#this entire post is so pretentious my gOd sorry bout it

[pennypingletons]

remember when i wasn't cast in a one-act festival with upwards of 35 available roles ahahaha I DO

[exobyharu]

PCY - Ch6

Originally posted by iyeolie

Chapter 6 - If there’s one thing clear

(Part 1)(Part 2)(Part 3)(Part 4)(Part 5)

Summary: You don’t die, Junmyeon gives you space, PCY gets unlimited punches, and Baekhyun’s a whiner.

⏰10:49 AM 🌏SM Entertainment headquarters (disclaimer: you didn’t wanna be there) 🌞Too much sun, but that wasn’t what the beach towel’s for 👥 YN, Park Chanyeol, Kim Junmyeon, Byun Baekhyun, EXO’s manager, your best friend Jane (mentioned)

Notes: Happy Birthday PCY! I love you with all my heart! OBSESSION just dropped and I love how there was fire and everything. AND EVERYTHING! I’m so excited for them all. Kai’s moves are to die for. What was your favorite part of the video? Everything? Me too! That’s all kids, bye. (I’ll start doing my face like CHEN’s starting tomorrow)

Words: ~2,200

💙💙💙

One of the worst things that can happen to a non-celebrity is to be mistaken as a celebrity. You would realise in a few hours that there were at least a hundred worse things you could name, but being kidnapped from your morning walk in the hotel gardens seemed to top your Most Unfortunate Events In My Life list. You will also realise much later that it was not exactly a kidnapping that happened. But the point was that you were freaking out because you did not know who wanted your person recklessly shrouded by a beach towel and ushered to a tinted van with a startling sense of urgency that made you start hearing your own pulse inside your head.

Am I going to die?

It was nothing close to escalating to an attack of uncontrollable anxiety, however, considering that your brain preferred to panic over much more irrelevant concerns. Death was not something you were wired to fear, but the thought of not knowing what was going to happen next made the experience almost intolerable. There was nothing quite like the distress from not knowing what to do while the rest of the people inside the van fretted about what to do with you.

You did not know whether to yell or cry. No amount of coffee or muffins would make up for how the staff members – whom you had come to know were from Chanyeol’s entertainment company – had essentially abducted you. That stuff’s supposed to be against the law, right?

So, nope. You were not doing as they said. You were not going to make yourself comfortable in this pretentiously minimalistic room and lean back on the steel sofa because the door would be right behind you. You were not going to help yourself to treats that were served because you did not need sugar and caffeine – you needed Xanax. And the wi-fi password they offered? What kind of idiot did they think you were? Why would you trust people who knew your full name and where you lived without having to ask you? You did not need more information about you out there, within their easy access.

It did not matter how many times this guy named Suho, whose alabaster skin and enchantingly stunning face apologised for their relatively unconventional manner of securing you from reporters who were chasing after Biscotti Girl’s true identity. You had just recently lost your trust in handsome faces like his. Falling for handsome faces like his was sooo twelve hours ago.

Not again, you made sure, even though he may as well break his back from all the bowing he would repeatedly do after every interaction you had. Here was another one because he had just finished making a phone call outside the lounge, promptly shutting the tinted doors before a whiny pink-haired guy managed to follow in his steps.

“Forget the phone! I wanna see!!! Junmyeon-ah!”

Despite how it bustled with activity outside with so many people rushing about, it was a rather quiet holding room, with only you and this guy, whose real name was apparently Junmyeon. He bowed again, apologising probably for the twenty-seventh time – because it almost entertained you to count if he managed more than thirty – and he finally confirmed having spoken to Chanyeol. He left it at that, stepping out once more because he probably felt that this morning was already wearing your patience out.

It was the longest two hours alone for you until the glass doors finally slid apart, welcoming a less-startingly tall Chanyeol into the room. He had a sullen mood, as usual. Unconsciously, you braced yourself for another exchange of hostility, mimicking his facial expression. It turned out that the look he had was for the pink-haired guy outside.

“That guy Baekhyun’s a whiner,” he complained, allowing himself to fall onto the couch right across from you. Clearly, he was nowhere near as disquieted as you were. His apparent lack of empathy confused you. You pouted, as there was nothing but plain weariness in Chanyeol. But now, he was relaxed, as if keeping Baekhyun out of the room was all he needed to put everything in his life in order. You waited for him to address the elephant in the room.

He did not.

After a few seconds, the guy sat up as if a thought energised him. With a grin, he rested his head on his hands and faced you, beaming. “I finished the song, by the way!”

“And I can finish you,” you replied, glaring at him with a potent mix of impatience and contempt. You were a couple of twitches away from either breaking into sobs or kicking him where it hurt. “God, not even an apology, Chanyeol? Really?!”

“Calm down, YN,” he interrupted. You expected him to strike back with an even louder yell, but he did not. Instead, he scooted over, took the empty space beside you and placed a light hand on your back. “Okay, I’m sorry. I was just giving you the good news before the better one.”

You swatted his arm away. “And the better news, then?”

“There’s a plan. You can consider this Biscotti Scandal fixed.”

You tried to contain your outrage with a blink. He called it a scandal. Was it officially a scandal at this point? And what a ridiculously named scandal, at that. You went through the usual warnings, keeping your temper in check before responding to Chanyeol, whose only intent was to comfort you.

Be nice. Be nice. Be nice x1000. Your mouth was dry when you swallowed. “So they’ve stopped talking about us?”

“Well, no. But I–”

“Then you haven’t fixed anything!” you yelled, your composure wavering.

Last night, you were thankful for a chance to see Chanyeol for the final time and leave a good impression. Such impressions no longer mattered, seeing that you may have to spend even more time with him. This was certainly not what you wished for because he kept screwing up everything!

Abandoning restraint, you finally landed a series of punches – the strongest ones you can throw – on his left shoulder, which ended up hurting you more than it did him. The guy did not even show any serious effort to block your hits that probably seemed like taps to him at most. And yet you did not care because you were angry – plain and simple. Not easily tired, you retaliated when he wrapped his palms around your fists, restraining you effortlessly with lights hands. “Listen, will you? You help me this once, and they will stop. I know they will.”

Despite your relentless bawling, Chanyeol was doing a good job at pacifying your bout of anger. With an even face and a calm tone, he let go of your hands and let you punch him some more until you felt foolish for even trying. There was no way the Chanyeol you’d imagined would pull off a stoic face through an outburst like that.

“This is all your fault!” you yelled, as a final attempt to hammer down your point. You were upset with him, and he knew that. You just needed him to be aware of how hard this situation hit you. There were a hundred other places you would rather be, especially after wrapping up what was supposed to be an eventful soul search these past few days. You had an entire day planned with Jane and a mandatory meet up with your parents that evening. And now, this inconvenient morning was too quick to pass and you hated not knowing how much longer you had to stay for.

You were catching your breath, more worn out by your feelings than the colossal waste of energy you just pulled off. And Chanyeol did not say anything, possibly waiting for you to speak first. He could be a gentleman for that, or he could be waiting for your breathing to even out because he wanted you prepared for his next story.

It was the latter.

“I told them that you’re my cousin.”

His preposterous declaration left you frozen for a moment and all that happened after that was in red. You started seeing in red. You realised the next second that your foot had already landed a blow Chanyeol’s shin, and this time, it hurt him enough to make him throw his hands up in defence.

“Yah yah! Before you freak out, just listen okay? LISTEN!”

But you were not going to. You were really starting to think that Chanyeol was sabotaging the whole thing for a hidden agenda. Wasn’t it a thing? That idols like to stir up some scandals for attention when their fame seems to be waning? Wasn’t he popular enough?

Without glancing back, you stood up from your seat, cautiously avoiding Chanyeol who had pretty much figured out that you were on your way to the glass doors. Turning on your heels, you closed your eyes, as you drowned in contempt, savouring the sound of your shoes, stomping against the floor. Words in your head began to string themselves together into a smart parting line that would make it clear that you were not joining him on his bullshit. When you opened your eyes, you stopped, catching Chanyeol’s reflection on the doors.

He was on his feet, shoulders squared with hands fisted on his sides. You took notice of the skin in between his brows, all bunched up whenever he was in a sour mood. This time, it was different.

“They believed me, YN.” Chanyeol’s eyes were begging you. “My manager believed me. Junmyeon believed me. All we need to do is make the rest of the world believe it.”

“Sounds easy.” No to puppy eyes had always been your policy.

But Chanyeol innocently overlooked your sarcasm, and sat down when he finally got your attention back. “Because it is. I just need one afternoon on Instagram to broadcast it. And I need you there, doing your own thing, being you, in your house, with the rest of your family casually–”

“PARK CHANYEOL you leave my family out of this!” And just like that, you were darting back to the center of the room, finding yourself in a rare opportunity of standing taller than him for once. “Me, and my family are not going to help you propagate a lie!”

“Come on, YN. It’s easy to lie to the members. The fans are much harder to convince.”

“Is that your only problem with this plan? Why can’t you just tell the truth, anyway?”

“I can’t tell them I started a fight with a stranger!”

“Then tell them I started it!”

“They won’t believe me!”

“And you expect them to believe I’m your cousin?!”

He made a face. He was loud, but for once, you were louder. It was almost a wonder how nobody had burst into the room with all the shouting. Then again, it was much louder outside and you could not hear a thing.

Soundproof walls: perfect for your table flipping tendencies. You stared at the marble tiles, blinking as Chanyeol’s shadow loomed in front of you now.

“The truth,” he whispered.

You did not believe that you had convinced him at first, but when you glanced up, his smile was resigned. “All right. I messed up, anyway.” And then there was that split-second hesitation that you would have missed if you were not looking at him already. This was not easy for him. “I’m sorry, YN. Believe it.”

He pursed his lips as a faint shade of pink dusted his cheeks. Chanyeol, who was tremendously uncomfortable with the practice of verbally apologising outright, finally tried. This was the sincerity that you needed to appease the part of you that hated him. And it may have felt like a win for you at first, knowing that you had finally settled the matter in your terms, but more than anything, all you could think of was that you were finally going back to your own life, apart from this guy’s.

This was it – the last time and place where you would see him – or at least you tried to convince yourself that it was. Your intuition was usually on point so you merely hoped that it was truly over. True enough, a man you had not met entered the room before you could formally say your goodbye.

Chanyeol squared his shoulders, acknowledging the man who turned out to be their manager. It did not look like good news at all. “Baekhyun beat us to the announcement,” said the man in a suit. He placed a hand on his pink face as he sighed, and it looked like he had just come down from an outburst too. “We want you to confirm this once and for all.”

Just another plot twist that you saw coming two seconds before it happened. Your gift of intuition was as good as no intuition, at this point. You did not even want to look at Chanyeol anymore. He would not say anything. “You better get ready because Junmyeon is going live in thirty minutes and he wants you there. It’s up to you, Chanyeol. You can bring your cousin along, if she wants.”

You sure as hell did not. It was sad to say, but that was the only thing left clear to you now.

💙💙💙 - to be continued -

[dragonwarriorgal]

Fate: The Winx Saga Finale - A Fanatic Heart

Ok. I got my BIG glass of red wine. I am doing this in front of my parents while they are watching Miss Marple (great family bonding moment with them, mostly from my dad, chuckling at my rage of watching this show) and I am watching Teen Drama with British teenagers. Let's. Do. This.

Bloom: *gasp* I'm special? Me: What, you want a dog treat next?

Ok, it was really funny that Rosalind's next line was "you wanna learn a new trick?"

Ruh, roh! Whoopsie poodles!

I just wanna say that we have had NO INFORMATION about Rosalind, other than she maybe is a master manipulator, but BY GOD IS SHE NONTHREATENING! I keep thinking that she will knit Bloom socks as soon as she gets free. Maybe it was on purpose, but even the way that she acts is so nonthreatening, EVEN WHEN SHE IS SUPPOSED TO BE MENACING!

Even when I am in a WELL LIT ROOM, I can't see shit!

Terra's dad: *goes over the list of every bad thing Terra, Musa and Stella has done in the past half hour, including releasing Rosalind* Me: Well technically, Bloom is the one who released Rosalind...

BUT YOU STILL BROKE INTO THE HEADMISTRESS'S OFFICE AND BROKE THROUGH HER SECRET TUNNEL! YOU STILL HELPED BLOOM WITH RELEASING BEATRIX AND ROSALIND! DON'T YOU DARE PUT YOUR IDIOCY AS YOUR MAIN EXCUSE!!!!

Ah, hello escape ex machina. AKA the guy THAT CAN WALK THROUGH WALLS!

Ok, hands down, Aisha is the only good character in this show. She can see through this BULLSHIT LOGIC!!!

I keep thinking that she brought Bloom here to get her a butterscotch.

"Blood Witches" Aseduan is here??? (The Witchlands book series for those who are curious about me reference)

And also, OUT OF FUCKING NOWHERE! We have witches! ARGH!!!!!!!

*sigh* After following her order she left when you were a baby to "find me", releasing her from a magical coma, following her through a secret passage way out, getting to the stone circle with her to learn just how "special" and a good girl you are, YOU ARE JUST NOW FIGURING THAT OUT????!!!!

And no mention or hurt from Sky THAT SHE DRUGGED HIM AND LEFT HIM ALONE!!!!

(I am not wasting space on my pc for this screenshot) Dane: Beatrix cares about you Riv. Me: *pretentious scoff*

Oh, sorry, he is ONLY NOW MENTIONING IT! Also you see how I CAN'T SEE SHIT! Bloom is RIGHT BESIDE HIM! ON THE RIGHT SIDE OF THE SCREEN!

Can you imagine being the Head Grip on this show when they were shooting? HG: Director dude, we need more lights if the audience have any chance of seeing anything in this scene, other than those random background character running with flashlights. Director: No, you don't understand, we NEED that cool ass globe with the moving ocean we showed in the very first episode! It is essential to this story!

Because I can't scream right now in front of my parents:

Sums up the entire problem I have with this episode.

That was the most PATHETIC MOTIVATIONAL SPEECH IN TV HISTORY!

I would forgive this show just a tiny bit if Dowling just yeets Bloom at the Burned Ones just so they can satisfy their Bloom murder boner they have for some reason.

Apparently, according to Dowling, (in this final episode btws), water fairies are good at leadership and control.

Is this going to be the first teen drama TV show ever to have an M/M/F relationship? (I am not going on a google hunt to find out)

If Beatrix was on Rosalind's side since the beginning, WHO THE HELL WAS THIS "HE" THAT THEY MENTIONED IN THE SECOND EPISODE?????!!!!?!?!?!!

I have been constantly rolling my eyes this past minute, and I need a break.

Why the fuck should I remember Doris, AND WHY THE HELL SHOULD I CARE?

Again, I have heard little to NOTHING bout Sky's dada, we have only learned his name IN EPISODE 5! WHY THE HELL SHOULD I CARE THAT SILVA KILLED HIM! Oh, god. I get it now. *sigh*

ONLY 26 AND A HALF MINUTES LEFT?

I am absolutely livid

Me: *all of a sudden punches a pillow* My dad: Why are you forcing yourself to watch this? Me: You don't understand, I have watched and reviewed those last five episodes, I only have 23 minutes left. I HAVE to finish this, even though I only get a couple of likes for this.

Ok, I get why Aisha is there, BUT WHY STELLA?! Also sorry for screenshot every 2 minutes, BUT GOD!

PFFT- OH MY GOD! ARE THEY ACTUALLY TRYING FOR A TRANSFORMATION SCENE RIGHT NOW?!?!??!?! PFFT-HAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAHAAHA!!!!

Ah, thank you,*wipes eyes* I needed that laugh after all that anger I felt this episode.

THANK YOU FOR GIVING MY SOME ANSWERS IN YOUR SEASON 2 BAITING!

Bloom destroys the Burned 1s after the most ridiculous fight scene/transformation scene and leaves her weak and her "friends" are now tucking her into her bed, what's next a bed time story?

And straight back into numbness...*sigh*

??????

Weirdest. Teen angst scene. Ever.

15 minutes left of this episode and the "final fight" is already over... I guess it is time for predictable season 2 baiting...*sigh*

I hate this "forgiveness and hindsight" scene with Bloom and Dowling with all my being.

"While I plan on revealing that your real daughter died and I have been a changeling and you there is a really good chance that you might kick me out and disown me and even physically hurt me?"

10 more minutes and there have already been 3 pop songs these past 10 minutes.

are you fucking kidding me? THE WHOLE SCENE WITH HER TELLING HER PARENTS THE TRUTH IS IN A FUCKING MONTAGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I don't care if there is an after credit scene, as soon as I see any name pop out on the screen I am OUT!

Great, 8 and a half minutes of Season 2 baiting

Surprize motherfucker! Also OH. MY. GOD! 

I want to throw something

Oh my God, Beatrix's dad AKA "HIM" is Andreas (Sky's dad)*groan* (I predicted it literally 1 second before it was revealed)

Did...did Dowling just die... huh...

YEET!

Stay tuned for either tomorrow or Sunday for my thoughts on this show, because there are some elephants that I did not go into because I didn’t want this to be a long post (ironic right?), like for example: The whole modernization and the Burned 1s, the awful wardrobe and many more. The future post will be more of a cohesive review other than this live reaction series.

[hostile-southern]

Will there be pain?

After like 12 hours of endless hunting (or more), I finally settled on a PC! I spent about $150 more than I wanted, but everything in my range was shit. I mean, I wanted shit… I don’t intend to game on this, and I didn’t wanna build my own shit. Sorry. Still, I don’t wanna shout what I bought to everyone, ‘cause people are so elitist about those things.

I just wanted an upgrade from my 8 year-old machine that plays media and shit. I’ll game on my PS4. I dunno if I got a great deal. I was mostly over looking, and the sound on my computer gave out. So, my world has been silent! It was time. I feel okay 'bout it–just okay. Anyway, that’s why I’m posting from my phone, and I don’t know when my new machine will get here. 

I’m a little superstitious. One of the first guys I talked to who has the disease I have has been in critical condition with sepsis. I don’t know much about the situation, but I’ve been very upset about it. I cried all morning after I found out (before I went to sleep and a little after I woke up). I want the guy to be okay, of course, but also, sepsis brings up so much shit for me. 

My battle with it in 2015 was so scary for me. In the end, I was so lucky, too, and I just wonder… Why? Why am I still living? What do I contribute in this life? I get the feeling people think of me as a god, or maybe I’m just a sad, pretentious fuck. I don’t know… I’m waiting to see what happens to my acquaintance, and I just… Wish him well. I really do. 

Man, I’m so fucking selfish, but it really makes me question things. I feel like I’m losing any concept of time. I’m just here, at my parents'; like, what am I doing? Ah well, it could be worse, I suppose. 

Sedatives will be the death of me. I’ve tried so many; falling asleep without one has been a rarity. I feel like it’s too late to change that, and having had problems with sleep my entire life, I don’t really want to change what I’m doing. In my heart of hearts, though, I don’t think this ends well for me. However, life is fine. Stable. My life isn’t always interesting, but I still find little joys. That’s good.