feel like reading it rn ; ;

isaacgoodhart  asked:

How do we get (thousands) more people reading comics? Feels like it should be east what with all the movies rn, nah mean?

At this point I would settle for more people reading more than just a tweet headline.

 at this point I would settle for more people only talking about things that they actually read or experienced and not just ‘heard about’

 but, sure, yeah… more reading in general.

when you’re in a really tiny fandom/ship a really rare pairing and have already read the entire ao3 tag multiple times so you have to start looking for fics on other websites with lower standards of quality: 

UPDATED: HOE PRODUCTS

I’ve been seeing a lot of these posts with the same damn products on all of them and I really feel like we’re recycling the same shit and there’s nothing new to read anymore which is part of the reason I made this account, to add my own remedies and routines in hope that it could help someone else~

African black soap-
Lemme tell you right now. Ditch whatever shit you’re using as a body wash RN and go cop some (RAW) African black soap. That shit is natural and is bursting with vitamin A and E. It helps with eczema too. I personally use Alaffia which also contains Shea butter and I use it everday. Love it and love my skin+it smells super fresh

Apple cider vinegar-
Add abt ¾ of a cup of ACV to your bath and let it work its magic. Its anti fungal and battles against body odor. It makes your hair shiny and is considered a skin detox bath, I personally experience softer skin. ALSO it resets your pH and fights again vaginal odor and yeast infections naturally too.

Jojoba oil-
Jojoba oil is the oil that everyone thinks coconut oil is. It is a natural moisturizer for hair and skin and it works way better than coconut oil could ever hope to do!!

Coconut oil-
Let me tell u something. In a previous post I copied a message on of my followers sent me abt coconut oil being horrible for your hair because it breaks down proteins. It got a lot of positive and negative feed back, some saying I was trying to speak for them or leave out black hair, no that is not the case. I simply copied a message and released it for public knowledge cause im here to HELP YOU NOT HURT YOU! I’m sorry if I offended anyone~ but coconut oil, regardless of hair, is not the angelic product everyones made it out to be. STOP PUTTING THAT SHIT ON YOUR SKIN IT CLOGS PORES. I use it to oil pull, its a natural way to remove the toxins from your mouth and it also whitens your teeth. You put abt a teaspoon or less of coconut oil in your mouth and swish for a minute or 2. Love that shit my teeth are so white. But other than that I wouldnt put that shit on my hair or skin, unless you’re shaving your legs or sometin. Although I do put it on my pussy after I shave and idk what i’d do without it. But coconut oil is NOT for everything.

Rose water-
Sorry for the extremely long coconut oil excerpt lol this one’s short. Rose water can be used as a toner/makeup setter. It controls oil and hydrates your skin. It also has antioxidant and antibacterial properties. Its also good on dry/frizzy hair

Castor oil+Vitamin E oil-
Another 2 great oils. I’m lazy and didnt want to make another 2 oil sections lol but basically castor oil can be used on eyebrows/eyelashes to thicken them. Its also a natural laxative. Vitamin E oil is a great hair/skin moisturizer and heals scars.

Biotin-
If you arent taking biotin everyday I want you to go to your local pharmacy and cop a bottle because beauty starts from the inside. Its a hair skin nail vitamin and boosts healthy growth of hair/nails and keeps skin healthy. I do love it.

Charcoal soap-
Instead of using a typical bar of soap, invest in a charcoal one instead. Charcoal contains a powder called Binchōtan which cleanses and moisturizes skin. For all u natural bitches out there.

Also a lil side note~ for anyone who wants to comment to mine or any other ‘hoe tip’ posts saying “these are life tip not hoe tips” SHUT UP! We know! But these tips were originally for tips and products to be as sexy and well maintained as they can be. Usually before somekind of sex appointment. Let the hoes have this instead of trying to shame it

Heart Race [George Weasley x Reader]

A/N: I’ve literally posted this like six times because I can’t figure out how to italicize on mobile because the mobile version is trash lmao  I’m so mad rn ugggh. I tried that stupid but I didn’t work but it works when I test it out and ugghhh I hate this app

Word Count: 3,340

Warnings: mild language like twice. Not proof read. Possible ooc characters. 

Summary: (Name) met George in her third year after being pushed down. After another year, what will happen when George has to find a way to keep his feelings for her in check?




To say she was shy would be an understatement.

She had a quiet voice, but a loud mind. That loud mind of hers was full of brilliant facts and opinions, but the quiet voice that she had held everything back.

And to say that it bothered George would be an understatement as well.

No, George was almost offended that she refused to speak your mind. He couldn’t really understand why (Name) felt the need to hide all of her wonderful thoughts, but that didn’t mean he didn’t respect it.

George and his twin met (Name) when she came to Hogwarts at the age of eleven. At the time they were second years who in all honesty didn’t care much for her.

It’s not like they disliked her, they just didn’t know her well enough to care.

However, that all changed when they witnessed her being pushed down in her third year by some fourth year jerks.




She was walking by the windows, admiring the snow falling outside. She looked so dazed and intrigued with the winter scenery that she didn’t even realize she had bumped into rude some Ravenclaws. The duo of twins happened to be walking by at this time, only stopped to watch a prank they planned out unfold.

Time seemed to stop for her when she was told to ‘watch where she was going’ followed by two hands forcefully shoving her to the ground, causing her to drop two books and shatter the small potted plant she was holding.

(Name) looked as if she was about to burst into tears at that very moment, pitifully trying to sweep over the shards of pottery that used to make up an elegant plant pot.

The Weasley twins were very easygoing. That much was obvious. But they were also kindhearted, and they sure weren’t going stand by and let some innocent girl get pushed down right in front of them.

The two agreed that George would comfort the girl and Fred would ‘take care of’ the Ravenclaws.

George bent down after watching his brother run after the students to (Name’s) level. He put on a sweet smile and offered to help her.

“Hello there. Are you okay?” He questioned as he picked up a piece of coral colored pottery. The girl shook her head and sniffled. “M-My… Uh, my plant… It’s ruined…” She frowned at the small branches that had begun to sprout which had broke off the trunk of the growing plant. A few flower buds in the midst had fallen off and been stomped on as well. George smiled sympathetically. “I’m sure we can get you a new one!”

(Name) shook her head again. “Th-They don’t grow here… My mum sent it to me… The buds were supposed to, um, let you visualize your happiest memories when consumed…” He could tell that she was trying her hardest not to start sobbing at that very moment. Her lip was quivering and her voice was cracking.

“Oh… I’m terribly sorry… Those guys were a bunch of dirtbags anyways,” George chuckled, holding up a handful of soil for comedic effect. (Name’s) eyes widened a bit and she looked at him, almost surprised.

“They just need to leaf if they’re going to act that bitter.” He smiled and held up a tiny green leaf that had fallen off of a branch.

(Name) started to smile the tiniest bit, her forming tears drying up.

“They must have some pretty nasty roots if they act like that!” He cracked another pun, gesturing to the plant’s root. His smile widened when he noticed (Name) was starting to giggle lightly.

He held out his hand for a handshake despite it being covered in dirt.

“I’m George, by the way. George Weasley.”

She looked at it for a while, hesitating. Finally, she shook it, her hand as equally dirty. She offered him the smallest of smiles. “(Name). (Name) (Last Name)… W-Was, uh… Was that your brother, George?” The ginger nodded eagerly, as if showing off his older twin.

“Yeah. His name is Fred, but trust me, I’m the cooler one.” (Name) laughed at this, causing George to grin brightly and offer her a hand up.

“Let’s go!” (Name) looked at him, confusion evident in her expression.

“Wh-What..?”

“I’ve been saving a stash of sweets my mum sent me over the years. I think now is a good time to crack it open, yeah?” George smiled, watching her face light up.

“Y-Yes, please..!”

“Come on, then!”




George smiled at the small memory. She hadn’t changed a bit. She was still timid, still sensitive, and still somewhat of an emotional crybaby.

Not that it was a bad thing, though. In fact, George found it quite… Well, for a lack of better words, cute.

And with this thought, the younger Weasley twin recalled the very moment he started falling for (Name).

It was no surprise that he found himself blushing and becoming nothing more than a flustered mess around her. She was kind, selfless, and cared for almost anyone no matter how rude they were to her.

He remembered the day Malfoy made something of a harsh insult to her and she smiled sadly and just said, “I’m sorry you feel that way”.




It was a cold day in December. Snow fell and decorated the entire castle with glistening white flakes.

Fred, of course, had caught on to the little hint that George was infatuated with the shy fourth year. Him, being his brother, always teased him about it. Internally, he was happy his younger brother had found someone that he knew would be good to him.

The three were heading outside, snow clothes equipped.

All of the sudden, Fred excused himself saying that “he had something dreadfully important to take care of”. George had discreetly stomped in his brother’s foot, followed by a grunt of pain from Fred and a sarcastic smile from George. (Name) had no idea or even acknowledged what was going on as she had been gazing at the snowflakes fall to the ground with a dreamy smile.

As Fred snuck away with a mischievous chuckle, George stared longingly at (Name) with the same dazed look in his eyes.

There she was, nose and cheeks red and eyes sparkling with interest. Her soft exhaling crated puffs of air in the wind. She looked as if she was in an entirely different world than anyone else.

Soft crystals landed in her hair and eyelashes, them it shimmer. Her lips were curled up only in the slightest.

(Name) turned her head, staring at him with red cheeks. He couldn’t tell if it was from the cold or from embarrassment. “Ah… Sorry, I was being weird…” Her voice, like always, was soft. It sounded as if it could break like glass at any moment.

“You weren’t being weird!” George sputtered out. He looked down, knowing that must’ve come out way too fast for his own liking. “I mean, uh… What I meant is that you’re not weird. You were just admiring the scenery!” He kept out the part that he was also 'admiring the scenery’, but it wasn’t the snow

.



The two walked side by side out to a clearing. The snow was about three inches, barely above their ankles. It crunched under their feet, creating a satisfying sound.

“H-Hey… Where did Fred go?” (Name) looked around, hair moving with her head. She just realized he was gone? “He had to… Uh, finish homework…”

Wow. That’s the best he could do?

However, (Name) didn’t protest his reasoning. “Oh… Well that’s good, that, um.. He’s getting his work done, that is…” she said meekly. The strong wind made her quiet voice sound almost silent.

“Are you disappointed he isn’t here?” George asked sheepishly.

(Name) shook her head slowly. “Um, no… N-Not that Fred is bad, though..! B-But I do enjoy spending time with just you, George…” she mumbled with a small smile on her face. George felt his heart pound.

Bu-dump!

How was he supposed to respond to that? She probably meant it platonically, anyways…

Bu-dump!

She sighed, looking at the sky.

Bu-dump!

“It’s so pretty… Each snowflake is made differently from the other…” she said airily. George just happened to take notice of how bright and innocent her eyes were, how soft her skin looked, how her smooth lips were almost begging to be touched.

Bu-dump! Bu-dump! Bu-dump!

He cringed, feeling his heartbeat quicken.

Bu-dump! Bu-dump! Bu-dump!

She looked at him with a sweet smile, light pink colored lipgloss shining. “George, are you happy?”

Bu-dump! Bu-dump! Bu-dump!

Happy? He was ecstatic. How could he not be? She was here with him. She was here with him alone, a smile only he got to see. A voice only he got to hear for the time being. Eyes that were purely focused on him and him alone.

Bu-dump! Bu-dump! Bu-dump!

“Of course…” He felt himself getting shy and flustered. But boy, was it hard when she looked at him with such a face. All he wanted to do was pull her close to his body and press a chaste kiss to her forehead, her body much smaller than his towering form. He wanted her to wrap her dainty arms around him, snuggling into his chest.

Bu-dump! Bu-dump! Bu-dump!

“(Name)… I just…” he started. She looked at him with curious eyes. “Yes, George..?”

“I just have to tell you… I—”

Bam!

He felt a stinging burn on the back of his head. It dripped down into his coat, making his shoulders tense up and his toes curl.

“Ronald! What did you do?!” Hermione scolded. Ron chuckled, tossing a snowball up and down.

George turned around to see his younger sibling, being smacked by Hermione.

He would have to remind himself to beat Ron up later.




Oh, how he regret that day. He should’ve told her everything he felt, despite being hit with a snowball.

From that day, his feelings only continued to grow. He was basically suffering.

And Fred noticed this. He felt bad for his brother, but he didn’t exactly know how to help him.

The two brothers were currently in a courtyard, George pacing a bit and Fred standing against a brick pillar.

And (Name)… Well, she was probably off doing something with plants or books. Either that or napping.

“And did you see the way she looked at Neville? Neville! Neville Longbottom!” George fumed. Fred laughed and crossed his arms. “I think your overreacting. Those two have been friends since the moment they stepped foot onto the Platform.”

George sighed, feeling bad for getting partially mad at Neville, someone who had nothing to do with his deathly brilliant love for (Name).

“Listen, Georgie,” Fred started. “Just ask (Name) out, yeah?” He walked over to him and slung an arm over his brother’s shoulders.

“You’ve been friends for what..? A year and a half or so…?” Fred smiled sincerely. George lowered his head and nodded. “Man up, then! If not, she’ll be snagged away by some other tosser.” Fred twirled his finger before shooting a finger at (Name), whom they had been looking for, shying away from a fifth year Slytherin. She didn’t seem interested, much to George’s joy, but the guy didn’t seem to want to back up.

George stopped halfway through trying to get to (Name) before Fred had placed a hand on his shoulder, as if saying 'Let me handle this’.

“Oi, Robinson! I’m a beater for a reason, yeah?” Fred’s unexpected shouting startled (Name), obvious from the jump she performed and her widened eyes.

Andrew Robinson looked scared almost, starting to back away before breaking out in a full sprint with Fred hot on his tail.

(Name) watched as the two boys ran down the hall, one screaming for the other to 'piss off’ and the other laughing. She sighed, looking around until her eyes landed on George who was looking right back at her.

“Oh, hello Georgie… I should’ve figured if Fred was here you would be here too…” He nodded once in reply.

“Was that guy bothering you? What’s his name…? Andre Robbins?”

“Andrew Robinson… We were partners in Potions once, and since then he hasn’t really left me alone… But I don’t know how to tell him to stop,” she muttered, clutching the end of her robe’s sleeve.

“Well in that case, we’ll just have to stay together! Fred and I will scare him off!” (Name’s) face lit up. She hesitated before wrapping her arms gingerly around George. He recoiled in shock, causing (Name) to immediately step back. “I-I’m sorry…! That was a stupid thing to do..!” Her entire face was red and she was waving her hands wildly. George looked at her, and frankly she looked like a nervous mess. He smiled softly at her and gently hugged her, ceasing her rapid movements.

Bu-dump!

He tried not to think about how warm she was, despite the cold weather.

Bu-dump!

He tried not to think about how the faint scent of peppermint and coffee rested on her.

Bu-dump!

He tried not to think about the feeling of her snuggling comfortably into his chest.

Bu-dump!

He tried not to think about how perfectly their bodies fit together like a puzzle piece.

Bu-dump!

He prayed that she couldn’t hear his heart beating wildly.

She could, but it drew a sweet smile to her face.

She tried not to think about his large hands caressing her back in soothing motions.

Bu-dump!

She tried not to think about how incredibly right it felt to be pressed against him, as if this was the thing she had been missing her entire life.

Bu-dump!

His head was lowered, savoring the feeling he’s been longing for for what seemed like forever.

“Go out on a date with me…” George mumbled, arms tightening slightly around her. She doesn’t move. Her voice was muffled, but still distinguishable. “What?”

“Will you go on a date with me..?” His voice was soft and mellow. She pulled back from him, cheeks rosy and a smile on her face. “Okay, George… I would love to…” Her voice was shaky and sincere.




Admittedly, (Name) had never been on a date before. She had 'experimented’ with some guys, but nothing ever got serious because she wasn’t comfortable.

She was beyond comfortable with George, but that only made her more nervous.

'You can’t screw this up, (Name)…’ She thought.

Looking in the mirror, she exhaled and smoothed out her navy blue skirt.

She wore a blue skater skirt that stopped at her mid thigh, along with black leggings underneath and black boots that came up an inch or two under her knee. A gray sweater and a white collared shirt underneath wasn’t too tight, nor was it too baggy. She didn’t do much to her hair, leaving it down and brushed.

Her makeup was natural, only having foundation, eyeliner, and her signature pink lipgloss.

… Was this too much..? Surely not… Well, at least she hoped not.

It was around seven o'clock when she left for the spot George told her to meet him at. It was right beside the courtyard. When she left, George was already there waiting for her. She eyes his outfit, internally relieved since he was as dressed up as she was.

“Oh, hey!” He smiled and walked towards her. His eyes gleamed in the moonlight and widened. “You look… Uh…” She panicked, lowering her head.

“I-I’m sorry..! The truth is I’ve never, um, never been on a date before.. I-I didn’t know how to dress and—!” He stopped her rambling.

“You look amazing, (Name),” he breathed. She calmed down, mildly embarrassed that she had freaked out. “Don’t be so tense, yeah?” He smiled and rubbed her arm reassuringly. “It’s just me.”

'Just me.’

Yeah, 'just him’. The 'just him’ that had made her stomach turn, cheeks brighten, and heart pound for months now.

She took a deep breath, nodding. “Thank you…”

“Of course.. Now…” He dug around in his pocket for a bit before pulling out a white ribbon. “I’m going to need you to close your eyes for a bit.”

She looked at him with a weird expression. It’s not like she didn’t trust him, but she was just curious as to what he was doing.

“I won’t try anything sketchy,” he laughed. She nodded slowly and complied, letting him tie the silk ribbon around her eyes.




She didn’t know where she was going, having George maneuver her around. All she felt was the wind against her and George’s warmth, as he had instructed her to hold onto him.

The wind stopped along with her. She was nudged onto some solid platform.

“Okay, I’m going to take the blindfold off now.” He did so, the ribbon falling on the ground below her.

Her breath hitched in her throat, taking in the scenery around her.

She was in what had to be the tallest tree in the forest, a flat branch that had evidently been carved to be shaped like an everyday housing hardwood floor. It was like an 8x8 wooden platform. She noticed that there were a few glass bottles of pumpkin juice and a wadded up blanket, indicating someone was up here.

But that wasn’t even the cool part.

In front of her was a dark blue sky, shining stars dotting the sky. The moon illuminated the scene nicely, creating a dim white light.

George watched with interest as she absorbed the landscape.

They were feet up off the ground, but neither of them seemed to be scared of heights.

“George, is this stuff yours..?” She asked, pointing towards the objects on the platform. He nodded once. “Fred and I come up here sometime.” He grinned and sat down, resting his back against the trunk. She sat down next to him after he gestured her to a seat next to him. The blanket was draped over her.

“This was really sweet of you… I love stars…” She beamed. He nodded with a grin. “I noticed… You love natural scenery, don’t you? Like snow and trees…” (Name) nodded in response.

“I do… I spend a lot of time looking out the window…” He noticed that as well. She was always dazed looking at the window, no matter where she was.

The two were staring at each other with a smile, shoulders touching and a blush forming on their cheeks.

“I remember the day I met you, George…” she mumbled. “I couldn’t have been more grateful… No one seemed to care when I got pushed down, you being the first…”

The two found themselves leaning in, only an inch or two apart.

“Yeah..? I don’t know who wouldn’t take notice of you..”

“You’d be surprised…” Her eyes were half lidded when George placed a gentle hand on her cheek and pressed his lips on hers, barely touching.

“(Name)..” His voice was airy and his heart felt like it was about to explode.

Finally, his lips fully connected with hers, closing his eyes. She did the same, cheeks burning.

Everything was silent. (Name’s) heart was swollen, almost crying at how happy she felt at that exact moment.

Bu-dump!

His hands were cupped around her cheeks, pulling her closer.

They parted gingerly, gazing at each other with the same mutual look filled with nothing but passion.

He smiled and intertwined his fingers with hers, warmth spreading through this body.

His heart continued to beat rapidly, pressing his forehead to hers.

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long now, (Name)… You have no idea…”

(Name) smiled softly, closing her eyes gently. “I’m so glad you helped me that day, Georgie… I’m so glad I met you…”

He pulled her in for another kiss, this one being shorter and less shaky.

Bu-dump! Bu-dump! Bu-dump!

The two stared into each others eyes, relishing in the fact that they would never let the other one go.

Happiness is a function of vigilance, of watching yourself. You do bad things to cover up bad feelings, and you somehow become attached to both.
—  Gillian Anderson interviewed by The Observer, Feb 1999

linarohe  asked:

Hey, could you recommend me your favourite Clexa fanfictions? I need something to read, I am so unbelievably bored 🙃 Have a great day!

hey there ^-^ here you go:

http://100dorkeyes.tumblr.com/tagged/top — these are some of my faves

More Women than Warriors — Top 5 Clexa fanfics, beautifully written and with wonderful characterisation, it reads like a poem

in love and war and politics — Clexa as players in political game, tremendously in character, an absolute must (also one of my Top 5 rn)

What heart’s ease must queens neglect — maaaate read this RIGHT NOW, it’s a beautiful fic with beautiful world building and a beautiful story. so so so so good

Hooked on a feeling — this gives me so many feelings it’s actually ridiculous

living on a fault line — in case you want to suffer to the moon and back. REALLY REALLY angsty and bleak, but with the promise of a happy ending :)

Prom? (Jughead x Reader)

Prompt: Hey! I love reading your writing and I was wondering if you could do a jugxreader? Where jughead wants to ask the reader to prom? They’re not together but they like each other☺️ could it be cute and have fluff and stuff

A/N: This is so cute and I need some fluff in my life rn. Plus Prom season is coming up. I’m going use the promposal that My Best Friend received our junior year as inspiration! It feels very Jug! All the characters are going to be in their Junior year as that is how my prom worked. Xx

Masterlist

Prom? (Jughead x Reader)

Prom.

The one dance every junior in high school thinks about.

Whether they want to go. Who they want to go with. The perfect dress. The car or limo. All that jazz.

You weren’t that keen on the idea.

Thinking that the perfect boy was going to come along with this whole elaborate plan to ask you to prom seemed far fetched and practically unrealistic.

You watched as another promposal happened in the hall. The flowers and huge banter made you roll your eyes. You definitely weren’t one of those girls. Not that you were saying it was wrong to like that stuff. Hell, if a boy did that for you, You’d be all over it too. But it wasn’t going to happen. You doubted anyone was even going to ask you.

Maybe you could just stay home and watch netflix instead. No one would miss you there. Plus dances weren’t your thing.

What you didn’t know is that Riverdale’s resident loner was trying to think of ways to ask you to that dance.

Keep reading

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nelligans  asked:

What are your thoughts on the article by Andrew Potter on Quebec "social malaise" published in MacLeans? It's causing a lot of controversy rn in the province and on twitter.

I got around to reading it, just now.

I can’t really judge whether what he said was accurate (having not lived in Quebec), but Quebeckers largely disagree with that article.

This article points out a lot of false rhetoric used by the author about Quebec and summarizes the issue well (I think so at least):

Hanes: Nothing unites Quebecers like criticism from a perceived outsider

Feel free to comment, Quebeckers as well. I don’t want to speak for a community I don’t belong to.

so im reading the raven boys for the eight millionth time and i just. every time there’s a reminder that the boys are teenagers. like Gansey gives Adam a fistbump at one point. or how ronan and adam do dumb shit like the whole Grocery Cart Incident™ that only teenage boys would do…my brain just like short circuits? its hard to reconcile the beautiful and poetic and amazing narration all these boys have with…fistbumps. know what I mean? but on the other hand, i wouldn’t have it any other way. it reminds me that they’re real people and not just characters in a fantasy novel, it reminds me that the story takes place in  our world and not some high fantasy universe where everything is different. And that’s what I love about the raven cycle–how rooted in reality the fantasy of it all is. This book makes you believe that magic is right around the corner if only you looked and I LOVE IT

You should be afraid (Jumin x Reader/MC) (Alternative Ending)


Oh god, I feel so embarrassed rn lol
This is not even that smut… And I’m like cghdcgshd WHAT AM I WRITING. 

Ok, this is alternative ending of my Jumin’s fic. If you want to know when it’s started, please read the first part here.

(I also changed the title)

@pansexualtrash  helped me with my bad grammar, misspellings and other mistakes, big thanks to her. Go check her fanfictions!


“How many times I need to tell you that I don’t care about my damn hand?” He growled, looking down at you, his eyes eager and needy.

You rarely heard him curse- most of the time, even when he was angry, he didn’t show his emotions that much. But now he was just livid, and you didn’t know what to do anymore. You should’ve said something, tried to stop him, but you didn’t. You felt like you were desperately losing this confrontation.

“Besides that…” There was an amused glow in his eyes, quickly overtaken by lust, “You said that we shouldn’t do this, but your body tells me another story,” he pointed out with a purr of pleasure.

Keep reading

my mom and sister are at karaoke without me while i sit at home by myself in silence and it feels terrible. i mean i told them to go without me cuz my voice still isn’t right and if i’m there then i’ll sing whether i should or not but it still feels awful to sit home alone not doing the one thing i really want to be doing while everyone else is doing it.

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Ad Astra Series

Inspired by the wonderful stories by @companions

  1. Like Perennials
  2. On lightning, on luster
  3. How to let your planets align 
  4. 400 Lux

I just love Justine’s work and I wanted to do something about her wonderful fics, honestly…if you haven’t read them you totally should! You will not regret a thing! She does an amazing job and I love everything about these fics.

I was tagged by @thoro-n
rules: answer the 20 questions and tag 20 amazing followers you would like to get to know better
name: N
nickname: My roommates call me N-Dog but other than that I don’t have any nicknames that people use on the regular
zodiac sign: Leo
height: 5′6"
orientation: too gay for own good
ethnicity: Mexican American!! 🇺🇸🇲🇽
favorite fruit: Raspberries!
favorite season: Fall!!
favorite book: The Holy Bible. Amen. Jk, do I look like I read!??
favorite flower: Honeysuckles!!!
favorite scent: clean laundry!!
favorite color: Pretty pinks!!!
favorite animal: Wolfs awooo
hot chocolate, tea, or coffee: tea
average hours of sleep: 10 hours tbh like idk how people sleep for so little time, 8 hours doesn’t feel like enough smh
favorite fictional character: Rn it’s Eddie Gluskin tbh
cat or dog person?: Dogs! woof woof
ideal number of blankets you sleep with?: 2
ideal trip: I’m currently into Europe and the historical buildings so like yeah a trip around Europe, Italy and France to be exact!
blog created: October 2012??? I’ve been here to long idk why I’m still here

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That was antique (Disposable)

Anonymous asked: “Hey I’m not sure if ur taking requests for any of your stories but..! I love the way you write and I love your stories just the way they are!! …but if u are taking requests for them or ideas or whatever I feel like it would be interesting to see how jungkook would react if he heard yoongi and the reader hooking up in disposable or just if yoongi came onto the reader while they’re away together period. Idk I’m just excited to see more from those two that’s like my fave fic rn!”

Thank you!! So this takes place in the “Disposable” universe, and if anyone hasn’t read it you can read part 1 here, this probably won’t make sense if you don’t read it first, haha.


It had been a long day, and all Jungkook wanted to do was sleep. Unfortunately, Namjoon had made that impossible for the time being. He was supposed to be on vacation, but apparently that still meant he had to answer phone calls and questions. So Jungkook was going to pass the work off to Hoseok. He knew it wasn’t really fair, but he was too tired after such a strange day to deal with business.

Hoseok opened his door after the second knock, waving him in.

“I need you to call Jooheon and clarify what he’s supposed to be doing, he had a million questions for me and I don’t have the patience for him today.” Hoseok nodded, flopping down on his bed and motioning for Jungkook to sit next to him.

“I don’t think that’s all. I think something’s bothering you, punk.” It wasn’t Jungkooks favorite nickname. It reminded him of being an angry teenager, which was when Hoseok had started calling him as such. Jungkook didn’t dress punk anymore, he had quit a long time ago actually, so he didn’t see why the name stuck around.

“So what if something is bothering me?” Jungkook grumbled, sitting next to Hoseok as directed. “It’s something that shouldn’t bother me, and there isn’t anything I can do about it.”

Hoseok nodded slowly in thought. “Talking about it might help.”

Jungkook shrugged. Maybe it would, but he doubted it. But Hoseok had always been too easy to talk to, too open and non-judgmental. Hoseok knew all of Jungkooks secrets, from the time that he cheated on a test in middle school to the time he made out with Taehyungs crush. Sometimes it worried Jungkook how much blackmail material Hoseok had on him, but mostly he didn’t care.

“There’s something off about them dating.” Jungkook said after a moment, knowing that Hoseok would know who he was talking about. “I’ve known Yoongi since college, and trust me Hoseok, this isn’t normal for him.”

“I don’t know, he’s always seemed like a decent guy to me.” Hoseok shrugged, getting more comfortable on the bed. He could already tell Jungkook had a lot to say on the matter, so he might be sitting there for a while.

“That’s because you don’t know him like I do. All through his senior year he was a one-night-stand-never-call-a-girl-back guy.” Jungkook shook his head. “I heard it was because some girl broke his heart, but the reason doesn’t really matter, right?”

“College was years ago, Jungkook. People can change.” Hoseok pointed out. He needed to approach this carefully, if he disagreed too strongly with Jungkook, he would think that Hoseok was on Yoongi’s side—which he wasn’t exactly, he was neutral for the time being.

“Not that much.” Jungkook huffed.

A creaking had started in the room over, and Jungkooks eye twitched.

“Maybe she changed him.” Hoseok guessed. “Maybe he was like that until he met her. That’d be really romantic.”

“That sounds like a hallmark film, Hoseok.” Jungkook growled. “Real life doesn’t work like that.”

“Okay, well how about after college? You’ve spent time with him outside of work, right?” Hoseok asked, hoping his voice would drown out the noises coming from the other room. It was strange, because up until he had found out you were dating Yoongi, Jungkook had never ending praise for the man. Yoongi this, Yoongi that, it was like he was his idol. At first, Jungkook seemed to have gone into shock after hearing the news of you dating Yoongi. He had sounded distant when he told Namjoon about it (Hoseok knew because Namjoon put everyone on speakerphone), but that had quickly turned into confusion, then anger, then suspicion, which seemed to have stuck.

“Yeah, but I guess we don’t really talk about that kind of thing.” Jungkook said. “He’s never mentioned a girlfriend before though. Wouldn’t he mention a girlfriend if she meant something to him?”

“Not nessisarily. Maybe you would, but Yoongi isn’t exactly an open book. He likes to keep things to himself.”

“He’s using her. I don’t know why, but I know he is.” Jungkook said. “Maybe it’s for money, I don’t know. Namjoon said Yoongi didn’t know who her family was, but that just doesn’t add up. Shouldn’t he have known her family after dating seriously for two years?”

Hoseok sighed. “Tell me, Jungkook, did the way Yoongi treated girls ever bother you before that girl was your little sister?” It was a dangerous question, Hoseok knew. Jungkook shifted slightly. The noises from the other room had increased, and Hoseok wasn’t sure if that was the reason for Jungkook looking so uncomfortable or if the question was.

“It wasn’t any of my business.” He said, frowning. “And do they need to make so much noise? This is ridiculous.”

Hoseok was about to ask Jungkook why it suddenly was his business when there was a crash from the other room, and then a scream and a loud thud.

“What the—“ Jungkook started.

“They broke the bed.” Hoseok said flatly. “I told them not to, and look what they did.”

“Should we make sure they’re okay?” Jungkook asked, looking like he would much rather run in the opposite direction.

“Probably. I need to kick Yoongi anyway. That was antique.”


A/N So this is a little in the future, but it should be clear what happened with Yoongi and Reader in the next actual chapter! You could think of it like a little preview. Haha, this was a fun request, thank you for sending it in! I think I got a little sidetracked, but I figured I’d give a little insight as to what Jungkook has been thinking! Thank you for reading, and as always, let me know your thoughts/feelings! <3 <3 <3