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Crush Imagine #32

y/f/n = your friends name

y/g/f/n= your guy friends name

I stared at the text from y/c, as if I was trying to engrave it in my brain forever. Why had I agreed to go to a party with him, and sneak out of my house in the process? I quietly left my room and snuck down to the basement. I quietly thanked god for walk out basements as I quietly opened the door and shut it, quickly running over to Y/C’s car. I opened the door and sat down, quickly buckling. “What are you doing? Go go go” I urged. Y/C chuckled and put his car in drive, and he drove us to the party. 

The party was in full swing by the time we got there. The music was loud enough that you could hear it from one block over, and cars lined the streets as if the world was going to end and this one house is where you would be safe. “We are so not finding a place to park” I groaned, fixing my shirt. Parties were notorious for hookups, and I was hoping that Y/C and I would end up hooking up with each other by the end of the night. 

“Yeah” he groaned and we drove to the next street over. He finally parked infront of some random house, and we got out of his car. I started walking down the street when y/c called out my name. “Where the hell are you going?” he asked. 

“To the party” I gave him a weird look. 

“This way” he shook his head. I followed him through someone’s backyard until we reached a literal wall. “It’s a good thing you’re very small” y/c teased, looking at the wall which was taller than me. “Damn I forgot they had this” he muttered. Unlike most of my friends, I was given the genes of an ant, and was barely 5′2″, a long way from y/c who happened to be well over 6 feet. “Alright lets do this” y/c sighed and tried to roll up his shorts as much as he could and got down on one knee. I placed my foot on his knee, trying my best not to get any dirt on him. I got my hands on the top of the wall, and got a little extra boost to get my whole body on top. I sat and waited as y/c climbed up and jumped down. “Do you trust me?” he asked, stretching out his arms. 

“Of course I do” I smiled. 

“Alright, I’m going to grab your legs, and you slowly let yourself down” he instructed. I felt tingles once he held onto my ankles and slowly scooted off the ledge, holding onto it by my hands. Y/C removed one hand from my ankle and held my waist, and then moved his other hand to the other side of my waist. “Okay let go” he said. I let go and fell a little, but was sturdy in y/c’s arms. I held onto y/c for safety, and let go of him once I felt safe. “Hi” he grinned. 

“Hi” I bit my lip as y/c set me down on the ground. 

“Wow y/n, you look great” he stepped back.

“Thank you” I smiled and walked over to a group of my friends, swaying my hips lightly. 

“Y/N you look smokin!” y/f/n exclaimed, hitting my arm. 

“Thanks, hopefully it’ll be good enough” I sighed. 

“Oh shut up, if nothings happens tonight then he’s stupid, alright? Now come on, let’s get us drinks” y/f/n led me towards the gazebo where kegs and bottles of beer were lined up. I grabbed a bud light and took a sip.

“Wow y/n wanna dance?” y/g/f/n asked. 

“Maybe later, I just got here” I smiled.

“Alright, well I want to dance, now” he grabbed my arm and pulled me. 

“What the fuck y/g/f/n? How drunk are you” I pulled my arm back. 

“Look I’m just really, you’re just really hot tonight, like damn girl I’d fuck you” he slurred. I rolled my eyes and turned around, walking back to y/f/n. Y/g/f/n grabbed my arm, turned me around and forcefully kissed me. I pushed him off of me.

“Stay the hell away from me” I glared at him.

“Oh come on y/n, if I could I would” he smirked. Before I could say anything, y/c had showed up. 

“Dude lay off, she clearly doesn’t want to hook up with you” he tried to calm things down. 

“Oh yeah, what are you going to do about it? Everyone in this damn schools knows that you’re not gonna do shit, mostly because you haven’t done shit for y/n” y/g/f/n spat. Y/C muttered something and punched y/g/f/n’s jaw. My jaw dropped, had that just happened. 

“Stay away from her for the rest of today” he shoved y/g/f/n and grabbed my hand, leading me away from the scene. 

“Thank you” I quietly said. 

“For what?” he asked, his hand was holding onto mine tightly. 

“For that” I softly said. 

“He was bothering you” y/c stopped walking once we were in the house and in a living room. “I did what any guy would have done” he gave a soft smile and sat us down on a couch, letting go of my hand. 

“I’m such a dick, I didn’t stop him because he was bothering you” y/c admitted. “I stopped him because I didn’t want to hear about, or see you two hook up” 

“Why?” I asked.

“Because I wanted to hook up with you” he muttered. I raised an eyebrow and bit my lip. Before I even realized what I was doing, I was pressing my lips against y’c’s lips. His lips moved against mine, swiping his tongue across mine every once in a while. I straddled y/c and tangled my hands in his hair as he lowered his hand to rest on my butt. Every kiss made it feel like I was in heaven. It was once we heard a random shout from outside that we pulled away. I rested my forehead against y’c’s for a few moments before getting off of him and sitting on the couch. 

“I don’t want us to be a hookup” y/c interlocked our fingers. “I want us to be real, I want a relationship” 

“Are you trying to ask me out?” I giggled. 

“More like asking you to be my girlfriend, and to come with me to dinner next Friday” 

“Well I can’t really say no” I grinned and pecked y’c. 

“Good” he grinned and kissed my forehead.


“Within the perils of his own demons, he came to recognize the purity held within you, and how even the loneliest of creatures have the ability to feel.”

  • Yoongi x Reader
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  • Genre: Angst, Fluff, Supernatural themes

a/n: idek what this is, unedited because it’s 3 am.

He phased into your reality within a flash, unseen to all others passing around him, through him, unaware of the mythical being standing at the corner of twenty second and fifth; irises a mixture of fire and cobalt, a perfect contradiction of his very existence.

He gazed at you from across the narrow road, lined with cars and street vendors that yelled out into the brisk morning. It was easy to spot you, a face all too familiar to him, and rightfully so, after the many years spent by your side, watching and protecting.

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Some great discovery associated with it may hereafter make our most sanguine forecast of today seem poor and mean beside the reality. That its collections must increase is the law of its being. To it are coming, and will continue to come, things rich and rare from the four quarters of the globe. No limit can be set to its expansion along the lines already so wisely laid down, nor to the results which may flow from it. This is the century of wonders, and its closing years are like to be the climax for all which have preceded them. Men of science tell us that the problem of aerial navigation is on the eve of solution, mainly through atmospheric observations and the study of the motion and structure of birds, carried on it part in collections like this. It is said that the mighty power of electricity has not even shaken off its swaddling clothes, and is yet to tower before us like genie of the Arabian tale from the unsealed vase. If these things be true, and if other revelations of which we do not even dream are to remake the world in these or some of these, it may well be that the institution will have an honored part.

Mr. Edward G. Mason, President of the Chicago Historical Society, “The Message of the Museum to Chicago and the World.” 

Field Museum opening day and dedication ceremony, June 2nd, 1894. 8,000-10,000 people in attendance. 

Reading this passage gave me chills, putting myself in the position of those at the ceremony, their place in time and history. The fact that when the Museum was opened - the same collections I work in today - that aerial flight was on the horizon, and electricity was in its earliest, infantile stages, is awesome in every sense of the word. Many of these words have endured* more than 120 years and uphold the mission we carry out today – No limit can be set to its expansion along the line already so wisely laid down, nor to the results which may flow from it. 

If these people thought then we were at the brink of discovery, then now we are just beginning the gradual downward slope into the infinite spiral. At the center of that spiral lay our increasingly important museums and the collections they house. 

*some have not..


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↳ Welcome to the glitz and glamour of Hollywood, California, where palm trees and fancy cars line the streets, and movie stars, directors, and high powered studio executives rub shoulders for a chat and a drink at Galand’s. Down the street from the Mandarin Theatre, Goldshire Studios’ omnic film auteur, HAL-Fred Glitchbot, has created his two latest films, They Come from Beyond the Moon and Six-Gun Killler, to varying amounts of critical and commercial acclaim. However, even Tinseltown has been gripped by anti-omnic sentiment, and the outspoken director has become a prime target in escalating the conflict.

jedidiahjenkins: Look closely at the photo. There is beauty in this story.
After speaking at @yellowconference I had to run to my car and drive to Sophia’s house. She sent a text out the day before to our close group of friends. She said ‘Patch is in a bad way. I’m wondering if you, my chosen family, can come over and spend the day with me and him and let’s send him to heaven surrounded by the love he’s given us for fourteen years.’
Everyone had been there all day by the time I pulled up. I saw cars lined down the whole street. I had that tight throat that comes with tears seeing all my friends in one place, rallied last minute to be the love Sophia needed. To show Patch the love he deserved.
Patch was a pitbull rescue with one eye. He lost the other from a fight or abuse or we don’t know. But Sophia rescued this rejected broken dog and he traveled with her everywhere. He napped in our laps and licked us clean.
Patch couldn’t really walk anymore or control his functions. So yesterday, on his glorious last day as a dog, we fed him so much bacon, salami, ice cream, all the things a dog could dream of. He must’ve gone numb from being rubbed and pet.
When the kind hearted vet showed up, Sophia assumed most of us would leave. Everyone stayed. The group just quieted and took the posture of reverence. Patch was given something to make him fall into the deepest loveliest sleep. Sophia lay beside him, spooning him on his bed. She whispered to him things I couldn’t hear. She giggled. He was snoring loudly. Then, he went to be with all the dogs that have loved before him. We were crying.
I said to my friend @azitaloves, 'take note. I want this when I go. I want this exact day.’
There are many lonely humans who have never known the love this dog knew. He earned it by his love, but first, someone took a chance on him. He was a reject. He was probably mean and sad. A 'dangerous dog.’ Sophia said 'I will be your home. Your safe place.’ And he became the best dog in history. That’s what love does.