but this just makes me feel better about things

anonymous asked:

Feel better about what?? 🙄 Don't act so immature, I wasn't even rude, I tried to make you see that you were acting out a bit too much.. I honestly didn't know you guys were like this, I'm a bit disappointed but what ever. You obviously don't care so I won't waste your or my time. It just makes me sad to see a big blog like yours drag someone like that AFTER THEY APOLOGIZED. Telling them all those nasty things and literally just dragging them through the dirt. Not the type of people I support.


anonymous asked:

is it bad that I'm lowkey rooting for Yuri in the bachelor au after reading episode two though it's mostly because I'm incredibly amused that the plans to make Yuri out to be a villain horrendously backfired

i DO want people to root for yuri in this.  isn’t that the thing about yuri, honestly, is that he’s horrible and yet you want so much for him? the thing about yuri for me is that he reminds me so much of myself (especially canon yurio at his canon age) that you just want to set him up for success, because he’s so awful but he’s honest, and you want him to do better than you did for yourself.  i always feel like tom hanks at the end of saving private ryan where he’s like, dying in matt damon’s arms and he’s like, EARN THIS. that’s how i feel about yuri plisetsky. in this scenario, i am tom hanks. 

there’s something about discovering love, learning what love is on your own terms that is so wonderful and awful, because it will never be that good again.  and yet you still want to encourage people to pursue it, despite everything. hurt yourself!! be vulnerable!! put yourself out there!! because you know when it’s good then it’s better than anything’s ever been, isn’t it, and who doesn’t deserve to learn what love is and how to love on their own terms.

SHORT STORIES, my favorite kind of poetry ( meme ).


❝ i heard you were doing good. ❞
❝ you don’t grow your horns overnight. ❞
❝ i promise, it gets better eventually. ❞
❝ & we never talked after that. ❞
❝ am i really, truly, that unlovable? ❞
❝ don’t talk like you’re coming back. ❞
❝ my most dangerous habit is trusting. ❞
❝ we’re made of stars & stories. ❞
❝ you didn’t have to do that. ❞
❝ everything is poetry when you’re drunk. ❞
❝ did i mean anything to you? ❞
❝ real feelings don’t just go away. ❞
❝ you came & changed the weather. ❞
❝ when can you just be mine? ❞
❝ there was no love, only lust. ❞
❝ darling, stop wishing on dead stars. ❞
❝ art is another form of screaming. ❞
❝ silence is the most painful goodbye. ❞
❝ what the fuck did you do? ❞
❝ i’m drunk, dizzy & missing you. ❞
❝ kiss me like you’re losing me. ❞
❝ i don’t feel like smiling today. ❞
❝ not all good people are innocent. ❞
❝ we’re a disaster in the making. ❞
❝ some things are better left unsaid. ❞
❝ we really should’ve talked about it. ❞
❝ i’m so glad i met you. ❞
❝ i wish i knew you earlier. ❞
❝ i fucked (pronoun/name) to our song. ❞
❝ i dreamed of you this night. ❞


❝ you saw the messed up parts of me, & stayed. ❞
❝ all i’ve ever wanted was for someone to save me. ❞
❝ since you left, i have no one to talk to. ❞
❝ i apologize for the nights in which i cannot breathe. ❞
❝ everytime i look at you, i want to kiss you. ❞
❝ we said no strings attached but now we’re in knots. ❞
❝ there’s a difference between missing someone & missing having someone. ❞
❝ for which f are you drinking? fuck, forget, or fun? ❞
❝ my biggest mistake was thinking i could live without (pronoun/name). ❞
❝ whenever (name/pronoun) rose to kiss me, i fell even more. ❞
❝ i wish that ‘goodnight’ was followed by ‘i love you’. ❞
❝ let’s smoke a pack of mentholds & talk about love. ❞
❝ your deep, sleepy voice makes me feel like i’m okay. ❞
❝ i read both of our horoscopes looking for an answer ❞
❝ reality is the absolute last place i want to be. ❞
❝ i didn’t expect that drunk kiss could mean this much. ❞
❝ all i need is a late night drive with you. ❞
❝ feeling pain is nowhere near as terrifying as feeling nothing. ❞
❝ your eyes are the color of summer fading into autumn. ❞
❝ you are the warmest home i will ever, ever find. ❞
❝ the world is less scary when i am with you. ❞
❝ i still can’t tell which of us was the victim. ❞
❝ i just need an excuse to hang out with you. ❞
❝ your expectations for me have been set way too high. ❞
❝ i don’t want to feel this way about anyone else. ❞

some fae facts from lore

  • ‘fae’ range from anything like goblins and imps to the little pixies with the wings that everyone associated with fairies to the seven-foot tall members of the royal courts. some even consider the banshee to be fae. (also trolls, gnomes, elves, djinn, dwarves, leprechauns, will-o-wisps, etc.)
  • some think the fae are evil, some think they are fallen angels, but most are considered to be a chaotic neutral force. some might call this ‘whimsically evil.’
  • honey makes them drunk.
  • iron poisons them, as it does many magical beings.
  • some were-creatures were probably just fae in disguise, since fae can assume any form.
  • they sometimes lure humans with music that makes them want to follow and dance. they have to dance for what feels like a year and a day but it actually only seconds.
  • true names of the fae have power over them. they often use aliases when dealing with non-fae.
  • some people are gifted with fae sight, which allows them to see the fae and also sometimes peeks into the future through their dreams.
  • cats hate the fae, and the fae hate them back. 
  • iron horseshoes over the door can act as a fae deterrent.
  • they sometimes kidnap human children and leave their own children or elderly behind. these are called changelings.
  • fae are generous with gifts, especially for polite people, but prefer gifts in return.
  • that being said, better to avoid accepting gifts. you probably don’t have enough to pay them back. by saying ‘thank you,’ you acknowledge that a gift was given and that you now owe something in return. being indebted to the fae = bad time
  • fae can’t lie, but truth and honesty aren’t always the same.
  • asking for a favor will cause offense. make it seem like it’s their idea to help you.
  • most things offend them, actually.
  • some fae can smell a lie. there’s no way of knowing which ones unless they tell you.
  • fae use ‘glamour’ to hide their appearance or habitations around humans. ‘glamour’ can be gifted for use by humans.
  • it’s better for fae to have half-breed children than no children at all, so relationshops with humans are fine. it just rarely works out fine for the human.
How to keep someone safe through drug addiction

Here are a few things I have learned to keep my partner safe while using. This may be controversial to some people or described as ‘enabling’ but I think knowing what to do and what not to do will save lives for sure.
Drug addiction is a crippling, awful thing and I do not advise anyone to take any drug without extensive knowledge and precaution.
However if you want to keep the people you love safe then these things may really help, especially in life saving situations.

This has caused deaths in many cases because when using opiates the body goes into respiratory depression (slowed breathing) and it makes it much harder for them to breathe and much easier for them to choke if they sleep on their backs.
Wake them up if you have to. Turn them into the recovery position (on their left or right side, hands away from the face, legs crossed) and make sure there is no obstructions in their mouth. Keep checking up on them throughout the night, if you can, invest in a blood pressure monitor just for peace of mind to check their pulse isn’t too low. I know the normal range for my boyfriend, and can see on there if it’s anything abnormal.

Whilst using, they are not in a normal frame of mind, ie: breakfast lunch or dinner aren’t going to be a priority when they are withdrawing or high / fully sedated. The ideal amount of water to consume in a day is 2.2 litres so try and get them to have a few glasses of water every now and then. Check their temperature and if needed get a cold flannel to cool them down, this can help with withdrawal.

This may seem obvious, but those trips to the clinic or the hours trying to score can be really draining mentally as well as physically for someone, especially when they are withdrawing. Knowing you are there for them, holding their hand and being there will make a world of difference. Your love and support will encourage the person in recovery because it will give them something to fight for if they know you are there helping them and shining a small light on a really dark situation.

These are a list of basic symptoms my partner experiences and are common as well.
- irritation/irrational anger
- sweating
- nausea and diarrhoea
-panic attacks
-high blood pressure
-severe migraines

What I mean by this is, most people using drugs have pretty bad mental health and are struggling mentally foremost, but this is a catalyst for poor hygiene, bad physical health and emotional withdrawal.
Try and get them to go for a walk every day, even if it’s just for a few minutes. Fresh air and exercise is the best medicine next to good nutrition.
Help them tidy up, wash and clean themselves. It’s likely their living space is going to be dirty so where you can, put things in the bin, get rid of any used needles or bloody tissues and make sure they are tied up in a big rubbish bag and disposed of. Get them any deodorant or nice products to help them with good self care as this can be a real help in recovery as well. When I’m not feeling good a shower and a shave always makes me feel better.
Try and get them to talk about how their feeling, if it’s good or if it’s bad, and just listen. I’m not asking you to be a therapist, just be there when they need someone to share their pain and to emotionally support them. It will do wonders for their self esteem and also recovery.

Drug addiction is a life long battle this person is going to have to deal with. Just like any disorder or addiction it is going to take a lot of work and a lot of time and effort and a want to get better. This means their needs will have to come first when they are seeking help, especially in the beginning. If you want your loved one to get better you are going to have to accept your me time will be put on hold for a little while and things you have to do will have to be moved around in order to help the person suffering. Remember it is them going through this, but also you, so when you get a chance do take some time for yourself and remind yourself what a great job you are doing by taking care of them in this time if need. You are literally saving a human beings’ life, I don’t know anything more rewarding than that.

What I mean by this is, don’t shout about it to everyone you know that this person is going through drug addiction. It’s terrible enough as it is, without people talking about it and making them feel even worse about themselves. They will be much more likely to use / hurt themselves if they are made to feel ashamed or guilty about their problems. That’s not a place I would wish anyone to be. The people they care most about will be informed, and if that’s you then consider it a privilege that they have chosen you to be someone they can confide in.

If you see any signs in your loved one which worry you or make you feel concerned, do not hesitate to call the emergency services. That is what they are there for.
If someone is nodding out on opiates (heroin, morphine, codeine,
oxies etc) check their breathing and shake them a little just to make sure they are okay. If they go anywhere by themselves whilst high be sure to check on them for example in the bath they could nod out and drown if left alone for too long.
If you know they are on drugs and have passed out on the floor and aren’t responding, check their pulse and immediately call an ambulance. This is when it is essential to get help. Do not hit or try and shake them vigorously as this can cause brain damage. Wait for the emergency services to arrive.

If your loved one is an opiate user, CARRY NALOXONE! And learn how to administer it. Naloxone will completely reverse all side effects so if they are not responding this will bring them back to a sober state but they will be fully withdrawing. Call emergency services straight after administering the naloxone.

I can’t think of anything much more to add other than just to love these people and to treat them as you would anybody else who is suffering and in pain. Your love will help them, no matter how tough it seems, no matter how many sleepless nights and no matter how drained you may feel, I promise you it is worth it when you keep these people safe and alive.

From A, with love x
P.s my ask box is open for any questions or help with keeping your loved one safe through drug addiction.

I still, to this day, don’t understand how Simon could be so oblivious about his feelings for Baz. Are you actually telling me that it took Baz going against all of Smokey Bear’s rules on forest fires to make Simon realize he wanted to kiss the dolt when he has been thinking things like this throughout the whole goddamn book

‘I’m just lying in my bed, thinking about Baz.’

‘I know I should be happy about Baz being gone–but it seems so… wrong’

’If he weren’t a vampire, Baz’d be bloody perfect.’

‘Smarter than I am. Better looking.’

*literally there’s hardly a paragraph that goes by where Baz’s name isn’t mentioned at least like 6 times I mean come on*

Neil’s blood went cold. “What did you tell her about me?”
“Doctor-patient confidentiality, Neil! But I know she likes you. Bee has a thing for lost causes.”
“I am not a lost cause.”
Andrew put his hand over Neil’s mouth to shut him up and said, “Liar. But that’s what makes you interesting. It’s also what makes you dangerous. I should know better by now. Maybe I’m not as smart as I thought I was.”

(p.s.love this moment. Just think, Andrew told Bee about Neil. Just think he wanted to touch him. Just think how it was hard for Andrew to have feelings for Neil… I just thought he wanted to do something like it)

I think I love you - Jughead Jones

Pairing : Jughead Jones x Reader

Word count : 1,484

Warnings : none

Requests are closed!

Originally posted by juptern

Your phone rang in the pocket of your jacket making you jump by surprise. You answered the call before showing your index to your friend Archie, meaning that it would only take a minute.

“Hi, this is (y/n) speaking.”

“Hey (y/n), how are you?” You instantly recognised the groggy voice behind the line.

“Jughead! I’m good! What about you?” From the corner of your eye, you would’ve swore you saw Archie rolling his eyes.

“Marvellous. So, what are you up to this evening? I thought we maybe could’ve hung out tonight. You know, me, you, at Pop’s?” You chuckled lightly.

“Sorry Juggie, I was planning on spending the night with Archie… You can tag along if you want? I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.” A small sigh made its way into your ear. You had to admit that you spent a lot of your recent time with your new red-haired friend. Jughead still occupied the position of best friend. He didn’t have to worry about it.

“I promise we’ll do something together tomorrow, alright?” It was silence for a while before you heard back,

“Yeah sure.” You pursed your lips, mentally cursing yourself. It wasn’t the first time that you had turned down your best of friend for Archie. Lately it had been happening more than before. It made you feel like the worst pal.

“See you.” With that, Jughead hung up. You understood how he felt. It wasn’t right that you weren’t spending as much time with him.

“Jughead, wasn’t it?” You looked up and saw Archie sprawled across the black beanbag in your bedroom. His hands were attached on the new acoustic guitar his dad had got him for his birthday. You nodded and played with the sleeves of you sweater. Your friend continued strumming the strings of his instrument.

“Hey- I wrote this song last week, and I wanted to know what you thought about it. I’ve been trying to talk to Josie about her playing some of my compositions, but she’s not that into it. You’re her friend, right? Maybe you could listen to it and try to talk to her?” He asked questioningly.

“Of course, go ahead.” His fingers moved to the tuners and accorded them as his other hand rested on the waist of the guitar. A few seconds later, a pleasant melody filled the room. Archie then started singing the lyrics he had written. The song wasn’t bad at all. In fact, it was quite catchy. The redhead friend of yours had talent. Before Archie could go on, you blurted out something you soon would regret.

“I’ll probably spend the day with him tomorrow.” The small tune that Archie had started suddenly came to an end. Archie hadn’t spoken to Jughead since this summer. The tree of you and Betty we’re supposed to go on a road trip the fourth of July but Archie left you hanging at the last minute. Since then, the boys stopped talking completely. When you mentioned one of  them to the other, you saw the irritation and annoyance in their expression.

“I thought you were coming to my game tomorrow. I’m playing in the varsity football team this year, remember?” You bet your lip and fiddled your hair with your fingers.

“I’m sorry Arch. I haven’t seen Jughead in a while now and I don’t want him to feel like I stopped being his friend. I’m making a vow that I’ll show up to your next game, how about that?”

“Why does it always have to be about him? Everything constantly has to be about Jughead.” Your were caught off guard by the sudden raise in his voice.

“That’s not it… I’m just trying to do what’s best here.”

“By ditching me at the last minute, that’s how your making things better? I didn’t think of you as an inconsiderate and selfish person.” He replied bitterly. In all the time of you guy’s friendship, you had never seen this side of Archie. Usually, he would be sweet and just shrug off any problem that faced his way. But the words he had just told you, they hurt your heart. Your eyes were starting to fill up with tears and your bottom lip started quivering.

“I’ve spent all my time with you for the last month. You. Not Jughead. Why are you treating me like this?”

“You know what? I don’t want to spend any more of my time with you right now.” With that, Archie got up and left you alone in your room. Without even noticing, a trail of tears had made its way down your cheeks. A sob escaped your mouth and your hands covered your face as you poured your heart out. You laid in your bed and continued crying.

It was all your fault. Archie now hated you and would probably never talk to you again. Why did you had to be so stupid? If only you had kept your mouth shut. Maybe he still would have been on that beanbag, singing.

Maybe half an hour later, you heard the wooden creek of your door meaning that someone was coming in. You didn’t even move, your pillow pressed against your face. The mattress shifted to the side from the sudden weight that it now had on it. You felt a piece of your hair being put behind your ear. You smiled at the sweet gesture and assumed it was your mother. You slowly got up and saw Jughead sitting beside you. Automatically, you vaulted in his arms tearing up once again.

“Sssh. It’s going to be okay.” He rubbed your back comfortingly. Your forehead was against his chest, his two upper limbs protectively holding you. Your eyes were probably red from all the crying but you couldn’t care less. You continued sobbing in his chest until you eventually felt calmer.

“Why- Why are you here?” You asked with a small voice. Jughead gently whipped your cheek with his thumb.

“Your mom saw Archie leave in a rush and realized that you two probably had a fight. She heard you crying and thought that you would be more willing to speak about it with me than her.” You grinned at the boy.

“I ruined your shirt.” You noticed, and felt guilty.

“Nothing to worry about (y/n/n). I never liked that jersey anyway.” You giggle with your best friend. You sniffed and observed Jughead who his face was only about a foot away from you. You had to admit that he was good looking. His prefect blue eyes were mesmerising and his pink lips appeared so kissable. Forever you considered the boy as nothing more than a platonic relationship to you. Never had you ever felt anything for him. But in that moment, something clicked. Jughead wasn’t only a friend to you, not even a best friend.  A stronger feeling overwhelmed your body. You felt love. You loved Jughead Jones. 

He was the one who your mother called when you were sad. He was the one who came rushing to your house as soon as your mother hung up. He was the one who was holding you and comforting you, whispering sweet nothing to you as you were crying. He was the one who was there for you.

“Jughead.” He raised his eyebrows at you.

“(y/n)?” You asked yourself in your mind if it was the right time to confess your feelings towards him. Your breathing started quickening as the anxiety rose in your core.

“I think I-” He watched you with intending eyes, indicating to continue your phrase.

“I think I love you.” Jughead eyeballed you, astonished at your revelation. He quietly answered, almost inaudible for you to hear.

“I think I love you too.” He leaned towards you and slowly pressed his lips to yours. Fireworks were going off in your stomach. The heaviness on your shoulders disappeared. In this moment, nothing else mattered in the world. Both of your lips moved in sync as you played with his raven locks. His arms pulled you closer to him, leaving no space between you two. Jughead backed away and kissed every each of your face, including your cheeks, temple and chin.

“You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” He whispered in your ear. You gave him a last long peck on the lips before saying,

“Do you want to lay down and cuddle with me?” He moved his head up and down calmly and took a blanket that was already on the bed to cover you. Cuddling was not something new for the both of you. You had always cuddled together, and whenever. His hand ran through your hair bringing a comforting and fuzzy feeling. His body pressed behind your back and his hot breath was tingling your neck. Before you even knew it, you and Jughead had fallen in a deep slumber, both dreaming about each other.

*gif is not mine!!

Here’s the thing.

I am a transgender man (see photo of my mug for context).

I love all trans people and I love non binary people. But lately some of my trans spaces (both on the web and irl) that are mainly non binary have started to feel a little hostile.

I want to make something perfectly clear before I continue - I love and respect non binary people, I think their genders are valid and I am in no way suggesting they are any less important that myself or any other binary trans person. I also need you to understand that this isn’t meant to be a post calling out non binary people at all, it is just me talking about my personal experiences in the hope that it can get people to be a little more considerate sometimes?

In university spaces, it seems that there is a growing population of non binary people that tends to dominate trans groups. Which is good in lots of ways, especially since it shows how this generation has become much more relaxed and aware that gender is a construct and fluidity is key. However, amongst people I know there is a lot of ‘ew gross men’, or 'ew gross trans men that are masculine’, while at the same time being predominantly DFAB populations.

Now trust me, I very much understand the dislike a lot of dfab trans people have of men. A lot of us are survivors and I think that does play a big part in how we feel about the gender overall. Not to mention it is not uncommon for men to be, for lack of a better word- wankers. However, I don’t think people consider trans men when we are talking about this.

Making a comment like 'ew men are so fucking gross’ to a room of trans people means that to a trans man you are saying one of two things - 1) you are gross, or 2) you aren’t gross because you’re not a Real Man, and you are excluded from this statement because you are and always will be, partly a woman. Even now I feel uncomfortable 'complaining’ about this. I have to remind myself that just as suggesting that a trans woman is somehow different to other women would be considered incredibly offensive, so is it for trans men.

I didn’t realise how much this stuff affected me until it did. Constantly being around people that talk about, how body hair on men is gross, masculinity is by default toxic, making jokes about my masculinity being toxic when I excitedly tell people that I’ve started going to the gym and its making me feel better about my body. No, it’s not funny. It’s MY dysphoria I’m trying to ease. I as a trans person want to feel supported and loved when I do things that have a chance of making me feel good about my body.

It hit me like a brick wall when I realised how much it had affected me. I was with my partner, and was trying to have sex, but I just broke down. I felt so incredibly disgusted with my body and myself. So much hair, so masculine. The noises I made, gross. The way I touched him, creepy. I couldn’t get out of my head the idea that later in life he would talk to people about how gross and unshaven I was, just like I had heard friends describe ex boyfriends so many times before.

I felt cheated because these were the changes I WANTED my body to make. But now they felt ruined. Spoiled.
It was after that realisation that I decided I had to get out. I stopped going to some of student socials and instead started attending a group for older trans people. It was so refreshing to meet other trans men for once (just because I rarely meet them at uni, and it was nice to talk to someone similar.) It was awesome to be around people who weren’t shitty about trans people being stealth (as I remember I once was.)

There are some important things to take away from all of this:

1) Telling trans boys and men that they are disgusting for wanting to be like men will only destroy self esteem and feed into the toxic environment that a lot of cis boys grow up in.

2) Non binary people are extremely valid and awesome, but also must accept they have a responsibility to cultivate a supportive and friendly atmosphere in spaces where they are dominant (I put this in here for university spaces especially)

3) Laughing at a trans man/woman for being excessively masc/fem presenting if you are a dfab nb person who mainly presents as fem or androgynous is facetious and not respecting that they may have to present that way to stay safe, (especially in the case of trans women that may be more 'obviously trans’) and that despite suffering prejudice in many ways, the one thing you are not realistically facing is street violence and such because you inevitably are not going to be clocked as trans. (which yes, does NOT make your transness invalid but we have to respect the different struggles people in our community face.)

4) Someone being stealth does not mean they are adhering to 'toxic gender roles’. It means they are either 1) trying to be safe or 2) surprise surprise they want to live their life as the gender they identify with. Trans people are not less legitimately trans because you think they are 'acting cis’.

5) Being a binary trans person does not give you privilege over nb people. Like seriously, trans women are literally the most likely to be murdered. Don’t be a dick. Erasure is a problem yes but it’s not the same. I read names out at the TDOR vigil and pretty much all of them were trans women of colour. Respect that. Help the community. This isn’t about scoring points over who has it the shittiest.

6) The idea that the only good kinda of trans men are 'soft sensitive kinda trans masc guys that don’t have surgeries and shave all their body hair’ is shitty and offensive (tho that kind of trans man is totally valid, that not what i mean). Its shitty because one you’re sexualising them either as more childlike or more feminine (both is rude, former is creepy), but its perpetuating the idea that trans men aren’t really men and the best ones are the ones that YOU think still kinda look suitably enough like women.

the signs according to ME, based on what I've absorbed from tumblr even though I don't pay attention to 75% of the zodiac and might not be able to even name them all from memory
  • taurus: the impression I get is they're similar to aries in that they’re angry and stubborn? but the difference is that while aries will clock you in the jaw, taurus will hold a grudge for the rest of your born days. your born days, not theirs, because they’re going to outlive you out of spite
  • gemini: is what I think comes next? anyway apparently geminis are very social and bubbly and they're people persons (people people?), but also they’re supposed to be all two-faced and gossipy, because twins. which is very mean to say about twins.
  • cancer: no offense to anyone who is a cancer, but my Least Favorite Human that I've ever met is a cancer, so my perception is tainted. cancers cry a lot. all the time. about everything.
  • leo: you know, I honestly don't know what is associated with leo, besides... lion. so therefore, leos are brave. you might belong in august, where dwell the brave of heart. their daring, nerve, and chivalry set leos apart. congrats you're gryffindor now
  • virgo: or is it libra comes first? I think it's virgo. um, anyway, virgo is my moon sign. I respect virgo. the general sense I get is that they're very... anal and particular and organized? their lists are color-coded and have subheadings?
  • libra: or possibly virgo, depending on whether or not I switched the order. BUT YEAH SO, LIBRA, SCALES. ALL ABOUT THAT FAIRNESS AND JUSTICE. common room is next to the kitchen.
  • scorpio: uuuuuuuGHHHHHHHHHHHH I'M SO FED UPPPPPPP I am a scorpio but I don't WANNA BE a scorpio I'm so TIRED of everything being nothing but femme fatale tropes and byronic hero nonsense I'M NOT MYSTERIOUS!!! are people even mysterious in real life? also please stop talking about how sexually charged and passionate I am. please don't do this. you're making this uncomfortable for everyone and I wanna exchange my sign for something else
  • sagittarius: the sense I get is that sagittarius is best personified by a weird kid at summer camp who hardcore believes in aliens and whose knees are full of band-aids
  • capricorn: does capricorn come next? I don't honestly even know. I don't know anything about capricorns. they're represented by a goat though, so that automatically makes them better than every other sign. A MERMAID GOAT, NO LESS. listen, idk what capricorns are like, but I'm trading my star sign. I WANNA BE A MERMAID GOAT. I WANNA BE A MERMAID GOAT MORE THAN ANYTHING.
  • aquarius: the only thing I know about aquarius is that song in Hair
  • pisces: fish. has lots of emotions, but is pretty chill and creative? bunks with sagittarius at summer camp, but personally prefers cryptids to aliens
The Friendly Wager (Part 1)

Summary: AU. Reader and Bucky Barnes are neighbors and best friends. After yet another bad date, reader comes home to find Bucky with his typical weekend target. They decide to make a wager about dating, but is there more on the line than reader cares to admit?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 2,528

Warnings: language, fluff, sarcasm, bad date, implied sexual situations (no smut)

A/N: This is my submission for the lovely Kait’s ( @bionic-buckyb) 5k AU Challenge. Congrats on the followers, friend! My prompt was “Can you please come over so I don’t feel so alone?” I think this will have at least seven parts, so Kait, please feel free to disregard it till it’s completed :)

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sleepwalking to you | one

pairing: hoseok | reader

genre: angst , fluff , arranged-marriage au

word count: 3.334

warnings: angsty angst , swearing? , mentions of suicide/death

synopsis: “I love you. A little less today than yesterday. I miss you. A little more than I did yesterday, and sometimes it’s easy to forget, that your emotions aren’t like mine; they’re constant. You hated me yesterday, you hate me today, and tomorrow, it will be just another day like this.”

i just want to say, i have nothing against my boys, this is just a story.

don’t forget to tell me what you thought about it,,it always makes me feel better ^^

“Three things you need to know; first, I’m in love with another woman and I will die for her, I’ll do anything for a chance to spend the rest of my life with her. She’s the most important person in my life. Two, I hate your father. So fucking much, I could shoot him in the head. Twice. Just because he forced me into this, don’t think I’ll bend to his will, you’re not going to have the happily married life that he wants you to have, he won’t get the precious grandsons he wants so much. I’ll never touch you, never. And finally, I hate you. You could have said no, you should have said no to this. Instead, you trapped me in this life, this life that I sometimes wish I could just set fire to. So, keep that in mind when you look at me, it should stop you from smiling at me so much.”

Today, the sunshine was warm on my face but the air felt like little shards of glass, tearing through my skin and making me flinch. I stared up at the weak winter sun and realised that it was fighting a losing battle. The cold was just too much, today, grabbing both my arms to suppress a shudder, huddling closer to myself as I pulled my fir coat tighter and lightly touched my bag. It held a hastily packed lunch and 20,000 won worth of cash., not much but important to keep myself alive for the day, and my phone, an old battered Nokia with a peeling case and a scratched screen, which began vibrating and I groaned, glancing towards my watch. I was already 10 minutes late.

I worked as a secretary to a cranky producer who called himself ‘Suga’, but was more bitter than black coffee, and crankier than a three year old with colic. I was tired and not really in the mood to put up with his badgering, but then again, I wasn’t really into starving either, so I hailed a cab, staring sadly at the money that I would have to spend on it.

When I finally managed to reach the office, I was surprised to find Min Yoongi, ‘Suga’, in a pretty good mood, all things considering. He gave me a soft smile, a miracle that, and waved me to my office. I spent an hour or so organising his appointments for the coming week and then typing up the proposals to be sent to a dozen entertainment companies; all of them wanting Yoongi to become ‘exclusively’ theirs. Min Yoongi would never restrict himself that way, one of his biggest joys was delving into different types of music, he would never restrict himself to a single genre or concept.

As I typed out yet another page of boring details, the small bell over the door chimed, signalling someone’s entry. I look up curiously and froze automatically. After three years, I still didn’t know how to look at her. How did you look at your husband’s beautiful mistress without feeling like killing yourself? But I wasn’t a doormat, at least not in front of Kim Hyeri; she may have my husband’s heart, but I still have his name.

“Hi there, Y/N.” She said casually and I sighed. She was the same age as Hoseok, four years older than me yet she acted like a toddler, taking every opportunity to rile me up, but I wouldn’t let her get to me, I couldn’t afford to let her get to me. Then again, after three years, we have both become jaded enough to tolerate each other without incident. She didn’t rant and rave at me and I didn’t yell back.

“Hi, unnie. How’s your back? Yoongi oppa told me you sprained it dancing,” I said softy. Hyeri shrugged and took off her jacket, hanging it in the closet before slipping out of her cute little fur boots. She was an idol, her figure perfect, her face breathtaking and manners infallible. I smiled as she dug into her bag and carefully produced a small bottle of chocolate milk and a straw, sliding it across the table and smiled.

“Have a nice day.” She said softly, her gaze told me she meant it. Oh well, I accepted the gift, bowing politely. She gave me a searching look and finally took a deep breath she had been holding in.

“Hobi and I talked about marriage.”

I froze. Finally. There it was. I sighed as relief flooded through me.

“I’ll sign the papers as soon as he-”

“-He doesn’t want to marry me.”

I fought to keep my jaw from going unhinged.


“He thinks it will damage my career, so we’re going to put it off for a couple of years at least.”

I could feel my skin begin to crawl like there were thousands of fire ants all over my body, burning me. I could sense the anger, the frustration, the bitterness, threatening to spill over and I had to bite my lip to keep myself from screaming.

“That’s the most nauseating thing I’ve ever heard…” I spat out.

“It’s not like there’s anything you can do about it.” She said loftily, glaring at me before walking into the main office. I sat still, taking deep breaths, she was right. There wasn’t much I could do, my mother was old, dying. I couldn’t break her heart by going through an ugly divorce, and the divorce would turn ugly if I had to fight for it. Defeated, I stared at the papers in front of me. I didn’t even like my husband anymore, he was just another obstacle to my happiness. It was a pity because he was a nice guy in general, nice than most of the choreographers I’d met; he didn’t yell at people or try to control his students, and he was a phenomenal dancer, the best at his craft.

But he was a miserable husband, and I was his miserable wife.

That evening, I had to practically drag myself up to the apartment. It was a moderately expensive two bedroom flat, close to most of the dance studios that Hoseok worked at and a whole city ride away from where I worked. I sighed, pushing the scratched key into the lock and making my way in. The apartment was bright, the lights on and soothing music echoing off the walls. Great, he was home, which meant I couldn’t even grab a coffee before facing him. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and grimaced. I would never be called beautiful. I wasn’t hideous, but my features were painfully regular; straight hair, straight brows, button nose and lips. My figure was nothing different from the rest of the 90% Korean female population. Small, spindly legs. I wasn’t short, but I wasn’t tall either. I looked haggard, my hair messed and the white blouse I’d worn in the morning, now crumpled beyond redemption. There was also a small stain near my left shoulder, I scratched at it with my forefinger, making a mental note to soak it before tossing it in the washer.

“You’re late.” Hoseok’s voice came from the bedroom and I shut my eyes, trying to arrange my features into an expression that didn’t scream ‘murder’ and turned around slowly.

“I am.” I said blankly, trying not to stare as he casually took off his shirt and tossed it in the small hamper that stood on the passageway outside my bedroom. He swore and went to the thermostat.

“Did you change it again? It’s sweltering hot in this place!!”

I sighed and shook my head. “I didn’t.” I said, moving to drop my bag on the small table near the TV and taking off my jacket. I walked into the kitchen to pour myself a glass of water and frowned when he followed me.

“I’m having two auditions with a couple of rookies tomorrow. I’ve asked them to meet me tonight to brief them, fix dinner for them.” He said casually, I just stared at him, annoyed.

“Really? I was hoping we could order in…” I said miserably, every joint and curve protesting at the thought of more work.

“It’s the least you can do after forgetting to stock up on milk, again. I told you I need that for my protein shake.” He said calmly, moving to slip on a tank top and I sighed. I wasn’t really strong enough to pick a fight, especially after the scintillating news I’d just heard. I didn’t know if Hoseok knew that his girlfriend had already told me about their plans, it was funny that they planned out their life without giving a damn about me, although I was intricately involved in it myself. I didn’t want to bring it up either. Over the years, I’d learnt that there was a time and place to talk about things like this. I had to be at my maximum capacity, not half dead from commuting two hours and haggard from a day of work. I moved to the bathroom to freshen up and then moved to the kitchen to start dinner.  

Idols seldom got the chance to eat well, and most of the kids who dropped by at our apartment were between 15 and 18, and they were always vociferously hungry. I did my best to cook large quantities and I’d inherited my mom’s talent for making delicious food with very little fanfare, but it still took the better part of 2 hours for everything to be ready and Hoseok was already in the small dance studio next to the sitting room, dancing and discussing with the kids. I hesitated before moving to the edge of the hall and peering in. Not for the first time, I felt my breath catch at how beautiful he looked with his fluid movements, long legs and wide shoulders moving flawlessly in front of the mirror as he demonstrated various moves.

Hoseok was a born dancer. He was only ever alive when he was on the dance floor, and I was proud of him for fighting his own father and deciding to pursue his dreams. Him and Hyeri had that in common, they had grown up together and broken free from the privileged upbringing to pursue their dreams. I gripped the edge of my dress and bit my lip. Three years ago, I’d been an art major in a normal university. I hadn’t thought beyond that and when my father had spoken to me about marrying a handsome young dancer with a bright smile and kind eyes, I’d never even considered myself saying no. My father had wanted a heir for his company and as the only daughter I would be the one to provide that for him. I hadn’t resented him for it, it wasn’t sudden, after all. I’d know it for a long time, and I’d been happy that he had picked someone down to earth and cheerful like Hoseok.

Sighing, I moved away and stretched, flinching when my back popped. That was a lifetime ago, a whole other life. My marriage had been a disaster from day one, and my father had written me off from his will last month, reminding me that I had failed to do the one thing I’d been asked to do. So now, when Hoseok did divorce me, I had nowhere to go. I thought of all the money I’d saved over the years, it wasn’t a lot but enough to at least keep me from starving until I found a way to get on my own 2 feet again. I had already looked up a nice, remote mountain village, far from Seoul. I wouldn’t stay within a thousand miles of Jung Hoseok, whether he’s intended to or not, he had destroyed my life.

But that night, when I was already in bed, I saw a shadow fall across the foot of my bed. Surprised, I sat up. Hoseok never came to my bedroom, he was smiling a little, almost fighting laughter.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, surprised.

“The…uh…choreography got approved for the last three songs I’d been working on…” He said softly. I smiled, pleased.

“That’s great news. You worked hard on it…”

He stood still and kept staring at me. “I’ve been thinking,” he whispered, “of getting a bigger apartment, closer to the city. You won’t have to travel that far everyday then.”

My heart skipped a beat. “Uh..okay, as you wish..“ I said, looking down into my lap. He stood for a second longer and then turned around without a second word.

I couldn’t sleep that night, my mind sinking into a huge plethora of what ifs?

What if we get along?

What if he didn’t love someone else?

What if, instead he loved…?

I tamped down that last thought with a firm push, I couldn’t think that. Not today. Not ever.

The call came in at 5pm.

I was on my desk, highlighting some minutes from one of Yoongi’s meetings when my boss came out, looking like death.

“Y/N…” He whispered in horror.

The look of his face was nothing, if not terrifying, and my first instinctive reaction was that someone had either plagiarised his music, accused his of pagiarism, or leaked an unreleased track.

“What’s wrong oppa..?” I stood up automatically and Yoongi just stared at me.

“It’s Hoseok..he…” My heart stopped. White noise roared through my skin, my toes and fingers went ice cold, my stomach contracting hard enough to cramp and my knees knocking together.

“Hoseok…?” I said, stunned.

“He was in an accident…”

I gripped the edge of the table while the doctor let out a huge sigh, his face filled with sympathy. “We’re going to have to amputate his legs.”

I exhaled deeply. “No. Absolutely not.” I said firmly, the doctor giving me a sympathetic look.

“Mrs.Jung..I understand that-”

“-No you don’t. I know your medical books teach you that the heart and the brain and what you need to survive, but for my husband..he needs his legs. He’s a dancer, doctor, if he wakes up and finds them gone, he’ll die. He really will. So I don’t fucking care what you say, I won’t sign that form. It would be the same as sticking a knife in his heart.” My voice trembled uncontrollably.

“The injury we’re talking about is to his spine. It’s unlikely that he’ll ever regain use of his legs and it will only affect his overall recovery. This isn’t someone negotiable…”

“I don’t care. There has to be another way…”

“His..uh..friend, Hyeri-ssi..? She told me to go ahead with it.”

I tried not to let my face turn red. “I’m his wife, I’m the one who gets to decide.” I said, willing myself not to start crying, now wasn’t the time…

The doctor stared at me for a while and then bent down to rummage in his desk drawer. “I shouldn’t be doing this but…this is a very new surgery. We’ve only attempted 32 of them so far and they have a less than 50% success rate, but it could help your husband without having to remove his legs.”

Relief flooded through me in a rush, “That’s great, let’s go ahead and-”

“-5 million won..it will take 5 million won.” He interrupted firmly.

I froze. Oh god, that was a lot of money, but I didn’t think twice. I could find away, I had about a 1 million won in savings and…

“Okay. I’ll arrange the money just…just do it.” I said desperately, the doctor staring at me some more.

“Please keep in mind that there’s a chance that he could still end up losing his legs.”

“But there’s also a chance that he couldn’t,” I said firmly, “and that’s the chance I’m going to take.”

“He’s going to die on that operating table because of you.” Hyeri spat out furiously and I swallowed. I’d spent 3 hours calling everyone I knew, I’d asked Yoongi to sell my jewelry and he had given me 3 million won from his own savings. I had managed the rest by selling my wedding ring, the diamond ring had been the only beautiful thing in my life and my fingers looked and felt bare without it, but the money was paid and Hoseok was in surgery. He would get better, he had to get better.

“He would have died anyway if they removed his legs…” I whispered.

“I’m in love with Hoseok, not the dancer in him! I want him alive! I can’t believe you!” She cried out, tears tracking down her face in torrents.

“And I want him to live! Being alive is not enough if he has to stay in a bed for the rest of his life. Dancing is everything he has ever lived for, how could you think of taking that away from him?! He’s young. He’s strong. He’ll get through it..I know..” I tried to keep steady. I hadn’t slept in 30 hours, my body was threatening to shut down, but I couldn’t sleep, not yet. Hobi was in surgery and…

“I’m leaving.” She said suddenly.

“What? Hyeri..no…” I struggled to get my head on straight while my vision blurred at the edges. Why did everyone feel the need to fight me on this? Did no one care that Hoseok could never survive without his art?

“I won’t stick around to hear how you killed the man I love. That will be on your head.” She whispered and I tried not to cry.

“He’s not going to die..he’ll wake up from that surgery and he’s going t want to see you…just…” Oh god…why was she making this so difficult?

“Just how delusional are you? His spine is mangled, he’s…he’s not going to make it. And all you’re doing is making him suffer more than he already has too…well, I won’t stand for it. I cant’t just stand here and watch you destroy him all over again.” Again? Had I destroyed him before? I hadn’t…had I?

I bit my lip as she grabbed her bad and then, after 10 steps she turned back and pulled out an envelope, pushing it into my hands. “Divorce papers, he signed them already, but you didn’t. So I can’t even use them against you the way I want to.”

I started at it in dismay. Sighing, I slipped it into my bag, I’ll think about this later.

When the doctor finally came out of the operating room, he looked worse than me. I gripped Yoongi’s fingers in mine as he came over to us. My heart began pounding, suddenly the thought that Hoseok may not make it hit me like a sledge hammer and I chocked on my own breath.

“Is…is he?” I stared at him, wide eyed.

“Your husband is a fighter, Mrs.Jung. He pulled through.” I shut my eyes, the relief making me realise just how scared I had been. How scared I had been that I had made the wrong decision.

“Is he going to be okay, then?” I whispered.

“I wish I could say yet, but really this is just the beginning. He’s going to need extensive therapy, physical and mental to get back on his feet. It can take any time between 6 months to a year for him to start using his limbs again. For now, he’s going to have to get to a place where he can recover completely. Somewhere nice and quiet, preferably warm and temperate climate that would be easy on him.”

I felt my shoulders droop. As the doctor moved away, I let myself fall back against Yoongi who tightened his arms around my shoulders. “Don’t worry about it. Remember that kid I told you about? Jeon Jungkook? He has a resort in Jeju the he offered to let me holiday in last year. I’ll talk to him and we’ll arrange for Hobi to be shifted there. It will be okay..” He said calmly.

“I…what about the therapists..?”

“There’s an excellent physiotherapist in Jeju who I would recommend. His name is Kim Seokjin and he’s worked with some world class athletes before. He doesn’t charge money and if I’m guessing right, he was a friend of your husband when they were in school. Jin will help him out and well..I have a hoobae from school who was a psych major. But of a crazy guy but he’s good at what he does. Name’s Kim Taehyung, I’ll see if we can book sessions with him as well.”

I burst into tears, startling Yoongi and myself. “Thank you…” I said, honestly. “Thank you for helping me..”

“Uh..it’s okay..” Yoongi inched away, looking partly embarrassed and partly horrified. “You’re a good kid. Hoseok is lucky to have you.”

I sighed, gripping the chair and levered myself up. There would be enough time to think about all this. For now, I really needed some sleep.

An Open Letter to Leigh Bardugo

Hello, Leigh ( @lbardugo )! It’s your friendly-neighborhood Baillie! 

I wanted to address the presents I’ve been giving (maybe shoving?) your way. While it’s been fun for me to create things that you (and whatever authors I end up latching on to) might enjoy–someone I volunteered with yesterday at the festival warned me to stop because you were probably uncomfortable with the gifts. 

And it broke my heart.

A little background on why I started giving you gifts: 

The last time I tried to give a friend a present, a personalized and signed copy of Vampire Academy, she accepted with a “Nice! I’ll add it to my collection!” And while I know she meant no harm–instead, meaning to make a joke about how many copies of tVA she had–it kind of made me recoil. It was a present that took hours of action (and standing in line) and a bit of planning to make sure we could get her this present. And my gesture was brushed aside.

I’ve enjoyed giving presents to friends for years and since then I stopped. Which is heartbreaking since I also feel inclined to stop keeping in contact with my friends because, in my mind, this brushoff is some sort of rejection. Even now making friends at my university is kept at a no-present policy so I don’t scare anybody off.

So I turned to authors because I figured they deserve presents and goodies after writing so much and I know I appreciate them to the moon and back. And I know some authors have to deal with mean people a lot and sometimes just need something nice.

I’ll be the first one to admit that my obsession with you increased tenfold when I ended up with SoC at SDCC (and I actually cried walking away from the Fierce Reads booth). Actually–I walk away from almost every interaction with you about to cry because I’m always in such complete and utter awe of your presence. The more I hear you talk at signings and at panels and even just on twitter– it’s more and more clear that you’re a fantastic and amazing person. 

And by no means do I want to make you uncomfortable with my presents.

But please, please, please let me know if it makes you uncomfortable or you truly want me to stop. I just had never stopped to even consider your side of things. 

It makes me feel incredibly selfish.

My Best Regards, 



To Better Explain your gift basket from YallWest: 

Blue Eyeshadow + Red/Gold Lipstick= Wonder Woman inspired Makeup

Fan: I thought I would get to you sooner and that it might help with the heat

Eyelashes: They Reminded me of Six of Crows

Justice League Stickers: I gave the same ones to Marie Lu. Just DC related.

Other Stickers: They were cute? 

Glow Sticks: Some events just need glowsticks

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drarry hc: Weird habits Or dancers AU Or the one where Harry loves watching Draco do the dishes Or or or Ahhhans

Draco didn’t need to turn around to know that he was being watched. The only thing he just couldn’t figure out was why.

At first Draco was sure he was imagining things, but in the weeks since they’d first moved into a flat together his suspicions had been wholly confirmed.

Harry liked to watch him do the dishes.

Draco couldn’t understand why Harry was constantly staring at him when he did them. At first he’d been defensive, snapping at him that first night that he could certainly do some things without magic and how Harry didn’t need to stare. Only instead of getting angry Harry had looked embaressed before mumbling something unintelligible and leaving the room.

A few days later he’d caught him staring and tried to make a joke of it, “Got a kink that involves yellow dish gloves and a sink of dirty dishes, Potter?”

Harry had just blinked a few times, before closing his eyes and disapperating with a loud pop so sudden Draco had dropped his favorite teacup.

Which is why, despite the fact that he can feel Harry’s eyes on him once again as he cleans up the remnants of the steak and kidney pie they’d had he doesn’t make any funny jokes or snide remarks. Instead he stays silent despite the curiosity burning a hole in his brain.

It’s a few weeks before the subject is broached again.

Draco is puttering around the kitchen, placing the dishes from tea in the sink when Harry comes up behind him, wrapping his arms around him and squeezing him in a firm hug. There’s something shaky in his voice when he whispers “Do you want to know why I like watching you do the dishes?”

Draco is almost too nervous to speak, so he nods instead. He’s almost afraid Harry hasn’t noticed his nod though because he doesn’t speak at first, but then Draco quite suddenly he feels Harry press the side of his face against Draco’s shoulder inhaling deeply before he starts to speak.

“I never thought I’d have this…someone to share things with like this. Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon were always so angry. She used to slam the dishes into the sink like she resented having to cook or clean for us, or she made me do them. I used to think that was just what family was like. Then I met the Weasley’s and I remember the first time I saw Mrs. Weasley doing dishes without magic…she told me she didn’t mind because it meant she had a family to take care of. You….you look like that when you do them; as if it’s not a chore. It makes me feel,” and at this Draco can feel Harry’s hands begin to shake. “It sounds stupid I know but….seeing you so happy even doing our dishes makes me think you’re happy with me. That we’re gonna make it. That…you won’t ever leave.”

Draco swallows, feeling like his entire world is spinning because they don’t do this….this talking about feelings things often. Both of them have always been better with actions than words. But for once he knows actions won’t be enough.

So Draco turns, placing his hand on Harry’s chin and tilting his head up just a bit so he’s looking him in the eye.

“I’m not leaving, Harry. Not ever. I want this life and I want you.”




Wednesday and Amelia are officially owners of their very own townhouse! 💛🌱

NHL!Bitty, Part V - Single

The first openly gay NHL player can’t be single in Seattle! 

Since Eric can’t risk telling anyone he has a boyfriend (especially a closeted NHL-er), his only option is to play along as the Schooners go out of their way to find Eric a boyfriend. This wouldn’t be a problem if his well-meaning teammates didn’t keep trying to introduce him to other closeted players, of which there are more than he would have guessed. Now Eric has to survive a night with Kent Parson.

Origin: From Samwell to Seattle | Part I - Hug Check | Part II - Chirping |  Part III - Post-Season | Part IV - RPF 

As the first openly gay player in the NHL, Eric is used to being locker rooms filled with guys bundled up so tight a TSA scanner couldn’t find their genitals; but then there’s stuff like this. Brazen nudity of the ‘I recognize you’re attracted to men, look how cool I am with it’ variety. His new captain leans toward the latter in a way that would make Shitty proud.

“Bittle, we’re going out with a few Aces. You met Kent Parson?”

Mitchell ‘Cricket’ Crocker is pushing 30 and already going gray. He’s also standing in front of Eric’s stall, naked as the day he was born, unconcerned with the fact his junk is at Eric’s eye-level. 

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Monsta X reacting to their best friend (crush) asking to sleep in their bed with them

A/N: Guess who took ages to make this! Yes, me :(  Still, this is for a wonderful anon who made the request. I hope you like it and sorry for taking so long.


He would try to look super chill about it, and make some jokes as an ice breaker he would think it’s a good oportunity to have a late night conversation with you, but when you finally fall asleep he would be terrifyed to touch you because he wouldn’t want you to think he’s actually taking advantage of the situation.

Jooheon: be careful, Y/N, I move a lot in my sleep, you might end up on the floor.
You: can you just shut up and let me sleep, Jooheon? I’m tired…
*a couple of minutes later in the dark…*
Jooheon: Hey, Y/N are you still awak- *accidentally touches your boob*

Originally posted by jo0heonie


He would be super nervous and start making a million scenarios in his head, as he wouldn’t be sure if you just wanted to sleep in his bed, or sleep with him. So he would just pull the typical Wonho move, play it cool (and collapsing in an embarrassment breakdown 2 seconds later).

You: Wonho… Would it be awkward if we slept together?
Wonho: No at all… Pfff… Wait a second, though. Do you mean sleep, sleep, or sleep sleep, because if it’s the second one…
You: Wonho, for God sake… I’m literally just gonna close my eyes and pass out. Chill, boy. What did you have in mind?
Wonho: Me??? Nothing… Of couse I knew you meant that… *sweats*

Originally posted by monsta-x-cuties


This little savage would try to act like it’s not big deal while he would actually be so happy inside because he’s gonna have the chance to have you sleeping in his own bed. He would still try to hide his true feelings for you.

You: Can I sleep in your bed tonight? I’m too lazy to go back home.
Hyungwon: Of course not. I’ll give you a blanket, you are sleeping on the floor. 
Hyungwon: Okay, okay… You can sleep here but you have to do it on your side because I’ll only give you 20cm of my bed, so good luck trying to fit in.
Hyungwon: OKAY THEN. God, why are you so greedy?

Originally posted by minyeossi

(Just to make the feels rise a little more, Ik he would stay awake till you fell asleep so he could stare at you BYE)


Oh this boy is everything but shy. He’d be glad you asked and he’ll be lowkey (and by lowkey I mean HIGHKEY AF) trying to getas close as he can to you, just being his clingy self. He’d take it as an oportunity to have a taste of the kind of relationship he wants we you but he doesn’t have (yet).

You: So… I can stay the night here?
Minhyuk: Yeah, that’s my side right there, you can have the other one.
You: Okay… Now I have a side…
Minhyuk: Of course you do. That’s how it works…
Both: *get in bed*
You: Hummm… Minhyuk… can you please go to your side, you are technically over me…
(you are Jooheon)

Originally posted by wonhontology


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sex with zach would include...

• a slow & passionate first time together where he makes sure everything is perfect

• zach never pushing you to do something you aren’t comfortable with

• zach knowing your body better than you do

• he’s all about making love rather than just fucking you

• him just appreciating every single inch of your body

• “you look so fucking pretty right now.”

• hand holding during the whole thing

• hickeys all over, bruises everywhere, scratches down his back

• him being comfortable enough to really let go when he’s with you. (like just imagine him letting out soft whimpers and moans & not being embarrassed)

• “it’s okay to be loud.”

• oral, oral and more oral

• “does that feel good, princess? tell me how good it feels.”

• zach wanting to give more than receive

• zach on top >>>

• hot and needy sex in the back of his car

• “i’m not hurting you, am i?”

• after sex cuddles

• “zach, why are you smiling like that?”
“i just really love you, that’s all.”

Do y'all ever just take a second and think about how weird eating disorders are? Bc there’s obviously that whole thing about how “it’s more than food” but like. Why food. How the hell did I latch onto THIS of all things to cope. Wtf. Oh so I feel like a lazy piece of shit that’ll never make anything of myself? You know what would make that better!?!?!??? OBSESSIVELY COUNTING THE CALORIES IN A SINGLE EGG WHITE AND A CUP OF SPINACH OF COURSE. Seriously what the fuck. I could have latched onto literally anything, but what do I choose? Fuckin breakfast? Let me reiterate: what THE fuck. Wtf the fuck. What tf in the hell.

Beauty and the Beast 2017 is a remake done RIGHT

ive felt the overwhelming need to rave about beauty and the beast since i saw it a few days ago. **SPOILERS**

lets begin from the start

  • it would’ve been hard to go wrong with cast members like Emma Watson, Josh Gad, etc. i had extremely high hopes and was not disappointed
  • Dan Stevens (beast) deserves some appluase for being able to wear that amazingly ridiculous makeup in the opening scene (i fucking loved it)
  • the question of how the hell this village that is within a days ride of the enchanted castle is completely oblivious to its existence is explained
  • they give Gaston a reason to be so creepily obsessed with Belle. i mean that doesn’t justify his behavior at all, but still. he’s just come back from a war and is clearly still exhibiting behavior (violence, dominance, desire) that are products of being at war.  
  • LEFOU !!!!!, i knew i would love Josh Gad in this role. “but she’s so well-read and you’re so….athletically inclined” 
  • they didn’t alter the core story/plotpoints from the original but instead, added some amazing content that really fills many of the holes from the original and more. 
  • Emma Watson’s portrayal of Belle is just phenomenal, she keeps the essence of the character while fleshing out some things that Belle sort of had (defiance, courage, wit) that were only hinted at in the original. 
  • We get a pretty plausible reason for the absence of Belle’s mother, and it explains why Maurice is a little bit odd. 
  • BEAST HAS A REASON FOR IMPRISONING MAURICE. its a stupid one. but at least its something. it always bothered me in the original that Beast locked Maurice up for no apparent reason other than the fact Maurice trespassed (to escape horrible weather mind you) and sat in his favorite chair???? at least here its because Maurice steals a rose (i said it wasn’t a very good reason). i also believe this concept is from the ORIGINAL story written by the french novelist Gabrielle-Suzanne Barbot de Villeneuve (don’t quote me on that though)
  • Ewan McGregor and Ian McKellan don’t need explanation for being amazing. (someone better invent immortality before Sir Ian McKellan meets his fate)
  • Belle is badass, she TRICKS her father so that she can take his place because she fucking loves him so goddamn much
  • Belle also has an accurate reaction to objects being able to move and talk. throwing a stool at them.
  • the question of HOW the fUCK Belle got Beast up onto Philippe after the wolf attack on her own is finally solved (thank god that even bothered me as a child)
  • we are told why the servants care for Beast so much even though he’s kinda dickwad AND we are told why he’s such a dickwad, not just cause he that’s who he is but because his father fucked him up
  • Belle knows about the spell. not how to break it, but she knows that it exists and she knows that a human is behind all the anthropormorphic objects and Beast which makes it A LOT less weird that she falls in love with Beast. In the original, she knows the castle is enchanted but she has no idea about the spell so it’s kinda weird she falls in love with (what she thinks) is just a freak of nature. 
  • for some reason, it feels as if Belle in Beast know each other for a lot longer in the remake than the original which is nice. 
  • i will now take the time to rave about the music. it’s beautiful. the original songs are gorgeous and everything they added to them (altered words and such) make them better. i havent stopped listening to the soundtrack
  • all newly composed songs are so good and fantastic additions
  • EVERMORE (song sung by Beast when Belle is freed from him) HAD ME SOBBING, HIS VOICE PENETRATED MY SOUL
  • Maurice and Belle are badass as fuck, i swear, partners in crime getting themselves out of the carriage so that Belle can go warn Beast. i died when Maurice just casually handed the asylum guy the picked lock. 
  • of course i have to note i was all for the gay lefou storyline

i feel as though i have probably missed some things but that about sums up my thoughts. I could go on about the technical side of it and commend the amazing CGI but that’s a whole other story that would just make this post longer than it already is. 

i was so hesitant about remakes when Disney started doing them, but if the rest of them can be to this caliber - sign me up.