......i feel like i did something similar to this...

!!! What’s this? lol jk it’s just a small teaser I did recently (oh nooo flashback train tracks!). I’ve been getting messages about the Zen Feels Train again despite it being in the FAQ already askjdhsakd does no one read FAQs anymore ;;-;;

So anyway, I was thinking of updating on April  (bruh work messed up my schedule I forgot there was a major sale during April-May season) and I was thinking of updating per page whenever I finish one && upload it somewhere like tapastic (?) or something similar so I don’t clutter up your dashes. I will still upload sets on tumblr like before but for those who want to view pages as they are completed, the off-tumblr option (tapastic,webtoon,etc idk yet) is always there (…?) what sites would you guys suggest?

For anyone that’s been feeling down lately and for my followers who’s support has encouraged me to actually make this video, here’s something that can hopefully bring some laughs to your day! 

I hope everyone likes it~ <3 and do follow me! It really helps motivate me to do more videos similar to this since it my first time hahahaha! And thank you for those who already did!!! Lots and lots of love!

The audio is from John Mulaney’s The Salt and Pepper Diner :DDD

I spent a while on this and its unfortunate that i have to cut it til 5 minutes due to tumblr’s limited timing for its videos!!! So if anyone wants to watch the whole thing, the links here at: https://vimeo.com/193890286

pikaaud  asked:

So uh whatever happened to the Glitchtale Anniversary sketch thing? Is it like done or.. x3

I’m a terrible youtuber. I never found a proper way to wrap up a video with fanart from different people!!

Tho… I really had this idea which is doing something similar to this, but I feel like nobody will trust me xD.

I did make the drawings tho, I just couldn’t make up my mind on how to make the video with them in it.

(i know the first one isn’t Hynx, the name is actually AnimasiDraws)

I'm Yours - Peter Parker (Tom Holland)

I’m Yours - Peter Parker (Tom Holland)

Words: 783 (Yeah short for my standards)

Warnings: FLUFF! ALL THE FLUFF

Summary: I don’t even know what to say for this one. It’s just another cute on of how you and Peter get together.

A/N: This was just a small cute thing that I started writing because I was bored and turned into this. It might be a bit rushed I don’t know.

“I’m not stupid, Y/N.” Wanda said as you tried not to listen to her. “It’s obvious.”

“It’s not that obvious.” You said in defence.

“I’m surprised that Peter is the only one who hasn’t noticed.”

“What the whole team knows?!” You said louder than necessary.

“Probably.” Wanda said poker faced but then she smirked slightly. You groaned and pulled a cushion from the sofa in front of your face.

You thought that you would be able to supress your feelings towards Tony’s newest addition to the team, but Peter was always there making you blush for no reason whenever he was in the room.

And clearly everyone had noticed.

“He won’t like me back.” You stated still behind the cushion.

You heard Wanda scoff and then laugh. “That’s ridiculous.”

“Really? I thought it was a rather practical way to think in this situation.” You threw the cushion back onto the sofa.

“Okay so Peter hasn’t straight out told me he likes you, but I’d put money on the fact that he does.”

Little did you know, Peter had actually (under pressure) confessed his feelings towards you to Clint and Wanda about an hour earlier. And as you and Wanda were talking, Clint and Peter were having a similar conversation in the room next door.

“You’d be losing your money then.”

“I doubt it.”

“Are you just trying to make me feel better?”

“Y/N, no. I brought it up because I thought it was about time you got off your ass and did something!” Wanda had a serious expression on her face now. “It’s excruciating watching you both just hover around each other.”

You sighed in defeat. You had to admit that you really wanted to start going out with Peter so you had to do something.

“What do you want me to do?”

“Wait about 10 seconds.”

“What?”

Wanda smirked and looked towards one of the doors that lead out of the room.

You turned and followed her gaze, and right on cue who decides to open the door? Peter Parker.

You look back at Wanda who is looking over you to Peter with a rather smug expression on her face. You were convinced she’d planned this - which, evidently, she had.

“Peter?” Wanda said innocently.

“Uh… can I talk to Y/N for a second please?”

“Of course.” Wanda said still smiling as she gave you a small push.

“Okay!” You whisper shouted impatiently to Wanda.

You smiled weakly at Peter as you crossed the room to him. Just as you were about to go out of the door you looked back at Wanda who gave you a double thumbs up. You just rolled your eyes at her.

You stopped just outside the door and leant back against the wall facing Peter.

“So, what’s up?”

“Well I… um… have something to say to you.” Peter said. He had put his hands in his pockets.

“So do I, but you can go first.” You said quickly.

“No you go first!”

“No seriously it’s fine.”

“Okay…” Peter paused and took a step closer to you. “I like you Y/N.”

You bit your lip to suppress a smile. You were surprised - but more happy than surprised.

“Really like you.”

“Have Wanda spoken to you about this?” You had no idea why you wanted to ask that but it just sort of came out.

“No.” Peter looked taken back by that.

“Right, ignore that.”

A silence fell between you.

“That’s good because I like you too.” You said as confidently as you could. You took a step closer to Peter.

“Really?” Peter was defiantly shocked.

“Of course, why wouldn’t I?”

Peter didn’t say anything as you grabbed the front of his T-shirt and pulled him towards you. Your back hit the wall so you were pressed between Peter’s body and the wall.

“Kiss me, you idiot.” You said at almost a whisper.

Peter cracked a smile and touched his lips to yours. Falling head first into this, you deepened this kiss and wrapped your arms round Peter’s neck.

Suddenly, Tony’s voice sounded through the Compounds intercom.

“Parker, I don’t care what you are doing, drop it. Suit up.”

Peter groaned and pulled out of the kiss. Your foreheads just rested together.

“Are you going to take me?” You teased.

“It will be a crappy first date.”

“Hmm… I’ve had worse.”

randamqueen  asked:

I was just thinking about today's update and Sangwoo's reaction. The line about it being consensual, it reminded me of the first episode of this season. How Bum was saying no at first and then, kinda got into it (That sounds terrible) . Maybe an aspect of Sangwoo reaction was thinking "If Bum said no to me and his uncle, but i'm not a racist, he must have consented."

Heh, I assume you mean “rapist,” not “racist.”

That’s a possibility I hadn’t considered. Sangwoo definitely has an absurdly narrow definition of what rape is. 

I think Sangwoo’s response is a bit more primal than that, though. I read the scene a bit differently than most people did (possibly because I knew that “rag” meant “slut.”) I think Sangwoo is jealous and got his feelings hurt because Bum was with someone else. 

He did something similar back in Ch 17.

It’s obvious Bum did not invite that situation and did not want it. But Sangwoo is…Sangwoo. He was pissed because someone else got to touch the ass. He got over it pretty quickly, though, probably because he was in a good mood about the murder that would happen later.

This time he did not react so well.

Now, I don’t know exactly what Sangwoo’s talking about, but I think he’s referring to the relationship in general. Just like in Ch 20, Bum hurt him, which means Bum never really loved him, which means the relationship is over (certainly that’s how Bum takes it, which is why he panics.)

A lot of people predicted Sangwoo would get mad at Bum (because we underestimated how bananas he really is.) But he’s not mad. He’s hurt. He doesn’t want to punish Bum. He’s not even throwing him out of the house like in Ch 20, he just…can’t stand to look at him anymore. 

Sangwoo is the victim of other people’s unreasonable cruelty. Like always. 

Your Name and Kiss Belong in the Same Sentence

Summary: Neither Dan or Phil has ever had a boyfriend before and they think that part of the reason might be because nobody even realises they like boys.  So, as best friends do, they decide to pretend to date each other, that way at least it’s obvious they aren’t straight.  And with an agreed upon set of boundaries, nothing can go wrong.  Right?

Word Count: 9k

Warnings: swearing, anxiety attack, underage drinking/alcohol

A/N: me actually finishing a fic?? who knew this was even possible anymore lmao (although i found 6k of this already done in my drafts from october so?? does this even count).  also tysm to leah for letting me scream at her about this and for editing it for me, you’re the best <33

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Dan and Phil had been best friends for what felt like forever.  They had grown up together, in houses only a few blocks away and couldn’t remember a time where they hadn’t known each other.  They had always been Dan and Phil, their names never separated.

Everyone had warned them that friends often grow apart over time, especially as they moved from middle school to high school.  For some reason people seemed to think that there was no way that the two boys could stay as close friends as they were forever.

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So when I was rewatching The Trial, I noticed something that Blue Diamond did.

When she became upset and projected her pain and feelings onto everyone in the room, it reminded me of similar things we’ve seen Steven do.

Steven can not just transport into people’s minds, he can completely take over their body.

Just like in The New Lars.  

So we’ve seen that Steven can connect to people and other beings through some sort of connection.  But what’s been bugging me is the fact that we’ve seen this before.  

When Blue Diamond came to Earth, Steven cried her tears too.  But no one else around him did.  Greg was right next to Blue Diamond and he didn’t have this connection either.  So why was only Steven affected?  Specifically him.  Especially before Blue was even on Earth.  

I don’t have an exact ending to this theory, thats up for you guys to take it and run with, but Steven and Blue Diamond seem to have some kind of link.  How or why or what it means, I’m not really sure, but I have a feeling it will be relevant in the future.

I need a McHanzo fic where McCree wants to do something definitely shady and more than likely illegal and sort of tiptoes around asking Hanzo for help, but when he finally does and he’s all ashamed and shit Hanzo just deadpan “Oh yes, I did something similar when I was twelve.  Let me call in some favors.”

Because Hanzo isn’t some wilting flower, he violently attempted to murder his brother (yes i know he feels terrible) and he’s part of a crime family.  Dude’s seen some shit and probably has 1000 favors he can call in.

Commenting on Fanfic: A how-to guide for not being an asshole. Even unintentionally.

You’ve just read a fanfic that has left an indelible impression, and the siren song of the comment box is calling your name. It begs for you to send your opinion to the author… but should you? Are your thoughts really helpful or encouraging or even all that important?

Well… lets break it down! What do you want to say, and should you say it? And if you should, what should you say?

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I want to flail at them because their writing is amazing! My comment would be nothing but effuse praise and adulation.

Full speed ahead, captain! By all means! You post that comment! Write for days! There is not enough positive feedback in all the world if you’re a fanfic author. We drink that shit up like it’s the blood of the innocent.

And if you feel awkward about commenting on explicit fic, don’t fret. We’ve all been there. Don’t do anything that makes you feel uncomfortable, but if you want to say something positive about an explicit work, go for it! We wrote explicit fic. We know why you’re here.

Something to consider: While, “THIS IS AMAZING! FLAILING FOREVER! THANK YOU!” is an awesome compliment to receive, it isn’t the same as positive feedback. If you’d like to have a bigger impact on an author that you really enjoy, comment with something specific about their writing and how it moved you. 

- “I liked the way you decribed <specific thing here>. It made me feel like I was part of the story.”

- “Your word choice here was amazing!” 

- “ *cut and paste a small section of dialogue or action* This was my favorite part.”

This is not necessary by any means. Flail-comments are still the greatest thing ever, and are the best part of any writer’s day. It’s not a matter of one being better than the other. It’s about what sort of impact you want to have on the writer. Praise and flailing are ego and mood boosters and are sure to help us keep writing, and writing more of what you like. Specific positive feedback is a great way to help a writer find and improve their voice when writing. 

And “thank you” is always nice. It’s good to acknowledge that fic writers do this on their free time, and let them know that you appreciate it.

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This fic is amazing and I want to encourage updates or ask when it will be updated!

Tread carefully here. While on one hand, you could simply be meaning to encourage a writer to keep writing, but I know a lot of writers (particularly who start publishing before they are finished) that get anxious over requests for updates. Be mindful of your wording, and be sure you tell the author that you’re enjoying the work. Keep it positive and encouraging. 

Remember that fanfic authors have lives outside of writing fic. There may be some real world obstacles in the way of their fic writing, and guilting them about updates will not help. And in fact, it may hinder their ability to write. Not everyone responds well under pressure when it comes to creative outlets.

Something to consider: Pair your request with compliments! And avoid outright demands for updates.

Do: “This story is so amazing. I really love your pacing throughout the chapters. The suspense is amazing. I can’t wait for more! Thank you so much for writing!”

Don’t: “When are you updating? I’m dying here!” or “Update soon !!!”

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Eeek! This fic I really love has a typo/grammatical error! Can I tell the author in a comment?

Pause for a moment! We are now treading into the dangerous land of uninvited criticism. While your intentions are no doubt good, this could very very easily be taken the wrong way. Or just flat unwanted for whatever reason. This is criticism that is coming quite possibly from a total stranger. There are a few things to consider.

First, check the author’s notes on the fic itself. Do they state that it’s unbetaed and invite corrections? Some do! Myself included when I publish something that has been edited by no one but myself. I know I miss things. When this is the case, I always put an invitation for corrections in my author’s notes, and many other fic writers do the same. Or they put it in their author bio on their main page. 

If you see no explicit invitation for corrections, do not do it. It’s as simple as that. I don’t care how egregious the errors are. It is quite simply not your place.

If you do see an invitation for corrections, a few steps are advised. First, go leave a comment on the fic. Make no mention of the corrections there. Just let them know you enjoyed it and thank them for their work. Then, send them a private message, not anonymously, with a gentle wording of the correction. Don’t do this in a comment that everyone can see. There’s no need to be exhaustive if you’ve caught a lot of errors. Sometimes just one or two corrections are enough to make an author go back through with a fine-toothed comb themselves. Then, thank them again in the private message and lay on a compliment or two there as well.  Again… this is not their day job, nor are you their writing professor.

Do: In a private message, “Hi AmazingAuthorPerson! I absolutely loved your fic “Fic from the Pairing X.” You invited spelling corrections in your author notes, and I wanted to let you know that this word was mispelled here.” *copy/paste line where mispelling takes place* “Your work is incredible. Thank you so much for taking the time to write and share with us! Sincerely, PoliteReaderPerson.”

Don’t: In a public comment, “I found errors X, Y, Z, AA, BB, and CC.”

Something to do instead: If you’ve got a good eye for editing, and you’re really interested in helping out fanfiction writers, consider becoming a beta reader. I see requests for beta readers all the time, particularly from people writing in their second/third/fiftyseventh language, and some of the more established fandoms have lists of beta readers. Just know that this can sometimes mean forming a relationship with a writer that goes beyond just comments on their work. Part of what makes unsolicited corrections icky is that they’re coming from total strangers.

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The author did not appropriately tag something! Can I tell them?

This is a similar situation to the above scenario with corrections. Even though you may not feel like it be careful, especially with your wording. 

First, consider if there’s something seriously misleading going on? Is the maturity rating wrong? Did they fail to tag triggering material that would have been important to you to know about for safety reasons? 

If it truly is something serious, especially regarding triggering material, very gently tell them using the same method as for corrections. And remember that even though you might be upset, aiming that negativity at the author for what might be an honest mistake or just flat ignorance about tagging is not helpful in the long run.

Do:  “Hi AmazingAuthorPerson! I really appreciate that you take the time to write fanfiction for our fandom. In your fic, “Character Has a Bad Day” there is a scene that contains XYZ triggering material, but the fic is not tagged as containing XYZ material. Would you please update your tags so that your readers can be aware if they need to be? Thank you again for your work! Sincerely, PoliteReaderPerson.”

Don’t: Flame or even shame them in a public comment. Or be rude or angry in the private message. 

Regardless of what the author’s response is, move on with your life. You’re not the fandom police. 

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Oh no! I just read a fic and I didn’t like the pairing/ending/a plot twist! I with they had done something else! I need to tell the author!

No, you don’t. 

It’s as simple as that so let me repeat it.

No, you don’t.

Here is where we get into the most valuable tool in a fic-reader’s commenting arsenal. 

Not Commenting.

Yes, it’s true! The option exists to just not comment. You can read something, not like it, and then move on with your life! 

Odds are good the author chose to write what they did for a reason that is personal to them. The idea of changing canon, keeping to canon, shipping a pair, not shipping a pair, or whatever it was spoke to them and they wanted to explore it. Or it was a request from a friend! Regardless, let them do so in peace. 

Or go write your take on the same pairing and write it how you think it should be done. I’ll be honest, I’ve read some fanfic where I’ve gone… “Yeah, I don’t know that I like that. I think I would like this better.” And then I go write it! Or at least bat the idea around awhile until it’s out of my system. Hell… isn’t that what fix-it-fics and non-canon-compliant actually is?

Do: Click the little “x” window. Go read a favorite fic you do like. Leave another positive comment for that author. 

Don’t: Leave negative comments.

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That’s the ultimate takeaway here folks. Negative comments are not helpful to fic writers. Full stop. If you feel the author needs to know you didn’t like something, particularly if it has to do with what they chose to write about, or how they chose to portray a character/pairing, I would ask you this:

Why does the author need to know? 

Why does the author need to know about your personal tastes in fandom/fanfiction? Especially if it doesn’t include what they are writing. They aren’t here to cater to you and your personal tastes. That is what fic commissioning is for. That’s what tagging is for. So we all can find what we want to enjoy.

So enjoy things. And let other people enjoy things. And most importantly, let authors enjoy writing the things they feel moved to write about.

This has been a public service announcement.

*vanishes in a puff of feathers and caffeine.*

So I have ADHD and I’ve been researching a lot more about it, and there’s this thing called “Rejection Sensitive Dysphoria” which apparently is mainly specific to those with ADHD.
Now, I just heard about it the other day but just learning about it made me realize how I share many similar symptoms. Which helps me a lot because I hate not being able to understand things.
And hopefully it helps other people with ADHD feel better too, to realize some of the things they feel are not uncommon.

So Rejection Sensitive Dysphoria or RSD, from what I understand, is the super heightened dislike of criticism and being afraid of people getting mad at you, and anything that may come off as mean makes you feel like absolute shit.
and you believe that if anyone seems a little off it’s because of something you did. So then people who have RSD will tend to do things to avoid these situations at all cost.

Such as, being people pleasers, doing a lot of whatever they can to make sure that people feel accommodated and happy. Taking a lot of their life to making other people feel better.

Trying to be perfect. If no one finds flaws in the individual then they cant be criticized.

Or they give up on things all together. They stop doing things because if they don’t do stuff then no one can get angry or mad at them.

Basically you try anything to never put yourself in a compromising position.

Idk learning about this was good because it helped me figure something new about myself so I wanted to share the information. I hope at least one thing made sense because I’m still not exactly sure about everything it entails.

If any of you know more about it, please add to this.

anonymous asked:

Hi PBG, I just wanted to send you a quick thanks for being so cheerful and positive in your youtube videos. Back in high school I had a rough time and dealt with depression and it took a lot to make me smile. But your videos were always something to look forward to and never failed to put a smile on my face. Now I'm halfway through uni, loving life and still loving all your new videos. I guess I just wanna say thanks for having given me something to look forward to, it made all the difference!

Really glad to hear that! Thanks so much for watching them. 

When I was going through some tough points in college (didn’t feel I was in the right place, was going through a confusing ideological/world view transition, felt like I was wasting money on tuition, didn’t have enough social interaction because I was cooped up trying to make my whole YT/online video dream thing work) I turned to a lot of online videos/content to cheer me up. AVGN was a really big one for me. Always loved that he put a lot of time into each video and it was re-watchable. I really looked up to him/wanted to make something similar. Something that could make people feel the way I did when I watched his stuff.

So to hear you and others say things like this, trust me, the pleasure is all mine. =)

Stay Professional Pt.8

Work AU! Fluff, Angst and Suggestive smut: Jungkook x Reader

Part 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 (Part 9 will be a continuation) 

Summary: Jimin walks in on your heated argument with Jungkook. Jimin’s job offer still stands. How the cards unfold is frustrating for both parties. If only someone could swallow their pride and make the first move

A/N: this is a lot of angst. 

Panicking, you wiped away your salty tears that rolled endlessly down your cheeks to leave a red tear-stained face. Jungkook opened the door and found himself face to face with Jimin, the last person he had wanted to see. 

“What’s wrong? You look tense.” Jimin lips curled into a sly smile. 

“What do you want?” Jungkook’s voice was cold, disrespectful and Jimin didn’t like it one bit. 

“Is this how you normally talk to your seniors? Looks like I didn’t teach you properly.” He rolled his eyes, letting himself in before stopping his steps at the sight of you in Jungkook’s office. He scanned your flustered expression and turned on his heel to face Jungkook again. 

“Am I interrupting something?” 

Yes. In fact, you are.” Jungkook’s voice sounded evidently annoyed. He was biting on his tongue to stop himself from speaking his toxic thoughts. 

“I-I’ll be taking my leave then, Sir.” You spoke in a quiet voice, the sound of your clacking heels quickly emphasised your goal to escape. 

“Wait.” Jimin grabs you by the arm, forcefully making you stop your way out of Jungkook’s office. He took note of your tear-stained face and looked over at Jungkook again- he had his jaw visibly clenched and eyes adverted to the marble floor. 

“What happened?” Jimin asked although he had a rough idea of what had occurred- as he had planned for this to happen. Only silence had answered him. Jimin eased his grip on your arm and changed his expression into a more gentle one. 

“Tell him Y/N. After all, isn’t he going to be your future employer? After all I did for you, you’re just going to leave me for your own gain.” Jungkook smirked coldly, his gaze pierced through you and your eyes began to water again. 

“I-I can’t believe you’d assume the worst of me.” Your voice started to tremble from rage.

“You’re saying that to me? You just said I’m some kind of fuck boy that only hired you to sleep with you.”

“Essentially that’s what you did! And here I was, thinking that we had something genuine! You’re heartless Jungkook!” You raised your voice, at that point you didn’t care that Jimin was there. You needed to tell him these things and that’s exactly what you were planning to do.

“If I wanted someone to fuck I would’ve paid for a prostitute Y/N! You’re just making stupid assumptions with no evidence! Whilst I have evidence on my side! Written evidence, in fact!” Jungkook angrily pulls out the card from before and threw it in Jimin’s direction. 

“Jimin told me how you were with girls Jungkook. You used them like how you used me. You played with their feelings and you didn’t give a damn about how they might’ve felt!” Jungkook felt a shot to his pride. Essentially, he knew that was the truth, at least in the past. But this time, he had no intention of doing that to you. You made him feel alive again. Every time he was with you, he felt warm- he wanted to see more sides of you and watch you grow under his guidance. You gave him butterflies that he couldn’t tame. 

“And you believe him?” Jungkook gulped, frenzy washed over his face. 

“Why wouldn’t I believe him Jungkook? What would you’ve done if I had fucked you and just left the next morning without a proper explanation? You didn’t even specify what the emergency was- of course I’m going to assume the worst of you!” You massaged your burning headache. It had been a long time since you’d cried this much in front of anybody. Unluckily, it just had to be infront of your boss. Another wave of silence hit the office. This time, the atmosphere thicker than before as Jimin stood planted in his spot, carefully observing the chaos laid out in front of him.

“Why are you here Jimin?” Jungkook’s question was straight-forward. He had no patience left to sugarcoat his thoughts. 

“I was going to discuss Y/N’s situation with you in person. It appears I might’ve made matters a little difficult for the both of you.” Jimin tried to sound sympathetic but it didn’t work because his emotions were fully detached. 

“Yeah you really stirred up shit this time. If this is about your job offer to her go ahead. Not like she’d want to stay with me anyways- she thinks I hired her just to fuck her.” Jungkook growled with rage burning in his stomach. He absolutely hated the idea of you leaving him for Jimin but his dumb mouth didn’t shut up in time.

“I accept your offer Jimin. You’re right, I am a burden to him. In more ways than one so please tell me when I should arrive at your office.” You spoke out, clearly infuriated at Jungkook’s childish behaviour. It was the spur of the moment- but it was a sentence that turned all tables. You didn’t actually plan for this to happen but your lack of professionalism got the best of you. 

If he’s going to play stubborn, I’m going to show him how to do it better. 

You watched as Jungkook’s eyebrows quickly knitted together after processing your words. Obviously, he wasn’t expecting you to reply so quickly to Jimin’s offer. 

“I never said anything about you being a burden.” Jungkook immediately whispered- panic clearly painted on his face as he realised that you were seriously about to leave him. 

“Sorry did you want something else? We already fucked you know.” You smirked at him, giving him his signature cold stare back at him. It shut him up completely. Jungkook was at a loss for words- he had just processed the fact that you were in fact, going to leave his side for Jimin’s. And that seemed completely berserk to him. 

“Y/N. You’re going to regret this. You’re not in your right mind. Don’t do it.” Jungkook warned, his face suddenly terribly close to your own. 

Watch me.” 

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thegrayace  asked:

Tumblr mom, I usually get pneumonia every winter, and this winter was no different, but when I went to the doctor she said it was just a cold. And later that night I couldn't breathe at all and almost went to the ER. I got properly diagnosed when I went back to the doctor, but do you have any misdiagnosis stories?

Ooooh nooo I hope you are feeling better :( *gentle hugs*

And hah, boy do I.

I’d been complaining of a sharp pain in my side for five years, which my doctor told me was nerves and told me to calm down: until I got to the US and nearly collapsed in serious pain and tumblr dad rushed me to the doctor who was like “shit ur gallbladder! how did it get this bad!” and found out my body reacts violently to the consumption of red meat. It’s a strain of protein, apparently.

Now I sometimes get a similar pain but it’s my large intestine spasming because I ate something it didn’t like. Not my gallbladder saying “good bye cruel world” and trying to take me with it.

Esophagus spasms were attributed to anxiety until my chiro person was like “you have a lot of pinched nerves in this area which is known to cause esophagus spasms” and I stopped wearing certain types of bras and the pain stopped.

My chronic tonsillitis that I was constantly on antibiotics for as a child, now looks like it was caused by chronic acid reflux due to me eating food I shouldn’t have been eating, which in turn eroded my throat away *thumbs up*

Severe allergies were misdiagnosed as “nerves” and I was prescribed sleeping pills instead of an asthma inhaler. I’m pretty certain the only reason they gave me an EKG was because tumblr dad was getting ready to deck someone.

My tooth pain, my entire life, has been diagnosed as “sensitive teeth” and a low tolerance for pain. (*shrill hysterical laughter*)

Basically every time I’ve been like “I am severe pain” almost every doctor I have seen up until recently has been like “women do tend to exaggerate their pain a lot, take some Advil and sleep lol” and then recently my new dentist asked me what dose of pain killer I was taking for the dying nerves in my jaw and said “no, oh no, no no that’s, no“ and doubled the dose.

So basically I have been chronically under medicated my entire life, which, haha, probably made my chronic pain worse. Who knew.

Doctors, apparently. They just legit didn’t give enough of a fuck when it comes to certain people. And I’m not saying it’s a gender thing—but it’s totally a gender thing.

Barba’s Co-counsel

A/N: Anon request: Can I request a Rafael Barba one shot thingy where you (Barba’s co-counsel) gets death threats as well and someone acts on them and you get stabbed around the same time Dodds is shot. Overall angst and fluff.
Thank you @minidodds and @larkistin for your much appreciated input. Enjoy guys!


“How do you find the defendant?” Judge Barth asked.

“We, the jury, find the defendant guilty,” the foreperson announced.

You cheered inwardly, glancing over at Rafael Barba, your co-counsel. He nodded his approval.

“Want to grab a drink to celebrate?” you asked Rafael.

“Okay, but there is something I should tell you first,” Rafael said, somewhat conspiratorially.

He led the way to his office, his eyes darting around nervously as you walked.

“Rafael, is everything alright?” you asked.

The two of you had only been working together briefly and it was amazing how in sync you were, almost as if you could read each other’s thoughts. In this time, you had also learnt to read his expressions fairly accurately, or so you had thought.

Rafael ushered you into his office and closed the door, pulling the blinds closed.

“We need to talk.”

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Se Perspectives on Ne

SUBMITTED by truthaliar 

Se perspectives on Ne

I saw the recent posts on ENFPs and ESFPs, and thought I’d offer some Se-perspectives.

I’m an ISFP 7w8—though occasionally I entertain Se-dom.  I have a lot of xNFP friends from working in theatre, coffee shops, and wildlife hospitals. Somehow, we’re drawn to each other. I think it’s because I help my friends accomplish their ideas, and they in turn give me new ideas to try to accomplish. It’s kind of a symbiotic relationship.

I thought I’d give an example of two INFPs and two ENFPs, the way I see them, and the way they differ from each other within their personality type.

What does Se look like?

I work as a barista and a wildlife technician—more or less a field biologist with vet tech skills that works to rehabilitate and release injured wild animals—and want to go to veterinary school to study conservation medicine. I have a singular focus that is slightly dampened by a strong “I’m bored” streak. I’m halfway done with my Master’s now through sheer force of will. My entire university career has been a tug of war between Se—maybe I can just skip school for a week drive to the coast and go surfing instead of studying—and Ni/Te—let’s take all of the vet school pre-requisites this semester so I can try to get in without taking a gap year.

I didn’t think I had a mind for biology—though now, at 25, I’m a year shy of graduating with my M.S. in integrated wildlife biology. I’m utterly Fi-driven. In my spare time I play soccer, rock climb, surf in the summer, and play ice hockey in the winter. I still play guitar, but I don’t really like performing for an audience. Also, as a kid I’d occasionally pick fights or intervene in them. I was–and still am–more rough around the edges than I was ‘proper’. [Also, I’m not all that into fashion. T-shirt & jeans > fancy clothes.]

Additionally, High Se is not necessarily external objective precision. Applied, it is more like constant motion. I’m very restless all of the time. Routine is a foreign concept to me. When I want to do things, I do things. I move from place to place and figure it out as I go. I’m a time-management nightmare. I’m so disorganized with things. But when I commit to something, I’m all in. I sometimes spontaneously make really important life altering decisions. And it’s the spontaneity or opportunism of the choices that I’ve made that I use to define Se. I don’t think twice. Life happens. You have to move with it.

How does that compare to NFPs?

My INFP cousin is obsessed with ice hockey. It could even look Ni. He literally chose his school based on whether or not he’d be able to play hockey his freshman year. But he doesn’t want to be a professional hockey player. No, he wants to be a film maker—or a masseuse. But he’s studying engineering design. And he certainly doesn’t use Se. He’s more content to sleep all day and stay up all night on his phone. He doesn’t engage in his environment unless other people encourage him to.

His Ne-Si constantly interact; he’s often entirely stuck in his head with possibly thousands of ideas – but he needs somebody to push him to actually do something. He’s not a healthy INFP, and often needs guidance in decision making to an extreme degree (consulting the youngest [ESTP] and I for advice on what to wear to family dinners; what to do with his life) and occasionally seems discouraged that both the youngest and myself appear to have direction—while he still falters.

In contrast…

My INFP friend, who currently works in urban farming, also wavers. She’s definitely the healthiest INFP I know—and possibly the most stereotypical. After she finished undergrad, she went into environmental education. And then she went into being a barista. And then she tried fisheries science. She really wants to do biology, but her Fi-Si seem to be interacting in a way that makes her pause before jumping into graduate school. Like me, she’s afraid of being stuck in an office all day—but is afraid that somehow, specialization in a field will backfire and entrap her. There are a lot of possibilities for her to explore and she has told me she wants to try and explore all of them before committing to a Master’s program. Like me, she seems to be on the social cusp of introversion and extroversion; but she regards herself as more chatty, and me as more skeptical and hesitant—and almost distrusting—with strangers. Despite her outward warmth I don’t believe she uses Fe; she’s particularly focused on herself and interests—she just can’t decide on which one to pursue.

ENFPs

I tell them apart from the INFPs by their tertiary-Te. Damn. The collective strength of their tertiary-Te is also why I back away from categorizing myself as an ESFP. Whatever they have – I don’t have it.

The actress eventually wants to move to NYC to pursue her dreams, but first is working on paying off her student loans and getting herself established. She loves word play, and is probably hands down the most talkative person I know. If you don’t interrupt her, she will just keep talking. Sometimes about herself. Sometimes about the similarities between Monty Python, something from four years ago, and Hamilton. And she’ll keep going. Textbook.

In contrast…

My friend the vet tech is not really like this. We worked together most recently and underwent similar scrutiny at our job. I loved what I did, but Fi came first for me. And when my job security started to feel threatened—I spontaneously resigned. [I’m still a wildlife tech, just not there.] My friend didn’t leave that job until she was removed from it. I think through her dom-Ne—she was very perceptive of ways that things could still work out, as well as other opportunities. She fought to keep it. It didn’t work.

She is onto other things now, but again, she doesn’t have Ni. She’s not exactly actively pursuing one way to change this. She’s interested in macabre sort of arts, and is interested in the external world—to a degree. She cannot imagine going back to school because it’s not the kind of learning she likes. Our interests overlap again in psychedelic culture and music.

Lastly
To add to the picture – I find this stuff interesting, but writing this was boring. It took me hours. I took a break in between to go get coffee; then I learned my puppy had jumped out a window and put a hole in the screen to chase after me and had to collect him from my neighbors house. Day in the life.

I think Ne and Se can really complement each other. I love that my closest friends have these visions; we build each other up. Their Si is different than Se and they often help me consider important realities that I may not have though of before–something I think is not often said enough about Ne-users. Many of the people I’ve mentioned think I’m a bit reckless and spontaneous, and certainly opportunistic – but they confide in me and we get along great. So if you’re trying to tell the difference:

- High-Ne wanders, and may be restricted by lower-Si in committing to a certain job, career path, or approach
- Se also wanders – but less with words and more in action. When it finds what it likes, it doesn’t really quit.
- Tert-Si users will be more atuned to certain details than Se-dom and aux users
- Both Se and Ne can be interested in different artsy subjects and excel at them – and both can get bored easily
- Se may present itself as more skeptical than Ne in certain situations because it is ‘reading’
- Don’t bother using level of socialness or party attendance records to define Ne or Se… I find parties boring. Some of my high-Ne friends love them.

The Classics

Request: no 

Summary: Adam’s expensive education was founded on the classics. 

Warnings: fluff 

Originally posted by lunadiego

In the months spent at the castle, it became quite clear that Adam had an expensive education (and he wouldn’t shy away from admitting it either). What his manners had once lacked, his array of interests made up for. He was distinguished in all worlds of academia to some degree. If asked to name his favorite, he’d have to say history (the Battle of 300 was manly) or astrology because of the stories that lay among the stars (his appreciation for Galileo was resounding but he could only read the English translations). 

It was quite costly to educate a prince, that’s for certain, but he didn’t enjoy it. His tutor and his father made him resent what should have been an enjoyable experience. He disliked reading the most, for no reason other than  it reminded him of his mother.  

Then you came along. Your very existence caused an emotional shift within him. Suddenly , he was forced to face those dreaded things called feelings. His heart was becoming warmer which was unusual to his routine melancholy. All his life, or his princely life, he was charmed by only the finest things, but you were enchanted by just a walk through the gardens or a conversation with Lumiere. That’s what drove him to give you his world. 

You were self taught and educated mostly by your parents when they weren’t working a miller shift. Gaps in your knowledge were passed off as the result of inequality from all demographics. Adam could tell you were gifted and that’s why he decided to share in his expensive education with you. 

The library became your  second suite as you soaked up everything you possibly could, well everything that wasn’t in Greek. Adam would  join you in the large couch, watching , sometimes listening, to you read. It became quite clear early on that you detested Chaucer but favored the greats from the Renaissance, specifically Shakespeare. 

You were up early, earlier than usual, due to the cold of the castle that pained you despite the endless cups of tea from Mrs. Potts. Bundled up, you tip toed to the library, picked up the copy of Romeo and Juliet, and curled up on the couch. Time slipped away as you read, finding yourself nodding off. The next thing you know, Adam is chuckling at you, removing the book from your hands. “I had the same reaction: all the heartache and pining…” He shuddered tossing it aside. 


“I was enjoying it!” You insisted nestling further into the velvet sofa.

 “Sure, well I don’t particularly feel like listening to such sickening fiction, why don’t we read something else?” He suggests joining you on the couch, adjusting so you were nestled against him.

 “Can you read today? I like it when you do.” You mumbled nudging him softly. 

“All right Hamlet it is.” 

Hamlet and Adam were similar he figured, if only because he wanted to be considered your favorite. With the day half gone and his rose half wilted, he swallowed feeling his chest tighten. It happened rather quickly, stumbling from his lips quickly. 

Three words that did not belong in Hamlet’s fourth soliloquy filled the space thickly. “It’s foolish.” Adam snapped quickly, jumping to his feet, “To think that you could care for a creature like me.” 


“I don’t think so.” You say softly, jumping to catch his arm.

 “You could be happy here?” His blue eyes achingly soft and human. 

“I am.”

 Time was slowing, a golden light cast over the castle as his lips met yours the feeling changing from fur to skin as a human Prince Adam stood before you, with only love emitting from him. 

Guardian Angel - Part 6 - Jimin angst

Originally posted by kpopidolaegyooo

Fuck check me out lads, 2 parts to this shit fest of a story in 2 days. this has never happened in the history of this blog lol sorry

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6
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Jimin’s hands were trembling around the popcorn bucket and he knew that he probably should have followed you out of there to make sure his friend was okay. Jimin didn’t want to look at you, though. He didn’t want to look at you and see the hurt in your eyes because Jimin had chosen Mina and he didn’t mean to.

He didn’t fucking mean to.

Sighing for what felt like the hundredth time that day, Jimin raked his hands through his hair and sank his teeth into his bottom lip as hard as he could. The pain was fine, it was bearable; but Jimin didn’t know what you and Mina were discussing out there, or if Mina would tell you at all what had happened between them.

What then? What would Jimin actually do?

You would have evidence for him supposedly being in love with Mina and you would stay away from him for fear of getting in the way of the two of them.

This couldn’t have gotten more tits up even if Jimin had purposefully tried to ruin everything.

 

“Mina!” You called, jogging to catch up with your friend who was darting down the hallway between cinema rooms. “Mina, wait! What’s going on?”

You latched onto her arm, pulling her to a stop and she whirled to face you with glossy eyes.

“Y/N, leave me alone, please?” She whispered, lip trembling. You shook your head, moving your arm from it’s tenacious grip to rub up and down, soothing her.

“No way, not when you’re like this,” you insisted. “What’s up? Talk to me,”

She shook her head, laughing humorlessly and brushing some hair from her face.

“Honestly Y/N, it’s nothing. I just thought something wrong apparently, it’s on me.”

“But what did you think that’s wrong? I don’t understand,”

She breathed in deeply, shutting her eyes momentarily and then opening them to search your face.

“Jimin and I had sex.” she confessed and it was like a punch to your gut.

Jimin and Mina…? Mina and Jimin?

They… Slept together.

Honestly, of course they did. What did you expect, that all this time spent with him and all the cuddles, laughter and those little outings he insisted were dates actually meant something? Of course they didn’t. People like you didn’t get the guy; people as resplendent as Mina did, and even as she stared at you, waiting for your response, with her shiny eyes and pink nose - she was absolutely gorgeous.

“O-Oh, I see…”

“Are you mad?” she murmured, stepping closer to you.

“Mad?” you laughed, and even to you the noise was harsh and metallic. “Why would I be mad? You’re both consenting adults, right?”

“Well, I don’t know. I thought maybe… You might have liked him?”

“That doesn’t matter Mina, it’s none of my business who the two of you choose to sleep with.”

You were bitter; she told you she thought that you might have liked him and she still had sex with him anyway. You had thought your friendship was more sacred than that.

“Right, well…”

“Y/N, I’m really sorry. I shouldn’t have-”

“Mina, seriously, it’s fine. Don’t worry about it.” You said, perhaps too sharply. “My feelings for Jimin don’t really matter anymore, do they?”

You were angry, certainly, but not at Mina. Not at your best friend, who hadn’t really done anything wrong. You were more angry at Jimin, who had disappointed you. Maybe you were being absurd and childish, but you had really thought that he liked you. He had paid so much attention to you and he was so… So sweet and charming with you. Obviously you were wrong.

“But Y/N-”

“I want to go home.” you whispered, crossing your arms tightly over your chest. “I’ll drive you home. Can you go and get Jimin?”

“Wait, no, Y/N we can talk about this, what do you mean your feelings for Jimin don’t matter anymore? You like him?”

“Mina-”

“Y/N please just tell me,” Mina said assertively.

Whilst the two of you were similar heights, you had never before felt that she was looking down on you as much as you did in that moment. She was glaring, with a glint of something you had never seen before. Was it anger? Sadness? Guilt? You weren’t even sure.

“I- Yes, fine, I really, really like Jimin. He makes me feel comfortable and he makes me feel special. He makes me feel like no other guy in the world will compare. We have so much in common that I keep wondering if we were literally designed for each other. He makes me feel safe and so, so fucking secure when he hugs me, and he holds me so close to his body that I can feel his heartbeat and swear it beats for me, because fuck it, my heart beats for him.” You were breathless, shoulders heaving as tears finally made their way to your eyes.

“But that doesn’t matter anymore, Mina.” You said, voice completely devoid of emotion. “Because you got him. You got the guy, and I can’t believe I ever thought I had a chance.”

You turned, aiming to leave the building and get some fresh air to try and calm down and then wait by your car for the two of them to come out too. You couldn’t help but latch your eyes onto the very defeated looking man standing barely a few feet away, his usually pristine hair flopping into his eyes and shoulders slumping forwards.

“I’ll be waiting by the car,” you said, addressing them both. An acidic feeling was rising in your oesophagus and you just wanted to leave the presence of both of them - they were looking at you, staring at you, and the weight of their gazes was too much for you to bear. “Come out whenever you’re ready and I’ll drive you both home.”

With that, you walked past them, dodging the hand that Jimin shot out to grab onto you. He choked out your name, the familiar crushing sensation in his heart suddenly dissipating.

Where had the pain gone? Where was his heart? He couldn’t feel it in his chest anymore.

“Jimin, I’m so sorry.” Mina whispered, tears dripping down her porcelain face. “I’ve ruined everything, I’m so sorry.”

Jimin shook his head, glancing at the girl before turning his body to go after you. “No you didn’t, Mina, I messed up. This is all my fault.”

Jimin ran after you, leaving Mina behind in his hurry to get to you. To explain, to apologise - just to do something to ease the hurt in your heart.

This was all his fault. This was his fault and he had no idea how he could fix any of this mess he had created.

“Y/N!” He called, jogging up to the car that you were leaning up against, tears still running down your face. “Y/N, please, let me explain-”

“It’s fine, Jimin, you don’t have to explain yourself to me.”

“No, but I really, really so, you don’t understand-”

“I understand better than you think I do, Jimin. I knew that you liked her anyway so this really isn’t that big of a deal-”

“Stop, can you just liste-”

“Don’t worry, I support you two. I hope that you’re happy togeth-”

“Y/N seriously let me-”

“You don’t have to-”

“Y/N FOR FUCKS SAKE LET ME TALK,” Jimin yelled, latching onto your upper arms so you had no choice but to look at him. The volume of his voice was enough to stun you into silence, and then your anger came back full force.

“No. Y’know what, fuck you Park Jimin. Fuck you. Do you get some kind of enjoyment out of playing with my feelings? You knew that I liked you and you slept with my best friend anyway. Is this some kind of cruel way to spite me? Have I pissed you off in some way because I didn’t take you for such a spiteful man.”

“Y/N, please, I’m so sorry. It happened a while ago and it was a mistake, I’d take it back if I could, please believe me.” He was crying at this point, but you refused to let your resolve weaken. He had hurt you and he was going to have to deal with that.

“I’m so fucking disappointed in you, Jimin. I really fucking like you, but now I’m not so sure. What, did you have sex with her and then come running to me? Was she not good enough? Did you think it would be a fun game to have us both and then tell all your friends about what a real man you are?”

Jimin swore he was going to die. His heart was beating way too hard and way too fast and he was legitimately concerned that it was going to rupture.

You were being completely unforgiving and Jimin didn’t know what to do.

“That’s pathetic. You’re pathetic. Y’know what, you can take yourself home. Tell Mina I’m sorry but I’m not hanging around here anymore.”

You shoved his hands off you, got into your car and tore out of the car park as fast as you could.

Despite all the hurt and anger you held in your body, the widening distance between the two of you tugged harshly on your heartstrings.

-

Jimin was a mess. You had found out about him and Mina two nights ago and Jimin had yet to contact you. His phone was completely silent, except for one or two panicked messages from Mina demanding to know what she could do to try and fix this.

Jimin hadn’t the heart to reply to her. At this point he wasn’t sure that he would be able to fix this at all.

He wasn’t even sure if he wanted to look at you again, and be horrifically reminded of the way you looked at him that night, eyes full of tears and burning with resentment.

He was wandering aimlessly around town, having just come out of work but not really feeling like going home. There was nothing to do there, and he couldn’t even sleep. Exhaustion was beginning to set into his bones but still he walked, crossing into an unfamiliar part of town. Jimin wasn’t worried though; he knew he’d be able to find his way home when he needed to.

He turned a corner, not really paying proper attention to his surroundings, and he accidentally launched himself into the body of another, the both of them going stumbling backwards. The other person cursed loudly, and Jimin reached his hands out automatically to pull them upright again.

“Oh, man, I’m so sorry,” Jimin started babbling, hoping that the slightly taller man wasn’t annoyed or anything. “I really wasn’t paying attention to where I was going at all, I’m sorry, my mind is everywhere-”

“Don’t worry about it!” He said, square grin immediately setting Jimin’s heart at ease. “You look like you have the weight of the world on your shoulders, are you okay?”

Jimin blinked at him, almost stunned by the radiance of the man’s face, and then nodded. “Yeah, I made a really bad decision and fucked up everything.”

The man nodded seriously, as if he understood what had happened perfectly without needing to be told any more details.

“I get that, I do that on a daily basis. My grandma is reaching the end of her tether with me.” Despite the weight of his comment, his grin was like the sun, and Jimin found himself laughing with the stranger. “I’m Kim Taehyung, what’s your name?”

“My name is Jimin- uh, Park Jimin.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Jimin! Do you wanna walk and talk? I’m headed to the shop now to get some tea for my grandma, you can come with me and tell me all about this heavy decision.”

The offer, whilst perhaps unorthodox, was one Jimin couldn’t resist. He didn’t really have any proper friends outside of you and Mina other than Jungkook (who did nothing but hum at appropriate moments whenever Jimin was ranting about something) and Taehyung’s sunny disposition was already unravelling the tightly coiled stress in Jimin’s body. He found himself nodding without really thinking about it, and the two of them continued back the way Jimin had come to the small grocery store.

“Well go on, tell me. Is it family struggles? No, wait- it’s a girl isn’t it?” Taehyung took a basket from the front of the shop, tucking his arm through the handles and beginning to meander down the first aisle in the most relaxed fashion Jimin had ever seen someone shop in.

“How did you know?”

“I’m perceptive and you’re good looking, so I just assumed it was girl problems.”

“What if I was gay?”

“Trust me, I know who’s gay and who isn’t,” Taehyung said, his voice the most serious since Jimin had met him less than ten minutes ago and Jimin nearly laughed. “Tell me about this girl, then.” He picked up two bags of gummy bears, examining the two identical bags in detail before settling on the one in his left hand and dropping it into his basket.

“She’s- Well, she’s…”

Jimin wasn’t eloquent enough for this. How was he meant to describe you, your very essence, to someone who hadn’t met you? He didn’t think he could in this language. Perhaps in his own, but not this one.

“She’s the world.”

“That’s deep.”

“You have no idea.”

“Divulge, then.”

“It’s weird and you wouldn’t believe me anyway.”

Taehyung turned to face Jimin, scrutinising Jimin in a way that he hadn’t felt since he met The Ancients for the first time when he was sixteen. Taehyung was thoughtful, just staring at Jimin, but Jimin didn’t feel uncomfortable. He felt at ease, as if he could trust Taehyung with his very soul if he had to.

“Try me.”

-

“So, let me get this straight,” Taehyung said, popping a sour worm into his mouth and pulling until it snapped, head of the worm in his mouth and body in his hand. “You looked into this magical whirlpool of destiny or whatever, and saw the two of them together.”

“Yeah.”

“And you were immediately drawn to this Mina?”

“That’s right.”

“Did you look at Y/N at all? Like, at all, even for a second?”

Jimin furrowed his brows, thinking as hard as he could.

He couldn’t really… Remember…?

He told Taehyung so, who nodded and continued munching on his sour worm. He looked so deep in thought about this whole situation whilst eating a fucking sour worm, and honestly, Jimin wouldn’t have told him anything if he didn’t immediately trust Taehyung and his innocence.

“Okay… Have you apologised to Y/N yet? Explained?”

“Explained, like, all this? All the angel crap?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m not allowed to tell her anything about this.” Jimin admitted, eating his own sugar coated jelly treat.

“Wait, what? Then why did you tell me?” Taehyung spluttered, sitting upright from his relaxed position on his sofa. “Oh fuck, are big, scary angel dudes gonna be after my hide now?”

“No, no, I’m allowed to tell people that aren’t affiliated with my charge, but that’s it. If you tell anybody, like Mina or Y/N or anybody that knows the two of them, we’ll both suffer the consequences.”

Taehyung looked very grave suddenly, before perking up and resuming his previous puppy personality.

“That’s fine, I have nobody to tell anyway!” He finished off the packet of gummies, screwing up the packet and shoving it into the plastic bag that the two of them were using as a bin for their junk food feast. “But why did you tell me at all? This is a big secret and we don’t even really know each other.”

Jimin shrugged. “I don’t know, I just trust you. My instincts are rarely wrong.”

“Except when it comes to something as huge as the actual reason for your existence.”

“That’s cold, bro.”

Taehyung just laughed, lounging back into the squashy sofa and lolling his head back to look at the ceiling. “Do you have wings?”

“What?” Jimin asked, having been too focused on reading all of the titles of the movies Taehyung had lined on the shelves of his room.

“Do you have wings? Like big ass angel wings. Are they white, like in all the films and shit? Is God real? Oh, shit, have you partied with Jesus?”

Jimin shook his head, standing from where he was squatting to get to the lower shelves, and laughed gently.

“Yeah, I have wings, but you just can’t see them right now, and yes, they’re white. Uh, God isn’t real in the sense that you’re thinking of God. He doesn’t have a physical form and only The Ancients can confer with him-”

“The Ancients being those guys that made you look into the magical whirlpool of destiny?”

“Yeah, those guys. And I haven’t partied with Jesus, no.”

“So Jesus is real?”

“Well, yeah, but he was just a guardian angel that had a serious problem with keeping it all a secret. He’s an Ancient now.”

Taehyung’s mouth was hanging wide open as he digested this new information. “I feel like I have all the answers to everything in the world ever.”

“Well, I mean, nobody will believe you.” Jimin said, shifting a cushion so he could sit down heavily next to Taehyung.

“Why should I believe you, then?”

Jimin was stumped. He hadn’t actually considered that Taehyung might not believe him. In all honesty, thinking about it, he was surprised that Taehyung hadn’t already called bullshit and told him to get out of his house and deal with his own problems. Maybe Taehyung would give him the contact details of the closest rehabilitation centre and tell him he was praying for his swift recovery.

“I can, uh, show you my wings? If you want?” A light blush dusted over Jimin’s cheeks at the idea. He had never shown his wings to anybody on Earth before, and suddenly he was nervous. What if Taehyung didn’t like them? Earning his wings had been the proudest moment of Jimin’s entire life but what if they were ugly in Taehyung’s eyes?

Despite only knowing him for a very brief amount of time, Jimin cared what he thought.

“Yes! Yes, please! I wanna see them, show me!” Taehyung was immediately upright, excited at the prospect. He tugged a cushion onto his lap, pressing it against his chest and biting his lip to try and hide the thrilled grin.

Jimin breathed in a deep breath to try and steel his nerves, then stood and moved to where there wasn’t a risk of damaging any of Taehyung’s furniture.

Then his breathing stopped, focusing on the sensation of the feathery appendages protruding from his back. There was a burning, piercing sensation in his shoulder blades and Jimin felt the skin of his back stretch and pull and only quickly remembered to pull his shirt off over his head to avoid ripping it and having to walk home in a tattered shirt later.

The feeling of his skin peeling apart along the already present exit wounds was one he wasn’t yet used to in its grimness, but he ignored that in favour of ensuring his wings would leave the cavity of his body and grow rapidly, unfurling and stretching out.

Like finally getting to scratch a lifelong itch, Jimin sighed in content and opened his wings out to their full span, flapping them just once, twice to stretch them properly. The billow almost upset his balance, and Taehyung’s hair was blown away from his face and causing him to flinch slightly, but his eyes were almost entirely round in shock and awe.

“Wow, they’re- Wow, I don’t know, fuck, oh my God?” Taehyung stuttered, hardly able to believe his eyes. “Wow…” He was unable to find any other word to say as he rose to his feet, hand tentatively outstretched. “M-May I…?”

Jimin nodded, and Taehyung immediately stroked his hand along the feathery plumage, sighing in awe.

“They’re soft!” He chirped, excited. His other hand joined the first, raking through Jimin’s wings - gently, as not to accidentally tug out any feathers - and then he, as carefully as possible, tugged on the end of his wing and pulled it outwards to stretch one of Jimin’s wings to it’s full span. “Jesus, they’re really huge too…”

“That’s what she said,” Jimin coughed, laughing when Taehyung immediately let go of the wing and it near enough snapped back to Jimin’s body, causing the unfamiliar weight to overbalance him and send him sailing into the sofa.

“That’s foul,” Taehyung wrinkled his nose, but his eyes were still focused on Jimin’s newly revealed secret. Then a devilish grin spread across his face and he was poking fun at Jimin. “They’re taller than you, look-”

A fist sank into Taehyung’s stomach, and he curled over, still managing to laugh through his wheezes.

“-Haven’t even know each other a full four hours and you’re already mocking me-!”

“-Ah! Hyung, get off! I’m delicate-!”

“-Delicate my ass! I could accidentally kill you with these things, do you get that-!”

“-Help! I’m being attacked by a giant chicken-!”

“-You fucking-!”

-

“Does it hurt to put them back in?” Taehyung asked, prodding the sensitive wound that was still sealing itself on Jimin’s back.

“Not really, not as much as it used to.”

Jimin’s hands were wrapped around a mug of tea - the tea that actually belonged to the elusive grandmother - and he was sitting on a stool at Taehyung’s kitchen island. His shirt was still off, allowing the curious boy to watch as his wings first shrunk in size and then retracted back into Jimin’s body. His eyes were alight with wonder as he watched the shapes move under Jimin’s skin and settle into place before the long, back-length, perfectly parallel incisions began to knit together.

“I almost feel like this is a really realistic dream, y’know.” Taehyung said, passing Jimin’s shirt to the owner when he had seen his fill of Jimin’s back.

“Funnily, this all feels like a very horrible nightmare.” Jimin commented dryly, pulling his shirt back over his head and reclaiming his tea.

“Ah, yeah, back to the matter at hand.” Taehyung nodded, back in serious mode as if what had just happened didn’t at all. “Like I asked, have you apologised to Y/N?”

“I have, but she didn’t really listen. She was too angry shouting at me.”

“Tough break. I recommend giving her time to cool down, to think rationally. She probably wasn’t thinking straight and was only saying stuff out of anger.”

“Well, yeah, probably, but I don’t wanna sit around waiting. I just wanna be with her.”

“If you don’t give her time to stew and be angry that it’ll come back and blow up ten times bigger than it already has.”

The kid’s right, Jimin.” Namjoon added. “Give her time to sort out her thoughts.

“I don’t think it can blow up any more than it already has, to be honest.”

“Trust me, it can always blow up more than it already has. Always.”

Jimin could have punched himself in the face at the fact that he shrugged off Taehyung’s surprisingly wise words. Barely even thirty minutes later, whilst Jimin and Taehyung had settled down on the sofa to watch one of his countless movies, Jimin’s phone was buzzing repeatedly against his thigh.

He let it ring until it fell silent, but not even ten seconds later it was buzzing again, this time with a series of panicked texts.

He huffed, pulling his phone from his pocket and unlocking his phone to check the string of messages he had received from none other than Mina.

He threw his phone onto the coffee table when he read them, launching himself upwards and stumbling around to find his jacket. Fuck he hadn’t brought his car how the fuck was he going to get there-

“Jimin! Jimin what’s going on?” Taehyung demanded, pausing the film as it’s intro started but Jimin only shook his head, shoving his feet into his shoes and tying the laces faster than he ever had before.

“No time, no time, Taehyung! We have to go! Come with me, can I borrow your car?”

Taehyung could only stare in bewilderment and Jimin stood up, racing towards the door and expecting the younger to follow. He picked up Jimin’s phone that he had left unlocked on the coffee table and his eyes scanned the screen quickly before his heart lurched and he too was sprinting out of the house, not even wearing any shoes in his urgency.

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Aria is A.D I'll fight you on it

I’m still keen on the Aria is A.D/uber A theory. It does add up.

My theory is that at some point, perhaps after Alison went missing, Aria had some kind of mental breakdown and was in Radley. Whether or not she actually went to Iceland I don’t know. It would be a fair cover for being in a mental institution. This would explain why Eddie Lamb recognised her when she volunteered at Radley. She did seem pretty surprised and uneasy when Eddie recognised her.

Also, another major point is the fact her medical files were missing but all the other girls’ files were still there. Then at the end we see A with Noel and Aria’s files. Why Aria? Unless she stole it herself or is working with Noel (unless he’s dead, I can’t remember lol). Even Ezra would do something like that. There’s obviously something worth seeing in it. What if it was records of a mental illness or her stay at Radley? I’m pretty sure the girls might have a few questions for her if that is the case.

I just wonder why they aren’t acting more suspicious towards Aria now. One, we still don’t have definite proof that Aria and Ezra didn’t kill Charlotte. Aria was the only one to say she wanted Charlotte to stay in Radley. Maybe she truly was scared and she killed her out of fear and anger. Aria does tend to have violent, explosive outbursts, sorta like Charlotte. It wouldn’t surprise me if she did kill her. Maybe she killed her because she wanted to take over the game.

Aria seems to be the most affected by what happened to them. Or that’s how the portray it at least. Maybe it’s all just a cover and Aria has been the real A since episode 1. Mona started it, but Aria and Mona have an interesting relationship. Mona did call Aria ‘big A’ in like season 1 or 2. If that’s not a dead giveaway then idk what is. They don’t seem to hate each other, it just feels like there’s something unspoken between them. There’s a lot of little looks and queues they make, and when they work together they are a pretty good team. Aria is the best liar of them all, she’s secretive and mysterious. All key traits a psychotic stalker/abuser would have. Mona even respects Aria in a way, like that time they were at the movies and Aria said something into Mona’s ear that made Mona cry. Mona said something akin to 'you know where to stick the knife and how to twist it’ meaning she didn’t just go for the kill, she doesn’t mind letting the victim suffer a bit too. To me this was a big moment. Not many people can get Mona to break with just a few words. Maybe we weren’t meant to hear it because it had something to do with the A game? That’s unlikely but just speculation.

What we do know is that Aria has massive potential for being a much darker character, all the prerequisites are there. I’m not psych but I am studying to become one, and I would be pretty concerned about Aria, even from season 1. She’s volatile, her moods change very quickly, she gets irritable and impatient easily, she’s destroyed other people’s property in her anger outbursts, she’s very paranoid and suspicious of people and in general, she looks in the mirror a lot which I used to do when I was going through derealisation and depersonalisation. It’s a strange feeling, but I suffer from anxiety, depression and bpd, and I know the signs of dissociation. Aria is the most likely suspect in my opinion. She dresses eccentric which could be from a lack of self image, some speculate that she has DID dissociative identity disorder formerly known as split personality or multiple personality disorder. This could be true, but I feel like at least her parents would notice her changes and get her some help. Who knows? After all it is just a TV show.

I feel like she has something similar but on a lesser scale. Severe anxiety can cause paranoid thinking and even hallucinations, but that would be at the point of psychosis. Psychosis can form as a result of trauma, which Aria has certainly experienced. Spencer had her thing with the meds, Emily and her drinking, Hannah and her drinking, what about Aria? Maybe her trauma manifests differently, in the form of mental illness. Mental illness cannot always be detected easily, and I mean by others who you spend time with. They won’t always notice and sometimes the sufferer will purposely hide it because they’re embarrassed or whatever. Aria could be aware of her illness and now she’s better at hiding it. All the evidence is against her. Guilty, I say. I say, you are A.

Boundaries Exercises

We did a cool exercise in Group Therapy today about Boundaries.

The first one, we had a sheet of paper with 6 concentric circles with nearly an inch of space between the edges of each - so like a big bullseye. The center circle is ME - the absolute boundary, the things no one but me knows, feels, shares, etc. From there, we wrote the names of people in the rings around ME according to how close we let them. So total strangers *should* be outside all the circles, while your closest confidante/best-friend or partner might be in the inner-most ring next to ME. Other family and friends range along the rings like this:

Or something. The way I drew mine, I had names crossing over into multiple rings, with the name mostly in the ring it usually lived in, to reflect how close I will allow them or how far I have to push them away.

Then we did a similar exercise but with a house plan. We drew the house layouts ourselves on graph paper (so we could draw our actual homes or visualize one of our choice. Now that I think about it, I forgot to put a bathroom in my made-up house!)  The group therapist’s example also had front/back yards and the street. Here’s something like the one I drew (except I remembered a bathroom this time):

So with this drawing, you’d write people’s names where you’d be comfortable having them in your own, personal house. Obviously if it’s your own house, you may not be cool with your parents in your personal bedroom, but they’d be fine everywhere else. Maybe your best friend might sit on your bed with you to chat. Maybe your regular friends don’t go in your bedroom but can go everywhere else. Or maybe you’re not comfortable with people staying over. Strangers don’t’ make it past the front door and people who’ve hurt you can be thrown in the street (preferably with traffic). You can think of it literally, but I liked this one in addition to the first because it’s not so linear. I have family I’m closer to than some friends but I wouldn’t want them dropping by un-announced, or I wouldn’t let them stay over. It’s a different way of thinking about boundaries.

Feel free to try these out - it’s an interesting way to check in with the boundaries we have with the people in our lives.