glass-half-full

anonymous asked:

Jungkook and "when were you going to tell me that you're pregnant?"

“When were you going to tell me that you’re pregnant?”

The door creaked open, hauntingly resounding through your flat as keys jingled their way to a nearby hook. The night atmosphere of 10 pm was tired, somewhat lonely whilst your shoes slid off your sock clad feet.

“Jungkook, I’m home,” You called out, shuffling into the kitchen and stripping your cardigan before hearing any sign of life. A glass half full of water was in your hands when your boyfriend decided to trudge out the bedroom, hair disheveled and homely clothes adorning his muscly figure.

You looked up in surprise, grinning softly when Jungkook spread his arms out for you to tuck in.

“Welcome home,” He muttered, stifling a yawn as you embraced him with a sigh. His smile was thin and his hug was hesitant, but you assumed it was because of the fatigue. Your hands rubbed his back reassuringly, the comfort of him pulling at your lips when you shifted to gaze at him, planting a brisk kiss to his cheek.

He gave one in response, ruffling your hair and gazing at you with a smile, but his eyes, his eyes swam in a sea of anxiety, ebony so confused and lost.

You furrowed your eyebrows, brushing his fringe with a frown.

“Are you okay? You seem off.”

The gleam in his eyes when you arrived home wasn’t present and his hands rested on your hips rather than comfortably setting themselves on your behind. He shook his head, rubbing his eyes animatedly.

“I’m alright.”

His voice was monotone with a tinge of relief added to the softness that was obvious in the whisper of his response. You ran your joints over his eyelids, pouting and rubbing his forearms gently. “No, Jungkook, seriously.”

He was silent, staring at the ground wordlessly, and fingers entwined to keep you close. You hummed, caressing his cheek to his chin, lifting it up with genial measures and eyes so genuinely worried. He stared at you, lips trembling and smile thinning into apprehension. “I-I just…”

“W-Why were you late?”

His voice was small but concerned, playing with your joints absentmindedly while you processed his question. Your brows creased, exhaling a quiet sigh that turned into a soft smile. “…Work, extra work.”

“…Really?”

His hands reached over to your back pocket, swiftly pulling out a piece of paper decorated with muted colors and the signs of new life. You froze in shock, unable to register his quick speed and when you finally came to, Jungkook did not dare look at you.

“I-I…” You stuttered, looking from your beloved to the photos, clamping your mouth from crying out too loudly. His silence to your tears was something that furthered your anxiety, eyes shut to disappear momentarily. “J-Jungkook, please, I can explain-“

“When were you going to tell me,” His voice was clear, unafraid, and firm. You bit your bottom lip, sniffling as you shrugged your shoulders. He grabbed your arms, and kissed your stained cheeks, a worried frown appearing on his concerned features. “Sweetheart…”

You wailed, rubbing at your damp eyes whilst copious apologies spilled from your lips. But he cooed in response, softly touching your blushing cheeks with a smile so proud and singing with a voice full of regret. “No, no, why are you sorry?”

You cried into his shoulder, gripping on his thin shirt and gritting your teeth. He gently laughed, dancing his fingers across your trembling back to calm you down, sometimes even rubbing away his own droplets. “It must’ve been hard, hm?”

You nodded, squeezing him tighter and gradually starting to find your breath once again. “I was… so worried. What if you left me?” The sorrow in your voice shocked him, heart wrenching at the way you crumbled under the pressure.

“I would never.” You stared up at him, humming in relief whilst nodding at his wide smile, tears so shimmery, it appeared as stars. He stared back, touching you wherever to adore your figure, taking in the thought of a child that would one day roam around in your flat. Looking like you, him, combined as a sign of your love everlasting.

And you kissed him with feet too short to reach his height, and the glow of a young woman in labor.

feministhowell  asked:

i actually would really love song recs. i've kinda reached a dead-end with my current favorite artist (amy winehouse)(yikes no pun intended)

haha and yes absolutely!!!
- any troye sivan song tbh
- any frank sinatra song
- intergalactic by the beastie boys
- congratulations by mgmt
- lullaby by the cure
- any radiohead song
- love my way by the foxglove hunt
- magic spells by crystal castles
- shooting stars by bag raiders
- half full glass wine by tame impala
- bigmouth strikes again by the smiths
- florida by strfkr
- alive by empire of the sun

IS THE GLASS HALF EMPTY OR HALF FULL?

[idiom]

a common expression, used rhetorically to indicate that a particular situation could be a cause for optimism (half full) or pessimism (half empty); or as a general litmus test to simply determine an individual’s worldview. The purpose of the question is to demonstrate that the situation may be seen in different ways depending on one’s point of view and that there may be opportunity in the situation as well as trouble.

This idiom is used to explain how people perceive events and objects and how perception is dependent upon the unique circumstances of every individual, thus perception is interpretation of reality and not the actual reality itself.  

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A psychologist walked around a room while teaching stress management to an audience. As she raised a glass of water, everyone expected they’d be asked the “half empty or half full” question. Instead, with a smile on her face, she inquired: “How heavy is this glass of water?”

Answers called out ranged from 8 oz. to 20 oz.

She replied, “The absolute weight doesn’t matter. It depends on how long I hold it. If I hold it for a minute, it’s not a problem. If I hold it for an hour, I’ll have an ache in my arm. If I hold it for a day, my arm will feel numb and paralyzed. 

In each case, the weight of the glass doesn’t change, but the longer I hold it, the heavier it becomes.” She continued, “The stresses and worries in life are like that glass of water. Think about them for a while and nothing happens. 

Think about them a bit longer and they begin to hurt. And if you think about them all day long, you will feel paralyzed – incapable of doing anything.”

It’s important to remember to let go of your stresses. As early in the evening as you can, put all your burdens down. Don’t carry them through the evening and into the night. 

Remember to put the glass down!

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A psychologist walked around a room while teaching stress management to an audience. As she raised a glass of water, everyone expected they’d be asked the “half empty or half full” question. Instead, with a smile on her face, she inquired: “How heavy is this glass of water?”

Answers called out ranged from 8 oz. to 20 oz.

She replied, “The absolute weight doesn’t matter. It depends on how long I hold it. If I hold it for a minute, it’s not a problem. If I hold it for an hour, I’ll have an ache in my arm. If I hold it for a day, my arm will feel numb and paralyzed. In each case, the weight of the glass doesn’t change, but the longer I hold it, the heavier it becomes.”

She continued, “The stresses and worries in life are like that glass of water. Think about them for a while and nothing happens. Think about them a bit longer and they begin to hurt. And if you think about them all day long, you will feel paralyzed – incapable of doing anything.”

Remember to put the glass down.

Determined to pump positivity back into this fandom...

Can we talk about what an amazingly doting, attentive partner Joshua Hutcherson is being in this:

So many young people - young men, specifically - are acting like no one gave them home training in the entertainment industry nowadays and here’s this young man showing chivalry and romance still exist.

I, for one, applaud you, sir.

A psychologist walked around a room while teaching stress management to an audience. As she raised a glass of water, everyone expected they’d be asked the “half empty or half full” question. Instead, with a smile on her face, she inquired: “How heavy is this glass of water?”

Answers called out ranged from 8 oz. to 20 oz.

She replied, “The absolute weight doesn’t matter. It depends on how long I hold it. If I hold it for a minute, it’s not a problem. If I hold it for an hour, I’ll have an ache in my arm. If I hold it for a day, my arm will feel numb and paralyzed. In each case, the weight of the glass doesn’t change, but the longer I hold it, the heavier it becomes.”

She continued, “The stresses and worries in life are like that glass of water. Think about them for a while and nothing happens. Think about them a bit longer and they begin to hurt. And if you think about them all day long, you will feel paralyzed - incapable of doing anything.”

Remember to put the glass down.