#stop with the write an essay and erase bs

[petrichoraline]

so we did have a sneezing situation in mlmu after all 😙 @cankersoregirl

[devilbeez]

I might regret asking this but

what is your thought on Snow White live action so far?

Like don’t give me “it’s gonna be bad” or “I think we could give it a chance” nononono I wanna hear a full on writing essay if possible. I am genuinely curious about this. I wanna know your thought on the casting both from mindset of the cast and from the physical appearance. I wanna know your thought on the outfit. I wanna know your maybe controversial opinion about race washing that this casting and movie lead to. I wanna know what you would’ve done differently, what story you would’ve prefer for a modernize Snow White or do you not want Snow White to be touch at all?

I am genuinely curious what everyone’s opinion is because I certainly have a few and as long as We’re respectful of other and have a civil discussion and debate I think this would be a fun and educational thing. We can see something from others pov and maybe apply that in our own work for the future in case there people out there like me who just— sometimes write story out of pure spite

Here I’ll go first:

1. In term of casts physical appearance there’s 2 point here

1.1. The dwarfs. Cutting the dwarfs out because it’s “offensive” and “stereotypical” and leaving just one singular token dwarfs in is bs. Snow White is a traditional stereotype of what a woman should be in her time and that didn’t stop Disney’s grabby hands. I think this is just straight up more disrespectful especially when this would’ve been a great opportunity for little people in the acting industry. Even if the original have the dwarfs as one dimensional character— which to be fair in this time “story” isn’t being taken that much into account, just the technical advancement and giving hope to the people, in the new live action though there could’ve been— some more characteristic of the dwarfs aside from “my name is Grumpy and I’m grumpy”

1.2 The actress who play Snow White, Rachel Zegler. This is a difficult topic because I, a 19 year old Asian that had never left her country and only face minimum to none discrimination and racism in real life outside the internet discord, feel like I don’t really have a say in “Is race washing bad?” but I’m going to say this;

in my point of view “Race washing” is equally bad no matter if it’s white washing or poc washing, one just not as offensive as the other because historical contexts. However, if drawing your favorite character in your race empowered you as a poc, I am in no place to tell you to stop. As long as it doesn’t erase other existence of other minorities in media then to each their own, I’m not gonna tell you how you choose to take back the power, if you feel empowered by it then slay.

On the other hand, if you’re doing race washing to be woke for woke sake, I feel like at that point just create a new character and call it an oc. “But the representation!”, is “representation” really what you want? Because a lot of poc and I, myself would much prefer if our representation is not just our features slapping on a certain character. We can do that ourselves in gogirlsgame dress up games we don’t need the media to do it for us. Also if representation is truly what you want to show, wouldn’t creating new story and new characters be much more effective? You would get to tell a new story, to new generations of people, that’s what Disney is doing with Snow White anyway so why not just— create a new princess? Obviously for cash but let me ask rhetorical questions

2. In term of mindset everyone is shit here. I’m sure these actors and writers excel in other movies and work they were a part of, which is a really unfortunate thing that they did not get the messages of Snow White and feel the need to be a “feminist”

which by the way, this is not feminist. This is the same fight back of social norm as “I’m not like other girls”. It’s the mindset that shame women who actually do like to be traditional, who like cooking and cleaning which honestly if you do, please give me tips like how tf and to say that these things are not “feminist” ideal because it “give in to traditional stereotypes” is just not correct. Feminism is a movement to make women equal to men. That mean men can like pink and cooking and be a god damn princess without being call gay if he wish, and women can work mechanic, and choose to not have a child OR VICE VERSA. We often forget that being a feminist also mean woman can like traditionally feminine things and men can like traditionally masculine things, and I think what happened here is when we started feminism movement and women empowering we associate that with everything that isn’t “traditionally feminine”, so much so that any woman who actually like those things, are belittled and get accused of “not doing enough for the movement” or “making patriarchy worse” when it’s not true. No one should be shame for doing what they enjoyed, that’s the real essence of feminism, not some snarky person saying that “it’s 21st century, get with the time and stop enjoying those things. It’s a bad example for the next generation”

3. The message they intended. Oh boy— from what we know the live action story of her would be some type of coming of age where Snow White is learning to be the leader her dad knew she could be. I would’ve have no problem with this if the story isn’t about Snow White. The message of Snow White was literally don’t trust stranger, simple kid’s lesson as that. But if we want to dig deeper, it’s a message about how kindness would take you over vanity, it a message telling people to be kind to one another like Snow White. So if we change that part of her, changing the essence of the kind, gentle and sweet Snow White, it will no longer be Snow White. Hell we could’ve have a movie about kindness where it show that being kind does not mean that you’re weak, that would’ve been a modern day Snow White, that would teach people what we need to understand, especially with the false sense of feminism we’re having right now.

4. What I would’ve done differently I would honestly just create a new story tbh. Like— the reason Alice in wonderland and Maleficent live action worked is because the movie is not— a copy and paste of the original and it’s not a weak attempt to “add on” to the story like an author tweeting that a character is queer. It’s a new story with the original movies as prompts. If anything those movies are good “what if” fanfictions with budget. It work because it bring something new to the table that completely detached from the original storyline. People go to watch them for the source material THEN bring new fans in because of its story. Honestly, if we want a “girlboss” story, the evil queen is right there and if we wanted a Snow White story, a post canon what if is there for the taking. What happens to Snow White after happily ever after? What if Snow White try to understand the Queen but still get manipulated into eating the apple? What if the prince is Snow White childhood friend? There are countless possibilities from a simp,e prompt of “Snow white” and yet we chose to recreate something that already existed.

Summary of it all, I think Disney gonna crash and burn, tehy should’ve stick with animation and fantasy, and who else wanna rewrite stories out of spite with me—

[bobohu4eva]

Pink Lace - Chapter 3

Characters: Baekhyun x Reader

Genre: College AU, stripper AU, fluff, smut, slow burn

Summary: Baekhyun, a philosophy professor with mysterious wealth, got himself completely fucked over a girl who can’t let him into her life.

Word count: 5k

Warnings: mentions of sexual assault, sex work, adult themes/situations, eventual smut

Tag List: @smolbeanmika @leave-me-in-the-summertime @totallynerdstuff @bbhmystar @nana-banan @kimyhappy @thegreatandi @geniusloey   @deligxt @baekwifey @rockerbbhyun @lovebuginlove @bellamendoza

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Class on Friday was less terrifying. You arrived earlier than you had Wednesday, and sat with Lucas as you’d promised. 

You told yourself that Baekhyun was just another one of your professors, and you needed to get your head on straight and pay attention, especially since the class was already more challenging than you’d thought. You were starting to get worried that you’d embarrass yourself by doing poorly, and you definitely didn’t want Baekhyun to think you were stupid. You knew you weren’t, but you also knew that this class wasn’t your strength. 

You noticed Baekhyun walk in and take a seat at his desk. He looked happy to see you back in his class, and this time without you trying to avoid him. You gave him a shy smile, still feeling fairly awkward around him. 

“So that party’s tonight, any chance I can still convince you to come?” You heard Lucas say next to you, flashing you a smile.

“I told you I’m not really a fan of parties, sorry.” You responded, avoiding his eyes and fidgeting with the things on your desk.

You were acutely aware of Baekhyun listening to your conversation from his desk a few feet away.

“Aw come on, even if I’m there? I promise it’ll be fun.”

Baekhyun was listening. And he felt his face harden and fists clench at the boy’s pushiness.

“I have homework, I don’t have time to go out.” You looked at him now, trying to get the point across. You just really didn’t want to go.

“But it’s the first party of the year! I promise you won’t regret it.” He continued anyway, now grabbing your hand. Baekhyun narrowed his eyes. 

Panicking slightly, you blurted out “I can’t anyway, I have work” as you pulled your hand away from his.

Baekhyun cocked up an eyebrow, wondering what’ll happen next.

“Work? Where at?”

“I’m a waitress, at a bar across town, you wouldn’t know about it.” You stammered, building on your lie.

Baekhyun quietly chuckled to himself, now obviously amused. Especially when he knew what your real job was.

“But what if you got someone to-”

“She said she didn’t wanna go, so drop it.” Baekhyun suddenly interrupted, voice calm but stern. Before you and Lucas even had time to react, he was getting up from his desk and starting the lecture, and you found yourself opening your notebook.

As the class went on you understood less and less of what Baekhyun was saying. You were quickly learning that philosophy meant reading lots of things that were old as hell, and nearly impossible to understand. Your own notes weren’t even really making sense to you and you knew you’d have to go back over them later if you really wanted to understand the material. Who knew philosophy would be such a bitch of a class.

Near the end of class, Baekhyun started handing out a short pop quiz and you felt yourself getting nervous.

When he handed you yours, he mouthed “good luck” with a smile. When you read the question you cursed yourself for having been so distracted the first few days. You had no idea what the difference between moral relativism and objectivism was anymore, nor any of the other things he’d talked about. Despite taking notes, it was just too difficult for you to make sense of the things he taught with so many other things running through your mind.

Baekhyun noticed how stressed you looked as he watched you stare down at your paper. Every time you’d start to write something, you’d stop and erase it. Time was ticking by and you didn’t have much left until he’d collect everyone’s papers.

This wasn’t like you at all. Usually you could remember things easily and ace pop quizzes without a problem, but Baekhyun was too distracting. Especially when you knew he was watching you and you knew he was waiting to see what you’d write.

Eventually you started scribbling down something incredibly vague and almost definitely incorrect, but at least it was something.

Although Baekhyun could tell you were struggling with the assignment, he still found it amusing to watch you as you tried to figure it out. He lost count of how many times you brushed your hair behind your ear, only to have it fall right back in your face again. He could almost see the gears turning in your head as you mulled over the question and he couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen something so cute.

When he got up to collect everyone’s quizzes you were still frantically trying to finish your paragraph. When he got to you you were almost finished. You looked up at him, silently begging for more time, and he gave you a soft smile. He went to take the papers from the rest of the students in your row first before eventually coming back to you. Yours was the last paper he took, and you cringed as you saw him start to read over it immediately as he made his way back to his desk, brows furrowed.

Once he’d collected the quizzes from the students they were free to go, making you the last one in the room with him again.

“Thank you.” You said. “For giving me more time. I promise I’m not stupid it’s just been hard for me to focus.” Baekhyun was glad you seemed comfortable enough to talk to him like this, and couldn’t fight the smile that was creeping onto his face. 

“I know” he looked at you with sincerity “you can go home” he looked over at the door “I’m not gonna make you stay again. I’m sorry for Monday. That was mean.” You could tell by the way he looked down at his desk after he finished speaking, he really was sorry.

You felt a small smile start to form on your lips.

“It’s okay, I shouldn’t have freaked out so bad.”

“No, I shouldn’t have talked to you like I did. You were obviously uncomfortable, it was a dick move to make you stay.”

You giggled, pleased that he could admit he acted poorly. “It’s okay, really. I was just in shock.”

“Well it won’t happen again.” He gave you a smile so full of warmth and you couldn’t help but smile back. “Don’t forget that essay is due Wednesday night.”

“I can remember a simple due date Baekhyun. I told you I’m not dumb.” You rolled your eyes, walking towards the door.

“It’s still Mr. Byun when we’re here!” He yelled after you playfully.

“Okay Baekhyun!” You yelled back, waving as you walked out the door.

Baekhyun’s face hurt from how hard he was smiling, very much pleased by how you seemed more comfortable today. He silently patted himself on the back for it, relieved that you wouldn’t be a nervous wreck every class anymore. Your answer on the quiz hadn’t been too bad either, despite how stressed you’d looked.

Hopefully, just maybe, this meant you would start opening up to him more.

~

You spent Friday night doing homework as planned, and when Saturday morning rolled around and you started getting ready for work, you started to worry about whether or not Baekhyun would show up. You both hoped he’d show up just for the money, and dreaded the awkwardness if he did. You decided to just assume he wouldn’t show and go about the night as if he didn’t matter.

You added some last touches to your makeup, opting for something natural and glowy to go with your glittery pink outfit you’d packed for the night.

“I like the outfit tonight” Dave said, winking at you as you checked in. “New shoes?”

“No. I got these a few weeks ago.”

“Come on Candy, loosen up.”

You cringed but gave him a smile anyway, not wanting to get on your manager’s bad side.

For the first time in months you were going to have to spend a Saturday night trying to talk to random guys to sell dances, something you hated. Half of them would likely waste your time anyway, the other half would give you money but you never knew what bs they’d try to pull when getting their dance.

You stood by the bar, facing into the room looking for someone who didn’t seem too bad. Eventually a group of guys around your age came in and you sat down with them.

“So what’s your name gorgeous?” One of them asked you, already slightly drunk.

“I’m Candy” you told them, asking for their names as well. They all introduced themselves and soon went back to laughing amongst themselves, until a waitress showed up.

“Shots of patron, and two for the lady” one of them ordered, and you didn’t object. In the back of your mind you were still worried about Baekhyun showing up, and drinking would easily help you forget.

You took the shots. And then two more. Your stomach felt pleasantly warm, and you kept laughing at whatever the men around you were saying, though you didn’t really listen. You could hear your words slur together when you spoke, but the comfortable haze felt nice to you and you let yourself get lost in the feeling.

Eventually they ordered a 3rd round, at which point you were thoroughly tipsy and probably shouldn’t have had any more, but with the thought of Baekhyun still in the back of your mind, and the alcohol clouding your judgement, you swallowed down the fifth and sixth shots with little thought. Although by then you weren’t counting anymore. They went down like nothing, body already numb to the sting.

You were laughing at something someone said, mind going hazy from the liquor as everything around you began to go blurry. You tried to stand up but nearly fell, having trouble standing on your heels on your own. You sat back down, closing your eyes, and the room felt like it was spinning out of control. You vaguely heard the chatter of the men around you saying something, but before you had time to process their words everything went black.

Next thing you knew, your head was on Baekhyun’s lap and he was staring down at you.

~

Baekhyun wasn’t sure if he was going to go that night. As much as he wanted to see you, he wasn’t sure you’d want to see him there again.

As the night went on he tried to distract himself, grade some papers, watch some TV, but nothing worked. No matter what he did, you were stuck in the back of his mind. He wanted, needed to see you again. As long as he paid you, you wouldn’t be too mad to see him there, and two of you could just act like it was any other Saturday night, right? 

Not wanting to think about it too much, he got his shoes on, grabbed his wallet, and walked out the door.

When he arrived, he didn’t see you at the bar where you usually stood and waited for him. Upon looking around the main room of the club, he didn’t see you either, and his heart rate started to go up. What if you were stuck in a VIP room with some creep who was making you uncomfortable?

Baekhyun started to wander around the room to look for you. He checked every booth and could see every table, you had to be upstairs in a room. He hated to admit it to himself but even just the thought of you being up there with someone who wasn’t terrible bothered him. Thinking about you grinding on strangers at all made his stomach churn.

To calm his nerves he stood by the bar and ordered himself a drink, and not even a minute went by before there was a girl standing in front of him.

“Hey handsome, what are you doing here? You’re awful cute to be in a place like this.”

She started to touch Baekhyun’s arm and he slapped her hand away, turning around and gulping down his drink.

The girl frowned, but persisted anyway.

“So why are you here? Looking for some fun?”

“I’m looking for my friend.” He replied, eyes still scanning the room, ignoring her.

“I’m sure I can show you a good time too you know..” she stepped closer, blocking his view of the rest of the room.

Baekhyun dug in his pocket and pulled out a 50, holding it up with an annoyed look on his face.

“It’s yours if you leave.”

She took the bill, scoffing and turning around to walk away. Baekhyun faced his back towards the room and kept his eyes on the stairs, waiting for you to come down.

10 minutes went by, and then 10 more. Baekhyun couldn’t help but get more and more nervous. He knew it was pretty rare for people to spend that much time up there. He ordered himself another drink and started getting fidgety, trying to distract himself from worrying too much. 

A few more girls came up to him, but he quickly sent each one of them away.

After about 15 more minutes you finally appeared, and Baekhyun’s worst fears were realized when he saw you nearly unconscious, basically being carried down the stairs by 2 men. Immediately his mouth went dry and he felt his stomach do a flip.

You had your arm around one of the men’s shoulders, and the other had his hand on your lower back as you clumsily made your way down, nearly falling several times. You hadn’t even put your top back on, probably too wasted to notice it was missing anyway. The two men sat you down in an empty chair near the bottom of the stairs and went back to their group across the room with disgustingly smug looks on their faces. Baekhyun would’ve loved to walk right up to them and deck each of them in the face, but the last thing he needed now was to get himself kicked out while you were alone, completely incoherent, and surrounded by strange men. He cursed himself for not being able to do anything about them, but you were more important now.

He quickly made his way over to you, crouching down in front of you and grabbing your hand between his as he desperately tried to get a response from you.

“Hey, it’s me, say something.”

You could only mumble something incoherent.

“Can you open your eyes and look at me?”

You just shook your head slightly, brows furrowed.

“Fuck” Baekhyun whispered. He saw other people beginning to give him weird looks, and decided to take you to a room upstairs. “Come on, let’s get you out of here.” He slung your arm around his shoulder and kept a firm grip on your waist as he got you to stand up. 

He helped your mostly limp body up the stairs, and into the room. He let go of you for a second, and immediately you fell onto the couch, hitting your head on the wall in the process. He flinched, hearing the impact.

“Shit” he heard you say and saw you rub your head where it made contact with the wall.

“Sorry.” He knew you couldn’t process his words in your drunken state, but he said it anyway.

He handed you your bra, which had been dangling off one of your arms when you came down the stairs and he helped you get it back on. He helped you out of your shoes as well and laid you down on the couch. He sat down and you put your head in his lap, curling up against him and quickly passing back out. He gently rubbed the bump on your head, and heard you hum at the feeling. He looked around to see your money bag discarded on the floor and when he picked it up to set it on the small table in the corner he noticed it was empty. Those creeps had stolen your money and left you without paying.

Baekhyun looked at his watch and took his wallet out of his pocket. 10:04pm.

He stuffed $800 dollars in your bag, and looked down at you asleep in his lap as he stroked your hair.

The whole time you slept Baekhyun couldn’t help but run his fingers along the lines of your jaw, lips, and brows. Although he hated that those guys had gotten you like this, now, peacefully asleep in his lap, he thought you were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. He ran his thumb across your cheek and noticed your eye twitch, and then open. As you looked up at him, he knew you were still too far gone to understand what was happening.

“What’sgoingon” you slurred, rubbing your eyes and sitting up.

“Some guys got you way too drunk, and then you hit your head.”

“Ohhhh” you sighed absentmindedly, not really having heard or understood what Baekhyun said.

“Come here, you’re still drunk.”

You seemed to listen, laying your head back in his lap and dozing off again. Another hour went by and he looked at his watch. It was after midnight, so he put another stack of cash in your bag. The movement seemed to be enough to wake you up this time, and when you opened your eyes you were a bit more aware of your surroundings. You shifted to lay on your back, looking directly up at him.

“Baekhyun” you groaned, still fairly drunk “why are you here?”

“I’m here every Saturday night.” He replied simply, smiling down at you in his lap. Gently he moved a strand of hair out of your face, and you felt yourself go red. Although you were now sober enough to know something was very wrong, with the way he looked at you in that moment, with so much warmth and admiration, you couldn’t help but feel warm and fuzzy inside.

You closed your eyes again and smiled, enjoying the feeling of Baekhyun caressing your cheek with the back of his hand in your drunken haze. No matter what shit had gone down earlier in the night, and why you were here with your head in his lap, this felt like bliss. You could’ve stayed like that for hours, just enjoying his gentle hands admiring your face.

“What time is it?” You asked lazily.

“12:15.”

“Fuck.” Your head snapped up and you sat next to Baekhyun, immediately feeling dizzy due to your intoxication. Head pounding, you rubbed your temples to try to relive some of the pain. “It’s that late? You never stay this late.”

“You’ve been sleeping for a while now.”

“Huh?”

“How are you feeling?

“Kind of drunk... and my head hurts. But what happened?” You slurred your words slightly, alcohol still apparent in your system.

He looked at you with sorry eyes. “Well, some assholes got you fucked up out of your mind. After I got here they came down the stairs and basically just dumped you into an empty chair and left, so I took you up here to sleep it off. You hit your head too, so be careful.” He rubbed the lump on the side of your head again, making you groan.

The terrified look on your face told him all he needed to know. He was about to see you cry for the first time, and he felt his heart drop.

“W-what? They took me upstairs?” A tear escaped, and more followed. “Who?”

“I don’t know. Some younger guys. I’d have beat the shit out of them if it wouldn’t get me kicked out.” You sensed the anger in his voice as he spoke. “Your bag was empty too by the way.”

Slowly you started piecing things together in your head, stomach churning with disgust and now fully crying.

“W-what, h-how did I-”

“No. This wasn’t your fault.” He interrupted, afraid this would happen. Afraid you would blame yourself. “They were assholes. They knew what they were doing.”

In reality, Baekhyun blamed himself. He knew you’d probably been nervous about whether or not he would show up. He should’ve been there earlier. But all that mattered now is that you were okay. At least physically.

As you sat next to him, head in your hands crying, he felt helpless. All he wanted to do was hold you tight and tell you all the things he was too scared to say out loud. But all he could manage was a comforting hand on your shoulder.

Your sobs got more intense and he was caught off guard when you threw your arms around him, head buried into his chest as you kept quietly crying. Reluctantly, his arms found their way around you as well, holding you as you shook in his arms.

“Hey hey, it’s okay, I’m here, you’re okay now. I’m not gonna let anything happen to you.” He said softly, rubbing soothing circles onto your back.

“Thank you” you choked out between sobs. Embarrassed, but still too drunk to stop yourself, you held on to Baekhyun tighter and tighter. You hated to admit it but you already felt much better with his arms wrapped around you. The gentle feeling of his chest rising and falling against yours, compared to your erratic breaths, felt like heaven. “Thank you, l-I’m sorry.” 

“Shhh” he said, stroking your hair. “You don’t need to apologize.”

“B-but you stayed here with m-me the whole time.” You sobbed.

“That’s okay, I came here to spend time with you didn’t I?”

“Why are you like this? W-why me?” You asked, leaning back to look at him.

Baekhyun sighed.

You’d avoided the question when you were sober for a reason. You knew Baekhyun liked you too much, more than he should, and you didn’t need to know the details. It would only make you feel more guilty later. But now, with alcohol to give you courage you didn’t hold back.

“You know how much I like you.” He responds quietly, giving you a soft smile. “It’s stupid, I know.”

Another tear fell, and Baekhyun was quick to wipe it away. Even with makeup running down your face he looked at you with a tenderness that made it difficult to feel anything but a comforting warmth.

You stared at him, trying to find some form of deceit in his eyes, some hint that he was just messing with you, but all you saw was his admiration and care for you.

Another sob rolled through you and you wrapped your arms back around him. He held you like that for a while, and slowly the tears lessened and you calmed down a bit.

You pulled away from him and looked around the room, realizing where you were and thought to yourself how silly it all was. You were in a dance room, just sleeping on the couch all night as Baekhyun stayed and made sure you were alright. Every other time you’d been in here with him, your ass was on his lap grinding on him.

“Do you want a dance or anything?”

Baekhyun just laughed, “Don’t worry about me, I’m just as happy doing this. As long as I get to spend time with you.”

“Okay.” You said, but you made yourself comfortable on his lap anyway, legs stretched across the couch. You wrapped your arms around him again, and rested your head on his shoulder. He put an arm around your waist and you just sat like that for a while, enjoying each other’s embrace.

He hadn’t been lying, he’d take this over a lap dance any day. To have your arms around him like this, not because he paid you, but because you wanted to, for him nothing could beat that. The skin of your waist felt so soft beneath his palms, he thought he must be dreaming.

The sober part of you wanted to scream at you to get up. But when Baekhyun’s hands felt so warm and comforting on you, the drunken haze took over and you just basked in the feeling. In the back of your mind you knew you’d regret tonight’s events later, but now it felt too good to ignore. With your head resting on his shoulder and the sound of his heartbeat in your ear, you just felt right. Like this was where you were supposed to be. 

“Do you want me to take you home soon? I don’t think you should be driving yourself tonight.” Baekhyun asked, and your lips pulled into a pout. 

“Can we stay like this a little longer.” You lifted your head to look at him, and when you made eye contact, Baekhyun couldn’t help but grin. 

“Of course sweetheart, if that’s what you want.” 

Your heart skipped a beat at the pet name. That was the first time Baekhyun had called you anything like that before. He usually just called you by your name (or in the past, your stripper name). You didn’t mind, but you couldn’t help but find the word heart fluttering nonetheless. You laid your head back on his shoulder, and watched as he slowly ran his hand up and down your thigh. 

“You have such pretty hands.” You told him, reaching for the hand on your thigh. He didn’t respond, only laced his hands into yours, rubbing the back with his thumb. You kept silencing the voice in the back of your mind that was screaming at you to get up, to push Baekhyun away. But when his presence was this sweet and comforting you just couldn’t bring yourself to do so. 

“Everything about you is pretty.” Your face burned red at his words. “So, so beautiful.”  

“You’re pretty cute too.” The alcohol did a good job of bringing the words out of you that you’d usually know better than to say out loud. 

Much to your dismay, Baekhyun moved you off his lap and got up, putting his hand out for you to stand up as well. 

“Let’s get you back home, it’s late and you’re still drunk.” At first you pouted again, but you eventually agreed. You grabbed his hand and got your shoes back on, following him back down the stairs. Your manager saw and gave you a strange look, but you ignored it. You went back to the dressing room to change and met Baekhyun again in the parking lot. Being seen leaving with customers looked bad, and after being upstairs for hours with him you didn’t want to raise any more suspicions. 

 You spotted him leaning against a black Audi, and you let him open the door for you and got in. You told him your address and he pulled out of the lot. For most of the car ride home you were silent. You still felt bad that Baekhyun had come to see you just for all of this to happen, and now he was having to drive you home too since you had gotten too wasted.

“I’m sorry, for everything. You just wanted a fun couple of hours and you got stuck babysitting my drunk ass.” 

“You know I don’t mind, I’m just glad you’re safe now.” He said as he was pulling up to your place. He parked, but looked over to you before getting out. “Can I give you my number? You don’t need to use it if you don’t want to, but I just want you to have it so you can call me if you’re in trouble again.” 

You looked him in the eyes again, looking for some sort of ulterior motives, but found them filled with nothing but care and warmth. “Okay.”

He looked surprised, but you just handed him your phone and let him put in his number. 

“I don’t want you to think you have to text me or call me or anything, I just feel better knowing you can contact me if you need someone.” 

You smiled. “I know.” 

Baekhyun got out to open the door for you, and when you stepped out you found yourself wrapping your arms around him again tightly.  “Thank you. Seriously, I don’t even wanna think about what could’ve happened tonight if it weren’t for you.” 

“You don’t have to keep thanking me, it’s no big deal. You know I’m happy as long as I’m with you.” 

You didn’t want to let go. The feeling of your head resting against his broad chest and his arms around you felt too sweet, too good to be true.

He’s the one who breaks away first. You could see his eyes scan your face, spending especially long on your lips. Your face heated up as you noticed the proximity between the two of you. 

“I, um.. I should get inside. Thanks for the ride.” You said, grabbing your bag  and quickly walking to the door. Baekhyun waved you goodbye and waited until you were inside to get back in his car and drive himself home. 

You almost immediately threw yourself into bed and passed out, but Baekhyun couldn’t stop thinking about your words and actions from earlier. The way you clung onto him as you cried, how happy you seemed to be sitting on his lap cuddled up to him, how you’d called him cute. His mind raced with the possibility of you maybe, possibly, being able to like him the way he liked you. He told himself it was just the alcohol, that you would never have acted like that sober. 

But he couldn’t help hoping he was wrong. 

As the night went on he only found himself falling deeper and deeper into thought. With nothing but the darkness of his bedroom to keep him company, he felt hyper aware of the emptiness around him. 

Baekhyun hated sleeping alone already, and with the thoughts of your sweet words and actions running rampant in his mind, it felt impossible. How was he supposed to relax when you had just called him cute? The night drew on and on, but Baekhyun didn’t sleep. Not when the feeling of your hands around his body was still so fresh in his mind. 

He was so close to what he yearned for more than anything, yet still so far. 

Next Chapter

[tinnchan]

Well hello there I just finished watching tale of a thousand stars for the second time in the span of three days and like I JUST CANNOT STOP THINKING ABOUT IT PLEASE HELP ME I CANNOT COPE and you seem to share my sentiments so PLEASE send help

(2/2)  ALSO (excuse me for intruding again) but HOW ANNOYING WERE TIANS PARENTS I WANTED TO SERIOUSLY WRING THEIR NECKS BY EPISODE TEN the boy clearly did not want to go to the US LET HIM LIVE HIS OWN LIFE FOR FUCKS SAKE UGH *ahem* anyway that is all have a nice evening i love your blog💖💖 I definitely definitely cannot send help but I can sit next to you and scream about our mutual inability to cope. I know It’s also because I am hyperfixating and it’s still fresh and new right now but I don’t think I will ever truly move on from atots. I kid you not, it was a love story I have wanted *All* my life, or at least, since I figured out I was not straight. It’s both all I wanted from LGBT content AND from BLs since I stumbled upon them in 2016. So yeah, I definitely cannot cope as well!  Also, I will never stop consuming coming-to-terms-with-one’s sexuality stories ever but as someone who has consumed them since I was 14, you long for more you know??? You want for an epic romance, drama, promise of eternal love and a big, wholesome happy ending. But also, even if you don’t want the sexuality of your protagonists to be the main conflict of the plot (internal or due to external forces), you certainly don’t want their sexuality to be erased. (Istg, if Tian was about to say some bs like ‘i dont like men i just like him’ à la SOTUS I would have flipped a table). 

I will never ever get over Tian. How his story is more than just a rich boy who has angst because his rich life is devoid of any meaning or because he had a heart transplant. It’s a combination of everything! 

Yes, his desillusions but also his survivor’s guilt, his trauma PRE-operation; they succeeded in packaging everything in this story in a way which made complete sense. His stumbles, his mistakes, his resilience, his beliefs makes him one of the most interesting characters in that genre in a long time.

And his arc??? HIS ARC!  still makes me go ???? We got THAT beautiful arc about self-love and self-forgiveness?? In what we all thought was mainly going to be a rom-com with the main conflict being ‘do i love him or is torfun’s heart controlling my feelings?’ 

And there’s Phupha. I want to write essays about how they have crushed the trope of the  stoic-mysterious-sexy-asshole love interest by giving him so much depth, tenderness, flaws and an arc of his own??? Amazing. Show-stopping.  And the ROMANCE. THE ROMANCE?????? You are telling me we get to witness a fated-connection, slow-burning, high-stake, high-conflict AND HEALTHY relationship?? ‘I just want to talk to you.’ THE STARING, THE LONGING. It’s something I always thought I’d only get in straight media (And the occasional gay masterpiece movie we get once every 5 years).  I sit down sometimes and go, wait. hold up. they never said they liked or loved each other. THEY NEVER HAD TO. That's the type of love story that butters my scones man. 

Atots will stay with me for a long, long time.  So yeah, thank you so much for your ask 💗 please feel free to share your feels anytime because it gave me an excuse to ramble again about how much I love this show.

[miss---katie]

my essay writing tips

it’s that time of the semester again (or year?) where we’re all spitting out essays like our life depends on it. this week alone i need to turn in three essays (all on the same day!! marvelous!!!). but, because i’m here to help all y’all out, i thought i would share some of the things i do 

i’m not an expert, but i have written not one, not two, but sixteen papers this semester, so i believe i’m somewhat qualified to write this post. i’m going into my senior year at college, and i’ve written so many essays over the past three years. and i’m here to tell you i have only received one c+ (everything else was as, bs, and everything in between). 

these are the lil things i do while writing essays that may or may not make your life easier!

outline your paper

take a moment to break apart whatever the question is asking you. don’t beat yourself up trying to come up with a thesis, or finding textual support. make an outline that just answers the question(s). then go back through and add your support. 

also, don’t bother writing formally in your outline. use shorthand, use abbreviations, say things that make no sense. just dump everything you have on your paper

when you outline, make sure you have the ability to cross out your work. on word you can use the strike-through option, or if you write it out you can strike it out. 

if you’re handwriting, don’t erase anything. its a hard habit to break, but if you feel you made a mistake, just strike a line through it. you might find that you were writing down information/specific wording you’ll want to use. 

number your paragraphs

i never start in the same spot with an essay; i just start where my mind takes me. if you’re like me and kind of need to do a mind dump, number your paragraphs so you can see where things start and things end. 

if you don’t know something, move on.

sort of a test taking strategy, but if you get stumped on your wording, just keep moving on. just make sure you leave a marker so you know where you left a blank. i tend to use [...] so i know to come back to it 

if you don’t have a quote, don’t stop to look for it

if you know you need a quote somewhere, but don’t know the exact wording, or even what quote you want to use, just jot down a note. I tend to say (quote here + describe what i’m looking for). i can come back later when im stuck in a rut. 

worry about your thesis after you write your points.

i know we’re taught to do things chronologically, but honestly if you’re typing your paper, don’t worry about your thesis at first. see where your essay wants to take you, then come back and write your thesis. 

same goes with your intro or conclusion. don’t make a huge fuss over them, they’ll only just take up your valuable time. if you’re writing and come up with a brilliant idea to kick off your paper or wrap it up, skip to those paragraphs. but again, no need to get hung up over them 

change your background color to a light green shade

if you’re going to be looking at your essay for a while, the white screen will hurt your eyes. i like to use rgb 197 224 179. the color puts less strain on your eyes, so you don’t get a headache and your eyes don’t start to hurt. 

do not set up your paper for the proper format before you’ve begin writing

if you’re required to type a double-spaced essay, try writing it in no-spacing/single-lined spacing. when you write it in double-spaced right off the bat, you’re going to be more concerned about meeting your page requirement than the content you’re including in your paper. 

i tend to write in times new roman, pt. 12, no-spacing. if i need to check to make sure i’m on track, i’ll highlight my essay and change it 2.0 spacing, but immediately change it back afterwards.  

if ya gotta cry, cry.

catharsis man. if you’re going to let that stress and emotion build up inside of you, you won’t get anything done. if you feel like you’re about to explode, and you’re on the verge of tears, just cry. you’ll feel so much better once you release that tension. 

[onexharpyxarmy]

10 13 15

10. What are 3 things the mun would love to disappear.13. Worst thing about the mun15. Fandoms? And the muses opinion on them.(For Maggie I guess lmao)"On a non serious note... All the eraser shavings that fall onto the ground when she's sketching. She told me she hates it when she does that and her parents nag at her to pick them up by hand? And she makes far too many mistakes which creates more shavings!""Secondly, anxiety about everything. Just get the work done, Ann. Don't put it off by browsing whatever you call it... internet? Yeah, stop it. Third of all is when she was 11-14. First years on the internet role playing. Lots of cringe, she says. I don't blame her.""The worst thing about Ann is how she procrastinates so much! Stretches all her time writing essays with browsing the internet! She could get the essays done in less than an hour versus the two days!! Its troubling. She can do better with her schoolwork. Bs are uncomfortable to have. She used to be a much worse person, yes, but that's behind her.""Fandoms... Hmm... Steven Universe, SVTFOE. Overwatch, Undertale, DST(whatever that stands for) and she says she's getting into Villianous. I'm not too sure, most of the fandoms are toxic, but she stays out of it and is only in a couple for the actual shows or games, not the people that commentate on it. That's a good choice."(Barfs stop it Maggie I'm a horrible person)

[trentteti]

What Your Post-LSAT Beverage Says About You

You spent months preparing for the LSAT. Once that test finished, you likely enjoyed a celebratory beverage or two. What beverage did you enjoy? Here’s a rundown of what your post-LSAT drink says about you.

Tequila

You like to live life on the edge, but sometimes you make questionable decisions. Your biggest LSAT-related weakness was plunging directly into the answer choices without stopping to anticipate what you expect the answer to be.

Bud Light

You’re no-nonsense and down to earth, and you don’t mind spending a little extra time to get something done right. Your favorite LSAT section was Logical Reasoning, because you found it easy to avoid getting distracted when presented with a steady flow of questions.

Vodka Soda

You’re type A, and immensely practical. There will be at least three sharpened pencils and two spare erasers in the Ziploc bag you pack for test day.

Red Bull

Your brain runs at about a million miles per hour at all times, and you’re one of those people who unknowingly jiggles your leg every time you are seated for too long. Your biggest LSAT-related strength was being able to see how multiple pieces of information fit together, a skill that you found particularly useful when looking for deductions on Logic Games.

Water

You’re ambitious, and every move you make is perfectly calibrated to get you the maximally ideal outcome. Your strongest question type in the Logical Reasoning section was the Flaw question, because you could easily see through others’ BS.

Everclear

Charlie from It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia was modeled after you. It’s not totally clear how well you’ll do in law school, but you’re already intimately familiar with the ins and outs of bird law. You drew a doodle on the writing sample response sheet rather than bothering to write a real essay.

What Your Post-LSAT Beverage Says About You was originally published on LSAT Blog