everybody needs a cat in their life

The Signs as Studio Ghibli Quotes

Aries: “Sometimes you have to fight for the things that are worth fighting for.” - The Secret World of Arrietty

Taurus: “Once you’ve met someone you never really forget them.” -Spirited Away

Gemini: “Everybody, try laughing. Then whatever scares you will go away!” -      My Neighbor Totoro

Cancer: “A heart’s a heavy burden.” - Howl’s Moving Castle

Leo: “Just follow your heart and keep smiling.” - Kiki’s Flying Delivery Service

Virgo: “There’s not future for people who worship the future and forget the past.” - From Up on Poppy Hill

Libra:  “Always believe in yourself. Do this and no matter where you are, you will have nothing to fear.” -The Cat Returns

Scorpio:  “They say that the best blaze burns brightest when circumstances are at their worst.” -Howl’s Moving Castle

Sagittarius: “We each need to find our own inspiration. Sometimes it’s not easy.” - Kiki’s Flying Delivery Service

Capricorn: “Life is suffering. It is hard. The world is cursed. But still you find reasons to keep  on living.” - Princess Mononoke

Aquarius:  “It’s funny how you wake up each day and never really know if it’ll be one that will change your life forever.” - The Secret World of Arrietty

Pisces: “No matter how many weapons you have, no matter how great your technology might be, the world cannot live without love!” - Castle in the Sky

Learning How to Love Chapter Seven, Day Nine Part Two: Ultimatum

Hello everyone! As promised, here is the next chapter of Learning How to Love! It’s been a long time, and I’m terribly sorry for that. To those of you that may be uncertain as to whether or not I plan to continue this fic, know that no matter how long it may take me to complete each chapter I have no intention of giving it up.

Also side note, Cheritz is a blessing. I played the April Fool’s Day dlc as soon as it came out, and it gave me some much need laughter. To any of you uncertain about whether it’s worth playing, I assure you it most certainly is. (spoilers ahead) Everybody deserves to witness Jumin hocked up on catnip and chasing laser pointers I think I had actual years added to my life holy crap. I still can’t believe he got Zen to eat cat food I’m dead Jumin is everything protect my playful boy.

Note: As always, MC will be referred to as MC in this story in the third person instead of blanks or Y/N. In addition, this story contains minor spoilers for Jumin’s route.

As usual, thank you so much to all who have read/liked/reblogged/replied to my original posts. I am beyond grateful for all the wonderful reactions and excitement that followed my previous chapters.

Please don’t hesitate to let me know if you’d like me to tag you in future chapter posts, as I am more than happy to do so!

To those of you who haven’t read the first chapters of LHTL or the Vampire Jumin fic and would like to, here are links to each:

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Vampire Jumin: Of Secrets and Love

Vampire Jumin NSFW

Our precious manchild is growing up!

Chapter Seven, Day Nine Part Two: Ultimatum

The day began on a rather unsettling note, with Seven instructing MC what to do should he not return from their ‘picnic’ within five hours of his leaving the chatroom. Perplexed and alarmed, MC demanded he be safe and take care wherever they were before she wished him the best of luck. Shortly after he exited the messenger, Jaehee appeared with equal concern about his behavior, though there was a healthy level of exasperated skepticism that accompanied it. Though MC was aware Seven was prone to histrionics, she couldn’t help but worry with so little information about what was happening on their end.

MC then asked about how Jumin was doing, hoping her gentle nudge this morning would help him get through the day’s tribulations without her. Jaehee explained that he had gotten in touch with her and said he would be at the office soon; as he had chosen to complete a quick errand before going. She went on to mention that Director Han was planning to confront Jumin about the Sarah that afternoon, and that she had placed Sarah’s credit report on the chairman’s desk in the hopes that it would make him reconsider who the true victim of the situation was. MC would have to remind Jumin to thank Jaehee for everything she did, the aforementioned gesture of pure empathy as touching as it was practical. Even if Director Han wasn’t convinced, at the very least Jumin would know Jaehee remained on his side. For that, MC was grateful.

Jaehee went on to express her unease about Jumin’s refusal to talk about MC’s return to Rika’s apartment. MC wasn’t all that surprised or worried, as she was more than happy to stay as long as he needed her. She was growing more fond of him with each day, and she had a feeling Jumin wasn’t quite ready to stand on his own just yet despite his remarkable progress. So she simply asked Jaehee to be patient too and give him the time he needed. Jaehee insisted MC try to change his mind–and MC promised to do her best–but she knew this was something that only Jumin could decide for himself. Only he could come to terms with his own fears and discover what she had already known since the beginning: that he could overcome them. Because she had already decided that she would never let him feel alone again in this life, no matter what form that would take. She would always be here if he needed to talk, if he needed somebody to listen, if he was confused, if he was tired; whatever it may be. As soon as he understood that–no matter how near or far she was–that would never change, she had a feeling he would be much more open to discussion about the subject.

Not to mention the safest place in the world for her at this point was probably Jumin’s penthouse, considering the circumstances and the security detail. She had never felt more protected in all her life, and the guards were remarkably skilled in terms of noninvasive monitorization.

Relieved, Jaehee agreed and asked MC to take care of Jumin in the meantime. To which, MC smiled at the screen and replied that she could do no less. After a short farewell, she put the phone back on the nightside table and tried to work on her draft for a while. But her mind kept wandering back to Jumin and Seven, worrying and wondering and hoping things were all right. She barely managed to type out a few coherent sentences before she forced herself to take a break, thinking a change of pace might help. Gathering her spare set of clothes, she moved to the guest bathroom to take a shower and unwind. Under the scalding, enormous showerhead–God had she ever told Jumin he had marvelous taste–she let her mind wander, humming a little tune to ease her fraying nerves. Half an hour later she stepped out feeling refreshed, confident that things would work out okay for them both and that the best thing she could do was focus. After drying off and getting dressed, she re-entered the living room to find her phone blinking silver.

She opened the messenger to find Zen pouting about using Jumin as inspiration for his current acting role. Rolling her eyes with a smile, MC encouraged the endeavor in the hopes that it might help him understand Jumin a bit better. As the famous saying went: you can only understand a man when you’ve walked a mile in his shoes. But before Zen could grumble his acquiescence, Yoosung crashed into the messenger and flooded the chat with crying emojis and panicked words, ranting about how Seven was forcing him to keep quiet about something. MC asked if she should call Jumin, certain that he would deploy any help the two might need to get out of the situation safely, but Yoosung declined. Zen demanded an explanation despite Yoosung’s hesitant refusals, and continued to rail him until he figured no amount of pressure or safety hazards would make Yoosung betray Seven’s trust. Zen then proceeded to guess at their location with frightening accuracy, describing the area in enough detail to leave Yoosung speechless. MC could hardly believe it herself, and hastened to assist Zen in pressing him for a picture of where they were. She understood Yoosung wanted to be loyal to Seven, but there were some instances in which safety trumped lethal promises.

Tired, afraid, and worried about Seven; Yoosung caved and sent the photo. Shoving past her disbelief at Zen’s arguably prophetic vision, she and Zen immediately spotted Elizabeth the Third and asked Yoosung to retrieve her. Zen advised him to report back before he disappeared, and MC felt her chest tighten with fear, biting her lip. Please be okay, please be okay. For a short while all both she and Zen could do was sit there, numb with disbelief and flooded with secondhand adrenaline as they wondered what on Earth Elizabeth the Third was doing in the middle of nowhere. Zen logged out to quell a headache while MC stared at the swimming fish across from her; as if their lazy circuits and unpredictable trajectories could hold the mysteries of Elizabeth’s kidnapping and the danger into which Seven had waltzed with Yoosung in tow.

She barely had time to process before Jaehee returned to the messenger, equally shocked about Zen’s dream and hoping for their safe return with Elizabeth. She came to tell MC that Jumin’s father moved their meeting to the conference room, rather than their original plans for tea. Jaehee was convinced it had something to do with the files she slipped into his pile of documents, but the change just made MC uneasy. Why would he bump up the meeting if he didn’t have something urgent to say? She had faith in Jumin; she knew he would remain level-headed and try to solve this as peacefully as possible. But his father? She had more than enough reason to believe he would not be remotely rational about Jumin’s relationship status.

MC didn’t have time to ask her further before a triumphant Yoosung returned to the chat, attesting to his safety and that of Seven and Elizabeth. As excited as they all were, Jaehee advised that she inform Jumin after the meeting with his father, to which MC agreed. He had enough on his mind at the present moment. If they overwhelmed him with too much too soon, he was susceptible to retreating into himself again. Yoosung cheerfully agreed to take care of Elizabeth for the time being, but he did mention that Seven’s was behaving strangely and driving erratically. Jaehee advised them all to be safe as she took off to prepare for the meeting.

Yoosung was effervescent as ever, proud to be the RFA hero of the day for saving Elizabeth. MC could only smile and repeat what Jaehee said, immensely relieved that they had escaped more or less unscathed. Seven’s abnormal behavior was suspicious and a cause for concern, but she figured that his survival had been more crucial than anything else. MC advised Yoosung to use his energy to keep Seven awake upon the first mention of sleep, her heart having stopped enough times in one day. Yoosung departed with the promise that he would be vigilant, leaving her to play some relaxing music and return to her writing, partially relieved of her earlier anxieties. But without knowledge of how Jumin had fared with his father, they weren’t out of the woods just yet.

Jumin stepped into the conference room on the defensive, approaching his father with caution. “Why did you suddenly change the meeting place?” Jumin asked a few feet away from him, unimpressed by the somber look on his father’s face.

Director Han hesitated at the sight of his son’s distrustful, guarded look. He hadn’t seen that expression since Jumin had been a teenager. “…Because I had something to show you. I heard you were very rude to Sarah and thought about having a chat over tea, but I received something from my assistant during lunch.”

Jumin blinked, though he had a feeling he knew what his father’s latest ultimatum was about. “What did you receive?” He prompted.

“Apparently, someone who works for you must have done some research on Sarah. Here, take this.” His father handed over an envelope, much like the ones seen all over the building, filled with familiar credit scores and financial reports on a woman by the name of Sarah Choi. None of it came as a surprise; he had already witnessed the woman’s voracious spending habits. He froze when he skimmed several other documents detailing her debt under the name of her phony company. Then he closed the envelope again and set it on the table, crossing his arms as his father granted a futile explanation. As if Jumin had no ability to read and comprehend simple data, or understand what this newfound information further intimated about Sarah’s intentions.

“It’s Sarah’s credit report. She must have a lot of debt. And I called a couple places to check myself, and I could tell there are multiple loans under the company’s name.” No shit, Sherlock, the wry thought came unbidden.

Jumin’s reply was flat, working to keep the ice out of his tone at the sight of foolhardy sympathy suffusing his father’s features. “Assistant Kang found this,” He clarified, “although I didn’t know about the company’s financial situation…I was aware of her personal credit situation.”

“Why didn’t you let me know if you knew?” His father demanded, shocked.

Jumin gazed at the other man with deadpan disbelief. “Because I never intended to marry her in the first place.” Because it wasn’t my choice to begin with. “And I was preoccupied.” He added as an afterthought.

“Preoccupied? You mean your missing cat. I was going to talk about your ads anyways…It’s simply too much. Think of the company’s reputation…! It’s nothing to go see the TV’s network head for.” His father looked to him with ample disapproval, as if his son had shamed him irreparably.

Jumin, however, remained calm. It wasn’t the first time a person had decided he was strange, and he certainly wouldn’t be the last. “There was a reason I had to find that cat. You would not understand, father.” At the time it had seemed vital, extreme anxiety and fear clouding his mind. He felt no traces of that earlier panic now, only a steadfast calm. MC was waiting for him. The sooner he could reconcile this discrepancy and finish his work, the sooner he could return to her company. He wanted to live up to her confidence in him.

“A reason…” Director Han scoffed, looking for all the world like a tired parent instructing a foolishly stubborn child. “You care so much about that cat but not about finding someone…I cannot understand you, son.” He shook his head. “All I want is for you to meet someone and be happy…”

He knew his father meant well as he watched his brows crease with worry, but blind sentiment could only extend so far when faced with reality. Not to mention his father’s definition of happy was absurdly narrow. “Can you still say that after seeing the credit report of the woman you wanted me to marry?”

“I’m sure Glam didn’t know about Sarah’s financial situation. And just because she has financial problems, it doesn’t mean she’s a bad person.” His father chided.

Jumin’s eyes widened as he stared at him with open incredulity. “Christ. Are you being serious?” He demanded. Was his father truly convinced that these women, or at the very least Sarah, had no ulterior motive whatsoever under the weight of so much debt? “If I were you, father, I would never let those women hide their financial situation before talking about marriage. This woman is still hiding the facts. You know that she is not to be trusted!” Jumin refuted, appalled.

“This is quite shocking, but we can solve their financial problems for them. Everyone has one or two flaws they want to hide.” His father replied calmly, as if he was imparting great wisdom. “You have to let some things go if you to live in this world.” He finished with a shrug.

Jumin pursed his lips, trying to think of some way to get through to him. “Father…do you realize what you are saying? You say all the wrong things and call it advice.” It was his turn to shake his head. “I am very sad to see that you’ve lost your good judgement…”

“I’ve not lost my judgement. Sarah was recommended by Glam…I trust that she is a good woman.” He seemed so confident about Glam that Jumin had to wonder how she managed to elicit his trust in such a short time. “Sarah may have some problems but we can still accept her. Glam is so worried about her that she barely sleeps at night.”

Over an engagement? Something about that revelation made his skin crawl, gripping his forearms a fraction tighter than before. “So ultimately, all you care about is that your girlfriend is happy?” He clarified.

“Of course, I know that you’re not fond of Glam. But you didn’t like any of the women I’ve been with…It is nothing new.” Jumin was somewhat amazed that his father never thought he had a reason to be wary of the women he brought home on a monthly basis. “Anyways, I wish you’d respect my opinion regarding this marriage.”

And I wish you’d respect mine, Jumin thought with acerbic disdain. “God…” Jumin pressed two fingers two his temples. “Father…I understand why you are acting like this.”


“As you’ve said, I have never liked the women you’ve met. Because I knew that they were never truthful to me…they always wanted something from me.” He grimaced slightly as he remembered a variety of uncomfortable encounters. “So I could never understand the relationships you so desired. It all seemed like making a deal to me.” Cold, empty, and parasitic were the first words that came to mind. “But I respected that you were different from me, so I never said anything about who you were with.” He explained, levelling a penetrating gaze at his father.

“Hmm…” His father couldn’t meet his eyes, something about Jumin’s explanation making him uncomfortable all of a sudden.

“But I’ve realized something recently…after meeting someone.” Jumin began reluctantly, knowing his father would explode on him for ‘cheating’ on Sarah.

And at a speed that would put any ravenous gossip to shame, “You mean you are seeing another woman?!” There it is.

Jumin sighed, hands falling from their suspension across his chest while one lingered at his hip. “I realized what it feels like to have your heart filled after being with her.” He continued as if he hadn’t been interrupted. “Thanks to her, I’ve understood what you are like when you’re with someone. A beautiful woman who understands me and cheers for me…wanting to give her all my love and care…” His lips curled slightly at the thought of her, fighting a smile as he remembered her encouragement a few hours prior. So cute… “And also being irrational and stubborn–being blinded by love–just like you are now.” He admitted with a frown, remembering his less than ideal behavior.

“That doesn’t sound too good.” His father looked to him with a brow raised, perplexed. “Why didn’t you tell me if you were seeing someone?”

“I planned to tell you in time.” He replied easily, as it was the truth. He didn’t like concealing things from his father unless he had little choice. “And…the things I’m about to say now, please consider them words of truth from a loving son to his father.” He tried to break it to him as gently as possible.

“What more do you have to say?” Director Han couldn’t remember the last time Jumin had ever been so open and talkative, or if he ever had since the day he was born.

Jumin’s answering voice was low. “Most of the women you’ve chosen were never ready to truly love you. They were only busy trying to fill their greed.”

“There were people like that in my past, Glam is different.” His father retorted immediately, waving him off.

Jumin’s lips twitched at the sheer irony. He might have smiled if his future didn’t depend on his father realizing that this infatuation with Glam was disillusioned at best. “You were always blinded, every single time…That is your weakness.” He insisted. “Glam Choi, Sarah…both women are no different from the women you’ve met until now.”

“Glam is not like that…! All she does is worry about you.” Not in the way you’re thinking, I’m sure. “Besides, Sarah is polite and bright. The more you see them, the more you’ll realize they are different.”

Jumin frowned, as if he had any desire to see more of them after Sarah’s last ‘visit’. “No, they are not. And you are simply being so irrational that you can’t accept the evidence that’s right in front of your eyes.” Jumin held firm.

“Hasn’t it occurred to you that you’re only rejecting Sarah because you love someone else?” Director Han retorted, equally obstinate, as if it was the only rational explanation for Jumin’s behavior.

Something about his father demoting MC to the position of convenient scapegoat made the blood in his veins turn to ice. “I don’t know. At least she doesn’t try to trick me or do things behind my back, so I haven’t thought about it.” He shot back before he cooled his ire, appealing to logic instead. “When I was upset over losing my cat, Sarah shamelessly brought a fake photo of my cat to act as if she’d found her.”

Director Han looked genuinely taken aback. “I never heard about that.”

How convenient. “Besides, she went to Assistant Kang’s home to ask her about me. You don’t know this, but apparently, Glam was with her.” If he had to be brutally honest with his father to convince him, then so be it. Sugarcoating wasn’t getting him anywhere.

“Glam…?” The word was a dubious question.

“The information I have is easy to acquire.” Jumin assured, revealing his hand. “If you continue to insist on Sarah, then I will make my move as well. I will give you all the evidence I can find showing you how greedy and ambitious those women are, until you accept the truth.” Jumin was frank. “It will be a waste of time on my part, but my relationship with you is important.”

“Stop now!” His father snapped, incensed at Jumin’s flagrant disobedience. “You are insulting me by talking like this.”

“It is the same for me. It’s very sad…that you can’t understand how I feel.” He didn’t know how to articulate the heaviness in his heart. His father’s denial was vexing, but that didn’t mean Jumin was going to enjoy systematically erasing Glam and Sarah from their lives at his expense. He didn’t want to be the one to crush his father’s hope to be genuinely loved again.

His father seemed at a loss for words. “…Sad?”

“I no longer wish to fight with you about such a pointless subject…Can you not understand how I feel?” Jumin implored, unable to help the raw feeling in his voice despite the control with which the words were delivered. He didn’t want to fight with his father, he didn’t want those women endangering MC anymore than the hacker already was, and he didn’t want a marriage with a woman that looked at him as a butcher looks at plump cattle. All he wanted was to remove two variables making everybody’s lives harder than they already were, why couldn’t his father see that?

Director Han looked his son up and down, expecting to find some inconsistency that would prove the man before him an imposter. “Jumin, it’s very unlike you to say that.”

Perhaps it was, Jumin thought as he adjusted his tie out of habit. Grasping the fabric renewed the memory of MC earlier that morning, bright and playful, pulling him down for a kiss. But then, if choosing to feel meant being able to love her, did that really make it a bad thing? “Father…if you feel my sincerity, please accept my suggestion. Please stop insisting on this marriage so I don’t have to dig more up on Sarah… and let me be in peace. As your son…I only wish for this horrible situation to end.”

“…” Taken aback though he was, his father had no ability to deny his honesty. Because for once in the entire history of their relationship, Jumin chose to tell him how he felt rather than resorting to tactical refusal and evasion.

It was uncomfortable, but liberating. “And please, take your time to be more objective about the situation. I’m begging you, father.” He continued, watching as the words that tumbled out of him effectively weakened his father’s resolve.

His father let out a long breath, crossing his arms as he deliberated. “Fine…Alright.” He conceded. “I won’t mention Sarah again, but don’t say anything about the woman you’re seeing now.”

Jumin grit his teeth at the flat-out unwillingness to acknowledge MC, but otherwise chose to compromise. Responding with anger would only destroy the progress he’d made in changing his father’s mind about the situation. “…Alright. I suppose that is the best you can do.” He agreed.

“I’m sorry.” His father replied slowly, eyeing Jumin carefully. “Regardless of what’s happened, I feel I’ve upset you.”

“I’m fine.” Jumin shrugged, hoping to ease his guilt. As long as his father understood this wasn’t what he wanted and stopped strong-arming him into marriage, he saw no reason to remain upset. “I understand how much you care for Glam.”

“Yes…Still, I see that this has been very hard for you…for you to express your emotions like that…” Director Han blinked, as if he was still dazed by the sheer impossibility of it. “I will think more on it. Let’s stop this talk for now, I should be going back.”

“Alright.” Jumin gaze shifted to the man standing dutifully at the door to the conference room. “Please take my father back, chief of security. And…please tell Assistant Kang to come in. And I’d like for all the bodyguards to give us some privacy.”

“Yes, sir! Mr. Chairman, this way sir.” He was glad to see the chief was no longer hesitant to obey his commands, likely due to the sight of his father’s uncertainty regarding the situation.

Jumin nodded his farewell to his father and turned to look out at the city littered with towering buildings, mulling over his next move.

“Mr. Han…! Did the talk go well?” Assistant Kang asked as soon as she stepped inside with uncharacteristic exuberance.

Jumin sighed in frustration, but didn’t turn around. “It’s not over for good… but those women won’t be able to manipulate my father for the time being.” His lips pursed into a white line, the next phrase a muttered afterthought. “Glam must have more influence on him than I thought….I was a bit surprised.”

“Alright…” Her voice was crestfallen at the sound of his partial victory, disappointed her research had accomplished so little. “Will you need all the information I’ve managed to find?”

“Yes. I should at least know about it so send them to me.” He replied, only paying partial attention.

“Yes, alright.” She agreed, her earlier haste and excitement returning. “And I have something to tell you!”

Jumin raised a brow, turning his head to look at her. Her sparkling eyes just made him more confused. “What is it?”

“They found Elizabeth.” She blurted, as if she had been waiting for hours to say so.

Jumin stared at her blankly, electing to process the development later despite his initial shock. It would only serve as a distraction. “…Really? I’m glad to hear that.” He managed before he turned back around.

Assistant Kang blinked at his tepid response. “Yoosung is with her right now.”

“Alright.” He replied offhand, gathering the documents his father left.

“Should we go to Yoosung’s house right now?” She was amazed that she needed to be the one to suggest it.

“No. She is in good hands. Just make sure she doesn’t run away again.” He replied, unperturbed as he looked at each one more closely and one of the older statements caught his eye. Wait a minute…did that say….Sarah Choi? Does that mean…? Jumin withheld a grin. Gotcha. He needed to run this by Seven and the chief of security. He memorized the heading of the page before his father’s secretary returned to collect what he’d left behind in his mystified stupor.

She couldn’t help the answering outrage at his complete dismissal. “What?! You don’t want to bring her home?”

“I said I want to give her back to V.” Jumin explained as he returned his gaze to the evening sky, it’s darkening hue reminding him of MC’s eyes. He needed to finish his work and fact check quickly if he was to see her before she fell asleep. Would she be excited to see him? Perhaps it was foolish to hope after everything he’d done.

“St–still, you don’t want to see her?” Assistant Kang continued, unable to believe the radical change in Jumin’s behavior.

Jumin rubbed his temples. He had just achieved some measure of peace, but there always had to be something scrambling his brain this week. He didn’t want to think about Elizabeth the Third right now. “I feel like I’ll have useless thoughts if I see her. It’s a bit complicated.” 

“But still…” She protested weakly.

“Assistant Kang.” He turned to address her with a measure of finality, changing the subject.

“Yes…” She looked to him, brows furrowing at his sudden engagement.

“I ignored your efforts when you were doing your research… but it helped. I admit I was wrong. I apologize.” Despite his flat tone, his sincerity was warm and clear. “It must have been very difficult for you to find all of that. Thank you.” He gave her a small smile filled with gratitude before walking past her to finish the piles of work surely waiting at his desk. “Then I’ll get going.”

“Difficult…? Thank you…?” She repeated, certain this was some strange alternate dimension. That, or the man in front of her was surely not Jumin. He was being…considerate? And…grateful?

Jaehee walked out of the conference room in complete stupefaction, opening the messenger robotically to let MC know about the latest developments as she walked to her own desk. Though she was still concerned about Mr. Han dodging his responsibility to take care of Elizabeth–and she had no idea how she was going to break it to Yoosung– she had to wonder if MC had noticed his uncharacteristic behavior.

MC grinned at the other woman’s bewilderment from within the penthouse, elated. Jumin was growing more comfortable expressing himself bit by bit, even without MC’s encouragement.

“Feels as if spring is in the air?” She asked, well aware of the change.

“Spring in the air…” Jaehee halted abruptly on her path as she tested them. “Yes.  I agree…the comforting wind that silently comes to you…“ She added, just as the man of the hour unceremoniously arrived. “Mr. Han;;” She acknowledged with a measure of exasperation. The man was surprising her on all fronts today.

“Jumin!” MC laughed at his sudden entrance, delighted. “I heard the meeting went well.”

“MC, here you are.” The words were fond; thankful that she was There in the messenger. “I’m about to leave soon, so will you wait?” MC smiled at the request. Of course she would, she’d been excited to hear from him all day. She always appreciated Jaehee’s updates, but she wanted to hear the grand tale from Jumin himself. She also sensed a slight melancholy behind the words, as if he was certain he would receive an irritated rebuff for leaving her home alone for so long. Silly man, she couldn’t help but think, you didn’t do anything wrong. She was just fine in his absence, spending her time working and preparing for the RFA party approaching in little more than a day. It was sad to see how certain he was that he didn’t deserve any level of acceptance or acknowledgement, even something as simple as a greeting upon his arrival at home.

Jaehee tried to address what Elizabeth the Third’s living arrangements would be again, but Jumin evaded the subject entirely, saying that they could address it later. He went on to mention something he forgot to address at the meeting earlier, telling Jaehee that he wanted to give her a vacation as thanks for everything she’d done to help him change his father’s mind. Jaehee was largely incoherent for the rest of the conversation as he asked for potential dates, offering her time to mull it over before he returned his attention to MC.

“I miss you so much I can’t stand it.” Appeared in his signature blue heart adorned with roses, charming as ever.

Her heart was melting at the sight of his unrepentant affection, as sure as he was sincere. “I miss you too.” She reassured him.

She could almost feel his desire to dash straight home and forget the tasks that he had planned to complete as soon as she reciprocated the sentiment. “Just wait a bit more.” He implored, though she had a feeling the words were more for himself than they were for her. “I have to visit a couple places…but I’ll go there as soon as I can.” He promised. “Thinking of seeing you at home makes me excited.” He added with a smiling emoji before he took his leave.

MC bid him farewell as Jaehee insisted it all must be a dream. She congratulated her frazzled friend and assured her it was indeed real, beaming at the sight of her joy. When Jaehee exited the messenger to finish her work MC’s gaze lingered on the black screen, a soft smile reflected in the low light. She was so proud of him for paying attention to Jaehee’s efforts and acknowledging what would make her happy, instead of defaulting to what he assumed everybody wanted from him. It was a sure sign that he was beginning to understand how to care about others properly, and why it was so important to develop that understanding.

MC grinned at the door. She was so going to tackle Jumin the second he stepped inside.

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Songs for sanses

Classic sans : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ez5xl6VoGM

with the blues law rhythm, you can almost see him walking slow in the snow, going to grillbz to drink and being nostalgic, speak and laugh with old chumps, drink some more… 

and his low voice is totally appropriate for Blues anyway. sans is a bluesman.

Red : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7jiLtbJA-tY&index=14&list=PLL-mAfJPMnPWmQ_B5YEQdJVlVcK5bw33n

i like this music *-* it feels so dangerous and like a restrained power, and the little megalomania theme inside is like the smile red put up to everybody. He’s always looming around, hidden in his brother’s shadow, but he’s the one you should fear and he’s going to rip you appart if you make a wrong move.

Blueberry : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HUSH3-F3AK4 Blue is so swingy i mean have you seen him ? i bet he walk with big jumps, his all life his swingy and he don’t need so much to be happy, he is cozy around people he loves, (and he definitely is a cat (a lil bouncy once but still) and he is loud (the end of the song :’))

Swapfell sans : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jBxjSRXTOKk

Because i think that the main thing with him is loneliness. He is blue (either version of him, you know, they are the same), but he has no friends, he can’t really count on his brother, he can’t count on anybody, and from that loneliness came the cruelty, the wrath…

what do you think of the songs and my choices ? i’m open to discussion ^^

ignore everybody else (we’re alone now) (iii/v)

Summary: Cat Grant is jut looking for a little release. (AO3)

It’s World War 3 at CatCo. Cat actually fires an entire department before her coffee has a chance to cool. Then six additional people quit after lunch. She’s horrible. So horrible that she feels marginally bad about it at the end of the day and resolves to hire everyone back tomorrow. With slight raises. Maybe.

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Dear Keesa,

It’s been a whole year now since you left my life far too soon. Right before you left I asked you one last thing - when the time was right, when my heart was ready, please send the right cat my way. You were always picky, and you’d been with me for almost nine years. I knew you would pick well, and you did.

Thank you so much for sending Pippin to me far sooner than I had expected. She’s brought so much light and joy into my life. You always did have excellent taste, Kees. I don’t think I could have made it through the last ten months without her. She’s not you, but she is exactly who I needed.

I miss you so much, Coconut, and I hope that you’re happy wherever you are now. If angels have laptops, I’m sure you’re sleeping right in the middle of someone’s keyboard. I’m so grateful for the time I had with you.



Miraculous characters as quotes
  • Adrien: We can't be afraid of change. You may feel very secure in the pond that you are in, but if you never venture out of it, you will never know that there is such a thing as an ocean, a sea. Holding onto something that is good for you now, may be the very reason why you don't have something better.
  • Chat Noir: There's a hole in my soul. Can you fill it?
  • Marinette: A man who procrastinates in his choosing will inevitably have his choice made for him by circumstance.
  • Ladybug: Success doesn't come to you. You go to it.
  • Felix: You know my name, not my story.
  • Bridgette: I love that word. Forever. I love that forever doesn't exist, but we have a word for it anyway, and use it all the time. It's beautiful and doomed.
  • Gabriel: At a certain point I realized there's a huge difference between what we work for and what we live for.
  • Mrs Agreste: I'm a very strong believer that whoever is meant to be in your life will always gravitate back towards you, regardless how far they wander.
  • Nathaniel: Look at yourself as a color. You may not be everybody's favourite colour but believe me, ane day you will meet someone who needs you to complete his picture.
  • Alya: I don't need you, I have Wi-Fi
  • Nino: Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art. It has no survival value; rather it's one of those things that give value to survival.
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Official ranking of every cat Emoji on Emojipedia

original idea from: @socially-awkward-nerdwhal

A friend, smiles alot, can keeps secrets. MANY secrets.

a best friend, never blinks,  very realistic eyes, everyones jealous of them, apologizes for everything.

this is a dog.

a very abstract kitten, very yellow, kinda awkward, but beautiful.

a VERY thick kitkat, they deserve alot of love.

this kattens anatomy is very strange and awkward, the tail is very short, but the beady eyes make up for it.

looks kinda like a hybrid between a mouse and a cat, but looks very pretty and good anatomy-wise and should always be able to strut it’s stuff.

a cat that everybody needs in their life, chubby, head smaller than the rest of it’s body, and poses for the camera. Is there anything else you would ask for in a cat?

a disturbance.

this cat’s eyes are very wide and is very unsettling, other than that it is a very good and bold katten.

it’s a cat.

anonymous asked:

Any advice on finding yourself? I can't find purpose and I have no one. I am never good enough for anyone. I struggle with jealousy and self hate. I know that. Life and love come so easily to others. They attract it. You seem wise so I thought I'd ask for advice. Also any book recommendations?

You do not need to find yourself. You are already yourself. You are a human being on the path to wisdom. You are a budding flower on the lotus pond. Your purpose is to live. Your ego is the cause of the jealousy and hate. That part of you that competes with everybody else. Why are you competing? Is not the truest prize a calm unruffled spirit?

When you love yourself you can love others. When you can love others people are drawn to you like a cat to a sunny spot on the floor. Life is a struggle for all of us. Nobody is excepted. You do not know the path others walk. Do not judge their path. Attend to your own.

🐚 Shanti, peace, Sam. 🐚

larry-feels-like-home  asked:

I don't know if you've been asked this, but what are some of your favorite Larry fics? I've read all the classics and am in dire need of more good fics. Or if you could link me to some good fic recs it would be much appreciated!

i can definitely do that! non-classic faves, coming up: 

To The Ends of the Earth
During a yearlong hiatus, Louis visits Harry at his cabin in Idaho, where long-buried feelings ignite like the fire keeping them warm.

let’s savour what we’re falling over
west wing au (loosely); in other words everyone works in the white house and louis likes getting coffee with the washington post reporter in his briefing room.

Coax the Cold
England, 1897. English Professor Louis Tomlinson’s passion for the occult has been a source of mockery and derision for most of his life. When he hears whispers of a travelling freak show newly established in London claiming the existence of a monstrous sea hybrid, half-man, half-fish, Louis sees it as his ticket to credibility amongst his peers. The summer he spends undercover working on the show, however, gives him much more than that.

Destined for More (ot5)
Once their hands are sticky with molten marshmallow and the packet is empty, Louis is the first one to call it. “I get the middle,” he shouts suddenly and flings himself onto the trampoline, hardly bouncing due to the pillows softening his fall.

Niall is next to him in the blink of an eye and soon they’re all up there, trying to sort out their limbs and sleeping bags alike.

“Think it’ll hold us,” Liam asks, looking at it with apprehension.

Louis jumps to his knees and starts bouncing like that. “That depends on what you have us do, Lee-yum.” He leers at Liam suggestively, waggling his eyebrows. “Wanna test the springs?”

Liam sighs. “Can someone muffle him?”

Or the one where Louis is a bit of a slut, Zayn doesn’t like it in the bum, Niall mostly just likes playing the guitar, Liam is like 100% straight, Harry is a cheeky flirt, but also gets off to subbing during sex. There’s some coming-to-terms-with-yourself ziam, some mild D/s larry, friendly-blowjobs narry, first-time-gay-sex lilo, some shared crossdressing-kink shenanigans zarry, some dp lilourry, lots of fluffy ot5, oh and at the end there’s even kid!fic, too.

Henry VIII ruined it for everybody. Now the king or queen can only marry a person chosen by the magic of the church, or disaster will befall Britain. Prince Louis, heir apparent to the British throne, dislikes most things about his inheritance–but most of all that it could keep him from finding the real love of his life.

domestic monsters (series)
Harry is a witch from a long line of power, an ancient line that’s one of the strongest left alive in their hemisphere. He can cast spells without a word if need be, fly on a broomstick, and has a black cat (a kitten, really) named Felix that is his animal familiar. He can shape galaxies in his cupped hands and can destroy them just as easily. He can choose exactly how to use his power, for encouragement and support, or for more nefarious causes if he wishes to.

And as fate would have it, he’s scared of haunted houses.

(Harry is a witch who carries around a stuffed pumpkin, Louis is a vampire with too much time on his hands, and their best mates Zayn & Niall aren’t exactly what they seem…)

→ In This Light
Harry is a wardrobe stylist who likes to live in the moment, and Louis is a popstar who looks dreamy in double breasted jackets. Harry never stood a chance.

but me, i’m not a gamble
A Posh & Becks AU in which Harry is a star on the stage and Louis is a star on the pitch, but they’re both inexplicably terrible at articulating their feelings. In the end, it only takes a season’s worth of failed matchmaking schemes, platonic dinner dates, road trip holidays, and one very convenient David Beckham cameo for them to figure it all out. And if Niall knew all along? Well, he at least has the decency not to be too smug about it.

→ Alguien Te Quiere…Y Alguien Soy Yo (Someone Loves You, And That Someone Is Me)
Niall learns, when he’s five years old, that people, even the ones that mean the most to you, walk away. (HELLO I HAVEN’T SCREAMED ABOUT THIS ONE IN LIKE A GOOD FEW MONTHS!!!)

Something in the World Today
It shouldn’t be a surprise, the first time that Louis drops to his knees in front of Harry. It shouldn’t be, because it’s been something that Louis has needed for a long time. It shouldn’t be, because he’s been crawling out of his skin for weeks on end. It shouldn’t be, because Harry always makes him feel better. It shouldn’t be, because he’s needed this even when he didn’t know that he needed it.

Somehow, it still is.

validation I need to tell myself

💗 Didn’t deliver Quality Content?? LITERALLY NO ONE EXPECTS YOU TO!! This is a personal blog. They are following a PERSON with a LIFE and FEELINGS. 

💗 It’s okay to pop in with status updates like “hey how is everybody doing today I saw a cat a little while ago so that’s cool” that are generic and meaningless and get no response because there’s nothing at stake here. 


💗 You’re not obligated to restrict yourself to anything. It doesn’t matter if people respond to you. If they do, then, like, you interacted with a human today! Which you don’t do often! And there’s nothing negative about! 

💗 Be as friendly and human and vocal and messy as you want to. You’re a good person at heart, and good people deserve to be heard.


(Requested by Anon) (Part 1 of this imagine here)

You scanned new room with curious eyes. After the standoff between the Cullens and Volturi you decided to follow your ‘mate’ back to Volterra. Since you weren’t a vampire you hadn’t felt the mating pull that he had, but you had to admit he was quite cute. Though you weren’t sure how to address the fact that you two were meant to be.

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BtVS Season 10 - The Kittens

We saw on the show that kittens were used instead of money in card games (kitten poker) played by demons (Life Serial), and later that Spike got in serious debt and had to deal with a shark demon who demanded him immediate payment (Tabula Rasa):

SPIKE: Take it easy, you’ll get your kittens.

SHARK DEMON: Oh, I trust you, Mister Spike.

BUFFY: Oh god, what is it with you guys? Why kittens? Why can’t you just use money like everybody else?

SHARK DEMON: She’s funny. I like funny in a girl.

SPIKE: I just need a little more time.

SHARK DEMON: Time, time, time! Is what turns kittens into cats!

In Season 10 (issue #11), Spike was able to redeem himself of this awful habit of gambling for kittens – he rescued 6 of them that were about to be gambled by some nasty demons at the Suppurating Sore Social Club:

He took them home, saying to Xander that he would find them homes the next day…

But the kittens - now cats - are still in the apartment (up to issue #28)…

Xander takes care of them, too: and they were Xander’s companion when he was a little depressed and refusing to leave his bedroom:

And incorporeal Anya has been able to be seen by them since they arrived in the apartment:

Christos Gage loves cats; he was asked if the cats would survive Season 10, and he said that “no cat will ever die in anything” he writes - so no cats will be harmed during the final battle against D’Hoffryn.

Shit My Theater Professor Said (Part Two):
  • "They suck because I told them to suck."
  • "Math is bad."
  • "There's no narcissist seating."
  • "Thanks, Spongebob."
  • "I just kinda ignored it."
  • "Anyway, I got beef."
  • "I don't ask questions, I just do what I'm told."
  • "We need a hook on the back of Dylan's thing."
  • "Those Italian people and their fashion."
  • "I'm getting paid, whatever."
  • "One of my friends had to be a cat for like, six days."
  • "You need to hear things. I guess."
  • "I'd be drunk."
  • "It looks like shit."
  • "It needs to be Friday."
  • "I like to go home at night and not think about work."
  • "Everybody gets made fun of."
  • "We're painting the ceiling."
  • "They don't like getting reemed in front of everyone."
  • "You gotta be nice to someone."
  • "Never heard that one before, but maybe."
  • "It's like tinder but before tinder."
  • "It's funny to me, that's why I laugh. Every. time."
  • "He instantly hated his life."
  • "How the fuck do you make a car fly?"
  • "I'm the biggest kid I know."
  • "I couldn't do that shit, nor would I want to."
  • "Thank you, internet."
  • "Hopefully they're not an ass."
  • "We're all seeing a dance show now."
  • "Apparently I'm the squeaky wheel."
  • "You know, it's people."
  • "There's good Russian accents and then there's not good Russian accents."
  • "I guess they're doing it for free food."
  • "Just to freak out your doctor ever so slightly."
  • "It's hanging from a screw. In a church."
  • "That's just me being a dick."
  • "They're not all hippies anymore."
  • "You get to sit in this room and make sure they don't fuck it up."
  • "Fuck those guys."
  • "Maybe he's that much of a douche."
  • "It's fucking cold. Which sucks 'cause I have to work there."
  • "We have too much shit."
  • "You've been playing slots for four hours."
  • "Everyone else laughs at duty."
  • "He was the lead in this shitty show I worked on."
  • "That's not my fucking job."
  • "I've seen scarier shit."
  • "It's job tinder."
  • "I need to learn how to tap dance. Shit."
  • "Whatever the fuck."
  • "She's okay at what she does. I think."
  • "But I like it."
  • "They can't see what the sun is doing."
  • "These are the haters."
  • "Do it because I fucking said so."
  • "They don't hang out that long."
  • "They both go and bitch to the same person."
  • "You don't need to know who I am."
  • "I'm gonna smoke as much as I want."
  • "The roof is a roof. The roof is on fire."
  • "They disappeared for about three weeks."
  • "There'd better be beer."
  • "Their name's on the list."
  • "Director's problem, not mine."
  • "You're on the low end of the totem pole 'cause you're 17."
  • "There's a nice way to do it and a shitty way to do it. I'll probably do it the nice way. Depending."
okay y’all its time for some feelings

in 2014 I was sad

I was working myself half to death, I was doing five highers at school and I had signed up for the school play, the Christmas show, my regular theatre workshops, a play that was going on tour AND musical theatre training

I felt my anxiety SPIKE which made this entire thing feel a hundred times worse, to the point where I would miss school simply because I was having panic-induced breakdowns most mornings

at the same time, my gender dysphoria was at an all time high (although I usually wasn’t able to identify what it was) and I just felt constantly uncomfortable and at odds with myself

this gave me a general feeling of crappiness that affected basically every aspect of my life. I stopped spending time with my friends, I found myself unable to speak to new people, and I felt some pretty extreme self hate

and then one night, someone I followed on tumblr reblogged a gifset of two girls in a dorm room looking at each other, with the caption ‘why is everything I watch so gay’

and obviously my ears pricked up at the mention of gay, so I did a little digging and found out that the gifset was from a webseries that was about halfway through its first season

I decided one night to watch what there was so far, and then I feel deep into the abyss of carmilla that i’m yet to escape from

and its true that this show helped me

Lafontaine was and continues to be indescribably important to me, especially because one year after discovering carmilla I finally came out as trans to my parents

and hollstein is (obviously) one of the best relationships that I’ve ever seen in storytelling

the show is light, campy and doesn’t take itself to seriously, which was exactly what I needed at that time

but in reality, what helped me get through the darkest year of my life is the fans

the carmilla fandom was small when I joined, and basically everybody knew each other

jokes emerged about the yellow pillow, and the comic that shall not be named, and theories that carmilla was actually a cat (good job on that one, guys)

the whole fandom would wait up to read the new chapters of the hsau, and inside jokes even happened based on that one fanfic

I found myself having a reason to live to the next Tuesday (or Thursday), and I found myself being able to care about something for the first time in ages

and even my goddam physics teacher saw a change in me (’why are you always so hyper on Friday mornings nowadays’ ‘YOU DONT UNDERSTAND LAST NIGHTS EPISODE WAS SO GOOD’ ‘… okay’)

and I’ve watched the fandom grow now into one that this amazing cast and crew really deserves; thousand of people who enjoy this story and the characters

so, on this, the last ever thursgay, let me say thank you

not just to the creators of the show, but to you

if you ever giffed any hollstein, if you ever made a joke about donna, if you discovered laurdenberg and audibly gagged along with me, if you ever made a post crying after one of the episodes, if you ever drew cool fanart, if you ever made a reaction video, if you ever wrote any fanfiction for any pairing in any au, if you ever made an edit of text posts over screencaps of the show, or even if you just reblogged all that stuff from someone else

thank you

because without you, i’d probably be sad in 2016 too

In Honor of John Deacon's birthday, lets talk about the songs he wrote:
  • Another One Bites the Dust: beat so dank, people thought they were black
  • Back Chat: super cool funky guitar riff
  • Cool Cat: Freddie sucked John's dicc for him to make a funky song about his cats
  • I Want to Break Free: "lets make a song entirely out of synths"
  • If You Can't Beat Them: A lost artifact no one remembers
  • In Only Seven Days: this could literally be an inspiration for a corny Romance movie
  • Misfire: literally one minute long, geez Deacon live a little
  • My Life Has Been Saved: ouch
  • Need Your Loving Tonight: no one probably has heard this song ever since John disappeared with it in '97
  • One Year of Love: this one makes everybody cry dont you tell me its not true
  • Spread Your Wings: actually a really inspiring song thank you Deacon???
  • Who Needs You: too much guitar, not enough funk
  • You & I: the harmonies are really good in this song like bITCH
  • You're My Best Friend: Veronica Deacon, you lucky bitch
Fanfic: Who Knew You Could Do That to Silicone?

Who Knew You Could Do That to Silicone?
Pink Rabbit Productions @PinkRabbitPro

I’m a bad, bad bunny, but the first paragraph occurred to me recently and made me write the rest, though truthfully, it’s more tacky than smutty.

Summary: Kara has more super muscles than just the ones in her shoulders.

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Supernatural TippiTV Recap: 11-20 “Don’t Call Me Shurley”

Well, finally it’s May. You know what that means! Shit’s finally gonna start hitting the fan. All this time, characters have been saying, “Things are getting bad out there!” while “things” actually look totally fine. But now, at last, those things, whatever they are, are finally going to be VISIBLY bad and not just sit-n-chat-about-it bad.

Previously on Supernatural, a guy named Chuck Shurley wrote Supernatural books under the pen name Carver Edlund. There are so many layers of meta all you’d have to do is sprinkle olives on top and it’d be a dip you can take to a potluck.

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It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia Sentence Meme
  • “Can I offer you an egg in this trying time?”
  • “Let’s get high in the back office.”
  • “I eat stickers all the time, dude!”
  • “I’m relaxing. I’m getting blackout drunk, and you’re leaving me alone.”
  • “I don’t know how to express myself unless through anger and personal attack.”
  • “I drank three bottles of champagne, and hung out with a stray dog all night under a bridge. It was sweet.”
  • “Give me money. Money me. Money now. Me a money needing a lot now.”
  • “S you in your As, don’t wear a C. J all over your Bs.”
  • “SHUT UP! Shut up! Oh my God, I don’t care!”
  • “Cats do not abide by the laws of nature.”
  • “Maybe I should, maybe I shouldn’t. It’s up for debate.”
  • “You can eat some stuff from the trash. A lot of it is in perfectly good shape.”
  • “I don’t have time for your shit, you dumbass dick bags!”
  • “I think, maybe, I was a centaur in my past life.”
  • “It’s like, hey everybody look at me, I’m one part robot, and three parts asshole.”
  • “Plus, I hear the guy hangs dong and I’m very interested in seeing that.”
  • “You abused alcohol, and that’s okay!”
  • “I ate all the pizza and drank all the beer.”
  • “You don’t know shit about cats.”
  • “Lets pretend you’re not who you are, and just try to attract a woman.”
  • “Don’t call me white trash.”
  • “I will smash your face into a jelly!”
  • “I’m eating because I’m very uncomfortable.”
  • “I can’t even get a bus to hit on me.”
  • “Take care of yourself, or whatever people say.”
  • “Come on, I steal lots of things. No need to get huffy.”
  • “Is anybody online the person that they say that they are?”