Pairing: Jungkook x reader [feat: Taehyung, Yoongi, and Namjoon] Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut. Ability!AU Scifi!AU Word Count: 2.5k
“what is it like to even be human?”
All Jungkook could remember were the events that was being unfolded right in front of him, everything else being untraceable. Being forced into a war he wasn’t even aware that was happening, being paired up with Taehyung and Yoongi during this ‘war’. They were pushed into this, being forced to kill the unknown enemy, relying on their so called abilities to keep them safe. Many questions were left unanswered, that was until he met you. More questions raised up, more confusion being added, and only a few things being answered. How can you tell the difference between human, and non-human?
You guys know how I get like…. “psychic” dreams or whatever. Well (more when I was little) I’d get like… more spirit-y demon stuff… but I’m fairly certain I had one except it was more of a “trickster” type entity…. it was really really weird. Like it tricked me into kissing him but I was like “hang on…. this isn’t right something’s wrong” and I opened my eyes and it was some weird smiling guy I’d never seen before ever and i can almost swear I was awake for part of it. Like… I gotta do more protection stuff bc it could’ve been worse I think
I have a question.. how do I know my ex misses me or cares for me? I was sleeping in he's bed and I could feel he's finger tips on my arm being gently.. he was also nice to me.. we been together a year and half.. and when I'm talking I feel like he's always looking at me.. I do miss him and love him so much.. after a year has past by. He truly did made me the happiest.. and I can't seem to find that anywhere..
You’re can’t really tell if someone misses you or not. Everybody shows it differently or not at all. It’s hard to say.. of course there are typical signs but you still can be wrong about them. The only way to really find out is to ask him.
*writing* Oh wow, they are going to love this. This is by far my best work!
*witty lines* *perfect love making* *fluffy enough to kill us all* *a dash of angst, a smidgen of hurt/comfort*
Oh man. This is it. This will be my legacy! *sweats into fic* *bleeds into fic* *cries into fic* *spends days perfecting the grammar and verbage and sex scenes* *has 15 betas look over it*
Okay. It is finally time to release my baby on the world. Here you go fandom. You're welcome.
Ha, cute. *like* *kudos*
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same fanfic writer:
*writing* Whatever. This is shit, I don't even care right now. A singing squirrel? Sure, let's do it. Haha, cheesy lines that make no sense, sure. Grammatical errors out the wazoo? Why not. No one's going to read this piece of crap anyway, I literally wrote it on a scrap of 1 ply toilet paper with a broken yellow crayon.
OMG THIS IS THE BEST THING YOU HAVE EVER GRANTED US WITH, WHERE HAS THIS BEEN ALL MY LIFE, OMG, I NEED A SEQUEL IMMEDIATELY, PLEASE. WHAT THE. I'M NOT EVEN WORTHY. *kudosrebloglikereccomment*
Fat girls are beautiful
Fat girls are sexy
Fat girls are soft
Fat girls are magical
Fat girls are talented
Fat girls are strong
Fat girls are smart
Fat girls are loving
Fat girls are cute
Fat girls are funny
Fat girls are flexible
Fat girls are amazing
Fat girls can be vulnerable
Fat girls can be confident
Fat girls can be shy
Fat girls have feelings
Fat girls cry
Fat girls laugh
Fat girls dance
Fat girls do amazing things
Fat girls can do anything and be anything
Don’t let anybody ever tell you different.
There’s something I need to point out with this whole “art style stealing” issue.
And that’s yes, maybe alot of young artists “copy” other art styles. But we all do it. I’ll pay anyone who can show me their art from when they were first starting out and have it not look like some anime’s art style, or their favorite cartoon. It’s how we learn. Over time the pictures you draw develop from looking like Invader Zim to your own unique look, and that’s how it’s always been.
For example, here’s a drawing by @spibbles, someone whose dealt with this alot.
and here is a drawing I made just now, my attempt to draw this same picture exactly, their style and all.
even when I am blatantly trying to recreate the exact same picture, you can tell they were done by two different artists. You can’t copy an art style exactly. Can you be influenced? Yes. Is that wrong? No.
And I promise you if this was ten years ago, my drawing would look like this, just like hundreds of yours would.
Cause everyone starts out using someone else’s art style.
If they aren’t tracing or stealing the artist’s creations themselves, leave them alone.
i just love how there was such a stark contrast between jake telling amy he still has feelings for her (”i know you’re with teddy and nothing is going to happen, i just wanted you to know”) vs teddy telling amy he still has feelings for her (”why are you with him” “will you marry me”)
anyone else still sometimes catch themselves thinking about how after all those years of idolizing dave strider and after all that time in the void session wondering and anticipating and nervously awaiting this theoretical possibility that he might get the chance to meet him, dirk finally fucking sits down with dave one on one hours from the final battle and like wow fucking surprise motherfucker
he gets to find out his literal worst fears were ACTUALLY true! the version of him that dave knew actually did, in fact, do his level best to ruin dave’s life and was an abusive, toxic influence from day one and throughout to the point where dave can’t even look at him without flinching!
this coming at a time when dirk is already horrendously low on himself, his relationship with Jake literally just blew up like 3 hours ago and if the AR thing went down even remotely the same way there was also that and holy hell dude what a time to be informed about the existence of Bro Strider. Dirk is sitting there thinking he was a toxic influence to Jake from moment one and probably all of his friends the whole time and here Dave is confirming everything from a parallel perspective?
you can just see this horrible gut clenching moment when this utterly defeated Dirk just meekly accepts that this other version of himself is reflective of his true innermost self and has justifiably ruined any chance he ever had of impressing or even knowing Dave
– and then you see Dave just immediately lift it off him, even get kinda angry at him for having the audacity to even try accepting it that way, you can FEEL Dave’s fucking confusion because he went in guns blazing expecting a confrontation with someone as impossible and inscrutable as Bro was. Dave went in expecting to punch a brick wall and get nowhere, and instead he got Dirk “you’re absolutely right and I’m so fucking sorry I ruined your life” Strider
and from Dirk’s pov, listening to this, watching this, having this realization that this dave isn’t an untouchable, aloof, mysterious and mythical heroic figure of legend at all, but that only makes him MORE worthy of idolization in all the ways that genuinely matter – and simultaneously thinking that he’s already sabotaged himself out of the chance to know him at all.
It’s like, god, you know those hyperrealistic nightmares people have sometimes that are so fucking scary because they’re indistinguishable from real life, the ones where after you wake up it takes a long time for the understanding that it was actually just a dream to hit you and then you want to cry with relief?
For Dirk this had to have been so much like that, the whiplash between being 100% sure that Dave was just going to say what he needed to say and then never speak to him again (and knowing Dirk would have considered it completely justified and never questioned his right to do so jesus christ) followed IMMEDIATELY by Dave just being like no you don’t get it, THIS you, this version of you, what I am looking for deep down in my fucking SOUL is for this you that you are right now to be a person that I can have in my life to tell me that I’m okay, that you’re okay, that WE’RE okay – and after fifteen minutes talking to you I can already immediately tell that you ARE that person.
Dirk’s friends were always only interested in denying the possibility that Dirk could ever truly become a monster, they could never have possibly understood just how DARK Dirk is at his most self destructive, and that’s part of why their reassurances were always hollow for him – they didn’t GET IT, right, they never could have followed the rabbit hole all the way down, so what did they know? But this guy, Dave Strider, has literally seen Dirk at his worst, has lived through the actual reality of the worst things living inside the full-picture potential of Dirk Strider, has dealt with that to great personal detriment and is fucking STILL sitting here telling him “I can tell that you are different, I can tell that you are better, and I am willing to trust you and help you to become a better person than the guy I knew because at the end of the fucking day, you are too important to me to give up on”
like yeah confronting dirk with all of that was what dave needed absolutely but BEING confronted and ultimately forgiven by dave was what dirk needed too, just as much
A Ravenclaw pumped up on six cups of highly sugared coffee, a five hour energy, and three packs of skittles:
listen man I can tell you 43 different types of birds and every feasible fact about the book I'm reading but if I have to name one more goddamn constellation I'm shoving this star chart up Galileo's ass
don’t have anyone to tell me I have stars in my eyes, galaxies in my mind.
I don’t have anyone to tell me I am pretty when the sunlight kisses my skin, or how breathtaking I look talking about the things I love, or how I have the ability to envelope people with my love so completely.
I know all these things, I’ve known them since the beginning of time.
I know I am beautiful, and my personality is cheerful and explosive.
I know that I am smart and can rule the world someday.
I am a whole, complete entity, and I don’t need any boy to tell me any different.
I am done wasting my life away chasing behind boys who will never love me back, boys who will never care as much as me, I am tired of half assed romance and all those almost relationships.
I know, someday, I’ll meet someone who can coexist at the same wavelength as me, and even if I won’t ever meet him, I will be happy.
I am happy because although the sun doesn’t always kiss my cheeks like it does to the girl you are chasing, but I swear the wind dances with me when I am excited.
I am happy because my voice is like the sound of a nearby stream, gushing,steady, omnipresent and undeniably distinct, and although my voice isn’t pretty or husky, its steady, which is all that helps me to stop crying in front of other people.
I am happy because although I don’t have any fingers to lace mine through, and although I have no lips to kiss, my hands have created enough stories to last me eons and my lips have uttered the most bizarre, kind and truthful enigmas which I have learnt to be proud of.
I am happy because although I have no one to wake up next to at one am, I have the knowledge that I am awake, happy and so utterly alive to hear the thunder and catch a glimpse of the lightning outside my window.
I am happy that I can write pages and pages about an event that would possibly be deemed insignificant and fleeting by some, but somehow manages to be platinum for me.
I am happy that I am making something of myself. I am happy that ten years later, I will have a job and a degree to show for the past ten years, instead of stories of high school I keep bringing up.
I am happy because I have finally realised I am enough and so much more, I am overflowing, I am alive, I am breathing and I am more than enough, in fact I am so enough, that very few people are able to handle me, and for them I am forever and always grateful.
I am happy because I realised that I am complete, I am not a jigsaw missing the final piece, I am not searching for my other half, I am whole, whole, whole.
For all those girls who feel they aren’t enough, realise you are whole, you are not enough but more than enough.
You are wanted, you are valid, and you are absolutely breathtaking, and no boy, no matter how pretty his brown eyes are, can tell you any different.
I’m a witch that is currently in school so I keep my craft constantly surrounding me by devoting the front pocket of my backpack to all my witchy daily needs.
Recommended Contents (uses in parenthesis)
Pendulum (easy access divination)
Tumbled Stones: Changes with what I think I need daily. -Blue Lace Agate (tranquility) -Tiger’s Eye (confidence) -Aventurine (luck) -Hematite (grounding and protection)
Clam Shell (purification) Changes once per month when I trade it for another full moon cleansed clam shell.
Lavender Essential Oil (tranquility, I’m a stressed-out college student)
Worry Stone This is my most important item in my witchy pocket. My dad found it at a lake and gave it to me when I was really young and it hasn’t left my side for the most part. I don’t really know what it is made of but it is incredibly smooth after tumbling in that lake for so long. I hold it in my hand as pictured and run my thumb along it in counterclockwise motions to undo stress.
The keychain is from a company I really like and will be included in an upcoming post!
I thought I was smart when I was 16, but I don’t know shit compared to the 16-year-old girls that I see coming to my concerts. They talk to me about issues of social justice, and they know about intersectional feminism, they can tell you the difference between someone who is non-binary and agender and genderfluid. I didn’t know any of that when I was 16.