#...it was ment to be a simple reference study...

[cavolini-green-tea]

Something something Blind Faith

[para-parasitosis]

CELIA REFERENCE FOR AF....

Transcripción de párrafos y más abajo \ Paragraphs transcription and more below.

Datos básicos:

Colombiana de sangre, criada en PR.

42 años.

Como 4'11...

Portadora de parásito.

Trans, lesbiana y alguna tipo de asexual.

Figura maternal para Estrella y Beladona. Novia de Marisol.

Dato curioso: Celia amas las películas slasher! Como no usa el internet, ella tiene todas sus películas en formato físico.

Celia es una mujer obsesionada con la seguridad física. En las mentes de la humanidad regular, ella es solo una dueña de tienda de esquina, tosca y cangri, por pasar tantas situaciones difíciles. Y asimismo tan amable para añadirte descuentos arbitrarios a la compra de uno compra cuando uno está pasando por un día malo. Todo lo anterior es cierto, pero hay más razones porque es tal como es. Tras el asesinato de su padre, Celia se puso a trabajar a desentererar a una grande teoría de conspiración. Algo que explique la aparición de los parásitos, la muerte de su padre, su propia infection de parásito, y como Estrella encaja con todo esto. Este projecto le ha costado muchos años, largas horas de investigación, y muchas veces su propio bienestar físico.

En su sótano, Celia ha preparado su estación que parece ser un set de películas de asesino en serie. Con la tela de plástico cubriendo los muebles, herramientas de cirugía, y dos grandes frizers. Y bueno, ella si es una carnicera. Le fascina estudiar los parásitos, y más de eso... comercelos, un hábito que apareció después de contrae a aquello parásito que ella rehúsa nombrar. A diferencia de su novia, Marisol, Celia cree en enfrentar el peligro, frequentemente a puños y rajadas. Pero también sabe cuándo se debe huir. De hecho, su necesidad por estar preparada para cualquier situación peligrosa se origina de un miedo intenso a perder a las personas que más ama y a la muerte en si. Esto se convierte en una neurosis autodestructiva que causa peleas con las personas que precisamente estaba tratando de proteger. Una de esas personas que no cree en la psiquiatría ni en los médicos, claro está. Que pues es interesante si consideras de que años atrás ella misma fue una profesional de la salud.

Basic facts:

Colombian by blood, raised in PR.

42 years old.

4'11 ish...

Parasite host.

Trans lesbian + some kind of acespec.

Mom figure of Estrella and Beladona, Marisol's girlfriend.

Fun fact: Celia loves slasher movies! Since she doesn't use the internet, she owns everything physically.

Celia is a woman obsessed with physical security. She's regarded by her community as a simple corner shop owner, rough around the edges, and a permanent grimace etched on her face. While at the same time, kind enough to throw in a bogus discount whenever you've had a bad day. All true, but this is just what she presents to the world. After her father's murder, Celia went to work on a grand conspiracy theory. One that would explain the presence of parasites, her father's wrongful death, her own parasitic infections and how Estrella fits into all of this. This project took many years, long hours and many times, her own blood. Now that her work is finished, Celia plans to enact her revenge.

In her basement, Celia has prepared her station that looks straight out of a serial killer movie. Plastic covered furniture, surgery tools, and two big freezers. And well, it's not like she's not a butcher. She's fascinated by the study of parasites, but more than that...eating them, a habit that kicked in whenever she contracted the parasite she refuses to name. Opposite to her girlfriend, Marisol, Celia believes in confronting danger head on, frequently with punches and slashes. But she also knows when it's time to flee. Actually, her need to be prepared for danger originates from her intense fear of losing her loved ones, and death itself. This becomes a self destructive paranoia that only causes conflict with the exact people she wished to protect. Her paranoia has made it so she doesn't believe in many things anymore. Not therapy, or any medical professional for that matter. Which is interesting considering she used to be one herself years ago.

[itsmoonphobic]

Moonbow at it yet again with a new Mcyt AU-But like what else am I supposed to do?I got so much positive feedback for my royalty AU that I decided to come up with a new AU! Plus I binged all the Ocean's movies and like the main one that inspired me was Ocean's 8,that movie slaps!If you haven't watched it yet you definitely should!!Anyway-Like I said my family and I just moved and I'm getting an extreme haircut today(lmao) so I'm pretty busy but don't worry the first chapter of "Royal Buisness" is going to be out in a few weeks/months!!Love u all and hope u like it <3💤💙

📷Target Spotted💻 (Mcyt Spy AU)

Sleepyboisinc(S.B.I) -> my absolute favorite bois ♡

-The sleepyboisinc originally started of as a joke.A few five year olds have the dream of becoming secret agents and start their own Buisness.

-No one really took it seriously back in the days when the three boys would draw and write down ideas for advanced technology devices and gadgets,I mean c'mon it's only natural for kids to grow up with dreams.The childish roleplaying on the playground eventually stopped but the dream stayed.Everyone simply thought that the trio would forget about their ideas in a few years and "grow up".

-Well they were wrong.Nobody could have predicted that the three of them continued with their "shenanigans" through all of their years in highschool-

-Techno,Phil and Wilbur stayed in touch while growing up. The three of them developed such a stron brotherly bond that at some point they left out everyone else and only shared their time with eachother.Their families informed them that they should be more open and extroverted but the three of them are stubborn.

-Time skip to College.Techno went on to study Psychology and English,Wilbur went to start a musical career and Phil- he just kinda disappeared?He didn't tell them where he went to college or what he was doing after school.

-So after two years of somewhat going their separate ways and two years of Phil missing without a single trace,both Techno and Wilbur decide to meet up and look for him. What the two didn't expect is that that night their childhood dream would become reality.

-Turns out that Phil,during those two years,secretly developed the S.B.I foundation.Techno and Wilbur couldn't believe that he managed to do all of this by himself and honestly?They were more than impressed and happy.It was their life long dream afterall and the fact that Phil made it all possible was absolutely overwhelming and appreciated.

-Phil explained everything.He told them that he didn't expect it to actually turn out this good and work functionality but it did!Phil also didn't accomplish it by himself but he hired a few poeple they could use on their side.At this point Techno and Wilbur were even more in love with their new jobs that they immediately dropped out of their previous occupations.

-He showed them around and the two of them were awestruck.Phil couldn't help but smile and laugh at their reactions since he only expected it to be this way.Phil didn't have to show them how things work becouse they created and designed all of this together,Phil was only the one who made it reality.

-Everything looked like from their drawings.The whole aesthetic of the building the S.B.I was located in was amazing.The outside looked like nothing special,and that's the way it's supposed to be.People weren't ment to get suspicious and curious.So making it look like a simple buisness was perfect.

-The only thing Techno and Wilbur weren't familiar with was the new staff so Phil gladly introduced them to eachother! Techno could already tell that there are a few poeple who he clearly won't get along with aswell as people he sees himself working with quite okay.As Phil watched them interacting he couldn't help the wide smile forming on his lips: The sleepy bois are finally reunited :)

Techno N.(Blade):

Techno is one of the best if not the best spy and the one with the biggest amount of action going on.His loyalty and dedication to his job are insane.Even back when they were kids Techno was always the one to stick up for Phil and Wilbur and make sure that the kids who bully them never show their faces again.

Techno is tough and clever.He thinks before he acts.His movements aren't exactly the most precise ones but they are definitely swift.Not to mention that there are times where instead of intimidating the target into getting out the information they need Techno turns to violence.He does apologize for it afterwards though so it's chill.

Techno is a professional at his finest.Getting caught?Never. Messing up?Not Techno.Tricks or traps?Don't work- During his training arc Techno learned the ways of a spy in and out. When Techno wants something to happen or go his way he only focuses on said thing and leaves it aside once he achieves what he wanted.

Techno prefers to work alone,he is extremely shy and introverted so it isn't easy working with people he's not comfortable around or familiar with.His social anxiety is not really a big help either- (Protect him) Another fun fact is that Techno's ADHD makes him struggle with his big focus ability.But everyone in the company knows it and they know that he can't do anything about it. •Accepting friends am I right? :)

Techno is the only employee that Phil let's in on the biggest news and insights first(Apart from Wilbur) and he is also the only one he trusts with the more dangerous weapons.Techno is really good with those!

Techno's missions are the ones that mostly need to be taken care of at night-His sleeping schedule is messed up so Phil gave him the night shift.Of course Phil has days where he strictly tells Techno to take them off so he can take care of his health and sleep.Techno refuses but knows that it makes Phil happy so he takes days off for him (I love their relationship <3)

Techno's job is his number one priority.Due to the fact that he used to study and specialize in psychology as well as in English and it's History Techno is very smart. His intelligence and usage of certain words tend to confuse other people and Techno would do it on purpose just to see the expression on their faces.

May I add that Techno is very calm and sarcastic.He also tends to be very polite and cold which makes poeple uncomfortable sometimes.His ego and confidence are both massive aswell which has it's ups and downs!

Techno is really good in cartography(Maps).During highschool Techno unintentionally desroyed everyone in Geography.He didn't like the subject he was only a natural at it.(If you couldn't figure it out already I obviously had to put in an SMP Earth reference)

Techno is one hell of a pilot.Poeple seriously question themselves how he is so good at flying planes or helicopters.Why complain though?A talent like that could come in handy any time when needed.

Phil W.(1ZA):

The boss and founder of the Sleepyboisinc(S.B.I)

Phil was the one who made all of their childhood dreams come true,and he's very proud of how far he himself and his friends have come!

Phil goes on missions on very rare occasions.His main job is to stay in his office and make sure that things run smoothly and the way they are supposed to.

He counts and is known as the information center and the backup for his agents.Him going on missions is very risky since he always has to be available during everything.His main priority is that all of his agents and friends come back safely and most importantly alive from their jobs.

Becouse Phil is mostly stuck in his office busy with paper work,he can read his agents like an open book. Phil's ability to instantly make someone feel welcomed and loved can either be seen as comforting or scary.One look at you and Phil knows exactly what topics to talk about.He can't but choose to use that ability to his advantage.

Phil is a very caring and kind person.He is the definition of wholesome!S.B.I is pretty lucky to have such a understanding and nice boss to work with.

Phil tends to keep his eyes on the troublemakers(I will get to them later 👀)and Techno especially.The first one is pretty self explanatory since the nickname says it all.Techno on the other hand is in Phil's sight not becouse he's a brainless idiot but of his health issues.

He is a very patient and empathetic person it isn't in his nature to be angry or mad at someone but when he is it gets scary.To have Phil actually mad it you,you would have to fuck up big time.Poeple who have experienced Phil being angry with them have nightmares till this day.He won't be violent and he won't insult you but he will hit you where it hurts the most,he will fo under the deepest parts of your skin. (Not physically but mentally)

Phil knows the right time to be serious and the right time to have fun and joke around with his friends.After a successful mission the crew would go out and celebrate their victory.Phil has to make sure that all of his idiot agents don't get too drunk so that no laws will be broken and no unnecessary information will be spread around.Gotta keep up a good rep am I right?

Everyone in the company sees Phil as a big father figure.I mean who wouldn't?The vibes he gives of remind everyone of an overprotective dad.Whenever somebody of his agents has a problem their first instinct is to go and talk to Phil about them.Phil will gladly listen and cheer them up when he needs to <3

Wilbur S.(Dirty Crime Boy):

Wilbur is the S.B.I's decoy and undercover specialist. His biggest flex is that becouse he is so handsome and charming,Phil decided to let him be the distraction. This guy could flirt with anyone and he would have them wrapped around his finger in no time.

There is just something so exciting and addictive to taking on different personalities and outfits.Wilbur can pull out any look or personality trait.His favorite one would have to be a musician,he doesn't have to act around too much since he's in his natural habitat. Wilbur sometimes has way too much fun with his job.

There are times where Wilbur is asked to perform somewhere so that Techno or whoever is on a mission with him is able to do what they need to do.He will get caught up in the moment and forget that he is on a mission so when Phil tells Wilbur's partner to drag him off stage and calm him down they immediately do so.

Apart from that,Wilbur is extremely good at what he does.You know those guys in movies who will drug other poeple's drinks and stuff to either rob them or drag them someplace else?Yeah that guy is Wilbur. His suave attitude and velvety voice makes everyone want to have a drink with him :)

Wilbur has the power of blackmailing on his side.This guy knows everything about everyone.You smoked weed with your ex on a highschool party?Wilbur knows it all.Some shit you did when you were home alone three weeks ago?Wilbur has all the details.He knows so much shit that people who work with him are genuinely scared to get close to him just couse they fear that he will know all their secrets.

Somehow Wilbur is able to get any information that is required for a certain mission.Your grandma's name?Blood type?Favorite type of cacti?Wilbur has it all memorized in his head.Phil may have all the needed information but Wil has the dirty secrets and past shit someone has gotten themselves into.

Wilbur's favorite person to work with has to be Techno.Not only becouse of their brotherly bond but becouse Wil knows that if he's stuck somewhere Techno is always around and will get him out.Wil simply enjoys Techno's company,he doesn't talk much so it gives Wilbur enough time and silence to talk about his day or something stupid that pissed him off.

Becouse Wilbur has to work undercover and make sure that he doesn't get recognized,he is fluent in multiple languages,his most requested ones are: German,French and Spanish!!(My personal headcanon I know Wilbur doesn't speak all three of them fluently)

Wilbur is the one who gets send onto missions that require to travel to a different country.Most of the time Wilbur happily agrees but on rare occasions where he feels as if something might go wrong or when he has a bad feeling about some place he will desperately try and get Phil to send someone else.

Tommy S.(Innit) ->Proud Inniter btw <3

Sixteen years old and already a spy?Tommy is living the dream of surely everybody in his highschool.Being light and quick on his feet Tommy's job is sneaking in and pickpocketing.Need a unique antique located in a safely secured safe?Tommy's got you.A wallet with a credit card or ID?Tommy already has it.Maybe it's a watch or a jewelry piece?It's Tommy's now.

Tommy's outgoing and energetic personality is a huge boost to the company.Whenever an agent backs down from a mission,Tommy will immediately call them out for being a coward.Tommy has the mouth of a sailor so him calling you a piss baby or bitch boy is completely normal to everybody working in S.B.I

They are pretty much used to it that Tommy has no filter when it comes to his opinion on something.He is brutally honest and isn't afraid to call you out for you bullshit.Tommy can be a little too open minded from time to time which gets him into dumb situations.

Tommy has the stupid ability to make everyone hate him the moment they meet him.Tommy tends to start fights or arguments against multiple people who are way stronger and taller than him.He doesn't think before he acts and just dives head in.

Almost 99.9% of the complaints Phil receives from other companies or his familiars are from Tommy.Even though Tommy promises Phil to stay out of trouble and keep his attitude to himself,he still manages to break those promises the moment someone insults his friends or makes fun of him.Phil seriously needs to teach him some proper manners-

"The business bay" is a small alliance that Tommy has formed in S.B.I,long story short it's all the younger agents (Tommy,Toby,Bitzel,Deo and Luke)in the company working together in a group.(Mostly just becouse all four of them go to the same School and Tommy needs people to steal homework from-)

Tommy seeks attention and admiration in any shape or form.Call him an "Alpha male" and you've got your name secured on "Keep them safe" list.The only other person Tommy admires,apart from himself is Techno. Literally the smallest "good job" or "well done" sends Tommy's ego over the edge.He will brag to everybody who is stupid enough to listen to him.He will constantly try and impress Techno in any way,which ends up in Tommy getting too ahead of himself and getting embarrassed for being so clumsy.

Wilbur and Tommy have a wierd relationship.One minute they are normally interacting with eachother and the other they are trying to kill eachother.Tommy complains about Wilbur all the time,about how annoying he is and that he thinks that he's best- Though when it comes to having eachother's backs that rivalry is put aside and they work together to save both of their asses.

Neither Techno or Wilbur will admit it but when Phil sends either of them to get Tommy's ass out of some shit he has gotten himself into the two of them are worried and get very protective over him.Sure Techno teases and ignores Tommy to no end and Wilbur annoys the living shit out of him but both of them make sure to take care of Tommy like their little bro.

AHHHHH IT'S FINISHED!!ANOTHER AU HAS BEEN WRITTEN QJSJWKKQ-Sorry guys I'm very excited about this AU,I have been working on it for a few days now and I had to write down all my headcanons and ideas!Don't worry my royal AU is still a work in progress so keep in mind that the first chapter will come out soon!I hope you guys enjoyed my Spy AU and ofcourse any kind of feedback is welcomed! Love u all <3 <3

[today-we-will-survive]

Surprise

Pairing: Jungkook x reader

Genre: fluff

Warning: none

Word Count: 2K

Requested: anon

It’s about twenty degrees hotter where you stand right in front of the stage surrounded by bodies, the lights beaming down on you. Sweat slicks your skin and you’re exhausted from your full day of travel—and that’s before you even got to the concert—but still your mouth is stretched into the biggest grin ever as you watch the boy you love up on the stage. He hasn’t seen you yet, in fact, any time the cherry haired idol has come over to this side of the stage, you’ve managed to shrink back into the crowd, disappearing in the tangle of bodies and under the shroud of the colored army bombs, only coming back out of hiding when he’s a safe distance away again. The others haven’t noticed you yet either, then again, you’ve only been here for a couple of songs and this has been the first time since you squeezed your way in that they’ve been up on the outer stage.

Now as they perform Anpanman you smile proudly, remembering sitting in on their practices, watching them watch themselves in the mirrors so scrupulously as they tried to nail down the choreography. This is actually the first time you’ve seen them perform the song. In fact, this is the first time you’ve seen them perform in a venue as big as this stadium. Again, Jungkook makes his way to your side and you slip back, letting the people behind you spill into the space you were just in like water until your view is completely blocked. If you can’t see him, he can’t see you either.

As you wait there in hiding, you turn in a slow circle, eyes scanning the stadium full of sparkling army bombs. They’re so far away and there are so many of them, you can see why the scene is referred to as the “army galaxy”. What a magical thing it must be for the boys to see the lights seemingly going on forever, stretching around them in a vast night sky, each light representing an adoring fan and knowing there are even more in the darkness that don’t have army bombs but love them just as much. Your heart swells in your chest. You’re so proud of these boys that you’ve been so close with for so many years. You’ve seen them grow up into such hardworking, devoted, mature men. It's hard to believe sometimes—and especially now as they perform with such intensity—that they’re some of the softest, most chaotic goofs you’ve ever known.

As soon as Jungkook is once again across the stage, you push through the crowd to get near the front. But then you feel your foot catch on someone’s shoe and you stumble forward, hands reaching out to grab the barrier in front of you before you can face plant into it. That could have hurt.

When you’ve regained your footing, you straighten up and, to your surprise, lock eyes with Taehyung.

At first it doesn’t seem to register who he’s looking at but then he does a double take and his eyes grow wide. Quickly, you bring a finger up to your mouth, motioning for him not to say anything. He looks over at where Jungkook is then back at you and his mouth spreads into that famous boxy grin of his before he nods and sidles over to the edge of the stage a few yards down from you. You watch as he gets the attention of the closest security guard and crouches down so he can say something to them. He and the man turn in your direction as he points and then gives a wave. You wave back and immediately the security guard’s eyes focus on you. With a quick thumbs up and a nod back to Taehyung, he makes his way toward you. You glance back at the pink haired boy confusedly but he just smiles and gives an exaggerated shrug before rushing back to center stage to join in on the chorus, the other members none the wiser.

“Miss?”

You turn to face the security guard that is now right next to you.

“I’m gonna take you backstage and you can wait for them there.” He practically has to yell in your ear for you to be able to hear what he’s saying and instead of responding, you just nod and allow him to take your arm and start leading you through the crowd.

It takes the rest of Anpanman and a good part of their ments before you reach the backstage area, but when you do, you’re taken aback and kind of relieved at how empty and quiet it is. You finally feel like you can breathe. You figured it would be a madhouse backstage, but then again, they’ve done this a million times. Surely, the staff has gotten the execution of a concert down to a science by now.

Just then, you hear your name being called and you turn to face another hallway, eyes landing on a familiar smiling face.

“Ah, Manager Sejin-nim!” you exclaim with a smile and lift your arms to give him a quick hug,

“What are you doing in Paris?” he asks you.

You shrug sheepishly. “You know, just enjoying the sights.”

The security guard, now sure you won’t get lost or into any sort of trouble, gives a quick bow and a goodbye before turning and making his way back out into the stadium.

“Came to see the sights, huh?” Sejin asks with a knowing smile. “Not to surprise a certain cherry haired idol?”

Your mouth curls into a guilty smile. “I’ve really been missing him, Sejin-nim,” you say. “All of them actually.” Then you nudge his arm. “And you of course. It’s been so quiet back at home. I thought it would be fun to surprise them.”

“Well, I know they’ll be glad to see you,” Sejin says and puts a hand on your back, using the other to gesture you forward down the hall. “They’re about to do their finale now so it shouldn’t be much longer before they come back here. I know the perfect place for you to wait.”

You can’t contain your excitement, hopping a bit as the two of you hurry down the corridor.

You’re sitting in their dressing room by yourself, the staff having cleared out so you would be the first one they see when they got back there. You’ve taken a seat in one of the makeup chairs and now you look at your reflection in the mirror, studying it as your head bobs subtly to the muffled music of Answer: Love Myself. You pick out Jungkook’s voice at his part and your heart flutters, your eyes crinkling as you smile at your reflection.

It’s another nerve wracking three minutes before the music begins to fade and the roar of the crowd makes the walls vibrate. This could only mean one thing. The concert is over and the boys are heading your way. Your legs bounce on the footrest and your hands clasp each other tightly in your lap and your eyes are glued to the door in the mirror over your shoulder. Then, your breath hitches as the knob turns and the door opens.

The first to enter is Taehyung, as you expected. He opens the door slowly, his pale pink hair the first thing you see before his face comes into view, eyes roaming the room before finally landing on yours in the mirror. His mouth stretches into a wide grin and then he throws the door open, the others trailing in behind and not even noticing you’re there until you spin around in the chair.

You want to come up with something cute and clever to say like ah fancy meeting you here, or it’s been 84 years, or even just a simple bonjour! But instead, when you open your mouth to speak, your eyes suddenly fill with tears and all you can do is jump up from your chair and throw yourself at them, arms clasping around the first neck you can reach. It just so happens to be Jimin’s and he immediately wraps his own arms around you and buries his face into your shoulder

“I can’t believe you’re here!” he exclaims into your hair and lifts you off your feet, spinning you in a half-circle before setting you down again, now to be enveloped in a bear hug by Jin and Hoseok.

“What are you doing here?” Hobi yells in your ear, crushing you to him excitedly and not really giving you a chance to respond.

When you step back from him, the tears that were clouding your vision are now smeared across your cheeks but still you give him a beaming smile, fresh tears welling up when you see his own eyes begin to shine.

RM is next, wiping his sweaty face with the sleeve of his t-shirt before leaning down to encase you in his big arms, rubbing your back and telling you how glad he is to see you. Yoongi pats your shoulder as you hug the leader, waiting his turn patiently until you’re able to return the affection.

“What’s going on?” you hear from out in the hall and your heart skips a beat.

At that, Yoongi steps aside just in time for Jungkook to come jogging in, his cherry hair sticking in sweaty strands to his glistening face, a frosty water bottle pressed to his neck. He immediately freezes when he sees you, his brown doe eyes growing wider, his lips parted in a surprised stupor. You just gaze back at him, tears streaming down your face and you sniff hard and let out a choked laugh.

“Hi,” you crack and that’s all it takes to bring him back to life.

The water bottle drops to the floor completely forgotten as Jungkook closes the gap between the two of you in one stride and then suddenly, you’re airborne, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist, your own around his sweaty shoulders and his face buried in your neck. When he finally sets you down again, he doesn’t lift his head, instead falling into you further, taking shaky breaths as the emotions overwhelm him. You grip him tighter, one hand coming up to stroke his hair and the back of his neck and you close your eyes, savoring the feeling of him in your arms. It’s been so long. Too long.

The room is quiet but for the hushed conversations of the others as they try to give the two of you some privacy—which you’re grateful for since you don’t think you’d be able to speak right now if you tried. At last Jungkook lifts his head off your shoulder, meeting your eyes with his own that are now puffy and red.

“You have no idea how happy I am to see you,” he finally says, his voice breathy and broken, his mouth pulling into a weak smile.

“I think I do,” you whisper back and bring up a hand to wipe the tears from his face. “I missed you too much. I couldn’t stand it anymore.”

Jungkook can only nod before pulling you in for another hug. His lips ghost over your forehead, down the bridge of your nose until finally finding home slotted between your own. His shaking hands come up to cup your damp face, thumbs smearing the tears further as he kisses you until your head is swimming.

“I promise I’m not trying to ruin the moment—” Taehyung says carefully from beside you and the two of you break the kiss to look his way. “—but we’re all super hungry…and we thought it would be fun to go out for drinks or something.”

You turn to face Jungkook now, your eyes looking into his. Into the stars they hold. The army galaxy is incredible but has nothing on the galaxies that sparkle in this boy’s eyes. “How about it?” you ask him.

His own smile widens, showing his bunny teeth and making your heart soar and he slings an arm over your shoulder. “I’ll go wherever you go.”

[exrkumji-blog]

// ( ★ ) mgas season 5: episode one - performance of kim yewon akmu - 200% (0:00 - 1:55) [lyrics credit] [stage reference]

called back. she was called back.

yewon can hardly believe it-- even knowing, as she does, that she’ll make it to the top somehow. will it be today? maybe. when she receives the email, she stares at it in shock for about five minutes. then she texts each of her closest friends and her brother, calls her parents, and gets up to announce it to her housemates.

the night before, she spends the night at her parents’ house. on the morning of the recording, she’s up before dawn with her mother, who helps her pick out her nicest blue gingham dress and does her makeup for her. all the while, hyesook is wearing this kind yet worried expression. “are you really sure this is what you want to do, honey?” she asks, holding yewon’s chin in her hand as they both look in the mirror.

yewon nods, all determination. which brings another sigh from her mother.

she knows exactly what her parents are worried about: that she’s going to embarrass herself on national television. because yewon was born with the gift of rarely feeling embarrassment, she’ll do more damage than she could realize. what she wants to say-- i know i’m not talented, but i want to prove i can do this-- she lets remain unsaid.

so she goes in, finding a seat near some of her friends who were lucky enough to make it here too. no, not lucky-- they earned it. and yewon earned her place here, too, she thinks. although she made a lot of mistakes during her audition, they must have seen some kind of potential in her to ask her back. 

the faces of the five ceos are revealed. a lightning bolt goes through yewon’s body. they’re really here? and when she realizes that they’ll be watching each performance, along with the ninety-nine other contestants, the buzzing grows stronger. it’s not fear-- well, maybe a little-- but mostly, it’s excitement. this is the opportunity of a lifetime.

she watches the other performances intently, absorbing their strengths and weaknesses, studying. then it’s her turn to go up-- sooner than she thought. “kim yewon?” katie lee’s kind voice calls out, summoning her to the stage. yewon stands up and walks swiftly, determinedly, her arms hanging at her sides like a robot. 

she stands in the center of the stage and bows stiffly, deeply, toward the ceos. she still can’t believe that she’s standing before them; she barely has time to look at their faces before her head dives toward the ground. fate, it’s fate that brought her here. she greets them in english: “hello, my name is kim yewon.” that’s all that really needs to be said; it’s a mere formality, given that they have all her profile information, and she doesn’t want to waste their time.

they’re about to find out exactly who they invited to this stage.

yewon turns around, facing away from them to begin the performance, and straightens out the hem of her gingham dress. at the first note of the song, she spins in place to face them again. she likes the way her skirt swirls against her legs. she points a finger to her cheek, and her stoic face pulls up into a hint of a smile. 

Uh look at me, look at me, look at me Look at me, look at me, look at me

the good thing about this song (besides the fact that it’s one of her favorites) is that it doesn’t involve the craziest dance moves. but that doesn’t mean it’s easy to pull off-- not for yewon. she steps forward as she raps, trying to shake her shoulders in a way that looks fun and not bizarre. it’s hard to hit the beat exactly on time, however. 

When I look at you, the love and instinct in my heart Tells me to hurry and confess to you All of the competitors that surround you Yes I’m a soldier for you Before I release my sweet ment Gentlemen, have you warmed up your lips? Kanjang kongjang kongjangjang equals kan kongjangjang

ironically, the tongue twister is the easiest part of the rap. so much of the charm of the original version comes from the playful vibe; the rapper’s changing tone and facial expressions. that kind of thing is hard for yewon. she flutters her hand above her eyebrows, and delivers the “yes i’m a soldier for you” line with a hand held out at the judges. 

The sound of the wind that wakes me up in the morning makes harmony The darkening moonlight let it go, the ripening romance dreams Hey baby it’s comin new day, this is a new feeling Hey, what’s wrong, it’s common lovesick, this is, this is

she now has to shift into singing mode, which is even harder. unlike the beautiful voice of the original vocalist, which glides between notes like a bird on the wind, yewon’s remains weak. she can’t quite put enough power behind the notes, nor can she hit the higher ones; her voice sort of fades to a whisper. but she powers through without stopping. even her arm movements are stiff and hesitant. 

It must be L.O.V.E 200 percent sure of that I want you really I mean really Really, I like you and my reddening face proves that

here it is; the chorus, the most important part. yewon mostly hits the notes she’s supposed to, which is great by her standards, but compared to a lot of the performances she’s seen today, it’s decidedly subpar. she focuses on hitting the dance moves-- they’re simple-- yet she starts off on  the wrong foot and has to quickly adjust, stumbling a little. at the end of the chorus, she places a hand on her soft cheek and sings-- still weakly, but with a smile. a smile goes a long way, so her mother reminded her this morning.

Look at me, look at me, look at me Look at me, look at me, look at me Like a strawberry (very very) I’m very fresh (don’t worry worry) You’re so innocent and everyone around you is selfish Rather than me, who will protect you day and night They only show off their cars, bad guy But even when I wake up, I look for you in my sleep talk

she remembers to bring the smile back a few more times as she continues. but she’s so focused on executing the rapping and singing that her usual serious expression takes over. the dance moves in this section are less important, so she doesn’t focus on them. instead, she tries to keep up with the rhythm of the song. she’s proud of herself for not falling behind, even if her singing still leaves much to be desired.

The sound of the wind that wakes me up in the morning makes harmony The darkening moonlight let it go, the ripening romance dreams Hello, where are you going I’ll be there, where you are Even if we’re not that close, I still have to try, at least I do

this is it, the final stretch of her performance. this is where yewon has to pull out all the stops. she tries to bop side-to-side as she finishes the last part of the rap, smiling and giving it all she’s got. “i still have to try, at least i do.” that line has meaning in this moment; maybe the audience can feel it too. although she isn’t a performer yet, she’ll do anything to get there.

the song ends with her hand held in the air. it’s not just a pose, it helps her get closer to hitting that last high note. as soon as the music stops, she falls back into her default pose. she can feel the blood rushing, pounding in her ears. yewon looks serious again, but her eyes are wide. “thank you,” she says solemnly, with another deep bow before walking swiftly off the stage.

knock em dead!

[marshmallowmalfoy]

Colors Of The Girl // Draco Malfoy // Pt. 5

Type: Series

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4

Summary: You meet the Malfoy family for the first time and you’re not sure how things are going to go.

A/N: I feel really bad for not posting in so long. I just want to apologize for not posting for so long. I’m really sorry that I haven’t posted in so long and I will do my best to keep a more constant schedule of updating. Love you all so much for reading and for all your support on the series and I hope you all enjoy this part! (The ‘poem’ the main character wrote, I actually wrote on a long car ride, i know it sucks I’m sorry)

Warnings: Drug ment. (only if you get drug lingo and such), Suicidal thoughts/references to suicide

To say that Draco asking you to spend the summer with him was shocking doesn’t even begin to sum up the emotions you were feeling. You were scared, mostly, as the last few days of school were lingering and came to the realization that you would actually have to meet Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy.

You were sat in the library, a book splayed out in front of you but the words were just a blur. You hadn’t slept in days. What were you supposed to do? Or say? How could you possibly meet their standards? You won’t be able to. Simple as that. Your head bobbed up and down as you were trying to keep it from falling onto the pages of the book.

“Stay awake now darling.” Draco came up behind Y/N, stroking down your white hair as your head lulled back up to look out the window. “Tell me what you’re feeling.” He sat down beside you.

“Nothing.” You forced a giggle as he sat down. He raised his eyebrows at you.

“You’ve gone white.” He picked up a strand of hair for you to see. You sighed, and looked over to him. His beautiful grey eyes sparkling as they searched yours.

“I’m excited… but I’m worried.” You admitted to him. A breeze from an open window on he other side of the library blew against your skin. He didn’t need to ask why you were worried. He knew. You could tell that he was worried, though he tried to hide it from you. You sat in silence together for a few moments before he spoke.

“Everything is going to be okay.” His voice was soft. You could feel the doubt looming in his tone.

Everything was packed up and ready to go. You only had one trunk. One trunk filled every single belonging you had in this world. Others were lugging several trunks - of things that they had brought to Hogwarts for the year.

Three worn out poetry books. One by Edger Allen Poe, one by Emily Dickinson, and one about loss and mourning by assorted artists. Three pairs of pants. Two pairs of shoes. Four shirts. A polaroid camera. Two sets of sleep clothes. your wand. And all your school necessities. That was everything.

That’s all you could think about as you stood beside Draco at the train station, your trunk leaning against your leg. Everything you owned could not even begin to match up to everything Draco owned. Everything that was held to his name. Every valuable item in the Malfoy estate. You had nothing. They had everything.

“Y/N?” Malfoy questioned from beside you. “Are you alright? You look pale. Your hair is white.” His eyes were filled with concern.

“They wont like me.” The words passed your lips, though you wished to keep your mouth shut and not worry him. “I’m not like you Dray! I’m not pure blood. I’m a quarter-blood Metamorphmagus freak who cant even control her transformations.” You shook your head as he looked at you. There was silence between you two for a moment, then he spoke at last.

“You could be a mud bl-” he sighed, “Muggle Born. You could be muggle born, and I would still care for you y/n. You would still be important to me. I still wouldn’t give a flying shit what my parents had to say about you. Okay? I. Don’t. Care.” He pulled you close to him, hugging you against his body.

“Merlin! She is beautiful!” A silvery voice swam through the jumble of white noise. You pulled away from him, seeing Narcissa Malfoy walking toward you two with open arms, wearing a lavish fur coat and stiletto heals. You’d never been able to afford shoes like that. Your face flushed, and Draco watched carefully as your hair went from brown to white. The change stopped his mother in her tracks.

“Mother.” Draco greeted, grabbing onto your hand. “This is Y/N Y/L/N. My girlfriend.” You looked up at him shocked, in all the time the two of you had been together, you’d never actually heard him call you his girlfriend.

“Y/L/N?” She scrunched up her nose, looking at you as you picked up your trunk and began walking, slightly tucked behind Malfoy as he tugged you along. “Thats… Not a pureblood name.” Narcissa spoke softly. Malfoy held your hand tighter and looked his mother in the eyes.

“I know.” That was all it took. Those words were the only thing that Narcissa needed to hear. She began talking to you and Draco casually. She understood that he didn’t care. At least not when it came to you. So why should she?

The ride to the Malfoy residence that evening was filled with so much anxiety that the heart beat in your ears was defining. Your mind was burning with thoughts of how you would disappoint his family. How you would let them down. The worthless feeling set in. You pulled out the notebook that Draco had given you a few months back to write your feelings in, along with a golden-tipped quill (also a gift from him), you looked at the setting sun and began writing.

Sky.

The sky.

The end of the world sky.

Like burning the world sky.

The colors burn my eyes.

Red.

Like fire.

Like pain.

Like lust.

Disgust!

Don’t touch me.

It’s all too much.

Fire.

It fades.

Darkness invades.

No words.

No world.

No way to escape.

Silence.

Discomfort.

I’m stuck in a box.

Stuck in this spot.

I can’t move on.

I can’t move forward.

Please, please help me

I’m right on the border

Of happiness, of joy

Of affection and more.

The pain.

It kills.

Alone.

No stills

Bordered in white

Taken with a flashing light

To remind me of the past

To remind me of the love

To keep me warm when I’m alone

To plug this sinking boat up

The supports are failing

The sails are worn

The only thing left

Is the sweatshirt worn

By my mother

now clinging to my body

Because hand-me-downs

Is my moms favorite hobby

Smoke.

Smoke.

All the world is smoke.

It’s there for a moment.

You lean out and reach for it.

You push it away.

The smoke fades.

The bowl still Cherried.

No one else to hit.

The bowl burns out.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

Blood hits the floor.

There is smoke no more.

“What’s that darling?” Draco leaned over from were he was sitting beside you to see what you were writing. You slammed the book shut quickly, before the ink could completely dry. The letters smudged, no doubt. He leaned back in his seat, and gave you a questioning look. “We can talk about it later.”

Standing outside the residence, knowing who stood beyond those doors shook you too the bone. You felt like you were moving in slow motion. The wind held you back, whistling in your ears, as though screaming “Turn back! Turn back while you still have the chance!” You ignored it though, letting the warmth of Draco’s hand motivate you as you clung to him, trying not to drop to the ground from fear. When the door opened (seemingly on its own) a massive foyer was revealed, your eyes wide eyed and glazed over as you took it all in, including the feeble house elf who cowered behind the door. It took everything in you to not sympathize and introduce yourself to the creature, that would have to wait.

“Draco.” The monotone voice cut through the warmth of the house with a chilled tone. Your attention flickered over to the source, Lucious Malfoy. He was much more intimidating than you had imagined.

“Father.” He greeted in return, his frame seemingly sinking down. His shoulders lowered slightly and he subtly released your hand. You watched as Lucious looked you up and down. Your white hair instantly turning a deep black. You were frightened. He looked at you with a hint of disgust. “What is this?” He gestured to you dismissively.

What is this rung in your ears. What. Not who. WHAT.

“Father, this is Y/N Y/L/N… My girlfriend.” He spoke carefully, not with too much force or enthusiasm. Lucius looked at him with disgust as well. He shook his head, his nose tilted up in the air as though a foul smell had assaulted his senses. He turned to Narcissa,

“I’ll be in my study.”

He walked away.

[krispyklene]

Hey! I just came across your blog and it's been really helpful so far. Do you have any tips for french ab initio? My exams are coming up in november and I have no idea how to go about it. I'm currently at a 5/6 and I never study. So i think I have the potential to score a 7 but I don't know how to study.

Hi! Glad to hear that. If you want to skip past all the things I reblog, you can find my original posts here.

DISCLAIMER: I am completely aware that a lot of people provide advice for languages, like, “Read a lot! Expose yourself to the language and culture!” and while I completely agree, I also find that studying a language for an examination, especially in an accelerated language course such as the ab initio programme at the IB level, requires a certain structure, certainty and thoroughness – which is precisely what my study methods guided me towards achieving. My approach may seem a little rigid or clinical, as opposed to fluid and natural and poetic, but really it’s just accurate, methodical, organised and complete. That was the aim, anyway.

Notes on Grammar

I learnt / practiced how to conjugate regular verbs (–er, –ir, –re), and made a list of commonly used regular verbs in their infinitive form (monter, aider, rencontrer, remercier). For important, irregular verbs (faire, pouvoir, dire, vouloir, prendre, tenir, etc.), I would write them down in infinitive form, and underneath each I’d write out their respective conjugations in present tense.

Know when and how to use the following tenses / forms:

present

passé simple

passé composé (this means you need to know participe passé for regular verbs and irregular verbs – e.g. “faire” > “fait”, “mettre” > “mis”, “prendre” > “pris”)

imparfait

présent progressif

passé récent

future proche

futur simple

conditionnel présent / passé (I always sound this a little tricky!!)

probable

possible

impossible

Grammar rules such as noun and adjective placement are crucial (e.g. it’s “les yeux bleus” not “les bleus yeux”). Know small things such as:

how to form adverbs from adjectives

it’s very straightforward; you pretty much just add on –ment

how to use “jamais” and “rien”

le comparatif et le superlatif des adjectifs

“plus… que…”

“moins… que…”

“le plus”

“le moins”

“bon > meilleur(e)(s) que > le / la / les meilleur(e)(s)”

“‘mauvais > pire(s) que > le / la / les pire(s)”

Connecting words like “toutefois”, “sauf”, “au lieu de”, “donc”, “alors” and “y compris” come in handy a lot.

Essentially, cover your bases.

Notes on Vocabulary

What I did was compile vocabulary for every theme / topic: food, how to prepare a certain dish, places in the city, animals, chores around the house, rooms around the house, clothes, descriptions of people (this is super important – I’m talking adjectives to describe people’s personalities and physical appearance), the environment, modes of transportation, etc.

I made a cheat sheet for other useful, miscellaneous phrases, such as those pertaining to feelings and opinions. Phrases such as “je considère que…”, “il me semble que…”, “je suis un peu inquiète”, “j'ai soif / faim”, “je dirais que”, “à mon avis”, “ça ne serait pas étonnant”, etc.

Notes on Paper 2

Know your Paper 2 formats. Typical formats include informal letters, formal letters, emails, brochures, etc.

You’ll also need specific vocabulary / phrases for formal letters / emails, in particular. Write a cheat sheet with good phrases to use – especially those you might not be able to form off the top of your head – such as “je vous, prie d'agréer, monsieur / madame, mes salutations distinguées” and “en pièces jointes [vous trouvez] / [se trouve] ___________ pour votre référence” and “dans l'attente de recevoir votre réponse”. Stuff like that.

Know how to structure sentences in different ways. For instance, you can say “elle a les longs cheveux blonds” and “ses cheveux sont longs et blonds”. Ultimately, though, if you’re torn between a complex sentence structure you aren’t 100% certain is correct, and a simpler sentence structure that you know for sure is right, go for the latter. "A good paper 2 does not need to be overly complicated; it just has to be accurate.“ Remember that.

Other Notes

In terms of study methods, what I’d do is note down what was said in class, then rewrite and transfer everything neatly into a binder for quick, easy, all-in-one-place reference. It was like my Bible, lol. I colour-coded, too. Red for verbs, pink for definitions in English, green for general grammar points, etc.

I know people recommend Duolingo but it was a little too simple for me (??) or I just didn’t know how to utilise it optimally haha. I used Quizlet for a bit instead. You make your own flashcards!

For textbooks, my school used Panorama. We didn’t go through it too much in class, but I personally found it useful and thus based my notes off that + relevant things from class + random but relevant words / phrases / grammar points I’d Google.

Find past year papers for practice and do them, for sure! This is a must.

Also

I averaged 5-6 throughout the course, but in the first semester of my second year, I actually got, like, 3s and 4s for French. But I pulled it up to a comfortable 7 in time for the IB, so if you’re getting a 5 or 6 right now without studying, you should honestly be fine as it is (assuming your school standards are equivalent to that of the IB). Don’t worry too much and don’t neglect your other subjects!