Not All Men Are Trash I Say While Thinking Of Kim Namjoon, The Owner Of My Heart & The Person Who Takes

“Not all men are trash” I say while thinking of Kim Namjoon, the owner of my heart & the person who takes up all my mind’s storage space.

Criticized and made fun of for creating and being passionate about this art form.

“so childish. so girly. grow up. wow, you must be so obsessed”

Like how my father said he would never take me to a concert again because I screamed with the crowd…… yet he shouts at a soccer game?

fanart and fiction are both very valid art forms and so is fandom. Don’t you dare call me childish because this is how I spend my time, have respect for our interests and hobbies. Girls and women of all ages can scream the lyrics at a concert with the crowd and their favorite singer, we can take inspiration from said singer or a book or movie, we can write and dream and hope. It’s not childish because we are “girls”, we can have interests outside of our families or house chores as well.

The sad thing really is that it’s not just men who scorn us but fellow women as well, they too have been brain washed by society.

Do you ever think you'll stop drawing fanart? No offense it just seems like the kind of thing you're supposed to grow out of. I'm just curious what your plans/goals are since it isn't exactly an art form that people take seriously.

Ah, fanart. Also known as the art that girls make.

Sad, immature girls no one takes seriously. Girls who are taught that it’s shameful to be excited or passionate about anything, that it’s pathetic to gush about what attracts them, that it’s wrong to be a geek, that they should feel embarrassed about having a crush, that they’re not allowed to gaze or stare or wish or desire. Girls who need to grow out of it.

That’s the art you mean, right?

Because in my experience, when grown men make it, nobody calls it fanart. They just call it art. And everyone takes it very seriously.

I absolutely loved this!!

Ryu did so amazing on this!! Thank you for this amazing fic, Ryu<3

the chance of love | bang chan

𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘 𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐋 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒!𝐀𝐔

✑ Red pen, empty classrooms, and an overheard phone call:

The one where you’re determined to find one flaw about your seemingly picture-perfect class president, and he’s determined to make sure you pass the class—no matter how hard you’re trying to fail.

✑ PAIRING: student council president!bang chan x troublemaker!reader

✑ GENRE: high society/private school!au, retro!high school au, slow burn, slice-of-life romance, enemies-to-lovers, angst 

✑ WORD COUNT: 13.8k

✖︎ TAGS/WARNINGS: fem!reader, mild language, bullying & family conflict themes, mentions of drugs/illicit activity. endless petty shenanigans (mostly from mc). y/n also has a bad relationship with her parents and a hard time facing her feelings in general (don’t we all). fortunately, chan’s patience—and tendency to use bad math pickup lines—could help with that.

disclaimer: levanter high is a private school only in this au. all the characters’ roles have stayed the same.

“F. Again.”

Snickers erupted around the classroom as your teacher flipped the mock exam paper onto your desk, shaking her head. Sure enough, scrawled across the front page in ruthless red ink, was your latest score—a solid 29/100. Shrugging, you rolled up the test papers before stuffing them into your backpack like a dejected morning newspaper.

“See me after class, Miss L/n.” Your teacher clicked her tongue in disappointment. Whispers from the back of the class began pricking at your ears.

“Isn’t she the eldest daughter of the Yuhan family? The first in line to inherit a multimillion dollar business.”

“The spring exams are right around the corner. If she flunks those, she won’t even graduate—let alone inherit a whole company!”

Their giggles died down the moment you turned around, the huddle of kids scrambling back to their seats and burying their noses in their books. One girl even flashed you an innocent smile.

If she flunks, she won’t even graduate—let alone inherit the company! 

Despite their scornful tone, the words made you smile. Clasping your hands behind your head lazily, you leaned back in your chair and let your eyes fall shut.

Well. That’s the plan.  

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stray kids | sbs gayo fancam

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[🥞8:15 am ] You’ve been up since the crack of dawn, tap-tap-tapping your fingers on the kitchen counter as you wait for Chan to come home. Your head snaps towards the front door every time you think you hear someone outside, and you finally decide you might as well make yourself useful and whip up some breakfast. Knowing your boyfriend, he’s probably been running solely on caffeine and water since yesterday morning, so you roll up your sleeves and get to work making pancakes, throwing in extra chocolate chips just how you know he likes them. The smell of melting chocolate and cake batter fills the kitchen and you smile to yourself, and before you know it you’re on your last batch.

The sound of the front door swinging open startles you into nearly dropping the ladle. Setting it down impatiently, you make a run for it, pancakes abandoned on the stove. Standing in the doorway, outlined in morning light, Chan is just how you’d expected him to be: eyes ringed with sleep and happy tears, puffy black jacket draped over his tired shoulders, and you see his exhausted face break into your favourite smile – dimples and all – before you tackle him, pulling him into a tight hug. You hear him murmur, “oof, easy, tiger,” before chuckling and hugging you back with reciprocated enthusiasm. His gentle hands run softly through your hair as you two slowly rock back and forth, just basking in the warmth of each other’s embrace.

“Can I at least shut the front door before you decide to pounce on me the moment I come home?” Chan teases, but there’s not a hint of annoyance in his voice, a low and familiar hum in the shell of your ear.

“Never,” you declare mutinously, and he laughs again. Chan feels so right, so at home in your arms, with you pressed flush against his heart, that he’s contemplating staying like this for the rest of the morning – at least, until the smell of something burning pricks at his nose.

“Love…were you cooking something?”

Chan breaks into a laugh as he watches your eyes widen with horrified realization, sprinting back into kitchen, Chan close behind. You quickly scrape the last batch of pancakes – charred beyond saving by this point – into the compost and chuck the pan into the sink before balancing the plate of the ones you’d made properly in your hands. You turn around to an amused Chan, and hold them out at him.

“Here, Channie. Congrats on your first win!”

Chan’s eyes widen when he sees the pile of pancakes, lopsided but golden-brown, piping-hot with creamy chocolate oozing down the sides, and he barely keeps himself from melting on the spot. You carefully pick one from the top of the pile and hold it up for him to take a bite, which he does, the fluffy sweetness warming his empty stomach and bringing tears to his eyes. As Chan looks down at you, he’s not sure what he finds sweeter – the pancakes, or the bright smile adorning your features, and so he decides to find out, leaning forward to catch your lips in a chaste kiss.

Your lips part in surprise, and you feel Chan smile into the kiss softly. He tastes like chocolate and cake batter, mouth warm and sweet and just right against yours. 

You’ve never really understood the meaning of lovestruck until you see Chan’s expression when he pulls away, half-lidded eyes brimming with nothing but a profound love for you.

“I love you, you know that?”

Chan has the rest of the day off, so as soon as you two finish eating, he carries you to your bed. Bellies full from pancakes and lips sticky with syrupy kisses, you fall asleep in each other’s arms, snug beneath the warm covers.

It be true

yeah