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#kdramawomensweek || day eight: Happy International Women’s Day

Yoo Eun Jae (Park Hye Soo), Yoon Jin Myung (Han Ye Ri), Jung Ye Eun (Han Seung Yeon) , Kang Yi Na (Ryu Hwa Young), Song Ji Won (Park Eun Bin) ↦ Age of Youth (2016)

“Others are just like me. Other people are people, just like I am. They feel as uncomfortable as I do, and hesitate, just like I do. There are plenty of people who are as nice as I am.”  - Eun Jae

“Everyone has their own circumstances to deal with. And until you know the circumstances they’re in, you can’t tell people how to live their lives. I’m sure you have something like that about you, too. Something that others can’t understand about you, but you can’t help. That’s why you can’t judge people.” - Ji Won  

“I hate you because I want to become like you, but can’t. So I can’t help but hate you. That’s why it smells. There’s a rotting smell coming from my envy.” - Yi Na

“Sometimes, I want to cry out loud. I want someone to hear me crying. I want them to hear me cry, and tell me everything will be okay. I want someone to pat me on the back, and tell me that it’s not my fault.” - Jin Myung

“Lies may be similar to makeup. Just like one puts on makeup to hide their naked face, people use lies to hide the truth. I tell more and more lies as my makeup gets thicker. Since when did I start feeling that going out with no makeup on was embarrassing? Since when did I become so ashamed of the truth?” - Ye Eun

Each of the Belle Epoque girls is meant to play some sort of female archetype. Eun Jae is the painfully shy introvert, who would sooner walk over hot coals than willingly enter into conflict with someone. Ji Won is her near-perfect opposite, loud and bubbly, the perennial friend. Yi Na is the femme fatale, dangerous and seductive. Jin Myung is the Good Daughter, putting herself through college while paying off her mother’s debts, incurred while her brother lays comatose in a hospital bed. Ye Eun is the quintessential girl. The one who dresses just as she’s supposed to, the one with the frat boy boyfriend, with equally perfectly-dressed girlfriends to link arms with and walk around campus, giggling over the latest gossip. 

Yet, they’re so much more than these skeletal stereotypes might’ve forced them to be. 

Eun Jae swallows her anger until she can’t anymore, until she boils over. She tosses Ye Eun’s designer handbag out the window and screams at her housemates. When we dig a little deeper, we see that she has nightmares. That she’d been brave enough to protect her mother when she’d suspected that her father might kill her.

Ji Won knows everyone, making friends is as easy for her as breathing. She is the glue that holds the Belle Epoque girls together. And she’s a pathological liar. Falsehoods slip out for her as easily as the truth does. She tells tall tales, spinning them until she can no longer take it back. Yet, even as she spins her web of lies (with the ghost inside the apartment), she holds the girls together. Though her “ghost” is a made-up story, each of her roommates has heaps of baggage. That little lie in the end allows them to come to terms with their pasts and face their problems. She is the anchor; without her, they drift.

Yi Na suffers from a serious case of survivors guilt, to the extent that she carries the little girl who died when she lived, around with her like baggage. She looks after her housemates like a mama bear, protecting them (see: Ye Eun) even when they don’t wish to be. She carries heaps of self-loathing along with her designer bags, flashes her luxuries at her friends even as she envies them. 

Jin Myung stretches herself fifty different ways trying to do it all. And she wishes her brother would die, and put them all out of their misery. She wishes her mother would choose her, for once. She wishes she would stop having to be the one to sacrifice. She provides for them still. But she resents and she loathes, and it tears her apart.

Ye Eun shows off her perfect life, her perfect love life, while suffering through an abusive relationship. Through a petty, small, excuse of a man who puts her down at every opportunity. He is her captor, and though she knows what he does is wrong, she can’t help but crave his affection. She let’s go, eventually. She begins to overcome the abuse, one day. She’ll carry on with her life, because it’s what they do.

Every single one of these incredibly special girls has a spine of steel.

The media, society has a horrible track record when it comes to forcing women into boxes, restricting our actions. Yet Age of Youth takes hold of these archetypes and shows us all that there is no “one size fits all”. That one shoe fitting doesn’t mean it’s the only one you can wear.

Happy International Women’s Day, everyone!

Bunny (M) | MYG

PLAYBOY MANSION AU.

When you were offered to spend your life in a mansion with one of the most richest men in the world, Min Yoongi, to be a “sex slave”, you didn’t expect that accepting his offer would reveal a whole new world you didn’t know about.

WARNINGS: Smut & mentions of drugs and alcohol.

PAIRING: Min Yoongi x Reader.

Min Yoongi.

Fuck, you despised how his name made your heart flutter in ways you couldn’t describe. You hated that as soon as his name rolled off somebody’s tongue, you felt like you were melting to the ground. But by far, you hated when other women talked about their sexual encounters with Yoongi. It sparked a flame inside of you that you couldn’t burn out, no matter how hard you tried.

You gripped the bottle of wine in your hands, which once stood in front of you, and debated whether to drink the alcoholic beverage, or to not. You craved every drop of wine contained in the small glass bottle, knowing that with every sip you would take, would drown the pain you felt away.

All you could think about was how you were not in control of your own life.

Every action you took would no doubt be controlled by Yoongi’s orders, but even so, you couldn’t help but fall madly in love with him. God, you were completely head over heels for him, like most of the women in this room with you tonight.

Yes, you were not completely alone.

You sat by yourself as tons of women partied around you, until they would pass out, from either being too drunk, or from being insanely high on drugs.

The sad thing was, you lived with these women. You lived in the same mansion with them 24/7, and you were sick of it.

But you didn’t just live with women. You also lived with the man you were crazy for.

It was wrong to adore Min Yoongi in the way you did. Yoongi used women for their bodies, and you were one of those women. Yoongi touched other people in ways he touched you, and the very thought of it made you sick.

“Hey, you gonna drink that?” Someone asked you.

You turned around to see who the voice belonged to, only to be met with a stranger you had never seen around the mansion before. ‘She must be new..’ You thought. She gestured towards the wine bottle you held in your hands, and you hesitated for a moment before replying.

“Uh.. No, you can have it.” You said, handing her the bottle.

It hurt you that Yoongi still brought in new people to live in the mansion. More people meant more people for Yoongi to fuck around with. You sighed as your thoughts consumed your brain, only dragging you further into the deep, dark abyss of sadness. You wondered if Yoongi had forgotten about you. I mean, it had been a while since Yoongi last fucked you.

Well, hell, it had been a while since you last saw Yoongi at all.

You figured you shouldn’t dwell on it too much because you could feel yourself becoming a complete mess already. You contemplated heading straight to your bedroom earlier, but if Yoongi found out you had ditched your “girlfriends” at the party, he would of punished you.

You stared down at your hands, realising you probably looked like a complete and utter idiot on your own.

I mean, it was even to the point where you didn’t even want to move anymore, and just stay frozen to your spot. It was like you were thinking in a movie - if you don’t move, they won’t see you.

 “Hm, if it isn’t my favourite bunny.” A familiar voice interrupted your thoughts.

You looked to your right to see him, in the flesh - Min fucking Yoongi. You wanted to throw your arms around him, and tell him you missed him, but he seemed to have beat you to it. Well, apart from him throwing his arms around you.

“I’ve missed you, bunny. It’s been too long.”

You blushed. “Where have you been?”

You regretted your question immediately, hoping he wouldn’t mention anything about him being too occupied with other women. Yoongi smiled at your curiosity.

“I’ve been busy with work.” He simply replied. You looked at him quizzically.

He worked?

It was as if Yoongi had read your mind, as he let out a deep chuckle. ”What? You think because I’m rich, I just laze around?”

Your eyes widened. “No! I didn’t mean it like-”

“Hush, Princess, I’m just kidding.”

There was a comfortable silence that settled between the both of you. You both just gazed into each others eyes with smiles that graced your faces. You loved the smile Yoongi would give you. It was always so genuine.

“Do you want to go upstairs?” Yoongi asked.

You laughed in your head at him. Yoongi would always subtly ask you for sex, because he didn’t want to flat out command you to fuck him. Although Yoongi had rules, he didn’t like to force anyone into sex. Yoongi always asked for consent.

“Sure.” You agreed to his offer, already getting excited for what was about to come. You had been waiting for this moment to come around yet again for so long.


“I wasn’t lying, you know..” Yoongi started as he forcefully pushed you onto the bed, causing you to fall backwards. You stared up at him with lustful eyes. “You really are my favourite.” He grinned down at you, admiring how you looked beneath him. “You’re my good Bunny. You’re always on your best behaviour for me, aren’t you?”

You smiled innocently. “Of course, Daddy.”

Yoongi unbuttoned his white shirt, exposing his torso and my, my, this was the sight you had longed for, for a while. At this point, you didn’t care that Yoongi used you for meaningless sex. You needed Yoongi. You were far too invested in waiting for Yoongi to fill you up with his length to worry about the whole situation being dead wrong. Having sex with him only lead you on further.

“I’ve been thinking about you wrapped around me for too long now.” Yoongi admitted. “I bet you’re going to feel so tight around Daddy’s cock.”

Yoongi’s dirty talk was always so sinful, especially as his voice was so incredibly deep. You could already feel yourself soaking straight through your underwear, and he hadn’t even touched you yet. You let out a shaky breath, notifying Yoongi that his voice had effected you.

“Please, Yoongi.. “ You whispered softly. “I need you to fuck me. I can’t wait anymore.” Your pleads only turned Yoongi on even further, but he knew he couldn’t give you exactly what you wanted just yet. He leaned over your body, settling himself between your thighs and grinding himself against your clothed heat. You gasped at the friction, throwing your head back and letting out a small whimper. 

“You need to be patient. Does Daddy need to remind you of the rules again, sweetheart?” 

Of course, you knew every single rule off by heart. You had lived in Min Yoongi’s mansion for almost a year. You lived by his rules every single day, and you never dared to break them.

“N-No, Daddy.” You tugged at your bottom lip, knowing that when you did that, it drove Yoongi absolutely insane. At your action, it caused Yoongi to press his lips against yours, spreading a new warmth through your body. The tingling sensation brought a smile to your lips, which Yoongi had taken a notice to. He pulled away from the passionate kiss you both shared, and your now swollen lips were only yearning for his touch yet again. You couldn’t help yourself but reach out to let your hands roam his naked chest, your finger tips lightly pressing against his stomach.

Yoongi pulled your hands slowly away from his chest and pushed them up, your upper arms by either side of your head. He pulled off your top, licking his lips as his gaze trailed down your chest. 

“Mm, you’re so perfect, Bunny.” Yoongi mumbled, burying his head into the side of your neck. Your breath hitched as he sucked at your sensitive skin, your hands instinctively yanking on Yoongi’s soft, black locks. 

“Y-Yoongi..” You moaned out. 

Your eyes widened as your mind processed what you just called him. You were meant to call him Daddy during sexual intercourse, and strictly not by anything else.

But, surprisingly, Yoongi didn’t say anything of it. You thought that maybe he just didn’t notice.

His hands fumbled down to the button of your jeans, undoing them while he still continued to leave hickeys on your neck, marking you as his property. 

It wasn’t long before your clothes were completely removed, and Yoongi stood up, staring down at your body, marvelling the sight of you. 

He wasn’t usually like this.

Yoongi would just rough fuck you, as quickly as he could, like he did with the other women he used, and then tell you to get out of his bedroom after he got what he wanted. But, Yoongi was taking his time with you. He wanted to make you feel good. And for the first time in his life, he didn’t care about how he felt whatsoever. His goal was to please you.

Once he soon slipped his length between your soaking wet folds, ever so slowly, you let out a whine. He was being extremely careful with you, practically treating you like you were a precious china doll, as if the slightest movement would make you break. Yoongi muttered out a “fuck”, realising even more than he had before that you felt incredible around him. He preferred how you felt to other women. You were always so tight for him and he loved it.

Yoongi pulled himself out from your entrance, only to gradually ease himself back in again. You let out a groan in desperation.

“Please.. Faster.”

Yoongi smirked. A part of him wanted to wreck you, and thrust himself in and out of you like no tomorrow, but another part of him just wanted to slow fuck you. He wanted to last as long as he could. Yoongi could see how desperate you were for him to quicken up his pace, and he just couldn’t bring himself to ignore your begs once again. 

Yoongi slammed himself more roughly into you, wanting to reach as deep inside of you as he could. Yoongi tightly held onto your thighs, throwing his head back as he let himself indulge in the pleasure he felt.

“Daddy!” You yelled, your eyes practically rolling to the back of your head. You felt yourself trembling, knowing that at any moment you would be clenching around Yoongi’s cock, cumming all over him. Your heart raced, each thrust Yoongi took bringing you closer and closer to your climax. 

“S-say my name, Bunny.” Yoongi ordered.

You yelled out Yoongi’s name as loudly as you could. You liked calling Yoongi ‘Daddy’, but to be given the freedom to finally say his real name added to your exhilaration.

“That’s it, Bunny. I want you to scream my name so the sluts downstairs can hear how good I make you feel.”

And there it was.

Yoongi’s words alone made you cum. You cried his name as you came, Yoongi still snapping his hips into you. Soon, his hips stuttered, and that was when you could tell he was about to release.

“Fuck!” Yoongi cursed as he reached his high. You watched as Yoongi slowed his movements, your body twitching from immense pleasure. He collapsed by the side of you, a thin layer of sweat coating his forehead. Strands of his hair clung to his skin, and you treasured the sight of him while you could.

You had expected Yoongi to tell you to leave his room right away, but to your surprise, Yoongi embraced you into a hug and held you close against him. You wasn’t used to him being affectionate but you sure as hell rathered the way he was acting right in this moment. Your mind wandered a little, pondering why on earth Yoongi was holding you securely in his arms, however, you were not complaining. You wished you could just lie with him forever.

“I love you.” You whispered. At first, you didn’t know if you said the words aloud or not, fooling yourself that maybe you didn’t actually say such a thing in front of him. Before you entered Yoongi’s mansion to become one of his “sex slave’s”, he specifically told you that you were not allowed to grow any romantic feelings for him because he didn’t want to have to deal with being in a relationship. He wasn’t ready for that type of commitment. 

But the way Yoongi looked at you had confirmed the fact that you did say those three words aloud, and your heart pounded, knocking against your ribs. Yoongi stared at you, for what felt like hours, but in reality, was only for a minute, before he opened his mouth to reply.

“I love you too.”

Burn out.

Burn out is a real thing that happens and it sucks. But the silver lining is that it means you worked really effing hard.

I always thought it wasn’t a real thing. I thought burn out happens because you gave up or got into drugs or something, because that’s how it’s portrayed in the media. I’ve been really burnt out a couple times in my life, and I absolutely refused to take breaks, because burn out doesn’t exist, right? I pushed through it and pushed and pushed until I had nothing left to give, because that’s what I was taught to do. I never stopped working – I wouldn’t even give myself a break during the summer. At the time, it seemed like the right thing to do.

Because of all this burn out, I didn’t do well. I didn’t do well academically, in my personal, everything, because I had absolutely no energy. I had no brain power. Failing in my life made me push even harder and refuse even the tiniest breaks, because failures shouldn’t be taking breaks. In reality, giving myself a short amount of time, like part of a summer, to do nothing instead of cramming my schedule full of academic and social obligations, I probably wouldn’t have done terribly.

It’s a great thing to work hard, but you also need to work smart. Know what you’re capable of. Know when you need to take breaks. You might need it.

hey everybody, and thank you for joining us for another episode of million dollars but. 

Wait a minute...

Is that? Rinko Kikuchi?

HOLY SHIT

IT IS HER! Three of my babies are back, Newton, Gottlieb and Kikuchi-san, but… WHERE THE HELL IS RALEIGH? Where’s my Becket boy?

anonymous asked:

Do you think that Rose and Kanaya were originally going to be moirails, and that their being girlfriends was OOC and detrimental to their characters? Generally, what do you think of rosemary?

Well, it’s @rosemarymonth and I’ve wanted to talk about Rosemary and why I think the canon gets WAY too little credit with regards to their execution for ages so I may as well do it now. 

Keep in mind, of course, that I am a dude and in no way want any wlw to feel I’m shutting down critiques of Homestuck’s flaws in this regard. I think that’s perfectly valid, this is just my reading. I’ll be interested in seeing what people have to say. 

I don’t get to talk about Rosemary enough anyway, so I’ll also take you up on it and go over why I love Rosemary and why I think readings that they were “meant to be moirails” and “go ooc” is straight up just misreading the text, because the comic is actually pretty clear in broadcasting its intent.

Keep reading

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@espersona​​ week, Day 2: Awakening

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onthebanksoftheriverstupid  asked:

I want to thank you for all of the encouragement you give people who ask you about art. That being said, where have you found the bulk of your encouragement when you are doubting yourself or your skills?

it’s my pleasure!! young or beginner artists deserve to know that other artists have all been in the same place at some point or another.

and i had to think about this for a while, but i think i’ve always been encouraged by other artists indirectly. looking at it, i’ve always had a natural curiosity when looking at another’s work and thinking “how did they do that??” which made me look past my doubt and focus on something fresh

i also once followed an artist who had an awesome style, but they were asked “could you tell us what you learned in this [art college course]? i’m really interested in that” and they gave the response “no, and if you want to know, afford the tuition yourself. i’m not giving away this knowledge for free” and i found that to be………..MASSIVELY discouraging, and i promised myself i would never withhold the knowledge i’ve gained, if only in effort to help encourage artists to push forward themselves.

sometimes all it takes is hearing the words from the person whose work you enjoy to push you most 

Anonymous said:

Your art is pretty amazing! (I’m not an English speaker, so I hope it doesn’t make it not amazing or something^^“”“”“”“”“”“”“”“” I love your art very much!!

looks great!! i appreciate your efforts! thank you so much ♥♥♥♥

Bunny (M) | MYG (preview)

PLAYBOY MANSION AU.

When you were offered to spend your life in a mansion with one of the most richest men in the world, Min Yoongi, you didn’t expect that accpecting his offer would reveal a whole new world you didn’t know about..

WARNINGS: Smut & mentions of drugs and alcohol.

PAIRING: Min Yoongi x Reader.

Min Yoongi.

Fuck, you despised how his name made your heart flutter in ways you couldn’t describe. You hated that as soon as his name rolled off somebody’s tongue, you felt like you were melting to the ground. But by far, you hated when other women talked about their sexual encounters with Yoongi. It sparked a flame inside of you that you couldn’t burn out, no matter how hard you tried.

You gripped the bottle of wine in your hands, which once stood in front of you, and debated whether to drink the alcoholic beverage, or to not. You craved every drop of wine contained in the small glass bottle, knowing that with every sip you would take, would drown the pain you felt away.

All you could think about was how you were not in control of your own life.
Every action you took would no doubt be controlled by Yoongi’s orders, but even so, you couldn’t help but fall madly in love with him. God, you were completely head over heels for him, like most of the women in this room with you tonight.


A SNEAK PEAK TO A NEW SMUT FIC I’M WRITING AHHH. I am also writing a Namjoon smut fic too, but this one is almost finished! I’ll probably post this during the week. Also, I’ll try post a reaction tomorrow! Remember, requests are always open!

anonymous asked:

what causes the chocobros to be petty?

This request gave me a little bit of a laugh… I filled them all nearly on-impact but Gladio took me a couple of days to think of…


For Noctis, literally just mess with his sleep schedule one too many times. The boy loves his sleep. I feel like Noct would be the definition of, “I ain’t got no sleep ‘cause ‘a y’all, y’all not gon get to sleep ‘cause of me!” whenever he’s petty. 

For Prompto, repeatedly use all of the hot water during the rare times they actually get to stay at a hotel. If it happens once or twice he’ll let it slide because hey, these things happen… but repeatedly, when you know he’s gotta take care of his hair? (He hates washing his hair with cold water.) It’s on.

For Gladio, spoil a book for him. He normally reads historical books, but in the rare times that he finds himself with a fictional book, if someone spoils it for him he’ll be rather upset about it. Finally, he found some fiction that seemed interesting, and someone just had to ruin the ending…

For Ignis, drink the last can of Ebony. Whether accidental or intentional, whoever drank the last can will have to keep an eye out for the comeback… even though they’ll never see it coming. 

the day after anxiety attacks and urgent care

we decided to ADULT

we got the houseclean for the landlord to do a walkthru

(mostly the husband, while I was sleeping, he has evil insomnia, but now our house is so pretty?)

and then we got a realtor

and actually went and looked at a house

with a horror movie room, istg 

it made me think of that twitter spiel that’s been wandering around, with the lady who said she suddenly realized she was every dumb white lady in every horror movie ever and all because of some roses and a porcelain tub? I mean, we actively noticed the creepy, but still

for one thing the place didn’t smell right

the realtor was all, dogs maybe?

but I’ve been in scuzzy pet stores and shelters, I’ve known people who had sick pets or sick people and got behind with the pets

it was not dogs

(speaking of, they just had the dogs in the backyard, running around while no one was home, so not only is that not safe for the dogs, we the people viewing the house couldn’t actually look at the back of the house, or the foundation, or the yard, or the fence, because free-range unknown dogs jumping about.)

the smell also wasn’t, you know, oh we forgot to take the trash out and it sat for a week, or oops we should’ve shampooed the rugs this was

unpleasant and yet completely unidentifiable

(I mean, I don’t think it was a dead body smell, to judge from previous experience with roadkill and that one time we got squirrels in the walls when I was a kid? but it was not a good thing either)

and one of the bedrooms was locked

both doors 

including the one from the bathroom, like, have you ever seen a bedroom-to-bathroom door that is lockable from inside the bedroom rather than the bathroom?

and no one was home, but both doors were locked so like … how did the owner get in there?

why would you lock a door when you have an appointment for a realtor to show your house so people have to be able to walk through it?

what were they hiding?

so yeah, we’re definitely not getting that one

burn-gormans-eyelashes  asked:

I made irresponsible promises and now that young McCree and tiddy Genji are out I have to fulfull my debts and become a Genji/McCree main. I main Lucio and Symmetra and have no idea what to do but at least I'll look hot and sexy while doing so. (I just wanted to vent with someone who would probably sympathize)

holy shit dude i 1000% sympathize i learned how to play hanzo just bc i love him w/ a passion :’’))) gO FORTH AND BE HOT… MAKE ME PROUD

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