#help I just tried to draw them a bit more stylistic and now they look like Yzma and Kronk

[cutetanuki-chan]

wanted to sketch something fun

#help I just tried to draw them a bit more stylistic and now they look like Yzma and Kronk #the locked tomb #gideon the ninth #gideon nav #harrowhark nonagesimus #griddlehark #palamedes sextus #camilla hect #dulcinea septimus #cytherea loveday #art #i miss sexpal so much he's never coming home he'll never get to present Harrow's body back to her i hate this book

[oliveroctavius]

I got this ask on main but thought I'd pick it up here, my comics history/fashion ramble blog. I'd been wondering this exact same thing recently, and Google initially wasn't much help—Rocketeer replica jackets describe themselves only as "Rocketeer jackets" and the one Lobster Johnson cosplay thread just suggested ordering one of those.

The most curious part is the double seam and horizonal row of buttons that mark out the entire front as possibly being an unbuttonable "bib", like a plastron front. (Please don't ask how late in the game I worked out that "plastron" is the right word for that.)

The closest genuine Golden Age example of a plastron jacket I found was the military tunic style uniform of Blackhawk, created in 1941.

(Pics from the '52 movie serial (right) really show how awkward it is to combine open lapels + plastron. On a double breasted coat, that chest panel IS the bottom lapel, folded shut.)

Here's the thing: This outfit mirrors that of the Nazi ace pilot he fights in the origin issue, von Tepp (middle). And compare further to the far right: real life WWI flying ace Manfred von Richthofen, AKA the Red Baron, in imperial German Uhlan (lance cavalry) uniform.

"The Germans had designed such great costumes, we decided to use them ourselves," co-creator Cuidera is quoted as saying in Steranko's History of Comics, which (more dubiously, in my opinion) compares the look to the Gestapo or SS. Breeches or jodhpurs weren't strictly a Nazi thing at the time, but they do add to the overall effect.

Compare two other military tunic themed costumes from 1940, on Captain Marvel and Bucky Barnes. These are asymmetrically buttoned, and switch to a more classic circus strongman look below the waist.

But somewhere around 1975, with the Invaders book, Bucky gets a buttoned bib! There's something infectious about it—the symmetry, maybe. (Even re: the characters we started with; Mignola didn't draw Lobster Johnson with buttons down the right side, but every artist after does. And Spider-Noir wore a sweater under his coat until Shattered Dimensions introduced the double-breasted vest.)

If it didn't reach his belt, Barnes' button-on front + shirt collar combo would resemble a bib-front western shirt, like the one that became the Rawhide Kid's signature look in '56. (Or Texas Twister's in '76.)

This shirt entered the old-West-obsessed public imagination in the 1940s/50s largely because John Wayne wore it in several cowboy movies. In reality it was rare among cowboys, more common with firefighters and civil war era militia.

Military tunics, Western shirts, alright, but does anything match the style and material and era, or are these jackets a total anachronism? I tried looking into 1930s leather flight jackets and was surprised when the closest-looking results were marked as Luftwaffe.

It took me a bit to work out why: USAF and RAF issued standard flight jackets with a center closure. The Luftwaffe instead let their pilots buy non-standardized ones. The 'weird' double-breasted black German flight jackets were in fact fairly normal (but repurposed) motorcycle racing jackets.

Far left is an English biker's jacket that dates back to the 1920s. Even without the bib, this may be as close as you'll get to an authentic Rocketeer. The jodhpurs were pretty common to complete the look. (What was an early motorcycle anyways, if not a weird metal horse?) The first biker jacket with the now iconic off-center diagonal zip was designed in America in 1928 and yet as far as I can tell, not a single actual pre-war pulp hero wore one.

The greatest weakness of this post is that I haven't been able to find any of these artists' notes on how, exactly, they arrived at similar versions of this iconic Pulp Front Panel Jacket. I'm sure I've missed some things. But as far as I can tell, this jacket is an odd bit of convergent stylistic evolution from the above influences that's picked up enough momentum to now be self-perpetuating.

The problem with pulp heroes is that for the most part, they just wore clothes. The appeal of this jacket is actually very similar to what the 1940s thought the appeal of the bib-front shirt in westerns was: It's alien enough to feel "old". It looks like something invented before zippers or synthetic fabrics. It looks formal and militant but also renegade, rebellious. It also looks a little mad-sciencey*. It's a costume, but you can nearly fool yourself into thinking the past was weird enough that you could find something this cool on the rack.

If I wanted to end on some grand point, I could try to argue that there's a thematic throughline between fascist fashion, John Wayne movies, and throwback pulp. A manufactured aesthetic valorizing the violence of a fictional golden age... but I think the noir stylings of the post-Rocketeer comics in this lineup mean that, at least on some level, they know the "good guys" didn't dress like this.

*If I had another couple weeks of time to burn, I'd try to trace the visual history of the Howie coat in popular culture and investigate its possible connections to this. Alas, I do actually have a life.

#thank you for reading. also don't read golden age blackhawks the racism is awful even by era standards. #comics history #costume taxonomy #<- forgot I had that tag. #not to be like ''in MY favorite comics...'' again but may I point out that Hellboy and Robo and Tom Strong just wear... clothes #like. yknow. A pulp series that had confidence in itself rather than trying to cosplay as eras it thinks were cooler might do- #[I am yanked offstage before I can restart that rant] #the rocketeer

[sporesgalaxy]

Do you have any advice for someone feeling down about their style or art? ): I’ve followed your blog for awhile and it’s been amazing seeing your growth as an artist but i’m struggling in my own.

Copy things you like!!!!! Just recently I felt I was in a bit of a funk, but rewatching Mob Psycho and looking at Reigen footage for expression reference to draw Sara was really refreshing!!!!

If you copy a whole art style for practice, try not to allow yourself to get too caught up on matching it perfectly. The goal in this case isn't to mimic it perfectly, it's to try new things! After analyzing some reference images closely, try drawing the art style from memory, or else looking away from your reference for long periods. Also try drawing things that haven't been depicted in the art style you are referencing, like a new character or an unusual item! This way, more of your personal tendencies will naturally be worked in and make it your own, even if you heavily reference something.

If copying the entire art style just won't turn out, try looking for some small details that you like the best (i.e. a particular way of drawing eyes, mouths, hair, a particular way of doing line art, a particular way of shading, etc.) and add them to however you feel is most natural to draw.

If you already do practice-copying, but typically gravitate towards a certain flavor of art style, find an art style that you like but is a bit different from what you usually look at for reference, and try copying aspects of that (i.e. if you're usually feeling inspired by highly intricate art styles, take note when you see a less intricate style that you still like, and try to identify what you like about it!)

If none of that feels right, try looking at your old art! Try looking for

small stylistic choices you didn't think about, & have since dropped, but like

old pieces that you know you could do better now, that you might like to redraw

techniques you tried out but haven't used in a while

I did this very recently! I looked back at the fan art I drew when I was really into Psychonauts and thought "I love how this looks! I should use some of these stylistic choices again!" and I started using a lot of those stylistic choices for my dnd ocs!

Hope this helps! This is just what I typically do & I'm sure there's other techniques. When I was taking art classes, I found drawing from life to be really refreshing too, but I know it can be daunting and I'm too out of practice to offer advice on how to go about that...

#asks #art tips

[wanderinginksplot]

Clone Trooper Rambles

Overactive imagination or a sign of impending insanity? Who's to say? Either way, clone troopers only I can see and hear experience life by my side, but they're far from quiet about it.

Warnings: probably some kind of social anxiety, teasing, lying.

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Haircut

“Okay, so how short do you want it?” the stylist asked. 

My stomach was in absolute knots by this point. Was it stupid to be nervous about getting a haircut? Yeah, probably. Did my brain understand that it was stupid? Yes. Did that make me dread it any less? Not at all. 

“Uh…” I hedged, glancing around the salon. “Well, I want it a little below my shoulders. But it’s really curly, so-”

“No problem,” the stylist said confidently. “I can do that.”

I eyed her, giving my best polite smile. She was very talented, I could see that from the pictures of customers that surrounded her work station. She was also the owner of this particular salon and the reviews were glowing. But I was still nervous. Her hair was cut short and spiked, and looked like it was naturally straight anyway. I was probably going to end up with it shorter than I wanted, so I tried to brace myself for it.

“What made you want to cut off so much length?” the stylist asked.

Ah, we had made it to the awkward small talk stage. I had wondered when it was going to happen. We had avoided it for the time it took to wash my hair in the sink and get it all combed out, but now that she was working…

Putting on my customer service voice, I said vaguely, “Oh, you know. I just wanted to try something new and different.”

The stylist hummed as she began combing through my hair and snipping at the strands. I made eye contact with Elena in the mirror. She had agreed to come along and I had never been more grateful. She knew the real reason I was getting my hair cut shorter - I was going to have surgery in a week, and my current hair length would be too difficult to manage while I was trying to recover.

As the stylist continued talking, Elena actually took on most of the conversational burden. She was good at drawing people out, chatting with them until they felt at home or made some kind of connection. Realistically, I knew that’s what the stylist was trying to do with me, but I was juggling so much that I didn’t have room for conversation on top of it.

“Be honest,” I said silently to Rex, who was standing nearby. “How short does it look?”

Rex eyed the back of my head and gave a slight grimace. “Not… too short.”

“Liar,” Scorch said with a laugh. “It’s gonna be a lot shorter than you wanted. No way that’s gonna end up below your shoulders.”

“Scorch,” Tup admonished. 

“What?” Scorch asked, studying my hair again. “Maybe if you shrug really hard, it’ll reach your shoulders.”

Rex and Tup sighed together. Tup looked distinctly more sympathetic than either of the other troopers. “Sorry. Maybe you should have showed her a picture of how curly your hair normally is?”

“That would have been smart,” I admitted. “I thought coming here with my hair down and curly would have been enough for her to see it, but I was having an off day.”

“I’ve had that happen before,” Tup agreed. “It won’t be exactly what you wanted, but it’s probably going to look fine. Curls are more forgiving than straight hair.”

“Besides, you’re not going back to work for a long time,” Scorch reminded me, spinning in a chair across the salon. “You’ve got time for it to grow back out. Well, sort of grow out. A little bit. Better than it will be right away.”

“Thanks, Scorch,” I hurried to say. “Please stop helping.”

Scorch shrugged and turned his attention to spinning even faster.

“At least she’s almost done,” Rex commented, walking around the back of the chair to study the stylist’s work. Tup and I snorted together as Rex gave us a bewildered look. “What?”

“Just because it’s all the same length doesn’t mean it’s almost done,” Tup told him.

“Yeah,” I agreed. “She still has to even the ends and shape it. Plus the time it will take to add layers…”

As if taking her cue from the nonverbal conversation, the stylist asked, “Do you want me to add some layers?”

“Just a few,” I decided, not wanting to extend the process any more than necessary. 

“Okay, good,” the stylist said, pulling her fingers through my hair. “I want to frame your face with them.”

I hummed at that, but didn’t say anything else. She really didn’t need to know that I kept my hair pulled back more often than not. Of course, judging from what was left, I might not be able to wear it up anymore, so maybe it didn’t matter after all. 

“Are the two of you going to have a girl’s day out?” the stylist asked. “I can recommend a good nail place if you’re interested?”

I sent Elena a look of pure desperation and she shook her head reassuringly at me. Thankfully, the stylist was too busy to catch any of it. Elena said, “Oh, I think we might have too much going on to spend a lot of time out. Unfortunately. But I’m always interested in recommendations! It gives me somewhere to start next time I’m looking.”

“Of course!” the stylist beamed, happily chatting about nail salons with Elena for the rest of the time it took to finish the haircut. 

When she finally set down the scissors and comb, she said, “You’re done! What do you think?”

I took the small handheld mirror she gave me, watching the room spin as she angled the chair away from her station so I could get a look at the back of it. Fortunately, working customer service jobs had given me a good poker face, and I definitely needed it. 

The haircut was nice - the ends were even and the layering was excellent - but it was several inches shorter than I had asked for. My curls were already getting crazy with the lack of weight. This was going to take months to grow out to the length I wanted, especially with the curls themselves working against me.

“Yeah, looks great,” I said eventually, pasting a smile on my face.

“Liar,” Scorch sing-songed. It seemed to be his favorite word that day. “Just tell her it isn’t what you wanted.”

“Why?” I asked, watching as the stylist unsnapped the cape and pulled it away, strands of my hair drifting down to the floor. “It’s not like she can magically make my hair grow back. It’s done. I just want to pay and get out of here so I can see what the damage is on my own.”

I followed the stylist to the front register, made some small talk with the receptionist about the book she had been reading as the payment went through, and walked outside with Elena. Neither of us spoke until we had gotten into her car.

“So,” she started carefully. Elena and I had been friends long enough to know when I was upset. “Shorter than you wanted, huh?”

“A lot shorter,” I agreed, wincing. “Does it look bad?”

“I know you don’t want to hear this, but it looks really cute.”

I groaned. “Cute?”

“Cute,” Elena confirmed. “It’s also going to be super easy to take care of and basically zero maintenance. It could be worse.”

“We’ll see,” I said grimly. “Here’s the test: can I put it up in a ponytail?”

We both went quiet as I pulled the wild curls back and up. I could feel that the normal spot for my ponytail was out of the question, so I lowered it a few inches. I wound the hair tie quickly, pulling my hands away and smiling when my hair stayed up. “There!”

“Awww!” Elena cooed. “It’s adorable! Teeny tiny ponytail!”

She reached out and fluffed the blunt ends of my hair. The strands were sticking directly toward the headrest of my seat.

“It’s really soft, too.”

“Could be worse,” I agreed with a shrug.

“Could be worse,” she repeated with a firm nod. 

“I think it looks fine,” Rex pitched in from the back seat, sounding thoroughly lost.

Tup patted Rex's shoulder as Scorch snorted.

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Author's Note - Since these aren't posted anywhere close to when the events happen, I can say that the length was actually perfect for my recovery. Also, it is currently the length I actually wanted and I like it so much right now! I might take pictures for the next time I get a haircut.

Thanks for reading!

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[bonesandthebees]

When he tried to show his art to his mother, despite her not exactly shoving it away, it doesn't have the intended effect or reaction. It brings a damper on something to otherwise be very pleasant to share because your tangerines are precious to you. And it's not wrong for him to want to share that part of him with someone he cares about. But now, at this point in the story, he's already done so much, and come so far. He's shared his tangerines and received so many too, and it doesn't hurt as much anymore.

It's a process of healing.

It's such a huge step for him to be so open about his art now, a stark contrast from the starting of the story. I have sooo many theories about why he doesn't draw faces but I really want you to confirm why it is, or if its just a stylised choice.

Is it because he didn't like opening up, or because he had a hard time capturing emotions and things the way he wanted, or if its that he always prefers body language and actions to words and expressions, what is it!! Am I completely off the mark? Help. Curiosity.

It's an exact mirror of Phil who instead aims to capture the essence of people's faces more than anything and the personality that shines through them despite it simply being a facial expression. A way to honour those he cares for, exactly like Tommy aims for but so differently at the same time. Tommy's realisations that even the drawings of him are so clearly meant in admiration is unnerving to him.

And it starts the more deep conversations, wherein so much is finally brought to light. Tommy finally brings up the thought that has been haunting him for so long, that he doesn't think they're allowed to care because they aren't blood related, yet so desperately craving that connection he was so deprived of.

- ❄️

yup I wanted to contrast his past experience with showing his art to his mom compared to the present when he shares it with niki and aimsey. his mom didn't dismiss it, but she didn't give a great reaction either and that kind of thing hurts. it was meant to also explain a bit about why he was so hesitant in the beginning to show other people his art, and how far he's come with showing it to others

the fact that he doesn't draw faces is kind of a mix of several things? first and foremost it was pretty much a stylistic choice on my end because I wanted to give him a unique art style that felt distinctly tommy—something more cartoonish and fun and not as grounded in realism. but there's also a tie between his own struggles with opening up to others and showing his emotions, along with showing how he views the people around him. the different objects he gives them all for heads is a representation of what they are to him in a sense. like wilbur having a book for a head both ties to wilbur's love of reading and writing, but also that he's a source of guidance and knowledge for tommy as his older brother. niki having flowers for her head is both a tie to her being a florist, but also the fact that he feels she brings beauty to everything around her with her kindness and love (like how she gave him a flower at the farmer's market). aimsey having a star for a head both shows how bright and cheery they are, but also how they're kind of a guiding star for their friend group. they focus on how everyone in the group is doing when they're all out together and always make sure to check in on how tommy's doing even with just a look of concern

and tommy not ever drawing a head for himself is a representation of how he doesn't know who he is. he doesn't understand his own emotions regarding everything going on, so he doesn't understand himself and can't figure out what object would represent him

so you weren't off the mark, you were pretty close! it's not a super set in stone thing, but that's the gist of my thoughts on it.

phil is meant to be a major contrast to tommy in that sense. because while tommy doesn't understand his own emotions, he thinks about them a lot. phil is not good at expressing his emotions in words. even if he can act fatherly and patient, he's not the type of person who will willingly explain himself or his actions unless he has no other choice. but you can see how deeply he loves the people around him through his art. it shows in the way he draws the faces of his friends and family, how deeply his love and loyalty runs even if he can't exactly put it into words. it's also kind of a funny game of subversion. phil does his best to capture faces as they are, but no matter how realistic a portrait is, it's not going to be the same thing as the real person. in contrast, tommy doesn't try to capture someone's face, and instead draws the core of their 'soul' in a way. he captures what's beneath the surface, and ends up showing their true essence in a more distinctive way than a realistic portrait could

actually I wanna correct one tiny thing you said at the end. when it comes to the blood relation thing, the conversation between phil and tommy goes

phil thinks he's talking about being blood-related. tommy says "that has nothing to do with it." tommy didn't mean that he thought phil didn't care about him because they weren't blood related. he knew that didn't matter. he just thought that after so much time apart, phil had stopped thinking of him as a son. he thinks that being phil's kid was just a temporary thing that ended when he left, and phil was trying to explain that wasn't the case.

#ask #snowflake anon #honey and tangerines

[blu-joons]

When You Trace Against His Body Absentmindedly ~ Seventeen Vocal Unit

Jeonghan:

Your smile was wide as your hands reached out to start playing with Jeonghan’s hair, plaiting small strands through it as your hands kept massaging through the top of his scalp too to try and keep yourself occupied.

“Having fun?” He sniggered, tilting his head back to be able to look up at you sat behind him.

“I am,” you laughed, lifting up one of the plaits that you had made so that Jeonghan could see what you were up to.

“I’m so going to regret letting you play with my hair,” he teased in reply as you showed him a couple more of the plaits that you had made, “my hair will be curly.”

Your head shook in reply to him, “your hair will be cute,” you corrected with a soft smile, “I’ll untangle them all once I’m finished, they won’t be in long enough to get any curl in them.”

“Are you sure?” Jeonghan quizzed, “because if my hair is curly, I will make sure to point all of my stylists in your direction.”

“It’ll be fine,” you laughed once again, “just let me keep playing with your hair for now and I promise once I’m done, I’ll return it to exactly how it was before I started.”

“Not a strand out of place once you’re done.”

Joshua:

Lazy kisses were pressed into the crook of Joshua’s neck as you kissed him from behind, barely realising what you were doing as you moved up and down with your lips, struggling to keep yourself awake.

“You’re making me ticklish,” Joshua whispered across to you as yet again you hit his sweet spot.

“What did you say?” You murmured, completely distant from what was going on as sleep weighed down on you.

“I said you’re tickling me with all of your little kisses,” Joshua repeated, feeling your lips pull away from his neck as soon as you finally worked out what he was saying.

A frown appeared on his face as he felt you disappear, “I think I might head to bed,” you whispered, not wanting to get in the way of what Joshua was doing, “you can do your own thing then.”

“Don’t go,” Joshua whispered, taking a hold of your hand, “if you’re tired, why don’t you stay here with me and cuddle up to me.”

“I don’t want to tickle you though,” you pouted, only to see Joshua shake his head as he led you across to the sofa to give you a more comfortable spot to close your eyes.

“You won’t tickle me with a cuddle, promise.”

Woozi:

Your hands reached out as soon as you came up behind Jihoon and rested against his shoulders, drawing light circles of the top of his muscles as you watched him busy at work, not really concentrating at all.

“Are you alright?” Jihoon asked you once he managed to find a moment to pause his work.

“Sorry,” you shyly spoke, sensing that you were being a bit of a distraction and stepping away from where he was.

“Where are you going?” Jihoon queried, reaching back for your hands so that he could move them back to where they were, “I was beginning to quite enjoy that.”

Your eyebrows furrowed back at him, “I wasn’t even doing anything,” you tried to tell him, but just the feeling of your hands running over his knotted muscles was more than enough for him.

“Sometimes thinking that you’re doing nothing is a lot for other people,” Jihoon replied, keeping his words as poetic as ever.

“You want me to stay?” You asked in surprise, carrying on drawing your random circles as soon as Jihoon nodded back at you, “won’t I get in the way of your work?”

“Not at all, if anything, you’re helping me.”

DK:

It didn’t take long before a shy giggle came from Seokmin as your fingertip continued to trace against his palm, catching his ticklish spot several times before he could no longer hold in the laugh that threatened.

“You seem pretty in thought there,” he noted, meeting your eyes as you heard him chuckling.

“It’s nothing,” you replied, continuing to trace against Seokmin’s hand, “it’s just been a busy day, I could do with a relax.”

“Is that it?” He pushed, looking over you closely to really be able to check that you were alright. “You draw in my palm usually when something is on your mind.”

Your head shook reassuringly back across at Seokmin, “I could just do with distracting myself for a little while, I didn’t want to interrupt you too much, so drawing seemed like a good idea.”

“You want to talk?” He enquired, not wanting to let you get lost in yourself, “drawing in my palm might not solve anything.”

“I don’t want to disturb you,” you tried to tell him, but Seokmin’s head shook back at you, holding onto your hand instead so that you could no longer draw on him.

“Talk to me, I promise that I’m all ears.”

Seungkwan:

The feeling of a hand drawing against the small of his back caught Seungkwan’s attention straight away as he stirred in his sleep, hearing you sigh lightly, unaware that you were wide awake laying behind him.

“Y/N?” Seungkwan questioned, glancing past his shoulder to see you as you hummed back at him.

“Did I wake you?” You fretted, making your finger draw much more lightly against him, “I didn’t think I was disturbing you.”

“You’re not, I’m having a bit of a tough time falling asleep myself tonight,” Seungkwan sympathised, trying his best to look at you, “I’m guessing that you are too.”

Your head nodded as you hummed once again, “I keep trying to close my eyes, but then I just want to wake up again. I’ve tried just about everything but none of the usual tricks are working.”

“Was drawing against my back helping?” Seungkwan then asked, continuing to focus on what you were doodling against him.

“A little,” you admitted, feeling Seungkwan reach back and take your hand, pressing it much more tightly against his back to let you know that you could carry on doing it.

“Keep going, hopefully you’ll fall asleep soon.”

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Masterlist

#seventeen #seventeen imagine #seventeen reaction #seventeen scenario #seventeen reactions #seventeen scenarios #jeonghan imagine #joshua imagine #woozi imagine #dk imagine #seungkwan imagine #jeonghan #joshua #woozi #dk #seungkwan #seventeen drabble #seventeen one shot #seventeen fluff #seventeen vocal unit #svt #svt imagine #kpop #kpop imagine

[erodasfishtacos]

HSLOT SAINT LOUIS

warnings: smut, 18+

-

Harry was doing his same script, he’s been starting every show but addressing the circular stage.

“Sometimes you’ll get m’face and sometimes you’ll get m’ass. Please, let me know if y’have a preference,” He gives the crowd a cocky grin, it widens when the audience goes insane with whistles and screams.

YN is standing off to the side, where she always stands with Harry’s friends and family who come and go - visiting them.

Harry’s eyes dart to his wife, when he sees her rolls her eyes at him, he points at her, speaking right into the microphone, “And you’ll be gettin’ the ass baby!”

The arena is near deafening with the fans who are fawning and cooing at the couples interactions, they all look back to YN.

She blows him a kiss and he dramatically snatches, smacking it right on his backside with a cheeky wink and purse of his lips.

He goes on with the show in his stunning red outfit that fit for Saint Louis perfectly - YN was matching him in a dark satin orange slinky dress that was undeniably sexy. It had Harry feeling her up backstage before he went on. ***

The fans loved that the couple matched at every concert.

YN loved watching her husband perform and after that comment about her getting his ass…well, it gave her some ideas for later.

The way the shirt he was wearing wasn’t buttoned enough so she could see the glisten on his chest, how the trousers hugged his perky backside like a sin.

It may be wrong, but everybody in this arena wanted him.

They want to hug him, kiss him, blow him, fuck him - but the only one who got that was her and she basked in it.

As Harry finishes with Kiwi, losing his absolute shit, YN and everyone else starts to head backstage. YN waves to a few fans and stops for a selfie or two before disappearing.

When Harry runs back to join, after dashing from center stage, he automatically finds his wife and wraps her up into a tight hug.

“Ew, bun. You’re extra sweaty, you definitely need to go shower,” YN crinkles her nose, pushing him off as he does stink a bit and is just sticky from sweat.

Usually, Harry would coerce his wife into joining him but they had quite a few friends who came to see the concert and YN was expected to entertain them.

“I’ll be thinkin’ about you, flower,” He teases, nipping her ear before chatting with their friends for a moment before he’s trailing off to shower and change.

-

YN waits a few minutes, enough time to guarantee he was already in the shower - soaping up.

She punches in the code to his locked dressing room, a soft smirk on her face as she steps over where he’s strewn the orange ensemble to purposefully piss off Harry Lambert - like always.

When she opens the bathroom door, she makes sure to be as quiet as possible - same as when she shuts and locks it behind her.

It a modern, standard shower stall and Harry is standing facing away from his wife - scrubbing his hair roughly to get the styling gel and grime out.

Harry’s shoulders are so broad.

His back is just…beautiful.

It’s so muscular, defined, and strong as he flexes his arms forward. Then her eyes trail down to his backside.

His bum was small, she loved to tease him and pinch it but it was muscular as well from those squats and wall sits he does in the gym.

After she quickly undresses, she steps in behind him into shower - pressing her chest up against his wet back and wrapping her arms around his waist.

Harry startles, nearly jumping out of his own skin before huffing out a laugh and leaning back into his wife, relaxing - well more like melting as he puts his weight on her.

“Thought y’were some crazy fan,” He jokes, hand coming down to cup the hers on his waist but frowning when she pulls back.

“Against the wall,” YN murmurs firmly, pushing him gently until his chest is against the tile and the shower head is pounding on his back and shoulders.

Harry shuffles forward, willingly albeit confused about what was going on and his wife’s demeanor as the cold of the wall hardens his nipples.

“Baby? Y’alright-“

“Did you wash yourself up already?” YN asks directly, hands rubbing softly at his sides, squeezing where his mini love handles are.

“M’body? Yeah, why-“

She cuts him off again, lips on his shoulder blade, “You told the crowd and me that I was getting your ass. I’m just holding you to your word.”

And when Harry realizes what’s about to go down, he lets out a low, explicit moan that echos throughout the bathroom.

“Yeah, baby, yeah,” He babbles excitedly, it wasn’t like this was something rare for them. They normally incorporated ass play into their sex life.

It was something about catching him off guard, when he’s vulnerable, and the post-show adrenaline has already worn off - making him malleable and pliant for his wife.

“You want to be all cocky, arrogant on stage, right? But look at you now, whining for your wife to touch you,” YN teases sharply, hand drifting down to squeeze his cheek hard enough to make him squeak.

“Baby. I’m yours, I’m yours,” He gasps, voice turning into a raspy yet high begging tone.

It was a tone of his voice that nobody in that crowd had or would ever hear. No, it was saved for her when she had him like this, like nobody else ever will.

“You don’t think I know that, Harry?” His wife laughs, fingers moving to sneak between his cheeks, pressing tightly against where he’s aching for her.

She continues, “God, I think everyone knows your mine. You can’t keep your eyes off me during the concert, parade around your wedding band, make sure my tattoo is always visible.”

“It’s ‘cause you- oh fuck, s’cause y’my soulmate,” Harry moans, pushing back on her fingers - wanting more but she wasn’t willing, “Need more, darlin’, m’close.”

She really wasn’t even doing much beside pressing at him, pushing in just the tiniest amount but he was grinding his hips against the wall a bit and her tits felt so good on his back.

Sometimes when he came off stage, he had absolutely no stamina.

Normally he could last but when he was adrenaline high and had basically edge himself in front of tens of thousands of people, it wasn’t going to be a long event.

“That’s really sad, H. Reminding me of when we were teenagers and you couldn’t last,” YN ends her rude statement with a bite to his shoulder before dragging her teeth down a bit.

It was just fun to get Harry worked up, he still acted the same from when they were younger - he’d get bratty and demanding, whiney, his chest and neck bloom into a soft pink color, and his eyes are a bit wet.

“Still just as much of a fool f’you, tha’s why,” Harry puffs out, hands continuously clenching and releasing over and over against the wall - like he wants to just make Harry wife touch him, tortured by her teasing.

“Fine, fine,” YN simpers, as if he was being a pain but she slips down onto her knees - hands dragging down his back and then his lean, solid thighs.

But in typical Harry behavior, he turns back and looks over his shoulder, “Sunflower, y’knees? We can move out of the shower.”

“Shush up,” She accentuates her words with a heavy handed smack to his right cheek and she chuckles when he gasps out a quiet, “Fuck.”

YN cups his cheeks, spreading them and leaning forward.

As soon as her tongue hits where he’s hot and tight, his legs twitch, and he puts his hands on the wall to brace himself.

“Darling, baby, baby,” Harry mewls, pushing back for more and hissing when she licks into him - his ring-bare hand leaning back to thread into her hair.

YN was planning to draw this out but she only gets a few directed laps before he’s moaning obsencenly, loud enough to hear through the god damn arena.

And then he’s gripping his cock, giving one firm tug, and he’s coming with pants and unfiltered, inconsiderate shouts of pleasure.

“S’good, m’good wife. S’no one better than you. Y’the only one who makes me feel like this. Crave y’like a drug, flower,” He praises endlessly, he turns around and helps her up - kissing her harshly.

When his hand comes to sneak between her thighs, she shakes her head and murmurs, “We don’t have time, H. Everyone is waiting on us.”

He pouts with his swollen pink lips, “I’ll take care of y’are the hotel, promise.”

“Mm,” She agrees, scrubbing the leftover shampoo bubbles from his hair as he tucks his face into her neck and tries make himself smaller.

Harry always gets a little sheepish after she does anything that makes him feel vulnerable, needs reassurance from her.

“Only with you, m’yours. Y’own my heart, ‘ave since we were fifteen,” Harry murmurs into her neck.

-

When they get themselves together, dressed, and exit the bathroom into the dressing room.

Harry Lambert is irritated as he is picking Harry’s clothing off the floor and putting it back on the hanger.

The stylist gives them a look, a knowing look, as he hangs the trousers on the rack.

“Fuck off,” The singer huffs, tugging his wife by the hand out of the room and to the car waiting for them.

#harry styles #hslot #harry styles love on tour #hslot!harry #hslotrry #hslot Harry #harry styles writing #harry styles masterlist #harry styles fic rec #harry styles x reader #harry styles x you #harry styles fluff #harry styles x y/n #erodsafishtacos masterlist #harrystylesfanfic #harry styles smut #husband!harry #harry styles husband #Instagram

[trulylino]

=> Translation, Please - KNJ

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x gn!reader

Genre: Fluff, idol!reader, nonenglishspeaking!reader

Summary: Namjoon helps you understand another groups speech and in turn teaches you some English. Writing in italic is in English for context!

Warnings: None!

Word count: 1k

Series: Jin, Yoongi, Hoseok, Jimin, Taehyung, Jungkook

Masterlist

The show was nearing its end now. Stray Kids was thanking their audience and you were looking around in bewilderment, much like the rest of your fellow idols and group.

The words currently coming out of Chan's mouth seemed like absolute gibberish, given that you only knew about four words of English. 'Hello, goodbye, I love you.' Five. You have a quick nudge to Namjoon who was sitting near you, hoping he would help you out.

"What the hell is he saying?" You whispered, tucking your hair behind your ear, ensuring you would hear his inevitable whisper back.

"I forgot you don't speak English y/n," he teased, before leaning towards you to translate.

"Just tell me! He's nearly done... I think." You whisper shouted back at him, getting frustrated.

"Ok, its pretty much just a normal acceptance speech. He's thinking Stays, that's their fanbase I think, and saying how much it means to them and how hard they all worked for this. That's pretty much it, to be honest."

"Thanks, Joon," you smiled at him, relieved he had actually told you so you weren't as lost as everyone else around you, who, similarly had no idea what Chan was on about. A few English speaking idols were scattered amongst the crowd, and like Namjoon himself, were also translating for their group members. You could see Haechan explaining to someone (you couldn't see who as his head was blocking it) and in the distance saw Wendy telling Seulgi what was going on. It made you feel better to know that you weren't the only one asking for help.

"Anytime y/n." He grinned at you before turning round.

You tapped his shoulder just a few seconds later, drawing his attention to you once more. You were scared for a moment that he would be angry at you for disturbing him too much, but then you remembered exactly who you were talking to. This was Namjoon who had held back your hair when you were sick, Namjoon who had sulked when you easily beat him at Mario KART. God he was terrible at video games. You chuckled at the memory of him trying to play but somehow ending up going backwards.

"What is it n/n?" He questioned, his hair falling over his eyes when he turned round. You brushed it out of the way, hoping his stylist wouldn't get annoyed at you. It was better that him blowing it off, at least.

"How do you say thank you in English Joonie?" You looked into his now non hair covered eyes expectantly.

"Do you not have Google y/n?"

"You know we can't have phones out here! Just say!"

"Agh, fine, it's thank you."

"*Thank you.." You repeated, cautiously. Your voice wobbled slightly at the end, making the sound come out a bit wrong.

"Try keeping your mouth more open at the end and it'll sound better. Try again, thank you."

"Thank you." You tried again, following his instruction.

"That's better! You did good! Practically fluent already." He joked, before turning back around as to not to be rude to the people on the platform speaking.

Stray kids were all off the stage now, Daesang in their clutches. It was impressive, they were a relatively new group and they had such a large fanbase already. You were almost jealous.

・・・・・・

It came time for your own group to go on stage, and being their leader, you were going to give the first speech. You bowed to the audience and the cameras, trying to contain both your tears and your grin so it didn't feel like your grin was splitting your face in two. You took the mic in your hand and began addressing everyone.

"I want to thank everyone who made it possible for us to get here. We appreciate and love you all so much. You are all so special to us and we could not have done this without all the constant support from you. We love you, THANK YOU!"

You looked to Namjoon as you finished in English and he smiling proudly at you. You tried not to get your eyes lost in the crowd and you were startled slightly when one of your other group members stepped forward to give their own speech. Duh. This is what you had practised. You quickly moved out the way, only to find Namjoon still watching you, giving you a thumbs up from his seat and grinning ear to ear.

・・・・・・

You rushed down to see him as soon as your award was in your hands and you were leaving the stage, awaiting the final goodbyes from the hosts. You didn't even listen to them as you spoke to Namjoon.

"You did so well! Your international fans will love it! I thought you were brilliant." You blushed at his words, glad that he of all people thought you had done a good job.

"I wish I could speak English like you Joon, its not fair, its going to take me so long to learn. I tried to get a tutor but I just don't have time with training and our comeback."

"I could teach you?" He offered, making you do a double take. Namjoon teaching you? The idea made you nervous.

"You would do that for me?"

"Of course y/n, you mean a lot to me, and I want to help you out."

"Then, yes! I'll text you, no, I'll call." You rushed out, the words spilling out your mouth. Namjoon laughed at you, making you stop speaking. Why was he laughing at you?

"I'll see you later y/n." He waved at you before walking away leaving you happy and excited at the side of the seating area by yourself. Instantly, your bandmates rushed over to you.

"What was he saying? You're bright red." One member asked.

"He's going to be tutoring me in English. Alone."

Your phone pinged from your bag and you hurriedly got it out.

Namjoon: "So, about those lessons."

Taglist: @dreamescapeswriting @sparkyprotectionsquad @bang-me-chan

Credit: Header by @vdimpl

#namjoon x reader #rm x reader #kim namjoon x reader #rm #rap monster #bts x reader #bts #idol!reader #bts fanfic #kpop

[yungisstar1117-writes]

ATEEZ Reaction To Y/N Accidentally Sending A Slutty Pic (Pt.2)

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PART ONE

I’d like to make it clear this is fiction. This is not a realistic/fact-based representation of the guys it’s just my opinion. Don’t be stupid, only send nudes in a committed relationship. AND NEVER PUT YOUR FACE IN THEM

Ateez x fem!reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Nudes, masturbation, sexting, use of baby, use of noona, use of love, use of master, use of cub,

Taglist: @jwnghyuns @serialee @galaxteez @a-soft-hornytiny @yunhospuppy @mychicagodaddyjohnny-deactivate @ferryberryhwa @nyghtwolff-1117 @yuyusmist @mabeloveseonghwa

(dm me/send an ask if i forgot you or you’d like to be added ❤️)

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San:

One Unread Message From: Stylist Noona >:)

San smirked and opened messages, expecting another long message about why he should never due his hair without asking for her help again. To cut a long story short he ended up with pink ends, blonde hair and dark brown roots. Definitely not a high point in his life. However when he opened his messages to your perfectly manicured fingers in your mouth, he quickly ushered the makeup stylist doing his eyeshadow away.

He was now all alone in the room, with nothing to do but stare at the way your soft, plump lips completely devoured your fingers. San bit his lip as he imagined how they’d look going in and out of your mouth, the pretty moans and slurps that would come from you. Checking himself he saw his suspicions were correct, one pic and you’d got him hard 20 minutes before a stage. Just as San was about to reply another message from you came through.

{💌} Stylist Noona >:) :I wish it was you in my mouth instead, Baby

”Fuck Y/N.”

San groaned as he quietly palmed himself through his leather pants, pretending his hand was yours. Leaning his head back his groans became louder as he pulled himself out of his trousers, running his hand up and down quickly as he let out little hisses from sensitivity. Only half-knowing what he was doing he picked up his phone, quickly clicking on video and recording himself masturbating. The video was then sent along with a message.

{💌} Sannie : I wish I could paint your face like a pretty canvas, Noona

San chuckled to himself as his hand kept moving, knowing you’d probably become embarrassed and delete the messages when you saw you’d texted the wrong person. Sliding his phone on the desk San relaxed more into his chair, his strokes becoming slower as he tried to draw his orgasm out slowly. His session was soon interrupted by the familiar sound of his notification, one of San’s perfectly-shaped eyebrow raising in surprise as he saw it was shockingly from you.

He opened his messages and instantly let out a loud groan when he pressed play on the video you had sent, carefully watching as you bounced on your hands. San almost seemed to growl at this, his movements becoming faster and more erratic as your moans poured from the speaker. He tugged his pants to his knees as he panted, cheeks flushed as his gaze became hazy. Soon San came all over his thighs, coating them with liquid as he let out a relieved groan. He then jumped in his seat when a knock came at the door, keeping forward and his hands over his lap as the person popped their head in. 

“You’re on in 10, San. Get ready.”

San let out a flustered cough before nodding, letting out a relieved sigh when the person left.

”Fuck that was close.”

Mingi:

Mingi let out a huff as the coach slowed to a stop, the bright shop lights outside the window shining onto his face as he stared out of it. All around him people were either asleep or on their phones, with Yunho resting on his shoulder. He glanced at the boy and let out a chuckle as he moved some hair out of his eyes, the boy smiling and cuddling into Mingi’s shoulder more in his sleep. Just as Mingi bent down to search for his headphones, his phone vibrated in his bag. He quickly fished it out, glancing at the notification.

One Unread Message From: Y/N ;0

Mingi smiled and unlocked his phone, expecting an encouraging message for his first performance after his hiatus. Truth be told he was more nervous to face everyone than he let on, only letting you know of his deepest fears. All these sombre thoughts soon evaporated from his mind however when he saw the picture you had sent him, shocked to see you like that.

Your body was barely covered by a blood-red lingerie set, your position on the bed showing off your thighs and legs. Mingi gulped, quickly checking Yunho was asleep before replying. His hands almost shook as he typed, his cheeks bright red as the image of you in such revealing clothing. Whether he liked it or not, that mental image was printed in his mind for life.

{💌} Mingle Pringle: If I turn up with a boner on live tv, that’s on you bro

You replied soon after, your tone light-hearted and slightly suggestive.

{💌} Y/N ;0 : I bet Atiny will love that, Ik I will Mingles. If it’s that much of a problem, come over to mine after the stage?

Mingi scoffed, running a hand through his hair with wide eyes as he let out a breath he didn’t know he had been holding in.

{💌} Y/N ;0 : I’m yours for the night, Love. Hope you can get outta there quick enough ;)

Mingi glanced down at his pants, a tent forming just as he expected. Feeling Yunho stir on his shoulder Mingi quickly shut his phone off, looking at the yawning boy in surprise as he laughed groggily. Yunho leaned up, kissing Mingi’s cheek before standing up.

”Oh please, don’t let me interrupt your sexting. I’ll go see what San is doing.”

Wooyoung:

Wooyoung held his head and screamed quietly into his mouth as he threw his pencil down. Ten minutes away from the end of his library tutor session and his brain hurt, the numbers swirling around on the page. He honestly just can’t be bothered with maths, calculators exist for a reason. Blinking repeatedly Wooyoung slapped his cheek, knowing that he had to focus for the test coming up.

The problem was he couldn’t concentrate for long, the maths homework soon blurring as he slumped against his hand. Giving up Wooyoung laid on the desk, resting his head on his arms. When he was seconds from sleep, a loud bang on the table scared him. Wooyoung jumped in his seat, curling away from the sound as he held his chest. Standing there was you, clearly pissed off judging by the textbook that was previously in your hands now on the table.

”What the fuck?!“

”My thoughts exactly Wooyoung! What the fuck are you doing taking a nap during our tutoring session? Does your maths book look like a pillow to you?!”

Scoffing you folded your arms as Wooyoung nodded at you, the younger boy yawning and stretching while ignoring your glares.

”Well?”

”Well what?”

You let out a laugh devoid of happiness, leaning down and grabbing his ear tightly. Wooyoung winced as he let out a hiss.

”Apologise Woo. That’s what big boys do when they fuck up.”

”Alright, alright! I’m sorry okay?!“

Satisfied you let out a last scoff before letting go, taking out your phone. 

“I’m gonna send you the video of me explaining how to do the questions in this book, only use it if you really need help Woo. And before you start plotting, the questions are different in the video so you can’t just copy the answers. See you next week, okay?”

Nodding as he rubbed his ear, Wooyoung let out a little hum before picking up the textbook and putting it in his bag. Mumbled curses left his mouth before he said goodbye and made his way to his dorm. Eager to get the extra work out of the way Wooyoung opened the video as soon as he got home, headphones in to block out the sound of his noisy roommates.

Nothing could prepare him for what he was about to see however, the sound of your sweet moans as you tweaked your nipples filling his ears. Wooyoung’s eyes blew wide as he snatched the headphones out of his ears, quickly pushing his chair away from his phone which lay face down on his desk. He rubbed his eyes violently before slowly dragging himself back to his desk, cupping a hand over his mouth when he saw the bracelet on your wrist since your face was out of frame.

“Fuck, it’s actually her-”

Licking his lips Wooyoung was about to tell you of your mistake when he paused for a moment. He held his ear, the ghost of your hand pinching it with no remorse stalling his actions. Perhaps God had given him a chance to get even with his always-angry tutor. Letting out an evil chuckle nothing would be able to wipe the smirk off his face as Wooyoung texted you back.

{💌} Y/N :Lovely suckable tits Noona but i don’t understand how it’ll help me solve the equation. Perhaps i’ll have to come over so you can explain in person?

Jongho:

Laying across the cool metal of the bench he was previously lifting weights on, Jongho sighed and wiped his face with a towel, letting out puffs of air. He quickly unscrewed his water and hungrily drank it, tired and hot after an intense workout. Looking down at his tank top he wasn’t surprised to see his whole top half was covered in sweat, the top now soaked. 

 “Oh fuck it, it’s already wet.”

 Using the last of his water Jongho poured it over his head, shaking his hair out as he sighed at the refreshing feeling of the cool liquid. Patting his face dry once again Jongho rifled through his gym bag until he finally found his phone. Holding down the power button as it restarted, Jongho cocked his eyebrow when his screen started filling with messages from you.

Curious to what it was you were texting him Jongho opened messages, taking another swig of water. This however was soon spat out due to the picture of you on the screen. Two of your fingers were pressing onto your clit through your visibly-soaked panties. this was followed by two more messages and an audio. Jongho rubbed his eyes in shock before quickly turning around and surveying the area. This area of the gym was empty but it was a public space, there’s no way he could- 

 Wait, could what? You’re his roomate, why is he even thinking about- Oh god nonono he’s such a pervert how could he?? Jongho groaned and put his head in his hands, his emotions conflicting within him. Did he really just think about masturbating at the gym?! In public?! To a picture of his roomate?! What the fuck were you doing to him..

 Jongho’s hands started sweating as he tried to figure out what to reply, lifting his head up as he tapped his knee nervously and bit his lip. Surely this wasn’t for him right? But then who would it be for, you didn’t have a boyfriend. His fists now clenched at that thought, him not even being able to imagine you’d do something so stupid. It must’ve been for him, he really hoped it was for him. Running his hands over his face Jongho let out a breath, calming himself down as he glanced at his phone again, reading the two messages with a gulp. 

{💌} Roomie: Fuck, I really need your help Cub, can you come over? 

{💌} Roomie: Please Cub, Master just wants to feel good 

 His heart slightly deflated at your words, now knowing it wasn’t for him. I mean, why would you ask Jongho to come over to his own house. But there was still a slight twinge in his stomach as he reread your words.

 Need your help. Cub. Master. Feel good. 

 Jongho let out a groan as he twitched in his shorts. He knew he shouldn’t, he knew it was wrong and pointless, but either way he quickly snatched his headphones and connected them, playing the audio you had sent. Your breathy moans filled his ears, broken up every now and then by a little squeal.Jongho’s now looked at his crotch, shaking his head when he saw his defined erection.

He let out a shaky breath before finally typing out a reply, quickly turning on airplane mode and walking out the gym, deciding to shower at home. He tied a jumper low on his hips, hoping to hide his erection. He looked at his messages fleetingly before turning on his music, hoping he had made the right choice. 

 {💌} Jjong: We need to talk when I get home.

© 𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝟏𝟏𝟏𝟕-𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬. 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝.

#star's library {📚} #ateez reacts #ateez smut #ateez suggestive #san #san ateez #san reaction #choi san #san smut #mingi #mingi smut #mingi ateezz #mingi reaction #song mingi #ateez san #wooyoung #wooyoung smut #wooyoung ateez #ateez wooyoung #jung wooyoung #jongho #jongho reaction #choi jongho #ateez jongho #jongho ateez #ateez

[hopelesshawks]

Okay.... I actually wasn't going to give you any requested but I am very insecure and your opinion kinda matters to me so I thought about an actual decent request 😅

Could you please make a headcanon of hawks getting a haircut after the war arc, since I'm pretty sure fire is not a very healthy way to cut it

And reader as the top hairstylist is just surprised to have to tend to such an important person but he wasn't smiling or using his Hawks persona

You don’t have to be scared to send in requests Love! I’m still more than happy to complete one for you just one I can actually do 😅 like this one!

Headcanons for Hawks x hairstylist!reader + a little Drabble at the end

It probably starts out as a necessity thing

Like you said fire can’t be a healthy way to cut your hair 💀 so he tries to go to some random cheap place at first but then when he sees the results he’s HORRIFIED

So by the time he gets to your chair it’s a mess and he’s apologizing but also absolutely praying you can fix it

Ends up having to wear it even shorter for a little bit and while he knows it’s not the most dramatic change ever it still feels weird

Is so proud when it starts to grow long again but decides to redo the sort of undercut thing he has going on during war arc just with an actual stylist doing an actually good job

He’s so appreciative of you for both recovering his hair and helping him find a middle ground he actually likes now that it’s out

Starts pubbing your business literally at any and every opportunity

Like you were already doing well before but now business is exploding it’s insane

But you always have a slot for him

Takes him a full year to realize it’s not normal for hairstylists to be willing to work at 10pm to match a pro hero schedule bc he’s oblivious as fuck

Starts leaving you flowers and little notes, takes another full year to finally confess to you

The sound of the bell chiming above the door draws your attention as you look up to see your favorite customer coming through your doorway. You smile at him and it turns into something particularly soft when you notice the bouquet in his hands.

“I told you it’s my pleasure doing your hair Hawks and you pay me. You don’t have to bring in flowers to thank me too,” you chuckle fondly, gratefully accepting them anyway before putting them in the vase you now keep at your station just for the flowers he brings you.

“I gotta confess these aren’t thank you flowers,” he chuckles scratching at the back of his head sheepishly.

His hair’s starting to get long back there again, you’ll have to trim it soon.

“Then what are they?” you ask.

“Ulterior motive flowers.”

“Oh really now?”

“Yep!”

“And what’s your ulterior motive?”

Keigo’s cheeks go a little pink when you ask and he gives another nervous chuckle. It’s adorable but you can’t help but wonder why he’s on edge. Does he have a big favor to ask? Is he switching to a barber?

“Do you want to go on a date? With me?” he asks instead and it makes your eyes widen almost comically.

“Uh, yea, yea! I’d actually really like that,” you tell him beaming and the smile you get in return is almost blinding.

“Great. How does tonight sound?”

“Tonight sounds perfect.”

#hawks headcanons #keigo takami headcanons

[river-bottom-nightmare]

Nightwing 79 Review

i said i would and i will. i did like this issue! not as striking and attention grabbing as 78, but i think this issue was meant to be a foundation one, laying out the groundwork for the future. overall, pretty good. also there wasn't enough bitewing. as promised, overly extensive metaphors and me reading too much into things under the cut

i know i've talked about this cover before, but this particular thing is oddly important to me, so i'll talk about it again

this is me, once again screaming about how artists put nightwing in traditionally feminine poses and how every time i see it i just get whiplash. i mean, true, the main reason why is because nightwing is a so often sexualized character, and putting him in these poses just increases the objectification, which is a goal that dc producers have. but there are very few popular male characters that do this. the only one i can think of off the top of my head is deadpool, but that was so obviously a critique and a way to make fun of the media industry. when they draw dick like this, they’re being serious. they’re putting him in appealing poses meant to show him off, and that’s something that’s traditionally only been done to women.

it's a very direct and very loud breaking of traditional gender roles in media, especially for a character as high-profile and historic as dick grayson. colour also plays a factor in this. the entire background is pink. i was absolutely shocked when i first saw it, when the teaser came out, because i cannot think of any comic book covers of male comic heroes this high-profile where pink is even just prevalent in the cover, let alone the majority of the cover. the pink does look beautiful: it offsets and highlights the black and blue of dick's suit gorgeously, but does it with more finesse than orange or red. but the fact that the stylistic choice was made to accent and draw this cover with aesthetic and beauty in mind, completely ignoring traditional hard-set gender rules in art, was a conscious choice and one i wholeheartedly support.

just another example of the sexualization i was talking about. i remember seeing harley quinn in this exact pose in suicide squad.

so far, taylor's been pretty dead-set on bringing alfred to the forefront of importance in this series. he wants people to know how much he loves alfred's character, and how much the butler meant to dick growing up. he was dick's father too. but what i adore is how taylor managed to stress alfred's importance in a way that didn't insult or belittle bruce.

this is one of the best bruce and dick interactions i've seen, and it's done in one simple interaction. in this, bruce is tough and harsh. he knocked dick down hard, but then he reached a hand down and helped pull dick back up. let me analyze their dialogue for a minute

on your feet: this is bruce telling dick to get up. he's trained dick, he knows what the younger boy is capable of, he knows his limits, and he knows what dick can do. this is bruce telling dick i know you're strong enough to get up, so get up and prove me right

are you just going to knock me down again?: surface-level, it looks like dick's complaining. he doesn't like bruce's rough training, and he's tired of bruce knocking him down. but look at his face in this. he's smiling up at bruce, knowledgeable and a little hopeful. he knows that bruce is doing this to help dick better himself, he's completely on board with the rough training, because they both know the rewards are incredible. also, he's teasing. he's bantering with bruce. there's an ease in that joking statement, one that belies affection and intimacy. they've only known each other for a little bit, but they're already slipping into a close familial relationship.

it depends on how fast you learn: this is bruce bantering back. this is bruce not being a stoic, unfeeling asshole. instead, he's shown with the dry humor that a good batman writer knows is a staple of the character. he's teasing dick, telling him he'll basically whoop his ass if dick doesn't learn fast enough. it's incentive for dick to train harder, while also being lighthearted enough to tell dick that believes in dick and doesn't want him to push himself too hard.

gosh i love the titans. also it looks like wally's staring at dick's ass.

this was cute. a prod at dick's silly and playful sense of humor, while not dumbing him down for the sake of a laugh. instead, he's joking about food, which is stuff everyone jokes about. this is the kind of stuff that'll actually make me laugh, instead of just making me vaguely uncomfortable.

bludhaven's almost always portrayed as a cesspool of a city. and to be honest, it really is. but this panel gives the city a meaningful history, while also giving us a reason for why dick moved there.

it talks of a time when people still thought they could beat the monsters. that if they fought hard enough, they could win the fight. it was a tentative hope that you could always overcome hardship.

dick's little "i like that it's still standing" shows how he still believes that, despite what the rest of the world thinks. despite everything that he's been through, dick is still tentatively an optimist, and believes he can fight the monsters of the world and win. it's a beautiful testament to his character, and i'm like that they added his signature element of hope back in. it used to be what he symbolized as robin, and despite his growth and character arc from robin to nightwing, this is one aspect of robin that i'm glad nightwing still has.

remember when i said "things that make me vaguely uncomfortable??" yeahhhh,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

Shooketh Dick: A Sequel

(the expressions in this series are just,,,,on point)

this was an incredibly sweet and kindhearted thing for dick to do, but i found it kind of,,,,,,,,desperate? maybe that's just me, but let me explain.

dick's suddenly a billionaire, and he has entirely too much money that he knows what to do with. it's also alfred's money, what the man left to him, so dick forever links it with alfred. in addition to that, he's back and bludhaven and looking at it with "fresh" eyes. (at least, from a different point of view since he got shot in the head. then mind controlled.) he's desperate to do something with the money and he's desperate to help the people around him that so obviously needs up, so he comes up with an on-the-fly solution that's a little impractical and a little crazy, but it still helps and still does some good.

to me, dick seems a little lost. he hasn't completely found his balance yet, and he's trying to do things that will. he tries charity, because that's what bruce did and it's what he knows, even though he admitted that he always thought bruce could have done more as bruce wayne than batman.

they have a family group chat guys yall were right.

also, do i think that dick would ever actually get his wallet stolen?? no way in hell, he’d notice someone getting ready to pickpocket him a mile away. but i suppose it’s important to the Plot. 

okay this is getting interesting. first blockbuster, now maroni (+ the weird heart stealer guy). i can officially say that i am intruiged

this particular artistic quirk is shown a lot in this issue, and from this art team in general, but i feel like this panel is one of the best examples of it. it was stunning enough to take up a full page, and it’s well deserved.

the way they show dick moving is absolutely brilliant. as a reader, i like seeing these smaller versions of dick getting clearer and in more detail as they come closer to the screen. not only do they show depth in the picture beyond what a simple 3 dimensional piece of art does, it also shows the passage of time.

in addition, it showcases dick’s skill. dick spots these mobsters running after a group of petty thieves. he then, and follow me here, leaps off the roof of one building feet first, springboards backwards off the side of the adjacent building with his feet, gracefully continues his backflip, rights himself, shoots a line with perfect timing: just in time to soften his landing but not slow him down, execute said landing on top of a moving bus, keep running on the moving bus without missing a beat, shoot his grapple, use the grapple to swing, use the swing to build up momentum, then use the momentum to deliver a powerful blow to the mobsters. and he did all that fast enough to catch up with the mobsters, even though he was a ROOFTOP OVER. 

d a m n  s o n

this panel, the very first in the issue, is also another example of that art style, but a little more distinctive. i love the way they showed dick’s different costumes through the ages, along with him simply growing up. it’s a little heartbreaking, but a lot uplifting to see how far he’s come. thank god he got rid of the red. now all we need is the fingerstripes, and we’ll be golden

discowing my beloved. also i can’t clearly see discowing’s hair but it definitely looks like it’s pulled back. it looks like he put it in a ponytail. guys. guys. dick had a ponytail omg. 

he’s having a Hero Moment

are you talking about the city, dick, or are you talking about you? the kgbeast, the court, the joker. dick fell to each one of them, no matter how hard he fought. he won in the end, eventually and with his family’s help. but i think he’s feeling a little low, a little defeated right now. it’s almost like he needs a win, he needs to feel victorious, he needs to feel like he helped someone (hence the food and the hotel room), just because he needs to remember what it feels like.

these lines were supposed to resonate with you, and goddamn they did.

i looked at it from two ways. first, it’s the girl asking, begging nightwing not to hurt them. bludhaven doesn’t know dick the way gotham does, they’re still a little frightened of him. this child was brave enough to step in front of all of the other hurt and homeless kids and ask, to a strange man in a mask, if he was going to hurt them like the other men had. it’s heartbreaking, but commendable, and an echo of the city itself that dick’s decided to protect. they’re bloody and broken and terrified, but still gritty and brave enough to stare what they fear in the eye and ask it not to hurt them.

second, it’s dick seeing the question reflected in himself. recently, he got shot in the head and lost all his memories. while i think that the way ric reacted was a perfectly valid and human response to the situation, i think dick still regrets how callously and rudely he treated his family. then, he was manipulated by the court of owls, then he was brainwashed with a magic crystal by the joker. dick does have a guilt complex. it’s not a big as bruce’s, but it’s there. and right now, with this girl begging her not to hurt them, dick is probably thinking about all the times he hurt people, in control of his own actions or not, bc he “didn’t have a heart.” 

little ambitious don’t you think, dick?

also just look at the sunset colours loOK at the they could not make this any more obvious oh my godddddddddddddddddddddddd

in conclusion, i need more of her

#dick grayson #nightwing #nightwing 79 #nightwing 79 spoilers #dc #dick grayson meta #nightwing meta #nightwing 79 meta #dc meta #river thinks too hard

[flooffybits]

By Your Side

Idol: Handong (Dreamcatcher)

Life as an idol always brought pressure to their lives. It was just a matter of communication for them to keep going.

A/n: Dongie i love you and i wish you nothing but good things

☕buy me a coffee☕

Everyone was understandably exhausted when you looked around the room. Right after promotions, your schedule had been packed with interviews and various appearances, that it was a little surprising. Yet to see the gradual rise in Dreamcatcher’s fame was more than worth the exhaustion.

Your days had been filled with practices, both for the concert and for Kcon. Your energy was slowly depleting with how many hours you would spend at the company, just to get everything right, down to the last note and pose.

The girls were a little worried whenever you came home, drenched in sweat and exhausted that you barely had the energy to move, but thankfully you made sure not to neglect your health and joined them to eat whenever you could.

“I think you should take a break.” A soft voice tells you, and you don’t need to look when Handong’s reflection stares at you from the mirror of the practice room. “I’m okay, I’ll be done in a bit.” You answered while stretching your legs, but your girlfriend pursed her lips at your answer as she stepped closer, placing her hand on your back and pulling your attention back on her.

“Y/n, I know that we have to practice, but you don’t have to do this every day. At this rate, you’re going to get yourself hurt.” She said worriedly while gently squeezing your shoulder and you pause what you were doing to look at her, smiling as you reach for her hand and press a kiss to her fingertips. “I’ll be okay. It’s just a bit of practice. Plus, Sooyeon unnie said that there’s always room for improvement.” You explained, yet that didn’t seem to satisfy the slightly older woman as she crouched down.

With a small tug on your hand, she asks for you to be facing her, one you instantly comply with, before she’s settling herself between your legs and wrapping her arms around your waist. The action surprised you, drawing a laugh from your lips as your girlfriend made herself comfortable, smiling when she felt the vibrations of your laugh as she rested her head against your chest.

“Dongie, I need to practice.” You try, yet you make no moves on pushing her away. “You need to rest.” She argues, looking up at you with a pout. “You can practice while I’m gone to do my birthday live.” She negotiates and with the way she was looking, it was impossible for you to say no.

So in the end, you were both cuddling in one corner of the room as your members began to arrive, all of them looking a bit relieved to see that you weren’t pushing yourself past more than what you could handle. They each shot your girlfriend a smile before proceeding to start with their own stretching whilst Handong did her best to keep you comfortable.

When you’re all done and ready to practice together, Handong comes bouncing into the room with Bora at her tail, grinning as she holds the decent sized cotton candy. “Look what I have!” The dancer grinned while waving the sweet up in the air and Gahyeon laughed at the pout on her roommate’s face. “I’m never making cotton candy again.” She sighed before looking around the room for you.

Her search doesn’t last too long because Minji was already gesturing to your hunched over form with Yubin fanning your face and Siyeon quietly talking to you. The worry on their faces was clear enough for your girlfriend as she faced the leader.

“She’s okay, just a little tired.” Minji sighs, crossing her arms across her chest. “Even Sooyeon unnie told her to take a break.” Yoohyeon muttered while tying her hair up. “I think we should really get some food into her system before we head home.” She adds.

“Real food though, not convenience store food or instant noodles.” Gahyeon added with a huff. Since you’ve all been out so late, no one’s had the time or energy to cook. And as much as Bora tries, most of you are already passed out by the time she’s done cooking, having settled for whatever was easiest to cook.

“Let’s go home for tonight.”

..

On the day of the concert, you’re more than ready to perform. Since you didn’t really have to dance for the first night, you were a little relieved that you could just sit down and catch your breath.

Of course, that didn’t really stop your girlfriend from doting you. Since she’s gotten so used to seeing you worn out at home, she couldn’t help but check on you when she could. And maybe it was the exhaustion, but you really didn’t mean to snap at her or seem ungrateful.

“I’m fine, Handong, seriously.” You groaned when you fixed your in-ears. “I just think you should-”

“I said I’m fine.” You grunted, scowling as you grabbed your things and your girlfriend shuts her mouth, watching you as you left the dressing room and Gahyeon looked worriedly to her friend before lightly patting her arm. “I’m sure she didn’t mean it, unnie.” She tried to assure, and as much as Handong wanted to let it go, she’ll admit that it hurt.

She just wanted to help you.

As the concert went on, neither of you made it apparent that you’ve had an argument off stage. And even though the girls could sense the tension between you, they made sure to keep it subtle as they took charge of the concert, keeping the atmosphere light where they initiated the conversation with both of you just so it wouldn’t seem too forced.

Whenever you all had to sit on the couch, you were a little relieved that Yubin was the one closest to you and that it wouldn’t be off for people to see you not interacting with her.

Though at that point, you were already feeling guilty for being angry with her in the first place. You understood why she was so worried and she was only trying to take care of you. Had it been anyone else, they would have done the same thing she did now that you looked at it.

And it was her birthday, today.

God, just what kind of girlfriend were you?

Glancing at the Chinese woman, you smile when you see her messing around with the maknae, and when you look back, Yubin was already smiling at you, almost a silent message that you quickly understand from your roommate.

When you have to go backstage to change your clothes, you quietly slip past everyone and head to your corner before your stylist goes to retouch your makeup. And with how busy everyone else is, neither you nor your girlfriend have the chance to talk. Though, she does steal glances at you through the mirror to see how you were coping.

A yawn passes your lips, and right as you attempt to rub your eyes, your stylist stops you with a hand to your wrist before lowering it. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you, Y/n.” She warns and you pout before nodding your head. “The concert is almost over, so just hang in there.” She says encouragingly while Yoohyeon hands you a cup of water.

While waiting for everyone to finish, you decide to head for the stage first, thinking it’d be best to give everyone more space to move around.

You flash your members a small grin as you head for the door, and pass behind your girlfriend. She doesn’t see you when you’re near, but she feels the small squeeze to her hand as you pass before she’s turning around, only to catch a glimpse of your back as you exit the room.

When she looks back, Siyeon is already grinning at her. “You guys will be fine.”

And while Handong knows that, she couldn’t help but sulk when you still wouldn’t meet her eyes or come near her throughout the concert. It was as though you were deliberately trying to avoid her, and it confused her to no end just what exactly was going through your head.

Though she really should have known by now. After four years of friendship, and two years dating, she should have known that you wouldn’t just let the argument pass without letting her know just how sorry you were.

So by the time she started to hear everyone’s personal messages for her, she had held her breath as she waited for your voice because even when she was able to keep her tears at bay with the other’s messages, she’s not sure if she would be able to keep her cool by the time you spoke.

You were the only one who could bring it out of her.

And everyone knew that, which was why they decided to have you speak last.

“Dongie!” You smile at the camera, waving as you try to keep your voice low. “First of all, happiest birthday to the love of my life.” The girls snicker behind the camera and Handong had to stop herself from smiling as she heard them. “We missed a lot of time together the past year, but we have many more to make up for it.” You say with a tiny smile. “When you left for the survival show, I have to admit that I was a bit scared because I thought that the time away might have changed our relationship, but I was so happy when you finally came home to us.”

You look as your manager gestures for you to wrap up and you flash your best smile. “I’ll keep taking care of you, just stay with me forever, okay? I love you, and happy birthday.”

Hearing the sincerity in your tone and finally seeing you come to join her made your girlfriend’s eyes glossy with unshed tears, and you smile at her as you gather together on stage, adjusting your shirt.

But right as the cameras started to roll again, you were all surprised to hear another message coming through your in-ears, and you had to pause whilst Handong looked even more shocked than everyone as her mother’s voice greeted your ears.

Listening to her message seemed to be the final push for Handong to finally burst into tears and your members did the same as you listened. As hard as she tried to cover her face, Handong listened to her mother’s message while trying to control her crying, biting her cheek just to hold back a sob and you hurry to grab a tissue to wipe her tears away.

When you meet each other’s eyes, you had offered her a soft smile while lightly wiping away her tears despite the continuous downpour. Seeing as you tried to fight back tears of your own only pushed her to cry harder before you moved to take her into your arms and let her cling to you as you continued to listen to the rest of her parents’ message.

..

“Mind if I come in?”

Gahyeon looked up when you lightly knocked on their door and a smile bloomed across her face before n she nodded her head. “Of course, unnie! I was just about to use the bathroom.” The maknae lied, sending her roommate a little smile before she hopped out of the room, shooting you a wide smile as she did, making you chuckle at her antics.

“She’s cheeky.” Handong comments as she brushes her hair and you offer to take over when you extend your hand out. Silently, she gives you the brush before you sit behind her. “Well, she cares for both of us. It makes sense.” You mutter when you begin brushing through the long strands of gold, carefully taking out the little bits of glitter left on her head the best you could.

“It’s not usual for us to be fighting, so she’s worried.”

You hum at her words and the silence stretches. While you try to think of what to say, Handong is still thinking about the events of the evening and she can’t help the way her eyes tear up again because right after the concert, she had received a message from both her parents, wishing her a happy birthday once more.

You don’t realize that she’s crying until the quiet sniffles eventually grow audible enough for you to hear. Setting the brush down, you carefully turn your girlfriend around until you’re facing each other and you can see her slightly reddened eyes.

You’re careful when you let your thumbs gently run under her eyes before pressing a kiss on her eyelids. Pulling her to your lap, you press another kiss to her temple this time before letting out a soft breath. “I’m sorry for snapping at you earlier. I was tired, but I shouldn’t have taken it out on you.” You apologize and even when she tries to disagree, you’re already shushing her.

“It was wrong. Even if you try to tell me otherwise, I shouldn’t have gotten upset when all you were trying to do was make sure that I was fine.” You say with a frown that it makes your girlfriend cringe before bursting into laughter. “Don’t do that, it’s not cute!” She teases and you crinkle your nose before joining her in laughing.

“I’m trying to apologize! Come on!”

You both burst into fits of giggles and Handong feels much better now that you were able to get whatever weight you had off your chest.

Her hand lands on your cheek when you both calm down. Her heart felt full and there was honestly nothing else she thought could make this an even better birthday than it already was. She was able to spend the day with her second family, InSomnias, and then received the surprise message from her parents.

And most of all, she was happy to just have you by her side, even after she had left for China.

“I love you.” She whispers and she sees as your expression softens before you place a kiss against the palm of her hand. “I love you, too.” You tell her right before she’s tugging you closer and you meet her halfway, pressing a tender kiss against her lips.

And honestly, what was a better way to end a perfect night?

#girl group #girl group scenarios #girl group imagines #dreamcatcher #dreamcatcher scenarios #dreamcatcher imagines #dreamcatcher handong #handong dreamcatcher #handong #handong scenarios #handong imagines #dreamcatcher x reader

[bts-weverse-trans]

201125 Weverse Magazine ‘BE’ Comeback Interview - V

V: “I wish we were back with ARMY, laughing together” BTS BE comeback interview 2020.11.25

During V’s photo shoot, he’s wearing a different expression in every photo on the monitor. They create a tension and an anticipation because we have no way of knowing what he might do even one second later. But the result is cool from start to finish. It’s V.

How are you doing these days? It’s been a long time since you were able to see your fans. V: I’m not over-stressing about how I can’t meet the fans face to face right now. I just want to see them when it’s safe to meet. I think now, I can wait until then.

As your song says, “Life Goes On.” You decided to keep going on with your life. V: We have to move on. We can’t feel defeated forever. I felt a lot better after making some songs.

Other than working on “Dynamite,” you’ve spent very little time away from home. How do you pass the time when you’re by yourself? V: I really like just spacing out, so I’ll sit in my room doing nothing for hours. I could try putting on a movie, but then I couldn’t concentrate and would just zone out. When that happens, it’s kind of like I’m living without a thought or care in the world. Maybe I should make a song about all of this someday. Probably call it “Spaced.” (laughs) Anyway, these days I’m looking for ways to keep myself happy.

Have you found anything? V: Well, I’m listening to LPs lately. It’s getting to be Christmas season and I love snow, so I bought two or three Christmas LPs to listen to. I’m also listening to old jazz songs by Frank Sinatra and Sammy Davis Jr. Frank Sinatra is cool, like chilled wine; Sammy Davis Jr. is crazy talented. (laughs)

So that’s the type of performer you find cool. V: Those two were also a big inspiration to me while we were working on “Dynamite.” Sinatra has all this jazzy body language, but he also threw some disco in there. And I imagined how Sammy Davis Jr. might dance if there were a mic on stage and he had to dance around it. They were a lot of help when I was finding a way to be upbeat and cool at the same time in “Dynamite.”

I guess making “Dynamite” must have been some consolation even when you couldn’t meet fans due to COVID-19. V: We couldn’t put on a concert and couldn’t see ARMY, so we were feeling more and more drained. It seemed like an endless battle. We really wanted to see ARMY feeling better, so we had to get back up on stage and make another album so that together we could beat this thing. I want to be the friend who’s always cheering ARMY on, but there aren’t many ways to make them feel better.

How was the whole “Dynamite” experience? You made it to the top of the Billboard Hot 100 and also had a chance to perform in a variety of different styles. V: Shooting the Tiny Desk Concert was a very natural process, which was nice. But actually, with the situation being what it is, we couldn’t really feel much. The day the news came out was of course thrilling. It was great, actually, all of us calling each other and some of us laughing and others crying: “We haven’t gone down the wrong path after all! Turns out we had a chance—it really was possible!”

While you were performing in “Dynamite,” you were also the visual director for BE. I’m sure you were unimaginably busy taking photos, but were you able to communicate well with the other members? V: We communicated smoothly, and I listened to all of their concept ideas and I organized everything around that. If we tried something too natural, it wouldn’t be conceptual enough, so we did our best to strike a balance.

You had everyone sitting in the middle, with the set arranged symmetrically around you. V: That was made possible thanks to everyone having their own ideas. There was no overlap between items, which actually allowed us to create a sense of unity by placing all these different props symmetrically. It wasn’t intended to be symmetrical; each member really did choose something unique.

In your room, you included a violin and a photograph. V: That’s a picture I took. I like photos and drawings, but if I had used any art then I would’ve been using that one particular artist’s work, so I thought I’d better use one of my own photos. I ended up choosing the violin because I learned how to play it but also because I enjoy classical and jazz.

So how do you feel it turned out? V: I made it, so naturally I like it. (laughs) Part of me thinks I should’ve tried something more conceptual. BE was supposed to give off sort of a magazine or poster feel since we didn’t shoot many of those, but it ended up having more of a natural feel to it. But I did think that the next time we try to make a photoshoot conceptual we should move away from that natural look a bit. The group explained their ideas clearly and they were simple enough to do, so I think it all went really smoothly.

It sounds like there were no problems choosing the songs for BE. How did you feel recording your parts on the other members’ songs? V: I like “Dis-ease,” which Hobi hyung wrote, but stylistically it was challenging. It’s really far from my own style so it took a long time to get used to. “Fly to My Room” used to be my favorite song, but it was also the hardest to sing. It was okay at first, until Jimin jumped in.

What about Jimin? V: Because I had to keep up with Jimin, the song went up maybe three keys. I thought I would die. (laughs) It started out as my favorite song, but it was just way too hard to sing.

But why did you have to sing that way? V: Jimin said he was sorry, that he couldn’t go any lower. (laughs) When I first heard the demo version, the key was perfect for me, so I thought it would sound great and I should definitely do it. But then Jimin said he wanted to do it too, so I said, “Great, let’s do it together.” Turns out we went up three keys. So I said, “Hey, what’s the deal? Should I just give up?” But, well, somehow it all worked out in the end. It was a happy ending. (laughs)

People might be able to hear that part better because it’s so much higher. (laughs) The tone of your combined voices and the way they contrast is really impressive. V: Yes, but all that aside, it was quite the struggle. (laughs) And the chorus is really long. I think it repeats, what, four times?

Yes, it feels like the chorus never ends. The production style is very unique. I like how the emotion is carried through the whole way. V: I agree, but it’s so long. The chorus turned out crazy, like I was kind of beating the melody into people’s ears. (laughs) The chorus is good, but the whole song’s melody is really catchy. Whenever I heard the beat, I was totally into it. The way the vocals pick up on the beat and the melody was so original and fun, I just had to do it.

What instructions did you give to the other members when they were singing on your song, “Blue & Grey”? V: I didn’t really have to give them instructions much. I told them it would be nice if they could think of all their problems and then try healing those wounds with their voices, since if they focus on those emotions, there’ll be more feeling in the song. They all did a good job expressing the emotions I wasn’t able to.

It seems like you intended “Blue & Grey” to be a melancholy song. I heard you had originally planned to put it on your mixtape. V: I wrote “Blue & Grey” when I was at my lowest point, when I was actually asking whether I could keep going with my work or not. Even the fun parts of work became a chore, and my whole life felt aimless. “Where do I go from here? I can’t even see the end of the tunnel.” Those kinds of thoughts hit me hard.

Was there a reason for that? V: It was when work was a major challenge. When I’m happy, I want to work, and when I’m happy I can put on a smile and see the fans, but there was just so much work to do. I’m an easygoing, you know, laid-back person, but I was stretched too thin and I was starting to sputter. What I mean is, I was having a really tough time, and thinking, “What’s waiting for me at the end? It’s important to be successful, but I’m also trying to be happy, so how come I’m not happy right now?” That’s when I started to write “Blue & Grey.”

So writing the song was sort of your way of bringing yourself some peace of mind. V: There was a time I was going through something like this. I was having the toughest time, but I couldn’t keep carrying that feeling around with me. Instead, I could use it as a kind of fertilizer. So I took care of that feeling by constantly writing it down in my notes. I just kept writing everything down, and when finally I felt like I wanted to try writing a song, I did. After the song was finished, I felt a sense of accomplishment, and that’s how I was able to let go of “Blue & Grey.” That was one way I wanted to try getting over my problem.

The songs you make or sing solo on all have similar images: night; loneliness; snow. V: I like nighttime and the late-night air, and when it snows, too. I liked those things since way back when, but lately I feel things like snow and the night air keep me alive. They may just be another part of normal life to other people, but to me, they represent very special moments.

That makes me think of the ending from “Blue & Grey”: “After secretly sending my words up into the air / Now I fall asleep at dawn.” V: I don’t really sleep well. I toss and turn and get caught up in a lot of thoughts. Even when I turn out all the lights, I can see everything clearly. I close my eyes, but all my thoughts spread wide open. Then I’m sleepy at work, and staring off into space when I’m alone, with bags under my eyes, but if I want to avoid that then I really have to sleep. Except, with the way I am, it doesn’t allow for it. I wrote about that in the first and second verses; a feeling like, “When I’m stuck thinking like this, everything is grey, and I’m all blue.” I wrote these feelings out as a song, and now that I’m thinking about it again, I’m actually over it. I feel a lot lighter. I sent my words out into the air, and now I fall asleep at dawn. You’re supposed to sleep at night, but I’m sleeping in the morning again. So I say “good night,” but it’s not actually a good night. “I pass out because I’m exhausted” kind of thing. It’s the emotions I felt in those moments that I wanted to express.

What do you hope hearing about that feeling will do for listeners? V: Rather than just some stranger telling them to cheer up, I think it’s better to say something like, “You seem depressed lately,” or, “Seems like these days it’s tough for you to perk up.” “Blue & Grey” is the same: “You’re depressed lately? Me too. We’re in the same boat. Wanna talk about how you’re feeling? You wanna feel better, right? I know, but sometimes it feels like you’re being washed away by a whirlpool of stress.” I want the listeners to hear me saying that to them.

It’s important to express your emotions right away when they’re so overwhelming. V: Yes. I usually write a lot of songs when I’m feeling emotional, but these days I have so many different things to do that I can’t really write anything. I tried to write something before when I had a little time, but nothing came out because the feelings I had were already gone. So I tell myself, “You gotta write a lot when you’ve got the feels!” (laughs) And then I open my notes app and come back to old notes, like, “Ah, so that’s how I was feeling back then? I see. Well, that’s how I used to be, I guess.” So I tried to write “Blue & Grey” quickly, as soon as a big feeling came on.

Then it’s important to revisit those feelings when you’re producing a song or choosing which songs to release? V: If you can’t bring the feeling back, you can’t make the song, either. I release a song if I feel it expresses who I was and how I felt at the time when I wrote it. Even if we record it perfectly, if the result sounds artificial, I would rather release another, more honest sounding song instead, even if it’s not perfect.

Are those the kinds of songs you selected for your mixtape? V: Um … I don’t know. This is my first mixtape, you know, so I feel a ton of pressure about it. I’m thinking all the time about what kind of album I should make so that I can feel satisfied with it. The title track is the title track, but everyone also says to just leave it as it is, but I keep getting the urge to keep putting in more and more.

You usually write and choose songs based on your emotions. Maybe the pressure to make your first mixtape comes from you having a hard time with that. V: I think it still has a long way to go. Maybe it’s because it’s my first mixtape, but it’s so hard. And I feel like it’s a little lazy. People tell me just to put it out and see how it does, but I’d rather know what needs to be fixed before I release it. I also don’t want the title track to be depressing. I want it to be positive and help people beat those depressed feelings. But it’s not easy.

That sounds a lot like what the members conveyed with “Life Goes On.” V: I think we showed the current situation in a very straightforward and honest way. We’re still going, going, going. And the going is tough. But it doesn’t end here. I wish we were back with ARMY, laughing together. I hope we’ll all be happy in the future and keep on doing our own best, cherishing our hope for our happy future.

Trans © Weverse

#bangtan #taehyung #weverse magazine #comeback interview #201125 #2020 #be album

[meltwonu]

8. “Like what you see?”

19. “Take off your clothes.”

48. “You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad.”

notes; idol!soonyoung x stylist!reader, mirror fucking, dirty talk, a little praise kink😗, softdom!soonyoung, oral(fem receiving)/fingering, also waiitttt this is hot😳🥴but u have to imagine 191227 kbs gayo soonyoung with the mesh shirt ykwim, i actually want to sew my own rendition of these green outfits tbh like the seamstress in me is so in love with the green shades and silver accents just *chefs kiss* maybe when i’m not lazy LOL, anyway!! Thank you for liking my long posts😭💕 jdkksfh I know I can’t shut up… This ‘drabble’ is 2200 words bc I got carried away dkjfsf ☠️ And thank you for requesting! Enjoy! 💕

“Take off your clothes.”

Soonyoung pretends to be scandalized; eyes wide and lips parted in an over dramatic gasp. “You didn’t even buy me dinner first~” He jokes, already slipping off his fluffy coat as you roll your eyes.

“Soonyoung, please. I need you to behave and help me pick out the clothes that’ll decide what the rest of the performance unit members will wear. I’m behind and I need to get hip hop unit’s clothes picked out after.” You let out an exasperated sigh, pulling the rack of clothes closer to the two of you as Soonyoung stands and faces the tall full length mirror.

He slides his shirt off, lips in a pout when you toss a silky button up his way. “You’re overworked and you need a break. When was the last time you slept?”

“Try this one first, please. And yes, I’m aware. It’s busy this time of the year, I have a lot of things to do and who knows if I’ll even sleep before the new year.” You say it jokingly, but the look in your eyes tell Soonyoung it might not all be in jest.

“You need a break, baby.”

“I know, okay? Just try this damn shirt on first and we can talk about that later.”

Soonyoung looks good in everything he tries on, but everything he’d tried on so far didn’t seem to have the look you were going for.

“I don’t know… I feel like these black suits are overdone and the uniforms just look too formal, y’know? Maybe we should go for something casual… Maybe more sexy?” You help Soonyoung out of a brocade blazer, tossing it onto the rack as you sigh. “I don’t know, Soonie… You look good in everything but I don’t know what’s the mood right now.”

Soonyoung laughs as he unbuttons the pressed black button up before he, himself, starts going through the rack of clothing. “I’m telling you, you’re overthinking this.” It goes quiet for a bit as he sifts through the rest; a small ‘ah ha!’ leaving his lips when he picks out a dark green velvet lined blazer with matching pants.

“There’s no shirt with this one?” He asks.

“There is, it’s---here.” You help him out, pulling the hanger with the mesh shirt out. “I--I wasn’t sure about this one since it’s gonna be cold. I can put a shirt under it if it’s... y’know.”

“Lemme try it on!”

He shoots you an eager smile; letting you do your job as you help him into the green ensemble.

Your throat goes dry once Soonyoung slips on the blazer and you can’t deny the way your body warms up at the sex appeal that Soonyoung naturaly exudes in the outfit.

“Like what you see?” He grins, doing a spin for you.

Fuck.

“Um--uh…” You’re at a loss for words, suddenly shy with the way Soonyoung shoots you a knowing smirk. “You just saw me with my shirt off so why are you shy now?” You don’t know how to explain it to him, but the mesh shirt that paired with the blazer gave the outfit a sense of flirtatiousness and sexiness without being completely bare.

Soonyoung’s eyes twinkle in a familiar way and you can only gulp knowing exactly where this was going.

“I think… You need to take that break right now.”

“F--fuck, Soonyoung don’t---don’t get the clothes d-dirty!” Whining, you place your hands on his clothed shoulders the second he drops to his knees; still dressed in the outfit as he rolls his eyes up at you.

“It’s fine, if anything it’s just a ‘lil dust. Now shut up and let me eat you out already.”

He had backed you up against the tall mirror, soft praises on his lips the entire time before he’d kissed you hard and slotted a leg between your own. Teasingly, he pressed his chest against your own; smirking when he saw the lust pooling in your eyes when you felt his, essentially, bare skin against your clothed chest. He knew the effect he had on you and it definitely hadn’t been the first time a fitting session ended with more clothes off than on.

Soonyoung pries your legs apart, leaning in and pushing your skirt up until it bunches up around your waist. “You really need a break, baby. When’s the last time I even got to eat you out, hmm?” He doesn’t give you much of a warning before he’s leaning in and licking at you through your panties; a soft moan on your lips at the feeling.

“Ugh, fuck, but it’s me that has to clean it, Soonyoung…” Muttering, you watch as he focuses on teasing you; flattening his tongue against your covered folds and the action has you grinding down onto his tongue, biting your lip at the way him not bothering to move your panties only intensifies the pleasure.

He lets you do as you please; your soft and quiet cries the only noise in the empty changing room. “Oh, Soonyoung…”

Smirking, he slightly pulls away as he brings his fingers up to pull your panties to the side. “I know, baby. Let me make you feel good.” You nod slightly, hazy eyes fluttering shut when you feel his tongue on your skin.

You let out a long groan, head thrown back into the mirror as Soonyoung drags his tongue from your entrance to your clit; flicking at the nub with the tip of his tongue. “Fuck, you’re--you’re such a tease…” You whine, to which he chuckles against your skin.

‘I could be worse,’ he thinks.

He drags his tongue down until he can dip it into your entrance, teasing you when he repeats the action over and over and you quickly find yourself wanting more than just his tongue.

“Fuck, I want m-more…”

Soonyoung takes pity, knowing that this was a much needed break for you. So he brings his fingers up to your folds, collecting the wetness on his index and middle finger as he looks up at you.

“This is cute and all but I do hope you remember we’re on a time crunch.” Grinning, he positions his soaked digits at your entrance before fully sheathing them inside of your tight warmth in one fluid movement. You cry out his name;  body on fire when he curls and scissors his digits just the way he knows you like it.

“Mm, I could eat you out all day. Get you up on that makeup table and eat you out little by little in between sets until your entire body is trembling.” Soonyoung pauses, thrusting his fingers into you hard. “You’d be so cute too, baby. Imagine your ‘lil pussy all wet for me, ready to take my cock after a loooong show. I’d bend you over the sofa and give you what you want. Fuck you nice ‘n good and make you come home with me so I can fuck you again while we get cleaned up in the shower. And you’d be so fuckin’ wet I bet I could slide my cock right into you, huh?”

Soonyoung’s words combined with the skillful flicks of his wrist are almost enough to throw you over the edge. 

But the two of you knew you wanted more.

“G-god, Soonyoung, please! I’m so---so wet you can fuck me n-now!” You harshly whisper; hips moving on their own to meet his hand. The said male smirks, licking his lips before he leans in once more to flick his tongue against your clit.

“You deserve it for working so hard~” He coos.

You’re not sure what it is, but Soonyoung has a fascination with mirrors. You don’t know if it’s because he has to watch himself so often in them, but he takes any chance he gets to fuck you in front of one.

Not that you’d complain.

“Palms flat against the mirror, baby.” You watch through the mirror as he shrugs off the jacket; tossing it haphazardly behind him as it falls to the ground in a lifeless heap. “Goddamn it, Soonyoung! I’m gonna have to dry clean that!”

He can only smirk, repositioning himself behind you as he meets your not-so threatening glare. “You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad. Remind me next time to rip something instead.”

Soonyoung undoes the button and zipper of his pants, shimmying his underwear down just enough for him to wrap a hand around his cock. He lets out a groan as he thrusts up into his palm; smearing the precum down his shaft as you squirm and wiggle your hips. “Soonyoung, please hurry…”

“Ah, guess you’re right. Wouldn’t want someone to walk in on us, would we?”

He moves your panties to the side and positions his cock at your entrance, already inching in before you can open your mouth again. “Oh? You really are soaking, baby.” Your tight warmth sucks him in deeper and when he meets no resistance, he fully bottoms out inside of you as you cry out.

“Fuck m-me, please! I can’t w-wait any longer!”

Soonyoung chuckles under his breath as he draws his hips back, “You’ve been workin’ so hard, baby. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.” He thrusts into you slowly; letting you feel every inch of his cock before he starts a moderately quick pace. “I wish we had more time but, ah, still so much work to do, huh?”

You nod shakily, eyes clamped shut as you focus on the feeling of Soonyoung’s skillful thrusts that are angled perfectly to tap your g-spot. “Ngh, I--y--yeah…”

“Baby, look at me when I’m speaking to you.”

Soonyoung’s voice is gentle and warm, yet firm. And more than enough for you to blink your hazy eyes open. “Suh---sorry…” You mewl.

His stare pierces through the mirror and you can’t deny how attractive Soonyoung looked fucking you in the mesh top that he hadn’t bothered to take off either.

“Ah, look at how cute you are falling apart on my cock. So fuckin’ pretty.” He grits his teeth, already feeling the pleasure building up in his body. “Mm, gonna make you finish up the rest of your workday with my cum inside of your cunt.”

You clench around his cock as you mentally imagine his cum pooling in your panties and soaking through the material while you still had to deal with the other members. “Please… Soonyoung… I--ah, wanna g-go home with your c-cum dripping, mmh, down my t-thighs…”

He lets out a whistle, shaking his head slightly before he laughs. “Since you said please. Touch your clit for me, baby.”

Reaching a hand down, you use your index and middle finger to rub soft circles on the swollen nub; moaning into the mirror and fogging it up as you tighten up around his cock.

“Fuck, baby, I don’t think I’m gonna last much longer…” He mutters.

You can only nod and work your hips back to meet his own thrusts, “M-me too…” You hear him groan before he doubles his pace, fucking into you faster as you feel your body shifting more and more towards the mirror. You rest the side of your face against it, breath fogging it up as the two of you chase your orgasms.

Neither of you know how much time is left in the fitting session, but you really hoped nobody walked in on you slumped against the mirror with your skirt bunched around your waist and Soonyoung with his cock out.

“Cum on my cock, baby. Get it nice ‘n wet before I fill you up.”

You work your fingers quicker on your clit, this time alternating between pinching the nub and rubbing harsher circles to throw yourself over the edge.

“Oh, S---Soonyoung, ‘m c-cumming!”

It only takes a few more perfectly angled thrusts before your orgasm washes over you and Soonyoung’s name rolls off your tongue in a hurried, jumbled mess and through the haze, you can vaguely hear Soonyoung’s groans as he follows suit; hips stuttering and losing rhythm. 

You moan at the feeling of his cock throbbing inside of you just as he moans at the feeling of your walls fluttering and tightening around him; the two of you slowing down your movements as you let the warmth wash over your already heated bodies.

“Fuck…” He mutters.

A sheen of sweat covers his brow and he’s quick to run a hand through his hair as he watches your body tremble underneath him. He chuckles under his breath; letting the remnants of his orgasm ebb away before he’s slowly easing his cock out of you.

You moan at the emptiness and your sticky hand quickly finds purchase on the mirror again to keep yourself upright. Your panties slide back into place like they’d never been moved and you bite your bottom lip when you already start to feel his cum soaking into the fabric.

“Ngh, Soonyoung… I feel… s-sticky… and we---we need to c-clean up...”

The said male is three seconds from laughing when there’s two sharp knocks on the door that have the both of you going rigid at the same time.

“Hey, um, our fitting sesh should’ve started 15 minutes ago. Just… letting you know. We’re... behind.”

Vernon’s shy and quiet voice pierces through the awkward silence and through the mirror you meet Soonyoung’s red cheeks and sheepish smile.

“Oopsies~”

#hoshi smut #soonyoung smut #seventeen smut #svt smut #hoshi scenarios #hoshi imagines #soonyoung imagines #soonyoung scenarios #svt imagines #svt scenarios #seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #hoshi #soonyoung #svt fic #seventeen fic

[lov3nerdstuff]

Hi Kay!

I just wanted to take a moment and say how deeply moving (and overall comforting) I find your writing to be! I've gone through almost the entirety of your masterlist twice in the past month alone and have found myself returning more often to the pieces of literature/poems your reference sometimes. (Especially that one poem by Benedict Smith! I've read a few more by him because of you and they're just wonderfully lovely 💛 so I'm eternally thankful to you for including it.)

I may be wrong in assuming, but I believe you may have studied/are currently studying a degree involving literature. I hope this isn't too foreward of me but I was wandering if you have any other works of literature that you'd recommend? (I'd love to read anything you recommend from poems to plays 💛) I'm slightly embaressed to say but the works I've read are quite limited to a highschool level and since I'm currently studying Pharmacy, there are very few people who can recommend me such moving works. :)

I also feel like I should apologise for writing such a large ask, so please accept this apology as well hehe 💕🥺

Sincerely,

Bek 🌻

Hey there Bek 💚💕✨

First of all... I'm incredibly sorry for how long it took me to reply to this ask, I know you sent it weeks ago and I'm honestly just ashamed of myself for only replying now! I've been taking a bit of a Tumblr break again, or rather a break from literally everything, and I guess not having written anything in a while made me feel guilty whenever I opened Tumblr, so... All I can say for myself really is that I'm sorry you had to wait so long! Again, I never ever ignore anyone, I promise! It just sometimes takes a while for me to reply 😅🙈

Now, I'm so happy to hear that you've been enjoying my writing! 🥺🥰 Hearing that it's comforting and inspiring to you is honestly such a relief and indeed does make me happy more than I can say 💚 It's so cool that you're checking up on all the references I make aaahhh 🥺🥺🥺 I love it 😁 You're always more than welcome, love! I don't think I could stop including references to literature, culture, history and the science around it even if I tried 😅☺️

And yeah, I did study classics and newer literature as a minor for my undergrad degree 😄 But tbh I still work with literally a lot even now (I'm in grad school for media and cultural studies) even though it's technically not something I've been properly taught ☺️ I'm just a nerd who likes to learn on her own, and with media and culture you can pretty much delve into almost anything you want 😂😅🤷🏻‍♀️

Now, it's not forward at all to ask me for literature recommendations! 😁😃 I truly love recommending stuff!!! I have a few up my sleeve, even though you've probably heard of a few already, for obvious reasons: A lot of what I truly enjoyed reading was something Tom Hiddleston has worked on in one way or another! It's truly a magnificent guideline for picking new literature... Just look up the literary origins of his films/shows/plays and you will be in for quality literature most of the time! I don't think I've ever mentioned it on here, but me reading High-Rise (JG Ballard) because I heard Tom would be partaking in the film adaptation was actually what sparked my love and passion for literature!!! Yep, it's that good. Now on to the recommendations though 😁(This... got rather long):

Plays

Anything by Harold Pinter really, but for obvious reasons you'll find a lot of additionally fun stuff for Betrayal, which is lovely and truly funny if you're in on the kind of humour btw

Medea by Euripides (a classic, but I love it nonetheless... You can find translations in almost every language) ((and pls stay away from Seneca's Medea, because ugh... Euripides is far better AND the og story, as much as anyone can say that for Greek mythology)

La Bohème by Puccini (I know, this is technically an opera, but if you read the libretto it's honestly just like a play... And if you're up for it, the og story is in prose and written by Henri Murger... It's better than the opera, but oftentimes more difficult to find) ((this one is hilarious and basically explains an entire cultural subgroup in the 19th century)

Faust by Goethe (many people hate it, but I LOVE this one!!! It's also been translated into any and every language, and it's so interesting philosophically!!! It's also referenced SO freaking often literally everywhere, and the operas and ballets based on it are always my fave) ((there's technically Faust I and Faust II, but you're good to go just reading the first one)

Anything by Shakespeare, obviously... Though I do love me my Hamlet like every other literature enthusiast (Yes, I can do that one famous soliloquy in act 3 scene 1 by heart as well...)

Poetry

Again, anything Shakespeare for the win, but I LOVE the sonnets and keep a copy of them with me most of the time (Yes, I own multiple copies of the sonnets...) ((My faves are 116 and 91, but there's always so much truth to be found in there!!!))

A lot of the stuff William Blake wrote is amazing, though you have to pick carefully with him if certain religious motives aren't your thing... I love The Tyger, which is an individual poem, and the collection of works called Tyger, Tyger which does have many good ones and a few ones that are a little more on the mediocre side

Do not go gentle into that good night by Dylan Thomas (I know this one by heart as well... It's beautiful, and there's a version of Hiddleston reading it on YouTube, which gives you even more goosebumps than the poem does anyway)

Invictus by William Ernest Henley (same for this one, also read by the one and only) ((I love to read this when I'm feeling down or powerless))

The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T. S. Eliot (This is another wow piece with many quotable lines and truths... I love it a lot and keep coming back to it! It's also a great example of how literary modernism tried to condense the complexity and passing of time and history into a single frame that had to be intrinsically poetical in nature... As in, this poem could've been a short story in any other period, but modernists loved to make everything a poem so here you go)

Der Zauberlehrling by Goethe (This one sucks in all English translations I’ve found, poetically speaking, but in German it’s such a fun piece! If you’ve ever seen the Disney ‘The Sorcerer’s Apprentice’ with Mickey Mouse or listened to the orchestral piece by Paul Dukas, then this poem proves very useful in truly understanding either! But again, the English translation should only be taken for informational value... The German one is also worded hilariously)

Prose

Short edited by Alan Ziegler (This is a collection of short prose forms that honestly is a must for me... I love this book to pieces and have had it for years now! It’s an international anthology, so you’ll find more and less famous authors from all around the world represented with short stories, prose poems, short essays and just curious and interesting snippets of writing! I draw a lot of inspiration from this book)

High-Rise by JG Ballard (As mentioned above, I owe this book part of my personality... I don’t think I would be the same person without having read it. It’s not necessarily full of wisdom, but if you’re interested in a different kind of portrayal of the human condition, then this is the read you need to take a look at)

The City of Dreaming Books by Walter Moers (This is another piece that changed my perception of literature, even though this is a more ordinary and ‘fun’-value read... It’s one of my favourite books and it’s endlessly entertaining! So if the classics are a bit heavy for you, this one is perfect for casual readers as well! Its value really does lie more in the realisation of how fun literature can be, and the freedom you have as an author... So really, I could recommend everything by Moers, his style is amazing both in the German original and in the English translation. Yes, I’ve read both.)

Good Omens by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett (This is comedic gold, stylistic gold and generally a bloody perfect book. Also a ‘fun’-value read, but it also does a magnificent job at showing you what you can do with literature, and how well-developed characters are supposed to be written)

The Penguin Book of the Undead (Penguin Classics) edited by Scott G. Bruce (This book is basically an education on fifteen hundred years of supernatural encounters and how culture wrote, used and perceived them. You get introductory texts for different periods and social groups, explaining how and why ghost stories were written and used, followed by passages of the prime source texts (eg. ancient necromancy shown on The Odyssey). Really, this book is just for cultural history nerds)

The Earthquake in Chile by Kleist (This isn’t necessarily one of my faves, but it has helped me understand what studying literature and culture can do for you. In case anyone remembers my insistence in Wicked Game that you gotta know what a pomegranate symbolises... this novella is such an instance where this knowledge would prove useful. Generally, it gives many opportunities to think about privilege and circumstance)

The Symposium by Plato (You’ll probably not want to read the entire collection of speeches tbh... But the concepts introduced mainly here and in some of Plato’s other work are well worth looking into! For example, the ‘double being’ introduces a concept that in modern fiction is called soulmates... Just sayin’)

#literature #lit rec #recommendation #literature recommendation

[lilhawkeye3]

I don't know if they thought curly hair was too complicated to animate or something, but for some reason, ALL the clones in TCW have straight hair. It comes off as a simple stylistic choice with the standard crew cut, but then you have characters like Tup and Hunter. And since Trace Martez exists, we know they CAN texture curly hair now, and it doesn't look like it was all that complicated either. I guess in the case of Tup and Hunter we have to chalk it up to mutation in-universe.

Alright. Here’s an image of Trace and Rafa Martez.

I’m gonna say this kindly as a curly haired individual: I would not say Trace has textured curly hair in the show. She has a textured hairstyle meant to represent curls.

Rafa has some waves in her hair that do end in a little curl, and while in real life I would say she probably has one of the “B” classifications for curly hair and appears to have a stronger curl pattern than Temuera Morrison. That said, the animation is still fairly blocky and only represents her having curls.

This gif even shows it: Trace’s hair just... doesn’t move. It’s completely fixed. At least Rafa’s has a bit of sway and bounce at the bottom ringlet.

My honest opinion? The actual animation program itself is not designed to handle curls. What we see with both Martez ladies is that the CG part of their hair is very blocky, but the “texture” comes more from the hand-painted look.

This is something Filoni pushed from the start: CG animation was the new thing in 2005 and George Lucas wanted to use it for the show, but Filoni was a hand-drawing artist. He worked on Avatar the Last Airbender, for example. The way he could keep that feel with Clone Wars was to paint each “panel.” Thus, you had a merging of the two. Here’s a segment of a direct quote from Filoni, taken from this article.

“I wanted it to look like a painting— you see a textured, hand painted style on every character. I have texture artists who literally paint every character right down to their eyeball, because I wanted that human touch on everything.” -Dave Filoni

I actually looked into what program they used (at least for the earlier seasons). In 2008, it was produced by a company called Autodesk, and here is the announcement of them using the software. In the announcement, it mentions that one of Autodesk’s first (and main) developments is AutoCAD, and that their programs are meant to simulate real-world developments. Yeah... AutoCAD is an engineering/architechtural program. It’s very formulated and rigid because so are the materials it needs to simulate.

Here’s an example of a plant designed using a more recent version of AutoCAD (from the Autodesk website). Even with basic colors, it’s clear to see how its older versions would be best for a show full of armored troopers, ships, destroyers, walkers... pretty much every part of Star Wars except for the people, tbh.

The program, and thus any later ones developed off of it, was not equipped to program curly hair. It’s not in their coding.

The other problem is Lucasfilm was outsourcing the animating for most scenes to a team in Asia (as per the linked announcement). That’s not cheap. When you introduce a character like Tup, who is a smaller supporting character, it’s far easier to just use the already developed clone CG model and have his hair tied back so it lays flat. It’s logistically not worth figuring out curls for him.

Hell, look even at Anakin or Obi-Wan’s hair in the first seasons (just search gifs on tumblr tbh). It moves together in chunks, if at all. The last season does have more improvement, but by then 1) it’s ten years later, so animation programs have evolved significantly, and 2) they’re at Disney.

I may hate on Disney for a lot of things, but Disney and Pixar have pioneered so much for digital animation, including hair actually (i.e. Tangled & The Incredibles). And... it’s Disney. They’ve got some of the best technology out there, even if it’s just for a TV show. 

But, back to the clones. Take a look at any of the Sideshow collectible figures available for the clone troopers from the show. Even the short haired troopers have wavy definition to their hair, and for Tup it’s pretty clear he has a curl texture, just that it’s been tightly combed back into a bun.

To help, here’s a trio of images: the left is Temuera Morrison around when he was in Star Wars. The top right is the Showtime collectible of ARC Trooper Fives. The bottom right is Fives in the show. It’s clear they attempted Temuera’s curl texture on the figurine. If you look closely at Fives’ hair from the show still, it still attempts to show that but flat painted on the CG hair panel.

And here’s the clearest image I could find of Tup’s hair. Again, they tried to show his texture with the flat hand-painting.

¯\_(ツ)_/¯ They tried. Kind of. It just doesn’t translate well.

So, to sum it all up: the clones don’t have pin-straight hair. The animation makes it look that way because it is limited in its coding. But for the more realistic versions of the troopers, they’re shown to have some hair texture.

I don’t think they were being purposefully ignorant or racist by keeping the clones’ hair straighter. The style of animation chosen really was just not equipped to handle any type of curly hair pattern.

[For those of you wondering why they chose it though, one of the main reasons for the style was because they wanted motion capture for battle scenes. And y’know... after seeing the Ahsoka vs Maul fight in the final season... yeah, valid decision on that end.]

That said, something that was within the animation team’s control that we should be angry about is how they lightened/whitewashed the clones and Boba Fett in the series.

But that’s some tea for another time... ☕️🦅

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