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uncloseted · 3 years

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How to make your Instagram bigger ? it’s silly that i’m asking this , coz i always do not give a flyin damn about ig followers and this whole blogging , social media popularity looks for me so shallow and i don’t wanted to be on that constantly chasing rating mob , that’s why my account was private for a long time .. but here i am now , that almost everyone who i knew is recommending me first upfront to work on my Instagram for my job . My dream job is acting , modeling . Do you have any tips or recommendations? my account is public now and i post even professional photoshoots and hq content , but my following is staying very low .. ( i have 139 followers)

I actually recently started working as a social media manager, and I have a lot of friends who are actors, so I think I can help! Here's how you can get new followers and up your engagement with your current followers:

Identify your niche. What categories of content do you make? You want 3-5 "content pillars" based off of what your followers will want to see. For example, on this blog, my content pillars are something like "life advice", "Skins content", "commentary on social issues", "fashion advice" and "answering your random questions". Knowing what your pillars are help you to know what kind of posts your followers are expecting.

Figure out your overall "vibe". Are you aiming to make content that's relatable and funny? Aspirational? Educational? Seductive? The "vibe" that you're giving off should be present in all of the content that you post. This is the beginning of figuring out what your personal brand looks like.

Engage on your account daily, whether that's in the form of grid posts or stories.

Instagram seems to prefer videos that feature a person's face, so getting on InstaStories and just talking to your audience or posting Reels is a good bet. For acting and modeling, this type of video content might be monologues, skits, or fashion or posing advice.

Use the interactives on your stories. Instagram likes it when you ask a question, post a quiz, do "this or that" posts, use the sliders, etc.

If you're doing a grid post, leave a question in the caption for people to answer in the comments.

Reply to all the comments and DMs that you get.

Hashtags are important for getting your account seen by new people. Use a mix of smaller hashtags (under 50k posts) and bigger hashtags that are specific to what you're posting. Location specific hashtags can be especially useful.

Once you find some niche hashtags that fit your content, like and comment on the top nine posts within those niches. The comment should feel authentic to the content of the post that you're commenting on and ideally, organically highlight that you make similar posts on your account.

Find out when your audience is online most frequently and post at those "peak activity times".

In your Instagram bio, put your niche, explain what it is that you do or offer, and put a call to action (click link in bio, check out my highlight reel, DM me, if you want to work with me, email my management at this address, etc.). You probably want to include that you're an actor/model, give contact information, and put where in the world you're located.

Put keywords in your bio, alt-text for your photos, and captions for your grid posts in order to optimize your posts for search engines.

Tag people that you shoot with in your photos and post about every new project you work on, big or small.

Make sure that your profile picture is one where your face is clearly visible- a fun, headshot-type photo is best.

For modeling in particular, the goal is to show potential clients that you can do the work. Here are some tips for how to do that:

For your grid posts, focus on images that show your personality, body shape, and facial features. These don't have to be professional photos, but they need to show that you have potential and that you know how to pose. If you have a phone, you can take self-timer photos of yourself. A mix of photos that feel like a photoshoot and photos that feel more "lifestyle" and show your personality are good.

Minimize the amount of editing you do to your photos if you do anything at all, since you're trying to show that you're a natural talent.

Define your aesthetic- what makes you unique? What's your style? What ties all of the photos on your account together? What makes them stand out from other people's accounts? What's your overall vibe? Are you an edgy high fashion model or a girl-next-door lifestyle one? What colors are prominent in all of the photos that you take of yourself? You want to have a brand identity that feels authentic to you and lets you show off your personality, while also carving out a niche for yourself.

Follow the accounts of smaller photographers you want to work with and (authentically) comment on their posts.

Follow the accounts of small and big modeling agencies you're interested in, and submit to them when they have open calls.

If you want to be a bit more ballsy, you can hashtag modeling agencies in your posts or reach out to them through DMs. If you reach out through DMs, you can attach digitals of yourself and say something like, "I’ve been hearing wonderful things about your agency and would love to work with you". Include your age, height, measurements, and citizenship in the message.

You can also hashtag or tag brands you want to work with, particularly if they're smaller brands and you're showing off their clothes in one of your posts.

This isn't an Instagram tip, but if you haven't already, I would recommend submitting digitals to modeling agencies. Having an agency is by far the best way to get modeling jobs, and many of them are constantly accepting submissions.

For acting in particular, the goal with social media is less to show casting directors that you can act. It's more about building your brand and showing that you can attract an audience. Here are some tips for how to do that:

Tell stories on your InstaStories or on Reels. Comedic stories tend to do really well because they keep people watching, so talk about an audition that you totally bombed or a weird thing that happened to you today.

Post about all the work you're doing, whether it's a short film you made yourself or a professional project.

Unlike with modeling, you want to really show off your personality in your grid posts. A feed that's filled only with professional or semi-looking professional photos of you is less helpful in this case than a feed with a mix of content.

Your instagram bio should give a clear idea of who you are. Something like "18. Actor. Member of SAG. Black Belt." is nice because it lets casting directors know that you're an actor, roughly what age range you can play, whether they can hire you for their production, and a special skill that you have. Also link to your reel or your website in your Instagram bio, and make sure all your contact information is prominently displayed.

Follow casting directors on Instagram, since they'll let you know when open casting calls are coming up. It can also help to follow managers and agents on Instagram. You don't want to like their photos, tag them, or DM them, as they tend to find this inappropriate. Just use their accounts to keep up with what's going on in the industry. If you're going to reach out to them directly, do it through their business email instead.

This isn't an Instagram tip, but if you haven't already, I would recommend setting up accounts on Backstage, Actor's Access, Casting Networks, and other casting websites that are specific to your location (like NYcastings.com if you're in New York). These will let you know about in-person open casting calls or open casting calls where you can submit a self-tape. Some cities also have Facebook groups or other online groups that post auditions. Look for "[your city] directors," "[city] casting," or "[city] actors" type groups or websites. If there are universities in your area that have film programs, also check to see if there are student films being made. It's also a good idea to take a (legitimate, non-scammy) acting class, since acting teachers can sometimes connect you with opportunities and you'll hear about opportunities through your classmates.

The most important thing is for you to have a demo reel that casting directors can look at. Reels are a one- to two-minute-long edited video collection of your best performances. If you haven't been in anything, you can use self-tapes that you've submitted, film yourself doing monologues, or stage scenes that look like they could be part of a larger project. Reels give casting directors an idea of whether or not you can act, what you look like in motion, what you sound like, and let them see if you've been in anything that's noteworthy.

With both acting and modeling, it's really a numbers game more than anything else. You have to keep submitting- to casting directors, agents, and management as well as professional opportunities. The best advice I can give is to set a number of submissions you're going to make every week and to make sure you hit that number. You can't be hired if you're not on the casting director's list, so you need to make sure you're consistently putting yourself out there.

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keelywolfe · 4 years

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Drabble: Not A Side-Eye (baon)

Notes: Gilded_pleasure made a mention recently that they love the way everyone at the Embassy seems to be somewhat protective of Edge. That Edge thinks he's a complete hardass and everyone knows that beneath his pointy exterior lies the soul of a true marshmallow.

It's so true, poor boy, so of course they are all invested in his happiness.

Tags: Spicyhoney, Established Relationship, Domestic Fluff

Part of the ‘by any other name’ series.

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The Embassy was always a hub of activity during the day. On the first floor were meeting rooms for visitors, mostly Humans and Monsters without security clearance. As one went further into the building, entry was more limited. The higher the floor, the more clearance required, and the basement levels were the reverse, the deepest levels restricted to those with the most security access.

Edge’s office was on the third floor and despite the necessity of limiting access to the floor, there was always a flurry of activity around. Mailroom clerks delivering paperwork and carefully screened packages, personal assistants rushing from room to room to with time sensitive messages, even the occasional Monster from Security strolling through the floors at odd hours for inspections that were on a schedule privy to very few.

Edge could always tell which of the security personnel were personally trained by Red; their placid expressions were unreadable, their eyes coolly observant as they scanned their surroundings. And so, it was a good guess that his brother hadn’t trained the Monster who was looking at him now. They were all but staring, watching him make his slow way through the hallway.

“Can I help you?” Edge asked coolly. He refused to be self-conscious about his scooter, it was a necessary medical device, thank you, and not open for mockery.

“Huh? Oh, no,” the Monster waved him off with a self-conscious little laugh, another clear sign that Red hadn’t had a hand in his training. “Sorry, it was just…you know…” He lightly tapped the side of his face and Edge might have been further offended if it weren’t very clear that he didn’t mean the obvious crack in his socket.

“I’m afraid I don’t know,” Edge let his voice drop from cool to icy, “would you care to explain?”

Once, that tone would have inspired fear in whoever it was directed at and while that wasn’t exactly his goal, it was dissatisfying for the Monster to only shake his head, muttering another apology smothered with amusement as he turned and walked down towards the elevators. Edge only watched him go, more perplexed than upset.

It might have irritated him more if it weren’t for the fact that he wasn’t the only Monster giving him strange looks this morning. There was nothing in them that Edge could pinpoint, no particular flick of eyes towards anyplace obvious, not even the fly of his pants which would at least prompt him to check his zipper. If he had to choose a word to describe it, he supposed he might call those glances fond, of all things, though why every person who passed him by today might give him such a look, he couldn’t begin to guess.

Edge could only shake his head and continued on his way back to his office, careful of the two cups secured in the front basket. He made a mental note to simply ask Janice for a refill the next time he wanted coffee.

Ah. Janice. She might be the key to all this that he needed.

She was sitting at her desk as Edge rolled back into the outer office, glancing up with a smile as he set her coffee cup on her desk. Her expression turned questioning when he didn’t go on to his own office.

“Why does everyone keep looking at me today?” Edge asked bluntly. “I thought it was the scooter, but they aren’t laughing at me or mocking, so what is it?”

“What do you mean?” Janice asked, her brow furrowing, “and I’m sure no one is laughing at you, everyone was very worried about you, they’re happy to have you back.”

That much was true. The morning he’d returned, he’d discovered a card on his desk, signed by nearly everyone in the Embassy, including Asgore. He’d been quite touched, and the card was sitting propped up on his desk, right next to his stuffed chicken, Pot Pie. He already had plans to spend some time this coming Saturday baking plenty of treats to bring in next week as a thank you.

As for right now, he’d spent enough time around Stretch to know when someone was hedging on the verge of a lie, buying time to come up with something reasonably believable.

Time was of the essence and he knew from experience that demands weren’t the route to take; better to make an attempt at appealing to her maternal instincts. Edge would never excel as an actor or a liar, that much he knew. Instead, he took all of his knowledge of his husband’s skills in that area and channeled it, letting it guide him into creating a perfectly pleading expression as he wheedled out, “Tell me?”

Janice wilted instantly beneath the force of his imploring gaze, surely this was a power that should be wielded with caution. “Well…it might be because of Stretch’s twitter post.”

Of course it was. Edge sighed, resigned to his fate, “What did he say?”

There was a certain sympathy in her smile, “It might be better if you check for yourself.”

He went to his office and dug out his phone. The twitter app was buried on the third menu, he rarely opened it since he only followed two people on it and only truly cared about one of them. He tapped the icon and the very first tweet leapt out at him.

had someone send me a message asking me what i do for a living. not much for the 9 to 5, i usually work my hardest trying to make my babycakes happy. it’s a tough job, but someone’s gotta do it!

It was followed by a flurry of emoticons, mostly of hearts and fireworks, along with a cake and the odd random chili pepper. Beneath the message was a picture of Stretch, a selfie in profile. He was pressing a spectacularly messy kiss against what Edge knew was his own cheekbone, but the picture was carefully cropped to show only a sliver of his face and one of his boots, tangled between Stretch’s sneakered feet.

More fodder for the internet speculators who were so strangely invested in their relationship. It seemed some of his co-workers were equally invested if those earlier looks meant anything.

He didn’t remember Stretch taking this picture, but then, he took so many that wasn’t unexpected. He supposed it should bother him, to have his private life so exposed, even in the periphery. Instead, all he felt was a swell of his own fondness, looking at that picture, at Stretch’s visible glee, the curve of his smile showing from around that kiss. Perhaps he could ask Stretch for an uncropped copy, assuming one existed.

Impulsively, he typed a reply, saying only, you’re a good worker, you should ask your boss for a raise. Then he closed the app before any other comments could pour in. There was only one he cared to see, and he suspected it would come as a text.

His phone chimed right on time, but not from the expected source. His brother sent him a text, curt and to the point.

don’t worry ‘bout earlier, boss, it’ll get handled.

Well, it looked like the security Monster from earlier would be getting a little personal training from Red, after all. Meanly vindicated, Edge sat down at his desk with his coffee to get back to work. He could use some time to prepare himself for any looks he got on his way down to lunch.

-fin

#spicyhoney #papcest #keelywolfe #underfell #underswap #underfell papyrus #underswap papyrus #by any other name

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baby-hyena · 4 years

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Thinking Out Loud | KHSxJJH Fanfic

Note: Hello, Hyena babies! 😊 Here’s the third and last part of Ji Hoon’s POV. Thank you for reading my song fics and I hope I’ll still see you on my next stories. 🥰 Hope you like this one.

1st part: https://baby-hyena.tumblr.com/post/616744455208353792/tenerife-sea-khsxjjh-fanfic

2nd part: https://baby-hyena.tumblr.com/post/618258800245342208/youre-beautiful-a-khsxjjh-fanfiction

P.S.: If you don’t like this fanfic, please don’t report it. Just go on with your life and don’t make things hard for people like us who just want to fangirl over this OTP. We’re not forcing you to like them too; THIS IS ALL JUST FOR FUN.

P.P.S.: Please wait patiently for Nothing Remains Unsaid, their site will be up soon. We love you, Nothing Remains Unsaid. ❤

When your legs don't work like they used to before, and I can't sweep you off of your feet

Ji Hoon’s hectic schedule pisses him off. Yes, he’s workaholic before but now that something changed in his life, he’s lowkey wishing he didn’t take a lot of projects after Hyena. He didn’t want to leave Hye Soo’s house that morning after she took care of him. But he had to leave because of his manager. And when they met, his manager shouted at him “Where were you yesterday? Gosh, I tried calling you but you were out of reach!” He got scolded. “I’m sorry, okay? I was lost yesterday. I’ll just make it up to my schedule.” He explained. And that following week, he was fully booked.

Will your mouth still remember the taste of my love

One whole week without being with Hye Soo is hell for Ji Hoon. He couldn’t go to her house, they had different filming location and time; they almost didn’t see each other on set. It’s frustrating him. When he got a chance and a bit of time, he went to her, “Hey, I’m sorry I couldn’t drive you home these days. My schedule is always full.” He told her, faintly. As usual, she’d smile at him brightly, as if reassuring him that everything will be alright soon, “It’s okay, Ji Hoon-ssi. Just focus and do your best. You can do it!” She said then tapped his shoulder. Ji Hoon smield at her but he sighed when he heard his manager calling him again. Hye Soo nods at him and then went on her way.

Will your eyes still smile from your cheeks

Ji Hoon can see every tagged post on his IG. Even when he doesn’t follow Hye Soo’s IG account, he gets notified whenever she makes a post and tags him in it. He’ll laugh at her tagged locations and her funny captions. He’ll text her whenever he can and sometimes DM her whenever he finds a funny post. “Why do you always tag me on my nose?” he texted her. Minutes later, she replied, “Because those are my Himalayas.” And he’ll burst out laughing after reading her text.

And darling I will be loving you 'til we're 70

Ji Hoon made sure his manager fixes his schedule so he’ll be free during the last filming day of Hyena. It’s also their last scene together at the pub with Team H. He’s so happy when his manager told him he can have the day off. During breaks, he’d whisper to Hye Soo, “I wanna eat all of this.” He pointed at the food on their table. Hye Soo’s eyes widened and shook her head, “You can’t do that. The production would have to pay for that.” She whispers back at him while giggling. Like a child, he’d pout and she’d let out her belly laugh.

And baby my heart could still fall as hard at 23

Ji Hoon would sneakily take a bite from the snacks and Hye Soo would lightly hit his hand. They’re like teenagers fighting playfully over their lunchboxes. “Hey, do you have anything on your schedule today?” He asks her. She didn’t look at her as she’s looking at the food, “I have to shoot my last scene later at Song&Kim. Why?” Ji Hoon didn’t get to tell her his plan to pick her up because they started filming again. After their scene at the pub, Hye Soo had to go to her next filming site and Ji Hoon had to stay at the pub for his last scene.

And I'm thinking 'bout how people fall in love in mysterious ways

The last scene went well. Ji Hoon did his best so they don’t have to shoot a lot and they got the scene at 3 takes. He couldn’t leave because his co-actors and staff started cheering, “Yoon Hee Jae! Yoon Hee Jae!” So he stayed there for a while as he acknowledges their regards. But he’s glancing at his watch to check the time, he’s not sure of Hye Soo’s schedule. He’s worried that he won’t be able to pick her up there. So when his manager went to him, he quickly whispers, “I have to go now. Please, wrap this up for me. Pleaaase?” His manager looks at him, his pleading face made his manager sigh. “Alright. Go now.” Ji Hoon almost jumped but he stopped himself and quickly went on his way.

Maybe just the touch of a hand

He quickly drove to the Song&Kim building. He’s silently praying she’s still there. As soon as he arrives at the parking lot, he saw her. She’s with her manager and hair stylist, they’re walking towards her car. He saw her nodded at them and they bowed to her. They left her as she scrabbles through her bag, probably looking for her keys. So she’s driving today, he thought. He gets out of his car and walk towards her. She probably heard his footsteps as she looks at his direction. He smiled at her.

Oh me I fall in love with you every single day

He stops in front of her, smiling at her. “Lemme drive you home?” he asks her. She lets out a chuckle that made his heart skip a beat. Ah, I don’t mind making this woman laugh all my life, he thought. “Aren’t you busy today?” She asks. He tilts his head and pouts, like a little boy who acts cute in front of his crush. “Manger-nim told me I can take the day off.” He smiled at her. He extended his hand to her, asking for her bag. Hye Soo shook her head while smiling as she gives him her bag.

And I just wanna tell you I am

Ji Hoon started talking about his busiest week. For some reason, he always wants to tell her how his day went, what he had for his lunch and every random thing he did. He’s so comfortable to talk about anything with her. And to his delight, he noticed her listening to him. “Ahh, I have to shoot my Burger King CF next week.” He tells her. He glanced at her and she blinks, “They wanted Prince Lee Chang but I suggested I’d act as Yoon Hee Jae too.” He said. “I bet Yoon Hee Jae would love to show off how good looking he is.” She said. Ji Hoon laughed at it.

So honey now, take me into your loving arms

They arrived at her house and he’s still talking. Of course, he’s also asking about her and her day. “Did you have a lot of fun today?” he asked. Hye Soo didn’t look at him as she walks inside the house. “Yes, it was fun. Ji Eun cried like a baby.” She laughs. He’ll smile while listening. When they’re inside, he started wondering. Imagining how they’ll spend this day together and how he’ll confess. He took off his baseball cap and fixed his hair. Hye Soo was telling him something but his mind is too occupied so he didn’t hear her.

Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars

If they were normal people and there’s no pandemic at the moment, he’d take her to beautiful places. Where they can see the stars; away from the city and they won’t have to mind the world behind their backs. He’d take her to places where they can eat their snacks and where they can drink their coffee peacefully. Without worrying about what will people say; without worrying about scandals and articles that would be written when their relationship was revealed. That’s his dream. But he’s not complaining, as long as he is with Hye Soo, this reality with her is always better than that dream of his.

Place your head on my beating heart

He didn’t realize he’s spacing out as they eat together. She was talking about her documentary. When he’s finally on his right mind, he utters, “I missed you.” He noticed her stops chewing and blinks. He wanted to chuckle because of that. Wow, I caught her off guard?, he thought. “You beat me. I was gonna tell you that first.” Hye Soo said. Now, it was his turn to stop and blink at her. She caught him off guard. So, she missed me too, a voice at the back of his mind screams. He can feel his heart dancing.

I'm thinking out loud, maybe we found love right where we are

Ji Hoon’s favourite spot is on the floor while they drink their tea. It’s his favourite spot because he can see her fully as she sits on her couch while drinking her tea. It’s like watching your favourite show no matter how many times you’ve seen it. Today, Hye Soo played some Coldplay songs. He loves Coldplay too. When the song A Sky Full of Stars played, he tells her, “Oh, that’s my favourite song of them.” Then he started singing along. He always wanted to sing for her, he just can’t find the right timing. But now, he doesn’t care about timing anymore. It’s his favourite song and he’d sing it to his favourite person.

When my hair's all but gone and my memory fades and the crowds don't remember my name

After the song, it started pouring outside. Ji Hoon looks outside and smiles. He loves the rain. They’re both staring outside as it pours. “You know, I like it when it rains.” Hye Soo tells him. Ji hoon looks at her. He realizes that moment, as much as he loves the rain; it’s a different feeling when he’s staring at the person he loves while it rains. He realizes how lucky he is; that falling in love with her was the best thing that’s ever happened to him. He won’t regret it even if he risk his all; even if he lose it all; because it’s her. It’s Kim Hye Soo.

When my hands don't play the strings the same way, mm, I know you will still love me the same

Their fame will fade eventually, that’s for sure. But also one thing’s for sure, he’ll still love her the same. He’ll still love her even in her weakest, in her darkest moments. He’ll still love her brown eyes even when it’s filled with tears. He’ll still love her skin even when it’s all wrinkly. He’ll still love her even when her hair turns to white. He’ll love her fears, insecurities, her pain. He’ll love her bad side. He’ll love all of it. He knows he’s not perfect and he’ll make mistakes she wouldn’t like. But he’ll make sure he’ll never let her sleep with a heavy heart.

'Cause honey your soul can never grow old, it's evergreen

Ji Hoon looks at Hye Soo who also seems lost in her thoughts. He smiled as he stares at her. He reaches for his phone, “Don’t look for me. I’m in a safe place.” He sends a text message to his manager. He puts his phone on silent mode and speaks, “Can I sleep here?” She looks flushed. I wonder what she’s thinking, he thought. Hye Soo asked him a lot of questions that made him chuckle, he couldn’t resist her charm when she bites her lower lip and gave him a faint smile afterwards. “I’m allowed to stay here until tomorrow.” He tells her. He’s happy and excited but he hid it in his smile.

Baby your smile's forever in my mind and memory

They’ve finished watching her favourite indie movie and they ran out of snacks. Ji Hoon feels hungry and so he volunteered cooking an Italian dish for their dinner. He doesn’t mind cooking; he’s more than willing to cook for her. I wish she’d allow me, he thought. Hye Soo helped him in cutting the ingredients and after that, she patiently wait for him to finish. But before finishing, he called her to have a taste. “Hmm!” Hye Soo said and gave him thumbs up. He smiled at her and took off her apron that he used. They ate their dinner together.

I'm thinking 'bout how people fall in love in mysterious ways, maybe it's all part of a plan

After having dinner, they have nothing else to do. They’ll look at each other and giggle. “What should we do?” he asks her and pokes her on her arm. He can see her thinking, “How about new set of movies?” she said. But Ji Hoon shook his head. He’s slowly getting tired of watching movies; he wants try something else. “Let’s watch movies later, how about an activity?” he suggested. He saw a glimpse of unease in her eyes. He’s a bit worried now, what if they’d fight over trivial things like this and ended up breaking each other’s hearts?

I'll just keep on making the same mistakes

Ji Hoon sighs to clear his mind. He won’t let that happen to them. He’s not a teenager who’d throw tantrums if he doesn’t get what he wants. Yes, he’s stubborn. But he knows he’s soft when it comes to Hye Soo. He’s willing to adjust to her needs and to her wants. He’s about to say yes to her new set of movies but she speaks before he could say a word, “Do you wanna try painting?” When he heard that, excitement was all over his face. He couldn’t hide it so Hye Soo chuckles and nods, “Okay, I’ll get you some materials.” He nods at her, “I’ll wait here and make a quick call.” He said.

Hoping that you’ll understand

He watches her enter a room. Ah, so that’s her studio, he thought. He looks away and reached for his phone. He forgot that he put it on silent mode and now he’s getting a lot of calls and texts from his manager. He answers one of his manager’s call, “Hey! What were you thinking? What do you mean ‘don’t look for me’? Are you crazy?!” His manager screams so he puts away his phone from his ear. “Relax, manager-nim. I’m fine, okay? I’ll confess today so please just support me. Alright?” he calmly said. “Are you sure about this?” He can hear his manager’s hesitation. He smiles, “I trust my love. I’m sure of this.” He made sure he sounded confident as he is.

But baby now, take me into your loving arms

After ending the call, he followed Hye Soo to the studio. Maybe she needs some help, he thought. When he opened the door, he was amazed. The room is full of paintings and art materials. He looked around and when his eyes landed on Hye Soo, his eyes caught the canvas she’s holding. It’s merely a sketch. But he could recognize it well. “What’s that?” He asks her. His eyes were glued on the canvas. He couldn’t believe she’d paint him. He never thought he’d see his face on something she loves doing; in her painting.

Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars

Ji Hoon gets the canvas from Hye Soo. He’s still staring at it as if it’s his first child. Hye Soo was talking behind his back and he couldn’t hear her because he’s still dazed by her painting. He sat on the couch while still holding the canvas, “It’s me.” He says while smiling at it. “It’s not even finished yet. Why are you so happy?” He’s speechless. Yes, it’s just a sketch of his face and he’s like a child being so happy about it. But he can’t help it. He’s so happy, it’s just like when he heard her say those three words that night. If he could marry her right there and then, he would; with all of his heart, without hesitations.

Place your head on my beating heart

He looks at her with his puppy eyes as she sat beside him. She asks why is he being like that and he’d just let out a sigh. He puts down the canvas and holds her hands. There’s nothing to fear now, he knows she feels the same way. And this is the right moment for him to confess. So he started talking, “I know you’re way out of my league. You’re my sunbae and I know I shouldn’t feel this way. But I can’t help it.” He looks down to gather his confidence and compose himself. He’s losing it to her. “I think I like you, Kim Hye Soo sunbaenim.” Sunbaenim? What the hell, Ji Hoon, he thought. So he shook his head and looked at her, “No, no, scratch that. I think I’ve fallen in love with you. Hye Soo-ssi.” He smiled at her, not showing his teeth because he suddenly felt shy when he dropped the honorifics.

I'm thinking out loud, that maybe we found love right where we are, oh

Hye Soo laughs at him. “Hey, don’t laugh at me.” He said while pouting his lips and he looks down to hide it. When he heard Hye Soo stops laughing, he anticipated her next move. She cups his face to make him look at her and then she holds his hands again. He’s still frowning but she’s smiling at him, “I know you heard what I said that night.” Ji Hoon’s felt his heart skipped a beat, his eyes widened. She knew? How did she.. woah, he thought while looking at her. He waited for her to say something, she nods, “I wasn’t supposed to say that out loud but I couldn’t stop myself.” He saw her cheeks turn red before she looks down to hide it. He smiles. Adorable, he thought. “I don’t think I can say that again—“ It’s now Ji Hoon’s turn to pull his hands and cup her face. She’s still blushing “It’s okay. You can say that again whenever you’re ready, whenever you want to.”

So baby now, take me into your loving arms

Ji Hoon won’t force her to say those words again. He can wait. He can wait to hear those words again even if it takes forever. He gently squeezed her face. “Hey.” Her voice becomes muffled because of the squeeze. He laughs at her because he finds it so adorable. This is why everyone loves her, this is why I love her, he thought while looking at her fondly. He feels heavenly and can’t help but to tell her, “I love you.” And saying those words feels oddly satisfying for him. He smiles at her then let go of her face. “That’s it?” His smile fades when he heard her asks him that. She sounds dumbfounded so he gave her a questioning look. “You forgot this.” Ji Hoon left this world when Hye Soo leaned in to kiss him. But of course, he went back to respond to her kiss.

Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars

Anyone in Ji Hoon’s position would lose control. He’d always lose his control when it comes to her. It showed in their second kissing scene. Every time they’d kiss, it feels like they both found their missing puzzle piece in each other. He felt it first on their first kissing scene. And now, he loses his mind while kissing her deeply. His hands wander through her body. He touches every part, as if he worship every inch of her body. To his delight, she’s responding to his touch. Arching her back and hearing her soft moans makes him want her more. He kisses her again and moves against her, they both got lost to their own world.

Place your head on my beating heart

This moment they shared will be engraved to Ji Hoon’s memories forever. Spending the night under the same blanket with the woman he loves is priceless. He runs his fingers through her hair and kisses it. Then he whispers to her, “I love you.” It’s the nth time he said those words to her. And he’ll never get tired telling her that. He heard her chuckles, “I lost count of how many times you’ve said that.” Then he felt her hold his hand and kisses it. “I love you, too.” He heard her uttered as she buries her face on his chest and hugged him. Ji Hoon could feel her breathe against his skin and it makes his heart beat fast. Then he’d hear her say something again, “Hope this lasts.” He smiles at that and pulls her closer to his body. “This will last. You’ll be my last love.” He whispers to her. Then they both fell asleep in each other’s arms.

I'm thinking out loud, that maybe we found love right where we are, oh

Ji Hoon wakes up with his numb arms. He winced at the pain when Hye Soo moves but he smiled at her. I don’t mind losing my arms for this beauty, he thought. He couldn’t stop himself so he kisses her. First, on her forehead, “I love you.” Then on her eyes, “The only pair of eyes I’ll love.” On her nose, “My little Himalayas.” He giggles. Then he kisses her on her lips, “The only woman I love.” Hye Soo moves again and she opens her eyes, she’s awake. He smiles and greets her good morning but she draws back, “I don’t smell good in the morning.” Then she covers her mouth. But Ji Hoon pulls her back to his arms and gave her a smack on her lips, “I still love you.”

Oh maybe we found love right where we are

They’re eating their breakfast when Ji Hoon speaks, “I already talked to my manager. Just tell me whenever you’re ready to reveal our relationship to the public.” He breathes heavily. He knows things will be hard for them when that happens. But he’ll be there for her. He won’t let her get hurt. He saw Hye Soo bites her lower lip and sighs. He reached for her hand on the table and gave her a reassuring smile. “Only when you’re ready.” He tells her. He’ll protect her no matter what happens.

And we found love right where we are

See you on my next fanfic! 😊

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Doctor Who Tag Game

An excuse to ramble on about my favourite dumb show??? Thank you for tagging me (again) @sopheirion!! :D

I’m not going to tag anyone but you can say I tagged you if you want to do it!

Favourite Doctor: MY BOY TEN!! ALSO ELEVEN! I LOVE THEM BOTH SO MUCH ;o; And please please please get Matt Smith on board at Big Finish and then have them MEET UP AGAIN that would honestly be the dream. But I’ve loved all the multi Doctor stories in the comics too, so I mean they have met up more than once, but still, you can never have enough of them in my opinion. :’) But that being said, I LOVE TWELVE so much I’m so proud of him and how much he grew. AND I LOVE NINE. AND THIRTEEN IS MY GIRL no matter what the writers decide to do with her. As for the Classic boys, I love Three and Four and Five. Also Two. AND ONE. And EIGHT. Well actually I love THEM ALL!!!! But to be fair, I haven’t watched much of Six and Seven... it’s okay, I still love them.

Favourite Master: Missy!! I miss her so much, she would have been amazing with Thirteen... even though I know Michelle was saying that Peter was her Doctor and she wouldn’t feel right going up against anyone else. :( I’m excited to hear her second Big Finish series! I still really liked that story in her first series about that clock...

Favourite Sonic: Oh gosh, I don’t know. Maybe Eleven’s just because it springs out and the way Matt waves it around?? (also because my Eleventh Doctor sonic is broken and doesn’t close anymore because I clicked it open one day and the springs snapped........... I need to buy a new one) Also Thirteen’s sonic is just really pretty and I love how my version has the crystal spinning around and the orange/gold lighting is just very very nice. (But actually I love them all shhh)

Favourite Companion: DONNA NOBLE ALWAYS. Clara Oswald is a very very close second though. :’) I miss them both very much and I hope they can come back one day. And (I don’t know why I’m doing a top 3 but) I love Amy Pond!! Just thinking about how much I cried when Amy left and THEN HOW MUCH I CRIED WHEN ELEVEN SAW HER BEFORE HE REGENERATED....... rip

Favourite Story: Blink still remains my most favourite episode ever. I just love the Weeping Angels and the timey-wimey-ness of it all. But does this mean like favourite story arc... hmmm I guess the missing planets from series 4, and the cracks in time in series 5 because I love series 4 and 5 lots.

Favourite Soundtrack: I HAVE TOO MANY FAVOURITES so here we go:

I am the Doctor - I can literally listen to this on repeat every single day, I miss Eleven’s theme SO MUCH

The Long Song - SO BEAUTIFUL I listen to this one every day lmao

The Wedding of River Song

Song of Freedom

A Pressing Need to Save the World

Clara’s theme

The Shepherd’s Boy

The Sad Man With a Box

This is Gallifrey

Vale Decem

All the Strange Creatures

This Time There’s Three of Us

The Majestic Tale (of a Madman in a Box)

The Sun’s Gone Wibbly

Basically, I miss Murray Gold a lot... Haven’t listened much to the series 11/12 soundtracks yet to have definite favourites from Segun Akinola but they’ll come along eventually. :)

Dream Actor for next Doctor: Idris Elba!! Or bring in Jo Martin to take over once Jodie chooses to move on. :D Richard Ayoade would also be hilarious lmao. Or Eddie Redmayne just because Newt Scamander reminds me so much of Eleven.

Dream Composer: Oooh, maybe Lorne Balfe. The music he composed for His Dark Materials is wonderful!!! Maybe a bit more on the epic side than is needed for DW, but yeah!

Dream Story: The Doctor at Disneyland, and specifically that all the animatronic dolls in come to life (or they’re all Autons!!) and want to take over the Earth!! Or actually, doesn’t matter what the story is about, as long as the Doctor goes to Disneyland hehe.

A companion you’d like to see back: DONNA :’( and Kate and Osgood!! BRING BACK UNIT. And Clara and Bill would be the easiest to bring back - they’re out there in space somewhere, Doctor!! You just gotta find them! AND MARTHA! Though I really liked that Thirteen met her in the comics. :’)

An Enemy/Alien/Creature you’d like to see again: Weeping Angels!! Also the Time Lords...... bring Gallifrey back again ;o; WHERE IS ROMANA??? Give me the Rani too while we’re at it!

If you could travel with one of the Doctors, which Doctor and why?: Ten, just because I love him the most, but also professor Twelve. I would love to attend the Doctor’s lectures because honestly, what is he going to talk about today?? Who knows!!! I love that text post that’s about Twelve throwing darts or flipping open a dictionary at random to decide what he’ll lecture on because that would honestly be how the Doctor decides lmao. And I would just like to be there to see Twelve and Nardole bicker.

Yay, that was fun!! :’) And I started the book about Ace and Thirteen today! Maybe I’ll make a gifset now, idk. I haven’t really done anything today except attend an online staff meeting for an hour and then I just finished reading Deathly Hallows the rest of the day...... okay bye

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Scripted Wishes

Chapter 4: Anima Extalia

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Lucy sighed, stretching and flopping back onto her bed. The dress rehearsal – if you could call it that – had only gone for maybe an hour and consisted mostly of the crew running a few of the more complicated dance scenes and rubbing out a couple bumps in the cues, none of which Loke seemed interested in helping her learn. The Loke she’d met that morning was nowhere to be found, instead replaced with a nervous, twitchy, hyper-focused stagehand who was determined to pretend she didn’t exist. He hadn’t said a word to her, even when she asked him things.

“Which one’s the left spot again?”

Point.

“So you play guitar?”

Nod.

“When do you think Natsu will be back?”

Shrug.

That hour had seemed like an eternity, dragged out second by second with anxious glances and awkward coughs. It wasn’t a total loss, though. She’d been able to see first-hand why Jellal got the praise that he did. Most of the cast of Anima Extalia were adult actors who seemed very experienced, and Jellal matched their skill note for note and step for step. They had done a battle scene featuring some crazy aerobatics – the choreographer had called it capoeira – where Jellal had pulled some off some incredible flips and twists. She was kind of bummed the show was sold out, and based on the way Loke behaved it wasn’t likely she could watch from the sound booth.

Guess I’ll just have to try out for something, she thought. Probably the next musical.

With nothing else to do, Lucy wiggled her phone out of her tight pockets and unlocked it with a few quick taps. She was used to most of the notifications – a few spam and school emails, a new video from a YouTuber she liked, and suggested pins for her astronomy board weren’t out of the ordinary. To her surprise and delight, however, all of those lined up beneath six new texts from Levy.

I saw Natsu drag you to the sound booth. Nothing kinky going on is there? ;)

omg i can’t believe i said that plz don’t show him

Lucy?

Oh right probs busy learning sound booth stuff k nevermind

We hope you’re here to stay, Lucy! Welcome to Fairy Tail!

The last text brought tears to her eyes. Beneath the welcome message was an awkwardly thrown together group selfie, with Levy holding the camera and doing her best mock-Instagram face. Jet and Droy crouched next to her, grinning, while Cana leaned on them, pointing a finger gun and winking. Erza stood over Levy with her soft smile, and Gray stood just next to her, arms crossed over his chest and giving the camera a smirk. In the corner, she could make out the boxy shape of the sound booth, a blur of pink and a blur of blonde just visible in the fuzzy background.

Lucy grinned and rubbed a tear from her cheek. She let her thumbs dance over her keyboard while she tried to think of a good response. They really like me, she sighed. I’m in Fairy Tail, and they like me!

Her phone gave a buzz and she squeaked as her hands jerked in surprise, making her lose her grip on the slender piece of technology; she juggled it awkwardly for a second before it landed flat on the pillow next to her. She scrambled onto her stomach and flipped the vibrating phone over, grinning at seeing Natsu’s profile picture humming on the screen. She slid her thumb across the icon and put it to her ear.

“Hello?”

“Heya Luce!”

Lucy winced at the sudden noise, moving it a little further from her head. “Hey! What’s up?”

“Are you coming to the show?” he sang. She could almost see his toothy grin in the tone of his voice.

“It’s sold out, isn’t it?”

“Well yeah,” Natsu replied, “but you’re in the company now! You can watch from the sound booth with me!”

Lucy bit her lip. “Is that okay? I wouldn’t want to get in your way – it’s already pretty cramped with just two people up there.”

“You won’t get in the way,” Natsu chuckled, “Right Loke?”

She felt her breath hitch. Though she heard a faint “uh, sure” wobble on the other end, she knew the red-head was most certainly not okay with that. She wasn’t particularly fond of the boy, and certainly not of his playboy kind, but… he seemed genuinely afraid of her, and for no reason that Lucy could deduce. She didn’t want to make things worse if she could avoid it.

“No, it’s okay, Natsu,” she replied, “I should probably rest up – I’m a little woozy from all the action yesterday and today.”

“Aww, c’mon Luce! Is it cuz you’re afraid Loke will make a move on ya?” She heard Loke splutter something frantically. “Don’t worry, I won’t let him use a single pick-up line!”

“No, no,” Lucy laughed uncomfortably, “I just really need some rest.”

“Oh, okay.” Natsu seemed disappointed, but only for a moment before perking right back up. “I found a great role for you, by the way! I’ll tell you about it tomorrow, yeah?”

She smiled. “Sounds good!”

“Yosh! Ja na!”

“Bye!”

The screen turned black and she sighed. I’ll just have to miss this show, I guess. She rolled onto her back and picked up her phone again, humming as she decided what to do. She opened Instagram on a whim and flicked down to a random spot in her feed. It was another video posted by the school, bearing a very familiar face and a very familiar tag. She grinned.

I’d prefer to hang with him in person, but I guess this Salamander will do.

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Gajeel really wasn’t one for theatre.

It was cheesy, weird, and straight up uninteresting. People prancing around on stage in frilly costumes, pretending to be things they’re not? And set to music? No, not really his thing at all.

Well, maybe that was a lie. He was in the Cosplay Club, after all.

But there was no way he’d ever admit the two things had anything in common. Cosplay was an art – a dedication to replicating a character so perfectly that it seemed they had stepped out of the world of fiction and straight into reality. Cosplaying a character was the ultimate testament to how incredible that character and their world truly was, and thus, being a cosplayer came with the heavy responsibility of making sure that character was done justice. It wasn’t this… thing, that played out on the stage in front of him.

He couldn’t really complain, though. Not since he was here on a date.

A second date, at that.

He leaned back further into his seat, scrunching down into his gray hoodie and tilting his head to look at the girl next to him. Sue was cute. She was at least a head shorter than him, with darker, tanned skin and forest green hair cut off at her shoulders. Now she wore a beige blouse and a short black skirt, but Gajeel much preferred her usual attire – a blue shirt with ripped sleeves and green cargo pants, along with an oddly adorable purple jester’s hat. He’d asked her out casually last week and they’d gone four-wheeling; when she asked him in return, this had been her suggestion.

He almost said no, but he actually kind of liked her.

He sighed, settling in for the show. The overture had finished, as well as the opening number – a solo by a guy in some weird ninja gear. Gajeel was pretty sure he’d seen him around school hanging with the other Fairy Tail dorks, which was a little bit of a surprise. Then again, all Fairy Tail had to work with was Fairy Tail, so maybe giving the title role to a teenager was the best they could do. Either way, the number was somewhat foreboding and left Gajeel with prickly discomfort itching at the back of his neck.

Sue gasped as the scene changed in a flash of smoke and a sheen of light. The eerie set the ninja dude had occupied was replaced with a multi-tiered stage painted as floating isles on a backdrop of a beautiful blue sky. Gajeel gave a smirk as Sue turned back, smiling, to see if he was watching. As soon as she looked back to the show he scrunched further into his seat. Maybe I can pick up some cosplay design ideas at the very least.

The show was pretty strange, in Gajeel’s opinion. Half the characters seemed to be humans from some post-apocalyptic magic-science hybrid country, and the other half were… cats? Cat people? Cat angels? Whatever they were, at least they weren’t furries. He had to admit the half-cat costumes were very well done, blending prosthetics perfectly into skin and avoiding the whole mostly-naked-with-body-paint deal that so often killed good animal cosplays. The rigging they used for some of the aerobatics attached to very well disguised harnesses with pretty impressive angel wings that seemed to be high quality animatronics. They’d somehow managed to get realistic tails as well, which moved and swished about like real ones instead of dangling limply or sticking out at awkward angles. Pretty cool, that. He made a mental note to scare the technique out of one of the stagehands later.

The main protagonist appeared to be a bluish cat called Shiawase, who, of course, was in love with a girl. Typical of musicals. The girl was a beautiful white cat called Charlotte who seemed to be a princess of sorts. From what Gajeel could tell, the two were just trying to elope while the humans warred with the cat people and it really wasn’t going well.

“Gajeel,” Sue whispered suddenly, pointing to Shiawase, “Isn’t that… Gray?”

Gajeel did the air equivalent of a spit take as he suddenly recognized the blue cat, sitting forward in his seat to study him with a squint.

“Sure is,” he chuckled. “Damn that’s a lot of makeup. Too bad he still looks like a twat.”

Sue gave him a pout. “C’mon, Gajeel, be nice. He helped you with the kanji on one of your katanas, didn’t he?”

“Tch.” Gray had been helpful that one time, being from Japan and all, but he was still a Fairy Tail dork.

As the show went on the story got more complicated. If Gajeel had cared, he would have found himself torn on which side of the war to get behind. The cat angels were some sort of tyrannical deities or the like, in which case he favored the humans, but the humans were merciless executioners who slaughtered their own kind as readily as they slaughtered the cats. As badass as that was, he couldn’t really get behind that either. Not that he was emotionally invested or anything. If he had to pick, he’d probably go with the humans – mainly because of the large, bulky black cat who had betrayed his kind to fight alongside them. Gajeel really didn’t care much, but that character was pretty neat.

The ninja guy from the beginning – Mist Can or something – was turning out to be kind of cool too. He was revealed to be the exiled prince of the human nation, swooping in to save the imprisoned cat protagonists right before intermission, and Sue bubbled over him through the entire break. Gajeel would have preferred to go get a snack, but… she was pretty adorable when she got all excited like that, so he didn’t mind too much. He’d lost track of most of the plot at this point, but he was actually sort of enjoying himself. Kind of. Maybe.

The entr’acte ended with a very mournful piccolo solo and the lights rose on the remains of a blackened forest. Charred branches scraped and clawed at the orange sky. Smoke effects drifted up in billows and the crackling of flames hummed in the silence. This was a totally different feel from when the show had begun. After another moment, the three main protagonists rushed onto the stage.

“W-wait,” Charlotte stammered, stumbling “I… I need to rest.”

“We cannot stop now,” the ninja man replied. “We have to get as far from the city as we can. It’s only a matter of time before my people use the Dragon Cannon.”

“There must be something we can do!” Shiawase cried. “We can’t just run away!”

“There is not,” he growled. He turned to continue the escape, cloak swishing behind him.

Shiawase rose to his full height, gesturing back the way they came. “You would just abandon your people? Your friends? You would turn your back as hundreds of innocents are murdered?!”

The man whirled around and ripped his veil from his face, storming up to the blue cat and leering over him. “I do not do so lightly, Exceed! May I remind you that it is your people who began this war?! That your kind have used us as slaves for centuries?!”

“That doesn’t change your cowardice! You’re running away, Mystogan! Running from your throne and your duty! It was not my people who made you this way!”

The two continued to argue as a harp plinked a note and the lighting around Charlotte changed tones. A tear ran down her face as she sang a pitiful, “Please, stop…”

“Stop?” Mystogan laughed as a bass tremolo hummed beneath him. In a darker tone he sang back.

“It is not I who slaughtered thousands.

Who killed children!

Who drove their slaves to madness!”

Shiawase picked up the melody, gesturing to the burning landscape.

“Do you think this is what we wanted?

Do you think this is the life we crave?

No, your Highness.

You’re wrong.

We may be at fault, but we tried to stop it!

It is you

who ran away.”

Mystogan stormed forward. “You speak of things you know nothing about,” he spat back.

Shiawase hissed. “And you run from people who need you!”

Mystogan’s voice took on a tone of fury.

“There’s naught I can do,

she’s doomed them all.

My people are dying, Exceed.

Our kingdoms have slaughtered each other!”

“We can end that,” Shiawase sang more insistently,

“We can end it all!

We can’t just save ourselves

we have to do something!”

Mystogan took a deep breath. “All you will do is die.”

Shiawase leapt at Mystogan, letting loose a vicious snarl. Gajeel raised an eyebrow in surprise. Damn, Gray, that was startlingly realistic.

“Please, stop…” Charlotte sang again.

Mystogan pushed Shiawase away and removed his staff from his back.

“We can’t fight like this…” she sobbed.

Shiawase took a fighting stance and the invisible rigging lifted him off the stage.

“I said STOP!”

The outburst from the white cat reverberated in the theatre. Her labored breath was the only sound heard in the room as she got to her feet. She stepped up to the unmasked ninja and looked him straight in the eye.

“I am sorry.” She intoned softly.

“I could have stopped this.

I could have tried harder.

Mother wouldn’t listen.

Couldn’t listen.

The blood of your people is on my hands.

We have both made grave mistakes

and cost innocents their lives.

Millions may yet die and it will be our faults.”

She paused and sighed before clenching her fists. When she began again, her voice was made of fire.

“But how dare you!

How dare you just give up?!”

Mystogan stumbled back a step, mouth dropping open slightly. Charlotte didn’t back down.

“This is your country, isn’t it?

Can’t you do anything without your throne?

Though it was all a lie

didn’t you try to live your best life,

protect your people where you could?!

Why are you giving up?!”

The air around Charlotte began to shimmer and slowly her feet rose off the ground. Mystogan stared up at her in awe.

“So what if you’re weak!

You’re not alone!

When weak things work together

Strength is born!”

As if by magic, Charlotte’s wings grew and turned iridescent. Gajeel’s jaw actually dropped – he could not fathom how they managed that.

“My country will not be destroyed!

It is my homeland!

It’s not going anywhere!

I will die before I abandon it!

And I will die before I let you abandon yours!”

In a burst of radiance and glitter her wings spread wide. The backdrop turned from burning orange to a smattering of stars as luminescent mist rose from the stage. She looked into the distance beyond the audience as she belted the last lines of the powerful refrain.

“I won’t give up!

I will stop this all,

or I will die trying!”

The rigging pulled her out over the audience at a startling speed, her wings and gown sweeping through the air in a dazzling blaze of light. The walls of the theatre suddenly became the night sky as she soared past, sweeping higher and higher until finally she was out of sight. In the near silence a single violin held a harmonic quietly as attention turned back to the stage.

Shiawase met Mystogan’s gaze with a stern resolve. Hesitance flitted in the man’s eyes, and the cat extended his hand.

“Are you coming?”

The violin dwindled to nothing. Gajeel suddenly realized he was holding his breath.

With purpose, Mystogan took the hand.

Shiawase smirked. Suddenly, the bass of EDM rumbled from beneath the seats, setting up a slow build. A chill shot down Gajeel’s spine and he exchanged amazed looks with Sue.

“Hold on!” Shiawase hooked his arm under Mystogan’s and gripped his wrist with both hands. The call of distant bagpipes echoed in the room on top of the building music. The two men took a few steps back. Shiawase flicked his wings out wide. The music grew as the bagpipes seemed to get closer. Mystogan nodded. Shiawase smiled. Then, they sprinted and leapt off the stage.

The scoring roared into a variation on the main theme at twice the speed it had been sung; Shiawase took off over the crowd, carrying Mystogan higher in a maelstrom of light and fire. Gajeel’s mouth hung open in awe as the audience let out whoops and whistles. Mystogan’s not wearing a harness. Is Gray… legitimately carrying him?

The two made a few more circles of the audience, the walls of the theatre – which Gajeel had figured out were screens – providing a continuous backdrop that gave the illusion of distance. As the music came to a close, they landed back on the stage, now a broken battleground of a city.

This was where Gajeel suddenly felt very, very strange.

“Cougairis!” Mystogan shouted. The scene was a blur of motion, cats and humans in combat in every conceivable space. Actors had spawned miraculously in the aisles near the stage and on one of the side balconies. That combined with the flash of explosions and the clang of swords made the battlefield come to life. He was surprised he could still easily focus on the main characters despite the chaos.

“Cougairis! I need your help!” Mystogan called again.

The man in question was forced onto the stage, locked in combat. This was the cat that he’d liked. The panther held back three other cats with his giant blade, fighting for control as they pushed their swords against his own. With a roar that Gajeel was sure just had to be recorded, the giant cat shoved his adversaries backwards, two falling off the front of the stage and out of sight. The last stumbled back, gripping his side painfully before crumpling to the floor in a heap.

The black cat turned to face Mystogan, and Gajeel froze.

Over Cougairis’ left eye was a slash; a deep, thick, raw slash that hadn’t been there in the first act.

Gajeel’s head throbbed and his heart pounded, chest tightening until all he could manage was a raspy pant. The edges of his vision grayed. Wha…? What’s happening?

“Gajeel?” He heard Sue whisper his name, but it sounded as though it were a thousand miles away. “Gajeel, are you okay?”

He lifted his hands and felt them tremble wildly as his eyesight shrunk to a pinpoint. He could hardly see, hardly feel. His long, wild hair fell over his shoulders as he tried to shake away whatever was doing this to him. He could no longer register Sue tugging at his arm in worry.

What…? Is this one of those… panic attack things? He couldn’t think of any reason he would have a panic attack – he’d never had one before and didn’t have any traumatic experiences that he could think of. It can’t be a panic attack. Why would a play give me a panic attack?

He looked back to the stage. His tunnel vision centered back on Cougairis. He tried to look away, to any other character, any other piece of set, but the cat’s scarred face seemed to fill his view. That scar. That black fur. That white muzzle. Something seemed to be stabbing his brain at every angle and yet he could not tear away from that face. Suddenly the cat looked out into the audience – looked right at him. As if being shot through the heart his breath stopped, and somewhere in the deepest recesses of his mind, he heard his own voice.

I’m taking you back to my guild one way or the other! And then, I’m going to make you my cat!

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Gray watched from the shadows as Elfman strode to the front of the stage, their one and only child actor, Violet, perched on his shoulder. The audience roared and whistled as the large black cat set her down and she gave a small curtsey. Incredible, for a third grader, Gray smirked. I hope she sticks around.

The curtain call had always been one of Gray’s favorite parts of a show. Especially the final curtain call, on closing night. Molding yourself into another character was a huge, exhausting effort, and sometimes it was difficult to let go and become oneself again after rehearsal. The final curtain call, Gray felt, was an effective way to bridge the gap between being the character and living his own life. The audience, just for that final scene, now acknowledged you as both the role and the actor. In a way, it was a moment where he could be both people at once.

The music changed from Cougairis’ theme to that of Shiawase and Charlotte. Gray straightened his moss green, one-sided shawl over his bare shoulders and strode out from behind the curtains. From the other side, Charlotte – or perhaps now he should say Laurissa – strode out to meet him, a spring in her step as she took his hand. Renewed whistles and shouts rose from the house as they approached the edge of the apron, and just as they had done for every curtain call, Gray pulled her in for a kiss before they took their last bow. It had been her idea, of course, and the audience ate it up like free salsa at a Mexican restaurant. He and Laurissa weren’t romantically involved, but the reaction from the crowd was something they could both get behind.

The two parted as the music changed again, gesturing extravagantly as the star of the show took the spotlight. Mystogan rushed forward, twirling his staff several times before planting it solidly and whipping off his veil. The crowd screamed, applauding wildly and jumping to their feet. Gray clapped just as fiercely – not just for the performance, but for the grin spreading slowly over the blue-haired boy’s face. He knew that grin. The sage-prince Mystogan was gone; Jellal was back.

The company linked their hands and took their final bows as the music finished, and for the last time on that show, the curtain dropped.

“Excellent work, everyone!” Director Dreyar joined the scene from backstage, a toothy grin peeking from behind his mustache. “Very good indeed! A show well worth the effort! Head on home and we’ll strike the set tomorrow evening!”

“And don’t forget, the cast party is on Friday!” Mirajane added. The group bubbled into an energetic hum, matching the chatter of the audience just beyond the curtain. Hugs and claps on the back passed around along with laughter and the repetition of various inside jokes. Gray was happy – sometimes the afterglow of a performance was just as good as the show itself.

“Gray!” He twisted around to find the source of the call. Jellal waved him over. He grinned.

“Good to have you back, Jellal,” Gray replied. They did an elaborate fist-bump.

“It’s good to be back,” Jellal sighed. “At least, for a bit. King Oberon’s not a very complex character, so I won’t have to get into him for another couple weeks.”

“I’m sure Erza’s happy about that,” Gray nudged playfully.

Jellal blushed. “You could say that.”

“MYSTOGAN!” Gray turned just in time to dodge Elfman barreling through the crowd. The burly teen clapped Jellal hard on the back, and Jellal looked like he might’ve had the wind knocked out of him. “Your performance! OTOKO DA!”

“Thanks,” the blue-haired boy coughed. “You can call me Jellal now, though.”

“Oh, right,” Elfman chuckled. He turned to Gray. “Gray! You coming to Angie’s with us?”

Gray was tempted to say yes. He really wanted to. But he wasn’t sure if he’d make it that long.

“No, I gotta head home,” he replied. He rubbed the back of his neck. “Homework, y’know?”

Elfman gave him a funny look. “Homework? How? Today was literally the first day of school.”

Gray gulped. “Japanese stuff, y’know? Have to prep for tutoring.”

“Mmmm zannen da ne…” Elfman hummed.

“Yeah, that’s too bad,” Jellal continued. He didn’t look as convinced as Elfman was.

“Yeah…” Gray trailed off. He glanced between the two nervously, but tried to continue as if nothing were strange. “I should probably head out, actually. It’s pretty late and I really gotta get started.”

Jellal nodded, though his eyes still flickered with doubt. Gray gave a slight wave and sauntered away as confidently as he could, despite the knot in his stomach.

He made a short stop by the dressing room to pick up his things and drop off his shawl, his wings, and a few of the smaller accessories. The majority of his costume had been body paint and various prosthetics, so there wasn’t much he had to return to the company – there wasn’t much he had to wear on his way home, either. Body paint wasn’t a fun stain to get out of clothes, and he certainly didn’t want to scrub it out of his favorite jacket.

He made his way out the back to the rear parking lot, the night air chilling his bare chest. The cold didn’t bother him much – he was a hockey player, after all – but he was glad he’d come extra early to school to snag the closest spot. He clicked his key fob and the lights of his Chrysler 300 flashed. No one else had left yet; traffic was clear.

The ride home passed in a haze, as it always did. A turn here, a traffic circle there, the wonky tree on the end of the block followed by the gas station. He pulled into the dark driveway of his small, blocky house. No lights were on; his roommates were likely asleep. Good.

He locked his car by hand so it wouldn’t make a sound, then slipped inside as quickly and quietly as he could manage. A fan was on in the entryway, blowing softly against his bare chest. He cursed silently. His roommates wouldn’t have known better – he’d never said anything, never even gave a hint. At least, he was pretty sure he hadn’t. He wasn’t really sure if that was actually a good thing.

Just get to the shower, he thought. Get the paint off. You’ll be fine. Only a few more minutes.

He left the lights off as he made his way through the house, familiar enough with his home not to bump into anything in the dark. He figured most normal people could do that, could walk through their own house in the dark. This wasn’t strange. He was normal, too. Completely normal. Other people had sudden adrenaline jumps, right? It was nothing. Normal people occasionally had their heart start beating out of control, too, right? He was fine. He would be fine. This was normal.

Gray wasn’t sure he was being so stealthy anymore – blood pounded in his ears and he could hardly breathe, let alone tell if anyone else was awake. It was fine though. He shut the bathroom door behind him and ripped off the last of his prosthetics. It stung; the glue was particularly strong on his face. It didn’t matter though. If he was bleeding, he’d find out later. He couldn’t tell if he had cuts without the lights on.

His hands fumbled with the shower handles, shaking more than he would’ve liked. The water spattered for a moment before coming in a steady stream. Good. Warm. Paint. Take the paint off. He kicked off the last of his clothes. Steam. Hot water, sliding over his skin. Peeling away the paint. Not fast enough.

The blue skin of his character fell away, and left behind was only Gray.

Gray, and her.

#fairy tail #scripted wishes #fanfiction #japanese #anime #nalu #lolu #jerza #gajevy #gruvia #theatre

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dimples-of-discontent · 5 years

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My Cockles Crack Masterpost:

Hello, yes, did any of you need a little pick-me-up? I know I do. So I’ve collected for you all most of the Cockles crack that I’ve written. I left off collaborative pieces of crack and ones attached to long gifsets. But all the text posts (especially “Jensen vs. Jensen’s brain”) are all there. I’ll drop a cut somewhere since this baby is long but I hope you all enjoy.

LONG LIVE TEAM DUMPSTER MANSION!!!

Dabb: So, let’s have AU Cas.

SPN writers: Cool. Why don’t we ask Misha to do one of his accents?

Jensen: *flings door open* *pants* AM I TOO LATE?! DID I MISS IT?!

BONUS alternative by @postmodernmulticoloredcloak:

Dabb: So, let’s have AU Cas.

Everyone: …

Jensen: *starts vibrating at a very high frequency*

Misha: …okay I’ll do an accent

Isn’t it so weird that none of Jensen’s kids look like Misha?

Jensen is CONSTANTLY hosting his own episodes of Queer Eye and every one is about Misha.

[Below the cut]

Jensen: *looks up suddenly and stares into the middle distance* *vibrates at a high frequency*

Danneel: What is it, babe?

Jensen: Somewhere…Misha is doing an accent. Badly. He’s doing it badly, but he’s still doing it.

Danneel: You’ve gotta go!

Jensen: You’re right, I’ve gotta go!

Somewhere in Austin a high-pitched whistle blows.

Jensen, holding his ears and running into the kitchen: Alright, alright! What?!

Danneel, points wordlessly at laptop screen where this is displayed.

Jensen: Oh no.

Danneel, accusatory: I thought you HID those!

Jensen: I did! *pause* Why would he look in my dirty laundry anyway?

*Danneel stares*

Jensen: Oh right. I guess he needed something to wear.

Danneel: Pretty dumb, babe.

Jensen: Hmmm…yeah. *pause, then, hopeful* I guess we couldn’t fly to Hawaii to get them, right? *pause* No, no of course not. *mumbles* Damn shorts.

Text convo, probably:

Jensen: mish miss you. send me a pic.

Misha: *photo of something random like an interesting leaf*

Jensen: no, i mean like i MISS you miss you. send a pic of you.

Misha: *photo of his foot*

Jensen: oh for fuck’s sake! *posts flex meme and tags misha in it*

Jensen: there now it’s public you have to do it. and you can fuck off.

Misha: *sends dick pic*

Me: god Misha has the perfect jawline. Not that it matters.

Lizard brain: lick it

Me: yes, yes if I actually had a real relationship with him that would be well and good but…

Lizard brain: LICKIT

Me: yes, yes I heard you but what’s crucial is that Misha is one of the very best humans out there not that he has the stubbled and chiseled jawline of a Greek god so I really think we should focus on…

Jensen (in the distance): oh my God! it doesn’t have to be a choice, dummy!! L I CK IT!!

Jensen’s brain: It’s Misha’s birthday. We love Misha. Say it.

Jensen: No. We are in public. I am just going to call him “the man” and post a cute pic of us in matching outfits.

Jensen’s brain: NOOOOOO…SAYITSAYITSAYITWELOVEHIMSAYIT

Jensen: God fine ok…but I’m using an emoji not words.

Jensen’s brain: Acceptable.

Jensen: And also I’m going to add “bro”.

Jensen’s brain: …. 😒

Jensen: So now no one will ever know.

Jensen’s brain: 🙄

(About this mess right here)

Jensen’s brain: hold his hand

Jensen: NO it will look gay!

Jensen’s brain: but…you are gay for each other? so who cares?

Jensen: Yes, but we can’t LOOK gay ok? So just shake hands.

Jensen’s brain: fine 🙄

**Jensen does whatever this subby, hand-groping bullshit is**

Jensen’s brain: is that…. is that how humans shake hands? in a non-gay way?

Jensen: Shut up.

Jensen’s brain: i’m just trying to understand

Jensen: Shut up, asshole

Jensen’s brain: 😏

Look, I know it’s not going to happen, but all I want in life is for Jensen to respond to Misha’s shirtless video by saying “Hey Mish, if you need a shirt I have a few old ones for you.”

New theory: Jensen gives Misha so many shirts because otherwise his natural inclination is to run around bare-chested and Jensen’s poor, queer heart cannot handle it. (Photo version.)

Cockles trash cat meme origin

So you know how you sometimes go out with you friends and one of them gets way too drunk and ends up getting confessional with someone they don’t know that well? And you kind of want to stop them but, y’know, it’s their life and their choices so you have nothing to do but sit back and watch and be equal parts mildly horrified that they are spilling secrets to a relative stranger and incredibly amused at how they will feel about it later?

THAT is how I feel watching Misha tell the same story, over and over, about wearing Jensen’s hand-me-down shirts.

Misha, you’re currently my intensely emotional drunk friend and you need to stop before you reach the point of crying in the club. Neither of us can handle that. Thanks in advance.

Misha on social media: hahaha…Jensen is my cabin boy…that means he’s a sub who likes BDSM…hahaha…gonna make a comment about a giant space tongue rimming Jensen b/c why not lolz…gonna post a pic of myself covered in white goo and imply that it’s come from the conclusion of a threesome with Jensen and Jared…haha I’m such a scamp…I’m just incorrigible…teehee…

Misha when a fan mentions clothing: WHAT’S A JENSEN??? I’ve never heard of one and even if I had I definitely wouldn’t have had any non-heterosexual thoughts or feelings about him…and we’re absolutely not so close that we share in casual intimacy without a second thought…what could possibly make you think that?? I DON’T EVEN LIKE JENSEN OK!!!

Stages of Cockles in Gifs.

I feel like Jensen is one con away from straight-up answering an only tangentially-related question with, “…and that’s why I love Misha. You do know I love Misha, right? Like, love love him, like the way we love our wives. I feel like you guys get it so let’s just move on. Next question!”

At the next con, Jensen and Misha will be projecting the words “JUST SO YOU KNOW, I LOVE THIS MAN” on the side of the building across from the hotel in case you somehow miss that message in their panels.

At the next con, Jensen and Misha will be screening a 12-minute video that is just them giggling while one of them films the other; there will be no lines and nothing else will happen. Fandom will deem it a masterpiece.

At the next con, instead of his usual classic rock covers, Jensen will be performing a spoken word piece about how great Misha is, accompanied by Jared on bongos and Richard Speight on the kazoo.

In the final episode we are brought to the realization that the show DOES exist in our universe and on our timeline and that this entire time J2M have ACTUALLY BEEN TFW and kept this cover story about being actors on a TV show to keep us from knowing what they are really up to. Most of the show is just footage of their lives, though some of the things on the show were just absurd and to keep us off track.

Misha Collins is an actual angel. Jensen Ackles is a grumpy-faced softie with the biggest nerd streak. Jared Padalecki is a fiercely loyal and intelligent guy who has fought off more than his share of darkness. Gen and Danneel are actually supernatural creatures though neither will fully commit to being an angel or demon. Vicki is too powerful to be captured on film. And of course Jensen and Misha have been husbands for years. It was hard to hide that one on the show.

Jensen: *does interview quote game on his own* Great! Now, I’m gonna go get Misha. He’s gonna be so terrible at this game lol…He has the worst memory and never watches the show…hahaha isn’t that so cute?

Interviewer: oh actually we weren’t quite done interviewing you…

Jensen: yeah but Mish is gonna be so bad at this and I can’t afford to miss that! Imma go find him right now!

Interviewer: you really don’t have to…we’re actually talking to you all individually.

Jensen: ….

Interviewer: y’know, so we can cut the clips together?

Jensen: ….

Interviewer: And because you probably have a lot of other interviews at this huge press event for your 300th episode?

Jensen: ….. Yeah, no, I’m getting him right now. Hey, Mish! Get in here!

Filming with JenMish (aka “why’s Dean wearing a seatbelt?”)

**Jensen makes a dirty joke and Misha cracks up** **Misha and Jensen playfully push each other around the front seat of the car** **Misha says one thing that is mildly amusing and Jensen falls over laughing**

Sanchez, conferring with Bob Singer: What do you do to stop this?

Singer: strap one of them down

Sanchez: You mean, like, tell them to get it together or else?

Singer: No, no. I mean LITERALLY strap one of them down.

Sanchez: ….

Singer: Why do you think they get tied to so many chairs? **sighs** These two have cost us so much in duct tape.

photographer: alright, everyone, fight each other for pie! jensen: mish, you should pull my hair. misha: why? it’s not like that would stop you moving your arm. jensen: …. jensen: misha. you. should. PULL. MY. HAIR. misha: ooohhhhhh! jared: I don’t want to be here for this.

Cockles is the gay booze cruise of ships.

a text exchange that probably happened: jensen: I can’t believe ur still going running on vacation jensen: nerd misha: hello to you too. … misha: awww, babe, you must really miss me! that comment is so sappy! jensen: shut up misha: you “dig” the “WHOLE THING” huh? jensen: fuck off misha: don’t I know it!! jensen: fuck OFF misha: now I have to go like it. … misha: ok done. you huge softie. jensen: not always misha: oh really? misha: how about now? jensen: not now jensen: call me misha; as you wish…

Jensen’s brain (Jensain): holy shit!! look at our hot husband!! mmm…we like the grey and the sweat and the beard and, hey, did we give him that shirt? Jensen: yep. Jensen’s brain: and he sounds all smart and sincere, which turns us on….WOW we’ve been apart for too long! Jensen: tell me about it. Jensen’s brain: Say something about how good he looks. Jensen: I can’t. It’s public. Jensen’s brain: You gotta. Jensen: I. CAN’T. Jensen’s brain: But how these bitches gonna know he’s yours!? Do you know how many people are looking at this video RIGHT NOW?! Jensen: OMG Jensen’s brain: OMG Jensen: they gotta know… Jensen’s brain: YESSSSS!! DO IT!! Tell everyone the sexy, scruffy, deep-voiced, poetry-reciting motherfucker standing in the sunlight belongs to you! Jensen: I can’t say that. I’m just..gonna…tease him? about something? Jensen’s brain: u serious? 😒 Jensen: Well…no… Jensen’s brain: tell him you like the whole package! Jensen: I cannot use the word “package” about Misha in public. Jensen’s brain: 😏 Jensen’s brain: Fine! Can you at least mention how strong he is? Jensen: … I guess that’s less…gay… Jensen’s brain: uh-huh, sure. way less gay. 🙄 Jensen: ok, I did it. now leave me alone. I have to post a picture of my family so that no one suspects I only logged in because I have alerts set for Misha. Jensen’s brain: … Jensen’s brain: hey, you know who looks sexy in flannel PJs?? Jensen: ALRIGHT THAT’S IT

me: *wakes up in a cold sweat and sits upright in bed*

But how much of the mockumentary did Jensen shoot??!?

Misha is busting out of his shirt and jacket in those EW pics again, which makes me think something like this exchange must have taken place:

EW stylists: So, what size is Misha? SPN costumers: Eh, he’s the small one. EW stylists: But…he doesn’t…look small? SPN costumers: Nah, trust us, he’s the small one. EW stylists: Uh, looks more like he’s a 6’ wall of muscle but ok Misha: What’s a clothes? I will wear it. *Jensen sobbing in the background*

”I’m Full Frontal in Here Dude: Guest Starring Misha Collins” title of Jensen’s sex tape.

Jensen’s brain: you should give Misha that valentine.

Jensen: Yeah, good. It will work for the video. Like, as a joke.

Jensen’s brain: no. not joke. he’s your valentine.

Jensen: No he’s…

Jensen’s brain: you can’t lie to me. I’m you.

Jensen: shit. that’s true.

…

Jensen’s brain: Sooooo…valentine?

Jensen: Fine, but I’m gonna call him “buddy” when I give it to him.

Jensen’s brain: 😐

Jensen: People can’t KNOW!!

Jensen’s brain: You literally just called him your valentine on camera on a livestream but OK WHATEVER make sure you say “buddy.”

Jensen: I did WHAT??!

Jensen’s brain: Why do I bother? 🙄

Destiel AU where Cas is a poet who writes secret poems for Dean and posts them anonymously to an Instagram account that he gets Dean to follow and Dean falls in love with the mystery man he feels is speaking to him…and then realizes it was the guy he already crushed on from afar.

aka AU where Destiel is Cockles (with some tiny changes)

#masterpost #cockles masterpost #cockles crack masterpost #my stuff #bex writes #though sometimes only crack #my cockles crack #cockles crack #these two idiots #jensen vs jensen's brain #jensain #cockles humor #life in the trash can #jensen trash cat ackles #pray4jensen #pray4misha #pray4us #TEAM DUMPSTER MANSION #rps for ts

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skamremakesfromhell · 6 years

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I will never understand how skam italia got so popular that it somehow developed its own breed of stans outside of regular skam/Rm skam stans? Like i literally see other rm stan accounts othe twitter and tumblr complain about how obnoxious skam it stans are

so idk if you were really asking for a breakdown but i’ve been thinking about this a lot recently so im gonna ramble about it for a bit whoops

so it was always inevitable that the remakes would cause divisions within the skam fandom and i think that’s important to kept in mind. there were divisions when there was only the 1 show! the chaos of 8 was a given lol. so not only would there be people that preferred one remake over another but there was also the immediate division between fans of og who didn’t even wanna touch a remake with a 10 foot pole and og fans that were watching the remakes

so the first rounds of remakes start (skamfr, skamit, druck, and skamus) and there was a lot of excitement and disappointment happening because we were all excited for new content but simultaneously disappointed that the content wasn’t new enough. that s1 was the same exact story across them all. skam france came first and it really set the bar real low. it felt to many like a cheap copycat. it had some fun stuff here and there and the cast was doing a decent job but overall with the constant promise of “change” from the production/cast that never followed through a lot of people quickly got tired of it. by the time s1 was almost over druck and skam italia began to air and a little bit later skam austin starts. right here i think it’s important that s2 of skam france was airing for a majority of the time these others were on since s2 is the season that’s the most “either you love it or you hate it”

a number of people gave up on skamfr either not feeling it/refusing to watch s2/whatever and moved on to the other remakes. i think it’s really important to note that at this time skamit was the only version that was changing “william” in any substantial way. druck only changes at the very end and it’s only the fact that he apologized to kiki on his own but edoardo had been introducing small deliberate changes to his character throughout the season. this gained interest from both noorhelm fan and anti noorhelm people because it was new! and different! compared to the other version not changing much for this storyline and skamfr airing a basic copy of s2 this was an exciting development! it was something that intrigued more og fans

of course you have to remember that everyone thought all the remakes were gonna be terrible. they were all a lost cause from the very beginning. people that were enjoying the remakes were already having to be defensive against og fans who hated the remakes just for enjoying them. skamfr was already kinda a dud, skamus had too much hype and pressure on it since it was the one julie was working on to really live up to that, and druck was falling to the wayside from poor production decisions (going on break for a week within the first month without telling anyone ?!?? really ?!?) skamit s1 did seem to be the best produced, with some interesting character changes, and a nice aesthetic. it quickly became the one most people recommended to others. new person asks “which remake should i watch?” and the first answer would almost always be skamit. italians were all pleasantly surprised by the show which made them want to spread it even more. like “look finally some good italian television!” the actors are good and not super overdramatic! the shots are nice and pretty! everyone on the cast is so pretty! rome is so pretty!

but what made this turn into the skamit fans being their own “separate” fandom? well if you go back through all the #discourse you can see all the number of time skamit fans have had to defend the fact that they liked skamit and that in itself will limit you down to the kind of people are always on the defense. who feel like they have to talk about all the great amazing things to feel validated in liking what they like because people are out there criticizing it. who either don’t care about issues people raise or don’t want to think about it. “why can’t everyone leave us alone” “if you don’t like don’t watch” “this is how italy is and you’re the problem for not understanding that”. the casting of sana caused a lot of people to call out skamit and condemn it as “problematic” and/or refuse to watch it before it even aired. now i believe those people are well within their right to do that. if something like this about a show upsets you you don’t owe it to anybody to watch it. but what this caused was people that wanted to watch skamit/enjoyed it felt the need to dismiss the issues raised by other people in the fandom. this is because 1) people were attacking them for liking skamit and 2) it’s become the culture of fandoms to demand you only enjoy things that meet an incredibly high moral ground and you have to constantly prove that the media you enjoy does that. which is such a disservice to being media literate honestly. and this kept happening. the racist, fatphobic comments, the excuse from the production about sana’s casting, the lack of any minority actors, the excluding of mahdi’s characters, the n-word being used and the mess that was the response from the cast and crew

it was one after another of things that made a number of people decided to not be a fan of skamit anymore and once they’d decided that any new thing that came out just proved to them that they were right! that skamit was racist and they were right for dropping it! but that doesn’t just end there because then it becomes anyone that supports skamit is racist and doesn’t deserve respect. and while all this is happening as every new thing happens and we all argue again about who is the most “morally superior” the fans of skamit are stepping on the toes of anyone that dares to criticize the show. they are defensive because they feel like their character is being attacked. because they feel like they have to be. and so ideologies are clashing all over the place over what is and isn’t racist, what’s good representation, what’s the importance of representation over “realism”, how realistic is skam really, you have muslims saying sana’s casting is disgraceful and muslims saying they don’t mind it, people of color saying it’s bad that there are no pocs and that sana is whitewashed and other people of color saying this isn’t a big deal because it’s realistic for italy, europeans claiming all the hate is coming from americans who live in a “us centric world” and don’t understand european views on race and europeans saying uh no i also think this is racist, italians saying this is just how italy is and italians calling all the racist stuff out. it’s just a ton of arguments that are difficult things to get people to see eye to eye on especially when it’s all over social media text and everyone feels like they have something to prove! prove the show they like is morally sound! prove they’re actually the most “woke”! prove and blame and defend and dog pile on everything! and no one is actually listening to each other because defending or shitting on a show is more important than remembering the humanity behind these arguments. remembering that there’s a person who you’re upsetting! who you are hurting because we’ve all invested too much of ourself in this!

it really bred this perfect space for back and forth arguments that went nowhere because people felt the need to tighten their hold on their own ideologies and to defend their position over any random comments they see. i’m guilty of doing this a number of times. i’ve seen a post in the skam tag and made my own post against it. i’ve seen comments on my post or people sub-blogging me and called them out to address it. this thing this show and all it’s versions are something we as fans all feel very strongly about. and this is really the only space we have to talk about it. to hash everything out. to post whatever thought we have. emotion run high! and with the anonymity of social media these arguments escalate so quickly!

i think it’s accurate to say that skamit fans are defensive. they feel like they have to be because they feel like the reasons they and the show they love are attacked are arbitrary reasons. they’ll dealt with so much criticism that any remark against skamit feels like another attack they need to defend themselves against. which has now created a culture where people are scared to say anything critical of skamit. that they’ll be deemed a hater and told “if you don’t like don’t watch”. but people don’t have to defend against every argument they see! they dont need to sit themselves on a high horse! anti skamit people are told to just leave and not bother with skamit but this goes both ways! skamit fans don’t have to address every criticism!

because of this back and forth that went no where we’ve created a culture where we can’t seem to even have discussions about the show anymore. about what we like/don’t like. what’s working and what’s not. that if you say “i don’t like this” you’ll get someone in your ask box basically saying “fuck you” because we attacked the people that wanted to enjoy the show it’s made them feel that everything is an attack. and this is a phenomenon you see across many fandoms! this morally superior hate-filled childish attacks. and at this point i don’t know if we can undo the damage that’s been done, both to how the fans of skamit view criticizers and how the people that aren’t fans view the fans. and that’s honestly really unfortunate

#ask #anon #it: talkingheads #idk

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possiblyimbiassed · 6 years

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Terror by Night

– analysing John’s blog post ”The Aluminium Crutch”

Two different characters in the show – Harry, the equerry from Buckingham Palace in ASiB, and Dr. Frankland, the murderer in THoB - acknowledge this case on John’s blog as particularly interesting.

But – surprisingly perhaps – this crime case is never shown or even mentioned by Sherlock or John in the actual show. So why not have a closer look on The Aluminium Crutch here instead? Surely this must have been analysed in metas before, but since I don’t know of any at the moment (forgive me if I’ve missed something!), I’ll give it a try.

The crime case takes place in a theatre where Sherlock watches the play “Terror by Night”. Since John isn’t present (he’s on a date), Sherlock describes the whole case to him on his voice mail, which John then transcribes verbatim to his blog. So this time we have Sherlock’s own account of the case directly in the blog post.

Case summary: There’s a murder committed on stage. The actor Matthew Michael, playing Detective Sidney Paget who in the play is investigating the murder of Lady Margaret Chaplette, gets hit with an aluminium crutch – supposed to be a rubber props - and dies. The actor William Howells, playing Albert Chaplette, the lady’s son and also murderer, is the one who hits Michael with the crutch.

Since Sherlock’s voice mail account might be a bit complicated to follow, I’ve made a little table to structure it up:

Sherlock narrows down the possible suspects to – surprise – Matthew Michael himself! He had substituted the rubber aluminium crutch for a real one, hoping to get the misbehaving and drunk actor Howells to be fired for breaking his arm or something similar, but his plan backfired and he received a fatal blow to the head. So the point of this is that the victim actually caused his own death.

Some ‘features of interest’:

Sherlock comments on suicide methods in this blog post: ”…there are easier ways of committing suicide - even if you do want to do so dramatically live on stage”. This seems similar to the script with deleted scenes in ASiP, where Sherlock tells Lestrade how he would have killed himself.

This death was not actually intended as a suicide; the crutch was made of aluminium, which is a light metal. According to Sherlock a blow by it wouldn’t normally kill someone. And in this case Michael probably only wanted it to leave enough damage on him for Howells to have to suffer consequences, preferably be fired from the theatre. In the episode corresponding in time to this blog post – ASiB – there’s a car that backfires and also a man who manages to kill himself with his own boomerang. It seems to me that they’re trying to make a point here, and I can’t help thinking of my theory that Sherlock’s possibly comatose state in TLD, TAB and S4 is actually self-inflicted by drugs. Maybe this blog post case is foreshadowing John’s wedding as a crime scene, which I theorized about in these metas (X) (X)?

There’s a crutch playing a central role; an item that appears three times in the show, which all point towards John: 1. John uses a crutch for his psychosomatic limp (before Sherlock cures him from it) in ASiP, 2. Faith (John mirror, both versions of her) in TLD uses one for unknown reasons and 3. Sherlock uses John’s old crutch as a hidden recording device for Culverton’s confessions in TLD (which he has provoked by telling Culverton to kill him by overdose!).

We’re not told why the Albert Chaplette character needs a crutch, but the actor accidentally kills his colleague who plays the detective of the play with it. Looks a bit like mirrors of Sherlock and John to me. My theory again: If Sherlock did OD after TSoT as a reaction to heartbreak, then this was unknowingly caused by John marrying Mary, right? Just like William Howells unknowingly killed Matthew Michael with his crutch. But the fatal blow was actually self-inflicted.

Sidney Paget is actually the name of ACD’s most famous illustrator for the SH stories – the one who used to draw Holmes in a deerstalker, an item which was never mentioned in ACD’s texts.

(Source: X)

Coincidentally, the only scene in the show that is from an actual theatre is the short sequence in ASiB where Sherlock and John walk across a stage, presumably talking about potential blog titles of their case (a bit like in Sherlock’s MP in TAB): “Belly button murders” or “Navel Treaty”. It’s a bit confusing, because I think I can spot an aluminium crutch in this picture:

But I don’t really get what the Aluminium Crutch case had to do with ‘navels’ or ‘bellybuttons’? And what’s John doing there; wasn’t he supposed to be on a date? Or do they mean ‘navel-gazing’, as in ‘self-indulgent introspection’? Hmm...

Right after that is when Sherlock finds the deerstalker (among some theatre costumes) and puts it on for the first time, wanting to hide himself and John from press photographers. Which of course has the exactly opposite effect and traps him in a stereotyped public Persona.

But what about the title of the play in this blog post, “Terror by Night” – is that simply an invention for BBC Sherlock or does it have other implications? Well, we don’t get to know the actual plot of the play. But as a matter of fact, this title is a Rathbone movie! (I’ll never cease to be overwhelmed by the treasure trove that this show is, with all its accessories :)). “Terror by Night” is an old Sherlock Holmes adaptation from 1946 starring Basil Rathbone as Holmes and Nigel Bruce as Watson; a crime drama and film noir directed by Roy William Neill.

Plot summary: A big diamond is stolen on a London-Edinburgh train and the son of its owner is murdered. On board the train are Holmes (who was hired to watch over the diamond),

Watson, Lestrade and Lady Margaret (diamond owner). Among the suspects are also a grumpy maths professor and a middle-aged couple (possibly brother and sister?). But there’s also Sebastian Moran (disguised as an old military friend of Watson’s) and his henchman Sands. A train guard is also murdered and Holmes is almost pushed from the train, but manages to survive and figure out who the culprits are; Moran and Sands (whom Moran eventually kills off). A young woman transporting her deceased mother to Scotland in a coffin is also involved. The Scottish police arrive and (apparently) arrest Moran. But there’s a plot twist: Holmes manages to capture Moran for real by using a moment when the lights are turned off to handcuff him, while the false policemen (from Moran’s gang) lead away a disguised Lestrade instead, to their own misfortune. And the diamond is, of course, recovered.

Some observations:

In the ‘Terror by Night’ movie Lady Margaret’s son is the murder victim, contrary to the play mentioned on John’s blog, where Lady Margaret’s son murders his mother. The array of possible suspects seems a bit similar between the movie and John’s blog case.

There are many train scenes in this movie; in fact most of the story takes place on a train ride to Scotland. In BBC Sherlock there’s no train murder (except for the case “Murder at the ‘Orient Express’”, which is another of John’s blog posts that is never referred to in the show, but that case wasn’t actually about a train but a restaurant. The title, however, refers to a famous story by Agatha Christie that was published over a decade before the Rathbone movie). But there’s still quite a few trains or train references in BBC Sherlock, at least in TEH, TAB and TFP.

There’s a coffin on the train, with a dead body but also with a secret compartment underneath the body. The secret compartment is empty, but Holmes discovers that Moran’s henchman must have been using this space to get on the train unseen.

Which makes me think of Emilia Ricoletti’s excavated dead body in TAB, where Sherlock tries to find – in vain - a second body underneath Emilia’s coffin.

And then there’s also the empty coffin in TFP, which Sherlock smashes in frustration.

There’s a train passenger named Vivian Vedder, who is an accomplice to the criminals. She doesn’t actually kill anyone, but the name still makes me think of Vivian Norbury in TST. Both are random characters who appear to be significant, but who later are just left without any kind of aftermath.

I haven’t fully watched any other of the many Rathbone adaptations before, so please forgive me if I’m a bit disrespectful about this one. Rathbone may have been a very good actor, but I’m slightly disappointed by the dialogue and plot line. The whole film is, in my opinion, rather predictable and stereotyped, and both Watson and Lestrade are displaying such an annoying amount of stupidity that it gets frustrating to watch. But maybe that’s just me. :) In any case, I do hope we’ll see Sherlock and John finally get out of that ‘Rathbone Place’ where they got frozen at the end of TFP. ;)

Tagging some people who might be interested: @raggedyblue @ebaeschnbliah @gosherlocked @loveismyrevolution @sagestreet @sarahthecoat @tjlcisthenewsexy @elldotsee @csi-baker-street-babes

#Rathbone adaptations #The Aluminium Crutch #John's blog is important #terror by night

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aerynwrites · 5 years

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Writer Questionare

Short stories, novels, or poems?

For writing: short stories are a must for me. I have the attention span of a three year old so it’s almost impossible for me to write anything longer than a few chapters.

*Fun fact time!* - I actually did write a chapter fic when I was in late middle school about a YouTuber I like and he actually fucking read it on his channel. I was just cringing so hard I wanted the void to swallow me whole. Most people would love for their fic to be read by said person, but nope. Nuh-uh. That was not supposed to be seen by him and I hope it ever sees the light of day ever agin.

What genre do you prefer reading?

I prefer reading Scienc fiction or thrillers for sure! Anything post-apocalyptic or something that gets me thinking and my heart racing is just such a joy for me!

What genre do you prefer writing?

Fiction and Sci-fi.

Are you a planner or a write-as-I-go kind of person?

Can I be a little of both? Like I never have anything fully planned out with a beginning, middle, and end. It’s usuallu just one of thos pieces or a certain quote or scene I have stuck in my head and I know I want to get to that point, but everything else just happens. I’ll st down and just let whatever happens happen.

What music do you listen to while writing?

This is going to sound weird, but....I don’t? Music never had and probably never will be a big or imperative thing in my life. I only listen to music when I’m in the car and then very rarely, I’ll listen to the a Spotify acoustic station when I am doing homework or working on my art. I find music distracting when I write.

Fave books/movies?

Get ready y’all. Buckle in. Because this is gonna be a good sized list. I love movies and watch way too many, as well as read too much haha.

Movies:

Wind River - By far probably one of my favorite movies. Stunning film work, amazing actors, heart wreanching and eye opening story about the struggles and dangers the Native Americans face in Reservations.

Sicario (1&2) - wonderful camera work and filming, definitely on the darker side but with a good message and story about the corruption of the American gov’t operations and such.

Oblivion - TALK ABOUT PLOT TWISTS! Post-apocalyptic, keeps you on your toes!

Forrest Gump - A classic. Also, Tom Hanks. I love that man.

Pretty much all the marvel movies but I wont go into detail about that.

Bird Box - A newbie to the film world, but so worth the watch, I couldn’t take my eyes off the screen and I felt many emotions through out the entire movie.

Books:

My English major is going to show lol.

The 5th Wave series

The crucible

Hunger games

Of Mice and Men

Desiree’s Baby (a text I read in college but I fucking love it so much)

Paradise Lost

1984 (a classic that is starting to become eerily similar to todays America 0.0)

The Lord of the Rings

Any current WIPs?

Nope. I can’t write anything in pieces. If I write something I get it all done in one sitting.

If someone were to make a cartoon out of you, what would your standard outfit be?

Easy. Skinny jeans, with sneakers or my doc martens, and a simple t-shirt or long sleeved shirt

Create a character description for yourself:

Hi, I’m Aeryn, I am very plain (no make-up or anything) with shoulder length dark brown hair that doesn’t know what the fuck it’s doing, so I just straighten it all the time. I wear glasses because I’m blind as a bat. I am an extrovert when I want to be but most of the time socializing wears me out so I tend to star introverted and stay to my self a lot. I will get very deep with conversations very fast so be warned. Also I get very heated about the things going on in society and pollution for some reason?

Do you like incorporating people you actually know into your writing?

Not really. I incorporate aspects of them though. Like their characteristics or mannerisms, but not the people themselves.

Are you kill-happy with characters?

Depends. If I’m in a fluffy happy mood, they are safe. If I am in an angststy mood ERRY BODY GONNA DIE.

Coffee or tea while writing?

Neither.

Slow or fast writer?

Fast. Too fast. I can bust out 2-3 pieces a day if I wanted too and had enough free time.

Where/who/what do you find inspiration from?

Mainly my own head. I think if random scenarios all the time and then usually apply that to my writing. But if not that then defiantly the other talented and fantastic writers on this website!

If you were put into a fantasy world, what would you be?

Idk what I would be to everyone else, but I would love to be a wood elf. (Super specific I know lol). But I love the outdoors, and the idea of being like one with nature and such. I also do archery competitively so I have that going for me.

Most fave book cliche? Least fave book cliche?

I love the whole like dense characters don’t know they each like one another until the end of this story cliche. Such a good one lol.

NOW. I absolutely LOATH, the absence of communication trope. Like JUST FUCKING TALK TO EACHOTHER PEOPLE!!! Oh you saw me kissing this boy at a bar? Why would I tell you my side of the story instead of brokenly saying random words until you storm off and then brood in misery? LIKE WHAT??? It bugs the SHIT out of me when characters problems could be fixed with like one, 2 minute long conversation but they just don’t do it.

Fave scenes to write?

Angsty, sad, pining, just sad scenes.

Most productive time of day for writing?

Eh. Whenever I have time. It’s usually afternoon or evening though.

Reason for writing?

Mainly because I like to do it! I love fan fic because I love the idea of making about her person’s world your own and making he ending YOU want. It’s nice and therapy I to just get stuff of my chest and onto paper!

Sorry for ant spelling errors, it’s late and I gott work in the morning lol.

I tag: @writerscavity @deviantsupporter @that-one-kermit-blog @self-indulgent-authorship @landofmisfitfics

#Aeryn talks #tag game #thanks you for the tag! this was fun to do!#i love stuff like this

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moccahobi · 6 years

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Role Model ≠ Model Dongsaeng [Jimin x Reader]

Warnings: None (Crack)

Word Count: 2,106 words

Summery: The slow descent into madness and love for you was accompanying Jimin as he meet an old time friend of Hoseok hyung.

The first time Jimin met you, you were curled up with Jung Dawon noona on her couch as the two of you slowly vegged on popcorn, eyes hidden by the other’s body as some random person in your taiwanese horror marathon died a gory death. Apparently, Hoseok hyung wanted to surprise his sister for her birthday, although all that changed after the members heard two very scared screams from his phone (one of you had somehow managed to buttdial him). As soon as the blood curdling screams were heard the members rushed to her apartment (surprisingly small for someone who owned a clothing store), her birthday gifts completely forgotten in the elevator. For once Hoseok used his key to immediately open her apartment door as he came in screeching in an attempt to scare whoever might’ve attacked you two (well… really just her because no one in the group knew you were there). It wasn’t until you, with your large doe eyes and trembling body, turned to look at Hoseok that he suddenly shouted “My friend! My friend!” repeatedly while jumping up and down, his normal, excited smile invading his face.

“H-H-hell-hello… Hoseok…” You squeaked out. He later found out as you ran around the apartment screaming about not needing to give crazy people respect that you had just returned from a four year long study abroad in Costa Rica. He also later found out that you either didn’t want to address a close friend with any semblance of respect or you completely forgot how to properly speak Korean.

The second time was two months later when you suddenly burst into the dorms with a beet red face and demanded for Dawon noona (who came over to hang with her brother), but before you could ussher her out of the dorms you burst down into tears crying about needing chocolate but not wanting to be in public because you looked ugly (something Jimin would have vehemently disagreed with if he wasn’t so shocked). The mood swing came suddenly before your eyes widened, you groaned, and curled up into a ball.

He was only able to catch a muffled, “I literally feel like someone is ripping my spine out from my ovaries. This isn’t normal.” Before noona’s face turned red from embarrassment as she struggled to drag you out of the living room with strangled grunts. No less than five minutes later (once you were cuddling a tub of chocolate ice cream and a bottle of sriracha and was watching some reruns of a show called “Buffy the Vampire Slayer”) you apologised for that. Your excuse was simple: You weren’t used to that stuff being taboo to talk about in more open spaces.

The third time was only a day later. You went up to him when he was at the convenience store with a nervous smile on your face. “What are you famous for? Because I swear I think I’ve seen your face in at least two adds, but I have not been able to place it at all and I sure as hell am not going to ask Dawon or Hoseok. They’d just make fun of me.”

A small snort left his lips when you asked because the way your brows furrowed together as you cussed made you look so adorable and he couldn’t handle it, “I’m in a band with Hoseok hyung.” He said, and though he wanted to ask for your number, you merely perked up, eyes shining as you thanked him and scurried away to some other part of the store.

By the fourth time he met you (nearly a month later when the band visited Dawon’s apartment-- now your shared apartment) he had finally managed to get the courage to ask for your number, something a couple other members did directly after you gave Jimin yours. It was nice to see you again and he couldn’t stop smiling like a child in a candy shop when he did. Later you ended making a Costa Rican snack for everyone to eat (which was basically some fried banana and sauces), although you repeatedly told them that they were Platanas and the dish was called “Patacones” with a very offended and very cute look of scorn taking over your face but all he could hear was smooth foreign words flowing from your mouth. Later that day you started to sing some song in the same language, your voice cracking as you stumbled over your feet in a poor attempt at a tango while everyone laughed, including you.

The fifth and sixth time he has seen you was in a pre-drama binge interview you were in. Hoseok had gathered everyone up (including Dawon noona) to watch this drama that was fully released on this random website. It first he didn’t recognize you as your introduction was a video of thirteen-year-old you dressed up as a princess for some popular tv show he probably watched past his bedtime. You were an adorable and annoying little sister and sidekick to the main character as he worked on creating a world of his imagination in the woods.

Your voice brought him back to the present as you answered the question the interviewer had given you (what brought you back?), “I love acting. Plain and simple, really. I know that many child stars were pressured into acting by their parents, and yes for a little before I left the scene, I was, but I really do love it. Plus, any of my friends from then and now can guarantee you that I have waaaaayyy too much pent up energy that comes out as me being dramatic. It’d be stupid for me not to share!” You looked at home on his tv (something you almost always looked like, but still). They ended up watching every single episode that was posted that night. You were the main character’s love interest and Jimin was manly enough to admit that only a slight twinge of jealousy sprung up that night as he saw you kiss that actor over and over again.

The seventh time was your birthday. Hoseok, him, and two other members were trying to surprise you for it (something that they’d yet to learn would never work because you were just so sporadic and impulsive that getting you away or to the surprise location could never happen), but once they opened up the door they heard Dawon noona shouting “Give me my damn phone back!” as you cackled and sprinted around the small space, your feet slaming as you passed them, a pillow being lightly thrown in Dawon’s direction as she struggled to keep up with you.

“You’re a…” she huffed for air, “A role model! Act better!”

“¿Soy un ejemplo? ¡Mi nalgas! You just want me to be a submissive little-” There was a loud bang before Dawon sighed and they heard her say, “That’s why you don’t run on hardwood floor with fuzzy socks, yeodongsaeng. Now, get up and shower. We’re going to go out and grab some dinner to celebrate your birthday.”

“It’s my birthday?” You were careful with your shoulder the rest of the night and wore some gorgeous long sleeve dress to hide the blister red bump forming there, but Jimin still saw you as a shining star.

The eighth time was when Dawon had kicked you out of your joint apartment (you said something about you nearling setting your computer on fire and breaking all the ceramic cups if he remembered correctly) so you went to Bangtan’s dorm to spend the night on the couch. He felt bad because they didn’t have any extra space and no one wanted to give up their beds for you (especially Yoongi; he wouldn’t give up his bed even if the survival of the world relied on it). Jimin felt so guilty that he tried to stay up all night with you. It was nice to get to talk to you alone for once and he knew that after that night his feelings towards you would only grow exponentially. That night you two talked about everything and nothing (one of them being how you met Hoseok in grade school as you were the same age and all. You had just transferred schools and wanted to make a friend ASAP, so planned to become friends with the most popular person there… instead you befriended him). The entire night was full of light laughter and large smiles… well…

Until three am when he fell asleep and you, in a very sleepy state, snuck off to sleep in his bed. That morning the members laughed at Jimin for “how could he lose his bed to a girl?!”, but you weren’t just any girl to him. After a hectic day of practice and interviews (you had left shortly after you woke up because you were busy and “ain’t no way in hell that I will be spending twelve hours sitting on the floor of a dance studio. Nu-uh!”), Jimin curled up into his bed, the slight smell of you tickling his senses as a school boy like giggle left his lips at the thought of you sleeping in this exact bed as him.

The ninth time was planned (by a certain someone who was tired of hearing him gush about you and your acting). You two were meant to be meeting the Jung siblings at some ice cream parlor before laser tag, only to be ditched with a simple text message (if that alone was not a simple sign that they had planned that, the two also sent a text to their roommate respectively, saying the exact same thing… at the exact same time). Rest assured you guys screamed into the night, running through a deserted park together as you played tag… ditching the siblings for the rest of the night (later Jimin put all the blame on you, which wasn’t wrong). That night gave him so much joy that made him feel rejuvenated and new in the silence of the night, never to be heard of again and never to be spoken about again either.

The tenth time felt like an eternity later (but was really only four months later) on Christmas day. Both he and you were busy beyond control and while you did text nearly every day, it wasn’t the same. You were a calm texter, rational almost-- something he knew you were not. At all (In fact, when he was whining to Hoseok about that, the man agreed saying something along the lines of “I almost forgot how crazy she is. We’d only text while she was away, and that was through instagram”... coincidentally, that was also the day he found your social medias as well). While Dawon might’ve normally joined the band or flew home to Gwangju to spend time with the parent Jungs, she invited the members over. They ordered takeout and part way through a Disney movie marathon, you walked out of your room (more like pranced out, but still), and sat yourself down right on Jimin’s lap with a bowl of more popcorn. He was very caught up in the moment, and could only hear the beating of his own heart in his ears along with the faint shout “What?! I have popcorn and he’s in the middle! It is the smartest arrangement! Plus have you seen these thighs?! I swear to you they look like pillows! I mean, they’re less comfortable than I thought, but still!” It made his morning.

After they finished the movie they gathered into a somewhat-circle around the pine tree the two of you had somehow managed to get into the small apartment to give out presents (it was mostly you who begged, but you also had the most gifts to give out). You had insisted that everyone give out their gifts before you even thought of touching the large pile of gifts you had in a corner, something they begrudgingly did (He was super nervous because while he had gotten you a small gift, the small friendship bracelet was something he spend hours mulling over before he eventually decided on it). By the time it was your turn, you were literally jumping in your spot. You had given each and every one out (everyone but Jimin getting an actual gift, he was left with a little letter. The letter was mushy and adorable as you wrote about what you liked best in him before ending with the small line “So you’re going on a date with me. No choice.” And that lead to your eleventh time meeting as well.

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vixxscifiwritings · 6 years

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you and me, we’d be big conversation (1/?)

Summary - Sooyeon and Hongbin might be dating, except they aren’t and Hongbin swears that there is a good reason for the pretense. Just no good reason for accidentally falling in love along the way.

Tag List: @seraphistols @tomatoholmes @merlionmen @kpop-loving-noona

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“This is legitimately the stupidest idea you have come up with and I am your childhood friend and I have seen you come up with very stupid ideas” Sooyeon said with a very unimpressed look on her face. Hongbin started, looking at his manager Jinhwan but did not say anything.

“It makes sense when you think about it” Changkyun explained. “Actors do it all the time for promoting their dramas. And we aren’t even asking you for an official statement of a relationship. We’re just suggesting… helping the rumours along.”

“Honestly Mr Kim” Hwemi, Sooyeon’s manager started. “Hongbin and Sooyeon are both well known actors in their own rights. We don’t really need a scandal or rumours to gain their fan base’s attention.”

“I agree. As the director, it isn’t even my job to suggest this to you but the producers are adamant” Changkyun explained. “And… ready to change actors if necessary.”

“The producers signed a contract with Jellyfish Ent. Replacing Hongbin will mean legal action” Jinhwan said with a frown.

“Which is a mess we are trying to avoid” Changkyun said, agreeing with him.

“I haven’t signed my contract yet” Sooyeon reminded him.

“But the part was written for you! There is no way that the production team will replace you, right?” Hwemi said, panic rising in her voice. Sooyeon’s temper was legendary and this wouldn’t be the first time she would have walked out of an acting gig for it. Sooyeon stared at Changkyun who refused to back down.

“Maybe we should talk to the producers” Hongbin suggested, trying to smooth the rising tensions. “They’ll see sense. Dating rumours aren’t really necessary.”

“The production team has their mind set. Are you in or not?” Changkyun asked, looking at Sooyeon. Sooyeon looked at Hwemi who was trying to school her expression to the eerie calm that Sooyeon was displaying.

“It’s just rumours and not actually fake dating?” Sooyeon asked.

“Yes. You’ll just have to be spotted together for a while till the film marketing begins officially. Then the fact that you were filming and working together will just naturally explain away the rumours” Changkyun told her.

“The internet always remembers. This isn’t as simple as the 1920s when public opinion changes with one random news article here and a contradictory radio interview” Sooyeon reminded him. “And I don’t see why you’re all looking for my answer. Lee Hongbin hasn’t said he would do it either.”

“My fans won’t believe I am actually dating you. They are happy shipping me with Chansik” Hongbin laughed.

“See? There is literally no point to this exercise” Sooyeon argued.

“What do you want me to do then?” Changkyun asked, in a frustrated voice.

“Tell the production team that we don’t need stupid dating rumours as a screen test for our chemistry. Hongbin and I are actors with good amount of experience in stupid romance movies” Sooyeon fumed.

“They won’t agree. I wouldn’t be here if it was this easy to convince them” Changkyun replied.

“Let’s all calm down now” Jinhwan said before the shouting match could continue.

“Fine. But I have conditions. Conditions that must be written down and followed by everyone involved in the process. And if they aren’t then I will pull out of this movie even if it is in post production. Is that clear?” Sooyeon said, folding her hands and crossing her legs. With that pose, it was easy to see why she had a reputation in the industry.

“What conditions?” Changkyun asked thoughtfully.

“One, we aren’t forced into a scandal because both our agencies have rules about this” she began.

“Second, no interference. Hongbin and I decide what has to be done and when while respecting mutual boundaries. And no interference means no ‘anonymous leaks’ or ‘insider sources’ on shady conspiracy forums either. Third, this doesn’t last beyond the next three months, regardless of whether this movie goes into production or not. I do not have that kind of patience or the time” she listed firmly.

“They won’t agree to the second condition. I am very sure the producers had something in mind when they asked this of you two” Changkyun said thoughtfully.

“Hwemi, burn my contract” Sooyeon said standing up. She grabbed her bag and put on her coat, absolutely serious about leaving till Changkyun stopped her.

“I’ll see what I can do” he said and Sooyeon pursed her lips.

“Don’t you have anything to add?” she asked Hongbin directly.

“We set the rules for what we can do?” he asked. She nodded in response. “Then I guess we will have to sort it out before we begin the… affair.”

Sooyeon raised an eyebrow at the wording but said nothing further. She turned to Hwemi who had no idea how to feel about this entire affair. “I want these conditions written into the no objection section of my contract. Also, you should get Jinhwan’s number so that we can talk further” she instructed and the younger woman nodded.

“I’ll wait for you in the car” Sooyeon said, leaving without any pleasantries or goodbyes and the rest of the audience sighed.

“She’s really no nonsense” Changkyun huffed.

“You don’t get to the top any other way” Jinhwan commented. “But I am starting to see that being her manager must be very nerve wrecking.”

“It ages you very fast on some days” Hwemi said ruefully. Jinhwan smiled at her before holding his phone out. Hwemi entered her number and texted herself before leaving.

“Yah, are you really okay with this? She’s my friend but she’s scary as hell on some days” Changkyun told Hongbin.

“I survived Taekwoon hyung’s awkward phase. I can survive anything” Hongbin said feeling uneasy about the entire deal. It felt like he had put his foot in his mouth agreeing to the faux scandal. With Han Sooyeon, one of the top actresses in South Korea nonetheless.

She really was something else. Hongbin had only ever seen her in dramas and movies. She had started as a child actor and continued acting with no breaks. Hongbin had been an idol for five years, but she had been an actresses for almost twenty years now. On screen she was famous for her potrayal of concepts ranging girl crush to innocent girl next door. In the acting circle, she was infamous for being tough and hard to deal with. There were also rumours of her bitchy behaviour but her fandom and agency was always quick to quell those.

There was no way the production team would agree to this. And even if they did, it would just be three months of living normally and occasionally giving away a hint or two of him perhaps dating someone. Shangri-la promotions were done and Hongbin wasn’t scheduled to appear on shows where people could take advantage of the rumours for show ratings. Jellyfish had gotten very good at editing out interviews before they made it to the press.

He would be just fine. Wouldn’t he?

-x-

“You know… I didn’t think they would actually approve of the conditions set” Hongbin said, swinging his legs in his chair. It had been two months since Sooyeon’s discussion with Changkyun and this was the first time she, Jinhwan, Hwemi and him were in the same room. It was supposed to be awkward but no one wanted to speak first and he was getting bored.

“I set them hoping they would kick me out” Sooyeon agreed with a huff.

“I would have liked to see you explain that to the agency” Hwemi said.

“I would have liked to see the agency pretend like I don’t pay all the bills in that place” Sooyeon retorted. Hwemi blushed, feeling embarrassed at her behaviour. Modesty was clearly a talent that Sooyeon was losing with age. And it would be fine if it was just the two of them but there were other people here and she wished she would behave.

“In any case, we are thrilled to be working with you Miss Han. Please take care of us” Jinhwan said formally, bowing to her.

“I look forward to working with and learning more from you” Hongbin added with a bow of his own.

“You do fine. You don’t really need advice from me” Sooyeon said, waving it off. “What you need is more variety from the cookie cutter chocolate boy male lead. But the roles you land as an idol actor is not in your hand.”

“True… but she really liked your web drama” Hwemi added with a smile. Jinhwan smiled at her as well while Hongbin raised an eyebrow at Sooyeon.

“Fine, it made me want to tear my hair out but it was… engaging. So kudos to you for that” Sooyeon admitted.

“You really don’t like romance dramas do you?” Hongbin asked, trying not to grin at her very obvious distaste.

“Yes. Love is dead to me” Sooyeon deadpanned and this time Hongbin laughed. Jinhwan and Hwemi exchanged looks when even Sooyeon smiled a little.

“I’m not here to rant to you about romance dramas though. We actually invited you to lunch to discuss business” Sooyeon said, once the food was present.

“Right… what do you want to do about our situation?” Hongbin asked.

“If we do too little then there would be no point and if we do too much we will be in trouble. Not to mention how pathetic it would look when everyone knows it is fake” Sooyeon pointed out. Hongbin nodded in agreement.

“So my idea was to spark the rumours using anonymous forum posts. Add an instagram upload here and there to keep it going and then just live life normally and pretend like this ugly part of our job doesn’t exist” Sooyeon said.

“And who would make the anonymous posts?” Jinhwan asked.

“It’ll be someone from the PR team of our agency working with yours to make sure the entire thing looks as natural as possible” Hwemi said.

“What do we need to do now?”Hongbin asked.

“Now? We need to take selfies” Sooyeon said, amused with the idea. “Artful selfies, with hints that we were here on a date at the same time and then let fans make the connection that we were meeting each other.”

“We’re taking cheesy photos of each other and accidentally letting a shoulder show?” Hongbin asked, judging her suggestion.

“No. ew. That would be so cheesy and terrible. You’re known to be a professional photographer. We’re taking picture of ourselves and letting this painting hanging behind me show. And if you use that one filter on this one stupid app I can never remember the name of, it will also show the time of the shot in the filter. That’s all we need to do” Sooyeon told him.

“Isn’t that a bit of a stretch? That painting isn’t unique” Hongbin said looking at the abstract galaxy themed painting hanging behind her.

“Not at all. The first post has to look like some delusional fan thinking too hard. Then the others will keep a watch out to prove them wrong and in the process discover they were actually right” Sooyeon said wisely.

“Why does it sound like you are a scandal expert? Who comes up with such foolproof ideas?” Hongbin asked.

“Well, you can’t start shit if you don’t know how to clean up your own mess” she shrugged.

“I just wish you wouldn’t start shit at all” Hwemi said and the pair looked at her. Hwemi was exasperated and Jinhwan was amused at how the two of them had been talking to each other.

“My cold coffee is warm” Sooyeon huffed and the topic was changed.

The responsibility for the small talk fell to Jinhwan and Hwemi who were more than happy to discuss happier mundane things. Hongbin busied himself in observing Han Sooyeon who was now looking at the cafe out of disinterest after finishing her cold coffee. Hongbin felt a little jealous, wishing he could have something sugary and creamy as well. But the best he could do on his diet was an iced americano.

“Sugar substitutes exist you know” Sooyeon said. Hongbin blinked, wondering if he had actually voiced his thoughts out loud.

“You sighed at my coffee five times and pouted at your own thrice. If you had wanted it, i would have switched our orders when your manager wasn’t looking” she told him, playing around with the napkin.

“I probably shouldn’t. Strict diet” he said sadly. He pouted out of habit but stopped just in time, feeling conscious by how quickly Sooyeon noticed things.

“Always hated those. What is Jinhwan like? As a manager and a friend? Is he strict?” she asked.

“Are you really gossiping? Doesn’t fit in with your ice queen image” Hongbin replied.

“I am trying to figure out if the man my friend is interested in is good for her or not” Sooyeon said matter of factly. She turned to check if Jinhwan or Hwemi had noticed but they hadn’t so far. They were busy in their own little bubble.

“So you noticed that too? I thought Jinhwan hyung was the only one with a crush” Hongbin said, sipping on his iced americano.

“No, it’s reciprocated. But he should be worthy of those feelings” Sooyeon said, her firm tone not hiding the threat in her words.

“Trust me, he is” Hongbin assured her. He felt protective and offended but understood that Sooyeon was behaving this way only because she felt the same.

“Good. That was the only reason I took up this stupid shenanigan. So that the two of them could get some time together given our busy schedules” Sooyeon said, staring at the two. Hwemi sensed her stare and turned to look at which Sooyeon shook her head and pretended to be looking for her phone instead.

“I thought romance was dead to you. And yet here you are, matchmaking” Hongbin said, grinning at Sooyeon. She glared at him before going back to her phone.

“Selfies. And nice ones. We need to look like we believe in love” she said in a fake sweet voice that had Hongbin chuckling when she handed her phone over.

-x-

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