every girl's reaction

1x04 “Phantom Traveler”

“Of course, the most troubling question is why do these people assume we’re gay?”

“Well, you are kinda butch. Probably think you’re overcompensating. “

I was pondering what life would be like for Jean when she returns from the White Hot Room. She probably has no idea what a selfie is.

alright but real talk croix is

  1. completely motivated by spite
  2. creates overdramatic dark-theme UIs for projects that absolutely don’t need them instead of doing actually important things, for example
  3. forgets to add fucking preconditions and postconditions in her software which Turns Out To Be Very Bad™
  4. seems to have a diet consisting solely of shitty ramen

is this why my friend was recommending this to me

Every Girls Dream Meeting

Originally posted by yoongijae

Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1728

I was so excited to be going to Korea again. The last time I went I had so much fun. I went to tons of different barbeques and cafes, and I couldn’t wait to go again this time. I was also going to be looking at colleges. I was approved to go to an international school, and I couldn’t wait to go. I had been practicing my Korean day and night to prepare.

I waited at the airport during my layover, sitting in the waiting room and reading a book. I heard them call my flight and tucked my book under my arm, getting my suitcase and heading towards the line to board.

I boarded the plane, looking around for my seat. When I found it I sat down and immediately pulled my book back out. I had always been a bit of a nerd when it comes to books. Once I pick one up I have a hard time stopping.

I was so absorbed in what I was reading that I didn’t notice who it was who had sat next to me at first. The flight attendants called everyone’s attention and went over all the safety instructions. I had heard them so many times at this point that I didn’t even bother looking up from my book.

After they were done the plane started to take off. I put my book down during take off because the turbulence made it hard to read. As I was waiting for it to subside I took a look around. And as I did, I realized exactly who it was that was sitting to the left of me.

At first I had to do a double take. There was no way in hell these were the same boys I was thinking of. I couldn’t believe it at first. They were all rough-housing with one another, cracking jokes and being rather loud. I looked around and didn’t see anyone who looked like security.

What were these boys doing here on their own? I was about to say something, but then I thought better of it. Why would I? I wouldn’t want anyone bothering me while I was on vacation. They were ordinary people, just like me. I wasn’t going to do that to them.

I pulled out my book again and looked at them out of the corner of my eye.

There were seven of them all together. I knew them each by sight. There was Hoseok, sitting in the first row of the 4 they took up. He was sitting next to Taehyung. They were both kneeling on their seats looking back at Jimin and Jungkook. They had out a phone and they were recording themselves for something.

They were cracking jokes and I couldn’t help but to laugh quietly at what they were saying. Behind Jimin and Jungkook sat Jin and Namjoon. They were talking to one another about their upcoming photoshoot. Namjoon was telling him how he was hoping his hair would be blonde again, and he and Jin could match.

Lastly sat Yoongi, he was on his own, sitting in an aisle seat. It was actually the seat right next to mine. I took quick peeks at him, but he was asleep. I chuckled to myself. That seemed just like him. I let out a soft sigh, resigning myself to be a decent person and not interrupt their fun with my fangirling. I scooted down into my seat, put in my earbuds, and buried myself in my book once again.

I was so wrapped up in my book that I didn’t notice the eyes on me. The chapter I was reading I was very upsetting. The main character was going through the death of her best friend. I had my hand covering my mouth, sniffling softly as I tried to hold back tears. I always did get emotional over books.

I felt the tears drop down my cheeks, and saw them splash onto the pages. I let out a small sob as I was reading, quickly wiping at my eyes as best I could.

Suddenly I felt someone tap my shoulder. I pulled my earbuds out and wiped at my eyes before looking at them. “Yes?” I asked, not really paying attention to who it was, until I heard a deep voice respond in Korean.

“Are you okay?” he asked. I looked up at the voice and let out a small gasp as I realized who it was. I nodded to him. “I’m fine. I’m sorry if I disturbed you at all,” I apologized and went to go back to reading, my face bright red with embarrassment.

“Are you sure you want to keep reading it if it’s making you that upset?” he asked me. I looked up at him, surprised that he was still talking to me. “Y…yes,” I replied. “It’s making me upset because it’s so good. Why would I want to stop?”

He nodded. “I suppose that’s true,” he told me. “My name is Min Yoongi,” he says, holding out his hand for me to take. I take his hand, introducing myself as well. “I’m (Y/N),” I say, showing a soft smile.

We started talking across the aisle. He asked me where I was from and what my plans were in Korea. I told him how I was looking at schools and he told me about the one he had been planning on attending. It ended up being one of my top 3 and we started talking about the school.

After a few minutes he stretched in his seat. “Leaning over like this is hurting my side,” he said, getting up and moving over to the window. He patted the seat he was previously occupying. “Come sit here so we can talk some more.”

I frowned slightly. “Are…are you sure that’s okay?” I asked him nervously. He let out a soft smile. “Of course I am, otherwise I wouldn’t have asked.”

I nodded and switched seats, leaving my book in my seat. “What are you listening to?” he asked me, and I just smiled and offered him an earbud. He put it in and sat back in his seat while I pressed play. I started playing the song that was on last while I was reading, Very Good by Block B.

He let out a smile and a soft chuckle as we listened to the song together. After a few seconds of silence I started singing along under my breath, rapping and singing along with the song. With my eyes closed I didn’t notice him looking at me, taking in my soft singing. Nor did I notice when Jin and Namjoon turned in their seats to look at me.

I opened my eyes and was immediately met with the staring sets from Jin and Namjoon. I could literally feel all the blood in my body rush to my face as they stared at me curiously. I turned my head to look at Yoongi, and he was staring at me as well. “S..sorry,” I stuttered, looking down at my hands in my lap. Namjoon looked at me for another second.

“You’re good,” he said turning back in his seat. My head shot up at his words, catching him turning around. I looked at Jin and he sent me a reassuring smile before going back to whatever they had been talking about. I turned my head to look at Yoongi and he was giving me that gorgeous gummy smile of his. It took everything within me not to swoon at the sight.

We both settled back in to keep listening to music, but I wasn’t paying attention to what was playing, and Fire came on, by none other than BTS. My eyes snapped open and I went for my phone, but Yoongi snatched his hand out and grabbed it himself.

I went wide-eyed looking at him, waiting for his reaction. “H…hey,” I said. “Th…that’s my phone.” I reached for it to take it out of his hand but he just pulled it back from me.

“You listen to BTS?” he asked me. I hesitated a moment, trying to gauge his emotions, but I couldn’t figure it out. I nodded slowly, looking down at my hands again.

“So you knew who we were the entire time?” he said, his voice low. I nodded again. “Why didn’t you say anything?” he asked, dropping the phone back in my lap. I looked up at him through my lashes, trying to keep myself composed. I felt like I was about to burst into tears.

“I…I didn’t want to make you guys uncomfortable.  I knew…if I was on vacation…I wouldn’t want anyone intruding on it. I would want peace. And I didn’t want to be that crazy fan that ruined you guys’ time,” I told him, still looking down at my hands. “I wasn’t intending on bothering you, but then you started talking to me, and you were just so nice…” you said.

He let out a sigh and ran his hand through his hair. He was quiet for a minute, and I moved to go back to my seat, but he grabbed my arm before I could go. I sat back down and looked up at him.

“I didn’t say to move back. I was having a nice conversation…with a friend,” he told me, giving me a soft smile.

“F…friend?” I asked him. He nodded at me, letting go of my arm and holding out his hand. I looked at him curiously. He just pointed at the phone, and put out his hand again. I hesitantly gave him back my phone.

He unlocked it and was doing something with it, but I couldn’t quite look over enough to be able to see what it was. He handed it back to me, and I unlocked it myself, seeing that he had put his number in my KakaoTalk. I looked up at him, a shy smile on my face.

“Is…is that…” I started. He nodded. “Don’t give that out to anyone else okay?” he said. I nodded. “Good,” he said, taking the earbud from my lap and putting it back in his ear. “Now let’s go back to listening to music,” he said. I smiled and nodded, putting Fire back on, and the two of us leaned back and enjoyed the music together.

~Librarian Joon

Sorry again for the delay everyone! Now it’s back to posting my old work until I have everything back on here! Enjoy this fantasy!

tfw when u have stuff to do for your second course, a master dissertation to write, but all you wanna do is draw ryan gosling holding a bright yellow balloon and being slightly disgusted with it


Olicity Meme: favorite quote [2]
“You’ll always be my girl.”

I honestly wouldn’t be surprised if Clarke has a preference for girls, tbh.

Like every reaction she has to a girl is some form of “holy shit.”

Octavia: -Exists.-
Clarke: Holy shit, I’m so bi.
Raven: -Exists.-
Clarke: Holy shit, I’m so bi.
Anya: -Exists.-
Clarke: -Slightly terrified voice.- Holy shit, I’m so bi.
Lexa: -Exists.-
Clarke: Holy shit, I’m so bi.

In contrast, she pretty much only “holy shits” at Finn.

And then she rolls her eyes right after.