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Declutter Your Life

I’ve resolved that every Wednesday, I will write a masterpost about self care and living clean and happy lifestyles. Mainly because my blog is devoted to that too, besides being a studyblr, but I hardly ever post original content about it, so hereeee we go. :)

Plan first

  • Make a list of areas you want to tackle
  • Or items you want to go through
  • Set how long you’ll clean
  • And a little reward for yourself when you’ve reached that goal
  • Envision what you want your space to look like at the end
  • Set aside three baskets or areas: one for things to keep, one for things to trash, and one for things to donate/sell


There are just some ideas of things to get rid of or pare down. Feel free to add your own. :)


  • unnecessary pillows on your bed or extra blankets
  • monsters under your bed
  • chargers, wires, etc. that go to devices you don’t have anymore or that are broken
  • old devices, phones, ipods
  • books you felt kinda eh about while reading them
  • copies of books or CDs
  • old notebooks
  • sticky notes that have lost their stickiness
  • broken pencils
  • markers that have dried up
  • any art supply you don’t use
  • scrap paper that’s gotten too small
  • scrap yarn that’s gotten too small
  • old art projects
  • unfinished art projects
  • papers
  • candles w/o any smell
  • Scentsy-type stuff w/o any smell


  • clothes that don’t fit
  • all of those clothes you save for your “ugly days”
  • shoes that hurt that you don’t even like the looks of
  • underwear with holes (or blood stains - ya feel me, girls?)
  • socks without a matching pair
  • socks with holes
  • bras that are even looking tired
  • copies of clothes, like multiple white t-shirts
  • jewelry you don’t wear
  • childish jewelry
  • broken jewelry


  • hygiene products past their expiration date
  • faded towels
  • bottles with only a few drops of product left
  • worn out toothbrushes
  • hairbands that have lost their elasticity
  • congealed nail polish
  • makeup you regret buying

Digital Life

Social Media

  • Unfollow people, be merciless, make your social media a place of positivity
  • unfriend toxic people (see the next section)
  • go through your own posts and delete anything you regret posting
  • take social media breaks


  • upload all of your photos to Google photos or flickr or photobucket or onedrive or whatever, or even a CD, then delete them from your memory
  • also back up important documents or just things you want to keep to something else and delete them on your computer
  • go through and sort everything into files
  • delete any programs you don’t use


  • clean out your pictures, upload them to cloud or whatever
  • delete all of the apps you don’t use or need
  • go through your contacts and delete the people you don’t want to contact anymore
  • delete old text message conversations
  • give yourself a new background too, something clean and simple


  • Get rid of those people who are toxic in your life, mute notifications from them, unfollow them on social media (you can unfollow someone one facebook without unfriending them), don’t answer them often
  • make an effort to interact with people face-to-face rather than through text or the internet
  • decide who you want to actively invest your energy in


  • make a study schedule
  • prioritize your schedule – study the hardest subjects the most
  • remember that grades are important
  • also remember that grades aren’t everything 
  • (pls don’t fire me from being a studyblr)
  • if you can’t get everything you need to do done in 24 hours without sacrificing 8 hours of sleep and a bit of time for yourself, then you’re doing too much

Best tip to stay decluttered: Learn to say no.


7.18.17  ♡  36/100 days of productivity

Went to Chicago over the weekend with my friends and cousins and I had such a great time! I’m really gonna miss this city ♡ On another note, I won’t be sleeping for the rest of the week because I’ll be listening to the album of the century aka The War by EXO 

ig: sootudies

  • <p> <b><p></b> <b></b> Somewhere in bighit entertainment building<p/><b>Bighit:</b> So. BTS we are running out of ideas to surprise your armys. Any ideas ?<p/><b>Rap monster:</b> Make 2 versions of the album.<p/><b>Bighit:</b> Damn namjoon. We had 4 last time.<p/><b>Jin:</b> Make it pastel pink and green like never before that should trick them.<p/><b>Bighit:</b> sounds cool.<p/><b>Suga:</b> Repeat every single song in wings and add 4 more. That should satisfy them.<p/><b>Bighit:</b> Extra salary for you.<p/><b>J-Hope:</b> Have 2 MVs.<p/><b>Bighit:<b> Shyt. if you ever stop dancing and rapping join the production team.<p/><b>Taehyung:</b> Drop the teaser out of nowhere.<p/><b>Jimin:</b> that's so unoriginal. Drop 2 teasers on consecutive days.<p/><b>Bighit:</b> damn jimin. You're smart.<p/><b>Jungkook:</b> Make not today teaser last 3 secs.<p/><b>Bighit:</b> you didn't graduate for nothing.<p/><b></b> Edited ver. ^^ <p/><b></b> -J.L<p/></p><p/></p>

Bearded Chicken Breeds-Dutch Owlbeard

The Owlbeard is a very old, if not the oldest, Dutch poultry breed dating back to the early seventeenth century. It appeared in many paintings from Old Dutch masters. They have no wattles and instead we find a beard and muffs, which cover the “chin and cheeks.” They also have a very striking horned V-shaped comb.  The eye color is brown-red and the earlobes are white. The color of the beak depends on the color variety. This also is the case with the leg color, which is white pinkish for the Cuckoo variety, light blue-grey for the White and slate blue for the Golden Spangled variety. The Owlbeard is known in Black, White, Black-laced Blue, Cuckoo, Golden and Silver Spangled, Yellow-white Spangled, Golden Pencilled, and Silver Pencilled varieties as well as the so-called Moorhead. The latter is known in White, Blue, Golden and Buff varieties with a totally black head. 

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anonymous asked:

hey if you're still doing prompts, the time(s) someone outside of the team (or inside) mistakes aaron for andrew or the other way around?? thanks!! i love your writing!!

There should be some sort of rule, Aaron thinks, that identical twins have to avoid celebrity. 

It was disarming enough to be a teenager the first time he saw his own face with nothing inside of it, like an indifferent stone likeness. Then Andrew went and got himself famous, made himself important to everyone (including Aaron). He stares out from magazine spreads with his middle finger up when Aaron goes through the checkout counter, and he follows him closely with his reputation.

He’s had patients bow out of the exam room when they heard their intern was ‘A. Minyard’. He’s had anger and relief flip toggles in his chest when he caved and bought a magazine, finding Andrew and Neil piled in Exy gear to promote a product. They looked uncommitted and severe except when they were jostled together and shot from the side, candid, staring. 

It almost makes him miss the moments with the foxes when everything was as simple as watching Andrew’s face for the changes and catching the wave to the next game.

But it’s better to have the kind of work that he knows he does best, stockpiled for the rest of medical school and the rest of his life after that. It feels good to stretch on rubber gloves and distance himself from the worst sort of rot in the world. 

It feels good for his feet to throb and his head to twist itself into knots, and to come home to Katelyn, who always tries to wait up for him and never can. She passes out with her legs over the armrest of their secondhand couch and her hair fanned over the cushions. He kisses her awake more often than not.

He goes for runs, sometimes, like he never did in college. It’s when his own reflection makes his neck prickle and he thinks, god, he’s here. He’s never not here. If you’re a twin you’re a member of a club, and you’re constantly in uniform.

He gets stopped on the street and asked for his autograph, and he feels comforted to know that his “piss off” is gentler than whatever Andrew would have said. 

He sees his own face hoisted at pride, watches Andrew become half of a relationship that handcuffs exy to entire social movements, and it coaxes old fear into his blood. It takes some wrangling and undoing of rusted closed spigots before he realizes that he’s impressed, too. 

He hates Neil out of habit. He watches the sun make new colours with Katelyn’s hair at 5 am. He puts his alarm on snooze just so he can lie there with her. He likes that his life is a can on a string, and somewhere, tossed out into another state, in a high-rise with blackout curtains and an orange cat, Andrew has the other can.

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Oh man, my productivity dropped for a second there. 

I had this idea for a drawing exercise where I randomly chose a Gorillaz character and a phase (by rolling my 4-sided dice like a nerd) and then do a sketch of that character specifically inspired by one Gorillaz song. And I might… do this for every Gorillaz song?? Or at least the albums and b-sides.

Good God, I need to be stopped.

Okay so I’m reading the guardian article on Ian and Mark. (https://www.theguardian.com/stage/2017/feb/01/mark-gatiss-and-ian-hallard-sherlock-we-met-online-back-when-that-was-odd) (sorry, I’m on mobile)

A few things:

1) they were considering titling the episode backlash? What? This implies that they knew the public would hate it. Their argument that they knew the public wouldn’t like anything they did because Sherlock is popular and that’s what happens to all popular things makes absolutely NO sense. Im sorry, but if this anecdote is true, it adds evidence to the show getting reichenbached.

2) Mark states that series 3 of League of Gentlemen was initially panned but is now seen as a masterpiece. As a LoG nerd, let me say: I wasn’t around when s3 initially aired but I literally can’t imagine it getting bad reviews? I loved it the first time I watched it and loved it more with each rewatch? Certainly there was no drop off in production quality or writing. And I did just a bit of digging and I don’t see any evidence whatsoever that the series got the reviews that Sherlock is getting. Which leads me to:

3) Just gonna put this out there for the tin foil hat squad. The plot of s3 of LoG was that each episode appeared to be a stand alone, but when you get to the last episode you see that every episode’s plot is actually intertwined via a car crash at the very end. So. That’s a thing.

Handplates: Recollections - Chapter 4 - CaitieLou - Undertale (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

So guys, I gotta come clean, I’m in a bit of a video-making slump at the moment. I’ve got a LOT of other creative projects going, but my productivity drops to nearly zero when I open my video software.

I was TRYING to keep this chapter under wraps until I got the video out, but screw it SOMETHING creative is coming out of me if it kills me.

So here is the next installment of Handplates: Recollections: I Shot the Serif!

Thanks to @ravvi-k for betaing this, as usual your rain of tiny notes and adjustments brought this to a new level of awesome ^^

And hi @zarla-s! I wrote you some more skeletons and quoted the thing.

Buying organic eggs sadly doesn’t change this. Male chicks are useless to the industry because they don’t lay eggs. They are unprofitable (just like male calves in the dairy industry) and therefore killed within the first week of hatching. 

The legal methods of killing baby chicks worldwide are: electrocution, shredding in an industrial grinder, cervical dislocation (breaking their neck), death by gas and suffocation in bags.

And not only that; but supporting this industry also means supporting the poultry/meat industry because all laying hens get sent to slaughter once their productiveness drops and they are no longer profitable.

“Free-range”, “organic” or regular, the egg industry is one of the most cruel forms of animal exploitation. We have the power to change this.

Inktober Day 14

Kim Jonghyun Mafia AU
  • like many of the other members of 101, you had gotten involved in 101 business due to your father’s involvement before you
  • your dad, who had passed away, had been one of the main managers of the drug flow through 101, but since you were fairly inexperienced, you entered the 101 as a runner (someone who delivers small amounts of drugs to people and collects the money)
  • the guy who replaced your dad, kim jonghyun, was apparently kind and forgiving, but you had yet to ever meet him for yourself
  • one time, the person you were delivering to got violent, insisting that you were asking for the wrong place
  • he’d shoved you and slapped you a couple times, but you’d managed to break free and run off, unable to complete the deal
  • not being able to collect the money/drop off the product was a big deal, and you were scared about what kim jonghyun might do
  • you returned back to the 101 hq, informing the correct person about what happened, and he sent you up to jonghyun’s office
  • you waited outside uncomfortably, pacing back and forth
  • finally, the person inside shouted “come in!”
  • you pushed the door, heart in your throat, and when you saw kim jonghyun for the first time, your heart beat even harder, but for an entirely different reason
  • you’d been expecting some crotchety old man to have replaced your father, but kim jonghyun was a young, extremely handsome 20-something, sitting at his desk in the crisp suit required of all 101 higher-ups, suit jacket slung over the back of his seat casually
  • stacks of papers surrounded him, and he pushed a file of papers aside to focus on you
  • you then noticed that he was frowning
  • “come in, sit down,” he said gently, gesturing to the seat across the table from him
  • you took the seat gingerly, watching the man in partial fear
  • “how did you get hurt?” he asked in concern, leaning on his elbows to get a closer look at you
  • your hand darted up to your face, wincing as your fingers touched slightly puffy, raw skin. apparently, the slap had left bruises
  • “did the pickup do that?” jonghyun asked again, this time a bit more sternly
  • “y-yeah,” you said quietly, unsure of what was to happen
  • “and you had no way of defending yourself?” he continued, frown growing deeper. “no gun, no weapon, no training?”
  • you shook your head and he cursed under his breath, reaching over to pick up the phone on his desk
  • “yah, kang dongho,” he snapped, running a hand through his inky black hair, “when you get new recruits, make sure you actually teach them how to fire a fucking gun before sending them my way.”
  • he hung up the phone and turned back to you
  • “are you alright?” he asked, “the guy didn’t try anything else, right? you don’t need a visit to the hospital?”
  • “no, no,” you replied, shaking your head, “he just shoved me around a bit, it’s no big deal.”
  • “well, we won’t be dealing to him again,” jonghyun informed you, “we don’t deal with pickups who think it’s okay to rough up our runners. but you,” jonghyun looked up at you, as though contemplating something, “you need to learn how to shoot a gun.”
  • you looked up at jonghyun in alarm, “i really don’t think that’s necessary,” you replied, “i’ll be fine.”
  • “well, you have the tattoo, right?” jonghyun raised his eyebrows as your fingers reached up, brushing over the 101 tattoo located right under your collarbone, “any true member of 101 should have a gun, i’m not sure why you weren’t taught.”
  • when dongho had brought you through the 101 initiation, he’d told you that he’d promised your father he’d do whatever it took to keep you from harming other people, which was why you were assigned as a runner instead of on a different team
  • but, jonghyun was your boss, and so you opted for not saying anything
  • “i’ll drive you up to the shooting range tomorrow,” jonghyun said, returning to the files he’d been working on, “get a good night’s rest
  • “thank you.” you replied, hurrying out of the room 
  • the next day, jonghyun picks you up from your apartment
  • despite his high ranking in 101, he’s definitely kind, but a bit quiet
  • most of the car ride was spent listening to the radio, and you were unsure how to make conversation
  • he pulled into the parking lot, showing you inside the small store that accompanied the range
  • after picking up the proper gear– glasses, earplugs and ear coverings, he disappeared into a back room, reappearing with two small, compact black handguns
  • first, he taught you how to load the gun, watching carefully as you followed his directions
  • then he took you over to one of the targets, instructing you on how to stand, where to hold the gun, hand placement and such
  • finally, he decided that it was time to actually fire
  • he shot a few rounds first, making sure that you understood exactly what to do before stepping aside
  • he took off the hat that he was hearing, handing it to you– it was important to wear a hat so that the ejected brass wouldn’t hit you in the face
  • after tugging the hat on, you positioned yourself, doing your best to listen to jonghyun’s advice
  • the kickback was intense, making you stumble a bit
  • jonghyun caught you by the shoulders, making sure you were okay
  • the first shot had completely missed, but as you spent more and more time shooting, you were able to consistently hit the target
  • “i think this is okay,” jonghyun said, once you were able to hit at least some part of the target 9/10 times. “i’m not looking for you to be able to kill people, just defend yourself.”
  • once you were done at the range, you drove back to the city, and jonghyun said that he’d buy some lunch quickly, feeling bad that he’d kept you for so long
  • the meal was nice, and you could tell that jonghyun was forcing himself to make conversation with you, despite him not being a super outspoken person
  • as with any conversation with another 101 member, the subject of how you got involved came up
  • you explained to him about your father and how you’d gotten dragged in due to your involvement
  • you’re deuce’s kid?” jonghyun was surprised that nobody had bothered to tell him that his former boss’s daughter was now working under him
  • you shrugged, eating another french fry, “it never came up, i guess.”
  • you returned to your usual jobs with a handgun tucked into your waistband 
  • jonghyun would periodically check in with you to make sure you were safe and okay
  • and every time, your heart would explode out of your chest
  • one night, you’re returning from a job when you get called up to the main office
  • kang daniel is lounging in his usual chair, ha sungwoon was investigating what books daniel had on his shelves, and jonghyun was pacing back and forth
  • “ah, (y/n)!” daniel smiled, gesturing for you to take a seat
  • he explained that there was a yakuza boss who had specifically requested to meet with 101, wanting to form a trade deal/pact
  • “why am i involved in this?” you frowned, crossing your arms
  • “yeah daniel, why is (y/n) involved in this?” jonghyun snapped, clearly upset at what was happening
  • daniel glared sharply at jonghyun
  • “you know the drug trade better than anyone at 101,” daniel said bluntly, “better than jonghyun. you grew up around the trade– you understand rates, you know the different traders in asia. you need to be present at this meeting.”
  • you sighed, pushing your hair back, “when is this meeting?”
  • “tomorrow,” daniel explained, “jonghyun will be acting as a front; there will be a camera placed on jonghyun’s body. you will be in the vehicle with sungwoon, directing jonghyun via in-ear.”
  • you contemplated the suggestion.
  • “why can’t i go to the meeting as well?” you asked, “wouldn’t jonghyun going alone be dangerous?”
  • “you’re not going,” jonghyun said firmly, “you just learned how to shoot a gun, this is going to be dangerous.”
  • you glared up at jonghyun momentarily before turning back to daniel, rolling your eyes
  • “fine, i’ll do it.”
  • soon, you found yourself sitting in the front seat of sungwoon’s car, laptop in between the two of you
  • one upside to staying in the car was that you were able to wear your sweats– jonghyun had to dress extremely nicely (when you saw him in his expensive suit and gelled hair, you’d almost passed out)
  • jonghyun walked into the hotel where the meeting was, letting himself be lead to the back room
  • “okay,” you began, eyes scanning over the scene, “i think they’ve replaced all hotel staff with their own people, but i’m not positive. the guy who just boarded the elevator definitely had a tattoo.”
  • jonghyun entered the room he’d been guided to, taking a seat across from akio, a prominent yakuza leader
  • akio began making his offer, smiling sleazily over at jonghyun
  • you listened closely, trying to pick out what exactly akio’s offer was
  • jonghyun pulled the contract towards him, scanning it
  • “wait, jonghyun, go back to the second page,” you said quickly, leaning forward to examine it.
  • “jonghyun, you need to get out of there, it’s a set-up,” you said urgently, “svt is behind this, they’re trying to get you to switch to akio so that they can take our current deals with other groups from us, since we would have switched allegiance. you need to leave,now,”
  • you watched worriedly as jonghyun did his best to refuse the offer, citing that he would need to consult with higher-ups
  • “how did you know?” sungwoon asked as he watched jonghyun quickly walk out of the room
  • “svt doesn’t have any drugs specialists,” you explained, watching anxiously as jonghyun sped through the halls of the hotel, “they sorted their offers by class, but they listed heroin under pharmaceutical, not as an opiod. the yakuza wouldn’t make a rookie mistake like that, and svt has been trying to corner 101′s hold on the drug market here for years.”
  • sungwoon whistled, nodding, “you really are deuce’s kid.”
  • jonghyun was able to make it out and sungwoon quickly pulled up to the hotel, picking him up
  • “thank you, (y/n),” jonghyun said breathlessly, quickly buckling his seatbelt as sungwoon pealed off, heading towards the 101 hq
  • after explaining the situation, several of the guys, including jonghyun, decided that they would go out for drinks, but you just decided to head home, feeling exhausted
  • it wasn’t hard for you to fall asleep, given how much you’d gone through that day, and you quickly drifted off
  • however, you were woken up by the sound of someone pressing your doorbell, making the loud rings echo through your apartment
  • groaning, you dragged yourself up, thinking maybe 101 had some kind of emergency
  • sure enough, jonghyun stood on your doorstep, but when you looked closely, he looked like he was about to fall asleep
  • “um, jonghyun?” you asked tentatively, staring at him in concern
  • jonghyun looked up at you, sighing
  • “you really are an angel,” he said with a small smile, ruffling his already messy hair, “you even answer the door at three in the morning.” you frowned, noticing how slurred his words were
  • “jonghyun, are you drunk?” 
  • “y-yeah,” jonghyun managed to get out, stumbling a bit 
  • sighing, you helped him into your apartment, sitting him down on your couch
  • you brought him a piece of toast and some water, watching in concern as he tried to dip the toast in the water– you’d never seen the quiet, closed off jonghyun act like this
  • “(y/n),” jonghyun began, looking over at you, “you know i really, really like you?” you stared back at the man in shock. “you’re really the perfect one for me, but you never seem to look my way.”
  • “just,” you shook your head, a million thoughts swirling, “just eat your bread so that we can sleep, jonghyun.”
  • jonghyun pouted at you before stuffing the entire slice of bread into his mouth
  • once he was less wasted, you made sure he was sleeping on his side, so that he wouldn’t vomit, before returning to sleep yourself
  • the next morning, you awoke to the sound of loud cursing and the faint smell of smoke
  • getting up, you raced out to the kitchen, where jonghyun was desperately fanning the toaster, billows of smoke coming from it
  • “um, jonghyun?” you asked carefully, trying to suppress a laugh
  • “ah, you’re awake,” he said sheepishly, “i wanted to make you breakfast, but i burned the toast, so now there’s only eggs.”
  • “it’s fine,” you laughed, grabbing the plate that was on the table, “we can just eat this, i don’t mind.”
  • the two of you ate in relative silence, until jonghyun set down his fork
  • “(y/n), I’m really sorry,” he sighed, “first i show up to your house drunk, and then I burn your toaster.”
  • you chuckled, “it’s fine, I’m just a bit unused to seeing you in this light.”
  • he groaned, ruffling his hair in embarrassment, “I really wasn’t planning on confessing to you drunk at three in the morning, though.”
  • you wrinkled your nose, glancing over at him, “you meant that?”
  • he turned a bit red, nodding, “yeah, I did,” he shrugged, “i do really like you, but i wanted to confess properly, not while I was wasted.”
  • “it was cute,” you replied with a grin, “i’ll accept, as long as you truly meant it.”
  • “actually?” jonghyun looked up at you happily with a wide smile, “you really are an angel.”

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Greek Tragedy (Peter Parker)

Originally posted by tomhollanddaily

Pairing: Peter Parker x Actor!Reader

Warning: None
Summary: Y/n is in the school play and Peter is on the tech crew, that is, until the main lead gets in a bit of an accident and Y/n tries to convince Peter to take his place, since Peter had been the one helping Y/n go over lines for so long
Author: Dizzy
A/N: You guys, I’m back! I have missed you all! I have been totally swamped with school stuff and personal issues, but now that I’m on summer break, I am back in action! This song is inspired by “Greek Tragedy” by the Wombats

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“Y/n, slow down, please.” Peter begged as he placed a hand on your shoulder.

“Blaine, he broke his leg after falling off his motorcycle yesterday and we don’t have anyone to play the roll of Oedipus.” You stammered while you tried to finish your make up. “Crap! I’m late for rehearsal!”

“But you’re half ready!” Peter replied. 

“Just grab my purse and shove all my make up in it! I’ll do it in the cab. Let me just get my dress on.” You said quickly, not caring to cover yourself as you tore off your shirt and shorts before you put on the sleek white dress you always wore to rehearsals.

You looked back at Peter and were surprised when his eyes met yours while you zipped up your dress. You couldn’t help but feel a blush rise to your cheeks as you tore your eyes away from Peter and you felt his eyes still linger, sending your heart into a turmoil of fast beatings.

“Are you ready?” You asked quietly, pulling your shoes on and heading towards the door. 

“Y-yeah. You?” 

“I’m ready as I’ll ever be. Bex is gonna be pissed that we’re late though.”

“Who cares? She’s always pissed off about something.”

You laughed, the cheerful sound like a happy tune in Peter’s ears. “You’re right. But, she’s incredibly pissed that we don’t have an Oedipus for our Greek tragedy.”

“Why don’t you guys just get Duke to do it?” Peter asked before hailing a cab.

“Because Duke couldn’t even be a good tree if he tried. Plus, he doesn’t even know the lines and can’t learn them in under a week.” You explained, a bit exasperated as you climbed into the cab, Peter following close behind.

“Don’t you guys have an understudy?”

“We used to, but Lucas dropped out of the production last month. If only we could find someone that knew the lines…” You trailed off as you tapped a finger dramatically against your chin. 

“Y/n… don’t you dare ask…”

“Peter,” You started, placing a hand on your friend’s, “will you be a dear and please play Oedipus? You know all the lines since you helped me practice for Jocasta.” 

The look you gave Peter, the little puppy eyes you always gave when you wanted something made his stomach turn and his head turn loose. He couldn’t say no to something like that. Could he play Oedipus? Or could he chicken out and play the Spiderman card to duck out of it? It had meant so much to you, and he didn’t have the heart to say no. 

That was went a light sting set his skin on fire as you slapped his face lightly, knocking the sense out of him. 

“You have two seconds to say yes or no, cause we’re here.”

“I’ll do it.”

You gasped and grinned brightly, a grin that seemed to cause Peter to have an arrhythmia. “You’ll do it?! Oh, darling, you’re the best!”

You quickly threw your arms around him before tumbling out of the cab, dragging Peter behind you. You pushed open the doors to the theater and let out a sigh. 

“Sorry I’m late! But, it seems as though I found us a new Oedipus!”

“Seriously, Y/n?!” Bex, your director, exclaimed, approaching you and Peter. “I was gonna be pissed that you were late, but this news cleans the slate. Who’d you find?”

“Peter.” You stated, motioning towards the boy as you released his hand from yours. 

Peter took a quick glance down at his now empty hand before looking up at Bex. “I know I’m not the acting type, but I know all the words, if that helps anything.”

“God, kid, you’re a life saver. I honestly could kiss you right now, but for now, that’s Y/n’s job because we are just going over a kissing scene with Oedipus and Jocasta.” Bex explained as both you and Peter turned red. “Don’t just stand there! Let’s get to it!”

As you and Peter made your way to the stage, he gave you a look. “I can’t believe you made me to do this.” 

You looked at him innocently, using a matching tone. “What do you mean? I didn’t make you do anything.”

“Oh, don’t play that game with me, Y/n.” Peter stated. “You know your magic eyes got me to do this.”

“Oh, magic eyes you say? I didn’t realize I was that beautiful.” You said jokingly. 

“You don’t realize a lot of things.” Peter replied, getting into his position.

You raised a confused brow and opened your mouth to ask what he meant by that when he started to rehearse the scene, inch by inch getting closer before you even realized that his lips were on yours. 

The chemistry between you was the first thing that shocked you, not how soft his lips were or how strong his arms were as they wrapped around you. Your character was strong, but your knees had gone weak and your head had gone loose and all the while, Peter was going over how much he hated his part and loved the ecstasy your shared kiss had given him. 

Time may had slowed for you, but it went on for the world as you two pulled away, and your crew erupted into heartfelt applause. 

“Amazing! Just amazing!” Bex exclaimed. “I’ve never seen any couple of people play the parts with that much emotion as you two just did. 

You blushed and nudged Peter, who was too busy coming down from the high that he was on to notice. “Well, Peter and I are glad you liked it. We’re really happy to be part of this production. Right, Peter.”

“You got it.”

“Well, why don’t you two take five, go over some notes while the crew and I set up the next scene?”

“Sure thing, boss.” You smiled before turning to Peter. “So, what’d you think? This acting thing isn’t so bad, now is it?”

“It’s not so bad when I get to kiss the girl of my dreams.” Peter stated before he turned red and stammered. “I-I mean, yeah, acting’s not so bad when I get to share the stage with my friend.”

You gasped quietly before your smile turned into a grin and you let out a laugh. “That was a terrible save, Peter. But, a cute attempt nonetheless.” You took a step towards the boy so that only an inch of space was between your chests. “How about we practice that kiss some more, maybe over dinner?”


Tuesday || 07-11-17 || Day 87/100

Another glimpse inside of my bullet journal. I did a handwriting spread in purple and wrote down the Family Vocabulary post by @miharusblog. I love them. I put it in my bullet journal because it the book I’ll be carrying around most often and it’s nice to have in case I want to quiz myself. The bigger book is filled with words I learned on the Drops app on my phone. 

🎶🎶  currently listening to: Mama (feat William Singe) by Jonas Blue

Let Me Take Care of You

A/N I’ve been seeing so many pictures of Chanyeol holding his hip lately, and it makes me so sad that he’s hurt. I don’t have a firm bias in EXO, but Chanyeol is the one who caught my attention first, so I feel like he’s my main bias.

So because I just want to take care of the adorable giant, I thought I’d write a really cute scenario about it. I hope you like it- xoxo

P.S mention of sex, nothing to be worried about though, just cheeky Chanyeol.

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Park Chanyeol/ Reader

Requested: No

(Requests are open)

gif isn’t mine, credit to the owner.

Originally posted by fyeah-chanyeol

It was that time of year that your boyfriends group had a comeback. Exo had only just finished promotions for Ko Ko Bop and yet here they were promoting for their new single Power, and their new repackage album. You always hated how hard SM worked these boys, but you loved the glow they all got when performing for their fans, and there was nothing you loved more than to see the spark in your boyfriends eyes as he looked out at all the Exo-L supporting him and the boys.

 You never protest or grumble about the amount of work they each have to do. But when it comes to the point where your beautiful giant of a man is hurting, that’s when you have something to say.

You sat in their dressing room,surrounded by various staff members, looking up at a TV, watching their little fan-meeting. You hadn’t seen Chanyeol for a few weeks, as he has been busy with the comeback preparations. So when you saw Baekhyun helping Chanyeol up the steps, you knew that something was wrong, and he hadn’t told you. As the group prepared to perform their first song, you noticed Chanyeol seat himself off to the side of everyone, holding onto his hip. Something was definitely wrong.

The whole fan-meeting you didn’t take your eyes off of him, and this time it wasn’t for the reasons you’re normally fixated on him. He was still the happy Chanyeol you love, with the beaming smile. But there was something else too. The little flickers of pain crossing his face. The little twitches he makes when he had moved too fast and hurt his hip. All you wanted to do was pull him off of that stage and make him rest, maybe have a warm bath to ease the pain. But the Chanyeol still didn’t know you were there yet and you couldn’t really risk showing yourself right now. 

You stood in your spot in front of the TV, anchored in place as you waited for it to end. As the boys were saying their goodbyes, you turned towards the door, anxiety bubbling in the pit of your stomach. Anxious to see your lovable boyfriend, but also anxious at the fact you would see how hurt he actually is. 

You could hear them before you could see them. The noise from them instantly bringing a smile to your face and slightly settling the feeling in your stomach. The first one you saw was Sehun, he smiled as soon as he saw you, making your smile wider. When you looked past him you saw your boyfriend, glued to his side, Baekhyun, who’s hand was placed on the small of his back, guiding him into the room. You saw the crease in his forehead, concentrating on his hip, he didn’t notice you stood in the middle of the room until Baekhyun gave him a gentle pat signaling him to look up. 

His famous smile took over his face as soon as he saw you, making your heart swell at the sight. He walked out of Baekhyun’s light hold to reach you, his arms reaching out to pull you into his chest. 

You made a small ‘oof’ sound as you collided with his hard chest. You snuggled into him as you felt him hold you tighter. 

“I didn’t know you were coming.” His low voice whispered in your ear. 

“Well I missed my boyfriend, and thought I’d surprise you.” You pulled away looking up at him, smiling softly. “Surprise.” His deep chuckle filled your ears, as you looked into each others eyes, you remembered all the reasons you love him.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were injured?” You questioned, hands on his chest, as you looked at him, expectant for an answer.

“I didn’t want to worry you, I knew you would be reluctant towards me doing my schedules.” Chanyeol sighs.

“I’d be reluctant yes, but I wouldn’t stop you performing for your fans, if you told me I could’ve looked after you after schedules. And I always worry about you Yeol, it’s because I love you.” Chanyeol smiled at you, his hands reaching to cup your face. “And also you’re so damn clumsy, i’m worried one day you’re going to dance yourself off of the side of the stage.” You smirked up at him as he laughed at you, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. 

“I love you too.” He whispered into your hairline, moving away from you to look at you.

“As cute as this is hyung, I’m tired and hungry and we all need to get ready to leave, but you’re taking your sweet time wrapping this up.” Sehun sassed at his elder. Chanyeol raised his fist at him jokingly. 

You moved out of your boyfriends hold. As he turned to look back at you, you saw the pout that had adorned his face, making your heart once again swell. making you think to yourself, Yah Chanyeol you’re bad for my health!

You smiled at him, pushing him towards the boys lightly, scared you’ll aggravate his injury. “Go get ready, I’ll be right outside.”

“Can I stay with you tonight?” Chanyeol’s arms found their way to your waist, not yet ready to let you go.

“I mean as long as it’s okay with the guys.” You said looking at Junmyeon for an answer.

“You’re welcome to have him, we don’t have a schedule tomorrow anyway.” You smiled at Junmyeon in thanks, your mind being put at ease at the fact that you will be able to look after Chanyeol, even if it’s only for a day. You looked back at Chanyeol giving him a kiss on his cheek. 

“I’ll be outside waiting.” Smiling you walked outside the dressing room, shutting the door behind you. You leant up against the wall opposite, thinking of how you were going to pamper your injured puppy when you got home, first on the agenda, a nice warm bath.

You were interrupted by, once again, Chanyeol’s hands sneaking around your waist. His lips kissing your hairline. “Ready?” He asked, you nodded, heading out to the car park just behind the place. You said goodbye to the rest of the boys, and soon enough you were on your way to your apartment.

As you stepped into your apartment, Chanyeol once again wrapped his arms around you.

“Yah Chanyeol you need to rest.” You playfully glared at him.

“But i’ve missed you.” He pouts at you. You smile up at him, your left hand moving up to run through his newly dyed blue hair. 

“Nice hair.” You smirked up at him. your answer was the meeting of his lips on yours. You closed your eyes, the butterflies in your stomach going crazy, as they always did every time Chanyeol kissed you. Your other hand came up to join the left in his hair. You parted from him slowly, leaving him with one last peck on his lips.

“Soooo i’m guessing with my bad hip and all, sex is out of the picture.” Chanyeol smiled cheekily at you. 

“With the way you are, I think it would be best to not move too vigorously, don’t you?” You smirked up at him.

“I mean I don’t have to be on top, I don’t even have to move.” He smirked back at you.

“We both know that’s not gonna work, is it?.”

“Was worth a try.” You kissed him on the lips, moving out of his grasp to walk down the hallway. “Where are you going?” He questioned, following you like the puppy he is.

“Running you a bath.” You entered the bathroom, looking through your cupboard for one of your favourite bath bombs. You heard a dramatic gasp behind you, causing you to turn around in alarm. 

“You’re going to let me use one of your sacred bath bombs? I must be blessed to get the privilege.” You rolled your eyes at your tall boyfriend.

“You only ever have showers here, so you’ve never given yourself the chance to use one, that’s not my fault.”

“Don’t act like you don’t enjoy the showers.” You heard his voice closer to your ear, as he pressed himself up against you, looking in the same cupboard as you, quickly retrieving the orb or wonderfulness you had been looking for. You took it from him, placing it on the side. Turning the taps on your bath, you knelt beside the tub, waiting for it to fill at a perfect depth so you called drop the product into it, constantly testing the temperature. As soon as the bath was drawn, you looked up to your, now half naked boyfriend, your hand outstretched, asking him to hand you the bath bomb. 

You watched as it swirled and fizzed in the water, releasing lines of amber, meeting the contrasting coolness of the blue colour from the other side of the product. 

You stood up to face your boyfriend, your hands reaching the waistband of his tight jeans. You looked down as you unbuttoned them, moving the zipper down, and slowly pushing his jeans to the floor to leave him in his underwear. 

“I thought you said no sex.” Chanyeol teased.

“I did. But I want to take care of you.” Your eyes met his. “Let me take care of you.” He smiled down at you. Before you could remove his boxers, his hands met yours, and you looked up at him once again. 

“Will you get in with me.” You nodded, there’s not a lot that you would deny Chanyeol, and with that once sentence you could feel how much he’s be missing you, the emotion in his eyes confirming just as much. You pulled away to let him remove your cardigan from your frame, your t-shirt and jeans following. You looked at each other stood in your underwear. Your hands went back to his underwear, pulling them down, your eyes still on his. when he was fully naked, you lightly pushed him towards the bath tub, urging him to get in. A soft moan left him as the warm water soothed his aching muscles. You followed him, ridding yourself of your underwear, climbing into the bath behind him.

“I imagined this a little differently.” He chuckled in front of you. Your brow furrowed in confusion.

“How so?”

“I imagined you to be in front of me, or on my lap.” You smiled at his thoughts.

“Well tonight i’m taking care of you, so that can wait for another day.”

“There’s a lot of things we have scheduled for another day, won’t you be tired out? maybe i’ll have to bathe you instead that day.” You blushed at the meaning to his words. You worked to put your hair into a bun, as to not get it wet. Grabbing a sponge you started to work in small circles, scrubbing your boyfriends back. He sighed in content as you worked into helping him relax. 

You left kisses on the broad expanse of his shoulder, and on the back of his neck. You softly and slowly worked on the small of his back, worried that if you worked any harder it would hurt him. 

“I’m not going to break you know.” His deep voice whispered, breaking the comfortable silence that had fallen upon you.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” You kissed his shoulder. His head turned to the side so he could look at you, making eye contact with you, as a serious expression overtook his face.

“You could never hurt me y/n.” 

“I know, I never intend to.” You answered

“I love you.” 

“I love you too.” You smiled at him

You continued to pamper your boyfriend, teasing comments being thrown your way, as he tried to convince you that having sex would not leave his waist in more pain, and that it would benefit the both of you. You simply laughed at him, telling him to behave himself. you washed his chest from behind, and his abs, because, well you just couldn’t help yourself.

You left him to wash the rest of himself, as you lathered shampoo into his hair, laughing and giggling at anything and everything. Because that’s just how you and Chanyeol were.

All too quickly he was helping you out of the bath and wrapping a towel around you. You held on to his hand, leading him to your bedroom, both of you getting dressed in comfy clothes. Him in an oversized jumper and sweatpants, and you in one of his big t-shirts. 

“Do you want pizza or chicken?” You asked as you dried his hair with a towel.

“Ah I should probably eat healthily with the comeback and all.” You took the towel away from him, glaring down at him.

“It is one night, they’ll never know, plus you need to eat more anyways, so i’m going to order both.” He shook his head at you, as you went to order the food.

Soon enough you were both cuddled up on the sofa, watching as many films as you could. Chanyeol trying, and failing, at feeding you pizza romantically. Half way through your fifth film, you started to drift off.

“Lets go to bed, I think we both need sleep.” Chanyeol pulled you off of the sofa, turning the TV off. Chanyeol took off the baggy jumper he had on, climbing onto the side of your bed he now occupies. You followed him, snuggling into his side, feeling his warmth, as your hand moved up and down his chest.

“Thank you.” You looked up at your boyfriend, urging him to carry on with what he wanted to say. “For today, for coming to see me, even though the injury hasn’t gone away, I feel better, all thanks to you.” He kissed the top of your head.

“You know I’m always here for you, if you ever get hurt or just feel a little down, i’m always here. I love you and I just want to make you feel better. You look after me enough, I should get to look after you.”

“I love you so much”. was the last thing he said to you before his lips captures yours in a loving kiss. You both slept soundly, knowing that you both cared for each other deeply, and that the love ran deeper. 

Imagine Anthony teasing Chris about you.

You stood at a distance while a reporter from ET interviewed Chris and Anthony; they were the first pair to be interviewed in-between filming. You’d just finish your scene with Sebastian and decided to crash their interview. You could’ve waited for yours, but your interview buddy- Sebastian was still busy going over the scene you’d just filmed with Anthony and Joe; he was going to be a while.

ET reps had actually encouraged the cast to crash each others’ interviews as they wanted to portray the candid relationships and chemistry between cast members; Marvel casts had a lot of that. They particularly wanted you to crash Chris’ interview as all your fans enjoyed seeing the two of you together; as the only married co-stars on set, everyone loved your chemistry.

“Uh uh,” Anthony spotted you walking over and a cheeky grin spread across his face. Chris turned around and smiled when he saw you; you immediately smiled back. “You can just stop the interview right now, no way my boy is going to be able to concentrate with his pretty lady around.”

“Shut up,” Chris chuckled, wrapping an arm around you as you joined his side. “How’d it go?” He asked you and you nodded, smiling. “Nailed it as always?” He smirked, making you laugh. “That’s my girl,” he pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head.

“See what I mean?” Anthony gestured to the two of you; you’d both completely forgotten you were in the presence of others and a camera. “I mean-” he winked at the both of you and you both smiled. “They’re super cute, don’t get me wrong. But we can never get any work done when they’re in the room together, very distracting couple.”

Chris scoffed then chuckled, “that’s rich coming from you, Mackie.”

“Yeah,” you agreed with a giggle, making Anthony roll his eyes. “You’re the one known for dropping the productivity rate by ten percent.” Everyone laughed when you childishly stuck your tongue out at Anthony, who was doing the same back at you.

“Boom, take that to the bank,” Chris egged on, pulling you closer to him.

“See what I have to put up with?” Anthony addressed the reporter, trying not to laugh. “Now that they’re married, they’re constantly backing each other up. You can’t get away with anything anymore, not around them anyway.” You and Chris laughed, nodding when the reporter turned to the both of you for confirmation. “I can’t even play pranks on them anymore, ‘cause one is always giving the other a heads up.”

“Aw,” you pouted mockingly and laughter increased. “Poor Mackie.” He shook his head at you, biting back his smile. “Tell you what, the next time you want to play a prank on Chris- I promise I won’t stand in the way.” Chris scoffed and chuckled simultaneously. “Sorry, baby,” you turned to him and patted his cheek. “But sometimes you gotta take one for the team.”

“Yes!” Anthony fist pumped. “I got a good one on the back burner, Seb and I have been planning it for months now.” Chris shook his head with a soft chuckle whereas you laughed. “I promise it’s nothing that will ruin your husband’s good looks.”

“It better not be,” you warned playfully. “Other than his good looks, what does he have?” You teased him, poking his side. “Stop,” you laughed and squirmed when Chris nuzzled his face into your neck, pretending to bite you.

“Oh God,” Anthony groaned, feigning annoyance though he loved seeing how happy his two best friends were together. “Both of you stop, this is a professional interview.” You and Chris both laughed softly, turning back to the reporter who looked perfectly fine with the candidness of your interaction. “You have no idea how much Chris loves Y/N, he has been all smiles and heart eyes since the day she walked into his life. We all thought things would simmer once they got married, but we were so wrong.”

“The two of you are very cute together,” the reporter told you and Chris; you both smiled. “I’m sure the fans will be very happy with this interview. Probably not the ones who want to be with either of you, but- majority of them will be.”

“I’ll tell you what will make the fans happy, me included,” Anthony gestured to himself with his thumbs, his cheeky grin had returned. “The two of them having children.” He said and both you and Chris shook your head at him with wide eyes. The last time he brought up babies, the two of you were placed under baby watch and bombarded with a thousand questions on when it would happen; it was not fun. “I mean how cute would a little Evans/Y/L/N baby be? With Chris’ eyes and Y/N’s cheekbones, that baby will come out with a modeling contract.”

“Seriously, Mackie?” You chuckled. “Did you not learn from the last time?”

“Oops,” he pressed his lips together, not a hint of guilt or regret in his eyes.

“Get out of here,” Chris waved him off, laughing. “Go have babies of your own.”

“In all seriousness,” the reporter saw it as an opportunity to ask the question many have been wanting an answer to for a while now. “Are the two of you planning to have children any time soon?” You and Chris looked at each other, sharing a smile. “You’ve both spoken about how family is important to you, is a child on the way?”

“Oh God, please yes.” Anthony muttered under his breath; you and Chris laughed. “Sorry,” he looked at both of you, acting a lot more innocent than he actually was. “Did I say that out loud? How embarrassing,” he said with a small smirk.

“We’re definitely thinking about kids, yes,” you answered with a nod. “We both agreed we’d wait until our contracts with Marvel are over so we can take some time off and um-” You trailed off, chuckling; there was no way you were going to say what you almost said on live TV. Anthony, of course, had no filter.

“Have at it?” Anthony smirked.

“Oh my God,” you laughed. “Mackie!”

“I’m going to kill you,” Chris laughed, shoving him from the frame.

“That’s Chris Evans, Anthony Mackie, and Y/N Y/L/N,” the reporter addressed the camera, trying not to laugh at the three of you play fighting in the background. “We’ll be back later with Sebastian Stan, Elizabeth Olsen, and Jeremy Renner.”