and killer biceps

running off to sea to seek your fortune: a how-to guide

About seven months ago now I walked down a dock in April and tried to guess which of the three shrinkwrapped schooners docked there was going to be my home for the foreseeable future. Coming out the other side of the season, I’ve got hands like leather, killer biceps, a general familiarity with sailing, two near-death experiences, and in general I’m pretty comfortable wearing a knife around now. This is going to be a quick breakdown of the ups and downs of windjammer life, because I sure as hell had no idea what I was getting into, and if it sounds like an interesting job maybe you can go into it a bit more prepared than I was.

Windjamming - the part of the traditional-rigged sailing industry that deals with tourists, and the focus of the guide. Generally to do anything else with tall ships, like deliveries (moving a ship from point A to Point B, like the Florida Keys to Boston in time for the summer season), you need to have some sailing experience already.  Windjamming can be split into day sailors and longer cruises.

  • Day sailors make 2 to 4 short trips a day, generally in the area of three hours each. The tips are better because you see so many people in such a short time. You’re in port every night, so you’ll always have access to cell service, grocery stores, the bars, etc. You tend to have rainy days off. On the flip side, it’s not always a live-aboard position, so if you’re hoping to be staying on the ship, make sure you ask. You’ll also be feeding yourself out of pocket. The repetitive nature of the trips can be monotonous, and you don’t really have a chance to get to know the guests. Generally smaller boats and smaller crew.
  • Longer Cruises make overnight trips, generally 3-6 days, which means they go further and there’s more variety in where they sail. You get to know the passengers much better, and you really get to see the breadth of weather on the ocean - it’s a much fuller experience in terms of sailing. These are almost always live-aboard positions, so you have a home with no rent to pay. You’ll be fed as well as the passengers are, and even on the days you’re in port, there will be leftovers to eat if you don’t want to spend money - you can save a lot more because virtually nothing has to be spent on the cost of living. On the other hand, you’ll be out of contact for days at a time, and the unending nature of the job - with guests aboard, you’re responsible for their wellbeing even when not actively on duty, which can mean up to six unbroken days of Customer Service Face - means that it can be emotionally a bit overwhelming at times.

Pay varies pretty greatly from one boat to another; for the entry-level position of messmate, I’ve seen anywhere from a pretty generous $400/week to volunteer. Those seem to be the extreme ranges of the spectrum, so anywhere in that ballpark could be expected.

Positions open to you as a total beginner are:

  • Deckhand - a standard sailor. Usually you need a bit of sailing or sailing-adjacent experience, but not always, if you’re strong and quick to learn. Duties tend to include tacking, furling, and reefing sails, cleaning the ship (deck, the toilets, the sides of the hull, etc.), helping passengers up and down the ladders, and similar tasks.
  • Cook or assistant cook - day sailors don’t have this, so if you want to work in the galley you’re going to have to commit to a longer cruise. Planning and preparing all meals, three times a day, for about 30 people. Often includes things like baking your own bread. might be on a wood stove or a propane stove; sometimes the stove swings to stay level and sometimes it has fiddles to keep pots from sliding off, but not always. You’ve got to be an early riser, and good at time management.
  • Messmate: another galley position, but this one is half-way between the galley and the deck - ideally a 3/1 ratio. Cleaning dishes, setting tables, assisting the cook on occasion with meal prep, maybe snacks and things like that, as well as small things on deck like tacking sails. A lot of that is on you, however - go bug deck crew to teach you if that’s where you want to be.

Life on a windjammer/General things to know

  • Pack practically. I really can’t emphasize this enough. You’ll have a few days off but you’re not going to have the energy to get into nice clothes and honestly you’re going to be covered in paint dust/anchor grease/pine tar/whatever the fuck anyway. You really won’t have any use for anything besides working clothes and mayyyyyybe one nice outfit to remind you that there were better days, once. Bring clothes that you can burn at the end of the season, because they’re not going to be wearable in public.
  • Get a pair of work pants - Carharts, Dickies, doesn’t matter - as long as they’re tough as hell and have a lot of pockets. You’re also gonna want to have a leatherman, or ideally a rig knife/marlinspike set (cutting lines, tightening and undoing knots, etc. are things you’ll find yourself doing frequently).
  • Learn how to tie a bowline, a cleat, and a rolling hitch. You can learn everything fancier, but these are the three you’ll be using the most.
  • Just…give up on ever feeling clean. Life is easier that way. You can get a shower and wash laundry on land, but while on board it’s lucky to have hot water, and you’ll still be washing your hair in a swimsuit, on deck, with dish soap. Embrace it, bring deodorant, go swimming in the ocean.
  • Some really weird jobs are going to be given to you. Sailing, cleaning, whatever, all in a day’s work. Rubbing down all seventy feet of the main mast with Vaseline while being belayed down on a swing also covered in Vaseline…a bit out of left field. Windjamming is basically an endless string of crises, so don’t be too thrown when something goes wrong.
  • Ideally you’re reasonably good with heights (if not, avoid ships with topsails) and don’t get motion sickness.  
  • There’s a lot of turnover - people leave all the time for all kinds of reasons, like going back to school in the fall, getting hurt, getting fired, getting overwhelmed and quitting.
  • It’s a gift culture - your crew is what keeps you going, and you share what you have - people with real apartments will offer you a place to sleep and shower. People who’ve done this before will give you things you’re missing. Things like hats and books and jackets get traded and gifted a lot. Over the course of the season I gave away hand cream, a coffee mug, rides to places in my car, drawings - not much, but I didn’t come with much that could be useful. I was given a rig knife, a ceramic bowl, a few books, tea, a ukulele. Share what you have and give away things someone needs and you don’t. 
  • You’re going to meet a lot of weird people. Well-balanced people with 9-5 jobs who are content with their lives and like doing things like ‘leisurely sipping coffee in caffes while it rains outside’ and ‘bathing’ don’t often apply. If this is the kind of job that appeals to you, then it’s likely they’re going to be your kind of people.
  • There’s definitely a drinking culture, but there’s no pressure to join in, in my experience. Everyone is really chill  about whether or not you’re drinking; often the local dive bar is simply the closest warm place to find people and touch base with the other schooner bums. Once in a while someone will buy everyone a pitcher to share, but this is more related to ‘share what you have’ than to ‘everyone must drink’.

That’s it off the top of my head, but please feel free to message me if you have any questions! I can’t promise I’ll have a good answer, but then again I might. Hope this helps!

What instrument should you play?????
  • Violin: do you hate being ignored? Want to be a child prodigy and have all the solos and love to back stab people for that first chair?? Want nothing but melodies and egos??? The violin is just for you!!
  • Viola: if you were bad at the violin, fear not! The viola is waiting with open arms!
  • Cello: if you have expressive facial expressions, like to rock back and forth, and if you have been called "overly dramatic" in the last five days, the cello is for you!
  • Double Bass: want to do nothing but play tonic and dominant notes all through the piece????? LOOK NO FURTHER!!!
  • Harp: never want to be heard?? Do you have an extra $30,000 to spare???? The harp is for you, my friend!
  • Oboe: DO YOU LOVE DUCKS???? YES!!!1!1 PLAY THE OBOE!!
  • Bassoon: If you excelled at oboe, level up to bassoon! If not, stay there.... In the oboe section,.Please
  • Flute: want to make grown men cry and shriek with terror at your high notes?? flute gives you all the power you could ever want!
  • Clarinet: do you like hardly ever being heard in the orchestra??? But you want a lot of solos?? Is cappricio espagnol your dream clarinet-orchestra piece?? Make that dream a REALITY!!!1!1!
  • Bass clarinet: Clarinet.... But with more OOMPF AMIRITE YES!?,,??2!
  • Trumpet: play as loud as you can, whenever you can!! Want your lips to fall off as well??? Come join the trumpet cult!
  • Trombone: If you like long slidy things that go woo-OOO then this if for you. Or if you like alcohol. If not, don't think about it.
  • French horn: Silent, yet do you secretly judge everybody??? Play this, and you can judge everybody WHILE PLAYING AN INSTRUMENT!!! 10/10 IMPROVEMENT!!
  • Tuba: If you are a double bassist wanting to expand your notes that you play by three more, come to the tuba section!
  • Percussion: want killer biceps??? (Jk not really) join the perc section!
  • Piano: are you lonely and melodramatic at heart? Then the piano is perfect for YOU!

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Pietro Maximoff Imagine: Call Me Short One More Time
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It was no secret: you were short. However for some reason whenever anyone met you that was all they would mention at first would be your height; as if you didn’t already know. The way they went on about it was as if they were informing you about your height; or lack there of. It made you so incredibly mad. 


Even when you were training everyday in the gym, if you were of a normal height people would have applauded your enthusiasm to be healthy and to be fit but because you were 5 foot 1, they looked past your abs and killer biceps and went straight for the “Hey aren’t you a bit young to be in here, oh sorry thought you were just a kid y'know cause of the height” If you had to hear that comment one more time, somebody was going to die. But then again you would probably get away with it as all they would notice was how you couldn’t reach high enough to stab him in the face. 


So, when you joined the avengers you were hoping they would look past your lack of height and focus on your incredible fighting skills, oh how wrong you were. Walking in, you felt all eyes on you and you could already read their minds. As you were so nervous for meeting them you had pulled on the combat boots that add a couple inches to your height, so you weren’t as short as normal but they still noticed. 


“This is y/n, she is going to start  joining us on missions, she like Natasha is a fighter, so I suggest you all introduce yourselves and make her feel at home” Fury spoke over the intercom, him and Tony had had a disagreement so Fury was here by no longer allowed in, unless he told Stark his ideas were all amazing. 


All the avengers began to introduce themselves to you before heading back to their rooms.  Finally the silver haired, chiseled man sped over to you making you jump. “Hi i’m Pietro, and I know they all look like assholes, but i’m super nice” he winked making you giggle. I’m guessing you might need a tour no?“  he offered making you nod unknowingly, your brain just decided for you that you needed to spend time with this man. 


Pietro showed you everywhere, and there was a lot of everywhere, you could hardly remember one of the placed but to be honest you knew that was going to happen. "You know, I think that they will warm up to you” Pietro spoke placing an arm over your shoulder sympathetically. Whilst walking around you told him about how you knew they were judging your height.  "And this" Pietro gestured waving his hand out. “is the gym”. Natasha was going over what looked like your file, she seemed to be impressed. 


“Hey y/n, fancy showing off your skills and fighting me?” Natasha asked throwing down your file to the side as Pietro stepped back.
“Y/n, Natasha is a very skilled fighter it will take a while before you stand a chance at beating her” he chuckled watching as you rolled your eyes before stepping into the ring. This was where your lack of height came in handy, with every punch and kick you could dodge much easier than she did and through many minutes of constant struggling you managed to pin her down.
“Jesus y/n” Pietro called making you climb back out of the ring, “Remind me not to get in a fight with you” he teased causing you to blush a little, “Although if that’s what it takes to get you to sit on me” he smirked wiggling his eyebrows

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“Pietro!”

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Achievement Het Hunters [Rooster Hunters TF/MC]

For @henrycavbsc aka @mrcavanaughtf

Jake Dickson smiled, passing about brand new Achievement Hunter controllers to each of his friends. His raven hair combed down emo, body shorter than ever barely reaching at a 5 ft 5 with little to no body or facial hair.

He was about to chill a new game along with his two gay friends, Garett Finch and Rick Han. Loving boyfriends, the former being quite pudgy in his blonde haired belly while the latter being a skinny and strangely enough, overly tall asian trying to fit in with his brown dyed hair.

Connecting the brand new limited edition controllers to their PS4. The couple sat on the floor with hands intwined with one another, with their host Jake on the top of the couch as he started the game, out flashing three women in the intro with a huge label on top—

WIVES SIMULATOR

“Their faces, their bodies, their…voices. They all sound so familiar…” Each of them thought, eyes darting about, hypnotized the strong estrogen presence radiating from the screen. Spinning and STOPPING! At their match.

Looking STRAIGHT at the babe in front of them, barely even caring about the other as their dicks rise with unwanted resistance. Pheromones causing their gayness to melt away, boyfriends getting more uncomfortable holding hands with one another side by side.

Subliminal messages running through their new sensations, stroking their brains with gentle touches that they have never experienced ever before in their lifetime.

‘He belongs to her, so he oughta be the man she desires.’

Their bodies swell with testosterone, reeking with it. Bathing in games of call of duty and warfare. That’s what true men play, all guts and glory, all-

KICKASS legs being FILLED with STRONG STURDY muscle each EQUIVALENT TO PURE MANHOOD. Tough thighs and calves get wrapped around with that typical jean material you see in heterosexual men.

Feet wiggling bare and strong, thicker and meatier like their arms. Pores oozing out testosterone and pheromones that can magnetise any girl and—

“Man She’s hot….!”

Being the first, Garett slowly loosening up and losing all that extra fat he once carried. Cheeks becoming less round and jaw line stubbled with manly aftershave rumble, becoming more refined than ever.

Lean Torso, Carrying a swagger a homo never had before. Wiry hair sprouts out in a true hazel brown fashion, prominently accentuating his facial features as his eyes narrowed in admiration.


“Yeah I agree….!”

Rick eyes went WIDE OPEN and VISIBLE. Beard sparse over his changed face as his forehead and hairstyle gained a lighter brown shade. Nerdy features disappeared, he can’t disappoint his wife.

Undergoing masculinization, as his ethnicity melted away. Losing all the yellow to a pure Americano Caucasian white, filling up those sleeves with thick American muscle

“DAMN!”

The two former boyfriends’ shirts morphed and HEAT PRESSED into an greyish-blackish gamer tee. Proud with initials styled at their new-ever so manly back, and a gamer logos at the front.

Their unsatisfied expressions smirked up, as they separated from one another into their own individuality. Not as a pair but as strong sturdy gamers who just wanna…LET GO! Of homosexuality and PUMP their fists and—

“YEAH!”

J.D. Witnessed his best bros turning from Gay to Straight in an instant, forever changed and posing in their new lives as Gavin Free and Ryan Haywood. Proud heterosexual men who have wives they oughta be Fuckin’, you ain’t no pansy either!

Barely even resisting, RIPPING off those puny sleeves with his KILLER BICEPS! Torso being filled with brown bear hair that sticks out of his ACHIEVEMENT HUNTER tank top.

Jeremy Dooley ain’t gonna let the competition, standing UP! For his GIRLFRIEND! Fist pounding as his hair SNIPPED AWAY those bangs, browning up into brown curly locks and a studly beard that dons his now masculine bear features.

ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED!

Individual Wedding Rings materializing on all their fingers, Eyes and reality wrapping in front of their girlfriends chatting through TV skype. This ain’t a drill, its the real thing. Not a simulator , but their reality as they PUMP OFF!

“ACHIEVEMENT HUNTERS!”

that trope in literature where a (usually female) character describes themselves as not pretty, or not conventionally pretty, and then proceeds to describe their specific features in such a way that it’s really hard not to imagine them as someone most people would consider totally gorgeous

like, it’s hardly ever: “i wasn’t beautiful, but i had a striking look about me in the right light. my rough complexion and acne scars lent a toughness and drama to my otherwise rodent-like features, and i had killer biceps. i could have been a shorter, more butch version of shelley duvall, with arm muscles”

it’s: “i wasn’t beautiful, but i had a striking look about me in the right light, with my thin body, delicate skin, doll-like face, and voluminous blonde hair”

Going First Isn’t Easy (Tony Stark x Fem Reader)

So this is my fic for @evansrogerskitten and her Firsts writing challenge. This is the first time I’m sharing my work on Tumblr and also my first attempt at fan fiction. I’d adore it if I got feedback on this, including criticism so long as it’s constructive. 

My prompt was “first to say I love you” and I’ve set it in a Marvel military/space age AU. I had so much fun writing this I already want to do more if anyone wants it! Thanks for the help and encouragement Ash. 

You are a talented, arrogant officer in the army’s Shield Corps and you never sleep alone if you don’t want to. When you are ordered to take the intriguing Major Stark under your wing, those orders turn to friendship. And we all know where we’d like a friendship with Tony to lead…

Warnings - language, mention of murder, mention of masturbation, mild/implied smut.

Canon note - S.H.I.E.L.D and The Avengers have become interchangeable for plot purposes. 

Tags - @evansrogerskitten @theheadcanonsawakens

General Fury had introduced you to the newly-promoted Major Stark in an Officer’s Bar at the Lee Federation Headquarters on Mars. It was a sprawling complex of buildings designed for all things military and made up most of the town that cradled the great bend of the Wakanda river, the one that diverted the flow from heading south and instead allowed it to feed the capital city of Kirby some twelve miles to the East. The most senior federation officers were usually based here. The town’s official name was Tava-Wakanda but everyone referred to it as The Brasshouse. The non-military politicians had their base in Kirby, lest anyone should think that there was no separation of the Forces and the State. A small, white structure nestled amongst the compounds on the North side betrayed the truth – the President’s second home. The federation were part-way through a year-long conflict with Hydra, rulers of Europa, over the rights of the inhabitants of Deimos. Many of them either had family on Europa or were from there themselves. The unit that you belonged to was ideally placed to manage the intelligence side of things and was well-established in The Brasshouse. Tony arrived six months into the conflict at the behest of Fury who was keen to put the talents of the brightest star in weapons development to good use.  If Tony did well it could win Fury command of his own base.  He and Tony were enjoying a whiskey in the bar when you arrived, resplendent in dress uniform and with a pile of barrel-curls at the back of your head. You looked for all the system like you were out to impress but in truth you were pissed off at being summoned here.

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MYSME Headcannon: The RFA + Unknown ‘Body Insecurities’

A/N: So I’ve been bouncing this idea around in my head for a couple weeks & I finally decided to sit down & write out some headcannons for it. After all, everyone has some form of body insecurities.

(slight spoilers in 707′s & Unknown’s headcannons.)


Yoosung Kim:

  • If we’re being honest here, this boy actually has quite a few insecurities. He doesn’t like it when people perceive him as a child, understandably b/c he’s a grown-ass man. So Yoosung’s body insecurities revolve around the traits that he feels makes him seem younger.
  • He’s too short.
  • He has a baby face.
  • He’s neither toned nor athletic.
  • His eyes are too big. They make him look like a starry-eyed kid.
  • Part of the reason Yoosung dyed his hair was b/c he thought blond would make him seem older. But in reality, it just made Saeyoung call him goldilocks. (He absolutely hates that nickname.)
  • ~ “But I like your blond hair. And your smooth skin. And how you’re not that much taller than me…”~
  • MC would proceed to go on a 10 min long tangent on the 101 things she loved about Yoosung whenever he would start to voice these negative thoughts out loud. Which admittedly made him blush and also a little smug that she thought he was more attractive than Zen.

Jaehee Kang:

  • Jaehee doesn’t really spend a whole lot of time nitpicking her body. She doesn’t have the time to spend. But if you were to sit down & ask her what her biggest insecurity was she would say it was her breast.
  • Yeah that’s right, her boobs.
  • But even then it’s less of an body insecurity and more of a pet peeve.
  • Jaehee was blessed/cursed w/ an ample bosom. But that meant that she was fairly top-heavy and trying to find work blouses that didn’t show too much cleavage was an absolute nightmare. And don’t even get her started about bra chaffing and boob sweat, especially in the summer… Ugh!
  • She really envies MC sometimes b/c in comparison she’s so flat-chested. She can even get away w/ not wearing a bra under some dresses. If Jaehee tried that she’d probably throw her back out from lack of support, not to mention people would notice.
  • ~ “If they bother you that much, Jaehee, I’ll fully support you if you decide to get a reduction.”~
  • MC really worries about her. She can only imagine how much strain lugging that extra weight around puts on her back. And to even think about running up the stairs…ouch.

Zen/Hyun Ryu:

  • It’s hard to believe than anyone as perfect as him has a body insecurity. Like really? How?
  • Zen is perfect. He’s got that almost symmetrical face, killer cheekbones, toned biceps and abs that Jaehee has been quoted of “wanting to eat ice cream off of”, while MC claims that “they’d make a good cheese grater for nachos…”
  • But everyone has body insecurities, even Zen. (Although it is very hard to believe.)
  • His insecurity was actually a surprise to MC. & it should’ve been considering how he went on & on about never getting pimples. 
  • That was a big fat lie. Everyone gets pimples, handsome musical actors not excluded. But Zen never got pimples on his face. Which meant that he got them other places.
  • As a teen, he had a case of horrible back acne which left numerous scars littered across his shoulder blades. The majority of them are faded now, barely noticeable to the naked eye. Thankfully w/ the help of acne skincare & taking better care of himself the problem cleared up.
  • But that doesn’t mean that he still doesn’t get a few zits now & again.
  • ~ “I can pop them for you, Zen-Oppa.”~
  • Zen is convinced that MC is an angel b/c who in the world would offer to pop someone’s zit. He’s just glad that she chooses to love him, scars & all.

Jumin Han:

  • Jumin’s insecurity is fairly obvious if you know what to look for. Fortunately, most people have no idea what to look for & he seems like such a distant person that most wouldn’t know where to start.
  • Perhaps, his distance is brought on b/c he rarely ever smiles. Even MC was puzzled by it b/c while he smiled at her a lot, Jumin never truly smiled. Like a wide-grin-pearly-teeth kind of smile. & MC found out why after a mishap in the kitchen involving a bag of flour & Elizabeth III. 
  • (An accident where she tripped over the cat & a bag of flour poured out over her head after she landed on the floor.)
  • “MC are you alright?”
  • ~ “Oh I’m fine. I’m just doing my impression of Lucille Ball.”~
  • Jumin & MC had been watching the famous sitcom of I love Lucy that week & they had just seen the episode w/ the flour gag the day before & the comment struck Jumin as hilarious b/c he laughed. & not only did he laugh, but he smiled –a true-face-splitting-grin!
  • MC saw it immediately, the slightly crooked tooth. Jumin quickly realized his mistake & schooled his expression to neutral.
  • ~ “No. Don’t hide from me, Jumin. I love your smile…”~
  • MC leapt up from the floor & threw her flour covered arms around his neck.
  • ~ “You’re so handsome when you smile.”~
  • “MC, you’re getting flour all over the floor…”
  • ~ “Come on, Jumin-Oppa, let me see it again. Please…”~
  • Jumin would be unable to resist smiling at the sight of flour-covered MC giving him the puppy-dog eyes. & then the second he caved MC would beam up at him then pull him forward to plant a quick peck on his mouth. Thus resulting in flour streaks on his face & hair.
  • ~ “There. Now we both need showers.”~

707/Luciel/Saeyoung Choi:

  • As you can imagine Saeyoung has quite a few scars from his work w/ the agency & growing up w/ an abusive drunk of a mom. But one scar in particular stands out among all the rest.
  • It’s a deep, jagged scar that runs along the top of his forehead by his hairline. It stands out vividly in his memory b/c it was the one time his mother had actually done the responsible thing, taking him to the hospital after lobbing an empty beer bottle at his head. There was so much blood at the time, but Saeyoung could only ever remember his brother’s horrified face & him wailing at the top of his lungs.
  • & years later after he left that place, that scar reminded him of his failure as an older brother to protect Saeran from that sight & his inability to take him w/ him when he left. He keeps it covered w/ his bangs so as not to see it when he looks in the mirror.
  • When MC learns of this scar she hugs him tightly & kisses his forehead.
  • ~ “I’m so glad you’re here.”~

Unknown/Saeran Choi:

  • Like Saeyoung, Saeran also carries a lot of physical & emotional scars. But his body insecurity is tied more toward his emotional scars than it is to his physical ones.
  • He hates his tattoo.
  • It’s a reminder of every wrong action, every day he spent in Magenta following the Savior & hating his brother. Not to mention the things he tried to do to MC…
  • Really Saeran just tries not to think about it. & he keeps the ink hidden under long-sleeved shirts & sweaters. But there are times when he’s getting dressed that he just stops & stares at his shoulder for a good couple minutes.
  • It’s MC who suggests going to a tattoo parlor & getting it altered into something new.
  • ~ “That represents the old you, but you’re not him anymore. You’ve changed, Saeran. So let’s get it changed to reflect that.”~

V/Jihyun Kim:

  • Being blind alters your perspective on a lot of things. (Besides the obvious being blind part.)
  • Before he lost his vision, V had been self-conscious of a mole he had on his right butt cheek. But after losing his sight, he came to the realization that appearances were meaningless in the grand scheme of things.
  • That being said, he still gets embarrassed when MC playfully coos over how cute the little beauty mark is.
  • “M-MC, don’t kiss me there…”
  • ~ “Aww…Jihyun-Oppa you’re just too cute!”~
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I’m cold. you lend me your jacket. I put it on and flex. the sleeves explode. You don’t even mourn your ruined jacket, you’re too busy being impressed by my killer biceps. im still cold.

where soil lies, a new beginning blooms

note: a little something i wrote inspired by the one and only @vonseal​‘s magic users series on ao3, in particular witchcraft (my all-time favourite myungjin fic to date, bless her). the feels were all too real on a particular night and when i saw this joke on my tumblr dash, i was hit with all of the inspiration (though very regretfully, i should have not laughed as hard as i did when i read it) and managed to write this piece of fluff :’))

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imagine mark lee 10 years down the road: in all of nct’s subunits, is eating healthily, all buffed up and has killer biceps, produces over 10000000 mixtapes, has his own solo debut, hosts his own talk shows, owns 10 lamborghini veneno cars of different colours, owns 5 mansions, laughed his way through life happily every single day, still cute and squishy