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anonymous asked:

I am a heathen I've never seen bob's burgers what episodes do u recommend?

oh my god !!!!! I’ve loved bob’s burgers for so long. some of my favorite episodes from every season are…

  • season 1 episode 7 “bed & breakfast” : linda tries to run her own bed & breakfast in her house n she gets all these guests who don’t want to interact and she’s like “COME OUT FOR THE WINE & CHEESE SOCIAL!!!” n none of them want to so gene ends up eating all the cheese
  • season 2 episode 8 “bad tina” : tina gets influenced by a new student named tammy n she begins her rebellious teenage phase and coins the everlasting and iconic term “don’t have a crap attack”
  • season 3 episode 9 “god rest ye merry gentle-mannequins” : bob finds a dude living in his uncle’s storage unit who claimed his previous love was a mannequin, n he himself was also a mannequin that was brought to life. 
  • season 4 episode 1 “a river runs through bob” : the belchers go on a camping trip and bob overestimates his wilderness instincts and ends up getting diarrhea 
  • season 5 episode 5 “best burger” : bob enters a burger cooking contest and realizes he forgets an important ingredient and has to ask his kids to go home and get it. except, they fuck it up and end up having to steal it from a vegan place lmao
  • season 6 episode 3 “the hauntening” : louise complains that she doesn’t feel scared @ the regular haunted house they usually go to so bob and linda decide to create their own haunted house for their kids. shit goes down hill when they realize the house they’re using is actually weird and some grandpa is staring @ them with hedge cutters. 
  • season 7 episode 7 “the last gingerbread house on the left” : mr. fischoeder ropes bob into his annual gingerbread making contest in an effort to not be the loser while the rest of the family goes caroling. the kids want hot chocolate but nobody is giving it out 
  • season 8 episode 5 “thanks-hoarding” : the family helps teddy prepare his thanksgiving dinner alongside cleaning up his house but turns out teddy is a hoarder and has a mental breakdown when the family tries to throw out all his stuff

I’ve seen (I hope) every episode of bob’s burgers but these are just some of the ones I’ve really loved. they have A LOT of episodes but they’re all on netflix canada now! (except for season 8) these are just some key ones but every episode is funny to be honest I love bobs’ burgers

Anyway what should my character I’m making for my girlfriend’s Star Wars tabletop RPG game be? Everyone else is a rebel, but since I’ll only be able to join in when I’m visiting my character should probably not be integral to the regular plot - more like an occasional guest star, so some sort of for-hire type with possibly murky loyalties makes the most sense. I’ve narrowed it down to four potential occupations: Skip Tracer, Doctor, Demolitionist, or Mechanic. Species etc have not been determined. 

How to be a courteous hotel guest

Hello! My name is Claude and I am a Texas cosplayer who also workers as a hotel housekeeper. I haven’t been working in housekeeping for very long but I’ve seen the impact of all sorts of guest and I have to say that Anime/Comic Con attendees are honestly some of the messiest guests and it puts a lot of strain on the housekeeping staff. Did you know we are warned in advance about you guys? I even have horror stories about con guest. This job is very physically demanding and we’re under a lot of pressure to meet our room cleaning times. Below are some tips about being a more helpful and respectful guest. These are only a suggestion. Not rules. Courtesy is a choice.

1.) Before leaving don’t make the bed. We understand you mean well, but all sheets need to be washed and therefore the beds stripped. The best way to leave the bed? Place all the sheets on top of the bed and remove the pillowcases from the pillows. You can leave them bunched up, that’s fine.

2.) Place all your trash into trash bags, tie it up, and leave the trash next to the door before leaving.That way we can just toss it in the trash cart and move on. Leave anything that we can vacuum. You can also leave the dirty towels next to the door before leaving.

3.) Please check all the drawers, cabinets, and closets to make sure you have all your things. Anything found will be placed into lost and found for 90 days. If you’ve left something, just call the hotel and tell them what you’ve lost and in what room.

4.) If you place a DND sign on your door we CANNOT ENTER at all. We mark it down and move on. If you later remove it and decide that you want service call the front desk and let them know because housekeeping usually end up leaving anywhere from 3pm-5pm.

5.) When housekeeping refreshes your room we make the bed, refill amenities, place fresh towels, take out trash, and do a quick wipedown. Don’t want your bed made? Need extra amenities? Need extra trash bags? Etc? Let us know! We leave notepads and pens in every room and you can write down any instructions for us. Ex: “No need to make the bed, just fresh towels and extra shampoos please.” “Extra trash bags and bath towels please, no more shampoos please.”

6.) Housekeeping cannot make the beds when you have personal belongings on the bed. Simple things like clothes and towels we move while making the bed then put back but anything else we DO NOT TOUCH. Laptops, jewels, suitcases, etc. Please keep this in mind if you want your bed made.

7.) Please do not leave your hair curlers and straighteners plugged in the bathroom. Guest always leave them connected usually next to the sink with water all over and it’s a safety hazard. Housekeeping will usually unplug them but I, personally, fear that maybe one day we won’t reach the room in time.

8.) If a hotel is Pet friendly, you still have to let the hotel know that you are bringing a furry friend along. We need to know what rooms need the pet treatment. What if the next guest is allergic and we weren’t notified about the previous guest?

9.) Try and bring some supplies to clean up after your pet. We’ve had guest allow their pets to pee and poop on the carpets and it not only affects the housekeeping staff but maintenance staff as well.

10.) Most hotels are non-smoking and we ask that you please respect that. We are trained to find out if a guest has been smoking and when we catch it, you get a $250 charge. Don’t risk it!! There are smoking areas that you can ask about.

11.) Have left over alcohol that you can’t take with you when you leave? You don’t have to throw it away. It’s very common for guest to leave them as a tip for housekeeping staff.

12.) Yes! You can tip housekeeping! It’s not required. But we constantly get tips and little notes to thank us for our work and we deeply appriciate it. (I actually have all my thank you notes!) How much you tip is up to you. Ive gotten anywhere from change to 25$.

13.) If you’re sick (like influenza, strep throat, cold, etc.) let the hotel staff know. That way we can notify the housekeepers to take extra precautions. (mask, gloves, etc) and provide a deeper clean. (I actually got Influenza B and ended up in the hospital from this one!)

14.) You don’t have to leave your room if housekeeping comes by to refresh it.  You can stay and tell us how to make your stay more comfortable. Plus, we appreciate the conversation.

15.) Please notify ANY of the hotel staff when you encounter a problem. (bedbugs, clogged toilet, broken lamps, etc) We are committed to make your stay as perfect as possible and can be reached at anytime for help.

16.) If you throw up or bleed (excessively)  in the room please notify us as soon as possible and we can have maintenance come clean up. Please do not leave it for us to clean until after your stay. It causes stains that won’t come out and a deeply embedded smell in the room.

17.) Things you can ask for that guest don’t usually know about (can vary by hotel. Some hotels require purchase.): cribs, extra blankets, shower caps, slippers, toothpaste, toothbrush, tampons, pads, razors.

That’s about all I can think of so far. Please feel free to contact me if you have questions about how to be a more courteous guest or anything about hotel service. I’ll be happy to help to the best of my ability. I cant wait to see you all at San Japan! :)

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Something happened 63 years ago that’s haunted me my entire life. I’ve never told anyone about it—until now

Story by reddit user  Sergeant_Darwin

It’s official: I’m an old man.

For the last couple years, I’ve comforted myself by saying I’m in my “early 70s,” but math is simple and unforgiving. Today is my 75th birthday, and God, the years do fly.

I’m not here for your well wishes; this is hardly a milestone I’m excited about. I’m glad to still be here, of course, but I find I have less and less to live for with every passing year. My bones ache, my kids live far away, and the other side of my bed has been empty for just over eight months now. In fact, once I cast my vote against that goddamned Trump this November, I may have nothing to live for at all.

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Bruce: Okay, for this Charity Ball I need you all to behave. Now, what are some good conversations you can have with our guests?

Damian: Would you like to see my knife collection?

Dick: Your glasses are looking very swagalicious today!

Tim: The mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell

Jason: You kids wanna buy some drugs?

Stephanie: How aware are you of the term “anime”?

Barbara: That’s a very nice shade of ugly you’re wearing Susan!

Cassandra: Were it not for the laws of this land, i would have slaughtered you

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Perspective | I wanted to understand why racists hated me. So I befriended Klansmen.
My collection of robes and hoods is still growing.

By Daryl Davis,  September 29 at 6:00 AM:  Daryl Davis, author of “Klan-Destine Relationships,” and subject of the documentary “Accidental Courtesy,” is an award-winning musician, actor, lecturer and race relations expert.    

“One night in 1983, I found myself playing in a country band at a truck stop lounge. I was the only black person in the joint. Taking a break after the first set of music, I was headed to sit at a table with my bandmates when a white gentleman approached from behind and put his arm around my shoulders. “I really enjoy y’all’s music,” he said. I shook his hand and thanked him. “This is the first time I ever heard a black man play piano like Jerry Lee Lewis,” he continued.

I told him that Lewis was a friend of mine and that he had learned his style from watching and listening to black blues and boogie-woogie pianists. My new fan didn’t buy it, but he did want to buy me a drink. While we sipped, he clinked my glass and said, “This is the first time I ever sat down and had a drink with a black man.”

Why? “I’m a member of the Ku Klux Klan,” he said. I burst out laughing. Then he handed me his KKK membership card, and I recognized the Klan’s symbols. In that moment, I was overcome by a question: How could anybody hate me when they didn’t even know me?

I was no stranger to racism. Having grown up a black person in the ’60s and ’70s, I knew that prejudice was common. But I had never understood why. Sitting in that lounge with my new friend, I decided to figure it out in the only way that made sense: By getting to know those who felt hostility toward black people without ever having known any.

Several years later, I recruited that man, whose name was Frank James, to put me in contact with the grand dragon of the Maryland Klan. He tried to deter me, warning that the leader would kill me. But eventually, after I promised not to reveal how I’d gotten the grand dragon’s contact information, James gave it to me.

By then I had decided to travel around the country and interview KKK leaders and members from various chapters and factions to get the answer to my question: How can you hate someone you’ve never met? I was planning to write a book detailing my interviews, experiences and encounters with these Ku Klux Klan members. (The book, “Klan-Destine Relationships,” was published in 1998.)

I had my white secretary, who typically booked my band and assisted me with my music business, set up a meeting with the Maryland grand dragon, explaining that her boss was writing a book on the Klan and would like his input. Per my instructions, she did not reveal the color of my skin.

The grand dragon agreed to participate, and we secured a room at a Frederck, Maryland motel, where my secretary filled an ice bucket with cans of soda so I could offer my guest a drink. Regardless of how and what he felt about me, if he entered my room after seeing the color of my skin, I was going to treat him with hospitality.

Punctual to the minute, there was a knock on the door. The grand nighthawk (the grand dragon’s bodyguard) entered first, and then the dragon himself. “Hello,” I began, “I’m Daryl Davis.” I offered my palm, and the dragon shook my hand as he and the nighthawk introduced themselves. The dragon sat in the chair I had set out, and the nighthawk stood at attention beside him.

We were both apprehensive of the other, and the interview started haltingly. We discussed what he had hoped to achieve by joining the Klan; what his thoughts were on blacks, Asians, Jews and Hispanics; and whether he thought it would ever be possible for different races to get along. A little while later, we heard an inexplicable crackling noise and we both tensed. The dragon and I stared each other in the eye, silently asking, “What did you just do?” The nighthawk reached for his gun. Nobody spoke. I barely breathed.

Seated atop the dresser, my secretary realized what had happened: The ice in the bucket had started to melt, causing the soda cans to shift. It happened again, and we all began laughing. From there, the interview went on without a hitch.

It was a perfect illustration that ignorance breeds fear and possibly violence. An unknown noise in an ice bucket could’ve led to gunfire, had we not taken a moment to understand what we were encountering.

Even though the grand dragon, who now prefers not to be named, had told me he knew that white people were superior to blacks, our dialogue continued over the years. He would visit me in my home, and I would eventually be a guest in his. We would share many meals together, even though he thought I was inferior. Within a couple of years, he rose to the rank of imperial wizard, the top national leadership position in the Klan.

Over the past 30 years, I have come to know hundreds of white supremacists, from KKK members, neo-Nazis and white nationalists to those who call themselves alt-right. Some were good people with wrong beliefs, and others were bad people hellbent on violence and the destruction of those who were non-Aryan.

There was Bob White, a grand dragon for Maryland who served four years in prison for conspiring to bomb a synagogue in Baltimore, where he had been a police officer. When he got out, he returned to the Klan and later went back to prison for three more years for assaulting two black men with a shotgun, evidently intent on murder. But after I reached out to him with a letter while he was in prison for the second time, Bob became a very good friend, renounced the Klan and attended my wedding.

Imperial Wizard Frank Ancona, who headed one of the largest Klan groups in the country, would also become a very close friend. When Frank was killed this year (his wife and stepson have been charged with his murder), one of his Klan members, knowing how close we had been, called me and told me before notifying the police. I accepted the Klan’s invitation to participate in his funeral service.

Three weeks after this summer’s violent clash in Charlottesville, I was invited by the leaders of the Tennessee and Kentucky chapters of Ancona’s branch of the Klan to speak at their national Konvocation. I accepted, spoke and took audience questions after the lecture. Whether or not anyone there immediately changed their minds, we talked as people — and we all benefitted from that.

I am not so naive as to think everyone will change. There are certainly those who will go to their graves as hateful, violent racists. I never set out certain that I would convert anyone. I just wanted to have a conversation and ask, “How can you hate me when you don’t even know me?” What I’ve learned is that whether or not I’ve changed minds, talking can still relieve tensions. I’ve seen firsthand that when two enemies are talking, they are not fighting. They may be yelling and beating their fists on the table, but at least they are talking. Violence happens only when talking has stopped.

And sometimes, people do change. One day in 1999, after having been in the Ku Klux Klan for about 20 years, the Klan leader from the motel interview, whom I watched go from grand dragon to imperial wizard, called me, said he was leaving the Klan and apologized for having been a member. He told me he could no longer hate people. I had not turned out to be what he had always thought of black people. He went on to become one of my best friends, and today I own his robe and hood — one set of many in my collection of garments donated to me by apostate Klansmen and Klanswomen,

which is always growing.”

i--probably--hate--you  asked:

I would also like to point out that not all AZA accredited zoos are good and live up to the AZA standards. The Memphis, TN zoo is one of them. They're very lacking in terms of space for their animals. The cats are often in small enclosures and pace around so much that the ground has ruts in it from their pacing. I know that repetitive behavior isn't always a bad thing, but to the point of having ruts in the ground? The elephants also look malnourished. They have very saggy skin.

So, yesterday we were talking about how as a guest it’s really hard to make judgement calls about the animals in a zoo because you don’t know anything about their history or how they’re being cared for, and that that’s why it’s really important to ask staff when you’ve got concerns? This ask is a pretty good example of that. 

I reached out to some Memphis staffers after receiving this ask, and was totally honest about why: I said we’d been discussing zoos on my blog and that someone had written in with a couple of specific concerns. Within a day or two, I’d been put in contact with the correct keepers to get answers to my questions.  

What you’re likely seeing as abnormal pacing in the big cats is anticipatory behavior, since that’s a very common thing their animals do when they can see or hear keepers near their exhibit. Trails do wear down naturally in exhibits if animals have preferred walking paths, more so in wet periods such as spring, and in older exhibits the routes most commonly taken by residents are fairly well developed. Since you didn’t specify what species of big cat you were referring to, I wasn’t able to get more specific information, except that there is one big cat who does display some abnormal pacing behavior due to some of her history and that the staff are aware of it and actively working on it. 

I couldn’t find any good photos of their cat exhibits to embed in this post as an example, but what I did see when searching google for images is that almost all of the photos of their cats are taken on perches in the exhibit, such as logs or rock outcroppings. It’s important to remember that for large cats, vertical space is just as important a factor as horizontal space - an exhibit that seems too small in square-footage may in fact have a large amount of usable space comprised of climbing structures, hammocks, and hidden perches. 

As to the elephants, they have saggy skin because they’re, well, elephants - and in one case, one of the oldest elephants in North America. AZA also recently did a large elephant welfare survey that’s being used to improve their elephant care standards, and according to the scale for that study the elephant at Memphis are in good body condition for their age and size. What’s more, they’re in phenomenal health: the Memphis Zoo staffers have been running a metabolic study on the three elephant ladies at their facility, so they’ve got the data to back up that claim. 

I would hazard a guess that if you’d taken the time to ask any Memphis staffers while on grounds, or to reach out to their social media team with questions after leaving, you’d have gotten the same information that I did. I know people really want to think they can make informed judgement calls about the welfare of animals in zoos, but unless you happen to have personal animal management experience with that specific species, it’s probable that you’re going to be completely off-base. Especially at AZA zoos, assume there’s information you don’t have and something you’re probably seeing, and ask a keeper for clarification. 

I am not really “marriage material”, like seriously I get sick every time I think about a white dress and a black suit, vows, hundreds of people as guests, who I don’t even know, and calling my beloved “husband” or “wife” afterwards. Weddings can be different but you get the idea.

Although, when this is about my OTPs getting married it is a completely different story and I am like👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌shit right👌👌there👌👌👌 right✔there ✔✔if i do ƽaү so my self 💯 i say so 💯 thats what im talking about right there right there (chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ) mMMMMᎷМ💯 👌👌 👌НO0ОଠOOOOOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ👌 👌👌 👌 💯 👌 👀 👀 👀 👌👌Good shit.

All of my precious babies (well, most of them) have been through such shitty and difficult times, but love is never easy, innit? And they so fucking deserve this “happy ever after” thing even if it means penguin suits and stupid vows and especially if it means all these domestic little things like sloppy shoulder kisses in the early morning or the bigger ones like feeling of belonging with each other.

I ship my OTPs with happiness and this is the most amazing OT3 you’ve ever seen, I assure you.

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Our group went into a haunted cabin

Context: Turns out the cabin was haunted by a brain in a jar that happened to have dead bodies in the closet and a very nice fully set dinner table. When we finally figured out there was a brain in a jar and not a ghost this happened.

*brain in the jar is about to attack us*

Our Druid: Hey, how about we have ourselves a dinner party?

Bryan the Brain: What? Oh, no…I mean I haven’t had company in years that didn’t die and I have no food…

Our Druid: That’s okay I have some rations.

Bryan the Brain: Really? Isn’t it kind of rude to have your guests bring their own food?

Our Paladin: No, it’s like a potluck.

Our Rogue: Yeah, let’s just sit down and have a nice conversation.

Bryan the Brain: Aw, alright!

*we proceed to have a dinner party then shortly after kill him* #ripbryan

anonymous asked:

I'M TEARING UP SHOW THIS TO NIALL IMMEDIATELY IT'S THE EXACT REACTION HE WANTED!!!!! THIS IS WONDERFUL!!!!! MAN OF THE PEOPLE!! celebsecrets.)com/niall-horan-debuts-his-poignant-too-much-to-ask-music-video/

http://celebsecrets.com/niall-horan-debuts-his-poignant-too-much-to-ask-music-video/

THIS ARTICLE IS EVERYTHING 

Niall Horan Debuts His Poignant “Too Much To Ask” Music Video

The video for the singer’s most personal song will make you feel proud, thankful, and transported.

True confession: usually when I watch music videos for the very first time, I look for “the headline.” I know, I know: it’s the journalist in me. My ears may be on the song, but my eyes scan the moving footage for something unexpected to stand out: maybe a surprise celebrity guest-star who plays the love interest, maybe a reference to a famous feud, or some Easter eggs that are a treat for longtime fans.

So I have to admit, while I watched Niall Horan‘s new music video for his song “Too Much To Ask” on its first play, I completely failed as a journalist, in the traditional sense. I found myself genuinely absorbed by the storyline. I watched to enjoy: focused not on finding any connections to his One Direction days or figuring out which ex-girlfriend may have left his heart shattered, but instead marveling at his fresh country-inspired sound and his truly honest vision that came to life like a short film.

I wanted to know why he was traveling the London Underground alone, put off by the sight of one of those PDA-packed couples in love that always pop up when you’re least in the mood to see them. I fixated on the visual of Niall sitting perched at the end of a bed, which is actually my personal place to ruminate when things are feeling off-track in my own life.

I wanted to know why I was so easily seeing my own self in him, when at first comparison, superstar Niall and I have literally nothing in common.

On my second watch, I looked closely for the story I was going to tell you in this article, and the phrase that came to me was “thank you.” No matter how much I have loved new music before, it has been a long time since I was this instantly transported somewhere beyond my laptop thanks to a music video, and the feeling reminded me of why I became a celebrity news writer in the first place.

After a first few view loops, what I have to say about and to Niall is “Thank you,” for sharing a story specific and personal enough to feel genuine, but relatable enough that we can all recognize a little bit of the song’s heartbreak. I have a feeling that every person’s interpretation of this clip will be different upon different replays, but enjoyable just the same.

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((HOLY MOLY!! THANK YOU FOR 2,000 FOLLOWS EVERYONE! IM REELING! i felt like this would be a good time to reveal that i have reached out to some artists i really admire in the fandom and asked them to do guest asks! AND THEY ALL SAID YES! im very very excited about this and i cant wait to see how it goes! this ask blog means so so so much to me and i read every tag and answer every dm and i save every sweet anon u send and just THANK YOU FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART! i tear up with every nice message i get honestly aaaaa

so the guests artists might not happen for another week or so, just as they get done ill post them so it will be a nice surprise for everyone involved! ill scatter them throughout my own answers to give us some diversity but hoo nelly iM WAY TOO EXCITED ABOUT IT! Hope you all enjoy this as much as i do AND AGAIN THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH!!!))

Christian Yu x Reader: Let Me Explain - Chapter 1

Chapter 1: These Seoul Streets.  | Chapter 2: Uninvited Guests |

Chapter 3: Confrontation | Chapter 4: Who Would’ve Thought?

Word count: 3159

Series type: Angst, Smut (in later chapters) & Fluff.

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol and sex and bad language. 

Additional Characters: DPR LIVE (Dabin) and mentions of other artists/fictional characters.

Rough summary: Christian is your boss but also your best friend. You both have feelings for each other but his way of living complicates your relationship.

A/N: For the people who were waiting for this, thank you for your patience. I struggled a little writing the series. Also keep in mind that English is not my first language, therefore there might be some spelling/grammar mistakes. 


You were part of the inner circle now. At least that’s what one of your best friends Christian said when you signed the 6-month contract. He called it a try out contract. You would still be known as yourself, the only thing you had to do was paste DPR before your own name to get more recognition for DPR itself. You weren’t mad at the contract, so why not? Anything to help out a friend who you also happen to have a crush on. At least that’s what you thought until it actually happened.

As a well known choreographer in Seoul, South Korea you worked with a lot of artists and ‘underground’ dancers.

You’ve choreographed for the big 3 so your name was out there. Everyone in the business pretty much knew who you were. You managed yourself and stayed out of the drama filled party scene which made you well respected by many in the industry.

It’s not that you hated clubs, you just hated when people’s nasty true selves would come out after a few shots. You mostly observe how handsome and successful idols would take advantage of their fame to get their pick of the night, without the public or their beloved fans ever finding out.  

It disgusted you, and the fact that men you’ve worked with would try to butter you up to take you home with them disgusted you even more.

You were used to it by now, the “No thank you’s” would come out of your mouth at least 20 times a night. Sometimes you even had to swat some hands away, and still you are here, just like every other weekend for the past month since you’ve signed your contract. It was your job to be with the crew whenever you could since you were a part of it now, but tonight you were not having it. You were tired and frustrated with your boss. Christian had been acting indifferent with you lately, it was almost as if your friendship before this whole business deal was non existent.

You were seated in the VIP area of one of Seoul’s most prestige clubs because your now new temporary boss had a special deal to book tonight with another artist and it also happened to be that artist’s birthday.

“So you’re the DPR dance department now, you’ll choreograph for the girls in our mv’s and other clients that might want to work with you, you still get to do your own thing just keep in mind that since we manage your scheduling now we take 40%”

“40? Christian I don’t know; I manage myself just fine you know.” You bite your lip looking at the contract in front of you.

“We’ll make it 30 then. The thing is to make us a package deal, if they want you they have to want us to shoot the mv too, and also I can’t just not pay our manager, feel me love?”

Love. He always calls you that.

You roll your eyes at his slick way of negotiating. “Fine. Just don’t forget that I’m the one doing you a favor with this.”

He gave you his mischievous smile. “How could I ever forget that?”

Yeah… How could he ever forget that?

If there’s anything you regretted more in life than signing that contract was the fact that you were here. At the birthday party of Kim Yura, a rookie artist who was about to debut under YG Entertainment. Christian would hit it big time if he scored a deal to direct her first mv, since her debut was highly anticipated. You had been working on her dancing with her, which she was terrible at. You never really hit it off with her. Mostly great friendships formed between you and your clients, but Yura was different. She was selfish, cunning and arrogant. Making it difficult to work with her as she never admits her wrongs. Besides all of that, she had a thing for Christian as well.

Signing the contract didn’t only take 30% of your original payments, but it also shone a light on Christian in a way you’ve never seen before. You were happy seeing him once or twice a week when your relationship wasn’t work related, but now that you see him almost every day, you also got to see the girls, partying and the alcohol making you wonder how he still had a functioning liver.

You couldn’t wait for the next 5 months to pass so you could get back to your own routine and try to start to forget your feelings for Christian. Even though you wanted to hate the way he treated you at times, you couldn’t. Because he was the sweetest man on earth before you knew him like this. You still hold on to those old times, low key hoping you could get back to them when your contract ended, but you knew that you just had to get over him as a whole when your business ties were broken.

You’ve taken care of him on his drunken nights countless of times, he also tried to fuck you on those nights countless of times but despite your feelings for him you were at least smart enough to kindly decline and put him to bed. He only did that when he was shitfaced with alcohol, and the day after he wouldn’t even remember.

He would always text you with a fucked up “Thank you for getting me home, love”

Lost in thought you take a sip of your non alcoholic cocktail when Dabin approached you putting an arm over your shoulder.

“Wuz poppin” he says giving you a quick kiss on the cheek.

“Just…sipping on this, minding my own business” you answer playing around with your straw.

Dabin knew you like the back of his own hand, if anything good came from your contract it was your friendship with him.

He chuckled. Looking at Christian who having a laugh with Jay and Loco.

“Is he still being a dickhead?” he asks leaning his head on his hand looking at you.

“Who?”

“What do you mean who” he chuckled.

“I’m not talking to you about him, you’re like brothers” you say taking another sip avoiding eye contact.

“So, does that mean I can’t keep secrets. Come on you always tell me when things pop off” he says looking at you with a pout.

“You’re just thirsty for drama” you say pushing his face away.

He chuckles and so do you. “No y/n, I actually care about you, you know that.”

You give him a reassuring smile looking into his sparkling eyes.

“Y/n” his voice made you look up immediately, and so did Dabin, his expression was a lot more relaxed than yours. You met his gaze and stayed silent.

Christian looked at the two of you ready to say something but he closed his mouth again before he did.

You could tell something was bothering him, you just didn’t know what yet.

“There’s a lot of people here who want to meet you, instead of sitting here all night, why don’t you make an effort to talk to someone” he said a little ruder then he intended to.

You raise your eyebrow at him. Ready to rip that fucking piercing out of his nose. “If these people want to talk to me so badly then staying in once place makes me more approachable doesn’t it?” you give him a cold look slamming your drink back on the table a little harder than you intended for.

You got up avoiding his gaze turning your back to him. “Dabin if you don’t mind I have to pee.”

Dabin chuckled and waved his hand signing for you to go.

“What’s up with her” Christian frowned watching you walk away.

“Ah, you know her, this just isn’t her thing. I guess the work stress makes her a little more agitated today than usual.” He calmly says shrugging trying to mend the situation.

Dabin was always in the middle of you two. He knew you had feelings for Christian and he also knew that Christian always complicates things when it comes to you because Christian can’t deny that he has feelings for you too. Christian tries to acts like he doesn’t, but he does and to Dabin it has always been obvious, but not to you.

“Then she should have thought twice about signing that damn contract” Christian said sitting down next to Dabin. “What is she even drinking” he said sniffing into your glass.

“Probably apple juice or some shit man I don’t know” Dabin chuckled leaning back into his seat.

“She just…frustrates me.” Christian says sighing.

“In what way? Sexually?” Christian shoots Dabin a glare which he simply laughs off.

“I just want our relationship to go back to the way it was you know.” Christian says removing his cap and ruffling his hair around with his hand.

Dabin sighed crossing his arms. “I think that makes two of you, just go talk to her.”

“Not tonight” Christian says throwing his head back, playing with his hair a little more. “I have to make sure I get this deal with Yura and her agency”

Dabin relaxed state vanished. He knew you hated Yura with every fiber of your being. She was a trainee but acted like she debuted 10 years ago, only because she’s from YG. You always nagged about her to Dabin, saying she was more stuck up than G-Dragon could ever be in a 100 lifetimes. Then again you also didn’t like her because Christian was extra flirtatious around her. Reeling her in with a debut mv would mean hitting it big time for DPR making them more well known to the bigger boys in the industry. You understood to some extend but Yura was enjoying the attention too much to your liking, especially for a rookie with a dating ban.

“What are you going to do” Dabin asked wide eyed.

“I don’t know man I might hoe out a little bit.”

Dabin scoffed. “What else is new.”

“Like you haven’t” Christian raised his eyebrow at Dabin’s sudden annoyed expression.

“You keep talking about how you want to mend things with y/n but then you keep fucking these girls it just doesn’t make sense.”

“Who ever said mending things with y/n meant being in a relationship with her.”

“Man that’s bullshit and you know it, if you do this tonight with Yura and y/n finds out, it’s end game for you.”

Christian opened his mouth to say something but Dabin shut him right up again.

“y/n is loyal, funny, hella cute and super hard working. She always puts up with your shit, she takes care of you when your legs won’t carry you anymore, yet you’re out here fucking around, knowing she has feelings for you, which you do too, even though you always try to deny it.”

Christian closed his eyes at his best friends’ hard words. Dabin was right. He was. But he wasn’t ready for a relationship. Not now.

“The timing just isn’t right” Christian replied.

“So you’re just going to lead her on until you get your head out of your ass?” Dabin says raising his eyebrows.

Christian opened his eyes in a millisecond looking Dabin straight into his eyes with an angered look.

“Fucking around is fun and all. Until you lose her man. You have to sort shit out with her. Rather sooner than later.” Dabin eyes shoot up when he sees you walking towards the table again. “Don’t sleep with Yura cause if you do, I will tell her. I’m on her side with this one Ian.” Dabin says seriously.

Christian just nods burying his face in his hands. Not knowing how to process everything that was just said to him. He only ‘fucked around’ because he couldn’t be with you. Other women distracted him of the fact that he couldn’t be with you. Not only would you turn out to be the girl who fucked her boss, if word got out. But it would also cost Christian his credibility as a boss with female employee’s.

You approach the table and feel the tension, wondering what happened in the time you were in the bathroom. You cautiously sit down next to Dabin on the other end of the rounded sofa. “Uh- I just ran into Dean. He said he wanted to talk to you” you tell Dabin. He nods getting up. “I’ll go find him”

Fuck. That’s not what you meant. You make eye contact with him. You tried your best to make your eyes scream. “Don’t leave me alone with him right now” but Dabin ignored you and Christian completely, making you wonder even more what the actual fuck happened while you were gone.

Christian lifts his head looking at you. His facial expression was soft and so was his voice when he spoke.

“Are you tired?” he asked scooting closer so you could hear him better over the loud trap music.

He put his hand on your thigh to comfort you, showing you he was trying to be sincere for once.

“I’ve been more awake.” You reply not making eye contact.

“I’ll take you home if you want, I didn’t take into consideration that you worked all day today before I made you come here.” He says removing his hand from your leg while sweetly putting a strand of hair behind your ear so he could see your face better.

You look at him, confused as hell, but you tried not to let your facial expression speak for you. This Christian reminded you of the old Christian, the Christian you fell for.

“I-“ you purse your lips together again reconsidering his offer.

“I’ll go home by myself, it’s just a 10-minute walk from here to my apartment, I’ll live.” You say getting up, but Christian grabs your wrist before you could walk away.

“No, it’s 2 in the morning, I don’t want you out on these streets alone in this outfit, at this hour, I’ll walk you home and then I’ll come back here it’s no big deal.” He says getting up.

You say your goodbye’s to everyone explaining you had a meeting planed tomorrow morning at YG. Dabin kissed your cheek like he always does, telling you to text him once you get home, even though Christian was walking you home.

The walk home was silent; it wasn’t an awkward silence though. Both of you just didn’t feel the need to speak. Just being like this together again was a huge step in the right direction for the both of you. After a few minutes your heels made it harder for you to walk on those damn tiles, so like you always used to do, you linked arms with Christian, stabilizing yourself on these Seoul streets.

Christian looked at you surprised when you did. You didn’t even realize him looking at you because you were too focused on trying not to trip.

“Don’t tell me I have to carry you” Christian said jokingly to lighten the mood.

“I’m good like this, just make sure not to let go of m- FUCK” you almost landed face first onto the sidewalk, but luckily Christian grabbed you by your waist, making sure you didn’t fall down. In the process of almost falling your heel broke, as it was stuck in a hole in between the tiles.

“Fuck y/n be careful” Christian says startled, still holding your waist.

“Nooooo my fucking shoe” you say in an annoyed baby voice, throwing an aegyeo filled tantrum as you take off your expensive as fuck nude Valentino pump looking at it with an almost tearful pout.

Christian bursts out laughing grabbing your face and pulling you into a hug. You bury your face into his chest. Your heart was racing like crazy.  “You’re so cute.” He simply stated caressing your hair. “I’ll buy you new ones, don’t be sad for too long okay.” He chuckled into your hair, kissing the top of your head.

He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t overly touchy, but he cherished moments like these with you, as they have become more rare over the past few weeks.

You stood there lopsided, trapped into his hug as your other shoe was still on.

Christian slowly let go of you. “You have to take the other one off too.” He says squatting down. You lift your foot up for him, holding onto his shoulders for support as he takes off your other shoe.

He gives you the other pump as you stand barefoot, not knowing what to do.

It’s just a few meters to your apartment from here, but the industrial iron stairs that actually led you to your front door were what worried you.

“Come here” he says lifting you off the ground bridal style.

“Christian!” you squeal surprised in a hushed tone. The streets were empty but you still felt kind of embarrassed as he carried you to your apartment and up the stairs. You buried your face into his neck while wrapping your arms around his neck as well.

“Here” he says putting you down. You wobble a little when your feet hit the cold concrete, making Christian cautiously hold onto your waist again. You hand your pumps to him, searching for your key in your handbag.

He waited patiently until you unlocked the door and stood in the doorway, taking your shoes from him again and placing them behind you on the floor.

“Thank you” you say yawning covering your mouth with your hand.

He gave you a warm smile. “Go sleep.” He says caressing your cheek with his thumb. You lazily lean into his hand nodding.

“I’ll call you tomorrow when I wake up okay, I think we both know there are things we have to talk about.”

You were surprised but you finally realized why the mood was so dark when you came back from the restroom back in the club. Dabin probably told Christian he was being a dick, and it worked.

You nod. “Okay” unexpectedly Christian pulls you in for a hug again, wrapping his arms around you, holding your head close to his chest. You wrap your arms around him too and you just stand there.

How long was it? Seconds? Minutes? You didn’t know, but to you it couldn’t’ have been long enough.

He let go of you first looking into your eyes. “I’m sorry.” He said giving you one last look before walking away from you.

After you texted Dabin you got ready for bed. All night you twisted and turned under your sheets thinking of what he was sorry for. Of course you had countless occasions listed in your mind of what he could be sorry for but still it didn’t make sense.

At around 4 you finally seem to fall asleep, but only three hours after your phone started to buzz you awake.

Chapter 2 

His Roommate

pairing: Jungkook x Reader
genre: Smut, fluff if you squint
warning: M for my lack of self-control
word count: 3020

When your boyfriend suggested the two of you spice up your sex life, you never expected that to include time alone with his roommate.

many thanks to @neoworks for giving it a read <3

“P-please. I really can’t control myself anymore.”

Whipping your head around, you aren’t sure if it is the lust intoxicating your consciousness or if there is actually a half-naked Jungkook watching intently as your boyfriend kneads your ass. What the fuck is going on? One moment you were fooling around with Namjoon in his room, and the next his roommate was standing by the door, cheeks flushed as his chest heaves up and down. You slowly withdraw your hand from under Namjoon’s shirt, the desire to trace lazy swirls on his chest suddenly nonexistent.

“Jungkook. God, what the fuck?” You feel Namjoon’s warm hands on your bottom shift to lift you on to the mattress, leaving you needy and greedy as he turns to address the younger man. Your boyfriend scoots himself to the edge of the bed, his long legs dangling over the wooden frame as he runs a frustrated hand through his pale, pink locks. “You choose now of all time to bring this up.”

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A/N: Request from anon. Oh, I very much enjoyed writing this. It was too perfect. I combined it with some of my own ideas and well… I guess I got a little carried away. So without further ado… Enjoy, everyone! ;-)

Words: 3829 (oops)
Warnings: smut

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Adam Driver talks Star Wars in the new issue of Esquire

This is an excerpt I pulled from the December 2017 issue, written by Wyatt Mason. No spoilers. He just talks process.


And so Driver finds it hard to watch himself act. And so he does not. When he goes to a premiere, after he walks the red carpet with his wife—actor Joanne Tucker—and the pregame is done, and she goes to their seats, he slips away. She watches the movie. 

Driver goes to the greenroom and waits, or leaves, or has dinner. He comes back, does the talk-back onstage, goes to the party. Or, as he did in October for the premiere of The Meyerowitz Stories (New and Selected), the Noah Baumbach movie in which he has a single scene, he sits there with Tucker, and when his scene looms, he “put my head down and closed my eyes.” Driver has, however, violated his no-watch rule.

The Force Awakens, he told me, “is the only movie I’ve sat with an audience and watched.” Once, at J. J. Abrams’s offices, he saw it with an audience of three other organic life-forms—Carrie Fisher and her dog, Gary, and Daisy Ridley, who stars as Rey—and two more times, in London and L. A., with premiere audiences. 

In L. A., he was with Tucker and some family members. “Joanne hadn’t seen it. I didn’t tell her anything about it. I didn’t tell her I kill Han Solo.” Guests of Lupita Nyong’o, who plays Maz Kanata, were sitting behind him and Tucker. “Credits started, the whole scroll at the beginning, and they start screaming, ‘Oh my God! It’s happening.’ And I flash-forward to where I killed Han, and I got really sick, and went really cold, waiting for when it was over, you know…”

What did he think of his performance?

“I… I have lots of thoughts. There’s things that I want to change. I’ll see it and I’m like, ‘That’s not coming across.’ So then I’ll talk to Joanne about it afterward and she’ll be like, ‘What I got from it is this.’ I’m like, ‘Okay, that is what’s coming across. Good. Because that’s not what I got from what it is I saw.’ I just obsessively cycle it over in my mind.” 

Just as there are directors who can take up a lot of air and space,” J. J. Abrams told me by phone, “there are actors who can do the same. I could imagine a version of an actor whose process is about getting attention, or about being more the subject of the process than a sherpa to get us all there. But none of what Adam does has anything to do with anything other than doing his best work.” 

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Richie Tozier: Cat got your Tongue

Request  “ Hi! Can you do a Richiexreader imagine where he has a crush on you (Beverly’s best friend) and the others don’t think it’s serious so when Beverly invites her to the lake Richie is very nervous and the others tease him so much that the reader is confused and uncomfortable so she leaves but Richie goes after her and confesses?” - Anon

A/N  → I can’t tell if it’s too fast paced or if it’s just because i’ve re-read this 100 times. I hope you like it!

Pairing → Richie Tozier x Reader (She/Her Pronouns)

Warnings  → none


“I uh. I’m just gonna go- Bee, I’ll um…see you tomorrow?” You said to Beverly, turning on your heel with a feeble wave.

Without an answer, you hastily shucked your denim jacket over your underwear and made the awkward and quick climb up to the Quarry’s path, leading in and out. Your cheeks burned, and you were awfully hot considering you had just climbed out of the water.

Were they laughing at you? No… Were they?

You had arrived, and clung to Beverly. Her being the only other girl, and the only other person you knew, as you tried to enjoy the day. But every time you turned your back, you heard snickers and bickering and hushed swears. Don’t take it personally. You insisted to yourself. It’s probably just an in-joke you weren’t privy to. Beverly wouldn’t hang out with a bunch of assholes.


“You bunch of assholes” hissed Beverly, smacking Stan and Eddie softly.

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The Arrangement (pt 4)

The Monday after the party, Jimin sat at his desk, typing away on his computer. After what seemed like hours, the ringing of his desk phone took his attention off of his computer. He was expecting his assistant to call, but instead he hears the familiar voice of his mother. 

“Sonnnnn” she sang out. “How are you?”.

“Omma!” Jimin said with a smile on his face. No matter what the job, Jimin would always put it on pause if it meant he was talking to his mother. “I’m good. How are you and Appa?” he asks, relaxing into his chair. 

“We’re good sweetheart. How is Y/n?” she asks. He could practically hear the smile on her face, but upon hearing your name, his own smile faltered. 

“good good” he says, half heartedly. Since the day of the party, he had started seeing you in a somewhat different light. Sure, he still hated being married to you and he was pretty sure he didn’t have any positive feelings about you, but once he realized that you too were most likely suffering and also missed your parents, he took his coldness down a notch. Or so he thought. 

“Well son, I have a favor to ask of you and Y/N” his mom said.

“Anything for you omma, what do you need?” Jimin said, thinking nothing of what was about to be asked. Anything for his mother meant quite literally anything. 

“Well you see, we’re having repairs done at the house and we thought we might as well go ahead and redecorate the house while we were at it. But you see, a lot of dust is flying around the house with all the work going around and pretty soon, we’re having work done in our bedroom and bathroom so it seems like me and your father don’t really have a place to stay for a few weeks. Do you think we can stay at your place till the repairs are done? I promise, you two lovebirds won’t even notice we are there!” She said, excitedly.

Ok…anything but that.

“Uh…but what about your vacation homes?” Jimin tried.

“Oh don’t be silly darling. Those are all either out of the city or out of the country. Your father still has to go to work! We don’t really want to stay at a hotel but if you insist…” She said. She knew her son was going to say yes. But it was fun teasing him anyways. 

“What, no no don’t stay at at hotel. Of course you can stay over at our place mom” Jimin said, suddenly nervous. 

“Oh perfect! This will be fun darling, I promise. Now I can spend some time with both my son and daughter! I can’t wait to tell your father. We’ll be there tomorrow night then, darling!” She said, hanging up the phone immediately. 

“Uh..bye?” Jimin said, still pretty shocked. 

Great. Just Great. Now I have to run this by Y/N and put on an act for a few weeks. I guess mom and dad can sleep in the guest room downstairs next to Y/N’s room…SHIT! Jimin suddenly realized that his parents expected them to be sharing a room, not be living like complete strangers. But that would mean they had to move all of your things from your room to the master bedroom where he slept. 

Great. 


Your day went about as it usually did. You packed your things and headed home after a long work day and as you were driving, you were thinking about what to cook for dinner. Over a period of months, you started to pick up on Jimin’s eating habits and made mental notes to avoid certain foods after noticing him pick out certain foods or not eat a dish altogether. 

You entered the quiet house and went to your room to change. You changed into your favorite silk purple night gown, expecting the house empty. Some of your friends brought you the nightgown as a joke to “seduce Jimin with your incredible bod” but jokes on them, because there was no seducing done. But you loved how the silk felt on your skin and who cares if your husband didn’t admire you in the dress, you admired yourself. “You are one sexy lady” you told yourself as you stared at the mirror. You let out a little giggle and went to the kitchen to make food. You looked at the time and realized it was only 6pm, giving you hours before Jimin would return home. 

You grabbed your phone and connected your bluetooth to the small speakers in the kitchen. You weren’t incredibly fond of cooking, but you rather have a home cooked meal instead of eating out all the time. You were never there to see if and when Jimin at what you made for dinner, but you made some for him anyways without fail. 

You scrolled through all your playlists and decided you were in the mood for dance music. The music filled the room and soon filled the entire house as you began cooking a simple meal. Before you knew it, you were singing along at the top of your lungs and your hips swayed to the music. Sure, you were kind of making a mess in the kitchen, but you always cleaned up after yourself. 


Jimin had made it home directly from work for the first time since the wedding. He didn’t know what time you came home usually, but he always knew you were home before he was. There was always a meal waiting for him. As the months went on, he realized he was less and less picky with his food. He had to admit, your food was quite delicious, but he never made any effort to let you know that. 

He was pacing back and forth in his room, wondering how to break the news to you and put on an act to convince his parents. He wasn’t even sure how long his parents were going to stay. He thought he heard the door open, but he dismissed it. 

But moments later, he heard music coursing through the house and to say he was surprised was an understatement. “Talk Dirty” started echoing through the house and while he was familiar with the song, he was surprised it playing at his own house. Surely it wasn’t you listening to the song, right? Some stranger just walked in and started playing it??

Out of curiosity, Jimin quietly walked out of his room and in the direction of the music. To his huge surprise, he found you in the kitchen. Dancing and singing at the top of your lungs, all the while trying to cut up some vegetables with your back facing him. What surprised him the most was what you were wearing though. 

The purple night dress was moving along with you and the music and revealed…quite a bit. Jimin realized you were beautiful but damn…this was a whole new level. He’s never seen so much of your bare skin, and he felt a little embarrassed standing there. Realizing that he was just staring at this point and it would be 10x more embarrassing if you found him just staring, he decided to make his presence known. He cleared his throat a little, but you still couldn’t hear him over the music. He tried a few more times, but failing a little more. 

Realizing he was never going to get your attention this way, he just walked straight up behind you and tapped on your shoulder.

You literally screamed when you felt the contact. Not once has someone been home at this time other than you and your first instinct was to think that some thief walked in and had the audacity to come tap on your shoulder. So in your defense, you screamed and turned around with the knife held in both your hands.

But to your surprise, you found your husband with his eyes wide in shock and hands up in the air as if to say he surrenders. 

“Woah calm down, it’s just me” he said.

“Oh my god, Jimin what the hell! You scared me!” you said as you turned down the music. You mentally scolded yourself for your choice in music. Of course, today was the day you decided to play this song and dance along. 

“Sorry sorry” Jimin said, placing his arms back down to his sides. He couldn’t help but laugh at the situation.

You eyed him funny, signaling him to stop. 

“What are you doing home..?” you asked, slowly. 

“What, I can’t come home?” he asks.

“No, it’s just you’re never here at this time…” you say, not meeting his eyes.

“That’s what you think…for all you know I could have just been in my room” he says, teasing you. He doesn’t know why he did it, but he was glad when he saw the shock hit your face and a deep red blush creep up on your cheeks. It was rather cute, he thought.

“O-Oh..I-I never thought about that” you say, in all honesty.

“I’m just kidding. But I actually had something to run by you” he says, suddenly turning serious again. You were a little sad once his smile faded.

“Yeah?” you asked.

“So, my parents having repairs done at their house and my mom asked if her and my dad could stay over till the repairs are done” he said. 

“Of course!” you say, smiling brightly. You may not love her son, but you certainly loved Jimin’s mom. You treated her like your own mother. And the same went for her father. They were such lovely people. “How long are the repairs going to take?” you asked. You were expecting a day or two but…

“A few weeks” he said, running his hands through his hair nervously.

“A few weeks?!” you say, slightly louder than you wanted. 

“Why? Is that a problem?” he asked

“oh, no. I just wasn’t expecting that.” you said. “Wait so that means….” you started.

“We’re going to have keep up the act of a happy marriage” he finished. You could only nod. 

“That also means…we’re going to have to move your things into my room if we’re going to make this believable” he continued. Your eyes widened in shock. Of course you had to do that, how could you forget?

“Oh…right” you said nervously. 

“It’s fine, I have a couch in my room that I can sleep on. You can take the bed” Jimin offered. He didn’t especially like sleeping on the couch, but with the situation on hand, he didn’t really have much of a choice. 

“Oh..ok. That should be fine I guess. When are they coming?” you asked, already making notes in your head of what to prepare beforehand.

“Tomorrow night” Jimin says. 

“Oh, that doesn’t give us much time at all!” you say. 

“Yeah, so I was planning on taking the day off from work tomorrow move some of your things from your room to mine. If you can tell me what to move beforehand, I can have that ready by the time you’re home and then you can just move all the smaller things?” he offered again. You were slightly shocked by his kind offer, but you realized he was only doing this because his parents were staying. 

“Don’t be silly. I’ll take the day off too and we can do that together. I have some things I’d like to prepare for their stay as well” you say. 

“oh..ok then” Jimin said, not really knowing what else to say. 

“Well…I guess that’s it then? I still have quite a bit left to cook for dinner. I’ll let you know when it’s done?” you asked with sudden confidence. 

“Oh sure. That’s fine” Jimin says as he begins to walk away. You turn back around to finish cutting your vegetables when you hear “Hey Y/n?” you turn to face Jimin once again, “Thank you” he says. 

You give him a small smile and nod and turn back to your veggies. You realized that this was the longest conversation you have ever had with your husband. And why were you so excited about it?

You didn’t have much time to think about it though because you had lots to prepare for the upcoming weeks. If only you knew how much your life was going to change. 


A/n: Awh I actually liked this part. Hope y’all liked it. Let me know what you think? want a part 5? 

Previous parts: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Moving to A New Home

Moving to a new home can be daunting and complicated at times, especially if it’s something you’re doing on your own. I promise that no matter how stressful it may seem, this process will become exciting and invigorating for you to conquer. Regardless as to whether you’re moving across state lines or to a new country, the adventure begins now! I hope this helps babes.

Before You Move

1. List it up. Make a list of everything that you will need to accomplish before you are ready to move. This includes items that need to be packed, people that need to be contacted, pet accommodations, etc. I love lists, but you may not, so use any organizational technique that works for you.

2. Divide and conquer. After you’ve made your list, organize items based off of how much time they’ll take you. Packing will be fairly time-consuming, so this is something you’ll want to invite friends over for and break up over several days. I like to have “moving” parties whenever I’m getting ready to move, essentially I buy some chips and dip, play some Trap, and invite my friends over to act as my minions. Something like canceling your subscription to Cosmo will take you very little time and energy to do, so it’s something you can do when you’re ready for a stress-free activity.

3. Contact companies. Speaking of canceling your Cosmo subscription, you will need to update your address with all of the companies you use. If you’re no longer going to be using that company, you’ll need to call them and tell them when to end your service. If you’re going to continue to using that company, you’ll have to call them and tell that you’ll need an address change. Give them the exact date you’ll be moving so that they can backdate your information. Some examples of companies:

  • DMV in the county you’re moving to (if you’re going to drive)
  • Your doctor’s office
  • Your college (even if you graduated, they send out alumni letters all the time)
  • Your credit/debit card company
  • Your bank
  • Your phone company
  • Any government programs you’re a part of
  • Any companies that you have loans with
  • Your health insurance company
  • Your auto insurance company
  • Amazon

4. Set up. Nobody likes living without internet in this modern age, so make sure to call your internet/cable provider for your new home and setup an installation date ahead of time. Do the same for your electric company, although they will probably be able to activate your electricity remotely.

5. Send ahead. If possible, send/drop off some of your items ahead of time. If you have a family member or a friend that lives nearby where you’ll be staying, ask if they can hold a few boxes for you. You can also mail yourself packages and ask your local post office to hold them for you, but you’ll need to arrange that ahead of time.

6. Forwarding address. You will inevitably forget something, so make sure to leave your forwarding address and contact information with your landlord, college, ex-roommate, etc.

During Moving

1. Take your time. Don’t try to unpack everything in one day! Take some time to explore your new space, and decide where to put everything in a leisurely way. There is no set schedule for moving.

2. Assistance. If you have friends/family helping you make the move, assign them specific tasks so that nobody spends their time pestering you and asking “what do you need help with?”. You can even decide these tasks ahead of time, during your plane or car ride over.

3. Be neighborly. You’ll likely meet some neighbors during this process, and make sure to stop and greet them, even if you’re in the middle of something. First impressions do matter, even when they shouldn’t, and spending thirty seconds to greet someone in a parking lot may save you a lot of hardship in the long run. Ask your neighbors to recommend local attractions, places to eat, what laundromats to use, etc.

4. Check everything. Walk around your new home and make sure that everything is as it should be. Make sure all the light switches work, all the doors open, that the cabinets are empty, that everything has been cleaned properly, etc. Address anything that is not right immediately in a letter to your new landlord. 

After You’re Settled (Specifically for Living Alone)

1. PKW. Phone, keys, wallet. Every time you go anywhere. Check twice. The worst part of living on your own is having to rely on yourself to never forget to lock yourself out or leave your wallet at a sandwich shop in a mall. Make absolutely sure you have duplicates of your keys (I would get a couple made) and give one to a friend who lives nearby who you can count on. I also like to keep an extra set inside the apartment itself in a secure place, just in case. Your landlord can let you in during office hours, but giving a key to a trustworthy friend helps you 24/7.

2. Cleaning routine. You don’t have to sit down at a writing desk and draft this out, but spend a few minutes coming up with a basic cleaning regime for you to follow. It’s definitely easier to do a little each day, but if that doesn’t work for your schedule set aside at least an hour and a half during your time off to get your apartment spotless. I don’t know about you, but whenever I deep clean my apartment I feel like I’m living in a hotel for a day, and I absolutely love it.

3. Make a “moving” shopping list. This is everything you will need (minus food) for your first week at your new place. Do a big shop, and get all the essentials out of the way: first aid kit, cleaning supplies, tape, cat food, etc. Your first week moving into your new place will be stressful enough, you don’t want to be halfway through setting up your living room and realize that you forgot to buy trash bags.

4. Secure yourself. I’m not the most agile or fast person in the world, and I do live in a mid-sized city that has a good deal of crime. The apartment complex I live in is very safe, but I still like to double lock my front door at night. It might be smart to keep some pepper spray or a baseball bat somewhere in your apartment, just in case.

5. Stay social. Even the most anti-social person gets lonely. Make sure to hang out with your friends, not just your co-workers, your actual friends. Get out off your apartment every few days and go see a movie, get a cup of coffee, go people watching at the park, etc. It’s easy to get depressed if you’re living alone and doing the same things the same way every day- allow yourself to mix it up.

6. Meal prep. It can be stressful and seem useless to cook complicated or “fancy” meals when you’re living on your own. Plan your meals for the week and make a list before going shopping. Get yourself enough food to make a variety of dinners that will only take you fifteen minutes. If you do want to go crazy and make steak and mashed potatoes for yourself, make enough for two meals. Also, nobody is going to think poorly of you for stocking your fridge with a couple frozen dinners.

7. Customer service. Living alone means that you are going to be doing a lot of talking to customer service representatives. Get comfortable talking to people over the phone. Tell the rep what you need as quickly as you can, and try to be polite because customer service at a phone center is a garbage job that doesn’t pay well. On the flip side, don’t be afraid to ask for a manager if you’re upset or unhappy with your service. Take their survey at the end of your phone call, tell them how unhappy you are. It’s someone’s shitty job to look at all those surveys, no complaint goes unheard. Companies with great phone service: Verizon, Apple, Amazon. Companies with awful phone service: USPS (literally the worst), electric companies, health insurance companies.

8. Guest space. This is not required, but it’s a good idea to have some sort of space for a friend to stay the night. A friend of mine had a bad breakup, showed up at my apartment with ten minute’s notice, and then fell asleep on my couch after an hour of crying. It as 7:30! Whatever, she needed it. Keep an extra blanket and pillow in your closet, I like to keep travel sized shampoos and conditioners in my bathroom cabinet on the off chance a guest wants to use my shower. I got these at a hotel for free, but they’re available at CVS and other pharmacies.

9. Toilet paper. Don’t let yourself run out of toilet paper! I like to buy more when I notice I only have one roll left. The same deal goes for paper towels.

10. Enjoy. Living on your own is simoltaneously exciting and exhausting, but an all around must-have experience. Enjoy the freedom to forget to make the bed, to decorate your bathroom however you want, to have ice cream for dinner, to watch reruns of Friends and cry when Rachel decides to move to France. Make sure to give yourself lots of space to move at your own pace, but please remember to eat three meals a day and to go to the doctor’s for a checkup at least once a year!

Making Friends and Staying Social

First things first- we as humans are social creatures. We seek out social interaction, even the most antisocial person in the world still needs the occasional stimulating conversation. Don’t stress about making friends, it’ll happen one way or another.

The best friendships are created organically, but that said, there are some things you can do to quicken the process.

1. Friends by proximity.  Be social and inquisitive when meeting your new co-workers and that openness will help you create fast friendships. Ask lots of questions, people love it when you ask them lots of questions about things. Remember elementary school? Remember how easy it was to make friends then? You’ve got this.

2. Places. Hang out at places that you would normally hang out with your friends. Scope out cool bookstores and cozy coffeeshops, and be on the lookout for similar-minded people. Find reasons to talk to these strangers, whether that means asking them for directions, what they’re drinking, etc. The next time you run into them, you’ll be able to start up a conversation.

3. Events. One of the quickest ways to make lots of new friends is to join a group that meets weekly that does something that’s important to you. This could be anything from a book club, to a Dungeons and Dragons game, to volunteer work. Go to your local library and read the bulletin board looking for groups that interest you. You may have to get on the internet to find something close by. At the very least you’ll have a weekly social event to go to where you won’t feel out of place.

4. Neighborly. This next one depends on you, but if you have cool looking new neighbors introduce yourselves to them. Hit them up at random and say something casual like “I was going to go out for a drink, wanna join?” Planning things in advance puts pressure on acquaintances, so try to be spontaneous.

anonymous asked:

Hey can you show jealous jensen moments i think its so cute!

DID SOMEONE SAID JEALOUS!JENSEN? 

Originally posted by stayclassysupernatural

Let me tell you something, Nonnie. Jensen is one possessive SOB. Someone glomps his boy? Jensen is having none of it! 

Originally posted by demonsigetpeoplearecrazy

Alright, that’s enough! [x]:

Oh yeah? He hugged you? I can hug you better!  [x]:

Oh, this shit is just unacceptable, better not look at it  [x]:

Are you having fun without me?

Originally posted by purgatory-maybe86

Twice on the same weekend? [x]:

He is also not very amused when people touch that beautiful hair [x]:

Chuck forbid Jared touches someone else [x]:

Kisses someone else [x]:

Or gushes about someone else [x]:

Or, you know, gives them lap dances [x]:

Or the “business” [x]:

And also (the classic from season 1) Jensen doesn’t like pretty guest stars laughing with his soon-to-be-boyfriend [x]:

I’m sure there’s more jelly Jensen out there. Feel free to add stuff :D Jealous Jensen is my jam. 

PS. Sorry for taking some time to answer, real life got into the way, and I’m not very good at adulting, so it always takes me twice as much to get my shit in order.