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Summer Solstice Celebration!

Hello my lovelies! 
Only one week left until the Summer Solstice and I am just beaming for the upcoming celebration! I decided to make another post like my Spring Equinox celebration one since you all seemed to like it so much. I do plan on having a bit more of a ‘proper’ ritual and celebration of the day since that Monday I have off from work, but here are some other low-key ways that I am going to celebrate the day. I’ve split it into two sections of day activities and night ones because the Summer Solstice can go all night long and I plan on doing a whole cycle’s worth of things. 

During the Day:

  • Greet the sun! I know it’s going to be an early sunrise, but if you’re there to greet the sun, you’ll be starting the day off on the right foot! You can either just lay in bed and watch the sun rise from your window or head outside and do a sun salutation, both will give you energy!
  • Wear your favourite summer clothes! Shorts, tanks tops, t-shirts, sun dresses- even flip flops if you can get away with it! The colours associated with Liltha are reds, oranges, yellows/golds, blues, greens and white! 
  • I’m going to be setting my citrine, clear quartz and peridot stones absorb the sunlight throughout the day- other gems that would love to be out on the Summer Solstice would be fluorite, sunstone, agate, carnelian, and any stone that is green or yellow in colour! But you best check to see if it’ll fade in colour before you set it out all day. If that might happen, then the moon light will work just as well. 
  • For lunch, enjoy a summer salad filled with summer berries like strawberries and blueberries, apples, leafy greens and a sweeter dressing! The berries are a great way of celebrating what the summer will bring for you. 
  • Get outside! I don’t care if it’s for five minutes at your lunch break or an hour long hike like I plan on doing, but get outside and live in nature! Breath in the fresh summer breeze, feel the sun on your skin, meditate and be with nature. 
  • There are so many ways to drink summer in- literally! Lemonade, iced tea, fruit juices, herbal teas like chamomile, rose or lavender will be such a great way to get just that little bit of summer in you. 
  • Today is also a great day to try and interact with the faeries and fae folk. Leave a small offering of milk and honey (or a honey cake!) outside in your garden, in a park, on the outside window ledge, and the fae will appreciate the gesture! Who knows- that could be the start of a relationship between you and them. 

At Night:

  • Have friends over or go out to dinner! If nothing else, the summer solstice is about celebrating with friends and family! It’s about being thankful for what you have and getting excited for the summer, so get together and discuss your upcoming summer plans! Who knows what might come out of it?
  • Listen to music- your favourite music, and sing your heart out! The god Apollo (the Greek god of Light, Sun, music and poetry) is one of the many gods who will be thriving off the activities of today and you can honour them by just enjoying music and art. 
  • Light candles- or your barbecue! Traditionally, this sabbat is celebrated with a balefire (outside campfire), but if you’re like me and lack an outside fire pit, then lighting up the bbq and cooking up some veggie or meat kebabs will be a good way of making a feast and substituting the ‘real thing’. No BBQ? No stress- light up some candles and watch it glow. Bonus points if they are coloured or scented to match the holiday. 
  • Make a craft for the summer- a flower crown, a bird house, a sun catcher. I know I plan on making a flower crown and perhaps painting that day, but so long as you create something, spell or not, it can honour the day’s celebrations.
  • Watch the sunset- like watching the sunrise, watching the longest day of the year come to a close will be an amazing way to celebrate the whole of the Summer Solstice. 
  • Are you of legal age? Have a drink of summer wines or berry ciders- just remember to give either the first or last sip to nature, the faeries will find it! 
  • Decorate your home for summer and for the summer solstice by incorporating some common symbols as decor- seashells, fresh flowers like sunflowers, daisies, carnations, and peonies, little statues of birds, deer, faeries, feathers from birds, and shining crystals. The summer decor, beach house look is always a popular one during June and July so you’ll bled right in.

So this is the rough outline of what I plan on doing during the Summer Solstice! I am going to do a spell that day I think, but I haven’t decided what just yet. I’m thinking a motivation spell or a creativity spell, so I can charge up my summer and all the writing I plan on doing. All I know is that it’s going to be a great day! I hope that I have inspired you to celebrate, regardless of how busy you may be that Monday. 

I hope you have an amazing week and a fantastic Summer Solstice! Love you all and sending all my good vibes out to you for this summer.

-Faye xx

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Ta-da!

Behold! The many different interpretations of Frisk’s character according to the AU they live in!

I initially wanted to release these for Undertale’s one year anniversary, but that never happened because I had too many things to do at the time. I was going to add more, but I ran out of time and steam for this, so I looked through my old pictures and decided that I’m just going to post this online in case anyone is interested.

Hope you guys enjoy!

EDIT: I realize that probably some of you have no idea what I’m talking about in the notes section.

“Ducktales? Where?”

I already did a reblog with the Ducktales Frisk that I accidentally left out, but in case anyone here is interested, here is what I’m referring to:

… Also, I’m really sorry, I just realized I didn’t even need to reblog that at all, I could have just inserted the photo.

Whoops ._.

So, uh… anyone else looking forward to the Ducktales reboot? I’m definitely curious about it at least.

Everyone’s already gone about writing their analyses between Darkiplier and Antisepticeye, that much I noticed.  But something else was nagging me about the whole thing until I just got it while doing some homework.

Not only does Dark and Anti contrast the actual versions of themselves (Mark and Jack), but when speaking purely in terms of visual and auditory representation, they more accurately contrast each other.

Let’s go with timing first and talk about Anti.

Holy shit, I didn’t realize that I actually got a screenshot without glitches until I put it up o.o

This man is the embodiment of chaos.  He’s clearly shown in frame, and there’s no way that you’d miss him if you’re watching.  He moves so much that it’s almost impossible to get him to blend into the background.  Even so, just because he wants the attention doesn’t mean he’s putting it all out there.  The fucker speaks in Zalgo text and jump cuts, with about fifty billion filters on his voice just so no one can really catch what the heck he’s talking about.  Heck, you have to paste together the jump cuts in this section alone to get a coherent conversation from this video.  So in a way, he’s constantly moving and yet he’s almost impossible to focus on.  He’s talking to us, but his attention can just go ANYWHERE.

He thrives on the buildup than the payoff.  He spent an entire month just dropping clues to his appearance, which garnered more attention than this clip would ever do.  Anti thrives not on the full appearance but on the clues that are left behind.  He prefers to be on the back of your mind, not the full center of attention, because he lasts oh so much longer there.  If he was a type of music, he’d be dubstep: nothing but buildup to a loud payoff.  And that analogy is totally not because he wears gauges in his ears.

With that known, let’s look at Dark.

He speaks bluntly, straight from start to finish, with maybe one or two filters on him.  Visually, he practically blends into the background, with only the grayscale keeping him in focus.  Actually, that’s another thing.  Dark keeps to his name by staying mostly in gray colors and backdrops.  Only his afterimages have some form of color on him.  He stays still and collected during his conversations right until he starts to lose his cool.  Then the filter effects go nuts, the camera straight out flips, and THEN we get the jump cuts to a calmer figure.  He has coherency to his character, so no need to paste together jump cuts to find out his full conversation.

Judging from his dialogue, he prefers to be front and center in your mind rather than linger in the back of it.  He wants to shower you in attention, almost to a violent degree, yet never actually does much to PHYSICALLY harm us (unless we just accept that we’re the dog).  This is especially true when you look back and realize that whenever we’re alone with him, he never fully turns away from us.  Mark does…a lot, actually…but never Dark.  No, he’s constantly facing us.  He wants us to remember him.  He’s Jumin Han, a few minutes into the second bad ending is that even relevant anymore?.

Visually speaking, these two characters are utterly fascinating, especially since they came from fanart that doesn’t seem to have a full coherent personality on them.

Fact Over Fancy (m)

Originally posted by tbhobi

Reader x Jeon Jeongguk

Summary: In this world, there are two types of people: those born with emotions, and those born without. Society is thriving in its emotionless state, productivity levels are at an all time high. Marriage serves only one function: to father the next generation. Those with emotions are considered to be defective, aberrations who can never be matched. What happens when there’s a glitch in the so-called perfect system and a defective and a “normal” person are matched?

Rated m for graphic sex, dirty talk

Word Count: 9910

As always, a HUGE thank you to my beta readers @ohmanholyjungkook and @blame-bts <3


“Back again I see, Mr Jeon.” Your eyes are fixed on his patient file in front of you, and you don’t look up when the person in question clears his throat and shifts in his seat in your doctor’s office. “This time it’s for starting a fight, again, with Jimin in the cafeteria.”

He leans back in his chair, one leg crossed over the other at the ankle in a display of absolute confidence. His eyes are fixated on your profile with a strange fascination, as if staring at you brings him some sort of entertainment almost. An amused chuckle catches your attention this time, and you glance up at his unapologetic expression. “Do you really like coming in here that often?”

Jeongguk leans forward in his seat now, interested. He props his chin up with his hand, and his gaze is penetrating, his cold, slate grey eyes unwavering. “Maybe I do, Dr ____. It’s my only chance to get you to myself for a whole hour.”

You don’t bother acknowledging his bold remark and flip to the section with his personal details, including his medical history. Defective.

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there’s a windows update going around, so here are some friendly reminders
  • go over your privacy settings again, even if you did the pre-update survey thing
  • there will be things you want to change or didn’t know existed or that are new that they enabled by default which you’ll want to disable depending on how you use your device
  • check if there are any new ~windows default apps~ that have been installed (or old ones you already got rid of once that have been reinstalled) and clean that shit up
  • make sure system restore is enabled, even if you already manually enabled it before the update***

*** if you have windows 10 and you have not manually enabled system restore, you do not have it enabled. without system restore there is no midway point between “turn it off and turn it on again” and “whelp, reset the computer and have to reinstall all your programs and reconfigure all your settings.” this is a stupid thing for windows to have turned off by default and i do not understand why windows 10 does this.

to turn on system restore in windows 10:

1. in the regular settings area, go to “Update and Security”
2. go to the sub-section called “Backup”
3. under the “File History” heading, click the “More Options” link
4. this opens a section that looks like there’s nothing there, except a couple links. one should be “See advanced settings” - click that
5. this opens up a new window in the old control panel style, with options for file history settings. what you need is actually not here, because windows wanted to make this as difficult as possible.
6. in the bottom left corner there should be a couple ~related~ links, one of which is “Recovery” - click this
7. now we’re close! you should be in an old control panel style window titled “Advanced recovery tools”
8. click the link called “Configure System Restore” (it will require admin privileges)
9. this opens up another window, where you can enable system restore!
10. it will be off by default; click the “Configure” button to open up a window where you can finally tell windows to turn on fucking system restore by selecting the radial button labeled “Turn on system protection”
11. you shouldn’t need to proportion any more than the default space for restore points, which is 3%. you’ll likely never actually use that much space.
12. while you’re here you might as well create your first restore point! from now on, though, your computer should create restore points any time changes are made, such as program or updates/patch installations, etc.

anonymous asked:

Can we get a ryden timeline... xx (love the blog)

thank you anon xo, and I can do a Ryden timeline and edit: I took the readmore out because it doesn’t work on mobile so sorry this is going to be lengthy, and I apologize, some of the stuff I’m gonna say I can not find the articles or pictures to back myself up.

I think I’m gonna do this timeline by year 

2004/2006

Ryan and Jac, Brendon and Audrey

  -So back in like the wee baby days of Panic! Ryan and Brendon both dated a couple of “scene queens’ (oh early 00′s) and I wouldn’t mention it but there are sceenshots of conversations between the two girls saying stuff like “Oh your boyfriend turned mine gay.” and a few other things about the boys having a thing.

Ryan’s Livejournal

-Here’s the tumblr post all of his entries are on, seriously give them a read in your freetime

-he’s deleted the account, so :(. Like right after the Myrtle Beach stuff but that is the next thing

-So his livejournal, full of teenage angst, the early developments of songs from fever, vague relationship posts, great banter between him and brendon including:

-I apologize there are a few other things of them interacting on lj but I can’t fine any screenshots or anything of them

Kerrang! Slow Dancing article

-So basically in a December 2006 issue of Kerrang! they put in an article and I quote  “Urie and Ross crack up as they slow-dance together through the heaving dressing room, belting out ‘All These Things That I’ve Done’ by fellow Las Vegas quartet The Killers as they glide through the crowd.”

-Don’t believe me here’s a pic of the article with that paragraph circled, super hard to read, but it’s there

Myrtle Beach

-Shit gets sexy here (like literally)

-So the myrtle beach lore is what I would call 1/3 of the huge Ryden lore stories

-Basically after a show Panic! and their crew all went skinny dipping in Myrtle Beach

-In some interview or another I’m pretty sure one of the backup dancers on tour implied that they fucked. 

-Ryan wrote this livejournal entry about the night:

Sun, Jun 25 2006

The moon bred new Atlantic life tonight.the salt burned you right out of my eyes.and secrets we’re not proud of were taken with the tide. We were all newborns with blurred vision and no sense of direction.

Today I saw cancer, cigarettes and shortness of breath.

this is why I walk to the ocean.swim with jellyfish.I may never get this chance again.

this is why if you want to kiss you should kiss.

If you want to cry you should cry, and

if you want to live you should live.

You don’t have to love me. You already did. At least enough to keep me smiling from South Carolina to Virginia.it’s for lovers (orjustfriends)

This is why I do it.

-and then promptly deleted his lj account shortly after that

2007/2009

Seattle 

-Seattle is already a significant place for Ryan as noted by this livejournal post:

Mon, Feb 6 2006

lay like lions in the sand..

one day we’ll settle in Seattle.

-But back to what this is really for (also totally copy and pasting this from my seattle post yesterday)

-Ryan turned 21 Pete Wentz  threw his party at one of his clubs in NYC, none of the other Panic! were 21 yet so they were already in seattle for the next show they were playing. 

^^^ Ryan @ his bday party,  -But anyways sometime during that night Ryan left his birthday party to fly out to Seattle, and was spotting in a resturant with Brendon, and a fan reconized them and got a picture which is here (sorry she’s blurred out I can’t find one not like that.)

-So yeah our boy left is own bday party to be with Brendon and wrote a song about it ( more on that in the next section) 

 -Ryan and Brendon also did an interview together around that same time where Ryan was still wearing the outfit from his B-day party and Brendon was wearing what he wore in that picture with a fan. Link to that interview: Here

Pretty.Odd

-2ish years since fever

-How much detail so I gotta go into here? That album was gay as fuck.

- It’s lengthy so I won’t go into depth but this entire album is basically about a summer love, more specifically the two people in love (Ryan and Brendon since this is a Ryden thing) Who use “the sun” and “the moon” to refer to eachother. It’s up for debate who’s who. And i’m not going to get into it

-Most notably is the lyric “We must reinvent love.” From Mad as Rabbits which is quoting a poem by a gay man about how since he doesn’t like women love must be reinvented

Northern Downpour (yeah I had to give this it’s own section)

 -This is a song on pretty.odd is heavily suspected to be about that night in Seattle, including lyrics such as “I missed your skin when you we’re East, you clicked your heels and wished for me.” (Ryan was in NYC which is east of Seattle), along with Seattle is rainy and in the North of the US.

-Ryan told Brendon to pay special attention to the lyric “I know the world’s a broken bone, but melt your headaches call it home.” and that is the lyric he got chocked up on playing it post-split

-Also during the Live in Chicago performance Brendon sings “Northern Downpour sends it’s love-” and then adds in and “I love you.” Right after.

Cape Town

-Pain, sadness

-No one knows what the fuck happened (aside from those involved)

-Cape Town, South Africa is where the last Panic! show with Ryan and Jon in the band played. It’s shady, and what is know is that Ryan and Brendon were not getting along to the point where they could stand to be in the same room together so Ryan and Jon left and created The Young Veins. 

- The Young Veins just so happen to have a song called Cape Town

-There’s a lot of speculation about said song being about Ryden and the band split (wrapped up into a metaphor about a girl). Mostly because the song is about a lost love. (in cape town.)

-Another large reason this is a very significant place in Ryden lore would be the lyric comparisons from the song Cape Town by The Young Veins, and a few songs off of Vices & Virtues. Most notably. From Cape Town: “Woke me in the morning asked me if I meant it, I didn't”. And from The Calendar (A song confirmed to be about the panic! split): “And I meant everything I said that night”

-The V&V bonus track the song Bittersweet has the lyric: “I’ve been to Tokyo, and to South Africa so many places that you may say I’ve seen it all”. Cape Town is in South African, not hard to make a connect about the two. And that concludes today’s lesson on the mystery of Cape Town.

Post-Split bits and peaces

-The Young Veins went off and wrote an album all about regret called Take A Vacation!

-Brendon and Spencer went on and released Vices & Virtues which is full of salt and bitterness. Salty Breakup album. 

-Ryan and Brendon parallel lyrics to eachother and I reccomend doing research on it or shooting me an ask and I’ll talk about it. 

And that is a timeline of Ryden 2004-2011ish. Feel free to ask me for more post breakup stuff (like Halloween, or the whole ‘they were cool after the split to now they rarely talk’ ) This is just getting lengthy but I will answer more questions on it

tutorial: cropping & editing icons on mac

Howdy everyone!

jerry-mod here with your first tutorial! we’re going to go all the way from start to finish, so depending on how much you know, you’ll probably be able to skip some of this. i, however, am leaving no stone unturned. so before we dive in, let’s gather our materials!

  • first of all you’re gonna make sure you’re using a macOS. duh right? it’s in the title.
  • if you have a mac, you have Quicktime, but you know i figured i’d mention it.
  • this tutorial will use Photoshop CC6, however i have used this method on CS5 as well. (really, as long as you can use timeline, you SHOULD be good. the positioning may be a little different though.)
  • you’ll want a frame ripper for this method… unless you’re using pre-made frames or print-screening. i personally use SnapMotion but i’m sure there are more comprehensive ones. 
  • Photoscape is a bonus feature for this tutorial. i’ll show you how to mass edit file names with and without it.

okay! this tutorial WILL be image-heavy so if you’re ready, click the cut!

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Fact Over Fancy (m)

Originally posted by tbhobi

Request fill for Jeongguk Arranged Marriage AU

This plot bunny was bugging me to write it so I decided to do a twist on the arranged marriage AU!

Rated m for graphic sex, dirty talk

Summary: In this world, there are two types of people: those born with emotions, and those born without. Society is thriving in its emotionless state, productivity levels are at an all time high. Marriage serves only one function: to father the next generation. Those with emotions are considered to be defective, aberrations who can never be matched. What happens when there’s a glitch in the so-called perfect system and a defective and a “normal” person are matched?

Word Count: 9910


“Back again I see, Mr Jeon.” Your eyes are fixed on his patient file in front of you, and you don’t look up when the person in question clears his throat and shifts in his seat in your doctor’s office. “This time it’s for starting a fight, again, with Jimin in the cafeteria.”

He leans back in his chair, one leg crossed over the other at the ankle in a display of absolute confidence. His eyes are fixated on your profile with a strange fascination, as if staring at you brings him some sort of entertainment almost. An amused chuckle catches your attention this time, and you glance up at his unapologetic expression. “Do you really like coming in here that often?”

Jeongguk leans forward in his seat now, interested. He props his chin up with his hand, and his gaze is penetrating, his cold, slate grey eyes unwavering. “Maybe I do, Dr ____. It’s my only chance to get you to myself for a whole hour.”

You don’t bother acknowledging his bold remark and flip to the section with his personal details, including his medical history. Defective.

“Medication won’t work on you because of your defect… you realize you won’t get better if you don’t try right?” Because of his status, it’s impossible for you to take the easy way out and shove him out the door with enough mood suppressing pills to last a lifetime.

“What if I don’t want to get better? What makes you think people like you aren’t the ones with defects instead?” His accusatory tone does nothing to rile you up, and you recite the motto of the Board that’s engraved in the walls of its headquarters, along with the speech you’ve regurgitated so many times it’s practically engraved in your head now.

“‘Fact over Fancy’, Mr Jeon. You know why it isn’t the other way around. Ever since emotions have been eradicated, productivity has increased exponentially, our economy has been functioning at its zenith, and will continue to do so in the future. People like you are a threat to the well oiled cogs of our socially engineered society, and it’s my job to make you realise that.”

“Nice speech, ____. Did the Board feed you those lines or do you actually believe in all that crap? How different are we from machines if we negate our emotions in everything we do?”

The little timer on your desk lets out a shrill ring, signalling the end of your session with Jeon Jeongguk. You close his file calmly.

“‘You can only form the minds of reasoning animals upon Facts: nothing else will ever be of service to them.’ I’ll see you next week, Mr Jeon. And don’t forget about your punishment. Cafeteria clean up every day for the rest of this week and next.” The dismissive tone in your voice is clear, but Jeongguk doesn’t make a move to leave. You gather up your things and stand, opening the door of your office and hoping he’ll get the hint.

When he doesn’t, you clear your throat in a professional manner. “I’ll see you next week, Jeon Jeongguk. I’m late for my meeting.”

Seeing as he can’t win in this situation, he rises from his seat and makes his way to the door, pausing by where you stand for a moment. The lack of personal space that he allows for in between leaves you with a face full of his chest, and he leans down toward your ear.

“I’ll be looking forward to it.”

You close the door behind him hastily, and dart toward your chair to grab your white doctor’s coat that hangs over the back of it, digging out your ringing phone from its deep pockets.

“Namjoon? Yeah, I’m still in my office. A patient ran slightly overtime. Has the meeting started already?”

“Nah, I’m still on my way too. I’ll be passing by your office, do you want to walk to headquarters together?” He sounds slightly out of breath on the other end of the line, and you shrug on your coat and exit from your office just in time to catch a glimpse of his blonde head turning the corner.

“Hey,” you greet him as he finally catches up to you. “Why are you running late? You’re usually always on the dot.”

“There was a bug in the matchmaking system this morning, and it took longer than expected to straighten it out.” You’re struggling to keep up with his long legs on the way to headquarters, and your heels click furiously on the smooth granite floor.

“That’s weird. The matchmaking system hardly ever messes up, right?”

“Well, there’s a first for everything.” Namjoon pushes the door of the meeting room open with the heel of his hand and you follow him in, heading straight to your seat.

The Head of the Board, President Kwon, interlaces his fingers together and surveys the entire meeting room filled with Board members with a brief sweep of his eyes.

“Welcome to our bimonthly progress report meeting. As you all know, the success of our society depends entirely on your contributions as Board members. As the Heads of your respective departments, your efforts go a long way in ensuring the continued flourishing of our economy as well. Dr_____, head of the Psychiatric Department, please kindly begin your report.” That’s your cue to kickstart the meeting, and you shuffle your stack of papers to your prepared notes.

“Most of the patients who were not born with the defect but have picked up emotional tendencies along the way due to various reasons are responding well to the emotional suppressant drugs. Those with the defect, however, are taking a slightly longer time in showing response towards counselling sessions with their respective psychiatrists. However, I believe with continued rigorous treatment sessions, the Board’s motto of ‘Fact over Fancy’ will eventually be drilled into them. Thank you.”

Namjoon picks up where you leave off seamlessly.

“The Department of Arranged Marriages has always been in line with the Board’s views, and believes that marriages should be for the sole purpose of propagating the human race only. Part of our duties include matchmaking individuals with the compatibility of their genes in mind so as to produce the best possible offspring in order to serve our society well. Our matchmaking system analyses each individual’s genetic makeup in order to produce the best match possible. There was a slight bug in the system that I found this morning, but fortunately, it wasn’t anything too serious.”

President Kwon accepts yours and Namjoon’s reports with a mere nod, and the rest of the meeting passes in a similar fashion, with the heads of various departments such as Finance, Education and Welfare delivering updates and reports.

Finally, the president makes a move to stand, “Your reports are very much appreciated. Since there are no pressing issues to address at the moment, the meeting is adjourned.” The rest of the Board rises along with him, waiting for him to exit from the meeting room before filing out after him.

You walk out with Namjoon toward the cafeteria, briefly checking your schedule for the rest of the day on your phone.

“What’s the rest of your day like?”

“After lunch I have a few more patients to see, and then I’m done for the day. What about you?”

“Lucky you. After this it’s a whole 12 hours of monitoring the system to make sure the bug doesn’t pop out again. I’d ask one of our interns to do it, but I don’t trust them nearly enough.” Namjoon has to raise his voice over the noisy environment of the cafeteria to be heard, and you give him a wry smile in response as you stand in front of one of the many dispensing machines and scan your ID.

The machine reads your barcode and serves up a tray of a foil wrapped package with your name stamped on top. It’s the Board’s way of ensuring everyone gets exactly the amount of nutrition they need, and each individual has all of their meals specifically catered to them.

You manoeuvre to an empty table with your food and wait for Namjoon to be seated opposite you before you unwrap the foil, noting your smaller portions as compared to his with little interest.

“I didn’t get a chance to ask you about your patient who ran overtime this morning.” Namjoon pauses in his chewing for a second.

“Jeon Jeongguk again, his sessions with me have been lengthened now because of his fight with Jimin last week. He’s a tough one.” Your eyes wander over to Jeongguk as he mops a section of the cafeteria, pondering over his last words as he left your session that morning.

“Ah yeah, he’s known to be one of the more outspoken ones among the defects. I’m surprised he hasn’t been locked up for constantly trying to go against the Board by now.”

Jeongguk’s head is down as he concentrates on finishing his task, and you note that his slim yet burly physique gets the job done pretty efficiently. His tall frame allows for his jet black head of hair to stand out even in the crowded cafeteria. The thin white shirt he has on fits nicely over his broad chest, and the chiseled indents of his collarbones peek out over the tee’s scoop neck. The dark wash of his denim jeans don’t do much to hide the sculpted planes of his thighs. Namjoon follows your gaze, and registers the intense look on your face. He pats your hand briefly, “Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll fix him. You’re not the head of Psychiatry for nothing. Anyway, I wanted to talk to you about something else too.”

This catches your attention, and you tear your eyes away from Jeongguk to focus on Namjoon again.

“It’s your turn to be matched soon, you know that right?”

At the mention of your matching, your appetite seems to disappear and you push your foil package away. “Yeah, it’s only at the back of my mind every second. I hope my partner is suitable, I’ll be informed of the results soon.”

Namjoon gives your hand a brief squeeze, “_____, you know the system is perfect. It never makes a bad match. Well, it does get bugs every now and then, but other than that, it’s flawless.”

You’re about to agree with him and chide yourself for the unnecessary stressing, but another voice cuts in.

“That’s sweet, enjoying lunch with your match?” Jeongguk props his head up on an arm over the handle of his mop with a saccharine sweet smile. You have no idea when he materialised by your side all of a sudden, but you’re painfully aware of how you have to crane your neck to meet his unnerving gaze.

Namjoon opens his mouth to correct him, but you stop him with a glance. Jeongguk’s your patient, after all, and you turn to look at him. “He’s not my match, Mr Jeon.”

“Well that’s a surprise, ‘cause I saw you two engaging in an intimate act just a while ago. He touched your hand!” A mock gasp comes from him as he shifts his position to lean his hip against the table, the epitome of cockiness. “I’m sure the Board wouldn’t approve of that.”

You wrap up the remains of your meal in the foil, giving Namjoon a slight nod to let him know you’ll see him later. You step out of your seat to face Jeongguk. “You seem to be done with your duties, shall I do a spot check? If they aren’t up to my standards, I’ll have to assign more days.”

Your threat seems to work as Jeongguk reaches for the mop that he left leaning against the table, turning to face you with a smirk. You turn on your heel and head for the bins to dispose of your trash before he can speak, but he only tags along with you, his long strides keeping up with you effortlessly. “Authoritative women are such a turn on. I wonder, are you like that in bed too?”

“Maybe I am. Too bad you’ll never find out.”

You usually don’t respond to his jabs and comments, so your parting shot leaves him a little surprised and Jeongguk doesn’t follow you out of the cafeteria. But you feel his eyes on your back the whole way to your office.

*

The rest of the day passes uneventfully, and you wrap up with your last patient before gathering your things and leaving your office. Deciding you’d much rather eat in the peace and quiet of your apartment, you decide to pick up your meal before heading home. There aren’t many people at the cafeteria since dinner is nearly over, save for a few late workers and the cleaners.

And Jeon Jeongguk.

He’s stationed right at the end of the row of dispensing machines, looking as if he’s finishing up his duties for the day. You approach the furthest unoccupied machine from him, hoping to get your food and leave without attracting his attention. But luck is not on your side today, and as you search your bag for your ID, he comes up behind you to wait for his turn, even though there must be at least four other unoccupied machines available.

Once again, Jeon Jeongguk seems to have no respect for personal space and you can feel his breath rustle the hairs on the top of your head, and the heat emanating from his body tells you that he is mere inches away.

The plop of your foil packet is music to your ears as you snatch it up quickly, sidestepping to escape the trap of his body and the machine. You’re just about to hightail it out of there when a voice behind you calls out.

“Dr _____! Will you eat with me?” His voice rings out across the short distance that you’ve managed to put in between you, and also attracts the attention of the few remaining people in the cafeteria.

Your hurried steps come to a halt as you try and think of a believable excuse to feed him. He strolls leisurely towards you and pulls out a chair at the table beside you, sitting down and extending a leg to push out the other chair opposite as an invitation to join him.

The heat from the packet is starting to become unbearable, but you’re at a loss for words to reject him. Defeated, you slide into the seat opposite him, only to be met with a radiant smile that shows off his bunny teeth.

“I’m starving. I haven’t eaten all day, but having such a pretty doctor eat with me totally makes up for it.” He tears into his own packet with enthusiasm, digging in immediately.

“Wait, I saw you earlier today at lunch. Didn’t you eat then?” You unwrap your own portion of food more delicately, waiting for the steam that rises from today’s dinner of grilled chicken and salad to settle first.

“Nope, my cleaning duty lasted all the way till I had to leave for my job at the mechanic’s.” In a flash, Jeongguk’s almost done with his food, but it’s painfully obvious that it’s not nearly enough for someone of his size, not to mention factoring in all the physical activity he probably engages in to earn those defined biceps and the rest of his muscled physique.

Before you have a chance to second-guess yourself, you push your packet towards him and fork your portion of meat into his.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t consider your needs well. I should have written you a pass so you could get off duty earlier to eat.”

You’re all too aware that sharing food like this is against the rules, and Jeongguk must be too, judging from the widening of his eyes. The surprise on his face is soon replaced by smug little smirk as his pink tongue darts out to lick at a smear of gravy at the corner of his lips. Your eyes are unconsciously drawn to that sharp little movement and the dampness left behind.

“Is that a hint of sympathy I detect?” The teasing lilt in his tone is nothing like the sharp accusations earlier this morning, and instead of responding with your usual barrage of politically correct jargon, you choose to watch him wolf down the rest of your portion.

“Office hours may be over, but I’m still your doctor. If anything happens to you, I’m responsible.”

“You always have to spoil the mood, don’t you? I rather liked the idea of you being indebted to me.” He’s twirling his spoon in between his slim fingers now, and you focus on finishing your food as quickly as possible. With your mouth full, at least you’re spared from having to come up with an appropriate response to Jeon Jeongguk.

All too soon, the last of your salad is scraped clean, and you no longer have an excuse to remain silent. You’re all too aware of him watching you, and the silence grows a tad uncomfortable.

“Can I sleep over at yours tonight?”

His blunt statement causes you to bite your tongue and you immediately flinch. You attempt to cover up your reaction by standing from your seat, but he’s already tossing his head back in laughter, a musical little sound that reminds you of the tinkling of bells on a sleigh. He collects himself for just a moment and his gaze lands on your shell-shocked expression once more before he erupts into another fit of laughter. Gone is the cold steel gaze from this morning, now it seems to resemble more of a dove grey, as soft as down feathers and lit up with the warmth of a summer’s day.

A little flustered and in dire lack of a curt comeback, you decide to make a break for it while he’s still otherwise incapacitated. You almost make it out of the cafeteria before you hear him, slightly out of breath. “See you for our next session, _____.”

*

The encounter with Jeon Jeongguk in the cafeteria leaves a strange taste in your mouth and an unfamiliar sensation in the pit of your stomach, and somehow you don’t think it can be attributed to nerves from breaking one of the Board’s rules.

Your formal request to the Board to let Jeongguk off duty a little earlier during lunch has been rejected and you’re at a loss for the first time in a long while. The thought of him having to skip a meal and starve till dinner every day makes you slightly uncomfortable, and it’s something you can’t seem to brush off. The thought lingers at the back of your mind even during consultation hours, and as a result you’re even more taciturn to your patients than usual.

Having spent most of lunch picking at your food in your office, you decide you have to do something.

You’re careful to wait till the lunchtime crowd clears before heading to the cafeteria and scanning your ID again, requesting for another pack of food. It’s the best you can do since you can’t get your hands on someone else’s ID, and there’s no way you’ll ever ask for Jeon Jeongguk’s. The Board might take note of your unusually high amount of food intake this month, but there’s slim chance they’ll let you off with it, considering your trusted position as Head.

And if not, you’ll just have to come up with an excuse for them. Maybe racking up some physical activity ought to account for those extra calories.

Food packet in hand, you scribble his name onto a post it and attach it to the foil, making your way towards the automobile-servicing centre where he works. You’re hoping to drop in inconspicuously and leave the food packet for him, but there’s no chance of that when you see him parked at the entrance, hard at work on a dusty maroon pickup.

You stand out like a sore thumb in your pristine white doctor’s coat compared to the oil stained, griminess of the whole place, and Jeon Jeongguk spots you immediately. He comes bounding up to you like an excited puppy, wiping his greasy hands on his blemished, cobalt overalls that he wears for work and giving you an expectant look.

You decide to just bite the bullet and get this over and done with.

“I brought you some food.” You thrust the packet into his dirt streaked hands and make your escape, trying to block out his amused chuckles as he practically announces your presence to the whole world with his shout of thanks.

And that’s how you end up visiting Jeon Jeongguk every day after lunchtime.

*

Watching Jeon Jeongguk eat is one of the most satisfying things in the whole world, you conclude.

It’s a swelteringly hot Thursday afternoon, and your third time delivering food to him. You’re a little more at ease when you find out that Jeongguk mostly works alone at the shop, so there won’t be any witnesses to answer to and you decide that you don’t have to return to your stuffy little doctor’s office quite so quickly.

You’ve learned from your first time and left your coat behind, but rivulets of sweat still stream down the nape of your neck even in a sleeveless ivory top and navy pencil skirt that comes up to mid thigh. With a sweep of your hands you gather your hair up into a ponytail to try and counter some of the heat, and you can feel the weight of Jeongguk’s observant gaze tracking your every movement from where he’s seated across the small table in the service centre. He refuses to be caught, though, and returns his attention to scrunching his nose at the slivers of ginger scattered in his rice.

Today is the first time you’re staying to watch him eat and he seems to know that you’ll leave as soon as he finishes, taking his time to meticulously pick out all the pieces of ginger and setting it aside like a fussy little child. There’s a grain of rice lingering at the corner of his mouth, and a small smile tugs at your lips at his child like innocence that only seems obvious when his guard is down.

You reach out and pluck at the offending grain of rice without thinking, and freeze when the pad of your thumb brushes across the cupid’s bow of his upper lip, and the velvety sensation of his cherry red pout makes you jerk back as if electrified. His platinum grey eyes immediately lock onto yours, and you’re pretty sure you look like a deer in the headlights right about now.

Willing yourself to remain calm, your fight or flight response kicks in and you swing your leg over the bench to get up, unwittingly flashing Jeongguk in the process. You curse inwardly over your choice of a skirt on today of all days and try to remember what kind of underwear you have on, though you’re not sure why it even matters, when he answers the question for you.

“Cute panties. Dark green just happens to be my favourite colour.”

The predatory gaze makes you let out a squeak reminiscent of hunted prey, and your dignity hangs in shreds. A flushed heat settles over the apples of your cheeks, and you smooth your hands down the front of your skirt for composure.

“I have to go. My next patient’s waiting.” You mumble out a half assed excuse before hurrying out of the servicing centre, wondering just why all of your encounters with Jeon Jeongguk seem to end in the same way every time.

*

The last and final time you bring Jeon Jeongguk his lunch, he kisses you.

The events of the previous day are still too fresh in your mind; so today you don’t sit opposite him to watch him eat, but instead fiddle around with the car he’s currently working on. You don’t really have much experience with automobiles, nor are you very interested in them, but it’s the best way to avoid eye contact with a certain someone. Common sense tells you to simply deliver his food and go back to the safety of your office, but there’s also something else within you that refuses to admit defeat and retreat like a coward.

Damn Jeon Jeongguk.

A thick layer of dirt and grime that’s settled over its entire body dulls the sunset glow of the tangerine saloon in the workshop. Other than its less than stellar upkeep, you can’t see anything else wrong with it.

“What’s wrong with this car?” Your question cuts through the silence in the workshop.

“It was pretty wrecked when we bought it, but I managed to find some new parts for it. It just needs a good scrubbing now.” Blocked from your view by the car, his disembodied voice echoes in the empty workshop. Jeongguk finishes his meal in record time today, and you can hear the rustling sounds as he cleans up.

“Wow. Who’d want to sell this though? It’s such a beauty.” Despite your lack of experience, the car’s elegance and allure is evident even under so much filth.

Jeongguk makes his way to the hood, so that he’s standing opposite you with only the car in between. His eyes are fixated on you as he replies. “Yeah, she sure is pretty.” When you don’t answer him, he continues. “Wanna help me out a little?”

A little intrigued by his question, you nod, even though warning bells are going off in your head.  You’d really like to see how the car looks in its full glory though, and you manage to convince yourself that’s the only reason why you’re sticking around so much today. Jeongguk hands you a rubber hose and instructs you on how to operate the controls that turn the water on or off, telling you to aim at certain areas while he gets a sponge ready to scrub.

At his cue, you flip the switch, releasing the valve and allowing a stream of pressurized water to shoot out. However, the backlash of the water catches you off guard, and even though you stumble back a few steps, you manage to retain your balance. But your aim goes off target and you end up drenching Jeon Jeongguk’s entire upper body.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry!” You scramble to flip the switch off as he sputters in shock, soaked to the bone. His tongue-tied reaction as he stands there is priceless and sends you into an uncharacterized fit of giggles, and you have to steady yourself with a hand placed on the bonnet of the saloon.

You’re bent over trying to fight off another wave of laughter and catch your breath at the same time that you don’t see the mischievous grin on Jeongguk’s face, but the next thing you know, soapy water is dripping off the front of your shirt from the sponge he was holding mere moments ago.

The sharp, biting cold of the water provides a much-needed relief from the heat, but when you catch a glimpse of the impish gleam in his eyes, you decide that you won’t back down so easily this time. You bend to pick up the hose from the floor and toggle the switch again, and this time, your aim is spot on. A jet of water hits Jeongguk right in the chest, but he only laughs it off, a pure, unadulterated laughter that makes you forget about the Board and its rules, defective and undefective,until all that’s left is you and Jeon Jeongguk.

He endures the slight pressure of the jet aimed at his chest to step towards you, and you can’t help but erupt into peals of giggles as you back away as well. “Jeon Jeongguk you monster, don’t come a step closer!” You raise your voice over his contagious laughter, but before you can think of how to defend yourself, he lunges at you and grabs you around the waist, expertly shutting the flow of water from the hose as you drop it to the ground.

The pressure of his hips against yours causes your feet to lose purchase on the slippery ground, and you’re forced to wrap your arms around his neck tightly. The warmth of his sturdy arms banded around your waist, a contrast to your soaked skin, kindles a spark in your lower belly, and you don’t miss the way your heart skips a beat.

A flood of sensations overwhelms you at once: the rock hard quality of his whole body pressed up against yours, the comforting stability of being cradled in his arms and the intoxicating spicy tang of citrus from the cologne he wears. You pull back a little to get a better look at his face, not wanting to be the first one to break away and shatter the crackling chemistry sizzling between you.

You notice his eyes drop to your lips right away, and you only have a split second to close your eyes before he meets your lips in a hungry kiss. You respond back almost immediately, shocking the both of you as your lips move together in a tandem of harmony, as if you’ve done this with him a million times before. The taste of the peppermint candy that he finished his lunch with lingers on his plush lips, flooding your taste buds, and you can’t help but let out a dulcet moan. In response, Jeongguk nibbles at your bottom lip, and the scrape of his teeth causes the reality of the situation to come rushing back.

You break away first, breathing heavily, but he doesn’t relinquish his iron grip around your waist. The atmosphere is weighted with the aftermath of the kiss, and you’re paralyzed by the adrenaline rushing through your system and the reminiscent tingling on your lips. This situation is all too familiar to Jeongguk; he does something unexpected and a tad inappropriate, and you respond by running away. So this time he offers you a way out himself.

“My hoodie is over there on the bench. Wear it over till you get back to your office.” He loosens his grip and takes a step back. “I’ll see you for our next session, _____.” His voice is barely audible if you weren’t so close to him, and there’s a gentle and even raw quality to it that infuses a sense of calm into you.

You grab his jacket from the bench and tug it on, hyperaware of how Jeongguk’s scent surrounds you like a protective outer layer. Before you leave this time, you manage a few words to the boy watching you with something akin to yearning in his eyes.

“See you soon, Jeongguk.”

*

The patient before you is slumped in his chair, and every line of his body conveys his utter frustration.

“Why am I even here? Isn’t this what the Board wants, for us to fuck and then give birth to another generation of emotionless slaves? What did I even do wrong?”

The tip of your ballpoint pen glides across the notepad in front of you in neat cursive, noting down every detail of your patient’s outburst. It’s only when he stops that you look up at him, only to find that he’s waiting from a response from you instead. You glance back down at your notes.

“Kim Taehyung, you were caught having sex with your match in a public area, and being guilty of other acts such as giving and receiving oral sex, which is certainly not required to conceive. On top of that, you’ve been showing signs of emotional outbursts recently.” You reach for a pill bottle on your desk and give it a little shake. “Have you been taking your suppressants?”

The defiance is clear on his face as he answers. “No. Why should I? It’s perfectly normal to crave intimacy.”

Patiently, you meet his chocolate eyes ablaze with indignance from beneath his honey brown hair that layers across his forehead. “How did you come to that conclusion, Mr Kim?”

“It’s in the archives. Before people lost the ability to feel.”

“You should be well aware that reading and retaining information from the archives is strictly forbidden. Your job as an archivist could be jeopardised if I report you to the Board.”

You close his patient file as a knock sounds at the door and the Psychiatry Department’s secretary peeks her head in with a stack of mail. It’s almost the end of Taehyung’s session with you anyway, so you wrap up with him.

“You’re not born defective, so you have a good chance of recovering if you take your suppressants. If I don’t see any improvement in your behaviour then I’ll be forced to report you.” Your threat hangs in the air as you push his prescription towards him. “See you next week, Mr Kim.”

Taehyung snatches the prescription off the desk, and the tension in the air is palpable as waves of helplessness emanate off him. His knuckles are white as he grasps the crushed piece of paper and heads for the door, rudely colliding into the secretary on his way out.

You nod at her in brief apology as she hands you your stack of mail before taking her leave. Leafing through the crisp white envelopes one by one, it’s the usual bills and useless notices, but one of the letters makes you stop your shuffling so suddenly that a paper cut rips across the pad of your thumb. But the pain barely registers when you glance at the front of the letter.

The letterhead visible through the clear window on the envelope is printed in a glaring crimson that stands out from its pristine white background. The Department of Arranged Marriages.

A mix of anxiety and denial bubbles up in the hollow of your stomach and you consider chucking the envelope into the paper shredder that sits in the corner of your office. But that would only be irrational, and you close your eyes to try and suppress the sudden warp of unprecedented emotions swirling in the cavity of your chest. The letterhead remains imprinted beneath your eyelids, burnt into consciousness and there’s no escape. You know there’s only one reason for this letter as you flip the envelope around and tear it open with trembling hands. It takes several unsuccessful tries before the letter slides out of its cradle and you smooth it out on your desk.

You start at the very top, attempting to keep your nerves in check by treating the contents as objectively as possible, as if they were a patient’s file, or a progress report. But it’s impossible to compartmentalise when the issue at hand is something as personal as your match, and your eyes skip over the first few paragraphs explaining the purpose of such a system, information that you already know as thoroughly as the back of your hand. You skim down the margins till you stumble across four words printed in bolded obsidian that stand alone on the page.

YOUR MATCH: JEON JEONGGUK

Incredulity and disbelief slam into your chest with the force of battering ram, and you blink furiously to refocus on those four words. There has to be a mistake. Defectives aren’t allowed to be matched; they’re kept out of the system’s database altogether in order to prevent their defective genes from passing on to the next generation.

You’re just about to reach for your phone and dial Namjoon’s cell to get to the bottom of this colossal mess when the door of your office bursts open. Standing in the doorway is none other than Jeon Jeongguk with the very same letter, and he saunters over to his seat in front of you, tossing the letter onto your desk with a relaxed air that completely contrasts with the white hot adrenaline coursing through your bloodstream and the staccato beat of your racing heart.

“Looks like you’ll be Dr Jeon from now on.”

“Don’t jump to conclusions. There has to be a mistake. Namjoon told me he found a bug in the system just last week, so it’s completely plausible.” There’s panic laced in your tone, but your words aren’t convincing enough to steady your quivering hands that are folded on your desk.

“I don’t think I’m the one jumping to conclusions here, ____.”

You take a deep, calming breath for strength. “Get out. I need to make some calls. There’s no way I can be matched to you, you’re-”

“Defective?” His toneless voice cuts in. Jeongguk stands now, his hands on your desk and leaning down so that he is at eye level.

“Our union won’t benefit our society in any way, our offspring have a 50% chance of being born defective-”

“What are you really afraid of, _____? Is it the way I make you step out of the lines that your precious Board has drawn, breaking their rules? Or how you’re slowly becoming like all the patients you try so hard to rehabilitate?”

“Are you afraid of the way I make you feel?”

His question sends a rush of flashbacks of your heated encounters with him coursing through your mind, especially the kiss, and this time you can’t deny the surge of warmth that blooms in your chest at the thought of kissing him again. Jeongguk’s searing gaze burns into you, daring you to prove him otherwise, to deny the volatile chemistry that sparks in between you, to dismiss the events of the past few days as if they are nothing more than passing clouds on a stormy night. It’s useless to fight against this, whatever it is, any longer. You open your eyes and really see Jeon Jeongguk for the first time.

He is sharp angles of chiselled beauty, his liquid mercury gaze pinning you in place with an undeniable intensity. Adorned with a complexion of porcelain and alabaster cheekbones carved by the gods themselves, the aristocratic slope of his Roman nose and the dusty rose pink of his puckered lips are nothing less than a work of art.

How could this boy, cloaked in such magnificence and resplendence, be considered defective in the least?

Realization hits you hard, and the entire infrastructure that you’ve based your very existence on comes tumbling down.

“Jeongguk.” This is the second time you’ve addressed him without any sort of salutation, your voice choked with emotion for the first time in your life, and that’s when Jeongguk knows he’s broken through.  

“Finally,” his own voice is clouded with relief, and he runs a hair through his jet-black hair, tousling it so perfectly. You’re mesmerized at how much more intense everything feels, from the way a slight intonation of his single word imbues it with so much more meaning, to how much deeper his voice is now or the nervous energy that runs through him as he paces the length of your office, things that have always been there, but you’re only noticing now.

It’s like a sudden sensory overload, all these things that lingered beneath the surface only to manifest now in a shower of sensation that you’re struggling to keep up with.

“_____, you have to listen to me. It’s not safe-”

The sound of your name sends a shiver down your spine, the way it rolls off his tongue like a deep purr reverberating from the depths of his chest. But the second half of his sentence is enough to snap you back into a semblance of consciousness.

“Wait, what are you talking about? Not safe?”

Jeongguk glances about the interior of your office, as if looking for something before grabbing a legal pad and pulling it toward him. He helps himself to a pen before scribbling something on it, and then pushes the pad back toward you.

They’re monitoring your office. They can’t find out about you. You have to pretend like nothing’s changed, or else they’ll come for you.

Only when you read his words do you remember the cameras installed in your doctor’s office, enabling the Board to monitor consultations and intervene when necessary. Back then you were all for such measures, but only now do you realize how invasive it is. When you look up at Jeongguk again, he’s imploring you to play along, to pretend that the consultation is going as per normal. And so you do.

‘Mr Jeon, your behavior has been incredibly disruptive as of late, more than usual. If you don’t improve, I’ll have to punish you.” It’s hard to regulate your voice into your old, monotone drawl like before when it seems so natural to infuse emotion into your speech, for it to ride the highs and lows of intonation like a roller coaster. You manage to draft out a response to his earlier warning: What do we do now? I can’t pretend like this for the rest of my life, and we have to get married.

Even your written words are filled with desperation, and Jeongguk can’t help but smirk. “I can’t wait to see what kind of punishment you come up for me, Dr_____.” Even in such a dire situation Jeongguk’s still his old, inappropriate self, but the smouldering look in his eyes tells you he’s not entirely joking either. You lick your lips unconsciously at his double entendre, but before your thoughts can go anywhere else, he slides the pad back to you.

We have to run away. Signing the marriage contract will buy us some time before they start looking for us. There are others too.

A million questions are tripping over themselves, and your tongue physically itches with the need to speak freely, but you know you can’t. And it’s too much to write out on paper too, not if the consultation is to go on as per normal.

“I’ll be monitoring you closely, Mr Jeon. Regarding our marriage contract, I will contact Namjoon to have it set up to both our conveniences. See you next session, Mr Jeon.” It’s a struggle to keep your voice professional when all you want to do is throw yourself into his arms.

Jeongguk nods, and this time when he leaves, you feel an unfamiliar pang of loss.

*

“Thank you for scheduling this for us on such a short notice,” your voice sounds overly emotional even to your own ears, but Namjoon only nods in response as he pushes the marriage papers towards you.

Jeongguk is sitting a seat away from you, and the three of you are sealed away in the privacy of your apartment.

“Most signings take place at the registry building, but you’re an exception.” Namjoon watches as the both of you flip through the thick stack of papers, signing multiple times on each page as required. Jeongguk shifts his seat and closes the distance between you, pretending to clarify doubts about a clause in the papers, but all you can feel is the heat from his steel thighs even through two layers of clothing. You don’t miss the cheeky, insinuating tone in his voice either. You’re pretty sure your face is heating up just from this physical contact, and you pray that Namjoon doesn’t catch on.

“As per Board rules, newly wed couples will be allowed an hour in complete privacy to consummate their marriage. Any other interaction following that will be monitored closely to ensure intimacy is kept at a minimum.” Namjoon’s voice is all matter-of-fact, and Jeongguk nods in thanks for the clarification, but your face heats up even further and you don’t understand how the two men remain so composed, as if they’re discussing something as inane as the weather.

Finally, the last page is signed, and you watch Namjoon gather up the papers with a sweep of his lithe fingers and slide them into his briefcase. Jeongguk follows him to the door, but before he leaves, Namjoon turns to him, “Be ready in an hour.”

Exhaling a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding, you approach Jeongguk and slide your arms around his waist, leaning your head between his shoulder blades.  The feel of his solid body is like nothing else and you relish the feeling of just being able to hold him like this.

But Namjoon’s instructions are weirdly phrased, and you can’t shake the odd feeling settling over you. “What did Namjoon mean? Be ready for what?” You have to tip toe to murmur the question into the shell of his ear, allowing the tip of your tongue to trace a path over it.

A shudder runs through Jeongguk’s body, and you feel the growl in his chest before you actually hear it. “Nothing, baby. Forget about it. I don’t want to hear another man’s name from your lips, only mine.”

The edge to his tone ignites a spark in your lower abdomen, and you find yourself rushing to comply. He turns around in your grasp and encircles his arms around your waist, burying his nose into the crook of your neck and sending a delicious tingle down your spine. His wet tongue laps at the sensitive flesh, sucking dark violet petals into the column of your neck, and you’re trying to keep abreast of all the pleasurable sensations, placing your hands on the broad expanse of his chest to halt him.

“Jeongguk, we can’t do this now, we have to run away.”

“You heard him didn’t you princess? According to the law, I’m allowed one hour to fuck you in any way I want. Give a man his hour yeah?”

Your resolve falters again when you feel the possessive grasp of his hands span the small circumference of your waist, and the way he makes you feel so feminine with his sudden display of dominance, another side of him you never knew existed. His hands roam southwards to smooth over the curve of your ass, and instinctively, you hop up into his arms, directing him toward your bedroom.

Jeongguk sets you down on the bed with a gentleness that doesn’t quite match the desire clouding his irises. He orders you to strip in a voice that makes liquid heat slam into the pit of your stomach, and your fingers fly to the hem of your shirt, tugging it over your head. His eyes are quick to take in every inch of your bare skin as it’s revealed, but they screech to a stop at the sight of your simple black satin bra. He’s practically drooling at the sight of your cleavage, and emboldened by his reaction, you push yourself off the bed and stand. Turning your back to him to pull off your jeans, you bend over just a little more than necessary and give him an eyeful of your emerald silk panties, thanking whatever gods up there that you picked this pair today of all days.

Aware of the sudden reverse in power dynamics, you straighten up again and face him, and the tent in his jeans has grown considerably after your little strip tease.

“Those jeans look a little tight, shall I give you a hand?” You don’t wait for his response as you drop to your knees and get to work on his belt buckle, working it open and getting to the zipper quickly. You chance a glance back up at him only to meet his gunmetal gray eyes darkened with lust, and he’s clenching his jaw so tightly that a muscle jumps in his cheek. Seeking to tease him further, you reach for the zipper with your teeth and drag it down, and Jeongguk rewards you with the most delicious moan.

“Stop teasing me princess,” he reaches for your hair with both hands and gathers it into a makeshift ponytail so that he’s granted a full view of your face. “Be a good girl and take my cock.”

Your hands glide up the bunched muscles of his inner thighs to the waistband of his underwear, pulling it down to reveal his erection, the head of him an angry red and already dripping with precum. You make sure to make eye contact with him before you dig your tongue into his slit with an open mouthed kiss, feeling his salty flavour spread on your palate and causing his hands to tighten in your hair.

The tugging on your hair intensifies as he drags you a little closer to him, desperate to feel the heat of your mouth. You oblige him and take his cock into your mouth, using your tongue to stroke the underside of his length teasingly as you shield your teeth. The sheer thickness of him makes your eyes water and your gag reflex activate itself, but his needy whine is enough to make you ignore it. Attempting to relax the muscles of your throat, you force your jaw open a little wider and swallow a few more inches of his member. Above you, Jeongguk is panting so hard as if he’s just completed a marathon, and he begins to thrust his hips a little, chasing after the warmth of your mouth.

With two hands on his hips, you push back and withdraw for a quick breath before sinking your mouth all the way down on him, until your nose is buried in the v of his abs. The head of his cock hits the back of your throat, and you instinctively swallow around his length. The noise Jeongguk makes above you causes a rush of wetness to soak your panties.

“Fuck your mouth is so fucking hot princess, who taught you to deepthroat like that?” The ache in your throat and the tingling pain from your scalp is nothing compared to the praise Jeongguk showers you with. The sight of you on your knees for him, mouth wrapped tightly around his pulsating cock draws him to the edge a little too quickly, and just as you’re about to swallow around his length again, he yanks you off his cock with a lewd pop.

“As much as I enjoyed that, I’d much rather cum inside you.” His filthy words are like an aphrodisiac, and the buzz in your veins is enough to leave you lightheaded as he pushes you back on the bed, kicking his underwear and jeans off in the process. His fingers dance over the hem of your panties, but his eyes are drawn to the dark spot of your arousal. He tugs the emerald garment over your hips and you automatically spread your legs for him, too far gone for any semblance of modesty now.

“Jeongguk please,” you gasp out, desperate for some friction against your heated core, arching your hips up towards him.

“Patience, princess. Time for me to return the favour.” With that, he presses a well-aimed lick that sends electricity surging through every inch of your body, and you buck up into his tongue with a wail. He concentrates his efforts on your sensitive bud, and the stimulation of his rough tongue flat against your clit leaves you boneless. With two fingers of one hand, he spreads your lips apart, drawing tight circles around your clit with the tip of his tongue and burying another two fingers into your wet heat. You clench involuntarily against the intrusion of his fingers, and he moans against your clit, the vibrations causing you to buck your hips up for more.

The talented strumming of his fingers inside you paired with his relentless attack on your clit hurtles you towards the edge at a breakneck pace. Your incoherent moans fill the air as you beg him not to stop, and he smirks against your core, twisting his fingers to brush against your sweet spot. Your broken wail only encourages him to suck on your clit harder, and a few strokes of his fingers against that spot is all it takes for the bubble of tension in your abdomen to burst, and your toes are curling in bliss.

Jeongguk thrusts his fingers to help you ride out your high, and when the pleasure ebbs into a distant hum, he withdraws his fingers to suck them clean of your arousal. You watch him with a heated gaze as he licks every inch of his fingers, until your eyes drop to his still hard cock, and your mouth waters at the thought of feeling his entire length inside you.

“Jeongguk, I want to feel you inside me. Now.” Your raspy voice catches his attention at once, and the feral gleam in his eyes sends chills down your spine; he looks ravenous enough to devour you whole.

He crawls over to cover your body with his, and you can feel the heat of his steely length against your inner thigh. Jeongguk is peppering kisses from your belly all the way up your torso, and growls when he’s restricted access to your breasts by your bra.

“Why are you still wearing this?” With a hand looped around your waist, he lifts you up and undoes the hook of your bra with the other, and you’re wondering how he’s such an expert at taking bras off when he latches his mouth onto the peak of your nipple and you’re barred from any more coherent thought. The blazing heat in your stomach is reignited and you whine when he switches his attention to the other neglected bud, wondering how he’s so collected even after spending close to an hour in arousal.

He knows exactly what you want, but the damn jerk reaches down to fondle your clit instead. “What do you want baby? Use your words, I want to hear you beg.”

You’re too far gone to put up a fight with him now, and your breaths are coming out in harsh pants. “I want you Jeongguk.”

“Want me where princess? You’ll have to be more specific.” His fingers leave your clit and instead you feel the head of his cock as he rubs it along your slit teasingly; so near yet so far.

You growl in frustration, dignity be damned. “Please fuck me, I need to feel your cock so deep inside me-”

His sharp thrust buries him to the hilt inside you and knocks the breath out of you. The walls of your pussy are clenching around him so tightly that he stills above you, and a litany of curses spill into the crook of your neck.

“Fuck you’re so tight and wet, I won’t last long baby.” Jeongguk straightens up and grabs your ankles, placing them on his shoulders so that he slides in that much deeper. The thickness of his length stretches you out so perfectly at this angle, and filled to the brim with his cock, you can’t help but clench around him, trying to draw him in deeper. His thumb brushes your cheek in a particularly tender gesture as he pistons his hips slowly.

“You okay, ___?”

“Yes, fuck, please Jeongguk harder, I need to cum so badly.”

With his hands positioned at the backs of your thighs to keep you in place, Jeongguk snaps his hips, fucking into you so deep that the mix of pleasure and pain threatens to overwhelm. With each thrust, he pounds your pussy so hard that you can’t help but half sob, half moan his name as you hold on to his biceps in an attempt to ground yourself. You can already feel bruises of indigo and violet starting to form on the backs of your thighs from his steel grip, but the feeling of his cock so deep triumphs all other sensation.

Thanks to his talented tongue earlier, your second orgasm approaches quickly, and you can feel him throbbing inside you as he races towards his, the force of his thrusts making you dizzy. Jeongguk’s fluid hips manage just a few more hard thrusts before the fluttering walls of your cunt prove to be too much and he spills ropes of white hot cum inside you, flooding you with his seed.

The feeling of him cumming inside you, the hot splash of cum that feels like fire in your pussy sends you over the edge as well, and you join him as bliss takes over all of your senses and he collapses against you, boneless.

You’re just barely regaining control of your breathing when an impatient knock sounds at the door. It escalates into a pounding, but neither you nor Jeongguk have the energy to answer it right now. He rolls off you with a groan, causing him to slip out of you and you miss the feeling of being so full. He pulls you into his arms, tossing the covers over the both of you. You relish the feeling of his cum dribbling down your inner thigh, concrete evidence of just how good in bed Jeon Jeongguk is.

But the insistent pounding is getting on your nerves. “Who the hell could that be? It better not be fucking Namjoon or else I’m gonna murder him.”

Jeongguk only chuckles and buries his nose into your hair, and all your irritation evaporates at once. “Just ignore it baby, they’ll know what to do.”

You’re just about to snuggle down into the safety of his arms when you hear the front door fling open, and less than a second later; the privacy of your bedroom is invaded by a group of men dressed in black.

You sit up immediately, arms crossed to ensure that the sheet covers you properly. “What the fuck? Namjoon? And T-Taehyung? Kim Taehyung? And Park Jimin?”

You recognize your former patient behind Namjoon, and next to him Jeongguk’s fellow defective Park Jimin, but the mint haired boy, tall blonde, and another brunette are total strangers to you. Beside you, Jeongguk only lets out a sleepy little yawn, not panicked in the least. He scrunches his nose at the intruders and buries his face into your soft belly.

“Guys give us a break, we just got married. Can you come back later or something?”

“Fuck you Jeongguk. Do you think this is a game?” The mint haired boy certainly doesn’t seem very intimidating at first glance, with his small and slender figure, but the tone of his voice tells you that you don’t want to end up on his wrong side, ever. He seems ready to reach across the bed and yank Jeongguk from your side, but Namjoon stills him with a hand on his shoulder.

“Wait, what the fuck is going on here? Namjoon, do you know these people? Are they from your department?”

Namjoon turns to you with a strange look in his eyes, one that you’ve never seen from him before. It takes you a second to realize that it’s the same look you get from all your patients.

“This is Bangtan, and we are the rebellion.”


A/N: Thank you for reading all the way!! I quoted a few lines from Charles Dickens’s Hard Times (props to those who can find it!!!), result of too much studying for finals lmao. I was also highly inspired by the movies The Island and Equals, they’re really great so go check them out if you have time!!! 

Once again feedback is highly welcome <3

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WE: An honest  WIP review (that probably says more about me than the book)

As a natural cynic, “coper” and self-help avoider, my first perusal of WE was less than satisfying. Dipping in and out I saw words like “miracle” and “sacred vessel” that made me want to run screaming back to my comfort zone. Skimming the surface, I couldn’t see the feminist fighting spirit I’d hoped for and I seriously considered pretending I’d never received a reading copy, enjoying the events I had committed to attend, and then shoving it to the back of my bookshelf. And then I landed on the page that summarises the book’s nine principles. Acceptance… Kindness… Humility… principles that I had definitely not embraced as I approached writing this review.

I began reading this book not as someone hoping to transform their life, but as a pessimistic publishing professional with an interest in Gillian Anderson who figured they’d give it a go. And so, I had not really read it. I’d perused it through the trappings of my ego and expectations, and as early reviews began to trickle in I began to suspect that in doing so, I had entirely missed the point.

So I started again. 

I forced myself into the unnatural position of someone who might gravitate naturally to this type of book, left my preconceptions at the title page and tried to read with an open mind. And what I found, once I pushed myself past the occasional word that set off my “woo-woo” alarm, was rather more interesting, impactful, and considerably more inconvenient than what I’d expected.

I would like to add a caveat before I get into my thoughts, addressing the elephant in the subtitle… because this is not a manifesto, or at least not in the sense one would expect as a regular reader of modern feminist publications. In fact, the final section explains as much. If you go into this expecting a feminist rallying cry, you will likely walk away disappointed and that would be a shame. What this book is, is a call to women to take care of themselves, support one another, and some good advice on how to go about doing that. While self-care is an inherently political act, reading WE through the lens of politics is setting it up to fail.

Read it instead as you, the you that exists for those precious few moments in a day (if you’re lucky) when the world is shut out, the makeup is off and there’s a moment for reflection. Read all the words, even the ones that make you cringe a little, because they come from a positive place. Under all the motivating quotes, the structure of a “guide” and the language of self-help is a very simple intention; a couple of women, average in some ways and exceptional in others, who have survived their lives so far and then taken the time to think through and write down how they’ve stayed afloat in order to pass it on.

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anonymous asked:

How bout a slightly bloated and nauseous Damian getting stomach rubs and back pats from one of his mates to help him burp but ends up getting sick? Ahhh I love u and ur writing u have no idea!!! 💕💕

A/N: So! I’ve had this prompt sitting in my inbox for quite some time now, and as @its-a-goddamn-heartbreak and I were chatting about the end of Damian’s Coeliac Saga, this prompt came to mind, so I am dubbing it the epilogue as it’s set when they’re at university!! Thanks anon for the compliment - I hope you enjoy!! 😊😊

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Pfffft!” Damian collapsed heavily onto the low sofa in their flat kitchen, resting his head back briefly with his eyes closed.

“Alright?” Cain asked, raising his head from the doodle that he’d been staring at while he ate his dinner. “How was your medic’s function?”

“Long…” Damian muttered, shifting around on the sofa as though trying to get comfortable. “And full of pompous prats floating through on daddy’s money.”

 “Oh dear, not worth going to then?” Cain suggested and Damian made a non-committal noise in this throat. “Where are Aleks and Zara?”

“Zara was too busy drinking – free wine…” Damian mumbled, rubbing his hands across his face. “And Aleks went – to meet Murray.” Cain looked across at his friend it was unusual for him to be so quiet, and the pauses in his speech pattern only made it more noticeable.

“Are you alright?” Cain asked, placing his pencil down from his doodle that had spread across his A4 sheet.

“Mmmmm…” Damian hummed, wriggling around on the sofa. “Brrrrraaaaaauuuuuurrrrp!” Damian covered his mouth as a deep belch rolled out of him.

“I’m gonna take that as a no…” Cain said, rising from his place at the table and crossing to sit on the sofa next to Damian, who was still shifting in discomfort around the sofa. “What’s wrong?”

“Aah – oh – I’m sorry…” Damian forced out, one of his hands moving to his stomach as his face screwed up in pain. “Oh!”

“Damian?” Cain put his hand to Damian’s shoulder as his friend suddenly curled forward, both of his arms wrapping protectively around his abdomen. “Okay, Damian, you need to talk to me otherwise I’m going to call an ambulance.” Concern was bubbling through Cain as Damian let out a low moan as he shook his head.

“I think…” Damian started to force out, and Cain could hear his teeth grinding as he fought against the pain. “Oh God… I’ve eaten something – with wheat.”

Understanding flourished through Cain as Damian rocked back and forth, trying to soothe the cramp in his stomach.

“Oh no!” He exclaimed, but couldn’t help but feel slightly relieved that it wasn’t something more serious. “What can I do to help?”

“There’s… There’s a hot water bottle in my room,” Damian groaned, “can you get it – for me?”

“Of course,” Cain nodded instantly, springing up from the sofa. “I’ll only be a moment.” Cain practically sprinted through to Damian’s bedroom, and grabbing the hot water bottle he ran back. “I’ll fill it up… Can I get you anything else? Would painkillers help?”

“N – no…” Damian shook his head, still rocking a little restlessly. “They don’t work when it’s this…”

“Oh okay…” Cain was pouring boiling water into the bottle from the kettle; he felt rather helpless. Damian seemed to be in so much pain, but there was absolutely nothing he could do to help. “Here…” He fastened the lid on the hot water bottle and carried it over to Damian, who accepted it like a lifeline.

“Thanks,” he murmured, clutching the bottle to his stomach.

“Maybe you’d feel better if you lied down?” Cain suggested, indicating the length of the sofa, but Damian shook his head again. 

“Being upright helps more…” He replied, leaning back and drawing his left leg up so it was bent close to him. “Sorry Cain.”

“It’s not a problem,” Cain gushed, “I just want to do anything to help.”

“Will… you sit with me?” Damian asked. “Tell me about your day.”

“Um well…” Cain tried to think of something other than the fact his friend was writhing in pain. “I’ve got an assignment to create an environmentally friendly structure at low cost that people could reside in permanently.”

“Yeah? So what you – thinking?” There was a long enough pause between Damian’s words for Cain to know how difficult he was trying.

“I was trying to figure out if I could do a sustainable treehouse,” Cain answered, struggling not to reach out and physically comfort his friend.

“Treehouse – sounds great,” Damian nodded, one of his hands rubbing at his chest., A tight build up of pressure in his stomach made him feel like he needed to burp, but every time he tried the air snagged in his throat and wouldn’t bring any relief. “Urgh…”

“Oh Damian,” Cain grimaced on his behalf. “Are you sure I can’t do anything more to help?”

“I feel like – ugh – I need to burp but I can’t…” Damian said honestly, pressing harder into his stomach.

“Do you want me to rub your stomach for you?” Cain offered and Damian stared across at him, his eyes wide – and for a second he looked like a little kid. “Your mum used to do that for you, didn’t she?”

“Yeah…” Damian’s voice had gone weak, and his face was pale from the stress of the pain. “Would – would you do that?”

“Of course, here…” Cain gently encouraged Damian to rest his head back against the sofa, then peeled away the hot water bottle that was held to his skin. “Just let me know if you’re uncomfortable.”

Mmmhmm…” Damian had closed his eyes and appeared to be fighting against the pale. Cain was cautious as he pulled up the t-shirt Damian was wearing, revealing the flesh of his abdomen, and he very gently placed his fingertips onto Damian’s stomach and began to rub a light circle. Cain could hear Damian letting out slow and controlled breaths through his mouth.

“Is that okay?” Cain questioned, anxious not to cause any more pain.

“Yeah…” Damian mumbled. “I’m sorry – I should have been more careful.”

“Don’t be silly Damian,” Cain replied. “You wouldn’t have knowingly done this to yourself!” Damian was rubbing his own chest again, Cain was concerned by how much discomfort Damian was in. “Are you still feeling like you need to burp?”

“Yeah…” Damian nodded, opening his eyes to look at Cain. “I feel like all the air’s trapped in here.” He pointed to his upper stomach and screwed his face up once more; under the palm of Cain’s hand he felt Damian’s muscles tense as a cramp wracked through him. “Mmmmmmnn…”

“Let me try help,” Cain said nervously, moving his hand further up Damian’s abdomen, and putting more pressure into his skin. “Is that pressure okay?”

Brrruurp!” A short belch burst past Damian’s lips, and his cheeks went a little pink as he mumbled: “Excuse me.”

“Did that help?” Cain withdrew his hand quickly, afraid that he’d hurt Damian; but Damian’s hand shot out and grabbed Cain’s wrist.

“Please keep doing that – it really helps,” he asked pleadingly.

With that permission, Cain put his hand back on to Damian’s abdomen and started to massage up and down its length. As Cain kneaded his fingers he could feel the bloat in Damian’s flesh, and as he pressed further he could almost feel the air moving about in his gut.

Brrrrrrrrrppp!” The deep belch forced out and Damian shifted around on the sofa. “Urgh, this really hurts.”

“Is it not getting any better?” Cain questioned as Damian let out another uncomfortable groan; Damian shook his head.

“I feel like – my stomach’s expanding…” He explained. “God I can’t believe I used to deal with this every day!”

“It’s just a slip up, once it’s out of your system you’ll be back to normal,” Cain told him reassuringly.

“I know, I just-” Damian doubled forward again. “I feel so bloated.” Damian looked thoroughly miserable. Cain frowned, trying to think of any other he could help – he had an idea, but wasn’t sure whether Damian would be happy to try. “I’d do anything to get rid of this – urghh…”

“Really?” Cain asked, looking at him intensely.

“Yeah!” He nodded instantly.

“Come here,” Cain began to manoeuvre Damian up from leaning on the back of the sofa. “I’ve got an idea that might help…”

“Okay,” Damian shuffled forward to the edge of the sofa.

“You’re gonna put your head on my shoulder,” Cain told him, feeling a little apprehensive about what he was going to do, “Like you’re giving me a hug.”

“Okay,” he moved so his chin was resting on Cain’s left shoulder and Cain wrapped his arms around his best friend – holding him steady with one arm and using the other to rub his hand up and down Damian’s back.

“I used to do this to Jethro and Zachariah when they were little and needed to burp,” Cain said nervously, giving gentle pats into the mid section of Damian’s back.

Baaauuuuurrrp!” Almost instantly Cain felt Damian’s back move slightly as a deep belch rolled out of him, coaxed by Cain’s ministrations. “Oh that felt good… Keep going, please…” Cain smiled slightly, feeling Damian relax into him more as he moved his hand all over Damian’s back. “Buuuhhhrrp!”

“That’s it,” he encouraged, running his hand up more firmly and feeling Damian’s spine. “Is this helping?”

“Yes,” Damian confirmed; Cain’s hands felt like they were magic, every time they ran up and down his back he felt like another pocket of air was dislodged and pushed up, like squeezing toothpaste out of a tube. “If I’d known you were so good I’d’ve come to you before I was diagnosed…”

“As long as it’s helping you now,” Cain said, glad that the laboured sounding breaths had died down and Damian no longer seemed to be experiencing such strong cramps.

Brrraaaaaap!” After this burp, Damian let out a little sound of pleasure and seemed to nestle his head further into Cain’s shoulder. 

“You tell me when you want to stop,” Cain muttered quietly, beginning the gentle patting motions again.

“Mmhmm… buuuup!” Damian said, “I will.”

Cain continued rubbing and patting Damian’s back, hearing occasional burps from him. After a while Cain wondered if Damian was beginning to fall asleep as his weight grew heavier, but, following Damian’s instructions, he kept going.

Buuuuuuuurrr –“ Damian’s shoulders jerked suddenly as an unexpectedly deep belch came from him, “huuuuuuurrrrrk!”

Damian’s entire body tensed instantly, but it took Cain an extra second to understand why. He became aware of a warm wet sensation down the left side of his back, he could hear a gentle dripping sound, and Damian seemed to be trembling suddenly.

“Damian…?” Cain started slowly.

“Mmmmmm…” Damian let out a small whimper.

“Did you just puke on me?” Damian drew back, away from Cain’s shoulder, his hands shot up to cover the bottom of his face. His eyes were wide with horror as he nodded slowly.

“I’m so sorry!” He whispered, sounding absolutely horrified with himself. “I didn’t – god – I’m so sorry!”

“Do you feel better now?” Cain asked, working very hard to keep his voice calm and measured, even though he could feel the dampness seeping through the back of his t-shirt. Damian nodded, not removing his hands from his face.

“God, I didn’t know that would happen!” Damian’s pale cheeks were rapidly turning scarlet. “I’m so sorry!”

“Damian,” Cain held his hand up to stop his gushing apologies, “I have four younger brothers – do you really think I’ve not been puked on before?”

“No, I – oh, I’m sorry!” Damian apologised once more, lowering his hands from his face; Cain reached out and fastened his grip on Damian’s upper arms.

“Do you feel better now that’s out?” Cain questioned directly.

“Yes,” Damian confirmed.

“Right, well stop apologising! I’m just glad you feel okay,” Cain told him.

“You sure?” Damian mumbled, staring into Cain’s face like he was looking for any indication that Cain was lying.

“Positive!” Cain assured, and Damian relaxed slightly. “And if you don’t mind, I’m gonna go change my shirt…”

anonymous asked:

I am surprised by how defeatist some people are being. I mean that was a positive scene in reference to Olicity and cute to boot. Also remember we just need Olicity to "officially" reunite (they already had the big talk) the actual reunion can be as fast as it was in 3x23. TVLine's sweeps scorecard even added more spots to their couples reuniting section. The total is now 11 with 4 blank spots left, one is for Olicity, I can guarantee it! So just enjoy the cute, & flirty Olicity ride.

That scene with Curtis was there for a reason. They wouldn’t have that sexual (and romantic) tension between Olicity brought up if they intended to ignore it. This is the last two eps of the season, they’re not going to waste much time on anything that doesn’t serve a purpose. 

I know everyone wants to see the reunion more drawn out and I can’t argue with that. I’d love to see more conversations between them, just them… I’d love to see some reunion sex. I’d love to see a lot more than I know we’ll get. But I can’t escape the fact that 5x20 was there to give us what they couldn’t give us later. It does remind me of season 3, actually. I recall them saying at the time they had the love scene in 3x20 because they knew there wouldn’t be time for one at the end of the season. And I’m still frustrated by how quickly things were resolved (and without a kiss!) in 3x23. 

But I do feel we will get a kiss this time. It just likely won’t happen until 5x23. And I expect a good deal of fans will be frustrated. I do think we deserve a little more, considering how long we needed to remain patient and the awful stuff they put us shippers through (Snoozan anyone?). But… it is what it is. And getting upset about it now won’t solve it. 

I think we’ll need to rely on those lovely people who provide us with fanfiction to fill in the cracks that we’re undoubtedly going to be left with. 

John Paul, interviewed by John Bonham’s brother: Mick Bonham.
From Mick Bonham’s book

Mick Bonham: Well John, tell me your version of how it all started.

John Paul : I rang Jimmy when I read he was going to form a new band, because I was doing sessions at the time, and I asked him if he needed a bass player. He told me he was going up to Birmingham to see a singer who knows a drummer and that we might have a band by the time he gets back.

When he got back he rang me to say that John was playing with Tim Rose, and at that time, I think, he was making either £100 a week; or was it £40? Anyway, could we top it? John didn’t really want to leave Rosy because he thought it was steady work so it took a lot of time and trouble to get him to leave.

The first time I ever met John was in a tiny basement room we had rented in Lyle Street. We just had loads of amps and speaker cabs there that had been begged, borrowed or stolen and it was literally, ‘This is Robert, this is John’
‘How do you do? What shall we do now?’
‘What do you know?’
I said I’d been playing sessions and knew nothing at all so Jimmy just said, “Well I don’t know, do you know any Yardbirds songs?” And we went with ‘Train Keep A Rollin’ in E, and he counted us in and there was like this instant explosion and an instant recognition that this would be a really good outfit to be with.

The first thing to strike me about Bonzo was his confidence, and you know he was a real cocky bugger in those days. Still, you have to be to play like that. I t was great, instant concentration. He wasn’t showing off, but was just aware of what he could do. He was just rock solid.
John was rock solid and because drummers and bass players have to work so closely together you soon get to recognise each other’s ability. You soon know if you’ve got a duffer onboard.

When you’re young and come up through the bands you know immediately, well he’s not up to much or my God, I can’t work with this bloke. With Bonzo and I, we just listened to each other rather than look at each other and we knew immediately because we were so solid. From the first count in we were absolutely together.

I must have still been doing some arrangements or had some other commitments left over because, after a short break at rehearsal at Jimmy’s house by the river in Pangbourne, I had to go back and finish off a PJ Proby record which I had already done the arrangements for. So to keep the coffers full (because no one was earning any money), I booked all of us onto the session. I told them, “You know Jimmy and I have this great new drummer you ought to have”, and I even got Percy in on tambourine just so he wouldn’t feel left out. So our first professional engagement was that PJ Proby record.

We knew straight away it was going to be good and we would become a great rhythm section. Plus John wasn’t influenced by other rock bands. Neither of us really listened to other rock bands. Maybe John did a bit with the Brum bands and he liked The Beatles, but he was more into soul music and loved songs. Funnily enough, I was at the hairdressers this morning when one of the old Delphonics songs came on the radio and I thought of him, as it was a song he used to like. Actually all the best drummers listen to the lyrics, believe it or not, and he always listened to the lyrics. Bonzo would play Beatles songs and many other songs and sing and play drums because all the phrasing has to do with the lyrics. If you ever need to know the words to a song ask the drummer. We also had a love for James Brown and soul music in general. I don’t really like rock drummers because they’re all a but ‘tippy tappy’ with nothing really ‘booty’ underneath and no real understanding of what James Brown called ‘The One’. Bonzo did.”

How to make your own Veronica Sawyer shoes (with pictures)

so a while ago is-cloudy-my-new-clear (who runs heathersthemusicalcostumes) asked me on my personal blog to show the world how I made my Veronica shoes. I decided to use this blog for this tutorial even though it’s not designed for so it can do something other than being a complete pain in my ass. Yay!

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a masterpost solely dedicated to notes part 2: actual types of notes

Heyooo everyone!

I am back with part 2 of this masterpost series yaaayy so let’s gooo notes are waitiiiing

Check out part 1!

There are so many types of notes and methods how to take them and I’m not gonna lie, covering all of them would be impossible, especially when most of these types are not known cause human everyone is different and has different needs and do stuff differently yaaay I love differences wait how did i get here *looks around in confusion* Anyway, I’ll make a deal with you here ‘kay? I’ll sum up the types that are mostly used in terms of  how you do it and for which subjects and I might add some personal experience with the type and if you have your own kinda method or like something that you do, please do send me asks and messages and reply to this post and tell me more about what you do! I think it would be really interesting to compile all of your methods in a big post afterwards! So please please??

Anyway let’s start~~

MIND-MAPPING

This is a method which is used mostly by visual learners. Basically you write your main idea/topic in the center and then make kinda branches from it to expand it and add other subtopics and ideas, of course with using as much color as possible. Mind-mapping is an awesome technique for connecting ideas - you can do this to get a better understanding of the links between the topics you have. I’m not a big fan of mind-mapping, since it unfortunately looks like a mess to me, but I do use it and that’s when I write essays. I put the topic in the middle and think of ideas/arguments that I can use in the essay. It’s cool cause it doesn’t get as messy as if I was writing actual notes and also, I can see how many ideas I got and what I want to cover in my essay. Anyway you can use mind-maps in biology, chemistry, but also like almost anything else :D

FLASHCARDS

Flashcards are the key to mastering vocabulary. Like legit. You put the word on one side, turn the card and put the definition and examples on the other side. Easy as it is. Actually, you can use it to summarize topics, too, which is awesome and you can quiz yourself by reading the term and then explaining it and things like that. I don’t use flashcards that often, but they really helped me a long time ago, when I took a law class and it was full of weird words :D so this method is useful in any subject which uses terms - biology, law, languages (I was learning kanji with flashcards), physics, history… anything really

WORD-DEFINITON

This is a notebook version of the flashcards system and it’s done like this: you take a smaller notebook and on the left page, you write your term and on the right page, you explain it. Easy. Or you can also take a bigger notebook and split the page into two columns and do the same thing – in the left one you write your term and in the right one you explain it.

OUTLINE METHOD

This one is the easiest thing you can do. You take a piece of paper (or a notebook) and a pen, write a heading, make a bullet point and just write. That’s it guys that’s everything. Actually not really, because you can make subheadings! And extra types of bullet points and lists and everything! And not only is this the easiest method, it’s also the most effective one. You can use it in any subject and it’s just really fast to write your notes. I actually use some kind of an outline method with additional things like adding a column for more stuff and textbook notes etc. and tbh after trying the cornell method I can say that I prefer this one better and I’m going to tell you more about why when I talk about the cornell method.

CORNELL METHOD

Here it is, the famous cornell notetaking method! What you do is that you basically split your page into three sections - a column on the left for questions, topics and subheadings, a section at the bottom of the page for the summary and a section in the middle (basically what is left of the page) for your actual notes. And here it gets creative. 

You can write your notes either in a format of question-answer, so you put the question in the left column and the answer in the notes section. That means you write in sentences and if you remember what I said in part 1 of this masterpost series, please do this only when revising at home.

You can also write your notes in bullet points, which means you can actually use this at school. Then you write your topics/vocab in the left column.

And now let’s focus on the summary section. This is basically the reason I stopped using the cornell method. The summary section is cool when your topic perfectly fits in one page. But when your topic is on ten pages and you kinda have to summarize every single one, it gets first of all annoying (at least for me) and secondly, I just get confused about how should I summarize it? Should I sum up every single page or can I just mix it? But wait can I write about a completely different thing on this page?

Basically, I got confused and omitted the summary section and kept the column on the left for like additional notes from my teachers. But then I took away the column, too, and that was simply because the outline was enough for all of my subjects (almost, except for czech, i was just lazy hahaha rip me) and most of my professors don’t say additional stuff so… that’s how I ended exactly where I began :D

That’s everything for this part! Make sure to reply/send messages and asks with how you take notes, I’m really looking forward to those and I’ll be making a post from these!

PART 1: GENERAL STUFF YOU SHOULD KNOW

PART 3: PAPER VS. LAPTOP? MATCH START! (coming soon)

Other masterposts by meee~~

Study tips masterpost

How to bullet journal masterpost

Study methods

How to kickstart your new semester

Service with a Smile

Steve Rogers, Peggy Carter

Peggy finds herself working as a waitress to make ends meet, but it’s not all bad.  She has one regular in particular that makes the job more fun…until he shows up with his girlfriend.

Modern AU because I saw this post earlier and lost my mind.

“Two dollar tip on a sixty-five dollar check, how’s that for gratitude?” Angie complained, pulling a new order off her pad viciously.  “I swear, some days, it’s just not worth it to tie on the apron.”

“Only some?” Peggy asked, picking up her own pad and slipping it into her pocket. “I thought we’d come to the conclusion that people are awful on any day that ends in ‘y’.”

“True,” Angie said.  “One day, Peg, you and me, we’re going to be bigger than all this.  I’ll make it big on Broadway and you’ll be a private investigator that makes crooked politicians shake in their boots, you watch.  Then this’ll just be a bad memory.”

“Suppose,” Peggy sighed, thinking longingly of the nice apartment she’d had—with it’s amazing bathtub—before the insurance company had laid her off and ruined everything.  No one ever really considered the life of a claims investigator as a glamorous one, but she’d been happy with it.  “I’d prefer it not have been a memory at all.”

“Yeah, can’t blame you for that.  Still, it’s not all bad.  Your regular just showed up.”

Peggy stiffened, and inexplicable warmth coming to her face, and Angie tapped her on the arm with her order pad as she passed.  Peggy glanced into the tiny mirror on the wall and smoothed down her hair, then took a deep breath and left the server’s station.  She paused when she caught sight of his profile, looking at the menu like he was going to be ordering anything other than a burger with the works, extra fries, and apple pie for dessert.

For nearly two months now, Steve had been coming to the diner for dinner every Tuesday around six, and Peggy didn’t want to admit how much she’d started watching the clock for that bright spot in her shift.  He was…well, very attractive, for one, with his broad shoulders and bright blue eyes, but there was more than that, almost immediately.  Something in his easy smile and hesitant jokes, the way he always asked how her day was going and actually seemed to care about her answer, the fact that he could always tell when she was lying about it being fine.

The fact that he never failed to sit in her section.  They’d been bizarrely busy during his third visit, and her section had been full…so he’d waited, pulling out a sketchbook and doodling for nearly half an hour until a table opened up.  He’d left a folded piece of paper with his more than usually generous tip, a sketch of a flower, with a note wishing her a nice night.

But he still wouldn’t ask her out.  And Peggy had no illusions about gender roles in that sort of thing, she knew very well that she could do it, but…there was something slightly…unsettling about asking out a man she was waiting on at work.  It was one thing to meet at a cocktail party in Manhattan, but another to ask a man to dinner while she was handing him his check and picking up tips.

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Family time

Requested by: @luceromma4403
Pairings: Reader x Roman Reigns x Jojo
Warnings: Fluffy
Summary: Reader and husband Roman Reigns get a day off, so they decided to take Jojo to Disney World.

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You and your husband were both WWE superstars who barley got anytime off.There was a lot of traveling and a lot of being away from home, which was hard for both of you because you had a daughter at home.Now Jojo wasn’t your biological daughter, but she was still your daughter regardless, she even called you mommy.

You and Roman finally had a day off and decided to make the most of it.You lived in Florida, so what better way to spend the day then at Disney World. It was going to be perfect, just you, Roman, and Joelle.

“Do you want to tell her or should I?”
“You go ahead.”
“Okay.”

You made your way into Joelle’s room and sat beside her on the bed.She was still sleeping.You caressed her hair making her move a little bit.

“Jojo, baby it’s time to wake up.”

Her eyes began to flutter open and you could hear Roman walking up the hall, into the door way.She yawned and rubbed her eyes, finally waking up completely.

“Good morning mommy.”
“Good morning princess.”

She look over and saw her Roman in the corner of the room and started to get suspicious.

“What’s wrong?”

You chuckled and brought her into your lap.

“Nothing…me and daddy just have some exciting news.”
“What is it, ooo is it a puppy?”
“No it’s better than a puppy”

She started to get antsy, which made you and Roman chuckle.She was so cute.

“What is it daddy?”

Roman just smiled at her and made and ‘I don’t know face’, which annoyed her, so she looked back to your for answers.

“Okay, okay, okay, okay…WERE GOING TO DISNEY WORLD!!!“

Her faced lit up with the biggest smile you’ve ever seen.She jumped up and gave you a huge bear hug.

“THANK YOU MOMMY, THANK YOU SO SO SO MUCH!”

you barley managed to get out an your welcome before she flew out of your arms and into Roman’s.

“THANK YOU DADDY.THANK YOU.THANK YOU.THANK YOU”, she said while kissing his face all over.
“Anything for my princess.”

He put her down and she ran to her bed, jumping on it, yelling “I’m going to Disney world” over and over.

“Okay, now time to get ready”
“Okay daddy.”

You and Roman left the room while Jojo got in the shower.You two had already got ready, so you packed while she was in the shower.

“Hey babe, did you pack any ponchos?”
“No, we don’t need any.”

You turned and to look at your husband, glaring at him.

“What if it rains?”
“It won’t rain.”
“And if it does?”
“Okay fine I’ll get some.”

You smiled and kissed him on the cheek as you walked past him.

“Jojo, baby you ready?”
“Ya, here I come I just need to put my ears on.”

She came running down the steps dressed in her full Minnie Mouse costume.Her long curls were down and she had her Minnie Mouse headband in with a Red polka-dot bow.

“You look absolutely beautiful, Jojo.”

She smiled and flip her hair, as if telling you I know.She was just so sassy and confident, you loved that about her.

“Alright Jojo, go get in the car.”
“Okay, daddy.”

She grabbed your hand and started running out the front door.You opened the backdoor for her and made sure her self belt was tight enough, then got in the car your self waiting for Roman.Joelle rolled down her window and stuck her head out.

“Come on daddy, were ready to go.”

Roman walked out side with his hands up above his head.

“Okay, okay I’m coming just let me lock up the house before we leave.”
“Hey mommy, can we listen to my princess CD?”
“Ya, of course.”

You put in her CD, which had every single song from all Disney princess movies on it.
Roman got into the car and his head fell back against the seat with a sigh when he heard the music.

“Were listing to this the whole way aren’t we?”

Jojo smiled and said “yep.” Roman looked at you shaking his head.You just smiled at him and gave him a quick peck on the lips, then turned to jojo and yelled…

“WERE ON OUR WAY TO DISNEY WORLD!”

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Joelle’s face lit up the moment she saw the Magic Kingdom from a couple of miles away.She was so excited that she could barley sit still.When you all held hands and walked to the get your bags checked and got to the park.There were two ways to get there a, ferry boat or shuttle.Jojo wanted to take the boat.You asked someone to take pictures of you all on the boat, you all looked like a perfect family.

Once you got to the park the first thing you saw was all the gift shops and a there were some of the Disney characters taking pictures with everyone.The first thing you all did was meet all the Disney characters that were in that area of the park and then you visited all the gift shops.You and Jojo got necklaces made with all of your names on it and put it on.You all made your way onto Main street and Mickey and Minnie were there.

“Look it’s Mickey and Minnie, we have to go get our pictures made.”

She grabbed your hands and dragged us both over to them. Jojo got her picture made with them, then we made our way to the front of the castle.You got someone to take pictures of you all.You took a bunch of them in front of the castle. You took one of Roman holding Jojo and you both kissing her cheeks, one of just Jojo ,and one one of just You and Roman.Then you all made your way into the castle, where you had lunch with Cinderella.After you left the castle, behind it was the carousel, gift shops, and so more princess themed hangouts.

You bought Joelle some toys, met the princess that were there and then started going towards the next section off the park.

“Okay I don’t know about you guys but I’m ready to ride some rides.”
“Me to, how bout it Jojo you ready to ride some rides?”
“YA!”

You and Roman had got the FastPass+ passes to skip the lines, so you got threw the rides pretty quickly. It was getting dark and you Guys had made it threw the whole park. Meet every character, rode every ride, not to mention Jojo practically had a new toy box full of toys to bring home.You made you way back to main street and just in time too.They were clearing the road for the light parade.You got Jojo one of the balloons that glowed with a Mickey mouse silhouette inside, and luckily they had a plastic outer casing so they would last for a while.You all found a spot to watch the parade and got cozy, well as cozy as you could with a bunch of strangers crowding around you.

The parade was beautiful.Every single float was covered in led lights.Jojo was so happy.Her face was as lit up as the floats, she kept turning around and tapping on you and Roman to look, and kept thanking you for bringing her here.It truly was magical.

After the parade it was time for the fire works.Everyone was finding a place to sit down to watch them.You were so glad you had packed a blanket for you a to sit on.You all got lucky, there was a spot in front of the Walt Disney fountain , and you all ran to it before anyone else got it.You laid out the blanket and Roman sat down leaning against the fountain.You sat beside him, head on his shoulders and Jojo in both of your laps.The fire works started and your eyes lit up just as much as Jojo’s. The air was filled with OOS and AHS, it was amazing.

“There so beautiful.”
“So are you.”

You turned to look at your husband, blushing hardcore. After being together for 5 years, he still makes you feel like the only girl in the world.

“I love you so much.”
“Not as much as I love you.”

He gave you a kiss and turned his attention back to the fire works. Your family really was perfect, and you couldn’t wait to add a new addition to it…

Sisterly Bond

This part of the chapter popped into my mind and I couldn’t resist the opportunity to add more of the frayed connection that Nesta has with Feyre. This chapter is about the huntress, her friend and sisters on the hunt…for a dress! And what is Nesta going to confess to Feyre about Cassian??? 

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21

        “What do you mean you don’t have a dress?!” Mor leapt off the couch in Nesta and Elain’s apartment. 

       “I have dresses,” Nesta disagreed. 

       “Summer dresses don’t count,” Feyre scrolled through her phone without looking up. 

       “There is no way you are turning up in a summer dress,” Mor began pacing back and forth while Nesta and Elain sat watching her from their own seats in the living room.

      “As if I would show up to a formal event in a casual dress,” Nesta rolled her eyes. At this rate she might do that if only to see Mor spontaneously combust at the sight.

     “Where are we going to find a dress in such a short amount of time? We only have a week left and the holiday shoppers have probably scooped up all the best dresses!” Mor stopped her pacing and turned around to face Nesta. “Do not worry though. If it takes all week for us to find you a dress then I will not rest until we find the perfect one for you!”

     “That’s thoughtful of you,” Elain said with a gentle smile. “I’m sure you’ll be able to find a dress if you’re helping with the search.”

     “We can buy a simple one in the mall,” Nesta said taking a sip of tea. Her posture at ease and similar to that of a queen addressing a meager issue that was not of major importance compared to other things on her mind. She was more worried about the event itself rather than the dress. There was bound to be many people there most of whom were large business figures and could be a potential doorway into Nesta’s career path. A strategy was needed to face them and gain some sort of good mark on their memory once she graduated in the spring. It was hard to imagine she had one more semester left of school.

     “That won’t do,” Mor mumbled. “You can’t show up wearing a dress from the prom section of an outlet store.”

      Nesta opened her mouth to say something about Mor’s comment when Feyre stood up.

      “I just found this boutique online that is open today,” Feyre said pocketing her phone. “We should head over there and see what we can find Nesta.”

     “Right now?” Nesta turned incredulously toward her youngest sister.

       “Yes! Let’s go now! The sooner the better!” Mor tugged both Elain and Nesta off the couch with surprising strength. It was easy to forget that the blonde beauty had much more than looks going for her. She was trained to fight since her teen years after being brought to her cousin’s home.

     “I’m coming with you?” Elain asked excitedly. 

     “Let’s make this a girl’s day,” Feyre said with a smile.

      “It was already a girl’s day,” Nesta said being pulled to the door by Mor. 

      “And now it’s a shopping day so let’s go and find you a dress,” Mor stopped by the door as everyone gathered their purses, coats and shoes. 

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