Minimum wages and taxes in Denmark

I’m seeing a lot of people talking about minimum wages in the US and using Denmark as a comparison, but I haven’t seen anyone explain how it actually works here in Denmark, so I’ll try to explain:

In Denmark only teenagers are paid less than 16.63 usd in an hour. That means 2495.16 usd a month.

You can earn 6803.96 usd tax free in a year. That money is your’s, no one can touch it. That is 567.03 a month.

That leaves 1928.17 usd that will be taxed. The lowest tax in Denmark is 38% (rich people pay 55%), leaving you with 1195.43.

1195.43 + 567.03 (the tax free money) = 1762.46 usd monthly pay.

Mind you, the cost of living is also a lot higher in Denmark, but you can get by on 453.52 usd a month just fine (after you’ve paid taxes and rent) if you don’t have children. For example, I live well below the Danish “poverty line” but I’m not complaining. I’m doing fine.

There’s also public transportation almost everywhere so you’re not required to have a car. There’s no stigmatization connected with using public transportation except the hassle of it.

38% tax seems like a lot, but the government is very transparent so it’s no mystery what the money are used for. Public healthcare, elder care, education (Danes are paid to take most educations) and so on.

I won’t deny that to be okay with the high taxes it is important to want to help your fellow man and remember that other people are also helping you. It is thanks to the high taxes that our society is so equal, gives everybody a chance to educate themselves and provides us with a safety net in case we lose everything so we won’t end up on the street. It is essential to remember that.

Hope that helped a bit with the comparison. :)

What has Trump actually done in his first 100 days?

In late October, the president made 28 promises for his first 100 days. These were not the only promises the president made for his first 100 days, but they comprised the “contract with the American voter” Trump introduced immediately before the election. 

Here are Trump’s promises, followed by where they stand:

•  "Propose a Constitutional Amendment to impose term limits on all members of Congress.“ Not proposed.

•  "A hiring freeze on all federal employees to reduce federal workforce through attrition (exempting military, public safety and public health).” Done, then rolled backthis month.

•  "A requirement that for every new federal regulation, two existing regulations must be eliminated.“ Done.

•  "A five-year ban on White House and Congressional officials becoming lobbyists after they leave government service.” Done for White House officials, with loopholes.

•  "A lifetime ban on White House officials lobbying on behalf of a foreign government.“ Done.

•  "A complete ban on foreign lobbyists raising money for American elections.” Not done.

•  "I will announce my intention to renegotiate NAFTA or withdraw from the deal under Article 2205.“ Done.

•  "I will announce our withdrawal from the Trans-Pacific Partnership.” Done.

•  "I will direct my Secretary of the Treasury to label China a currency manipulator.“ Not donesays he won’t.

•  "I will direct the Secretary of Commerce and U.S. Trade Representative to identify all foreign trading abuses that unfairly impact American workers and direct them to use every tool under American and international law to end those abuses immediately.” Done.

•  "I will lift the restrictions on the production of $50 trillion dollars’ worth of job-producing American energy reserves, including shale, oil, natural gas and clean coal.“ In process: Trump ordered a review of what regulations to cut.

•  "Lift the Obama-Clinton roadblocks and allow vital energy infrastructure projects, like the Keystone Pipeline, to move forward.” Done.

•  "Cancel billions in payments to U.N. climate change programs and use the money to fix America’s water and environmental infrastructure.“ Not done.

•  "Cancel every unconstitutional executive action, memorandum and order issued by President Obama.” Done.

•  "Begin the process of selecting a replacement for Justice Scalia from one of the 20 judges on my list, who will uphold and defend the Constitution of the United States.“ Done. Neil Gorsuch was confirmed to the Supreme Court.

•  "Cancel all federal funding to Sanctuary Cities.” Done, but blocked by federal judge.

•  "Begin removing the more than 2 million criminal illegal immigrants from the country and cancel visas to foreign countries that won’t take them back.“ Done.

•  "Suspend immigration from terror-prone regions where vetting cannot safely occur. All vetting of people coming into our country will be considered extreme vetting.” Done, but blocked by federal courts — twice.

Overall, Trump is 14 for 18 on these actions and measures.

Trump also promised to introduce ten pieces of legislation in his first 100 days. He has introduced or announced three of them.

•  Cut taxes for the middle class and businesses. Announced: Trump’s tax plan cuts the corporate tax rate from 35% to 15%, but it’s unclear how the plan will help the middle class.

•  Establish tariffs on goods created by U.S. companies overseas and shipped back. Not done.

•  Leverage public-private partnerships to spur $1 trillion in infrastructure investment over 10 years. Not done.

•  Let parents send their child to the school of their choice. Not done.

•  Fully repeal the Affordable Care Act and replace with a conservative option. Introduced.

•  Allow Americans to deduct child care and elder care from their taxes. Not done.

•  Fully fund construction of a wall between the U.S. and Mexico. Not done.

•  Increase training and support for local police to fight violent and drug crimes. Not done.

•  Increase funding for the military, reform the Veterans Administration. Announced.

•  Enact new ethics reforms to “drain the swamp.” Not done.

Trump is 0 for 10 on passage of those pieces of legislation, and 3 for 10 on introducing or announcing them. Read more (4/28/17)

Some younger goths react to goth so weird. Like some get into goth without knowing anything about the music and then they break under the pressure the subculture pushes on them, not only becoming elitists but the type of annoying, pompous twits most of us had to put up with in highschool. Goth music actually ruins a lot of cool people. And i dont mean the music itself. Its that pressure to listen to it. To enforce the idea that goth music has been and is the absolute most important part of the subculture when in reality most of the original goths dont care. Goth elders who had/have their own post punk bands and were there in the 80’s dont care. Goths in their 40’s who have been DJs at goth clubs for decades dont care. Goths in their 50’s who write and publish novels now who have a vast collection of underrated, underground goth music from the 80’s and 90’s on their computer dont care. Ive never met a single elder who was goth back then care how young people do goth now. Ive never seen an elder goth complain that kids these days dont know all the bands they liked. It seems that the ones who shove the music down everyones throat and try to dictate what is and isnt goth are all young people who have broken under the subculture’s pressures. Pressures that werent even there in the 80’s. Ive never been insulted or bullied by an elder but ive been put down by goths younger than me over petty things like saying i dont mind some nu goth fashion. Its really sad because i feel like some of these people really do give up parts of themselves just to better fit the “goth mold” and they miss out on enjoying other things in life. Most elder goths dont care if you listen to music that isnt goth. Most elders had friends back in the 80’s who were punks and mods and there wasnt pressure to know the name of every goth icon. Freaks and weirdos hung out together. There were goths who loved Bauhaus but hated the Sisters of Mercy. Goth before it had its name was different and it makes me sad to see kids turn into what they hate just to fit into an invisible mold. Just because a subculture came from music doesnt mean the music should become a tool used to control and dictate what and who is and is not part of a subculture. Music is powerful and meaningful and some people feel they cant live without it. Its terrible that so many younger goths use it as a weapon against people they dont like or agree with.


Moderate Republicans say they won’t cut health insurance. But all the GOP proposals do just that.

  • Since the Senate health care bill was unveiled last week, moderate Republicans skeptical of the proposal have shared “very serious concerns” about the proposed deep cuts to Medicaid.
  • Sen. Susan Collins (R-Maine) summed it up Thursday, “I can’t support a bill that is going to result in tens of millions of people losing their health insurance.”
  • Every Republican health care proposal thus far has been estimated to cause millions of people to lose insurance. The bill passed by the House would cut coverage for more than 20 million people. The Senate bill would make even deeper cuts to Medicaid.
  • Unless major changes to the Senate bill preserve existing insurance coverage, any successful version of this proposal will still lead to millions of people losing insurance — and these moderate senators going back on their word. Those losses will be particularly acute for people on Medicaid. Read more (6/26/17)

Kellyanne Conway says GOP health care plan doesn’t cut Medicaid, “able-bodied” need only find work

  • Appearing on ABC’s This Week on Sunday, Kellyanne Conway assured anchor George Stephanopoulos that the projected $800 billion the Affordable Care Act repeal could divert from the federal aid program is not what it seems.
  • “These are not cuts to Medicaid, George,” Conway said. “This slows the rate for the future and it allows governors more flexibility with Medicaid dollars because they’re closest to the people in need.”
  • Those people, Conway said, were “the poor, the sick, the needy, the disabled, children, some elderly, women — particularly pregnant women.”
  • All versions of the Republican-backed health care plan, colloquially dubbed Trumpcare, have been projected to funnel federal dollars away from each of the groups Conway named. 
  • The Senate’s new bill looks to be particularly harsh because its Medicaid restrictions work over time, making less money available for elder and disability care in coming years. Read more (6/25/17)
Something I had to say (about BTS)

Hey so… this is something I would like to ask armys, especially the ones who go to fansigns, to tell the boys (or at least bits of it). And is just something I’ve been wanting to get out of my chest honestly…

(Long text ahead)

Tell Namjoon he’s beautiful, inside and out. Tell him he’s handsome and that his smile is so contagious. Tell him he’s so smart and such a good leader and his members (and us) are so lucky to have such a great soul to help them. Tell him he’s more than enough and that we love him with all of our hearts.

Tell Hoseok it’s okay to be sad. It’s okay to not smile sometimes, we understand. Tell him we love him for being this ball of sunshine but tell him it’s okay to cry and to feel bad too. He’s human. Tell him he’s a dancing king and that we don’t deserve him at all. Tell him he’s amazing and such a strong person and we’re here for him just like he’s here for us.

Tell Jin he has a beautiful voice. Tell him he’s amazing and that he needs to be more appreciated. Tell him his dancing is awesome (no matter what people say) and that we’re so grateful to have such a great elder taking care of the others and without him things wouldn’t be as great. Tell him we see him and we love him very very much. Tell him his cooking is great and his jokes are more than funny, thank him for being the kind person he is and we wish him all happiness.

Tell Taehyung he’s not weird. Tell him his happiness inspires us to be happy and that his funny faces and dorky ways makes our day brighter. Tell him he’s an awesome actor and that he deserves everything he’s accomplished. Tell him he’s more than special to us and we’re always waiting to see his cute boxy smile. Tell him he has a great sense of fashion and that he’s an amazing photographer. Tell him we love him more than he knows.

Tell Jungkook he’s not cocky or a wannabe. Tell him he’s such a hardworking person and thank him for pretty much leaving his family to pursue his dream and bring his amazing voice to us. Tell him his impressions are hilarious and that his bunny smile is the cutest thing in this world. Tell him he’s amazing at everything he does because he works hard and accomplishes things while being this educated and kind person he is and that we all cherish a lot. Ask him to never lose his youth because that’s what makes our Jeon Jungkook this amazing dork he is and that we love.

Tell Yoongi he’s not a cold person and he’s not rude. Tell him we see his cute moments and that we love his smile more than he can imagine. Tell him he’s kind and that we appreciate all his concern towards us and the other members. Tell him he deserves everything he’s got with his hard work during all these years. Tell him he’s an amazing producer and that his raps inspires us to grow and be greater people. Tell him his story is valuable and that he’s been teaching us so many human values and that we’re grateful for that. Tell him his family is proud of him just like we are and we look forward to see what great things he’ll achieve next.

Tell Jimin hes beautiful. Tell him he doesn’t need to stop eating and beat himself to get the abs. Tell him we want him healthy, doesn’t matter if he’s muscular or not. Tell him we want him to eat and to rest. Tell him he’s gorgeous no matter what and that we love him with or without abs. Tell him he’s a lovely person and an amazing friend. Tell him he’s gentle and kind and that the world needs more people with a heart as giant as his. Tell him he’s worth of the love he receives and that he deserves much more. Tell him he doesn’t have to hurt himself while practicing dances or anything like that. Tell him we’re happy to know that he’s eating and that he’s okay. Tell him we love him so so so much and all we want is for him to be happy.

These boys are not machines, they’re not robots that dance and sing. They’re people. Like you and me: they have feelings, they get sad and angry and upset. They have insecurities and doubts about themselves just like we do and it’s our jobs as fans not to tell them they’re perfect, because no one is, but to tell them they’re more than enough and we love them for who they are and who they made us be. BTS and army grew together as a family since day 1 and we’re still growing by each day. We’re here to support them and tell them that everything is okay and that sometimes is okay to not be number 1 if that means taking care of yourself and your health. We need to be here not for the awards or the fame, we need to be here for them. These 7 boys are not only k-idols, they’re our family and friends even if you never saw them in person. Their music made us happy when we were sad and they cheered us up with their cuteness and funny ways, because that’s who they are. Not just 7 random guys who so happen to sing and dance. They’re people who have the gift to inspire others to be happy and to know that it’s okay to not be a 100% fine and that you’re amazing no matter what. They were always here for us, we should do the same. And this is not only valid to BTS, but for every idol you admire. Show them love and respect, show them you care for them as a person. We don’t need fandom wars, we need love and to support each other. Together, we can make this happen. You never walk alone.

Capitalism Hellscapes hurt seniors twice as hard. Not only are they forced to live on scraps and praying that Medicare will cover their medical expenses enough to not starve them but those that need extensive medical care often end up in nursing homes. Not because their families dont love them or want to care for them, but their adult children (esp. the daughters who are expected to carry the burden of elder care) can’t afford to leave work, take time off, or quit jobs to provide that care.


Sam went out to the garage to ask Dean for his socket set. The elder Winchester took care of most of their home maintenance but Sam was pretty handy himself. He called out but only got an echo. Probably stepped out for the smoke he thinks I don’t know about.

The trunk of the Impala was open so Sam decided to help himself to his brother’s tools. Rummaging around in the thick canvas bag his hand brushed something…rubbery? He reached for it and when his fingers wrapped around it…

“Oh god!” He threw it down in the trunk and stumbled back. He tripped over Dean’s dolly and hit his head on the wall. “Shit!”

“What the hell, Sam? You’re like a big, dumb moose in a china shop.” Dean came down the steps.

Sam’s face was flushed. “I was gonna borrow some tools and I um…there was…I think you left a personal item in the bag.” He avoided looking Dean in the eyes as he pointed to the trunk.

Dean decided to humor him by looking. He reached in and grabbed the “offending” item. “You mean this?” He waved the large blue dildo with the suction cup on the end in Sam’s face.

He marched around to Sam’s current vehicular acquisition and pounded his fist into the door.

“Dude, the fuck?” Sam threw his hands up.

Dean spit on the suction cup and pushed it in the dent firmly. He tested the pull a couple times before popping the dent back out and removing the dildo. “Learned that from YouTube.”

Sam cleared his throat and shifted his weight uncomfortably. “So that’s just a tool?”

“Yeah. You thought I needed a sex toy?” Dean grinned and shook his head. “You obviously haven’t seen Cas naked.”

Sam choked on his own spit and coughed his way out of the garage.

Made of Iron, Forged by Fire


*Tony Stark-centric


Tony looked up as his computer pinged. Rolling his chair over, he tapped the screen, bringing up a hologram of the city. A small red dot blinked in the center, moving south.


“It appears, sir,” JARVIS said. “That your brother has returned to town.”

Tony stared at the dot. “Are you sure?”

“Completely. You made the algorithm yourself, sir.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know.” Tony leaned back, watching as the dot continued moving, moving, moving… until it stopped.

Tony expanded the area, finding the dot had stopped at Mama’s Diner on Third Street. Tony stood, heading for the garage.


“Never thought I’d see the day.”

You looked up, finding Tony slipping into your booth. “What are you doing?”

“Joining you for a family reunion. What’s good here?”

“You live here; you tell me.”

Tony sniffed, giving the sticky menu a cursory glance. “Y’know, there’s better food at home. Clint’s surprisingly good in the kitchen.”

“Do you mean that eyesore of a tower?”

“So you saw it.”

“Kind of hard to miss.”

“Especially since it has our name on it.”

Your name,” you clarified. You’d dropped the name of Stark when you’d left, not wanting to be associated any longer.

“Last I checked, we shared a name.”

“That was fifteen years ago. Things change.”

“DNA doesn’t.”

“Surprisingly, the ‘n’ in DNA doesn’t stand for ‘name’.” You glared at your brother. “We share nothing more than an unfortunate genetic code.”

Tony’s mouth lifted at the corner. “And people think I’m the only snarky one.”

“Seriously, Tony, what do you want?”

“A reason as to why you’re back after so long would be nice.”

You shrugged, playing with a straw wrapper. “Things changed, I decided to move on.”


“None of your concern.”

“I think it is.”

“Don’t give me this caring elder brother crap,” you said, eyes piercing Tony’s. “You didn’t give a shit for years.”

Tony was about to say something when a small yelp sounded from the kitchen. He looked over in time to see the cook spraying down the grill with a fire extinguisher. “Come on,” Tony said, standing. “Let’s get out of this firepit. At least let me give you a meal at the tower. It’s the least I could do.”

‘Basically,’ you thought, eyes darting back to the kitchen. The flames had been smothered out and the cook was back at his job, acting as though nothing had happened.


“So what do you think?”

You looked around. “It’s… flashy. An impressive facade, needing to be the center of attention.” Turning to Tony, you sneered. “Kind of like you.”

“Yeah, yeah, you can talk a big game. But it doesn’t affect me.” Tony led you to the kitchen. He motioned to the table, but you remained frozen in the doorway, leaning against it. Tony rolled his eyes slightly and began to throw ingredients into a pot, clicking the burner on.

“So,” Tony said. “What have you been up to?”

“Not fighting monsters and aliens and terrorists,” you noted.

Tony couldn’t help but feel a small sense of familial warmth– you’d kept tabs on him, which meant you cared… right?

“You ever going to tell me why you left?”

“Why do you think?”

“No idea. It’s not like you were ever abused. It’s not like you couldn’t get into any college you wanted over here. It’s not like–”

“I had a family that cared?”

Tony paused. “Look, Dad… could be a hardass. But he loved you–”


“You seriously want to play that card? Between the two of us, who do you think he liked more?”

You raised your brows. “Really?”

“What? It certainly wasn’t me.”


“That son of a bitch hated me.”

You scoffed, shaking your head. “You may have thought Dad hated you, but from where I was, all I could see was how much he loved you. I was the hated one. I wasn’t good enough with technology. Wasn’t good enough with the ladies. Wasn’t good enough with the press.” You paused, biting your lip. “Wasn’t good enough.”

Tony noticed your fists clenched; he also noticed the flame on the burner was dancing wildly, at a much higher power than what he’d turned it to. His mind began to turn, remembering the incident at the diner. He looked down and pressed a few buttons on his watch, receiving a body scan from you.

You had a higher body temperature than most humans; so high, in fact, normal people would have died from the fever.

Surely Tony wasn’t the only special Stark child.

Making sure he knew where the extinguisher was, Tony slowly reached over and grabbed a banana. He took aim and lobbed it at you, the fruit bouncing off of your head.

“Dammit, Tony!”

A small puff drew the attention of both of you. A tiny fire had popped up on the counter between the two of you. Tony quickly reached for the extinguisher and killed the flame, all the while staring at you.

“You have fire power.”

You shook your head. “I do not.”

“Don’t even try to–”

“I have fire making ability.”

“Boy scouts have fire making ability. You have power.”

You sighed. “Whatever.”

“Can you control it?”

You shrugged. “Usually. Until some asshole decides to throw fruit at me.”

“How’d you get it? I don’t remember you starting fires when we were little.”



“I signed up for some medical experiments, okay? To get money. And… one or two went really…”



Tony nodded, studying you. “A horrible, unnatural side effect due to scientific experiment. You’re a bonafide superhero, kid.”

“No, Tony. I’m–”

“Let’s go meet the rest of the team.”


Good wood - think I’d like to grow old in Japan if this is how they treat the elderly… Designed by Tokyo based architect Issei Suma, this cluster of tent-like structures called ‘Jikka’ provides meals and accommodation to the elderly residents of a small community in Japan’s mountainous Shizuoka Prefecture.

//I made another OK KO OC! 

NAME: Clemen (Friends call him Clem for short)

AGE: Adult


SPECIES: Superhuman

BACKSTORY: Used to be a scientist plus caretaker. Now he is working for Carol and Gar to fight evil. He still takes care of elders and children he has a kind personality.

CHARACTER BIO: Clemen used to be a scientist who does science stuff. He has a great personality, and is caring to mostly everyone and surprisingly villains. With his calm level he can concentrate really well to fight bad guys. He looks up to Mr. Gar and Carol. 

ATTACKS: Combat skills plus the ability to fly

WEAKNESSES: Gets flustered when someone compliments him. Romantic movies.

FUN FACT: No one has ever seen him angry or upset. Yet it is clear no body should go on his bad side either. He manages to continue building stuff for hero’s.

anonymous asked:

OOOOOH for the drabble thing can I get a jealous Jimin for yoongi??? I barely see that. Also love your blog!!! 😘😘

Here it is!! also thank u <33

Although Jimin loved a lot of things, a boy in particular stood out the most. His best friend, his soulmate from birth, Min Yoongi, who’d been there for him since day one. It was hard to admit your feelings for someone who’s your best friend, so Jimin had settled for watching him from afar, all whilst being joined to him by the hip like normal, like before the feelings had started.

But nowadays it felt like the latter had started to fade, there was a wall between them. Jimin knew that it was stupid of him to think of Hoseok as a wall, he knew that the boy with the heart shaped grin meant no harm, and that he didn’t even have the right to complain in the first place, as Yoongi and him weren’t a thing. The elder didn’t even know about Jimin’s feelings, and although it hurt to see him with other people, Jimin had to live with it, because he loved his best friend too much to do or say anything to him that would ruin his happiness.

Hoseok wasn’t the only one who stood tall like a concrete wall between the two, but he was the most prominent one. His arm never left Yoongi’s shoulders, his mouth never stopped talking to Yoongi, his eyes never stopped shining as he spoke, his action never stopped seeming like they were for the elder and the elder alone. Jimin knew that it wasn’t that way, and that Hoseok was like that with practically everyone in their group. He didn’t have a body of his own, except for when he was feeling like nagging at someone. And Jimin also knew that Hoseok loved everyone just the same, the fact that he spent time with Yoongi more meant nothing. Jimin didn’t care. He didn’t.

He did.

He cared too much, almost. It made a fire burn in his stomach, his fingers twitch with annoyance whenever the two were too close to one another, his ears buzz and his chest tighten painfully. He sat in his seat in a diner right in front of the two, Hoseok drunk out of his mind and shovelling fries into their mouths at 2AM in the morning. The rest wasn’t doing all that good either, the only ones who’d survived were Yoongi, Jimin and Jungkook, but that was because the youngest of the three had a dance showcase the very next day, although it didn’t seem to faze Hoseok, who was also going to be in the showcase, and Yoongi simply hated drinking. As he watched Hoseok try to leave a kiss on Yoongi’s cheek, his heart contracted painfully, because the elder just laughed and did nothing aside from pushing the other ever so slightly, but not enough to get rid of the dancer that hung off of him.

Jimin couldn’t bear to see any more of it, he had to get out of the diner quickly, or he knew that he’d lose his mind. He knew he didn’t have a say in who Yoongi liked or disliked, he didn’t have a say in who Yoongi fucked, he didn’t have a say in anything Yoongi felt with his heart, and that fact made him want to burst into tears on the spot. He felt jealous of someone who wasn’t even his, he felt jealousy eat him alive, and he hated his very being for that. He didn’t have the right to think of Yoongi as his, and he hated himself for feeling even the slightest bit of jealousy.

“I’ll go out for a sec’.” he told his friends as he stood up, a series of mumbled “sure”s following him as he exited the diner. The winter air was cold, biting his cheeks, making them pinker than they already were. He rubbed his gloveless hands together to retain some warmth, then folding his arms on his chest. He didn’t know what he was doing, the only thing he did know was that it was all too much for him to handle, and he hated the thought of being there when it wasn’t just a peck on the cheek. Knowing Hoseok, it wouldn’t take much before he tried shoving his tongue down people’s throat, and knowing Yoongi, the elder wouldn’t care. His cheeks heated up even more at the thought of the two, making out in front of Jimin like it didn’t tug at the younger’s heartstrings, like it didn’t annoy him beyond imagination, like he didn’t lay in his bed every night thinking of the way Yoongi smiled sometimes and the way Yoongi laughed and held his hand and looked at him like he was the most important thing in the world. Like Jimin didn’t have nightmares about the possible scenarios in which Hoseok and Yoongi would come out to their friends, in which Jimin somehow caught them in the middle of having sex, in which Hoseok and Yoongi were a thing, and Jimin had to stay in the background, far away from the boy he loved so much as the elder smiled at Hoseok sometimes and the way Yoongi laughed at Hoseok’s jokes and held Hoseok’s hand and looked at Hoseok like he was the most important thing in the world.

Jimin shook his head, trying to get the scenes and the imaginary couple out of his mind. He reminded himself that he needed to be supportive of the elder’s decisions no matter what, be it letting him get together with Hoseok wordlessly, and be it leaving Jimin forever.

He heard footsteps behind him, and when he turned back he wasn’t expecting to see Yoongi standing there in the middle of the snowy pavement, his cheeks red and without a proper coat on him. Jimin almost yelled at him for getting out in the harsh cold with nothing but his long sleeved shirt, his eyes widened and he opened his mouth to say something, but Yoongi was quicker. The elder had a determined expression on his face, and Jimin couldn’t pinpoint what was going through his head before Yoongi took stern steps towards him and came face to face with him. Jimin didn’t understand what was going on, and he couldn’t figure out what his best friend was going to do, but it certainly wasn’t looking at him seriously and muttering out, “I love you” .

Jimin stood still, blinked a few times, and said, “Huh?”.

Yoongi looked uncomfortable, and Jimin wasn’t sure whether the blush on his cheeks were entirely from the cold or if it had anything to do with something else. The elder took a deep breath, and spoke again, “Jiminie, I love you.” he confessed once more, and fell silent. Jimin couldn’t believe what he was hearing, it sounded like a joke. A cruel joke the universe had decided to play on him.

He frowned, not sure of what to say besides, “Is this a fucking joke?”

It was Yoongi’s turn to dumbly mutter, “Huh?”

“Is this a fucking joke?” he repeated, anger rising, “Did Taehyung tell you? I’m gonna fuckin’ kill that bastard, just you wait. He ain’t gonna get out of this alive.” he tightened his fists, trying to distract himself from the way his chest tightened painfully and eyes prickled with unshed tears. It was a joke.

“What are you even talking about?” Yoongi asked, confused, “Taehyung didn’t tell me jackshit, I told you because we’d be alone now and I literally couldn’t stop myself from wanting to die every time you hugged Jungkook.”  he said, making Jimin widen his eyes at the elder’s words, “Hoseok has been pushing me to tell you for months, and I’ve been telling him that you don’t feel that way, that I should just give up, but he gave no fucks and said—”

“Wait, hold on.” Jimin furrowed his brows thoughtfully, “You actually like me?”

Yoongi looked impatient, in disbelief, “I told you, I love you.” he said embarrassedly, and if Jimin wasn’t so shocked, he could’ve cooed at the shy and bashful face he was pulling, “I tried to talk to you so many times but I fucking couldn’t and I—”

“Oh my fucking God, hyung.” Jimin cut the elder off again, laughing in disbelief. Yoongi looked terrified of the boy’s reaction, his eyes large and filled with fear, “Oh my God, this is fucking ridiculous.” Jimin continued laughing, not being able to contain it. They were standing in the cold, both of them not wearing anything proper for the current weather, cold out of their minds, and there Yoongi was, confessing like they were in a drama. It was ridiculous.

Yoongi frowned, looking insecure, “Didn’t know it was that funny.” he said bitterly. Jimin shook his head with tears in his eyes, and did nothing other than pulling the elder by the collar of his shirt and connecting their lips together, taking his best friend by surprise. He kissed Yoongi, like he’d wanted to do for so long. He kissed  him like he was everything, because Yoongi was everything. Hoseok never once crossed Jimin’s mind as they kissed, only coming back to his mind once they pulled away to get some air.

“For the record,” Jimin said, panting slightly with a dumb smile on his face, “Hoseok hyung better not try to kiss you on the cheek again or I’ll kill both of you with my own two hands.”

Yoongi looked confused for a second, before Jimin’s dumb smile settled on his face too, and he started laughing and connected their lips again soon after. They laughed with their lips connected, because they were standing in the cold, both of them not wearing anything proper for the current weather, cold out of their minds, and there they were, kissing like they were in a drama. It was ridiculous, and Jimin loved it.


eAdam Van Winkle was the Gen 2 heir of the Van Winkle Legacy. He was turned at the age of 32 by the previous ruler of Moonlight Falls. Adam led the rebellion overthrowing the previous ruler and by unanimous decree by the clan elders Adam became the new ruler of Moonlight Falls. His youngest son Keenan was next in line to replace Adam as ruler. Due to fear and prejudice the Clan Elders has found Keenan unfit to become the next ruler of Moonlight Falls. After the death of his human wife, Beverly the Clan Elders has decreed that Adam must remarry to produce an heir suitable of ruling over Moonlight Falls. As Adam is still grieving for his wife The Clan Elders have taken it upon themselves to find a suitable mate for him. Placing the following advertisement in the paper of Moonlight Falls.

Have you ever wondered what it might be like to be married to the ruler of Moonlight Falls? For many of it’s citizens this has been only a dream. Now by royal decree the Clan Elders are accepting applications for worthy citizens who want a chance to make that dream a reality. This opportunity is open to all citizens of Moonlight Falls. Stop by the Hall of Elders to pick up an application now.

Requirements under the cut.

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Trigger (Hitman!Namjoon) - [1]

Author’s Note: I’ve never been more excited for an idea than this one; I hope you’ll enjoy the ride as much as I do, and I have someone dear to thank for helping me achieve this who wishes to remain in the shadows - you know who you are. :)

Summary: Hitman!Namjoon [eventually rated M]; He’s hired by only the top of the food chain, CEO’s and filthy rich politicians who want nothing more than their competition to be taken care of quickly and quietly. Namjoon makes a pretty penny, but gets no satisfaction from any of it; he’s simply excellent at what he does, and there’s nothing more to it. He never feels any sympathy for the people he’s hired to kill, all until he meets you; who has become his next target. He begins to realize he isn’t monitoring you for the job’s sake, but for his own. You bring to light a dark side of his past he’s trying so hard to forget, but play a vital part in a deep ravenous revenge he’s been striving towards for years; and it scares the absolute hell out of him.


Right between the eyes. Deep breath, and let it out slow.

The feel of the sleek metal beneath his fingertips always chilled him to the bone, but the sensation washes away the moment he pulls the trigger. Precise, careful, perfect.


In an instant, he was dead. In an instant, the life left his eyes, and he toppled to the ground, limbs carelessly falling beside him.

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