#im the tallest male character i could get

[dollfat]

my character's height compared to emmerich's changes in every cutscene

[miyaniacs]

hello! i just wanted to say that i'm really proud of you for making it so far and it's honestly really inspiring to me. i've struggled with my appearence so much and i saw your requests are open, could you possibly do kuroo, kenma, and bokuto with a s/o who's insecure about being thin hc? thank you sm im advance and i hope things ease up soon 💖

Thank you baby 🥺❤️

And ok so first of all - I think people forget that in today’s society everyone feels insecure about their body even thin people- especially now I feel like thin women feel insecure about not having this ig curvy body - women are pressured so badly for having to have the perfect body - but the perfect body for women is on that is most likely not achievable without getting surgery. Also I feel like every week there is another unrealistic trend that media creates for us to have. And also men are pressured for having to be muscular if not they are not really considered manly.

Ok to the request :

Warnings : me ranting about fashion in bokutos lol

Masterlist

HC s/o who’s insecure about being thin

Kuroo

Soo when he realized how insecure you are for being thin he was confused

Like isn’t this what everyone wants to be rn?

So he asked you about it

When you’re female : you explain that you feel extremely uncomfortable for not having those curves and that you probably also don’t feel like a “women” since - “real women have curves” all those pictures you see on social media make you feel insecure for not having those ‘thick thighs’ and amazing boobs

When you’re male : you explain that you feel insecure that you’re not strong enough, that you look like a stick ( I do know more than one males that are really insecure about not having much muscle )

For both ways : you explain that you feel bad for not having anything for him to grab on while cuddling or having sex, that all your clothes don’t seem to properly fit and when you’re wearing shorts or a bikini people would think your anorexic ( actually what a girl I known struggles with - she’s just thin but people assume she has an eating disorder)

He will listen not saying anything until you’re finished

He will hold your hands and tell you that he never thought any of those things. He loves your body - you make him feel more buff haha

He also asked if there’s a reason why you don’t gain weight - like some medical condition

Also he would ask you if you want to work out with him. Since you’re thin you will easily see results soon - and you will feel more comfortable when you’re able to see those abs or the definition on your legs - and even doing sports will make you feel better because you do something

He will also help you set up a meal plan - so you will get the right amount of proteins, fats, carbs etc.

He will also make sure to show you how much he loves your body using words as : god your so beautiful / hot / jaw dropping etc.

Buys you cute lingerie too

AND right after you first talked about this he asks you to give him your phone - he goes straight on social media and unfollows all those accounts and follows ones that have a body type similar to yours.

Kenma

He loves the fact that you’re thin

He’s not the tallest and buffets gut himself so he likes the fact that he still feels able to protect you ( not that you need this but just for his ego )

You two were playing video games when the comment : god I wish I’d had this body - left your mouth while looking at one of those characters

He immediately stoppes the game and looks at you

“That’s what bothers you?” You blinks still not believing what he just heard you say

You nod and tell him sincerely that you think that you are too thin

“I love your body - and i don’t mind the fact that you’re thin? You know how much I love yo run my fingers over your rib cage ( you know this dum,dumm dummm - you say in your head when you run your fingers over some bumbs? If so that’s what he always does )

He will switch your gaming plans to cuddle time and makes sure to tell you all those little things he loves about your body - He lets you tell what you hate about it and then tells you his opinion about it

He loves the fact that HE can easily gives you piggyback rides or spins you around when you run to him and jump in his arms

The next day he will ask kuroo for some advice tho and gets some more games where the characters aren’t that unrealistically built

Bokuto

After some time even our baby owl realizes that you wear clothes that hide your BEAUTIFUL BODY??

“Babe, isn’t this shirt a bit too big?”

He finally asks and you tell him that you don’t like how you look in tight clothing

He doesn’t get why so you have to explain it to him

Female : you don’t like that you’re not curvy and that you have rather small breast - so you try to hide it in clothes that you drown in

Male : you don’t like how you your bones stick out, that your legs look like sticks and have no shape in it

So this beautiful baby - right after pulling you in his arms and kissing you - walks to your closet and gets trough you clothes

“ babe. OBVIOUSLY you don’t like your body when you don’t have anything that makes your beautiful features POP !! Get dressed we’ll go shopping now.”

Sooo at the mall he chooses all of the outfits for you and makes you put them on ( yes I belive that he has a nice and modern sense in fashion)

female :

Highwaisted dress pants, bralett and a blazer - CHECK

Oversized T-shirt dress and some combat boots / chunky sneakers to make your LEGS LOOK like they are 2m long - CHECK

Wide leg pants and some oversized T-shirt tugged in to give you some shape - CHECK

Those cute slip dresses - HELL YES

baby t-shirts & tennis skirks with HIS windbreaker- YES

Those cute square neck shirts with puffy sleeves YES !!!

He loves you in his hoodies too

With some tights OR with some wide jeans too

If you’re also on the shorter side - PLATFORM shoes. Yes there aren’t too chunky for you ( for example the puma ones with the Rihanna collab - they are like tennis shoes and actually soo comfy)

Those cute cardigans as a shirt - YES

Hny you need to live out the advantages of not needing to wear a bra !!

Obviously accessories to the MAX

Male

Oversize and layering is the KEY

Also those sweatshirts with a more stiff fabrics

Those wide light blue jeans and a simple slightly oversized t-shirt tugged in with a nice belt - YES

Wide trousers and a tighter shirt AND a loose Oversized shirt

Soo After coming home with a whole new wardrobe you look like a model.

And HE SHOWS YOU OFF SO BADLY & HYPES YOU THE FUCK UP

Calls akaashi over to make you model all your new clothes

You don’t have a choice but your ego goes up a little

Also like kuroo will but you cute lingerie

Bonus for female: will ask you non stop if you want to pierce your nippels because it looks so hot on smaller breast ( on all sizes but in my opinion esp on smaller ones )

[vs-redemption]

Hi! Could I have a male hq matchup if that’s ok? I’m 5’5 she/her w long dark brown hair w the front half of my right side dyed white, green eyes & tanned skin! I’m super bubbly & LOUD. I love working out & im a HUGE foodie, I’m naturally really flirty & my love language is physical touch. I’m stubborn & impulsive, luv rain/storms, coffee & PDA. I’m emotional, confident, bold, energetic, giggly & observant! Esfp/Taurus. I RAMBLE but I’m a gd listener, I’m a night owl! V playful & luv teasing(1/2)

A/N: I was torn between three characters. Tanaka, Suga, and Lev. I hope you like my final choice!!! Thank you so much for sending in a match-up request!! I feel like I’m starting to know the volleyball boys a lot better now! 

Find out how to request a match-up HERE ONLY 9 HOURS LEFT UNTIL MATCH-UP REQUESTS ARE CLOSED!

Your match is: Koushi Sugawara

Why Suga?

Suga isn’t one of the tallest people in the volleyball scene, but his personality is a really good match for yours. He’s super thankful that you warm up to people quickly because that means you don’t have to waste time with any awkward small talk in the beginning. You can expect a lot of teasing and goofing around from him, so it’s good you’re not afraid to be playful. He’s going to really appreciate that you’re so loud and supportive when you come to cheer him on at volleyball games. It gives him a little boost of confidence if things are ever looking dicey for his team.

Please don’t worry about Suga ever lying to you about anything. He can actually be pretty blunt about his thoughts and opinions, so don’t hesitate to return the sentiment. He’s really going to enjoy how open you are, especially during late night talks when you two are the only ones out walking around. He’ll never take your trust for granted either, and if you want someone to defend you against people who would, Suga is your guy. He’s not afraid to call someone out or give them one of his famous chops if they do anything to hurt your feelings or make you feel uncomfortable.

I don’t know if Suga is a foodie, but I think he will become one after being with you. Introduce him to your favorite foods and restaurants and he’s going to get very passionate about it pretty fast. Also, it might take Suga a bit to feel comfortable with PDA. It’s not that he doesn’t want to hold your hand or put his arm around you, he just wants to make sure he respects your boundaries. Once he knows you’re fine with it, he’s going to be a lot less shy about initiating contact with you.

SHORT STORY

It was around midnight when your phone started buzzing like crazy on the night stand next to your bed, waking you up from a random dream. It takes you a second to blink the sleep from your eyes and then you check your phone to see that it was Suga spamming your phone with messages, telling you to wake up and come meet him outside. You roll out of bed and shuffle over to your window to draw back the curtains. Your boyfriend was standing outside, bundled up adorably in a fluffy coat, thick gloves, and a knit cap. The huge grin on his face chases away the last of your tiredness. You open your window to call out for him despite the fact it’s the middle of winter and freezing.

“Are you crazy?” You ask in a loud whisper, “What are you doing?”

“I couldn’t sleep,” he says with a smile. “Come out here and play with me.” You put a hand over your mouth to suppress a giggle when he falls back into the snow and starts making a snow angel. You close your window and get dressed as quickly and quietly as you can. Suga was still laying on his back in the snow when you got outside. “I need your help getting up,” he tells you. “I don’t want to leave a handprint.”

Once he’s back on his feet, he cups your face in his gloved hands and kisses you once on the nose sweetly. He couldn’t help himself with how cute you looked with your duel colored hair sticking out from your cap. Even though it was the middle of the night and cold, you couldn’t help but feel wide awake and excited. You loved having little spur of the moment adventures with your boyfriend. He takes your hand into his and starts leading you down the street. “Let’s walk to the park,” He suggests. The idea sounded fun so you decided to roll with it.

As you made your way to your destination, you admired the holiday lights and decorations on the lampposts and houses around the neighborhood. You both tried your best to keep your voices down, but the silence of the night only seemed to amplify your laughter.

“What do we do now?” you ask once you arrive at the park. Nobody had been there in a while, so there were no footsteps or disturbances in the snow.

“Want to make a snowman?” Suga asks with his hazel eyes wide. You pull out your phone to check the time and just laugh at the late hour.

“Of course!” You tell him while hurrying off to get started. Thankfully it didn’t take too long to finish because your fingers and toes were starting to get cold. There was a twenty-four hour coffee shop nearby, so you both went there to warm up. Suga bought hot drinks for you both while you found one of the empty tables to sit at. It was easy to let the time fly by as the conversation flowed. You talked about everything and anything, just enjoying each other’s company until your cups were empty and hearts were full.

[chiseler]

Utopia and Apocalypse: Pynchon’s Populist/Fatalist Cinema

The rhythmic clapping resonates inside these walls, which are hard and glossy as coal: Come-on! Start-the-show! Come-on! Start-the-show! The screen is a dim page spread before us, white and silent. The film has broken, or a projector bulb has burned out. It was difficult even for us, old fans who’ve always been at the movies (haven’t we?) to tell which before the darkness swept in.

--from the last page of Gravity’s Rainbow

To begin with a personal anecdote: Writing my first book (to be published) in the late 1970s, an experimental autobiography titled Moving Places: A Life at the Movies (Harper & Row, 1980), published in French as Mouvements: Une vie au cinéma (P.O.L, 2003), I wanted to include four texts by other authors—two short stories (“In Dreams Begin Responsibilities” by Delmore Schwartz, “The Secret Integration” by Thomas Pynchon) and two essays (“The Carole Lombard in Macy’s Window” by Charles Eckert, “My Life With Kong” by Elliott Stein)—but was prevented from doing so by my editor, who argued that because the book was mine, texts by other authors didn’t belong there. My motives were both pluralistic and populist: a desire both to respect fiction and non-fiction as equal creative partners and to insist that the book was about more than just myself and my own life. Because my book was largely about the creative roles played by the fictions of cinema on the non-fictions of personal lives, the anti-elitist nature of cinema played a crucial part in these transactions.`

In the case of Pynchon’s 1964 story—which twenty years later, in his collection Slow Learner, he would admit was the only early story of his that he still liked—the cinematic relevance to Moving Places could be found in a single fleeting but resonant detail: the momentary bonding of a little white boy named Tim Santora with a black, homeless, alcoholic jazz musician named Carl McAfee in a hotel room when they discover that they’ve both seen Blood Alley (1955), an anticommunist action-adventure with John Wayne and Lauren Bacall, directed by William Wellman. Pynchon mentions only the film’s title, but the complex synergy of this passing moment of mutual recognition between two of its dissimilar viewers represented for me an epiphany, in part because of the irony of such casual camaraderie occurring in relation to a routine example of Manichean Cold War mythology. Moreover, as a right-wing cinematic touchstone, Blood Alley is dialectically complemented in the same story by Tim and his friends categorizing their rebellious schoolboy pranks as Operation Spartacus, inspired by the left-wing Spartacus (1960) of Kirk Douglas, Dalton Trumbo, and Stanley Kubrick.

For better and for worse, all of Pynchon’s fiction partakes of this populism by customarily defining cinema as the cultural air that everyone breathes, or at least the river in which everyone swims and bathes. This is equally apparent in the only Pynchon novel that qualifies as hackwork, Inherent Vice (2009), and the fact that Paul Thomas Anderson’s adaptation of it is also his worst film to date—a hippie remake of Chinatown in the same way that the novel is a hippie remake of Raymond Chandler and Ross Macdonald—seems logical insofar as it seems to have been written with an eye towards selling the screen rights. As Geoffrey O’Brien observed (while defending this indefensible book and film) in the New York Review of Books (January 3, 2015), “Perhaps the novel really was crying out for such a cinematic transformation, for in its pages people watch movies, remember them, compare events in the ‘real world’ to their plots, re-experience their soundtracks as auditory hallucinations, even work their technical components (the lighting style of cinematographer James Wong Howe, for instance) into aspects of complex conspiratorial schemes.” (Despite a few glancing virtues, such as  Josh Brolin’s Nixonesque performance as "Bigfoot" Bjornsen, Anderson’s film seems just as cynical as its source and infused with the same sort of misplaced would-be nostalgia for the counterculture of the late 60s and early 70s, pitched to a generation that didn’t experience it, as Bertolucci’s Innocents: The Dreamers.)

From The Crying of Lot 49’s evocation of an orgasm in cinematic terms (“She awoke at last to find herself getting laid; she’d come in on a sexual crescendo in progress, like a cut to a scene where the camera’s already moving”) to the magical-surreal guest star appearance of Mickey Rooney in wartime Europe in Gravity’s Rainbow, cinema is invariably a form of lingua franca in Pynchon’s fiction, an expedient form of shorthand, calling up common experiences that seem light years away from the sectarianism of the politique des auteurs. This explains why his novels set in mid-20th century, such as the two just cited, when cinema was still a common currency cutting across classes, age groups, and diverse levels of education, tend to have the greatest number of movie references. In Gravity’s Rainbow—set mostly in war-torn Europe, with a few flashbacks to the east coast U.S. and flash-forwards to the contemporary west coast—this even includes such anachronistic pop ephemera as the 1949 serial King of the Rocket Men and the 1955 Western The Return of Jack Slade (which a character named Waxwing Blodgett is said to have seen at U.S. Army bases during World War 2 no less than twenty-seven times), along with various comic books.

Significantly, “The Secret Integration”, a title evoking both conspiracy and countercultural utopia, is set in the same cozy suburban neighborhood in the Berkshires from which Tyrone Slothrop, the wartime hero or antihero of Gravity’s Rainbow (1973), aka “Rocketman,” springs, with his kid brother and father among the story’s characters. It’s also the same region where Pynchon himself grew up. And Gravity’s Rainbow, Pynchon’s magnum opus and richest work, is by all measures the most film-drenched of his novels in its design as well as its details—so much so that even its blocks of text are separated typographically by what resemble sprocket holes. Unlike, say, Vineland (1990), where cinema figures mostly in terms of imaginary TV reruns (e.g., Woody Allen in Young Kissinger) and diverse cultural appropriations (e.g., a Noir Center shopping mall), or the post-cinematic adventures in cyberspace found in the noirish (and far superior) east-coast companion volume to Inherent Vice, Bleeding Edge (2013), cinema in Gravity’s Rainbow is basically a theatrical event with a social impact, where Fritz Lang’s invention of the rocket countdown as a suspense device (in the 1929 Frau im mond) and the separate “frames” of a rocket’s trajectory are equally relevant and operative factors. There are also passing references to Lang’s Der müde Tod, Die Nibelungen, Dr. Mabuse, der Spieler, and Metropolis—not to mention De Mille’s Cleopatra, Dumbo, Freaks, Son of Frankenstein, White Zombie, at least two Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers musicals, Pabst, and Lubitsch—and the epigraphs introducing the novel’s second and third sections (“You will have the tallest, darkest leading man in Hollywood — Merian C. Cooper to Fay Wray” and “Toto, I have a feeling we’re not in Kansas any more…. –Dorothy, arriving in Oz”) are equally steeped in familiar movie mythology.

These are all populist allusions, yet the bane of populism as a rightwing curse is another near-constant in Pynchon’s work. The same ambivalence can be felt in the novel’s last two words, “Now everybody—“, at once frightening and comforting in its immediacy and universality. With the possible exception of Mason & Dixon (1997), every Pynchon novel over the past three decades—Vineland, Against the Day (2006), Inherent Vice, and Bleeding Edge—has an attractive, prominent, and sympathetic female character betraying or at least acting against her leftist roots and/or principles by being first drawn erotically towards and then being seduced by a fascistic male. In Bleeding Edge, this even happens to the novel’s earthy protagonist, the middle-aged detective Maxine Tarnow. Given the teasing amount of autobiographical concealment and revelation Pynchon carries on with his public while rigorously avoiding the press, it is tempting to see this recurring theme as a personal obsession grounded in some private psychic wound, and one that points to sadder-but-wiser challenges brought by Pynchon to his own populism, eventually reflecting a certain cynicism about human behavior. It also calls to mind some of the reflections of Luc Moullet (in “Sainte Janet,” Cahiers du cinéma no. 86, août 1958) aroused by Howard Hughes’ and Josef von Sternberg’s Jet Pilot and (more incidentally) by Ayn Rand’s and King Vidor’s The Fountainhead whereby “erotic verve” is tied to a contempt for collectivity—implicitly suggesting that rightwing art may be sexier than leftwing art, especially if the sexual delirium in question has some of the adolescent energy found in, for example, Hughes, Sternberg, Rand, Vidor, Kubrick, Tashlin, Jerry Lewis, and, yes, Pynchon.

One of the most impressive things about Pynchon’s fiction is the way in which it often represents the narrative shapes of individual novels in explicit visual terms. V, his first novel, has two heroes and narrative lines that converge at the bottom point of a V; Gravity’s Rainbow, his second—a V2 in more ways than one—unfolds across an epic skyscape like a rocket’s (linear) ascent and its (scattered) descent; Vineland offers a narrative tangle of lives to rhyme with its crisscrossing vines, and the curving ampersand in the middle of Mason & Dixon suggests another form of digressive tangle between its two male leads; Against the Day, which opens with a balloon flight, seems to follow the curving shape and rotation of the planet.

This compulsive patterning suggests that the sprocket-hole design in Gravity’s Rainbow’s section breaks is more than just a decorative detail. The recurrence of sprockets and film frames carries metaphorical resonance in the novel’s action, so that Franz Pökler, a German rocket engineer allowed by his superiors to see his long-lost daughter (whom he calls his “movie child” because she was conceived the night he and her mother saw a porn film) only once a year, at a children’s village called Zwölfkinder, and can’t even be sure if it’s the same girl each time:

So it has gone for the six years since. A daughter a year, each one about a year older, each time taking up nearly from scratch. The only continuity has been her name, and Zwölfkinder, and Pökler’s love—love something like the persistence of vision, for They have used it to create for him the moving image of a daughter, flashing him only these summertime frames of her, leaving it to him to build the illusion of a single child—what would the time scale matter, a 24th of a second or a year (no more, the engineer thought, than in a wind tunnel, or an oscillograph whose turning drum you can speed or slow at will…)?

***

Cinema, in short, is both delightful and sinister—a utopian dream and an apocalyptic nightmare, a stark juxtaposition reflected in the abrupt shift in the earlier Pynchon passage quoted at the beginning of this essay from present tense to past tense, and from third person to first person. Much the same could be said about the various displacements experienced while moving from the positive to the negative consequences of  populism.

Pynchon’s allegiance to the irreverent vulgarity of kazoos sounding like farts and concomitant Spike Jones parodies seems wholly in keeping with his disdain for David Raksin and Johnny Mercer’s popular song “Laura” and what he perceives as the snobbish elitism  of the Preminger film it derives from, as expressed in his passionate liner notes to the CD compilation “Spiked!: The Music of Spike Jones” a half-century later:

The song had been featured in the 1945 movie of the same name, supposed to evoke the hotsy-totsy social life where all these sophisticated New York City folks had time for faces in the misty light and so forth, not to mention expensive outfits, fancy interiors,witty repartee—a world of pseudos as inviting to…class hostility as fish in a barrel, including a presumed audience fatally unhip enough to still believe in the old prewar fantasies, though surely it was already too late for that, Tin Pan Alley wisdom about life had not stood a chance under the realities of global war, too many people by then knew better.

Consequently, neither art cinema nor auteur cinema figures much in Pynchon’s otherwise hefty lexicon of film culture, aside from a jokey mention of a Bengt Ekerot/Maria Casares Film Festival (actors playing Death in The Seventh Seal and Orphée) held in Los Angeles—and significantly, even the “underground”, 16-millimeter radical political filmmaking in northern California charted in Vineland becomes emblematic of the perceived failure of the 60s counterculture as a whole. This also helps to account for why the paranoia and solipsism found in Jacques Rivette’s Paris nous appartient and Out 1, perhaps the closest equivalents to Pynchon’s own notions of mass conspiracy juxtaposed with solitary despair, are never mentioned in his writing, and the films that are referenced belong almost exclusively to the commercial mainstream, unlike the examples of painting, music, and literature, such as the surrealist painting of Remedios Varo described in detail at the beginning of The Crying of Lot 49,  the importance of Ornette Coleman in V and Anton Webern in Gravity’s Rainbow, or the visible impact of both Jorge Luis Borges and William S. Burroughs on the latter novel. (1) And much of the novel’s supply of movie folklore—e.g., the fatal ambushing of John Dillinger while leaving Chicago’s Biograph theater--is mainstream as well.

Nevertheless, one can find a fairly precise philosophical and metaphysical description of these aforementioned Rivette films in Gravity’s Rainbow: “If there is something comforting -- religious, if you want — about paranoia, there is still also anti-paranoia, where nothing is connected to anything, a condition not many of us can bear for long.” And the white, empty movie screen that appears apocalyptically on the novel’s final page—as white and as blank as the fusion of all the colors in a rainbow—also appears in Rivette’s first feature when a 16-millimeter print of Lang’s Metropolis breaks during the projection of the Tower of Babel sequence.

Is such a physically and metaphysically similar affective climax of a halted film projection foretelling an apocalypse a mere coincidence? It’s impossible to know whether Pynchon might have seen Paris nous appartient during its brief New York run in the early 60s. But even if he hadn’t (or still hasn’t), a bitter sense of betrayed utopian possibilities in that film, in Out 1, and in most of his fiction is hard to overlook. Old fans who’ve always been at the movies (haven’t we?) don’t like to be woken from their dreams.

by Jonathan Rosenbaum

Footnote

For this reason, among others, I’m skeptical about accepting the hypothesis of the otherwise reliable Pynchon critic Richard Poirier that Gravity’s Rainbow’s enigmatic references to “the Kenosha Kid” might allude to Orson Welles, who was born in Kenosha, Wisconsin. Steven C. Weisenburger, in A Gravity’s Rainbow Companion (Athens/London: The University of Georgia Press, 2006), reports more plausibly that “the Kenosha Kid” was a pulp magazine character created by Forbes Parkhill in Western stories published from the 1920s through the 1940s. Once again, Pynchon’s populism trumps—i.e. exceeds—his cinephilia.

[stoopsbookstore]

The Wolf (Chapter 1)

Warnings - Chapter features violence, gore and character deaths

“Yuta! Wake up!” Johnny smacked the younger wolf awake, the forest ablaze around them, “we have to go!”

“What’s happening, what’s going in?” Yuta stood up, his legs wobbly underneath him.

“Some guy set the forest on fire, says he’s looking for you,” Taeyong transformed, running for his life after sharing the information with Yuta.

“We need to get out of here, it’s not safe!” As a wolf, Doyoung gathered the younger pack, leading them away from the inferno.

Yuta saw his packmates run in various direction, Kun and Xiaojun darting to pick up Taeil who had been burnt on his hind legs, Haechan staying with Ten as they attempted to grab their heirlooms, chaos and madness all around them.

“Hello there, bastard child,” a black wolf with a white streak on his back bared his teeth at Yuta, trying to transform, but for some reason could only sprout his ears, “long time, no see.”

Yuta started running, seeing his friends and family getting slaughtered, wolves attacking them relentlessly.

“Yuta! Help me!” Jisung reached for the male, only for the lead wolf to come up and stomp on his neck.

“You’ll never be a member, you stupid fuck!” The wolf started making his way to Yuta, bracing himself against a tree, “you’ll always be alone!”

Yuta woke up in the classroom screaming, the entire class turning around to stare at him. His forehead was covered in sweat and his eyes red for tears he didn’t realize he shed.

“Im sorry, Mr. Nakamoto, does Romeo and Juliet scare you that much?” Mr. Shindong asked, the chalkboard full of notes of the play and his notebook full of nothing but drool.

“Sorry, sir,” Yuta murmured out, his eyes a dull red, calming himself down as everyone went back to not paying attention except one girl, a sympathetic look on her face.

“Because of that interruption, I think it would be to dismiss class early,” The professor glared at Yuta, “and maybe some of you should focus on getting more sleep instead of getting more pussy.”

The class cheered, gathering their stuff together, Yuta staying back as his friends, Johnny and Doyoung, came up to him.

“Dude, what was that all about?” Doyoung felt Yuta’s forehead with the back of his hand, “are you sick?”

Johnny swatted his hand away from the panicking boy, knowing exactly what’s wrong, “what did you see?”

“A vision of my mom’s pack leader, he burnt everything down,” Yuta shivering as they walked out of the classroom, a pair of eyes on them, "I couldn't save Jisung, I couldn't save anyone."

“Should we tell Taeyong?”

"Tell him what? Yuta had a dream where we all were slaughtered," Doyoung stared at the tallest male, "he would lock us up and throw away the key."

"Well, what do you expect we do?" Johnny swatted at Doyoung, accidentally whacking into Y/N, their classmate, "oh shit! Sorry!"

"No, it's okay," Y/N rubbed her head, Yuta reaching out his hand, "thank you."

The second their hands touched, a jolt of electricity racing through their bodies. Yuta froze, his face stuck in terrror. Y/N took her hand back, staring at the trio in horror.

"You won't being able to save her, fool," a disembodied voice taunted Yuta, looking around to see his friends had vanish and Y/N was strung up, dangling by her legs over a pit of fire, "just because she's your meant to be doesn't mean you'll be with her. You're going to ruin everything for her."

The chain around Y/N's legs disappearing, dropping her as Yuta screamed.

His scream brought him back to the real world, his friends covering his mouth, Johnny helping Y/N up, rubbing her hand.

"Did you feel that, too?" Y/N questioned Yuta, his forehead sweating and his eyes still bulging out.

Y/N ripped a corner of a piece of a paper, scribbling her number on it with a dying pen, the ink fading.

"Call me later please."

Y/N made her exit, Yuta pocketing the number while Johnny pulled out his own phone to call Taeyong.

"Joh-"

"No, Doyoung, he needs to know," Johnny nudged his friend away, "Taeyong, skip your next class, Biology can wait. I'm sure Professor Heechul wouldn't care about you missing one class. It's about Yu- yes. He had a nightma- yes. We think we found his m- Y/N, that girl from our English class. We're on our wa- she just left, but she gave us her name."

Johnny started walking, leaving Doyoung and Yuta in the hall, waving at them to follow him, the trio hustling through the hallways, looking for another one of their members.

Upon arriving at the computer lab, they saw their youngest, Jisung. Johnny walked up and handed the phone to the member affectionately called "their baby," his face terrified as Taeyong began panicking on the phone.

"I have cla- What do you mean Yuta had a nig- and his ma- I'll pack up my stuff," Jisung took out his flashdrive, shoving everything in his bag before the four boys ran out of the classroom, the youngest boy giving the phone back to Johnny.

"We're on our way, we have Jisung. Talk to you later."

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"Mom, have you ever touche-"

"Honey, I already gave you the talk."

"Not like that," Y/N groaned, "I mean, I bumped into this three guys and when one of them was helping me up, I got a shock and then I saw a vision."

Leann stood in silence, her eyes looking at the pot of spaghetti sauce, avoiding the topic, "How about you try some of this?"

"Mom."

"Honey, we can't tell you right now, I'm sorry," she threw the spoon in the sink, "I wish I could and now that we know you're carrying on the family legacy, we have to do this in a very careful way. But what I can tell you in that I come from a very long line of werewolf hunters."

"Hunters?"

"Yes. And I married your stepfather for an alliance that would help us grow in numbers and wipe out the wolves," Y/N looked to the counter, tracing random etchings in the marble as her mother continued, "while I love Shindong, this is mainly for your protection. There's a lot you're going to find out in the next few weeks and we want you to be ready."

"We knew this day was going to come," Shindong had entered the room, kissing the top of Leann's head, "we can start training this weekend. Let me grade all of these works and I can introduce you to what's about to happen. The first paper is one of those half-breeds, Yuta."

Y/N jumped at the name, unnoticed by her parents, "I should go to bed, get well rested for the big day, I guess."

She ran to her room like a speeding bullet train, her heart pounding, as she slid down the door.

Werewolves are real? Any sort of legends surrounding the town could've been real.

Y/N got up from the floor, falling onto her bed before replaying the vision from earlier.

"Help! Someone please!" Y/N tried to wiggling out of the chains, the flames making her sweat waterfalls.

She noticed a wolf, gray fur with bright green eyes growling at a huge black blur, spewing gibberish out of his mouth. The wolf growled as the blur slashed at him. The canine fell to the floor before changing into Yuta, a classmate of Y/N's. The blood ran from his body, the blur laughing at Y/N, her chains dropping her into the inferno.

"Fuck!" Y/N woke up, her body sweaty from the nightmare, her room dark, the moon the only light shining through the window.

A patch of fur had been left near Y/N's pillow. She picked it up, turning on her light to examine it.

It was gray, the same color as Yuta's in her dream.

[chichorie]

Hey, your FE:3H fan art is super great! I was actually wondering if you had any bodytype headcanons for any of the characters?

ahhh wow im so glad you think so!!! i’d love to be able to draw everyone on the roster someday, so here’s some of the ways i’d spice everyone up and draw them. this isnt exactly all canon but its my interpretations of the characters.

some spoilers ahead

black eagles:

edelgard is definitely scarred up from the experimentation she went through, but i imagine despite her smaller height she’s pretty muscular. swinging around amyr doesnt seem easy.

normally i’d draw someone like hubert very lanky but i think in his case having a bit of bulk would make him look scarier and more intimidating, which is what he wants, so i’d give him broad shoulders and a wider chest. and i cant decide if he’d have good or pad posture? im leaning on good posture because he’s very dedicated to making edelgard look good. 

caspar is a short king, VERY bulky though.

linhardt is tall, i wouldnt say very lanky but he does have bad posture because he’s always on the verge of falling asleep.

ferdinand is a model noble, so his chest is always puffed out, and he stands very proudly all the time. he just looks very strong.

dorothea is supposed to look like a model, so shes very curvy, and shes very tall too.

bernie is thin and lanky, even though shes pretty tall, probably as a result of the way her father treated her. she looks like she’d fly away in a strong breeze.

petra has a pretty sleek but strong build, since she’s a hunter, the ideal warrior queen image in brigid.

blue lions:

dimitri is big and he pretty much towers over everyone who isnt dedue, i imagine he’s haunched over all the time and his big fluffy cape gives him added Big factor. 

i think dedue is the tallest in the game, and i’d keep his strong, bulky look too because i like the idea that he’s a shield and protector of all his allies. a true gentle giant.

sylvain is hunky and tallish, has a nice chest but skips leg day from time to time.

felix looks pretty small and thin compared to the other guys in the house (not ashe) but hes strong in his own right, it just doesnt really look that way. he’s got strong arms and a good core but his legs are also pretty weak i imagine.

ashe is a TWINK. hes small and thin and unless he goes down a non archer route hes going to stay that way. hes also still got remnants of his troubled, starving past, so he doesn’t bulk up very well. the smallest male blue lion.

mercie is plus sized! shes sweet and warm and i think its perfect for her, especially since she’s a bit older than the others so she doesnt have much growing left to do and her body wont change much more. shes perfect the way she is!

annette is petite, skinny all around but she has a nice silhouette. shes just super cute and easy to pick up.

ingrid is tall and very strong due to her strong work ethic and dedication to training, shes not super ripped because shes usually going to be on a horse or pegasus, but she could knock you down in combat easily. really strong arms.

golden deer:

i can definitely see claude having a bit of pudge in places or being a bit of a hunky bear... or a bearish hunk. no matter what hes very hot. 

hilda is STRONG and has beefy arms but she hides them beneath her sleeves because she wants to look delicate and fragile. even though shes short, do not underestimate this womans muscles. also i think she has the biggest boobs in the game? just an observation that i think is really neat. hilda’s hot.

lorenz is a tall skinny twinkish hunk. but i think most of his chest is attributed to armor he wears to make it seem like hes bigger than he is. 

raphael is the DEFINITION of a bear and a himbo, i dont really need to go over this one, raphael is perfect.

ignatz starts off really twinkish but after the timeskip hes really put in an effort to get stronger, and it shows. he’s got a pretty average body i feel, but its a lot stronger and meatier than he was pre timeskip. and he grew!

leonie is strong, but shes VERY beautiful and people dont really take the time to appreciate how pretty her face and body are. shes a little scarred up from mercenary work but shes got a great build, big boobs, nice thighs that shes showin off, and i love her and you should too. 

marianne is slender, she definitely hides a lot of her body behind her clothes so we don’t really get a look at it, but she’s definitely scared and has bad posture pre timeskip, and has more confidence so she lifts her chin up post timeskip. she’s also pretty average and i dont think much is remarkable about her body. you’d think she’d have a small chest but i think in game her boobs are pretty big? kind of ghastly in general.

lysithea, like edelgard, is scarred up from the experimentation done on her, but unlike edelgard, whose scars i think are more clean and precise from all the time their captors had time to practice and perfect their techniques, lysitheas are from before edelgard’s, so theyre a lot more.. imprecise? experimental? they’re not very pretty and they’re everywhere. but lysithea has always been pretty small, even though she grows a bit post timeskip, shes got a weak, delicate body because shes a glass canon mage and because of her failing health. small chest size, she just looks a little... unwell in general.

i dont really feel the need to go over the church of seiros, but let me know if i should anyway or if you have any of your own headcanons different from mine!!! i’d love to hear any suggestions. :3 thanks so much for asking!!

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For anyone interested here's my math AKA i picked a height for Maka and both used and ignored the 8-9in head rule and my guess at their adult heights

R.I.P. Maka and Black Star who are forever fated to be shorter than their partners

Maka is 13 in the show so shes almost done growing which would make her about 5'3 as a adult

Black Star has done intensive exercise and conditioning at a young at (pre-13yr) and as a orphan was likely not shown as much affection as the normal child. Although Tsubaki's personality probably picked up the affection-growth deficit i feel his exercising still effected his growth plates, so i have him around 5'7.5 as a adult (unfortunately he never surpasses Tsubaki but she probably appreciates it)

Soul was also hinted to have not have gotten the most affection as a child, but i feel that Maka's affection along with his friends' paired with at least 2 more years of growing ahead of him could get him to a max of 5'10 (7in is a lot but ive seen it happen)

Patty is 15ish in the show, meaning shes done growing at 5'2.5 (5'3.5 in her heels)

Heres where im worried people will wanna fight me lol. Where i live everybody is about 3in taller than the average and in middle school all my girl friends were 6'0 and i had two male teachers at 6'5 and 6'7 so yes these heights are completely feasible:

Lord Death is clearly the tallest character and also immortal, so Kid has the potential for a lot of height and a lot of time to reach it. I felt 6'5 was okay because 6'2 seemed too short and Grim Reapers arent actually human

Liz and Tsubaki are both taller than other students but shorter than teachers (ex. Stein feels like he's 6'2-6'3) and they are both in their late teens so they've stoped growing. Liz is 5'8 (5'9 in heels) and Tsubaki is 5'9

When you wanna know about how tall a character is but instead of watching the show you aggressively google image and still end up with iffy photos

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“I'm going to come in if you don't answer in five seconds.” (Part 1)

 Genre: Slight Angst Warning: Emotional af (to me anyway) Pairing: Kim Jongdae, Kim Minseok Word Count: 3,779 Summary:

Minseok is going through one of the worst times in his life, not only has he been abandoned but he feels betrayed. Jongdae has always been faithfully by Minseok's side, and he'll stay by his side through this too. But what happens when Jongdae realizes he has feelings for his best friend who may be in love with someone else?

|Major Characters: Minseok, Jongdae. All others are minor.|

"It's 7:30 p.m. He still hasn't come out, he has to eat something." The words came out a bit more whiny than intended but that's what happened when Jongdae was on edge. He crossed his legs over one another, an expression of dismay plastered onto his normally bright and cheerful features. Jongdae was staring across their kitchen table at Junmyeon, his fingers tapping impatiently on the table.

"What do you want me to do force him to come out? You know how well that will go, besides Chanyeol said last time he walked past he still heard crying in there." Junmyeon pressed two of his fingers against the top of the bridge of his nose, smoothing them out slowly. There was a lot going on right now and Junmyeon was trying his best to take care of himself and everyone else. "Maybe it's best to let him be right now."

A loud drawn out sigh fell from the mouth of the vocalist after taking a moment to process Junmyeon's words. "Hyung it's been hours, I think that's long enough. We don't have to make him come out, but at least let me go in there." There was an inflection on the word hours when Jongdae said it that hinted to the torture it was to even have to say it had been that long. Jongdae had wanted to go to him the second he found out, but he had been told by all of the other members and manager to stay away for awhile.

Junmyeon pulled his eyes away from the spot he was staring at on the wall, resting his forehead onto his hand. "Fine, but if he tells you to leave you have to come back out we don't need to put any extra discomfort on him." He knew this could end remarkably bad but admittedly he had the same concerns for their other member that Jongdae was having. He slid one of his hands across the table, the back of his thumb now stroking Jongdae's fingers. "Thank you for caring so much about him even though you're just as devastated about this, Chen."

When Jongdae felt Junmyeon's finger stroke against his skin the contact was one of the most reassuring things he had ever felt. Jongdae nodded in response to Junmyeon's request, the leader's last words almost causing him to choke up. Just as Jongdae was about to say something to Junmyeon, Chanyeol walked into the room carrying Baekhyun whose arms were around the tall rappers neck. Jongdae noticed that Sehun was trailing right behind them silently, tears cascading down his cheeks.

"We were talking on the back porch when he finally stopped crying and as soon as he did he passed out." Chanyeol looked from Junmyeon to Jongdae, adjusting his grip on Baekhyun in his arms. He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to Baekhyun's hair feeling Sehun grab the back of his shirt. "I'm going to take him to bed. Can one of you tell D.O & Kai that he'll be sleeping with me tonight and that Sehun will probably be in there too?" The tallest member let out a soft sigh, his cheeks almost as red as his eyes.

Immediately after seeing Sehun, Junmyeon stood up, stepping over to the maknae and pulling him into his arms holding the smaller male to his chest. One of his hands moving up so that he could gently run his slender fingers through Sehun's hair. When Junmyeon finally took a moment to speak up he said, "Yeah I'll let D.O. & Kai know, I don't know if they'll be back until late. They wanted sometime to go clear their heads, I think they went out to the countryside. Jongdae is going to check on one of the others now."

Junmyeon took a moment to stare down at Sehun fighting back his own tears as the youngest continued to cry, "I'm going to go check on the other two then jump in the shower but if anyone needs me the door will be unlocked. Chanyeol, when I get out I'm going to come back to your room. Take care of him." After a few more moments Junmyeon finally let go of Sehun, disappearing down the hallway.

As Jongdae got up to leave he walked over to Chanyeol, gently and soothingly running his hands along Baekhyun's back before reaching one hand out to touch Sehun's cheek. He then gave Chanyeol a small smile and said in a quiet voice as to not wake Baekhyun, "It's going to be fine guys, we'll get through this together." Jongdae left the three boys in the kitchen, taking in a deep breath before begining his walk down the lengthy hallway.

Once Jongdae was about halfway down he could hear a soft sweet melody beginning to grow louder with each step he took. As the music began to grow more audible, filling his ears he could feel the emotions of the song a small sigh escaping him. He stood in front of the door he needed to knock on and he could now patently hear Im Sejun's voice,

"Don’t go today, just don’t go today. Today, stand next to me, so I can’t forget you. Don’t go today, please don’t leave. Today, try to be next to me."

Jongdae just stood there staring at the door in front of him, unsure of what had him frozen to the spot. Im Sejun's voice was doing an almost perfect job of drowning out the crying, because he could just barely hear a quiet sobbing from behind the door. He allowed his eyes to fall closed, bracing one his hands on the door frame as he listened to the song. Each lyric felt as though it were piercing right through his heart, but was it because of everything that had happend or was it because of something else entirely? A single tear rolled down Jongdae's cheek as he choked on a sob that almost came out.

Jongdae was usually able to hold his emotions in pretty well but seeing the other members like this was really affecting him. He shook his head to get the thoughts out, composing himself before raising one of his fists and knocking lightly on the door. Jongdae heard the song start over again and he waited but there was no response to his knocking. The only sounds coming from the room were the music flowing from the speakers and a now barely audible sobbing. "I'm going to come in if you don't answer in five seconds." He counted along in his head to the beats of the song, once the time was up he slid the door open.

The room was dimly illuminated by a singular candle that rested on the desk in the corner of the room. Jongdae stepped into the room slowly, silently shutting the door behind him. When his eyes finally adjusted to the lighting he looked over at the bed the sight before him breaking his heart even more. The occupant of the bed was curled into a ball with his face towards the wall, his arms wrapped around his own body. He slowly walked over to the bed feeling his chest getting tighter as he continued to fight back tears. "You haven't eaten all day, you should eat something." Jongdae perched himself down on the edge of the bed lightly, for the moment keeping his hands to himself. Jongdae almost used the other member's nickname, stopping himself after realizing that may be too painful

When he felt Jongdae sit down on the bed Minseok knew he wasn't going to be able to get rid of him easily, so he forced himself to sit up in the bed. He brought his hands which were hidden inside the sleeves of a sweatshirt up and wiped his face then let out a small sniffle. Minseok let out a long breath and then in a quiet raspy voice he said, "I'm fine Chenny Chenny, really nothing to worry about." His lie would have been a little bit more convincing if there were not tears still streaming from his eyes. Minseok wiped his face a few more times his dark eyes lifting up and looking at Jongdae's, "You shouldn't have to see me like this."

As Jongdae watched Minseok using his sweater paws, as they were called, to wipe his face he made a disapproving sound. He grabbed a box of tissues from Minseok's night stand then carefully began to wipe the older member's eyes and face. "I have been waiting for you to come out all day... Do you know how worried I've been? Manager and Suho hyung told me I couldn't come back here because I needed to give you time. The others agreed with them too, so I just sat and waited." Jongdae pushed out his bottom lip just the slightest bit, at the memory of the events he had to deal with throughout the day. Once Jongdae finished cleaning up the older member's face the song started over, at a loss for words when he saw that Minseok had brought his knees to his chest and started crying again.

Minseok may be the most "aegyo" member of the group but letting people see you being cute and allowing people to see your vulnerability were two very different things. That's why he had kept himself locked away because everytime he had thought he could hide it the fact that Luhan was really gone hit him like a ton of rocks. He lifted his eyes to study Jongdae's face, watching the younger member through his tears. "I'm sorry, I just couldn't be around anyone. I hope you understand." Minseok was blown away by how much Jongdae cared for him, it was something he honestly did not believe he would ever get used to. Other than Luhan, Jongdae had always been the member he was the closest to and he immediately felt bad for making the younger vocalist worry. In an order to divert some of the attention away from himself Minseok wiped his face with the tissues Jongdae had grabbed and in a soft almost hoarse voice asked, "How's everyone else taking it?"

Jongdae turned himself to sit on the mattress so that he was now facing Minseok, once again taking a tissue from the box and tending to the older member's face. "Don't appologize to me, I understand." He wanted to press the issue of Minseok eating further but as of right now Jongdae was just happy he was talking to him. "Sehun and Baekhyun are having a really hard time, Baekhyun cried so much that he passed out and I don't think Sehun has stopped crying. Chanyeol's currently taking care of them both." Jongdae nodded his head as he spoke, inhaling slowly before speaking again "Kai and D.O. went out together to have some time to think. Suho is trying to hold everything together as usual. Tao and Yixing haven't come out of Yixing & I's room since after lunch."

Just as Jongdae had leaned back from throwing some of the tissues away he saw another tear rolling down Minseok's full cheeks; without a thought Jongdae reached over and wiped it away with his thumb. All the members knew that Minseok didn't like having his face touched so they hardly ever did so. The feeling of Minseok's soft skin under his thumb caused the younger vocalist to swallow thickly,"S-sorry hyung." The only thing Jongdae wanted to do was hug Minseok but he knew that may upset him so he was keeping himself at an acceptable distance. "Is this really the best song to be listening to right now?" Jongdae asked in an innocent tone, seeing very obviously how much the song was affecting Minseok.

Minseok's eyes widdened when he felt Jongdae's skin come in contact with his tear stained cheeks. The older singer found that he didn't mind it nearly as much as he thought it did, or maybe it was that today was causing him to crave some kind of human contact. . "You don't have to be sorry, I don't mind dae." Jongdae's next question caused Minseok to hang his head down, a long sigh escaping his mouth. Minseok gave the younger boy a weak smile, "Probably not, but I can't help myself." Minseok lightly shrugged his shoulders, his eyes still brimming with tears as he stared down at his phone beside him. He didn't know what he was hoping for, quite frankly Minseok didn't know anything anymore. Luhan hadn't even told Minseok that he had been actually been thinking about leaving so not only did he feel betrayed but he had to learn how to be without the one person, other than Jongdae, that he did almost everything with.

Jongdae leaned over Minseok, grabbing the older singer's phone and pressing pause on the music. He knew that Minseok might get mad about what he had done but he didn't think Minseok should be doing things that make him even more upset. Jongdae's tongue slid over his lips as he looked at Minseok, reaching once more and wiping the singer's face off with his hand. As he stared at the wall he ran his free hand through his own hair and said to Minseok, "I'm sorry this happened, it hurts me too but I can't imagine how it feels for you and Sehun. " There was a long silence after Jondae spoke, one of his hands was now resting on one of Minseok's shoulders. Finally in a voice that was so quiet it was almost a whisper Jongdae added, "Please don't shut me out because of it."

The closeness of Jongdae to Minseok caused the older singer's breath to stop, his eyes focused on nothing but the younger member. Minseok was going to say something about Jongdae pausing his music but he reazlied that the young singer was just doing what he thought was best. He found the way that Jongdae cared for him more endearing than he could put into words, the silence wasn't as bad as he had expected it definitely pulled more of his focus to Jongdae. Minseok's eyes closing for just a moment as Jongdae's lithe fingers touched his face again. He reached out as if he were going to touch Jongdae's face, stopping when the young singer started to speak. Having been moved by Jongdae's words, Minseok finally reached forward to actually touch Jongdae's cheek. "How could I ever shut my Chenny Chenny out?" Another weak smile curled the corners of his mouth, patting Jongdae's cheek softly.

Jongdae was happy that if even for that moment Minseok had been able to stop crying. Silence between the two was usually unheard of, however this was a welcome silence there was something calming about it. As he saw Minseok's hand reaching out for him, his tongue slid over his lower lip out of nerves. Once Minseok's palm came in contact with Jongdae's face the younger member let out a breath he had been holding in. Jongdae couldn't help the cute expression that overtook his face when Minseok called him Chenny Chenny. Minseok's smile caused Jongdae to feel accomplished even though it was a minuscule amount. He leaned into Minseok's touch, quietly saying "I like it a lot better when you're smiling." Jongdae suddenly got an idea and he excitedly looked up into Minseok's eyes, "Scoot forward where you're sitting hyung!" Jongdae got up from the bed, standing beside it and looking down at Minseok.

The expression on Jongdae's face caused Minseok's smile to become a little bit stonger. He raised his hands up to wipe his eyes once more, inhaling deeply as he tried to stop more tears from brimming over. Minseok slowly took his hand away from Jongdae's face tilting his head at the request but sliding his body forward away from his pillows. Knowing Jondae there was no telling what idea he had just had, and Minseok was too tired to fight it anyway. He could feel his body shaking as he sat there, knowing it was a combination of weakness and the overwhelming amount of emotions he was experiencing.

When Minseok moved forward and got situated Jongdae got back onto the bed, settling in right behind him with his legs on either side of the smaller member. Without a word Jongdae slid his arms around Minseok's middle, holding the older singer tight to him. Jongdae leaned in and rested his head on Minseok's shoulder, inhaling for a moment before saying, "Now how does miso & kimchi soup, beef, & steamed buns from that take out place we like sound for dinner?" Jongdae had already pulled on of his hands from around Minseok, now slowly stroking it along the singer's back. He was anticipating Minseok to tell him that he could go ahead and order the food for the two of them. Jongdae himself had not eaten since breakfast because he had been so worried about the other members.

Admittedly Minseok was a little shocked when Jongdae got behind him in his bed not that it bothered him it was just such an odd request at the time. The moment Jongdae's arms wrapped around Minseok's waist he collapsed back against the young singer and started to cry. Of course this would happen right when Minseok had thought he was finally done crying about it for the day, and could finally hold himself together. There was something about being held onto like that that caused him to become relaxed which in turn meant Minseok stopped holding inside. Minseok brought his palms up to his face, cupping it as he begin to sob uncontrollably. The older singer felt Jongdae's grip on his body become tighter and somehow it caused him to be able to breathe easier. Through the river of tears streaming from his eyes Minseok quietly said, "T-that sounds fine, d-dae." Minseok couldn't help but curse himself, he didn't like for the other members to see his weaknesses like this. His thoughts traveled back to the same place still trying to figure out why Luhan would do this without so much as a word to him.

Jongdae's hands lightly stroked Minseok's stomach in an attempt to comfort him after Minseok had collapsed back against him. He held Minseok close to his body, knowing it was better if the singer got all of this out now and not when he was along. Jongdae knew it wasn't right to feel the way he was but he found himself so angry at Luhan. He knew that Luhan had his own life and his own struggle but seeing the other members in the state they were, especially Minseok, was one of the worst things Jongdae had ever had to experience. "It's going to be okay, baozi, I promise I'm going to make it okay." His voice was so faint when he spoke that you almost couldn't here the way it broke as Jongdae choked back a sob.

Jongdae was accustomed to always having a carefree and playful time that having to deal with serious issues was immensely hard on him. As he looked down at Minseok the realization came crashing over him that there was not a thing in this world he wouldn't do for the older singer. One of his hands kept a tight hold on Minseok while the other grabbed his phone, sending a text to Junmyeon telling him where his wallet was and what he needed him to order he also added that the leader order food for the other members on his card as well. The vocalist then set his phone a side, the hand that was holding now moving to gently stroke through Minseok's hair. "Hyung is going to take the other boy's orders and then he'll call it in." His voice was velvet as he spoke, for some reason at this moment in time words felt so foreign to him.

Minseok started to cry harder when Jongdae comforted him, because he was blown away by the fact that they were all suffering but Jongdae was being so selfless. As he heard Jongdae fighting back crying himself the older singer could feel a part of his heart breaking. The use of his nick name stuck with Minseok, leaving him with a string of mixed emotions. The way Jongdae's hands tenderly touched him caused his heart to flutter even thought he had no idea why that would be. Minseok reached up and wiped his face once more right before Jongdae's fingers began to run through his hair. He allowed his eyes to fall shut, focusing only on the feeling of Jongdae's fingers flowing through his locks. He nodded his head when Jongdae told him that Junmyeon was going to be ordering the food soon. Minseok found that it was easier to breathe when he was focused like this, managing to compose himself once again. "I'm sorry I keep crying Chenny Chenny." He reached and took Jongdae's hand that was on his stomach and interlocked their fingers, holding onto Jongdae as if he were the last thing Minseok would ever be able to touch.

[edge-lorde]

neanderthal height

@chin-chocula​: Neanderthal’s are pronounced NEANDER-TALL’s but how tall are they?

well im glad u asked, stranger. google has told me many times over the years that the average height of neandertal females found was around 5′0 to 5′1, while males was 5′4 - 5′5.

however, brook has had a considerably more cushy life than the average classic neanderthal and so shes a bit taller than both of those estimates. comparison:

way back when, i read an article that said the tallest neanderthal they could get a height off of was 5′8, so naturally i made her 5′9. that wavered a little bit over time, i guess now ill settle on 5′8 and half.

problem is i have no idea how height works. case in point:

(character names in order from left to right: gondola, brook, duffy)

when i imagine a 5′0 tall person i imagine a baby infant man. i have no idea if this is how these heights would actually stack up in real life. gondola was originally 6′4. brooks tall but shes not that tall.

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