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sultrybaby · 2 years ago

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Things ENHA hyung line boyzz would do to get ur attention (cuz ur hot)

a/n: Okay so i cant believe we're finally alone im actually writing. i have let school get in the way of writing, which is stupid cuz im way too gorgeous to let school change my lifestyle (also my fam moved and i am a board student and i have 3 projects and im also yearbook editor and i also have a dance performance as well as a fashion show to work on and i have my violin exams plus a separate performance but that does not mean anything its defo academics that is the problem). if i sound mildly drunk thru this shit its cuz i am. why is this so long. anyhoo enjoyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

HEESEUNG: suddenly start humming to impress u like a dumass. He's not gonna sing out loud cuz that is too obvious, but then his only impressive talent is singing (ok jk jk its for the plot dONT ATTACK ME) so whenever ur around he just starts humming an extremely difficult song and hits the perfect notes (i rlly dont wanna do this but my brain just thought of him tryna impress u like dis while he has a blocked nose so now i gotta put that in ur head too LOL). Luckily for him, almost all of us r gonna fall for that shit cuz its so cute :"] (were so gone like what have they done to us)

JAY: grabs ur phone outta ur hand cuz ur not listening to him/ closes ur laptop and carries u to the bed when u stop talking to him mid sentence and he sees u fall asleep on ur desk/ pull u up and feed u something and lecture u when u ignore him while sleepily clicking across an imaginary laptop etc etc (AKJFHKFHDJKFHJKDHFDHK CARETAKER JAY DKFGJDLGJDIGHDHG)

JAKE: does these lil body thingies...like he would say smth and u wouldnt respond so he would go 'eh? *tilts head*' or you did not immediately react to him calling ur name so he kinda rubs the back of his neck. or when he cant sau anything but his waving did not get ur attention so he holds onto ur pinky yk that stuff??

SUNGHOON: okay THIS guy i think u would ignore him on purpose cuz that is how u act around ur crush but then sunghoon wants ur attention but is initially shy to ask for it. so in those stages i think he's start LOUDLY talking to someone nearby in a very awkward manner liek 'HEY DuDeE how was UR weeKENd??' or say smth random like 'd'you know if u were drowning and a dolphin saw u its ore likely to r@Pe u than to save u' and u would pretend to not haave heard but internally this weird stuff be making u fall even more pfft- but then once u two get closer it will be the whole 'i can annoy u forever' x 'i can ignore u forever' duo. for example u would purposely ignore hoon's narcissistic (my god i love it) monologue by pretending to be on ur phone, so he would take away ur phone. so you would not give a reaction and just grab a book. so then he snatches the book. so u go eat something. and then he drops it. and this just keeps going until yall end up not being petty anymore.

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hopefullyababe · 2 years ago

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like. ok sorry i dated the guy your daughter liked mrs apher but come the fuck on i worked my ass off for months on that yearbook i did more work than everyone not including the senior editor. fuck you for not including me in the picture commemorating the dedication and hard work of the yearbook staff over the pandemic.

remembering that fucking time i was in yearbook during the pandemic. we were having online meetings because. pandemic. and i had been told the previous week that i didnt need to be at the next meeting. i cant remember why but the teacher had told me i could just sit it out if i wanted. so i slept in that day. i checked on the yearbook the next day because that was my job and they added a page about the yearbook class meeting online. WITH. a fucking screenshot of everyone on the zoom call. THE ONE. SINGLE. CALL. THAT I HADNT BEEN THERE FOR.

#daphnes talking again #negative vibes

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canyouimaginethatstory · 3 years ago

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Prom Night (Lucifer X Reader)

AUTHOR NOTE: This is a high school au. It might not seem like a Lucifer x reader but it is.

It was that time of year for high schoolers. Prom season and it was all anyone talked about throughout the halls of Lebanon High. You of course were excited. You had been dating Micheal Shurley for almost your whole senior year. He was the most popular boy in school. You were actually shocked he even noticed you. He was cute. Short blonde hair. Blue eyes. Tall. Had this aura of authority to him. Definitely never expected a boy like him to even notice a girl like you.

THE DAY YOU AND MICHEAL MET

You were late to the cafeteria. The halls were packed with students. Some you had gotten to know well. Some you had only met a few times. By the water fountain in the main hall stood Dean Winchester. One of the best football players in school. And his girlfriend Jo Harvelle. Sitting on a bench in front of the main office was Dean's brother Sam Winchester. One of the smartest kids in the entire school. And his girlfriend Jessica Moore. She was a cheerleader. There was their best friend Castiel Shurley. Who was also one of Micheal's brothers standing by the auditorium doors. He was probably the most silent of the group. And when he did speak it was when he was confused by something. He was talking to Meg Masters who he claimed was just his friend. She was a rebel. Castiel wasn't fooling anyone though. The way the two flirted and danced around each other. Feelings were there. You hurried into the crowded cafeteria and bumped your way through the herd of students to the lunch line which was shorter than you thought it would be. You grabbed your tray and hurried through the line. You swore you were gonna start packing your lunch soon. As you headed for your usual table which consisted of Dean, Jo, Sam, Jessica, Castiel, Meg, and Charlie Bradbury. She was the super smart techy type. When someone bumped into you hard enough to make you drop your tray. "Watch out!" you yelled at the guy in annoyance.

"What was that cluts?" the boy asked as he started for you like was he was about to get in your face.

"Bart!" Someone called making him stop and turn around. It was Micheal Shurley. Captain of the football team, "what's the problem?" he asked.

"This chick tried to blame me for her clumsiness," he accused as he shot a glare at you.

“Bartholomew, you know that's not true," Micheal pointed out, "I saw it. You knocked into her. You owe her an apology,".

"Fine," the boy you now knew as Bartholomew growled, "sorry," he muttered with an eye roll before storming off. Micheal just shook his head as he looked at you.

"Are you ok?" you asked.

"I'm fine," you said as you looked at your now ruined food on the school floor, "ill be hungry until I can get home,".

"What's your name?" he asked.

"Y/N," you said, "Y/N Y/L/N, we have homeroom and science together,".

"Y/N, why don't you let me share my lunch with you," he said, "if it helps I always get something from somewhere other than school,". You laughed.

"That sounds nice," you said, "thank you,". Micheal's table consisted of Bartholomew, Lilith Demonico the head cheerleader and queen of the school, Rowena Macleod. She was the school editor for all the big things like the newspaper and the yearbook along with the morning announcements, his brother Gabriel Shurley. Lebanon high school's biggest prankster, and then there was his other brother Lucifer Shurley. Who had also been the one you had been crushing since ninth grade. But you know for sure he'd never go for someone who was as goody goody as you.

PRESENT DAY

As you looked yourself over you felt a bit of relief that Micheal had asked you to prom. He had been acting kind of distant lately. You weren't sure why. He was busy a lot. Either with school work, practice, or games. You've really only seen him at school. Or when you would go over to his house. More often than not Micheal would have to leave to do something. Which often left you with his brothers. Usually Lucifer. Which you didn't mind. Lucifer was usually to himself most of the time at school. You hated it for him. Everyone looked at him like he was the worst of the Shurley boys. That was mostly Micheal's doing. All because he didn't kiss up to their father like the rest of them did. But at least you could see past all that. There was a gentleness to the school bad boy.

One that just made your crush on him intensify. You felt guilty of course but you just couldn't help it especially since the time you thought you'd be spending with Micheal always ended up being spent with Lucifer. You watch movies together. Discovering you both loved horror movies. You two play games. You had gotten really good at playing cards. But your favorite part was when you two would just talk. The conversations between the two of you were always so easy. Comfortable. You would catch yourselves flirting. You just couldn't help it. Of course, you never did anything. You weren't a cheater. Just as you made your way downstairs the doorbell rang. Your mom answered and it was Micheal. He was dressed in a nice black and white suit.

"Micheal you look so handsome," your mom greeted.

"Thank you Mrs. Y/L/N," he said, "is Y/N ready?".

"I am," you said grabbing your purse.

"Come on kids I have to get pictures first," your mom insisted. So after about ten pictures you and Micheal were off to the prom. The prom was beautiful. Decorations of the school colors were everywhere and the music was blasting. Dean and Jo were already on the floor. Sam and Jess were talking by the snack table. Meg and Castiel were sitting in the bleachers. You could tell Meg was trying to get Castiel to dance.

"I gotta go do something real quick," Micheal told you, "we'll dance when I get back,". You nodded as he left. You sat there for what seemed like hours just staring out the window. You laughed to yourself as you watched Gabriel and Lucifer goof around as they stood outside for a bit before eventually walking out of sight. You were starting to worry. Micheal still hadn't come back yet. Just as you were about to call his cell phone you looked up into the crowd of dancing students and you froze. There in the middle of the dance floor was Micheal and Lilith. They were kissing as they danced. Anger filled you and stormed over to them.

"Michael!" you called getting his attention. When he turned to face you he was wearing the biggest smirk, "is this the thing you had to do?" you asked as you pointed to Lilith.

"Oh honey, he's been doing me all year, "Lilith said wearing a proud smirk of her own. And that's when it hit you. All the times he would leave you at his house or tell you he couldn't hang out. Wasn't because of practice or schoolwork. He was with Lilith.

"How could you do this?!" you asked. Anger causing your tone to rise.

"Chill Y/N," he said, "we weren't really a couple anyway,".

"What?" you asked confused.

"Bartholomew dared him to see how long he could string you along," Lilith chimed in, "sad really how long you let it go on. You are so simple,". Tears brimmed your eyes as you slapped Micheal and ran off. You kept going until you were standing outside on the school steps. You couldn't hold the tears back anymore so you let them fall. You felt hurt, humiliated, and lied to. How could someone treat another person the way Micheal had you and just not care that they're hurting someone. You were sure the word was going to travel all over the school and you would be the biggest loser. You already felt like it. A while later you were numb. Lost in thought before someone gently called your name. You looked up to see Lucifer standing there. Concern showed in his blue eyes as fresh tears formed in yours.

"Did you know?" you asked. Your voice hoarse from crying.

"No I didn't," he said, "my brother is a cuck. Never cares about anyone but himself and our father,".

"Guess I'm an idiot," you said wiping tears from your cheeks.

"No Y/N," he said, "you're just way out of my brother's league,". Lucifer could hear the music change to a slower melody from inside and he held out his hand, "let's dance,".

"You wanna dance with me?" you asked a little surprised.

"No one else worth dancing with," he said. You gave him a small, thankful smile as you took his hand. He gently wrapped his arms around your waist as you placed your hands on his shoulders and you both began to sway to the muffled tune.

"Y/N?" Lucifer said after a few moments and you looked up at him, "you deserve better than my brother. You know that right?". You sighed.

"I don't know," you admitted, "for a whole year I was tricked into thinking someone loved me,".

"Someone does love you," Lucifer said locking eyes with you, "he just isn't sure you'd give him a chance,". You smiled more.

"Well, I'll need time to process tonight," she said, "but I'm sure if he ever asked me he just might like my answer,". Lucifer softly kissed your forehead.

"I'll wait as long as you need Y/N," he told you, "I've loved you for a while now,". You stopped dancing and looked at him for a moment before pressing a sweet kiss to his cheek.

"You won't have to wait long I promise," you informed him as you rested your head on his shoulder and you both started to dance again, "and I love you too,".

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go-ldy · 4 years ago

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Riverdale 5x03

Man, I found this episode hard. There were some poignant moments, but there were also a lot of moments that were frustrating as hell. My emotions are mixed. But mainly sad. Hold me.

It really says a lot about this show that despite setting aside a whole episode dedicated mostly to character building and relationships rather than plot, it still felt like the show bit off more than it could chew. So much felt rushed including Bughead’s breakup.

anyway, the positives first:

Varchie were beautiful in this episode, and I am so happy for my Varchie mutuals for the care put into developing them and giving them this kind of send off (esp. considering the mess of 4x17 and 4x18). I loved how Archie’s flashback of his life over the last three years was just 90% about Veronica and how much she means to him. It especially contrasts to the BA “flashbacks” from 4x17 l o l.

Archie spontaneously deciding to join the army and shipping out on an actual bus 24 hours later was so Archie and so Riverdale. “Archie, there’s a war going on!” made me laugh out loud, IDK.

Veronica, Betty, and Jughead chasing Archie down in the jalopy to say goodbye was a sheer delight.

Betty Cooper: FBI trainee, default law enforcement officer, yearbook editor, serial killer genes, daughter of the black hood, sister of notorious killer Charles Smith - ALSO class Valedictorian! (Can u still be class Valedictorian if you were once suspended for cheating on a Quiz Show? Riverdale High says ‘yes.’) Good for u, B. Coop.

yessssss at Hiram Lodge being forced to put Sheriff Keller back into a job to arrest those kids hiding out at Archie’s boxing studio (and Archie didn’t notice that these youth were squatting there for months ?????? lmao). I KNEW RIVERDALE DID NOT HAVE A SHERIFF THESE LAST FEW EPISODES. Truly the lawless hellhole we have come to know and love.

Jughead staying in the Andrews’ home while it was put on the market to be sold was hilarious to me. I know it was supposed to be sad - and it was - but ALSO, can you imagine perspective buyers coming into the house only to find that there is a homeless person camping out in there without furniture or electricity or heat? “Why is there a rolled up sleeping bag in the corner?” “Is that a typewriter on the floor?” “Did I just step into an old can of soup?” JUGHEAD, MAN. They probably had to turn off the electricity and heat to save money because he was single-handedly keeping the house from selling.

It was very sad that Jughead was the only one who showed up at Pop’s a year later (and then sees a blonde girl come in and immediately his eyes light up because Betty before the disappointment o m g, murder me), but also a surprisingly relatable moment? I barely remember my own high school graduation, but I do remember that my high school friends felt like everything to me at the time, and I have since fallen out of touch with, uh, all of them. Life happens.

The stuff that was meh:

In theory, I am not opposed to the idea that Jellybean became the auteur/voyeur because she felt neglected and wanted attention, but it still feels like Jellybean is only about 25% of a character. Like, we heard a lot of other people (mostly FP and Jughead) tell us about JB’s motivations, but did JB have a single speaking line in this episode where she actually got to express to anyone what she was thinking and feeling? ugh.

I don’t care about Falice, but ????? @ FP’s solution to fix JB. So... taking her back... to her drug dealing mother who did not even show up for her own son’s funeral.... is better than a child therapist? Fine.

Nobody seemed to have any lingering reactions or trauma to Charles being a serial killer?? Like what. Is he even in jail? Or did Betty just let him go? This is actually quite inconvenient for me from a fic-writing perspective. Nobody is a better deux ex machina when Betty or Jughead need something in fic - just call their brother Charles who works for the FBI! I guess that’s done now.

I did feel for Alice, and Alice is not a character I usually feel for because she is the worst. But her husband and eldest son ended up being serial killers, Polly is in an insane asylum, the twins have disappeared from planet earth, and now FP is leaving her. Damn. That is a lot.

So did Choni breakup? It literally happened so fast with so little emotional fallout. Whatever, I don’t care about Choni.

The Beronica and Jarchie scenes were so rushed and forced. I just don’t get this storyline, y’all. What was the point of doing what they did with Betty and Archie in 4x17 and 4x18? Was it simply to break up our two main couples? Veronica and Jughead should have each had the time and space to be angry with their BFFs over what happened (because as crazy as this town is, it is still a massive betrayal) but instead they were both like: “NAH IT’S COOL SHIT HAPPENS LET’S HUG IT OUT.” It didn’t feel earned. I feel like RAS & Co. wanted the immediate drama of the ~kiss but also wanted to have this touching, Core 4 friendship moment before scattering them. What was the point. (I KNOW, I KNOW, ‘IT’S RIVERDALE’ but these characters matter to me ok and I want to understand where they are coming from.)

Bughead

This episode was... very hard. There were some cute moments, but the breakup felt so rushed and... empty? For the most part, we still have no idea where Betty’s head has been since 4x18. Presumably, she has been wracked by guilt, but terrified of telling Jughead the truth in case she ended up losing him (which, it turned out, was exactly what happened).

The scene in their bedroom where she tells him and they kiss desperately was a beautiful scene and the acting from both was oof. But I feel cheated that we did not actually get to see them talk about “us” as Jughead suggested. So did that conversation happen or not? And then to be told in a voiceover and montage that they grew apart in the space of about 45 seconds.... it was all very empty, and painful. I just.... :( :( :(

I guess we are supposed to assume that Betty and Archie’s kiss created this chasm between them that they were unable to talk about or address head on. But it was so rushed, very “tell not show.”

anyway, this stupid show has made me sad. I AM SAD. My heart is :( @ the unspoken hurt between them that they won’t talk about for seven years. And this show is never going to address the hurt between them in a realistic or satisfying way because it is Riverdale. Usually I would immediately reach to fic to get out my feelings, but in this case, I feel more like hiding in my zombie AU then dealing with how sad this all is lol. Is that insane? That’s what Riverdale does to us. I take heart in the fact that I am not alone in my madness.

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sunnydaleherald · 3 years ago

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The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Tuesday, December 14

BELJOXA'S EYE: It cannot be fought, it cannot be killed. The First Evil has been and always will be. Since before the universe was born, long after there is nothing else, it will go on. GILES: I refuse to believe that. There must be some way to destroy it. BELJOXA'S EYE: What, am I talking to myself here? There's no way. ANYA: OK, we tried. Let's go, Giles. (starts to walk away) GILES: Are you saying that The First will succeed in - in wiping out the line of slayers? BELJOXA'S EYE: The eye sees not the future, only the truth of the now and before. ANYA: Yes, we've all got that - it's called memory. Can you help us out with something a little bit more demony?

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gowns · 5 years ago

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my list of jobs over the past 12 years

sizzler waitress

barnes and noble retail employee

editor for legal publisher

actor / comedian

babysitter / nanny / tutor

photographer

when i was in high school i liked doing yearbook, so i assumed i would love being a book editor. but it turns out that when i got a real Editor job straight out of college (a stroke of sheer luck), i was bored to tears by working from 9-5 and sitting in an office. hey! i had my own office! i got to kick off my shoes and have a blanket! in my office! this should have been an amazing gig! but i was just restless and crazy with a creative drive (and the oft-mentioned ADHD; it is sheer torture to sit in an office and proofread legal documents with ADHD).

anyway so then i went off and was “living la vida loca” (as my dad called it), doing all these random gigs, freelance stuff. i got good at photography and even got paid to travel places and do it. but now Gatherings are cancelled and Travel is looking iffy. pretty much all my gigs have been cancelled or postponed this year. so what the hell am i supposed to do to make money?

it’s ok. i’ve been thinking about this for a few years. “photography” seems like a bubble. it seems inevitable that the medium and field will keep changing, at a rapid pace, along with copyright and licensing and all that shit that makes it such a headache to deal with clients.

so, i decided, i am going to attempt an MSW. i really like talking to people and learning their stories and offering them resources, so i think it’s a good choice for me. i’m quite serious about this, and have committed to taking some courses this year to get ready to apply in december.

there’s a voice in the back of my head that’s like “give it up! you’re a rolling stone! just keep doing random gigs forever!” but there’s a deeper voice that rumbles “a rolling stone gathers no moss” --

-- & depending on who you ask, the “moss” in that saying either refers to “commitment & success” or “stagnation.” i think it’s both. i think that’s the way life is, it’s silly and stupid that way. every good thing that you try to attain is accompanied by its own downsides. pros and cons as far as the eye can see.

this is the larger issue with me: i am terribly, irrevocably, doomed to indecisive restlessness. it won’t be fixed by any job or hobby. i just have to learn to live with it. lean into it. i will always wake up in the morning with a daydream pounding in my head, “oh, i have to take off, i have to go somewhere else, i have to do something else,” it’s just my nature, the constant rise and ebb of the uncertain sea at my core. give it up, rebecca. nothing will fix it. might as well serve others in the meantime

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shiro-0197 · 4 years ago

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Hi love!! That's okay, I hope you've rested enough. Don't apologize, I only hope you're okay!! >.< I've been trying to squeeze more hours of sleep, thank you for that! And aww cookie, I love you too.

That would work. Unless I convince you to sleep too. I can be very persuasive when I'm half conscious ;D but that's amazing progress already! I'm so proud of you, Angel told me memorising the kanji is terribly hard, so the fact that you've managed to do a few is impressive! Tho wow 1500? That's a lot. I've memorized the full Korean alphabet since it's just vowels and consonants (like English).

that's okay hehe, we'll just listen to our controversial music in non-judgemental acceptance 💁💞

that sounds nice, you'll be able to keep all your memories!! We don't have yearbooks either, but we do have a school magazine. I used to be the editor :D it was so fun sorting through the pictures and stuff.

yess, but your memory card will thank you :D I accidentally deleted a whole folder of pictures today too and I'm not sure how I feel about it; but uh, more memory space, ig? XD

yeah I'm almost gonna finish it!! Hopefully I'll be done with that hyperfixation, but I'm just really obsessed with my favourite character, so I'll miss watching him so much.

Dad's great, he couldn't care less about it. I hope your mom is cool about it tho! It's such a gift when they are. Though I'm sure she'll love you no matter what. Don't ever feel pressured to do it tho! waiting till you're safe is the best idea.

How has your days been? Has anything interesting happened? >.< I miss hearing about your day. Sucks that the new year has got us so busy. I'm glad you feel that way tho!! I love you so much, and I hope you're happy now 💖💖

—Ari

Hi hi sweetie !!! I missed you so much, the school really had to call me up and tell me to come there for an olympiad preparation again. It's funny that Kuro was called too, so we might cross each other if we get lucky :)

Anyways, I finally didnt oversleep so I have some time to message you!! And since I finished I few workbooks, i dont have to hurry. How've you been? I really hope you're feeling alright !!! I love you ♡♡

Oh sun once I'm awake, I'm awake and you cant convince me to go back <33 also thank you!! I'm getting to know more, though I keep forgetting them so I think I'll need flashcards. Also that's so cool!! I need to memorize the radicals of japanese too, since I was told it's easier to read kanji with those :'(

Oh that's so nice!! I dont think our school could afford a magazine club so that's sad, but it sounds really cool. It probably was a handful on you, too xD

True, I only have 500+ screenshots instead of my usual 3000😭😭 its definitely better. Also that's so sad, rip the pictures xD it's like they got into a plane crash. Ok that's a bad example I'm so sorry

Ohh I know what you mean. When you're done with something and then realise theres no more of them:( Also sometimes I feel like I'm betraying my family when I grow into another fandom, but I'm always like "dont worry guys I'll never forget you all" JSJTNSNFN btw I never do <3

Honestly, I'm so happy your family is like it is. You're really lucky. Not a single person I know has a normal parent/s, so it's such a relief hearing you say that you have a good family🥺 And you're right, it's the best option for now.

I've been pretty good! The school's schedule is making me happy, because I'm not wasting time now, haha. Though I dont have deluxe home activities, like baking and cooking :,( but it's okay, I'm not here for that lol

I also miss that!!! Its really sad honestly 😔 But at least were productive:) That's what eases me tbh.

Also look at this shirt I found on tiktok

I'd wear that :D

I love you too!! I really missed talking to you, I hope school's treating you alright 💞💕💓💖💞💖💓 thank you so much for waiting, Shortcake <3

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yourkimjaejin · 4 years ago

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Unboxing NCT’s Resonance Pt. 1 The Future Ver. Album

Aurora is in a the group with Johnny, Ten, Hendery, Jisung.

She was sitting between Ten and Johnny

“Hello Everyone!!!”

Aurora laughing at Ten rubbing the symbol on the front of the album.

“Come on Jisung!! You should have been prepared!!!” Aurora whining at Jisung’s struggle

“I’m trying, OK!!”

She opened her album like Ten

“Wow that’s cool, Ten oppa!”

“Haechan oppa told me to do this earlier when I saw him (proceeds to shake the crap outta her album)

Aurora Ooo-ing and Ahh-ing at the photos of her members.

“Look at how great Moxy unnie looks?? You guys unnie looks freaking great!!”

Johnny “Freaking?”

Aurora “Hannah unnie won’t let me say the other word....”

Aurora also got a Haechan yearbook photo. She puts in her pocket

“Its for Moxy unnie....”

When talking about the limited edition cards, Aurora tells the fans not to spend all their money cause they got another album to buy later on.

“I’m also sorry to international fans cause they don’t get the yearbook cards.”

Jisung “But they get the postcards.”

“Yes but that’s not the yearbook photo cards. I’ll try and steal some for international fans.”

Johnny “Don’t steal!”

Ten “I’ll help!”

When Johnny pulls out the poster,

“I am in love with the outfits from the future version of the album. When we wore them for the photo shoot, I felt like we looked out of this world.”

Hendery “Like aliens.”

“YESS!!” Hendery and Aurora high five.

She shyly tried to hold up a code for the camera but the editors blurred it.

“You guys! Vote 24 hour relay so Moxy unnie and I can have an excuse to listen to Paramore at three am.”

Ten “Just Paramore??”

Aurora “We add Fall Out Boy for variety.”

“How did you even notice that oppa?” Aurora’s reaction when Hendery points out the images on the lyrics sheet.

Aurora holds up Renjun’s full picture as her favorite.

“I just think oppa looked really cool. The glasses fit his face well and Renjun oppa is really photogenic so I don’t know how anyone could pick someone else.”

Taeyong walks in a hugs Aurora from behind and kisses the top is her head.

“Why don’t we get hugs and kisses?” Johnny

“Because she’s cuter than you.” Taeyong

“This is the size of the first Harry Potter novel.” Aurora point out the size of the photo book.

“I hope the fans love the album. We all worked really hard and I can’t wait for you guys to see the rest of what we have in store!! Bye” Aurora’s ending message.

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zeclots · 5 years ago

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⟨ ryan destiny. cis female. she/her. ⟩ ↪ have you met ariel richards yet ? this twenty-five year old capricorn has been living in the santa monica area for four years. she makes a living as a publicist, which works for their responsible, assertive, impatient, and unforgiving nature. caught by st. beauty is one of ariel’s favorite songs, and they're written by lena, 22, est, n/a. ⟨ 🌅 ⟩

brought to you by absolutely NO self-control...

basics: full name: ariel georgia richards birthday: december 29 (capricorn) hometown: saratoga springs, ny sexuality: bisexual, biromantic positive traits: driven, passionate, responsible, assertive negative traits: condescending, unforgiving, impatient, defensive hogwarts house: ravenclaw moral alignment: lawful neutral

background: - born in upstate new york to parents who own a chain of successful hardware stores - they got MONEY - her parents are Great tbh and she’s close to both of them (which is a SHOCK- me?? having a chara without daddy and/or mommy issues??? a rarity) - she has 3 older sisters- each more successful than the next (a doctor, a lawyer, and a successful artist respectively) - so, uh, ariel has always been under A LOT of pressure to be successful.mp3 - and she was, OK?! ok !! - in high school she was student body president, captain of the diving team, captain of the debate team, and yearbook co-editor- she was That Girl - she got into howard’s business school (double majored in finance and marketing and copped a minor in psych) and graduated in the top of her class - she moved to l.a. and started working for a pretty solid pr firm- she’s only been at it for four years, but she is a GREAT publicist and is a pro at damage control and helping stars maintain their Image

personality: - ariel is based on amy santiago of b99 and charlie from set it up (netflix’s BEST hetero romcom, don’t @ me) - she is VERY meticulous and organized and AMBITIOUS- she’s not gonna let anybody get in her way - TYPE A - she WILL be heard, she had to talk over 3 older, rambunctious sisters, she knows how to be Loud and will not let her voice be drowned out - doesn’t have time for stupidity and doesn’t know what chill is - drinks like eleven cups of coffee a day- we love a caffeine addict !! (i relate) - a perfectionist? yes, of course - sometimes a condescending asshole??? also yes - does not have time for anything but work, it comes First - Not Good at making friends bc she focuses so much on work and other things are far less important to her - doesn’t tolerate bullshit - good at reading people - not easily angered, but easily frustrated (if that makes ANY sense)

possible connections: - hookups/fwbs- she doesn’t have much time for relationships, but she does enjoy the occasional hookup, someone come take her mind off of work !! - exes- uhhh i LOVE ex plots and it’s very possible that ariel got into a relationship early into her time in l.a., but then was like ???? i don’t have the TIME, so SEE YA - best friend- someone get her to Calm Down and pull her away from her work, she needs people she KNOWS she can rely on and vice versa - bad influence- someone make her go Crazy !! - enemies- she can easily dislike someone and she is very prone to… making people dislike her w her holier than thou attitude and constant focus on work - unlikely duos- idk i love this kinda connection - cousins- family connections??? my SHIT - clients- people that she… is the publicist of - coworkers- people who work w her at the pr firm - friends- people who CAN stand her... plz

n e way, come hit me in the dms here or on discord or give this a like n i’ll come love u down, thanks BYEEEEE

#( can't nobody tell me who i'm gonna be ; ar )#ang.intro

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madpanda75 · 5 years ago

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“The Romantics” Part Three

We fast forward to the present and catch up on what Rafael and the reader were up to after graduation. Will Rafael and reader reunite? Who knows...ok actually I do cause I wrote the darn thing. 😂 Thanks to everyone who is liking and reading this fic. It means a lot ❤️

Present Day

You gazed out of your office window, watching the sun rise above the Manhattan skyline. The dark purples and blues of the night transforming into brilliant hues of orange and yellow. You sighed and sat down at your desk which was currently covered in manuscripts. Each one represented someone who put their heart and soul into a story, leaving their destiny in your hands.

Life certainly didn’t turn out the way you expected. You went to Cambridge to focus on your writing but instead discovered you rather enjoyed reading the works of others. You left the program and started working at a publishing firm in London. It wasn’t long before you ran the place, attracting attention from the firm’s sister office in New York. They were quick to offer you a lucrative position as Senior Editor and although you adored your job, it was time for a change of pace. It was time to go back home.

You were glued to your desk the whole day, reading a few pages of a manuscript before tossing it into one of two piles: yes or no. Unfortunately, the majority of the pieces you were reading ended up in the “no” pile.

You closed your eyes and massaged your temples, needing a break from reading yet another memoir about a wannabe Jack Kerouac who “found himself” while traveling across the country. You once traveled cross country to the Grand Canyon all you got was food poisoning and sleepless nights in fleabag motels.

Letting out a deep calming breath, you went back to work, grabbing a package wrapped in brown kraft paper. It was too heavy and hard for a manuscript, as if it was already bound. But who were you to question the eccentric world of writers.

You ripped open the paper, knitting your eyebrows in confusion when you saw an old Harvard Yearbook from 1993. As if someone sending you a yearbook wasn’t odd enough, it was flagged with various post-its. You opened the book to one of the pages that was marked. There was your face staring up at you in a grainy black and white photo. You were younger but it was undeniably you, smiling with a group of other tutors from the Harvard Writing Center. That’s when it hit you. Realization slowly spread across your face as you reached for your cell.

“Hello,” Rebecca answered, stepping outside of the banquet hall decked out in crimson.

“No, no, no, no, no. Oh and did I mention, no!” You replied. “I’m not going to the reunion.”

“Please, Y/N. You have to come. You’ve officially run out of excuses not to go. I’ve heard them all. I’m out of the country. I’m at a yoga retreat. I’m getting divorced.”

You winced at that last part and looked down at your hand, the tan line on your ring finger still visible. You had gotten married for all the wrong reasons. At the time you were lonely and marriage seemed like the responsible thing to do. The next step into adulthood. “Becks, I don’t know if I can get away from work right now.”

“Yes, you can. You run the place and it’s only a weekend. I’m sure they can spare you for two days. And who knows, maybe someone else will be there. Someone who happens to be named…..Rafael.” There was a lilt in Rebecca’s voice when she mentioned your former best friend’s name.

You flipped through the yearbook, stopping at a picture of you and Rafael. You were sitting under a tree on the quad, your head resting on his shoulder while he read. You loved his voice. It was soothing and smooth, like swallowing a spoonful of honey. Listening to him read always brought you comfort. You lovingly touched the photo. If you closed your eyes, you could still see his brilliant green eyes that made you weak in the knees, feel the soft silkiness of his thick dark hair under your fingers.

The first few months at Cambridge were hard. You missed your family and friends, especially Rafael. The two of you had kept in touch, exchanging letters and the occasional long distance phone call. But as time went by, the letters and phone calls became more infrequent. You discovered the reason why during Christmas that year. You had dropped by New York to surprise Rafael only to learn from Eddie that he was with Yelina. You swore Eddie to secrecy, making him promise that he would never tell Rafael that you were there. When you got back to Cambridge you stopped responding to his letters and eventually Rafael stopped writing. It was obvious that he had moved on and you needed to as well.

“He’s in New York, you know. I’m surprised you haven’t looked him up,” Rebecca said, interrupting your reverie.

You slammed the yearbook shut. “I know he’s in New York. But I’ve been busy and besides he’s probably a sleazy lawyer with a receding hairline and a big gut who’s married to Yelina and has three gorgeous but spoiled rotten children. And while she’s off getting the latest plastic surgery or high off her kid’s Ritalin, he’s probably getting a happy ending at an illegal massage parlor. Where eventually he’ll be discovered, get arrested, and then it’ll be all over the tabloids. I can picture the headline now: “Where’s the Rub? Crooked Lawyer Caught at Massage Parlor.”

“Wow!” Rebecca said after a long pause. “That doesn’t sound bitter at all. And anyways you’re wrong. He’s not with Yelina.”

“How do you know?”

“Do me a favor and google “Alex Muñoz.” Also you are going. If I have to hunt you down and drag you to Boston. You’re going. No excuses.”

You whined and rested your head on the table. “Fine,” you mumbled. “I’ll see you there.” After you got off the phone with your old roommate, you immediately went to your laptop and looked up, Alex Muñoz. During your search, an article popped up about the mayoral candidate who was caught up in a sexting scandal. The events took place several months earlier and by the time you moved here it was old news, the press already in hot pursuit of the next big story.

“Why am I not surprised,” you said out loud, clicking through several photos. What you were surprised to find was that Alex had married Yelina. A picture popped up showing the tall, gorgeous woman, playing the role of the dutiful wife and standing by her man. In the far corner of the photo, you noticed a handsome man in a sharp tailored suit, standing with a group of people. It was Rafael.

Your heart skipped a beat. It was amazing how he could still have that effect on you. Your theory about your college friend was squashed the minute you googled “Rafael Barba.” You fell down a rabbit hole, learning about the ADA and his work with Special Victims Unit, clicking through pictures and interviews. The man had aged like a fine wine. You felt your face flush, watching a clip of him at a press conference, his powerful voice demanding justice for the victim.

It was worse than you had imagined. Rafael Barba was a good guy. He was Superman, fighting the scum of the Earth, and to top it all off, he looked sexy doing it. You closed your laptop and stood up from your desk, in desperate need of fresh air and more coffee.

As you walked outside, you tried to quiet your brain and stop thinking about Rafael, but it was too late. In reality, he never really went away. Rafael was your first love, he had always lived in your heart. Even on your wedding day, the man you wanted to be waiting for you at the end of the aisle was Rafael. In some ways, no man could ever compare to him. Now faced with the possibility of seeing him again, you weren’t sure what to do. All you could do was hope he wouldn’t show.

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Rafael couldn’t believe he was back in Boston. In fact he never would have gone to this reunion at all if it wasn’t for your old roommate, Rebecca. She had called his office one day, practically begging him to attend. When she mentioned that you would be there, he caved and said yes.

Rafael was desolate after you left for Cambridge. He threw himself into school, but Harvard just wasn’t the same without you. He wasn’t the same without you. It felt like a piece of him was missing.

At his lowest point, he went back to New York for a weekend visit to take his mind off of you. Rafael sat in an empty bar, getting drunk on cheap scotch, reading your letter again. The condensation dripping off his glass and falling onto the sheet of paper in his hand causing your words to bleed together until they were just incoherent ink smudges.

Rafael was so caught up in drowning his own sorrows that he failed to notice Yelina come in. The woman immediately set her eyes on him, sauntering over like a cougar about to pounce on its prey. “Guapo, is this seat taken?” She purred, running her hand up his arm.

Rafael took Yelina home that night in the hopes that her soft supple body would help soothe his broken heart. They became a couple not long after that. As the relationship continued, Rafael found he had less time to write. Either he was too wrapped up in Yelina or he didn’t want to upset her by mentioning your name. The few times she had caught him writing to you had led to some heated fights.

When he stopped receiving your letters, Rafael was devastated. He didn’t understand why. Sure he may not have called or written as often as he used to but that was no reason to stop communicating all together.

Yelina scoffed while Rafael moped around his apartment. “I don’t know why you’re so upset. She probably met someone, spread her legs, and moved on.” She rolled her eyes and began to file her nails. “Good riddance, I say. That little crush she had on you was so annoying. I honestly don’t know what you saw on her.”

“She’s not like that. You don’t even know her!” He snapped back.

“I saw the way she looked at you at your graduation. If you’re so upset then go after. I don’t care, you’re not even worth it.” She grabbed her purse and left, slamming the door behind her.

Rafael jumped at the abrupt sound, letting his head fall back against the couch. He pinched the bridge of his nose, not even bothering to go after her. The relationship didn’t last much longer. By the time summer arrived, Yelina had left him for Alex. He had caught the pair in bed together one day.

Rafael was upset but not surprised. There was a time he thought he loved Yelina, but after meeting you he realized that wasn’t love. Yelina was selfish and vain, never giving of herself. She wasn’t capable of love. She wasn’t you.

He had thought of going to England to find you but Yelina’s words haunted him. What if you had moved on? Instead Rafael chose to give up on love and focus on his career but it was becoming a losing battle. Not a day went by that Rafael didn’t think of you so when the opportunity arose to see you again, he couldn’t say no.

Now Rafael sat alone at a table, nursing a scotch while his classmates were socializing around the big banquet hall. His eyes scanned the room, hoping to spot you among the crowd, but you were nowhere to be found. He was just about to give up and head back to his hotel when you suddenly appeared in his line of vision.

You were across the room, walking towards the bar. Rafael couldn’t help but stare. For years he had imagined what it would be like to see you again. In his naivety, he had pictured you to be the young girl he had known in college and not the beautiful woman you had become. You were dressed in an off-the-shoulder blush colored cocktail dress that hit right below your knees. Your hair had been swept up in a chic chignon, several loose tendrils framing your face. Your makeup was minimal, just enough to enhance your natural beauty. It was still you, but a more sophisticated version.

Rafael got up and slowly made his way over to where you were standing, his pulse quickening with every step he took until he stood directly behind you. Your back was to him and for a split second his eyes raked over your body, drinking in your curves while you ordered your drink. “Glenlivet on the rocks, please.”

Letting out a nervous breath, he finally said your name. “Y/N?”

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hecallsmehischild · 5 years ago

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(TLDR) I sewed three patches on this couch two days ago.

Today I watched one of the high school graduation ceremonies taking place across the country. I was surprised at how many bitter and resentful responses I had to swallow down as the video rolled on. I can’t put my finger one hundred percent on why, but I think it had a great deal to do with the emphasis on success and making a huge impact, and the laying of this expectation on the shoulders of those who were graduating.

I graduated from an earlier iteration of this particular high school. What I treasure most were the memories I made with friends there, and the good teachers I encountered. I graduated with a 3.7 GPA and two AP classes (Psych and English) from a private college prep Christian high school. Despite how reserved I tended to be, I somehow won “Most Memorable” in the yearbook, and anyone who took English with me knew how much I loved to write. It was pretty obvious I was going to succeed in my... goals? Eh, we’ll figure out goals later, because anyway I was pretty sure to be a total success wherever I chose to go.

Goals. Be a writer, right? Some degree in Creative Writing, maybe land a job as an editor at a publishing house? Right? That’s what’s supposed to happen? I guess? I went two states away to go to a college that offered better financial aid and had a good Creative Writing program... what, I should have asked, even constitutes a good Creative Writing program?

The next two years watched me slowly flush my 3.7 down the toilet. Granted, it would have helped if I understood that I was contending with Bipolar 2, and not just Depression, but I don’t think that would have changed enough to save me. I had no idea what being an adult looked like. I didn’t understand the "units” I was supposed to accrue at college (they somehow landed in the “abstract” section of my brain). I’m supposed to shape my own course, now? How does that work? But I didn’t even have the language for my confusion and everyone seemed to KNOW these things. And then, out of nowhere, something would happen in a class and my brain would throw up an utter blockade against the idea of ever returning to class A, X, or C ever again because I fell asleep too often/couldn’t face the peer review board/didn’t understand what the hell they were trying to teach me/couldn’t MAKE myself finish that 8 page paper that should have been a cakewalk for someone like me.

I failed. I utterly and completely failed, as my classmates continued on toward their bright, shiny college degrees and plans for Masters.

In a Christian High School, one of the extra expectations laid on you is that you go out and do great things for the Kingdom of God. I am so divided about this statement, because I have to believe it is handed out with good intentions, but I believe it misses something very important about the very Kingdom it wants to represent. By coupling this with graduation and talk about success and “dreaming big” and all those grand speeches, it makes representing God out to be exclusively a grand endeavor, with a whole string of unspoken footnotes attached. Your ministry must be notable, your actions seen and discussed (as favorably as possible), you must emulate Jesus (but only in the aspects of his excellence, not his counter-authoritarianism or radical table-flipping if-you-please), you must be sure to leave your mark on this world so you can hear those oh so coveted words, “Well done, good and faithful servant.” Live a good life, waste no time ever, always strive for above and beyond, don’t be controversial, don’t struggle for too long in life, try to have a good marriage and family and don’t embarrass us too much. Take what I say, here, with a grain of salt, this is the jaded observation of a slightly embittered graduate of a class of ‘07.

You know. My parents have been in ministry almost all my life. Thirty years, and nearly all of those years, their tiny ministry has not been able to pay them full salary. Thirty years of striving and strife, shattering into a thousand pieces over and over and slowly re-knitting each time. Thirty years of trying to walk in Jesus’ footsteps and stumbling every step of the way. Thirty years, and I’d still wager most people don’t know about Improbable People Ministries or A Tour of Roses the way they know names like Joyce Meyer or Billy Graham. (I’m not, here, knocking those people. I’m pulling up a comparison of names to make a point) That they aren’t as well known isn’t what galls me. What galls me is that there’s some unspoken criteria that if they aren’t that universally known, then what’s it worth to God and His Kingdom?

And I turn and I look at me. Two days ago I sewed three patches onto a couch. We ripped it during the move, two years back. I didn’t have any confidence in my sewing skills because, well, I don’t really sew. Every now and then, we’d make the rips worse, and comment about either patching it up or replacing the couch. And I thought, I’ve done so many other things in this house that I didn’t think I could do, maybe I could do this. So I picked out a fabric with birds all over it, to nest among the flowers on the couch. I got two yards, much more than I needed because I had no idea what mistakes I might make. I cut out approximately the right size and shape, plugged in an audiobook, and got to work. Roughly two and a half hours later, I’d done the thing. A professional reupholstery person definitely would have done it better, but I fixed it. I put my touch on it, and now my husband will smile every time he looks at the couch, and it will quit ripping whenever we lean back.

Where am I going with this whole couch bit? Well. I think sometimes God does his work through big names, like Billy Graham or Mother Theresa, and in that way He reaches a lot of people. But I submit that success and visibility and I M P A C T is not the only way it works. These days, I go sit and talk with the one neighbor I have energy to visit. I sweep and mop the floor. I push for one more fix to the house, or get adventurous and try to fix it myself. I make fresh meals at home, sometimes with cookies or bread. I hug my husband and chase him around the house (or get chased). I write fanfiction. I make pretty and silly things. I read books, to myself and aloud to others. When I’m struggling, I’m trying more often than not to STOP myself from thrashing to get things done, so that I can pass through the period of depression or downswing with fewer internal lacerations.

Some people will shoot for the stars and land there and do great and grand things. And that is well and good. But the Kingdom of God is not limited to those things. I don’t know what He has for me in the future, but for now I tend to what is at hand; myself, my husband, and this house. And I think that this is work He has given me to do right now. It is a small thing, but it is my thing, and it is not lessened by the fact that it’s for a very limited number of people. And the marvelous thing is that while this work is good for those around me, it also is stretching and teaching me new ways relating to the world. This “small” work is also healing me. And that, in turn, overflows back onto the people around me.

I reiterate: I sewed three patches on this couch. It’s a ridiculously tiny thing in the grand scheme of things. As is assembling a cabinet, or replacing a toilet seat, or learning how to paint a wall. But I took YEARS to come out from under the belief that my decisions were always going to end in disaster, or that I was riding everyone else’s wake because I couldn’t own my life choices. I’m still horribly afraid of screwing up in some areas, but that fear is lessening its grip on my life one area at a time. I think I will be flailing through life my whole life long, and they don’t talk about that in graduation speeches because they want to send you off feeling super confident. But I wanna say, to any fellow flailers who may not feel all that confident, or who had that confidence shattered, you aren’t less.

I know... that I’m speaking as a Christian, here. And that not all of you reading this are. And that’s ok, I’m not here to change you. But whether you are or not, I wanna say that the way I’ve seen God work in my life and my family’s lives is that nothing is wasted. Small things we never would have deemed important became lynchpins down the line. Areas of our lives metaphorically burned to ashes are in continual process of bearing unruly wildflowers. And I believe He sees all those small things in your lives, too.

The other day I sewed three patches on a couch. And healed a tiny bit more. And brought a fraction more peace and joy and laughter to our surroundings. And that is one facet of the Kingdom of God.

#wrestling with God #rlchild

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