#does any of this make any sense haha sorry my brain is fried

[pynkhues]

just came out if loustat ao3 tag... maaaaan it does look bleak for bottom lestat enjoyers. my feed is literally just "bottom louis bottom louis feminization mpreg abo bottom louis"... and so on ad nauseam

sophie you are my only hope :')

It's certainly a fandom with preferences, haha

[babacontainsmultitudes]

do you have any headcanons about what kinda piercings the kiddads have?? i have been thinking about it for a couple days now and im so........... :3

:D Oh hiiiii ALSO YES THANK YOU FOR ASKING I DO ACTUALLY well actually I'd have to think about this a bit more for a full answer but immediately:

Sparrow definitely has a belly button piercing and nothing in this world could convince me otherwise LOL he probably also has the basic piercings on the lobes of his ears too;

Ok ok Terry I don't think makes use of his piercings very often *anymore* but back in the day was probably rocking a shit ton- but I *think* just on his ears. Spiky goth-punk looking ones, as well as plugs. Oh maybe a nose ring as well;

Okay Grant! Aha. Grant has always *wanted* piercings and like I think he finds them very attractive but I don't think he ever actually bothered to get any? His friends have offered to do it for him but. How to put this. I think he likes the *idea* of getting a piercing, both for how it would look but also for how it would feel (y'know Grant and his issues lol), so much so that I think part of what stops him is the fear that it doesn't live up to his expectations? Does that make sense??? My brain is fried hopefully this makes a tiny bit of sense lol. He still thinks about getting some though haha. One day!

NICKY MY PIERCING MODEL ahem I am too shy and insecure of my own art to pull it up (especially since yours is so good shjsisksks) haha but at the most basic level definitely some double helix rings and basic lobes (<- I usually like to give him long, dangly earrings from the lobes), NIPPLE PIERCINGS 👏 (sorry I feel strongly about this lmao), and maybe a nose ring but I don't think he wears that one as often. Oh, and lip piercings! Ah. And maybe one in a place that would force me to up the age rating of this post 😌. Heh, Nicky <3

I'm ALWAYS torn on how I feel about Lark and piercings. Maybe the same as Sparrow's but somehow with a different vibe? Maybe just basic lobes? Maybe none at all? It's unclear. But I do know one thing, which is that he's definitely the best at actually performing a clean piercing on someone lol.

:] thanks for the ask! You're more than welcome to share your own piercing headcanons if you'd like!

[lovelyelbowleech]

wait. hair anon here again. that part is unrelated to the rest of this ask I just wanted to identify myself akdksk. anyways what i wanted to ask is, if you’re willing to share, what’s your outlining process like? thank you so much again and i hope you’re having a good day 🥺🫡💖

Haha, oy vey, my outlining process. 

It's quite chaotic I know certain events and things I want to happen that are spread over the three fics, I know the important things that need to happen, and roughly when and how. War games is divided into sections in my head and I have it planned out via my best guess of the ATLA  timeline, so its almost being planned week by week. But a lot of those points are kind of nebulous, and subject to adjustment.  I have Major Events stuck on my wall of sticky notes, but unless its within the section I am working on, I'm not always sure how I'm getting there. When I get close to a new section I plan all the chapters for that, and all the pov's - but it's not so ridged I can't change it. I currently have the next 10 chapters planned pretty well.  (currently we are in pre Ba Sing Se section - they do not have inventive names, guess what the next ones called)

The same chaotic but sometimes organised process goes with the characters. For example, I have the main points of Azala's arc firm in my mind. But the bits in between are more free flow - I'm not sure 100% how I'm going to get her to each of those points, I just let the story go where it wants, and see how it comes out (which is why i keep ending up with too many chapters and characters taking over POV's) 

When I write each chapter, it is a many layers process. First I write  out a plan on my page.  'He does this, she does that' and include any bits of dialogue that come to mind  as I am writing that out. Next I go over it again, but putting in lots more detail. I leave spelling mistakes, and don't really bother with punctuation. Then I go over it again, and this time add punctuation and correct the spelling and try to make it make sense. Then I edit,  and edit again another two times. I'm very dyslexic, and I have a tendency to correct to the wrong word by accident. It's time consuming and a pain! 

Then I send to my beta reader to make her suffer. 

I am one of those writes who's brain knows what it's doing before I do consciously. Stuff just slides into place, and it's the best feeling. Although it's a bit like someone else is steering the ship sometimes 

In my RL i hate dealing with more than one thing at once, and having to organise multiple things fries my brain - but in fic writing I am some sort of dungeon master moving my many many pieces around the board and cackling to myself. 

So yeah, TLDR my outlining process is half order and half complete chaos. There are sticky  notes, and  mixed amounts of planning. 

Sorry I wrote you an essay there 😂

[killemwithkawaii]

L.S.S.: Alright, distraction time.

Mitch(3): I got my bucket and I'm ready ta gooo~

Mitch(3): Sugar Mommy Meadow, comin through once again~

L.S.S.: Yeah, between the two of us not feeling well, we really needed these….

Mitch(3): And at the rate we’re goin, we might need some more… ‘specially once we’re over the hump and back ta humpinnn~ [laughing]

L.S.S.: Ugh… how about we wait to plan for that once neither of us have involuntarily expelled any fluids for at least 24 hours.

Mitch(3): That sounds fair… it’s gonna be a while, ain’t it….

L.S.S.: Yup…. damn, I’m just feeling worse and worse today….

Mitch(3): Yeah, you’re lookin’ kinda… puffy…?

L.S.S.: I’m definitely bloated. And stiff… like, really stiff… that shower didn’t help me relax at all…

Mitch(3): Maybe you weren’t in there long enough? You still… kinda smell…

L.S.S.: Thanks.

Mitch(3): Uh, no, I… sorry, I shouldn’t pick on you when you’re sick… Uh, yeah, stomach and muscle stuff’ll happen when you detox. I’m feeling it, too... Want me to see if these fingers can work some non-sexual magic? I’ll rub your back if you rub mine.

L.S.S.: Worth a shot... Thanks, Mitchie.

L.S.S.: Thanks Meadow, but neither of us have had much of an appetite today… the yogurt might be okay, though.

Mitch(3): I dunno Sal, I think some a this stuff might have sat out for too long… something smells fuckin’ rank. It might be the fish… [sniffing] [gagging]

L.S.S.: Wait, I thought you’d lost your sense of smell?

Mitch(3): Yeah, me, too....

L.S.S.: ...[sniffing] Ooof, yeah, I think this might have turned… better toss it, just to be safe.

Mitch(3): Yeah, I do not want to add food poisoning on top a the rest of this….

L.S.S.: Hurray for following food safety protocols~

Mitch(3): Huh…?

L.S.S.: You know, like, the rules for handling and preparing food at restaurants and stuff…?

Mitch(3): …Sure, yeah, whatever, just throw that shit out before I start dry-heaving again, please…

L.S.S.: Well, you did ask nicely… [chucks the sushi out the front door]

L.S.S.: …god, I did not want that image of Kenneth Phelps back in my brain…

Mitch(3): Wait, wait, you two are talkin about The Big Dog…? [laughing] [laughing] Jesus, he’d tan your fuckin’ hide for sayin shit like that about him…. [laughing] I ain’t about to talk shit about the hand that feeds, Mama. His weird-ass kinks are his business. As long as I get paid, he can hump all the bibles he wants. Hell, I’d help him find the best passages to jerk it to… 

L.S.S.: Wait, I thought Addison was ‘The Big Dog’…?

Mitch(3): Pssh, nah. How could Addi supervise while he’s all cooped up in his apartment? He cooks the Addison Special and supplies, but Phelps is the one that pulls the strings and runs the show.

L.S.S.: That… makes perfect sense….

[sigh] Don’t do drugs, kids. They make you stupid.

Mitch(3): So you finally admit you’re fried, Fisher...?

L.S.S.: Probably a little… might be why that smell is lingering…

Mitch(3): Could be….

Mitch(3): What does she mean?

L.S.S.: There have been a few times where objects have gotten caught up in the glitch and appear at random, like this laptop. I didn’t have it until a few days ago, right?

Mitch(3): Right…

L.S.S.: Yeah, this is the sixth Mitchies. Somehow, it’s followed me through the last couple glitches. Then, a painting and a bunch of knives and forks appeared, and now, the hooks.

Mitch(3): Sooo… what does that mean?

L.S.S.: I don't know, it… it seems like they keep showing up just before-...

…..

Mitch(3): ‘Before’...?

L.S.S.: … Before we die again.

….

Mitch(3): …..

L.S.S.: But, uh, neither of us are dead, sooo it could just be a coincidence! Haha, yeah… [clears his throat] I’m not worried about it…

Mitch(3): Oh yeah, you look so chill…

L.S.S.: … I think I might feel better if we got rid of them…

Mitch(3): Ya’know, me too? We don’t need them ta have fun in the tub, anyway…

L.S.S.: Yeah, no. You got a screwdriver around here?

Mitch(3): I think so… somewhere…

L.S.S.: The search begins…

L.S.S.: Yeah, I was a little afraid I'd fall back into old habits, too... But I know better now. One or two drinks is enough for me. I'm in control, and I'm gonna stay in control, just like I promised.

Mitch(3): That's him, [mocking] Sober Sally...

L.S.S.: Mostly-Sober Sally.

Mitch(3): Same dif....

L.S.S.: I know that the first and second Mitchie both had dreams about their deaths because they told me they did, they just didn't bring it up to me until I got into detail about it... It was an educated guess that this Mitchie had one, too, though.

Mitch(3): That was a guess?

L.S.S.: Yup. I'm starting to see some patterns after the last couple weeks, and that's one of them. Three for Three...

Mitch(3): Is that what your whole deal about not touching the door was about, then?

L.S.S.: Yeah, but, neither of us died the day after you did that, so I could be wrong about that one... the door-to-bed loop is still definitely a thing, though.

Mitch(3): Yeah, that is... really freaky...

Sooo... does that mean we're gonna be okay, then...?

L.S.S.: Hopefully. We just have to wait and see, I guess...

Mitch(3): That's comforting.

L.S.S.: I know, right?

Mitch(3): ....

L.S.S.: .....

Uh... C'mon, let's go see if we can track down that screwdriver...

[nbrook29]

robbe 1️⃣8️⃣

Warning: This is smutty, proceed with caution if it’s not your jam ;)

ao3

If anybody asked Robbe, bad weather in the summer should be illegal. Because what the hell? He needs sun rays and blue sky like he needs oxygen, he wants 30+ degrees temperatures and not a single cloud above, and he always welcomes it with all the small inconveniences it brings along, like clammy skin mere minutes after showering or freckles covering his nose and arms. So when it’s August and it’s raining, sorry, pouring buckets, sue him if he turns into a whiny mess for a bit. That’s just who he is.

Or, that’s who he was. Because right now, lying on a soft cloud-like throw blanket in a not-his t-shirt and sweatpants, head a mess of wild damp curls, fuzzy socks on his feet tangled with another pair, he’s feeling pretty good.

Even though the original scenario for his birthday was supposed to be different.

It all started at 12:00 am sharp with a dorky text from Sander because of course it did.

Sander: Hey there you sexy thing

Heard you're legal now 👅 

Robbe: Omg sander 🙈 

Sander: Yes, that's what you'll be screaming today during our own little celebration 😈

 Robbe almost spat out the water he was drinking, face burning hot as he tried to assess whether anybody was paying him any attention.

 Robbe: SHSHDHSHSJSJS STOP 

Sander: I'll do that thing you like 😏👅 

Robbe: IM WITH MY PARENTS DICKHEAD 

Sander: Am I bothering you cutie? 😏 

Robbe: Yessssss 😩 my face is all red they're gonna know what's up 

Sander: I think *I* know what is up 😏🍆 

Robbe: 🤣 GO COOL OFF 

Sander: Hehe

No but for real now

Happy birthday! 🥰🥳😘❤🎂

I love you SO much ❤❤❤💯 

Robbe: Thank youuuu baby 😊😘 

Sander: Can't believe you're an adult *wipes a tear*

You'll always be my baby tho ❤ 

Robbe: Haha yes ❤❤ 

Sander: I'll be waiting for you at 4 pm 

Robbe: But where?? 

Sander: 😌 

Robbe: Sanderrr tell me 

Sander: Nope 

Goodnight 😌

 Sander absolutely loves to tease him and keep him at the edge of the seat which is why he told him the place only half an hour before their meeting, for which Robbe intended to tell him off. That is until he actually got to Park Spoor Noord and saw his boyfriend lounging on grass, blanket underneath him, surrounded by Robbe’s favorite food and wearing the most charming smile as soon as their eyes met.

And he got him a sunflower. A sunflower. How cute is that?

Needless to say, there was no telling off, Robbe didn’t exactly find time for it between kisses and laughs and Sander feeding him croques and fries and cupcakes (which Sander baked and decorated himself, swearing for dear life the small thingies made from frosting on top were not dicks, but Robbe knows him too well to believe him).

And then all hell broke loose and the storm that had been loudly talked about in the media came to Antwerp and made a puddle out of the two of them.

They looked really miserable, but somehow Robbe couldn’t care less as they were running to Sander’s house holding hands, water in their shoes, the sunflower cradled carefully underneath his shirt, huge smiles on their faces as they finally got there, tripping in their haste to get inside.

The hot shower that followed next and Sander taking the lead oh so well will definitely rank in the top 5 moments of Robbe’s life. He’s very grateful Sander’s parents are on holiday in London because he’s not sure he’d ever be able to look them in the eyes otherwise.

Afterwards, Sander made them ice coffee and handed Robbe his real gift which turned out to be a long weekend in Paris a week from now, shutting him up with a kiss when Robbe was about to protest and complain about it being too expensive.

Since the concert they were supposed to go to was canceled due to poor weather conditions, they resorted to eating cake in Sander’s bed and watching the show Robbe had been talking about for weeks now. Sander, being the thoughtful and amazing boyfriend that he is, graciously agreed to Robbe’s birthday wish and sat him down between his legs, kissed the side of his face, brought his laptop closer and pressed play, as Robbe made himself comfy in his arms, the smile that originated at midnight not slipping off even for a second.

***

Another thunder strikes the night sky and Robbe jumps involuntarily, only a little, more from shock than actual fear, but it doesn’t stop Sander from tightening his arms around him, lips grazing delicately the lobe of his ear.

“Don’t worry, Robin, I will protect you,” he whispers with a teasing note in his voice, grunting when a well-aimed elbow meets his side.

“Shut up, I’m not scared.”

Sander’s only reply is a low chuckle and a kiss on that sweet spot under Robbe’s ear that never fails to send a shiver down his spine. Without barely having to move at all considering how close they are, he tilts his head and noses along Sander’s defined jaw, leaving a peck or two on his cheek.

“Now shush, I can’t focus.” He unceremoniously turns away from Sander’s searching lips, a sly grin on his face when he hears an affronted huff.

“Oh I see how it is, you-”

“Shhhh, Wille is talking.”

Robbe loves to be a little shit sometimes, especially if he wants to get a certain reaction from his huffy other half.

“Look how cute he is.” He has to press his lips hard to keep the giggle in when Sander whines in protest.

“Stoooop, why are you being mean to me.” He now has a full-blown pout on his face. “Jerk.”

The laughter finally comes out and Robbe pauses the show, cooing at Sander’s little frowny face and brushing the runaway strands away from his forehead, leaning up to press a kiss there too.

“It’s okay, I still think you’re the cutest prince in the entire kingdom.” He runs a thumb over his jutting lower lip, kissing it once, twice, three times, until the corners of Sander’s mouth pull up.

“Whatever. Simon is cuter than the other one anyway.”

Robbe grins cheekily. “You just think that because he has curly hair like me.” Sander’s jaw drops at that.

“Wow,” he exclaims, voice faux-scandalous as he shakes his head at Robbe. “Someone’s cocky today.” 

“It’s my birthday so it’s allowed.” Winking at him obnoxiously, he turns back to the screen, hands reaching for Sander’s arms to wrap them around himself again as he settles in his embrace with a content sigh before pressing play.

Sander’s quiet behind him for a second, and then his lips touch his ear again, tongue slightly peeking out to play and lick the shell of his ear with just the tip, hot air hitting Robbe’s skin turning his insides into mush, butchering his focus again just as Sander purrs, “I think it’s hot when you’re like that.”

There’s something important happening on screen, but Robbe can’t make any sense of the subtitles because Sander’s lips continue their path down the column of his throat, stopping for a second to suck a kiss in the middle, killing any rational thought Robbe might have had. His hand rushes to Sander’s head to keep him there without his permission, eyes closing as he sighs when the kiss turns into licks and nips to the thin skin.

“Do you think he could kiss you and touch you like that?”

The question breaks the fog in Robbe’s brain for a second, and he barks a laugh at the slight possessiveness in Sander’s voice that’s poorly hidden under a joking tone. 

“Like what?” He presses, excitement bubbling in his stomach when one of Sander’s hands sneaks underneath his t-shirt, fingers grazing the skin and leaving goosebumps in their wake as they finally reach the place Robbe needs them most. 

“Like that.” He flicks his nipple with those black-polish covered nails of his that make him look so hot Robbe’s head spins. “For starters.” He keeps it up, tugging and pinching unhurriedly, with a dirty smirk growing on his face that Robbe can just feel on his collarbone, and he pulls on his hair as he arches his back a little, seeking more of those skillful fingers.

With his hooded eyes, he can see Sander closing the laptop and putting it away quickly before his other hand joins in the fun, a featherlight touch to the growing bulge in his sweatpants, nothing more than teasing for now.

When Sander’s teeth tug at his earring, Robbe lets out a frustrated whine because it’s too much and not enough at the same time, and his boyfriend reads him like a book because he pulls the t-shirt off him to gain full access, mouth latching on his neglected nipple just as his hand dives inside his pants. It doesn’t grant him any relief though, bypassing his dick completely and traveling lower, caressing the soft skin, one finger running back and forth without reaching any further, and Robbe grabs Sander’s thigh in desperation.

“Sander...”

“You didn’t answer me,” Sander whispers in a sweet sweet voice.

“Whaa?” It takes a second for Robbe to understand what he’s asking and he would laugh if his body wasn’t on fire, Sander playing him like a violin.

Also, this playful possessiveness is getting to him, whether he likes it or not.

He does though. Like it.

Oh fuck, he likes it so much.

“Tell me, baby,” Sander breathes into his mouth as he reaches for something Robbe doesn’t see, and he can hear in his voice how it affects him too, can feel him against his lower back, rubbing himself off with minuscule moves, clearly struggling to hold back. 

“You, just you-, fuuuuck,” Robbe’s cut off when two lubed fingers press inside him at the confession, back arching slightly, the feeling so intense he keens and searches blindly for Sander’s lips. Thankfully, Sander doesn’t waste any time and plunges his tongue inside his mouth, swallowing the little whines that escape them with each twist of his fingers.

The rocking behind him gets faster and this is not how Robbe wants this to end so he breaks the kiss, ignoring Sander’s protests as he pulls away from him, only to pull his pants off completely, green eyes following his every move like he’s ready to pounce, and the need inside Robbe’s stomach only grows. He tugs impatiently at Sander’s sweatpants, biting his lip when his hard cock slaps his abdomen, the smirk dancing on Sander’s lips at his reaction liquefying his insides and he crawls closer to him, needing his touch to ground him. 

“You’re still good to go?” He loves how even when it’s hot and heavy Sander still remembers to check in with him.

“Uh-huh,” is the only thing he can come up with now, especially when Sander’s hand settles on his hip bringing them so close there’s no space left between them, guiding his movements just like Robbe likes. He kisses his glistening neck, licking the sweat of his body as Robbe reaches behind to position his slick cock at his entrance, forehead resting against Sander’s as he sinks down fast.

He gasps at the feeling of fullness because it’s always a lot, but Sander’s hands are always there, brushing his sides in a comforting motion, even when his own body is probably screaming at him to move.

“Happy birthday to me,” Robbe lets out a shaky chuckle that ends up in a gasp when Sander laughs too and involuntarily moves inside him. He’s quick to lick into his lips and distract him from the momentary discomfort, and once he’s done with him, the overwhelming need is back double force. 

Sander notices right away, guiding Robbe’s hips to keep grinding for a while before planting his feet on the bed and holding them in place giving several hard jabs that make Robbe hide his face in his neck, cries leaving his mouth with each thrust.

“Like that?”

Robbe just nods helplessly, mouth leaving a wet trail on his skin, but Sander doesn’t seem to mind because he continues his pace, completely taking over once Robbe’s thighs give out and turning him into a mess.

“You’re so hot like this, fuck.” The strain in Sander’s voice tells him he’s getting close so he goes back to bouncing, meeting him in the middle, and it only takes a minute for things to become too much, Sander’s uncoordinated jerks when he’s coming triggering Robbe’s orgasm too.

They stay like that, cooling off while kissing lazily, tongues sliding against each other, but without a rush for now.

Sander pulls back first, their lips smacking when they disconnect. "I'm sorry today didn't work out." Scrunching up his face, he reaches to comb through Robbe's hair consolingly. He leans into the touch before cuddling even closer, seeking warmth when the cold air makes goosebumps appear on his heated skin.

"But I loved today, really. We can go to a concert another time." He kisses the underside of his jaw, sighing dreamily. "And I can't wait for Paris with you."

[brightmoonprincess]

Request for... are you okay with Glitra? Can I suggest Adora thinking Glimmer likes Bow, but Catra suspects she likes Adora. Catra confronts Glimmer, but then Glimmer confesses she’s both Catradora, and cue Catra realising she’s attracted to Glimmer and some Glitra smoochies??

I love glitra!

less specific but I went for a glitra confrontation, hope you like it!

/ / / / / / / / / / / / / / /

Adora snores. She’s slumped over, with her head resting on the table and her hand still gripping a half-empty energy drink can. 

Catra yawns. She’s barely awake, but she’s playing with Adora’s hair rather than reading anything from her textbook, fingers combing through the thick blonde ponytail.

“Your second derivative is completely wrong,” Entrapta scolds Glimmer, who scrunches a handful of pink hair in her fists and groans loudly.

Yep, it was another all-nighter for the crew. The semester’s procrastination finally caught up to the three struggling students. It seemed like a good idea for them to all take their classes together-- that is, until all of their study sessions together ended up including no studying whatsoever. They begged Entrapta to help, enticing her with promises of all the tiny snacks they could afford, if she managed to help them pass the final.

It’s 3:45am.

Glimmer pushes herself away from the table and stands up, slamming her hands onto the wood. “I can’t take this anymore! I’m going on a walk to wake up,” she declares. 

It’s overly dramatic, and Catra rolls her eyes at it. But then she says, “Actually.. I’ll come with you.”

It’s late and she’s sleepy and stressed, so Glimmer doesn’t think too much of it. They both grab their jackets and head out, leaving a sleep-talking Adora and an Entrapta who is recording it all.

- - -

The campus is dead quiet. Which makes sense, given that is the middle of a night on a weekday. The air is chilly, but refreshing. The two walk beside each other, a couple feet apart as they stroll down a path.

It isn’t often that Glimmer and Catra are alone. The time they spend together is usually in a group setting, like during a study session or a weekend outing with everyone else in the friend squad. At this point, they would consider the other a friend, sure. But if you asked either of them, they would both say they’re absolutely nothing like the other. So. They don’t hang out alone much.

They don’t say anything to each other for a while. It’s a little awkward, Glimmer thinks, but her brain is too fried to make any small talk. Catra probably won’t care, though, and she appreciates her for that. 

It ends up being Catra who finally speaks up, saying, “Hey, I wanted to talk to you about something.”

“Oh! What’s up?”

Catra stops walking and sighs. “I’m just going to say it,” she starts. “Listen, I get it. My girlfriend is beautiful and talented and incredible in every single way. But all your desperate pining is really starting to get on my nerves, alright?”

On some level, Glimmer knew this was coming. It had to, eventually, right? But that doesn’t stop her from saying, “Haha… What are you... talking about…?”

Catra gives her an unwavering deadpan look.

“Fine, fine,” she admits. There isn’t any way out of this that isn’t awkward, so she realizes that she might as well put it all out there. “... Was it really that obvious?”

“Glimmer, this morning you spent the entire lecture staring at the back of Adora’s head and sighing.”

Oh. Oops. Glimmer looks away sheepishly and says, “Ok, you’re right. I maybe-kinda-sorta still have feelings for Adora. I’ve been trying to let it pass, I swear! But… they just haven’t yet.”

She looks back at Catra, who is staring at her with those intense eyes. It makes Glimmer feel dizzy.

“I want to lose either of you as friends, and I don’t want to have to avoid either of you... But, I’m sorry,” Glimmer continues. “I care about you-- really!-- and I don’t want to make things uncomfortable for you... Er... please don’t be angry at me?”

“I’m... not angry,” Catra says, in a strained voice that lets Glimmer know she’s still working on not getting angry. “I get it. She’s still your best friend. Maybe you can, I don’t know... turn down the thirst a bit?”

“Right. Sorry about that,,” Glimmer agrees. “If that’s the case, then we should probably stop all the flirting that we’ve been doing, too...”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on there,” Catra stops her. “We’ve been doing what?”

“... Really? I’m not trying to change the subject, but… C’mon, Catra. Don’t act like you don’t flirt with me all the time.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Glimmer returns the same deadpan expression. “Last time we went to a party together, you literally licked my cheek and said I tasted like glitter.”

“That was to annoy you! Not to flirt with you!” Catra argues, her voice higher-pitched and her cheeks cherry-red. “I don’t like you.”

“Well maybe I don’t believe you!” Glimmer says stubbornly. 

With that, Catra grabs Glimmer’s face and kisses her.

Glimmer’s eyes widen. A few fluttering moments pass, and she’s too surprised to react. But the shock is overwhelmed by the want, and she starts kissing her back almost frantically.

It’s not delicate, and it’s a little clumsy. The tension that hung between them like tightly wounded thread flows out all at once, as if a dam had been broken down. Glimmer bites down on Catra’s lip. Catra moves her hands to Glimmer’s waist, pulls her closer until they’re pressed against each other as closely as possible.

They don’t break apart until they’re practically breathless. They aren’t sure who, but someone finally does. They immediately take a step back and stare at each other for a moment, panting.

“... Catra, what the fuck was that?”

[artekai]

Trust me, I know how you feel. But honestly I just gotta gush over how well they handled the structure of the story and Koro Sensei's death because even though you know he's going to die, it still hurts so much.

Because you get the first episode where the class gets given the goal of killing Koro Sensei before graduation, so there you go, you know it's gonna happen because that's the whole point of the series.

Then the series continues with Koro Sensei helping the students raise their grades, discover and hone their own personal talents, basically act like that weird goofy uncle everyone loves and you just completely fall in love with him.

Then the backstory episodes come along and you understand his motives and how he became the person he is with the reveal that he's going to die on graduation day anyway, it's just a case of either dying by himself or dying with the earth.

And like the students, the realisation of that sinks in for the people watching that oh yeah, this guy who is just a bundle of joy and an awkwardly enthusiastic dad to his students has to die.

Then there's argument between the students of going ahead with the assassination or trying to find a way to save him, in which obviously the save him faction wins and they give you that hope of his chances of survival are exponentially bigger.

With that peace of mind, they carry on with the every day slice of life style of episodes with Koro Sensei helping the students with entrance exams and figuring out their life goals.

And then they rip that hope right out of you with the final project and the last appearances of Yanagisawa and Reaper 2.0 and instantly remind you of the original goal of the whole series.

And honestly, there's loads of smaller things that make it so much more painful like: the whole series is very fast paced but episode 24 of season 2 is paced so painfully slow, they drag it out for as long as possible to really make the reality of what's going to happen sink in.

Then there's when you link it back to when Koro Sensei first meets the class and he says "How could any of you possibly hope to kill me?" And you see that the answer to that question in the end is because he lets them.

And the main thing that gets to me is how the series starts with Koro Sensei saying, and ends with Nagisa saying "I hope you do kill me... Before graduation, that is."

I really am so sorry for sending you entire goddamn essays but this series just sets something off in me and I just end up rambling endlessly with bawling my eyes out fhssfjjsfdgjdgjdgj

I KNOW RIGHT? It’s one of the most blatant and literal uses of Chekhov's gun you could possibly come up with, but, even though you can see it coming, it somehow still manages to catch you off-guard??

(For those of you who’re not familiar with Chekhov's gun, it’s the idea that, in storytelling, if you show a gun in act one, it must fire in the last act. So, basically, any buildup needs to have a payoff later in the story)

I think part of it is that the series builds this sense that the students truly can’t kill him? Most of the times he comes close to being killed it’s by third parties (or that one time in the island, but even then he still had an ace up his sleeve), so he really does seem indestructible until he’s... not. And then you start picking up on the fact that it’s because any assassination attempt that came anywhere close to succeeding did so well because it involved his students being in danger. And then the bastard scientist guy calls him out on it, as expected...

OKAY BUT WHEN HE SAID HIS STUDENTS WERE NOT HIS BIGGEST WEAKNESS BUT HIS PRIDE AND JOY........ THAT.... THAT WAS BEAUTIFUL T-T

And every episode has been building up to those two things, in a way? The fact that they spend the whole series listing his weakness kinda leads you to think “ah, so his students are his greatest weakness” but then he says that little speech and they show you flashbacks of all the memories they made together and it hits you in the feels... they turn all of those haha funny moments around and it’s incredible :’)

After they stole the research from space and found out that his chances of dying were slim I kinda went “... huh. So... that was it?” but LITTLE DID I KNOW it was just the calm before the storm....... It really was an emotional journey with lots of ups an downs, of course my brain is fried lol

Also, the timing of his backstory reveal was really strategic. Like, if we had known about that since the beginning it wouldn’t have hit as hard because you as the viewer and the students don’t have a bond with Koro Sensei. But after you start warming up to him and have a few of those moments where you are on the edge of your seat thinking that they MIGHT actually kill him this time... that’s when his backstory really hits. And you realize that he isn’t a bad guy who just so happened to be a good teacher, I guess? But a victim of human experimentation. So it kinda reinforces your sympathy for him at a crucial moment shortly before the final confrontation.

Oh god, and the character growth! Like how he realized the flaws he had as a mentor back then when he was human?? (the flashbacks to Aguri, man....) And the moment he killed the Reaper and said something like “congratulations on your graduation”?? O u c h, that was a gut punch and it really drove home the point about teachers also being able to learn from their students...

AND I GET IT.... the assassination as a symbol of coming of age.... oh god....

THE PACING OF THAT EPISODE... yes that was so artistic and PERFECT

Ah yeah!! Nagisa becoming a teacher!!! And the “I hope you kill me before graduation line”....... wow that so beautiful and so great and such a satisfying ending. I’m sure he’ll be a great teacher :’)

Sorry if this doesn’t make sense, I still haven’t gotten myself together and I’m having FEELINGS so I don’t even know what I’m saying adsfdgfjgkfgh

[ryncorrect]

university!au: day6 jae

following my uni!au with young k (idk how to link my own post asbajdnskmd im Dumb) so here another one with jae lol i think im gonna make one for each one of them buttttttt no promise bc my brain works in a very mysterious way LOL

anyway leggo

warning: this is lame lmaooooo

name: park jaehyung / jae

major: politic science

other activities: guitarist (and sometimes vocalist) of university band, member of music club, founder and leader of LOL SQUAD

everyone knows that tall skinny guitarist of the band i mean he’s hard to ignore tbh

he always wears loose T-shirt, ripped jeans, a cap that he puts backward, and round big specs to campus

professors hate his ripped jeans but can’t really say anything because oh well style doesn’t define someone’s grades and boy, does this kid actually get some braincells in him

well i mean at least he never fails his classes

he has this giant LOLSQUAD badge on his backpack because he’s proud af of his title as the club founder and leader

he actually started that club so he could to brag about his gaming skill to everyone who wanted to listen but he ends up getting his ass handed to him every single time they play together smh

if he’s not in class or hanging out with his game buddies, he can be seen following that Popular Student™ kang younghyun or as jae prefers to call him, “brian” or “brIBRI” because they both joined music club and are in the band

yes yes he’s well known and easy to spot

but…

“jae? park jaehyung?? who???”

everyone refers to him as “that foreigner student”, “the American guy” or “the gamer guy”, or my favorite: “chicken little”

i will never let that joke die im sorry but seriously he looks like chicken when he plays his guitar on the stage don’t @ me

there are only like 5 students in the whole university who know his actual name

anyways in this scenario you’ve always been interested in playing guitar but haven’t gotten a chance to learn and your friend kim wonpil invites you to join music club so you’ll have friends to practice with

“you know our jaehyungie, right? he’s really chill, you’ll get along well with him!!”

deep inside you’re like

who the heck is jaehyung

but wonpil is so excited to have you there so the next week you come to the club meeting

you introduce yourself to everyone and finally you meet him

“ohmygod the chicken little!!”

“whO THE HECK ARE YOU CALLING THAT”

“sorry- i mean the chicken guitarist- wait no-”

he glares at you, you laugh instead

scaring the new member challenge: failed

but yeah you’d seen him performing before and honestly you almost decided to become his fan

a l m o s t

at first he (jokingly) refuses to teach you guitar because you called him chicken little

and since then you keep calling him that just to mess with him

“hi chicken little”

“what’s poppin chicken little”

“why do you look so flustered, chicken little? do i make you nervous??”

he turns red chicken little is now an angry bird “gO AWAY NEWBIE YOU’RE SO ANNOYING”

jae’s a foreigner but he speaks fluent korean

he tells you that even though he was born and grew up in america he always speaks the language with his parents

but of course since he lives abroad there are lots of words or slang he doesn’t know, so you gotta be an ass and slip some difficult words when you speak to him

he gets his revenge by replying to you in english

whenever you two are having an argument (usually over stupid things) everyone in the club suddenly gets headache

wtf they’re not even making any sense

besides music, jae is the most excited when talking about LOL or social topics because well his major

honestly idk much about politic science so cmiimw

one time someone asks for his opinion about social welfare and he ends up starting a sudden debate session with the said person about social welfare programs in south korea and america and the difference between both countries

you mention human rights and he sNAPS

i mean he gives a full 15 mins speech about it

“yknow what im sayin?”

“dude… i honestly don’t get it at all”

because he be speaking in full english like wat

he’s just so passionate about everything it’s almost adorable

a l m o s t

and it’s not only his passion but also his small eyes, his laugh, his voice, or the way he occasionally lifts his head to look at you while playing guitar and you smile and he smiles because you smile first shnshsbshs soft

even the corners of his lips are so cute wow

oh fuck im emo i love him

but you adore him just as a good friend

he’s always been bubbly and friendly with everyone, not just you, so yeah it’s really easy to fall for him but you assure yourself that you’re nOT

are we having “in denial” shit again omg im so uncreative

anyway fast forward it’s ur birthday!!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAYYYYYY

you decide to throw a small party at your place and invite 5 or 6 of your closest friends but damn on the d-day it rains so hard

if ur bday falls on winter then change it to snowing hard, if it’s spring then maybe there’s strong wind or something, whatever suits you fam lol

so no one comes to your party lol you are Sad

BUT THEN!!!! JAE SHOWS UP!!!!!

PARK JAEHYUNG

OUT OF ALL PEOPLE

no you didn’t invite him because idk

are we really that close??? ehhhh he probably won’t come anyway haha why bother

BUT!!!! HE SHOWS UP!!! IN FRONT OF YOUR DOOR!!!

he’s carrying an umbrella but it didn’t really help apparently because he’s soaking wet

imagine that view i mean nvm

“i happened to be near here and i remember it’s your birthday today so i think i’m gonna drop by to say hi and suddenly it’s raining too hard on the way but anyway happy birthday can you let me in first i’m cold”

ofc you let jae in i mean we can’t let the chicken catch the flu amirite

but you warn him that he’ll have to leave before 11 or your RA will kick you both out the dorm lol

after a towel, two cups of hot tea, and one shared piece of chocolate cake, you told him you were supposed to have a small party tonight but no one could make it because of the rain and he’s like “hOW DARE YOU HAVING A PARTY BUT NOT INVITING ME I THOUGHT WHAT WE HAD WAS SPECIAL” and you’re just like “lol shut up chicken here eat more cake”

anyways you two spend time joking and talking about random stuff and it’s probably not the best birthday ever but at least you don’t have to spend it alone and to be honest you’re happy that he’s here

then jae pulls out his ultimate weapon

i mean his guitar

he was soaking wet but the guitar is clean and dry and all fine like hoW EVEN

“priorities” -park jaehyung

he said he gonna play a song of your choice because he came empty handed and he feels bad about it

you blush and pick whatever song comes to your mind because you can’t really think of any, and he starts strumming his guitar and sings

and while he keeps looking at you, you find yourself too can’t take your eyes off him

the song ends and you’re about to clap your hands when he suddenly starts another one

wait you’ve never heard this song before

it’s a slow song and the lyrics are all like, the sky turns dark on the birthday of the brightest star so that it’ll be the only light in his world, how he feels regretful that he has nothing to give but his small heart, and he hopes that this lovely person will hold his hand as they listen to this song together, that this lovely person will feel warm beside him

guys just imagine the song okay i can’t Romance

it’s dead silent until you whisper, “is that… a song for me?”

jae’s face turns red and he starts panicking™ like “i made up the lyrics just now okay i know it’s fricking sappy and cheesy as hell okay i just uhhh want to cheer you up!!!! because you seem kinda down!!!!! let’s not talk about this again uGh WhatEvER leT Me LIvE!!!!!”

but you chuckle and thank him, it was the best present you can get from anyone

you two stare at each other for a second that feels like years and he finally breaks the silence, “you know,,, maybe i came here on purpose,,, maybe actually i want to see you,,,”

“and why is it?”

“because i think,,, i miss you,,, kinda”

and you don’t say this out loud but maybe you do know that

even if you say you’ll never

in fact you’ve already fallen for him a bit

or perhaps a lot

like a lot

then he leans in to kiss your lips and you kiss back and it’s almost not awkward at all, it just feels right as if you’ve kissed him million times before

a l m o s t

you two still blush real hard after

but yeah that’s how you two start dating

none of you two tell anyone about it but it’s pretty obvious, i mean jae always picks you up at your dorm, he walks with you to your class or vice versa (if your classes don’t overlap tho), you two keep stealing glances at each others, also—

jae with you: “hey,,,, come here sit with me u3u,,,,, did you have lunch??? oh i wrote a song last night check this out,,,, what are you gonna do this saturday? oml you’re so cute”

jae with everyone else: “HAHAHAHA FUCKING FUCK SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU FUCKING PRICK ALSO BRIAN FUCKING KANG IF YOU STEAL MY FUCKING FRIES AGAIN I WILL LITERALLY SNAP YOUR FUCKING NECK”

welp actually he’s not always sweet with you, sometimes you two still argue about silly things using mixed languages but now everyone in the club knows better to just run away once it begins

because it’ll end up with you two fighting or you two kissing

yes im nasty and a disappointment bye

btw wonpil is excited af it’s almost like he’s dating you both

“it’s really nice seeing you two finally together!!!!!!! especially because jaehyung really couldn’t shut up about you ever since the first day you joined our music club”

“wait wha-”

“YOU SNAKE THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A SECRET FUCK OFF”

I’m so in love with park jaehyung y'all hsnshsbsh aNYWAYS!!! 100 blocks limit has lifted from tumblr app AYEEEEE

[katsukou-bakugi]

OOPS I LOST THE ASK FOR THIS

((It was a six-part ask requesting to see the Bakusquad get attacked by two villains with specific quirks during a training exercise...))

The object of the training exercise was simple: search and capture. After leading his class out to the training field, All Might explaiNed that they would have ten minutes to group up into four teams of five, spread out, and strategize. Then, once he blew the starting whistle, they were to begin. The last team standing would be the winner.

Once their prep time had started, Ashido, Kaminari, Sero, and Kirishima were quick to partner with Bakugou. After all, they'd made a powerhouse team during the Sports Festival. This little game of tag would be a piece of cake for them.

However, the second they heard the whistle sound, Bakugou went running off on his own, as he was wont to do. Poor Kirishima went chasing after him, as if he could say or do anything to make him come back. Then there were three.

"Ugh, I hate it when he does that," Kaminari groaned in frustration. "Teams of five my ass."

"Hey, no biggie," Sero chimed in. "Remember what All Might said? Search and capture. My quirk's perfect for that. Those two are more of the search and destroy types, know what I mean? With or without 'em, we've got this."

That seemed to cheer Kaminari up a bit. At the very least, he thought those two running off on their own would serve as a good diversion. They were definitely loud enough, and, he hoped, skilled enough to avoid getting caught too quickly.

It was Ashido who reminded them of their classmates Jiro and Shoji. Their quirks were good for picking up on enemy movements, so they'd have to be careful of their teams. Even if it was just a simple training exercise, they had to keep on their guard if they wanted to win.

As they carefully made their way through the wooded areas of the training grounds, they stopped short when they sensed movement nearby. The three of them went stone still, listening for another indication of their classmates' positions. Sero grinned when he heard shifting sounds in the underbrush to his left, and whipped out a line of tape from his elbow. "Can't hide from me!" he taunted.

Before his tape could make contact though, jagged blades shot out from the darkness and sliced his tape to shreds. He jumped away, narrowly avoided getting cut apart himself.

"What the hell?" Ashido yelped, her stance turning offensive. "That wasn't one of our classmate's quirks!"

Then, out of the shadows, stepped two strangers. One had his hand outstretched, the metal blades from before receding into his fingertips. Rather, his fingernails. Villains? the three thought fearfully. At this point, it shouldn't have been much of a surprise.

"Sorry to interrupt your fun, kids," the fingernail villain began. "But now that we've been spotted, we have no choice."

The blades shot out again, and this time Kaminari was the one to retaliate. He pushed the other two out of the way, bracing himself for the perfect moment to grab the metal and use his quirk. Even he knew what a conductive material was.

He flinched as he grabbed onto one of the jagged edges, his palm sliced through; he held on fast as he focused his electricity though, hoping to send the shock straight to the villain himself.

"Clever boy," the second villain mocked as his form began to bubble and morph, shifting to envelope the same blade Kaminari had electrified. "If you know that metal conducts electricity, tell me: what does rubber do?"

In a split second he felt a piercing pain in his shoulder as the fingernail guy drove a new blade there. His grip on the first slipped, but he tried his previous tactic again. He hoped he could be faster than the rubber guy this time.

No use. The second a charge started, rubber guy switched to the other blade before it could reach his comrade. Okay, new plan. He tried to separate from the blade in his shoulder, but it was as if it had hooked into him. He was stuck, like a fish on a line. "Ashido, little help?!"

"Yeah, hold still." She ran to his side, careful to avoid getting cut, and to keep the flow of her acid from touching his skin as she melted through the blade. While she worked to get Kaminari free, Sero tried again to capture the enemies, or at least keep them occupied so she could free him. He actually managed to wrap Rubber up in his tape, but it didn't do much good; he just melted himself free and went to hide behind his partner, who easily sliced through his attacks.

It seemed like Ashido was the only one who could do any real damage here, but it was risky; her quirk was close range, and she wasn't eager to get within arms reach of Fingernails. She cast a worried glance to Kaminari, his hand and shoulder bleeding profusely. Not to mention the rest of the misshapen metal blade still stuck in his wound. They should run, she decided, and find help. It was a bad matchup for them, but All Might could take these thugs down with a flick of his fingers.

Before she could so much as move a muscle, a loud series of bangs and booms caught her attention. Of course the villains had heard it too, but before any of them could even blink Bakugou was sailing out from the forest behind their foes. Just as Fingernails began to turn around and take aim, Bakugou already had his attack ready.

The blowback sent Fingernails flying towards them, but now Rubber was nowhere to be seen. Kaminari saw his chance. Using his good arm, he caught the villain and let out the biggest shock he could muster. Sure, his brain was fried, but at least they had one down.

And one more to go. Where was rubber?

They could only guess that he'd slithered away just in time to avoid Bakugou's attack. Just as Ashido and Sero began to hope he'd retreated, Bakugou found himself wrapped up in a long, fleshy coil. It almost looked like a snake, but it was clearly an arm, as a hand gripped the top of Bakugou’s head tightly.

"Wouldn't want to hurt your little friend, now would you?" Rubber goaded. "How about a trade? Mine for yours, and we'll forget any of this happened." Bakugou opened his mouth to curse and shout at his captor, but the coil around his throat tightened before he could utter a word. "Think carefully now."

"You're a special kinda stupid if you thought it'd be that easy." There was a loud slamming sound from behind the villain, and the long, snake-like prison around Bakugou’s neck fell limp. As Rubber collapsed, Kirishima could be seen standing behind him with a raised fist. "Don't worry," he eased as the hardened portion of his body returned to normal. "Just knocked him out. You alright Bakugou?"

"M'fine," he muttered as he stood up. "Took you long enough, Shitty Hair."

"Wait," Ashido interrupted. "You two planned that little stunt?"

"Planned is giving him a little too much credit," Kirishima chuckled, earning him a sharp glare from the blonde, "but yeah, more or less."

"Well... let's just go find All Might before these two goons wake up," she sighed, shouldering an injured and dumbly blabbering Kaminari.

"Sounds like a plan to me," Kirishima agreed with a grin and a thumbs up. "We'll make sure to leave out the part where you needed us to bail the three of you outta trouble "

"Yeah, and we'll leave out the part where you two went running off on your own," Sero countered.

"Touche."

HAHA THIS TOOK ME FOR FUCKING EVER TO WRITE. ( I HAD TO START OVER TWICE BECAUSE TUMBLR’S A DICK AND ATE MY FIRST TWO DRAFTS. ) 

I’m really sorry it’s so half-assed but I just got so frustrated with it... I didn’t want to just give up on it but I also wanted to move on to my other requests. 

[fugoukeijis]

secret santa anon has returned ~ 🌸🥳 ahhh i'm so so sorry for being so mia lately 🥺 irl sucks 😭 how have you been? not too busy i hope. have you been taking care of yourself? getting enough sleep? drinking enough water? i hope you are 😘 i've been meaning to ask a few questions to make up for my absence (and honestly, i really love your long answers so don't hold back 🤗) what’s your favorite color? what kind of animanga do you like? action, drama, slice of life? do you have a favourite color scheme or aesthetic? what’s your favorite anime to gif or edit from? and do you prefer manga or anime? (haha last one is a tough one i know but there are pros and cons to both)

omg hii, love!! i missed you so much. how have you been? i hope irl wasn't too hard and that you got some proper rest. you absolutely have no reason to say sorry since we’re on the same boat. i’ve been well, but even on this break, studies seemed to be a burden since my the dates for my final exams were released. so i’m very sorry for the long wait i’d given you on this ask. irl drains all your energy, doesn’t it? thank you so much for all those lovely questions, i drank another glass of water just now for you. ❤ my sleep has been kinda meh but we’re getting there. 😅

i love talking to you so my answers tend to be big hehe. i’m glad you enjoy them (sending you a big hug!). please ask me more questions too, as much as you want. i love talking! <3 

my fave color might be red, black and yellow. i don’t seem to have a specific one haha. i love dark aesthetics but yellow is just such a soft color. 

hmm well i tend to watch a lot of genres. 🤔 but i think i lean onto those kind of animanga more which have a lot of action, suspense and adventure. it pumps me up so much and increases the hype. comedy and slice of life come in when i need a breather and it does help a lot. ☺

hmm i don’t think i have a color scheme or aesthetic? i’m pretty new into making gifs and usually just darken them but i’ve gotten a new program so i will try coloring too. i hope that makes sense? i’m putting a lot of that into the gift i’m making. it’s what i’m doing when i get time to work (after my brain is nearly fried by my books ><) and my aesthetic is mostly a pale or dark one. i vibe to it a lot :3 

i’ve only made gifs from bnha and fkbu until now, sometimes re:zero. though, i really enjoyed my editing phase for fkbu and i wish to gif it more. especially haru, every gif of him is precious. heck, every frame of that man is precious. 🥺

oh i think anime? it might be a surprise, but i haven’t read a lot of manga yet. i hope to soon! do you have any good recs? i actually don’t read manga to avoid seeing spoilers for anime haha but i really wanna read some of them. ❤

wbu? what are your answers to all the questions? i’m curious to know! 👀 oh, and also. have you watched attack on titan? i’m currenly watching that and oh my god is it amazing. i’m living for all those amazing animations. but at the same time, i’m scared to proceed with each episode. i’m already on season 2, i’m def digging into it. 😁

have a wonderful day, dear! i’m looking forward to your next ask. stay safe, take care and see you! 💛💛

[taetaesource]

Out of the Ordinary

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

You won a lucky draw chance to meet BTS backstage and got to know Min Yoongi.

That night, you told Hee Ji what happened. You tried not to up-play how much you enjoyed spending time with yoongi but mentioned the moments when you felt the true personalities of the members, such as how Jungkook was really quiet in real life but also very playful when he was around people he was comfortable with while Jin, on the other hand, was super mature and steady even though he also tried to be funny by telling jokes and irritating the members on purpose. You found it hard to explain yoongi’s personality but you spoke alot about how much you admired his talents and dedication towards his job and what he liked. 

“Wow wow wow, the way you speak of him is so different from how you talk about the other boys. It’s like as if you were talking about how eligible a guy you’ve met at a speed dating is,” your housemate teased. 

You blushed a little as deep down you really thought he was an eligible bachelor who knew what he was good at and worked hard to make it better. You did not mention to Hee Ji about Yoongi asking for your phone number for the fear that this would lead to inconveniences for the idol. Furthermore, you did not want to up-play this in case Yoongi was not taking it seriously and did not plan to take it further. You did not need the embarrassment and disappointment of wishful thinking. 

But ever since Yoongi asked for your number, you’ve checked your phone more frequently even though you keep getting nothing. You figured that it was time to stop and to get on with your own life now that the high was over, it felt like it was time to wake up from a dream and to return to reality. So you tossed your phone aside and started tidying your room a little by putting the clothes that you took out in the morning and taking a new towel out for a shower before you head for bed.  

After a nice and warm shower, you climbed into bed and took your laptop out to surf the net, relaxing and doing what you usually do before bedtime. While you were scrolling through your usual sites, your phone beeped. 

Message from a new number: Hello, I hope you had a great time today and returned home safe...

Something was stuck in your throat when you saw the message preview and your heart jumped. 

You opened the message and re-read the message before typing, 

Send: Haha you are yoongi right? Yes I did. I hope I didn’t bore you out though...

You stayed on the chat after sending the message out hoping that Yoongi would appear online again to reply immediately but he did not. “He was probably busy”, you thought and tossed your phone aside again after waiting fruitlessly for awhile for him to appear online. 

Though you were on your laptop, you could not help but glance over your phone a few times to see if the screen lighted up. There were a few times when you swore you saw the screen lighted up only to find out it was your hallucination. 

Message from a new number: Great, I was afraid you were bored cause you only seemed to be more alive at the last part in my studio.

You leapt at your phone and typed immediately,

Send: Haha to be honest, I was more awkward than bored. The other girls seemed so excited and interested and I don’t really know anything about BTS so it was kind of out of place

Yoongi was probably doing something else as his replies were not immediate and he went offline after sending a text message to you. His replies came in intervals of 10-15 minutes which you figured was not a bad thing because it helped you to pace yourself and to slow down your excitement. Knowing that he wasn’t very active and passionate about keeping the conversation in real time with you helped you to take things a little more lightly as well. You saved his number into your phone as yoongi even though he had not replied directly to your question in your first reply to him. 

Message from Yoongi: I’m surprised because people were saying BTS is everywhere but that’s fine. You can start getting to know about BTS from today. Maybe the first thing you should do is go to youtube and watch our videos. 

Send: Ya I’ve watched some of your videos because of my housemate. She blasts BTS songs all the time. I was at the concert because of her actually and I feel so bad that I was the one who got to do the backstage event instead of her ): 

Message from Yoongi: Wow it’s like how Taehyung accompanied his friend to Bighit’s audition but got asked to participate in the audition instead. Luck is quite a funny thing.

Send: Yeah the more you want something, the more you won’t achieve it. And when you are not looking for it, it appears everywhere. 

Send: Like cabs..........

Message from Yoongi: HAHAHAHAHA that is so true

Message from Yoongi: You should watch this youtube.com/bitzl34323453

Send: OH i know of another video that looks like this one

Send: youtube.com/bitzl8349432384

So the night went on with the both of you sending each other videos of people creating special remixes on the piano that were cool and some were funny. It spun off to funny dance remix videos and other funny videos. You tried holding your exhaustion out to keep the conversation with Yoongi going, but somehow your eyes closed by themselves and you fell asleep at around 3am without a goodnight text. The next day you woke up to Yoongi’s text from last night’s conversation and a part of you was glad that you fell asleep while texting him so that you could easily start texting him again for another day without trying too hard to think of a conversation topic. 

Send: Sorry I fell asleep last night. Ya I like the effects of the video too. I think that guy was my friend’s childhood friend or something. I like his remix machine though it looks so cool!! 

Perhaps it was too early or Yoongi was already up and busy with his schedule, he did not reply even though you had spent quite some time laying in your bed and using your phone. Even after washing up and taking your breakfast, there was still no reply from Yoongi. You were getting used to his texting pace so it didn’t bother you as much anymore but you still found yourself glancing at your phone frequently and wishing that he would reply you soon. Whenever his text came in, you would instantly feel the blood rush in your system. 

Message from Yoongi: I’ve got the same equipment

Yoongi went offline immediately after sending you the short text message and you couldn’t help but start feeling a little insecure. The long intervals and short replies made you wonder about what you should say and how you should reply. You wished that you would be interesting enough for him to want to continue talking to you. And somehow his replies did not make it easy to continue a conversation, making you wonder if he was trying to be nice whenever he replied your texts. 

Send: Cool! Bet it’s cool (: 

Your reply was short without changing the topic to get the conversation going as you told yourself to stop being irritating and most importantly, not to become an obligation. You were cool without a half-assed conversation and it was better if you ended the conversation there and then. Although you have only texted Yoongi for two days, it felt strange and empty to suddenly decide to let go texting someone and letting go all the hopes, but you figured that it was better for you to do it now than later. Yoongi did not reply and you were glad that you were right in making the decision to end it first but deep down, a rather big part of you was disappointed. You laughed it off and thought that you were being silly. Yoongi was an idol and it was only a texting for two days. It was really nothing and you decided to pick yourself up and carried on with your own life. 

You went to school as usual that day, had a good lunch with your friends before heading to the library to do your essays. The mid-term papers were due and everyone was busy researching and writing their term papers. When you got home that night, you were exhausted and it felt as though your brain has been fried from the hours of lessons and reading various research papers. 

When you were about to turn in for the night, your phone suddenly beeped. 

Message from Yoongi: Sorry I was recording the whole day today, couldn’t bring my phone into studio so my replies were in bits and pieces..

Message from Yoongi: You can come to my studio to have a look if you want 

Message from Yoongi: The sound machine

Send: Sure but I’m going to sleep now. I had a long day can’t really think now.. Talk to you tomorrow. 

Your eyes closed immediately after hitting the send button. 

Message from Yoongi: Come over tomorrow? 

Message from Yoongi: Text me when you are awake. 

The next morning, you read his texts and contemplated about what you should do. After all, you have decided to let this go and not to keep your hopes up. But a part of you decided to go for it since you have already decided to let go of any hopes of having anything with Yoongi. You could meet up with him as a friend and nothing more. With this false sense of resolute, you went to Yoongi’s studio after he told you that he would be available from afternoon onwards. 

Spending time with Yoongi in his studio was always pleasant. It would start off a little awkward as both of you were not extroverts and particularly talkative. Yoongi, although shy, would often initiate small talks and conversations, to make you feel a little more at ease around him. The small talks would gradually turn into more comfortable conversations especially when you both get started on music, money, adulthood problems, and all other relatable issues. 

As you both spend more and more time together, silence became comfortable. You would bring your laptop and books and do your essays on Yoongi’s couch while Yoongi composes and does his thing on his Mac with his back facing you. Occasionally, he would turn around to check on you. Occasionally, you would look up to check on him especially if he was hitting the keyboard a little harder, sighing a little louder, or making “tsk” sounds out of frustrations.

Your relationship with Yoongi was a very adult one. There were no sweet talks and romantic conversations. The care and concern Yoongi showed were in the form of “are you okay?”, “have you eaten?”, “why are you dressed like that? It’s cold”, “are you tired?”, “let’s get some rest”. He would tell you about his day, about small things that pissed him off, about ridiculous things that made him laugh and basically everything that was real in life. You enjoyed this relationship as it was real. Although Yoongi has not told you that he liked you, he has shown that he trusted you by opening up bits and pieces of his life to you. And this trust was not easy given his status. You could have been a psycho who used all these and turned against him one day, but he has never shown hesitation in giving that trust to you, and you were thankful for that. 

But there were days when the going got tough. When Yoongi spent the whole day facing his computer and did not bother to make small talks with you, you started wondering why you were wasting time sitting on his couch when you could have been sitting at home or having fun doing something else with someone else. Especially when Yoongi was rushing the productions for the next album, you would really wondered what were you even doing sitting there like an idiot everyday. Many times, you would try to be patient with him and told yourself to be more understanding but you couldn’t stop the feelings of frustrations and anger. It would have been easier if Yoongi told you to stop coming to his studio if you were be bored and you felt stupid for not having the courage to talk to Yoongi about it. If you were bored and don’t wish to waste time sitting at his studio doing nothing anymore, you could just tell him but you don’t know why you just couldn’t. So you let the negative emotions build up and hold an invisible grudge against Yoongi who did not even know that you were unhappy.  

Part of why you were bored was also because you had just finished the term which meant that you did not have to go to school and do work for awhile. But looking at how busy Yoongi was, he would probably have no time to spend your holidays with you. Looking at how busy Yoongi was, you thought that even if you disappeared from his life at this point, he would not even notice. So you decided to pull a disappearing act on him by not turning up at his studio. True enough, you did not hear from Yoongi, not even a text.

Two days later, Yoongi texted: 

Message from Yoongi: The song is finally completed. Just submitted it. Finally. 

Message from Yoongi: are you okay? haven’t seen you around

You were on the train to the cafe that you were meeting your friends at when you read Yoongi’s texts and sneered at his messages before tucking your phone back into your bag, ignoring his messages. You wanted him to feel a little more uptight about this and for him to have a taste of his own medicine.           

You posted pictures of your day out on social media even though you knew that Yoongi does not check social media accounts so he would not possibly see your posts but you were petty like that. That night, you replied him: 

Send: ya, was busy. 

Yoongi did not reply quickly as usual and that pissed you off a little more, so when he finally replied, you were being a bitch out to pick a fight: 

Message from Yoongi: Ah i see. What were you busy with? Aren’t you having holidays now? 

Send: so? having holidays mean i gotta be damn free all the time? you are not the only busy person? 

Message from Yoongi: wow, did something happened? 

Message from Yoongi: who pissed you off? 

Send: *roll eyes emoji*

Message from Yoongi: okok have an early rest 

Message from Yoongi: goodnight 

Send: ya whatever

Send: like you really care 

Message from Yoongi: excuse me

Message from Yoongi: what is wrong with you? 

Send: ya of course everything is wrong with me 

Send: i bet you regret texting me again 

Message from Yoongi: i did not say that 

Message from Yoongi: if you are unhappy with me or if i did something wrong, you have to tell me? i won’t know why you are pissed off? 

Send: you don’t even know anything 

At this point, you were crying and you decided to put your phone down and go to sleep. You knew you were being unreasonable and crazy but a part of you wish that Yoongi would be softer and knew what you wanted or needed from him. You knew he was right that he would never know how you were feeling unless you tell him but a part of you wish that the idealistic romance would just happen and fall into place, that Yoongi would know what to say and what to do to make you feel okay. But in reality, Yoongi was confused and irritated that you were taking out your anger on him without telling him what he has done to upset you. He did not know you and what you were feeling, even you did not know yourself why you were behaving like a bitch. All you wanted was for Yoongi to care about you. 

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Meet Halela5th

Though she produces content for a number publications I know her as the author of just about all of my favorite articles on the blog ’Tracy’s New York City Life’.  Lauren has spent the past six years falling in love with the City that acts as the playground for the fabulous Carrie Bradshaw and is often written with a capital C.

Cheeky, global citizen who has a way with words. Besides being a writer and blogger in New York City (not that I am jealous or anything!) Lauren aka Mala is a truly talented writer. Okay, so perhaps I am a little bit jealous. On a random off the topic side note, her favorite date was with a fireman at an Irish pub (Irish Pub Baker Street). Not that I have the slightest idea where this pub is located, but hey, it was with a fireman so I can’t really say that I care. On top of all this, she lives a block from this hamburger joint called Shake Shack… So I think that a healthy dose of jealousy is completely justified.

Having said this, of course I sent her an email saying how much I loved her work, then I hit her up on DM on Instagram - because as Gary Vee puts it ”It’s going down on the DM!” - and I got to know the Hawaiian girl who once used to call London home before moving to New York. 

What is your single favorite thing about living in New York City?

— The diversity. Although "this is America" I love how there's people from several different countries, who speak several different languages, walking along the sidewalks of NYC at any given moment. Being from a multi-cultural background (Tongan/Chinese, and born in Hawaii), I've always loved meeting people from around the world and learning from them. When you live in such a culturally diverse environment, it feels like you have the whole world at your fingertips.

How many publications do you write for exactly?

— It varies, but my main "day job" is as a writer and the national marketing director for Grace Ormonde Wedding Style magazine. Since it's a print publication sold worldwide, it takes up a lot of my time now. Along with that, I have about three or four regular blogs and brands that I write and edit for as well, whether it's articles or marketing materials.

What does a regular day look like for a New York City writer?

— This past Tuesday was pretty normal and low-key, which I love. I'm a night owl and don't usually go to bed before 3am, so my editor-in-chief woke me up with a phone call at 10am. We spoke for about an hour, brainstorming and figuring out my next few projects, and then I made my to-do list for the day.

I’d honestly NEVER get anything done if I didn't spend a few minutes each day making a to-do list, prioritizing all my tasks, and then referring back every few hours to make sure I didn't miss anything.

The next two hours were spent working on a last-minute copywriting project for the magazine's website. Around 1pm, I went out for a quick walk around the block so I could pick up a sparkling water and matcha green tea latte from Whole Foods (I love my apartment's location). After that, I worked on some social media scheduling for the magazine, caught up on client emails, organized some editorial submissions, and then I took a break to see if a pregnant giraffe on live camera had given birth yet. Is anyone in Europe watching this, or is it just an American thing? It's consuming my whole freakin' life. Anyways…

My last big project of the day was another copywriting/editing deadline for a beauty client, which I finished around 8pm. At this point, my brain was fried so I decided to splurge with a trip to Shake Shack - a total obsession of mine. I swear, it's dangerous living only a block away.

I spent the rest of the evening listening to demos from a few recording studios (I moved to NYC for my music career, so I've been looking for the right studio to record my next track), catching up on random household chores, watching a couple episodes of BBC's Victoria, and getting in a 1am workout before showering and going to bed.

Any sources of inspiration you could share?

— I have lots! Personal development is an important area for me, so I'm always looking for new mentors. One of my favorites is Chalene Johnson, who I've been learning from for the past six years. She's an amazing entrepreneur, mentor, and motivational speaker. Then, for music, I have a whole list of artists and composers who inspire me, from Gladys Knight to James Horner.

The best date you have been on in NYC?

— I’d say one of my favorites was just a low-key first date at Baker Street - an Irish pub, and my favorite local watering hole. I'm friends with the staff, so I wasn't too nervous, and the guy was really cool. He was a fireman (enough said, right?) and had no ego or sense of entitlement - something I encounter a LOT in Manhattan. Even though NYC is the perfect place for lavish, over-the-top wining and dining, I'm a lot more low-maintenance when it comes to dating. Several rounds of drinks and hours of laid-back laughter with a member of the FDNY was more than good enough for me!

  7 random facts about Lauren

Listen to when writing: I can't listen to music when I'm writing, or I'll ditch my deadlines to go work on a new song. I usually keep reruns of my favorite sitcoms running in the background like The Golden Girls, Everybody Loves Raymond, and Living Single.

Favorite street in NYC is: Madison Avenue

Siblings: Is the youngest of five, has 5 older brothers

Drink at the Irish pub Baker street - I always stick with vodka sodas

Orders at Shake Shack: A Shack burger, fries, and a black and white cookie frozen concrete

What pick-up line would not have you running - Don't think any pickup line has actually worked on me, haha. I prefer guys to just casually start chatting.

Worst line you have ever heard: Yo baby - oh wait, I'm sorry - HOLA, MAMI!" (He assumed I was Puerto Rican.)

Curious to find out more? Check out her website : https://halela5th.com And to listen to Lauren's music click here.

After having been cursed with the wrong flatmate Lauren recently left NYC and is currently living in Seattle, the city of amazing seafood. But NYC, she’ll be back!