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{PART 17} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut

Summary; As Taehyung finally reveals his creation to you - you find yourself sharing soft, tender and heartfelt moments with both him and Jimin; before being reunited with Jungkook - The Prince and Princess of the Ball.

I update this series every Tuesday evening, 9pm-10pm (UK Time) 

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To the high school graduates ...

Here is something I wrote a few years ago that is still quite applicable, especially re:Hot Pocket™ safety.

Hello, high school graduates! All of you are likely close to collapsing under the weight of well meaning old-people’s advice, which for the past few months has piled up like so much smug, well-meaning snow. Allow me to add my own dusting.

1. Leave high school behind you, now. Whether you were the most devastatingly cool guy in all of McNary High School or the most excruciatingly awkward girl at Sprague, once you leave high school, no one will know. Or, more importantly, care. Most really cool people who do interesting, creative things with their lives didn’t have super happy high school careers. Many really cool people had great high school experiences. But any reasonably cool person over the age of 19 knows that what you earned, or endured, in high school has zero bearing on who you are the day you graduate. I know. It seems SO IMPORTANT now. But … it’s not. Not even a little.

2. Manners count, and they’re free. You can get away with murder if you do it politely, because whoever expects a polite murderer? Manners make other people feel comfortable and happy and respected, and when people feel comfortable, happy and respected they are 8,000 percent more likely to let you get your way.

Say please, thank you, excuse me, it was so nice to meet you, hope I see you again soon. Whatever you do, send thank-you notes so people are inclined to keep doing nice things for you.

3. Chew with your mouth closed. In fact, sometime when you’re alone, go sit in front of a mirror and watch yourself eat, then make any necessary adjustments now before it becomes a permanent habit.

4. If people expect you to go to college, but you’re not super-excited about it, skip a year and work before you head off. It’s not the end of the world, and it doesn’t make you a failure. That time is too expensive and too precious to use on something you’re half-assed about. Also, I speak from experience — folding jeans at a store in the mall for minimum wage for a few months made me feel very differently about how tedious and mindless sitting through a lecture class feels.

5. Unkindness, from here on out, becomes less and less attractive. Cruelty is one of the four main currencies of high school, along with attractiveness, athletic ability and actual currency provided by your parents (I see you, West Salem kids!). In high school, a profoundly mediocre person can rule — or at least maintain a position at the periphery of the popular kids’ group — through fear.

But once you get into college, you begin to leave that b.s. behind you. You don’t have to be mean to be funny. You don’t have to be mean to disagree with someone. You don’t have to be mean to someone powerless to prove your power. All meanness showcases is that you have ugly internal architecture. And as the facades that were so important in high school fade, that is what others will see when they look at you.

6. Know which classes you have to go to, and which ones can be skipped in lieu of more important things. Yes, if you want to go to Harvard Law or John Hopkins Med, you need to ace all your impossibly difficult classes. But if you want to do something post-college that doesn’t involve grad school — if you want to work in non-profits, if you want to write for a paper, if you want to do public relations, if you want to run a business — then instead, look for ways that you can get those experiences in college.

Join extracurriculars that mimic the experiences you someday want to get paid for. If you hate doing it for free, then chances are you’ll resent it even when you get paid for it. Also, this way, when you graduate college, you can prove to employers that you did something, not just wrote compelling papers on the metaphysical nature of being.

7. If you’re a person for whom the hooking up thing doesn’t work, then don’t do it. College is a time of lots and lots of casual sex. This, I think, plays pretty well into what many — not all, but many — 18-year-old guys want, and terribly into what most — not all, but most — 18-year-old girls want. Know what you want, and don’t feel bad if that’s not in line with what someone else wants. Also, know that after freshman year, people begin to date again rather than just drunkenly coupling and uncoupling.

8. Freshman year, you can and should be friends with everyone. Sophomore year will tell who is actually worth keeping.

9. After you microwave a Hot Pocket, be sure to gently tug open the end and let the steam out, and wait a couple minutes, because there is nothing more painful than a Hot Pocket steam-and-molten-cheese burn to the top of the mouth.

10. Don’t tell the internet too much about your love life, or deep innermost feelings, or secrets. It’s none of the Internet’s business, but the Internet has a big mouth and a long, long memory. Make good friends, and tell them in person when you hang out in each other’s dorm rooms and watch movies and eat Funfetti frosting straight out of the jar. Do this a lot. It doesn’t seem important, but it is.

Day 2 - Purring

Something was rumbling in her ear. 

Marinette woke slowly, the soft rumble reeling her out of a pleasant dream and the unmistakable vibration of her pillow steadily grounding her in reality. But even when she blinked open her eyes it still took a moment to place the sound. At first she thought it was her phone. 

But then she remembered what had been happening before she fell asleep.

Root beer floats on the balcony. Video games until well past two in the morning. Giggling at a comic book on her bed until no, that was definitely the last thing she remembered. As if in response to this, she became aware of a glossy page plastered to her cheek. Sitting up, she peeled the comic book off and tossed it aside, afraid to look behind her at the other side of her bed. Because if he’d simply left, then what was that suspiciously purr-like sound? Man, they’d fallen asleep on accident again, hadn’t they?

In the darkness Marinette peeked over her shoulder at him, then immediately sqeaked in terror when she saw his bare arm and wrenched her pillow up to press it over her eyes. 

He isn’t transformed. Oh my god, he detransformed in his sleep! 

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Kissing Dean Winchester

Characters: Jensen x Reader (Stay with me, you’ll see)

Warnings: fluff, drinking

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: This just popped into my head. I don’t know where it came from. I’ve written this trope a lot, but this time it has a little different twist on it. Hope you enjoy. :)

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Day out

Okay so first of all I’d like to appreciate those who take a minute to appreciate me. Like this really means a lot. Though I still need to learn, learn to polish myself you guys praise me. It really feels nice to know that you guys do read and like my self to some extinct. Thank you so much for supporting me peaches. Love you all xx Ria.

Here I present you some family fluff. Hope you guys like it :). Feedbacks are appreciated

Word Count :: 1067


“Daddy!!! Mommy wake up!!!!” You heard your eldest five year old yelling with excitement laying between you guys. You grunt and rolled over pulling your little baby girl to your chest. 

“Sleep Rose bud.” you mumbled massaging her scalp trying to get her to sleep as well. But being the hype girl she was, refused to settle down and sat on Harry, who was fast asleep yet. 

Harry’s been busy the past days, promoting Dunkirk all over the Europe and America. He hasn’t been able to give time to his children. Rose who was 5, Noah 3 and little baby Snow who was 5 months old. He’s tired no doubt and needed sleep but he loved his kids way too much so he promised them to take them to the beach the coming sunday. Poor man didn’t know that the time would fly so quickly.

“dada !!!!” Rose whined pulling on her father’s tee shirt in order to wake him up.

“bubba sleep” Harry said the same as you and pulled her to his chest but this time she didn’t struggle. She quietly laid on his chest. Harry smiled to self still eyes closed as she pulled covers over her body, cuddling her to him. Now you were fully awake. The sight of Harry asleep with now sleeping Rose, wrapped in blanket on him was heartwarming. Seeing Harry with kids has always been a weakness of yours and when you had your own, it turned to your strength.

Getting out of the bed, you leaned down and pecked the forehead of your husband and daughter and made your way to Noah’s room. Opening the door, you found your boy sitting on the floor, with toys sprawled on the floor.

“watcha doin’ baby?” you asked crouching down.

“packin mumma. To go to the bweach.” he said busy in packing the stuff. You giggled and picked the little boy up. You set him on your hips and kissed his nose.

“Do it afterwards. Help mommy to make sandwiches first” you said. Noah loved helping you. He loved to help his mommy being momma’s boy he’s.

“okwayyyy” he said squishing your face and placed sloppy kisses on your lips. You giggled and carried him downstairs to the kitchen and sat him on his baby chair.

You were cutting the vegetables, when you heard loud screeches and giggles erupting in the house. Immediately knowing of who they were you chuckled to self and poured Noah a cup of milk.

“save me mommy!!!! The tickle monster is here″ Rose laughed running to you as she clutched to your leg. You picked her up giggling. She wrapped her arms around your neck tightly, shirking away from her Harry trying to hide herself in you as he approached you with wiggly fingers.

“where’s my baby boy???” Harry asked to god knows who as he pretended to not see Noah sitting on his baby chair. Noah laughed loudly bouncing in his chair trying to get his fathers attention.

“Herre daddy here!!!!” His baby giggle filling the house along with Rose and Harry’s as Harry picked him up.

“hi baby!!” Harry said showing his dimples which Noah happily poked. Noah always had a thing for cheeks, he loved squishing, kissing, poking the cheeks of you both. Even sometimes you’d find him poking Rose’s cheeks who’s fast asleep in her bed.

“Mornin t’yeh too beautiful.” Harry said leaning over to kiss you. Mornings without kissed were never completed. 

“ready for today?” you said setting Rose down as Harry did the same with Noah. Giving him a gentle smile, you rubbed his side. Tiredness written all over his face. His eyes had bags under them, his shoulders lumped. Baby did needed to rest.

“it’s okay boo. We can go next week. You need to rest.” You said. ed about him

“no baby. I promised poppets. can’t break it” he replied with a smile. One of the traits you loved about him. He never stepped back from his words. He’d always stay committed to his words and this time this was outta love. This was for his babies and he wouldn’t break the promise at any cost.


“Don’ go far baby.” Harry said from behind with a sleeping Snow in chest carrier.You had Rose and Noah holding each of your hand as you three walked along the shoreline. Everything was perfect. The moment was perfect. The deep sound of the ocean mixed with the cool breeze hitting you face was perfect. The two munchkins jumping in the water along with the one sleeping was perfect. The man who has his shades on, glistening under the bright sun wearing a white plain tee with his jeans folded was perfect.

Coming to a halt, you allowed the too monkeys to built a sand castle while you walked with Harry along the shoreline, keeping an eye on the kids. You held his hand and kissed the smooth flesh of it.

“this is so perfect isn’t it?” you asked him. You started at the ocean and turned your face to look at him as you expected an answer in turn. But, Harry was already staring at you. His eyes adorned your face with so much love. With love that was meant for you and only you.

”thank yeh. It’s yeh who made it perfect baby. Thank yeh so much” Harry said as his eyes started to tear up.

“hey hey. what’s wrong?” you asked him collecting the tears under his eyes with your thumb. 

“It’s jus’ I’m a very lucky man. I’ve yeh my love, This litle baby and those two monkeys.” Harry chuckled through tears as he looked at the two siblings covered in sand. You smiled softly cupping his right cheek as your rubbed the apple of it with your thumb.

“i love you” you said ever so softly that only he could hear.

“i love yeh too.” Harry said. Within few seconds, his lips were on yours. Your lips fitted in so perfectly, so lovingly. Each of your kiss expressed your conditional love for him. You were so into it hen tiny fingers pulled on Harry’s cheeks. Looking down he saw that Snow was awake. Her big green staring at his face giving him a toothless when she realized who that man was.

“hey beauty” Harry said cooing the little girl. Happiness couldn’t fill you more.

“God i love yeh all so much” 

Every Other Weekend pt. 8

Prompt: After five years of marriage and two kids, you and Bucky decide you can’t make it work anymore.

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 1,538

Warnings: divorce, angst, cheating, language

A/N: TAGGING IS CLOSED. i am sooo sorry it has taken me so long to get this up but thanks for hanging in there! hope the wait was worth it.

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Part 7

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Originally posted by campercooperpugfi

(let’s pretend his hair is as long as it is in the fic. the gif just fits too perfectly.)


“Dad, no!” Gavin latched himself onto Bucky’s leg, crying. It was what you wished you could have done. But it would have been frowned upon. At least if it was your son acting out, it was acceptable.

“I have to go.” Bucky fought Gavin on his leg, handing you the bag you’d given him the week before. “You get to go home with your mom.”

“But I want you.” Gavin continued to cry, his tears wetting Bucky’s jeans. You felt helpless. You wanted to scoop up your son and protect him. You had wanted to since all of this started. It wasn’t his fault, but he didn’t know. All he knew was his dad picked him up, they spent a week together and then he dropped him back off to you. That was one of the hardest things. You were unable to tell your son why his dad wasn’t home, why he left.

“Come on baby. Dad’s gotta go.” You frowned, holding Avery with one arm and bending down to help Gavin. Gavin cried harder, grasping at the folds in Bucky’s jeans.

“I’ll see you next week.” Bucky nodded, seemingly unfazed by Gavin’s cries.

You fought a scoff. “Yeah. See you then.” You sighed, picking Gavin up and walking to the car. Bucky didn’t stick around any longer than he had to. You blocked Gavin’s view of his father driving out of the parking lot.

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Not Her, Please

Originally posted by thugshawn

Requested by anonymous: one where he’s getting married but not to u

Note: thanks for playing with my emotions with this request!!!! lmao, I liked writing this actually I had fun

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It shattered you when he told you he couldn’t devote enough time to you, and that it wasn’t working.

You begged him, to not throw what you had away. He wiped any tears that slipped onto his cheeks away, trying to seem as if it was harder for you than him.

He was lying to himself.

You were messed up for weeks, for months. You weren’t the same; you would cry, a lot; you would be incredibly isolated; you would get so angry and lash out; you would get drunk and call him, leaving various messages that you would hate yourself for in the morning. And yet, you couldn’t bare to say his name. He threw two and a half years down the drain.

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Ask Again

Originally posted by hiddened

Request: Uh, open requests! Maybe a DeanxReader, where Bobby, the readers father died because of Dean , and the reader just can’t forgive dean and she doesn’t trust him anymore, but it ends with Dean winning her back? Just some Fluff and angst, maybe?

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 2,800ish

Warnings: language

A/N: Gah, I remember when I didn’t do any angst. How times have changed…


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Let My Baby Stay (M)

Originally posted by jonginssoo

Writer!Baekhyun x Reader (x CEO!Junmyeon)


I was made to love her. 

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Sterek A-Z: one word prompts

Week 9: I - Illegal

Traipsing through the woods in Central Park at night during the full moon probably wasn’t the most brilliant idea Stiles has ever had. Not that he felt unsafe. Wandering off the path into the woods with a grumpy, former alpha werewolf added certain level of security. Most of the supernatural in New York avoided Central Park. Too many people. The danger in the park was human.

At least until a t-shirt smacked Stiles in the face. He pulled the light grey Henley off his head and glared at the werewolf stripping in front of him. He’d gotten over his embarrassment of seeing Derek naked long ago.

“This is so many levels of illegal,” Stiles said when Derek kicked off his shoes and shimmied out of his jeans. Yes, shimmied. Derek Hale knew how to work his hips, which never failed to get Stiles a little hot.

Derek glared at Stiles, and balled up his jeans to throw at him. They knocked the wind out of Stiles when they collided with his gut.

“Okay, well. Public indecency for one,” Stiles said. He gestured to Derek, then fumbled to catch the boxer briefs aimed at his head. “Not that I mind, but hey, you know.”

Derek cracked his neck and rolled his shoulders, apparently set on ignoring Stiles rambling, and he shifted into his wolf form. If Stiles had blinked, he would have missed it. One second Derek was there, and the next, there was a large black wolf with glowing blue eyes staring at him. Even as a wolf, Derek still managed to look annoyed.

Twigs snapped underfoot. Stiles hurried to gather Derek’s shoes. “Also, a dog off leash, big no-no,” he said. He folded Derek’s shirt and jeans and set them on top of Derek’s sneakers under a tree.

Derek growled.

“Okay, fine,” Stiles said and threw his hands up in the air. “Wolf. Like owning a freaking wolf is any less illegal.”

Derek huffed and tossed his head.

“Yeah, whatever, big guy.” Stiles ran his fingers through Derek’s fur when the wolf brushed against his side. Stiles recognized what he was doing; scenting. Derek loved when Stiles reeked of him.

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Something New Is Going to Happen

Summary: Stiles accidentally discovers that their school mascot is super cute.

Notes: Written for the @sterekreversebang! Inspired by adorable art by @mysticmystery! (Fic on AO3) (Link to art)


Stiles sighs as he glances around the empty locker room. It’s completely trashed. And it’s his job to clean it up, because Coach dubbed him “worst player of the game.” Usually Greenberg held that dubious honor, but he’d tripped Stiles three times tonight just to avoid it.

Everyone else has already left, most of them wearing their Lacrosse jerseys so they can get a free slice of pizza at Vic’s. Scott had apologetically offered to bring him one, but Stiles had waved him off. He just wants to get this done and go home.

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Laundry • H.S.

Originally posted by pinkharold

I huffed, shutting the dryer door with my hip as I balanced the basket on my hip, walking out the laundry room and into the living room. This was the third load of the day and I was deeply regretting packing both mine and Harry’s whole wardrobe for our vacation in Greece.

I set the basket on the floor, sitting criss cross on the white fluffy rug in the living room, surrounded by piles of folded clothes and paired socks. 

“Harry, can you help!” I shouted out, hoping to hear the sound of footsteps coming from the upstairs bathroom where I heard the water stop running and the door open. 

I carefully folded one of his silk shirts, putting it in the pile that was meant for hangers when they were transported into the bedroom. Soon enough, footsteps came down the stairs slowly and I turned my head to watch my tanned boyfriend walk down the stairs with just a white towel around his waist.

I smiled big, leaning back on my palms and looking up at him as he hovered over me, small droplets dripping around from his still wet hair. “You called?” He smiled, looking around the living room at the piles of clothes. 

“Can you please help?” I begged, pouting with big eyes and a jutted lip hoping to persuade him easier. I watched his face scrunch up before he leaned down to pick up a pair of boxers I neatly folded, dropping his towel and quickly slipped on the pair of boxers. He walked around me, sitting across from me and picking up on of my bralettes from the basket.

“You should wear this one day,” He nodded to himself, slowly folding the lacy piece before lightly placing it near the rest of my bras and underwear. I stopped folding the pair of jeans and looked up at him.

“Babe, I wore that yesterday,” I giggled, shaking my head and watching his eyes widen, looking between me and the bralette he just set down.

“I took it off s’quick I couldn’t even see it!” He defended himself, winking at me with a smirk on his face before grabbing a t-shirt from the basket.

After a few minutes and a now empty basket of laundry, I let out a breath, finally finishing the laundry that’s been piling up for days. I stood up, setting my hands on my hips and looking down at where he still sat, legs crossed in nothing but a pair of boxers, his hair laying almost flat from being wet.

“Y’know we still gotta go grocery shopping, mum’s coming over tomorrow.” I sighed, rubbing my temples, stressed over thinking about having the house perfectly clean for Sunday dinner with his family.

“S’what we doing just standin’ ‘ere, let’s go bub.” He snapped up, grabbing my shoulders and spinning me around, leading my up to the bedroom. “Gotta get dressed, th’ both of us.”

“All my clothes are down here you bum.” I laughed as he tried leading us to the stairs before stopping in his tracks.

“Shi- you’re so smart bub.” He said, turning my back around and tapping my nose. “Anyone ever tell ya that?”

“A few times,” I shrugged it off, laughing along with him before we searched for something decent to wear from the floor of our living room. Clean clothes this time.


(this was originally called domestic, donut be confused grasshoppers)

okay this might be some sort of a mini series, only because the idea of Domestic!Harry makes me so happy. Folding laundry, grocery shopping, the whole nine yards…

also sorry for any mistakes, i’m delusional at the moment :)

My heart is with Manchester right now, everyone please keep them in your prayers. Music is meant for love, keep that in mind and stay positive. Love you guys, stay safe x

▪Folding stool (pliant) (one of a pair).
Maker: Jean-Baptiste-Claude Sené (1748–1803)
Decorator: Carved by Nicolas François Vallois (1738–1788)
Maker: Gilded by Louis-François Chatard (ca. 1749–1819)
Maker: Rosette-shaped bosses on bolt ends gilded by Chaudron
Date: 1786
Culture: French

Cleaning (M)

Park Jinyoung (Got7) x Reader

Word Count: 2,090

Genre: Smut

“Jinyoung, I am not cleaning my room tonight. I will do it tomorrow like I said. Now let’s go pick a movie to watch before you ruin the night,” you bargained.

Jinyoung cocked his head, an eyebrow raised and a smirk graced his lips, “Are you going against my word,” he asked.

“No. I am not. I-,” you tried to refute.

“Because is seems like you are, baby,” he said, his eyes bore into yours and you knew you were in for it.


“Wow, this place is a mess,” Jinyoung chastised.

The both of you were currently standing in the doorway of your bedroom, which, you could admit, was a true disaster zone. Clothes were strewn over every surface, zero amount of the floor is visible, and you swore that there was a desk underneath all of your stuff. If Jinyoung hated one thing, it would be untidiness. He could not stand it, and you knew it. That is why you tried your hardest to prevent him from walking into your room. You knew he would freak out, and give you another lecture about how you should keep things clean. It irritated you to no end, and you did not want to have to deal with that tonight.

“I know it is. But, I had so much work to do for school and I was working more hours at the shop, so I haven’t had the time to clean,” you said hoping that he would give a break just this once because you much rather spend the night cuddling with your boyfriend than picking up your room. And, Jinyoung will absolutely make you spend the night hours cleaning up the mess that you created. Even if that meant he had to help you.

Jinyoung’s gaze shifted from the floor to you, and then said, “We are cleaning this tonight.”

“Come on. I promise to clean it all up tomorrow. Can we just relax for tonight?” you begged.

Jinyoung shook his head, and you sighed. You wish he would leave it be. It was not like he is your parent. Not even your own mother would nag you this much about the cleanliness of your room. He can be insufferable sometimes.

“I will even help you,” Jinyoung offered, as if this made the situation any better.

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anonymous asked:

Hey I wanted to see if I could make a headcanon list request for got7! I was wanting to see what you think Mark would be like as a roommate... or any of the members really!! Thank you!

Originally posted by thekpopquartet

  • okay so i hope you don’t mind if this one is a lil short and kind of a different style today but!!! mark is both a great roommate but also gives you a bit of grief imo
  • mr. tuan don’t play no games, so he’ll always have rent on time
  • even if he’s sliiiightly late, he’ll buy you your favorite takeout or get that new accessory you’ve been eyeing as his apology
  • for a guy, he’s pretty clean, but he still has his moments
  • his worst habit is laundry
  • boy don’t know what’s clean or not all he knows is it’s getting drowned in febreeze and he’s not missing his morning lecture for  a n y t h i n g
  • sometimes you’ll find like a pair of his skinny jeans folded in the food pantry next to the cereal and you’re like ??? and mark’s excuse is “at least it’s folded”
  • you really have no idea how he’s able to put together an actual outfit everyday with the state of his closet and dirty clothes basket
  • but he’s mark and he can pretty much do anything if he puts his mind to it
  • he attempts (keyword: attempts) to make you dinner sometimes
  • it doesn’t always turn out the best but he does try
  • and plus, when you take the first bite of his burnt homemade pizza, he immediately dials up your favorite place and makes sure to get extra of your fave sides so you won’t be mad at him
  • he’s very considerate so if he notices you’re having a tough day, he might take over your week’s chores for no other reason than for you to take it easy on yourself
  • sends you texts like this:
  • mark: if a girl comes by later asking for mark tuan tell her that i’ve left the country for good
  • you: mark,,, what did you do
  • mark: all you need to know is i’m terrible at breaking up with people
  • it’s not necessarily his fault that he attracts troublesome people, he’s just got that kind of peaceful spirit that invites chaos unfortunately
  • and okay,,,, he has questionable friends
  • he always lets you know in advance if they’re coming!! but you still hate them
  • they’re always way too loud, move all of your stuff around, and don’t know how to clean up after yourselves
  • which can be super irritating bc mark is over there trying to have a good time but like… one of his drunk friends is threatening to drop your precious plotted plant from the balcony
  • but it’s like… if they go too far then he knows that’s when to call it a night
  • like if his friends try to sneak into your room to bother you or they actually break your precious plotted plant, mark has them packed up and leaving immediately
  • and he’ll spend the rest of the night guiltily cleaning after them, making note of the things he needs to pay you back for
  • once he sees you come out of the room, he’ll turn to you and immediately start apologizing
  • he makes all kinds of grand apologies about how those friends are never invited again and that he wouldn’t be surprised if you were considering kicking him out or something 
  • but you just tell him that he can make it up to you by hosting your next girls’ night since all of your friends are in love with him
  • and he wants to protest so bad cause all your friends love to tease him relentlessly but he’s just like -___- very well
  • sometimes you do something and mark doesn’t like it, but he’s very non-confrontational so you have zero idea that he doesn’t like it??
  • and this pisses you off to no end bc it only comes up if you guys have some kind of disagreement and usually it’s over the smallest thing
  • and you find out that he’s had this mental list of everything that you do that annoys him
  • so you end up waiting until he’s spilled it all out, one thing after another, even though it infuriates you to be patient when you’re angry
  • and then when the red in his face fades and he looks so regretful for unloading so much on you at once over something so silly, you pull him into a hug
  • bc you may be roommates, but he’s also your friend
  • and you know that when you’re stressed over school or having a tough time with life in general, mark is always there, doing exactly what you need him to to cheer you up
  • and you know mark doesn’t mean to be kind of messy, or to have bad judgment, or to bottle things up, he just does
  • but he tries so hard to fix it
  • sometimes all he needs to know is that he’s doing his best so far and that’s all that matters
  • “sorry for yelling at you… want me to massage your back while we watch that drama you like? i won’t even complain this time” he says into your hair, smiling proudly when you laugh into his chest
  • “yeah, but if i hear anything out of you about how you could out-boyfriend nam joo hyuk, you’re doing the dishes”

Tuesday Tips - FOLDS

More on folds today. I will eventually cover all types of folds but today is about simple folds on everyday clothes (t-shirt, jeans). The key is to know what to expect and then applying what you know to simplify what you see in front of you (when life drawing). A lot of the folds dynamics on shirts and jeans come from the “memory” of the fabric itself. Denim is thick and is likely to keep some form of wrinkles or folds around certain areas (knees). A lot of zig-zag patterns around the knee is very likely. When pushed down on the feet, the denim fabric will bunch up and combine with the zig-zag pattern. Shirts and t-shirts will react to the twist and pull of the arms and torso. Identify where the pull (or tension) is coming from and work from it. I tend to draw the seams because they clearly express the volumes underneath.

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