eastern massachusetts gothic
  • The men and women are staring at you with pupil-less eyes.  Their hoodies are emblazoned with New England Patriots logos and some sort of dark, sticky spray.  It looks fresh.  You know what they do to people who aren’t part of the Patriot Nation.  “Go Pats,” you say.
  • You’re driving to New Hampshire to buy fireworks.  The highway is surrounded by trees.  You keep driving.  The sky darkens.  You keep driving.  Are there more trees?  You keep driving.  You have been driving for hours.  The trees are getting closer.  You keep driving.  You have been driving for hours
  • Everybody knows the rhyme about the light on top of the old John Hancock Building.  Steady blue, clear view.  Flashing blue, clouds due.  Steady red, rain ahead.  Flashing red, get into the nearest building.  Barricade the doors with whatever you can find.  Sit motionless in the corner and breathe as shallowly as you can.  It will be over soon.  It will be over soon.
  • You go to Dunk’s.  The unsmiling girl at the counter hands you your coffee.  You can see the street through the glass doors.  You step through to leave and find yourself in Dunk’s.  Surprised, you turn again and open the door, stepping through into Dunk’s.  You scramble backwards through the door into Dunk’s.  Staggering to your feet, you turn to the counter.  The same unsmiling girl is there.  One of her eyes is orange, the other pink.
  • Tourists walk through the Granary Burying-Ground, looking for the graves of Sam Adams and Paul Revere.  They don’t question why there are iron gates at the front of the cemetery.  Locals don’t question why the gates look bent outward, as if something had been pushing at them from the inside.
  • You can find the most interesting things in the mud when the snow finally starts to melt at the end of March.  Waterlogged phones.  Stray keys.   Lost earrings.  Human teeth.  Wow.  A lot of teeth, actually.  You know what that means: it’ll be a hot summer this year!
  • You’re used to the reenactors wandering around giving tours.  You don’t think much of it anymore when you see people in tricorn hats or colonial dress.  Those particular ones look a little dingy, though.  Their red coats look old.  There’s mud splashed up their legs.  Where’d they find mud on cobblestones?  Nice job on the muskets, though, they look almost real.  So do the spreading red stains.
  • Oh, the Great Molasses Flood?  When a vat of molasses broke and flooded the North End?  Haha, yes.  Isn’t that funny?  21 people died, you know.  They say on a hot day you can still smell molasses in the North End.  They say that’s definitely what those sticky dark stains on the pavement are.  I wouldn’t even worry about those.
  • The tourists at Plymouth Rock always look disappointed.  It’s so small and unassuming.  They expected more.  You walk past them on your way to get an ice cream.  As you walk back, you notice there are fewer tourists.  The rock looks bigger, though.
  • The electronic signs on the highway are amusingly self-aware.  “Be smaht, buckle up.”  “Use yah blinkah.”  The further you go down the pike the funnier they get.  “Wicked bad storm comin’.”  “The dahkness waits foah no one.  Make sure yah sͥ̅t̆ảy̽͂̒̒͂ ̿̈ͬͨ̐aͦ̀w͂̑̑̆̒a͗̿ͪ̅̑͊keͣͤ͗̓.”    “Hͫͨͤ̑ͬͣe̓ͯ̔ ̔îͭͦ̚s̑ͩ̈ͫ ̒̌͂ͮͩ̇͆c̉ͩ̽õ̉ͬ̏̇ͧm̎̿ͣͣ̐ͫ̄i͗̚n̉̈̐́͊gͩͩͤ.͋̋ ͫͯ͗̈́̅ ̒̌̈H̍ͤeͮ̆͑̐̓̏ͦ ͌ͯ͛̒̚ĭ̐̄̍̀s̀ͥ̿ͥ͂̚ cͦ͊ͧo͛̿̄̑͗m̤͓͕͇̜̃̑ͬͩͫ̒ͬī̫̥͙̖͓̎̊n͇͔ͮgͨ͆̈.̫̬͔͕̅ ͇͚̝͙̩ ̱̒̄̐ͦͫ̍̅Hͤ̇͗̿ͭ҉̰͚̣Ȩ̤̭̳͖͖̫̩ ̶̻̦̻̳̝̮̯I̜̟S̺͍̼̯͔ ̜̻̲͓̝̳͎̆ͩ͒͊͌͢H͚̣ͯE̳̪͋͑ͧ͂͂A͓͖̙̤̾ͫH̑ͅ”

Another one of our favorite shark stories.

No Language Barrier//Kunpimook Bhuwakul

Originally posted by jiminsassbutt

Pairing: Bambam x reader

Genre: Comedy

Summary: @myfuckingheroes said:

hi it’s me again haha, this time is a scenario request! so yeah i was wondering if you could write a bambam scenario in which you are learning thai to surprise him but you realize that the pet name he has always used for you means something like “monkey’s butt (dahk-ling)” (lmao this one is actually used).. so yeah use that as a prompt please, thank you in advance~ :D


xoxo Sara

You had been dating your wonderful boyfriend, Bambam, for about six months now. It had been a lovely six months, with nonstop giggles and smiles and surprises. The latest surprise, however, were tickets back to his home to meet his family. It wasn’t for a while, though, because he was currently promoting with his band for their new album and couldn’t really travel.

You decided to take it upon yourself  to learn Thai, in attempts to surprise your boyfriend. He had told you you should learn Thai in the beginning of your relationship so he could flirt with you without the others knowing, but that idea quickly died down as you barely had enough time with your studies to even attempt to learn another language.

But now that your semester had ended, you had plenty of free time to learn your boyfriends native language.

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Dark One Lies!
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…the grumpy Dahk One with his wee magic box of pudding

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  1. Peter Murphy Shimmy must be performed by listener for at LEAST one half of the song. 

anonymous asked:

Can you do a fluffy scenario with Bambam for Got7? When he teaches you how to say his name

“Dahk ling!”

I heard someone call out amidst the sound of my front door opening and closing. I turned around just in time to see a flash of brown before I was tackled into a hug. Surprised, I stumbled back a few steps as my assailant pulled his head back to look at me.

“Bambam!” I laughed. “Don’t scare me like that!”

“Sorry, my dahk ling,” he grinned before giving me a kiss on the cheek and releasing me. He took my hand and steered me towards the kitchen before letting go and raiding the fridge.

“How has work been?” I asked as I sat down at the counter. I heard a faint muffled noise come from him, but I couldn’t make out what he was saying.

“What?’ I asked. He turned towards me and I saw that he had a banana sticking out of his mouth. Again, he attempted to respond to me, and again, his attempts were hindered.

“What are you saying?” I laughed, and he finally took the banana out of his mouth and swallowed.

“It’s been really busy,” he said as he gathered some more food into his arms, closed the fridge, and set everything down onto the counter in front of me. “We’ve been having the Nation concerts, as well as practicing for our Japanese debut, and it’s been taking up all of our time. I’m sorry I haven’t been able to come see you lately.”

He pouted and stared at me with apologetic eyes; I smiled and stole a bite of his banana before replying.

“It’s okay, Bambam” I reassured him. “I understand how busy you are. As long as I get these interactions every now and then, then I am good.”

“Well, I have the entire weekend off, so we can go on as many dates as you want!” he said, excitement pouring out of his every word. I laughed and agreed with his invitation.

“Ah, but dahk ling,” he said, pouting again. “When I’m with you, I don’t want to be Bambam anymore! I want you to call me by my real name!”

 “B-but, you know I can’t pronounce your name!” I replied, a bit embarrassed, but he just grinned as he popped a bonbon into his mouth.

“That’s okay! I’ll teach you!”

His enthusiasm was contagious, and I readily agreed to his request.

“Okay, this is how it’s spelled,” he said as he grabbed a piece of paper and jotted down the name Kunpimook Bhuwakul. “It looks difficult, but it’s actually easy if you sound it out. First off is ‘kahn.’ Go ahead, say it. ‘Kahn.’”

“Kahn,” I repeated, and he smiled and nodded.

“Good! Next is ‘pee,’ like you have to go pee.”

“Okay, I get it,” I laughed before repeating the word.

“And then it’s ‘mook.’”

“Muk,” I said, and he shook his head.

“Mook,” he said once again.

“Mu-oooook,” I repeated, as Bambam put his hands on my cheeks and squished them together, forcing the correct sound out of me.

“Good! Now sound it all out together!”

I hesitated for a moment, but then attempted to do so.

“Kahn-pee-mook,” I pronounced slowly, earning an enthusiastic nod and a bonbon.

“Now for my last name! First up is ‘Boo!’ Like a ghost!”

“Boo!” I laughed.

“Good! Next is ‘wah,’ like you’re seeing something that’s really awesome. ‘Waaahhhh, you’re so cool, Kunpimook!’”

“Waaahhhh, you’re such a dork!” I replied, sticking my tongue out at him.

“Dahk ling, that hurts!” he grabbed his chest as though it ached. “Lastly is ‘kewl!’ Like you’re too kewl for skewl.”

This one took me a couple tries, but I eventually earned his approval.

“Now say all of it!”

“Boo-wah-kewl,” I sounded out, earning a thumbs up and another bonbon.

“Now say them both together!”

“Kahn-pee-mook Boo-wah-kewl.”

“That’s it!” he said, clapping excitedly. “You can just call me by my first name, but now you know how to pronounce them both!”

“That’s great and all,” I said, “but where’s my treat?”

I opened my mouth, waiting for another bonbon, but instead I was greeted by puppy eyes and puffed up cheeks.

“Dahk ling, aren’t I treat enough for you?” he asked as he attempted to discreetly slide the rest of the bonbons behind his back.

“You give me those bonbons right now!” I got up and ran around the counter and attempted to grab the box from him. He held them out of my reach as his other arm held me at bay.

“Not until you call me by my real name!” He teased as I struggled against him.

“Kunpimook, you give me my treat right now!”

“Okay!” he replied before he grabbed my waist, pulled me into his body, and planted a soft, quick kiss on my lips.