grow-concepts

How I see kpop groups and their traits

Exo: referred to as gods by the future generation; they could release an album full of high pitched screaming and still would make the best selling kpop album; china line who?; we are 1 what?; korean members with chinese stage names; don’t let the satan near you; yehet, kkaebsong; give Sehun lines

Bts: from nowhere to everywhere; hyperactive kids making good music; kids with mental health issues doing vanalism; they look at you - you faint;  shit down, beach - bitch?, ikskjuz miii; zoo; give Jin lines

Ikon: B.I, Bobby and friends; favoritism by yg; “the next bigbang”, but yg seems to forget about them so does the crowd; being hyped up then ending up disappointed; capable of doing good music but refuses to; give chanwoo lines

Got7: no mvs in the future just videos of them dabbing; b side tracks always better than the titles; acrobatics until their neck breaks; not so creative fandom name; bamx2 is big; jaCSon, hard carry by Monsta x

Winner: searching for them - error404: nowhere to be found; somewhere in the yg building; Taehyun had enough shit, wants his own band, searching for members through tumblr; capable of being unique, yg aint letting them; let them break out   

Day6: now 5live, nope, day8, members: sungjin, wonpil, dowoon, youngk, jae, chicken little, brian, younghyun; the one who has a stage name but seems like everyone is forgetting about it; dancing king; hashtag king; let dowoon sing

Astro: too much sugar in my eyes i can’t see; too pure for you; won’t ever do other than cute concepts;  michael jackson; giant maknae; voice cracks for life; new generation of flower boys

Seventeen: too many; pledis has a thing for girly boys; pledis’ only income; leg breaking choreos; adore u remakes as title tracks; no dark concepts in the future; sebeuntin; carrots, mounteen; slipping here and there; dino nugu aegi; thughao, 10:10; divaboo; noone looks like suga; jeongcheol, meanie; give china line lines

Vixx: concept kings but kinda ran out of concepts; oldschool kpop feel; from vixx ravi to solo ravi - full upgrade; one of the prettiest fandom names; endless leader bullying; serial killer; let the maknae line sing

Shinee: going strong since 2008; people seem to pay less attention to them; taemin upgraded; weird fashion taste - key; cola cola; don’t sleep on them

Infinite: dope intros - give you chills; old kpop sound, unique sound; scorpion dance, live singing + synchronized choreos; dinosaur who’s laugh can be heard without a mic; endless leader and maknae bullying; saved woollim; give sungyeol and sungjong lines

Monsta x: future strippers; stuck between hiphop and sexy concepts; wtf is going on here mvs, gay mvs; cringiest fandom name; weird noises by the rapper; damn daniel; how to learn hungarian by changkyun; abs, memes; ten years later: waiting for their first win; mosta x, moista x, monster x;  give hyungwon lines; 

Bigbang: legends; noone can dance, too lazy to dance; fashionistas; min hyorin; yg = bigbang

B.a.p: started to rise - shit happened - nobody cares about them anymore; getting killed or killing others in mvs; unappreciated dancers and rappers; high notes for life; actual meaningful lyrics

Block b: zico and the boys; biggest weirdos of them all; no friendship just business; give jaehyo lines

Nct: taeyong and the boys; pouring salt at the wounds; mess of a noise music; rotating as much that i can already see the tornado; dozens of units; horrible fashion; unnecessary ps; damn hoverboard skills; great vocals being hidden; johnny somehow managed to get out; let hansol free; give lines to everyone

Pentagon: putting them through an unnecessary scripted survival show to make people foget about some disbanded groups (4minute); sm and yg let some gems slip out from their hands, at least they are not in the dungeon; giants and dwarfs; ugly crying; lame jokes; ultrasound screams; nudity; wooyu; yutoda; give shinwon lines

Btob: being forgotten by cube; weird, extra; slowly turning into a ballad group; is minhyuk a rapper?; give peniel lines

Beast: what is happening with u cube? shit happened; new name - bea5t?;  lost their spirit after shit happned; great lives 

Suju: waiting for ot15; shit still happening; growing out of kpop; concepts don’t match their age; still waiting for kibum; don’t forget about zhoumi & henry; diaries of a married man; being succesful in the military

Nu’est: best debut song ever; had the most potential as a rookie group; pledis messed up; now they’re popular anywhere besides korea; getting worse and worse title songs; aesthetic mvs; creative fandom name; again pledis has a thing for girly boys

Ft Island: hongki and the others; awesome dope music (let’s not count puppy here); people don’t appreciate quality music anymore; this gem is lost in the ocean of cute, badass & hiphop concepts; pretty fandom name

Cnblue: another gem; better japanese releases; boring new songs because they have to fit into the kpop standard; yonghwa’s unique teeth; visuals; let the others sing

SF9: another group coming from a survival show; covering their seniors’ songs so they can’t even recognize them; thumbs up for the K.O choreography; don’t go with them to amusement parks; deep af voice maknae; park jimin 2.0; hwiyoung got them lines in roar

KNK: a bunch of idiots - literally; tall af; models af; old school kpop feels; if you hear someone laugh hysterically from afar it’s probably them; falling dramatically to the floor while doing so; choking sounds; don’t let them feed you; horlolololo; astro x knk; bullying sanha

2PM: definition of men; hella hot bodies; starting to be unknown; when was their latest first win?; manly concepts; awesome vocals; the rap is still meh; go crazy is a jam y’all; great actors

U-Kiss: so many member changes; lit songs, but not getting appreciation; don’t complain about your faves not getting 1st place like 2 months after debut - it took for them years; the first kpop fathers; they need a comeback soon

B1A4: great vocals again; don’t let them being forgotten; cnu just rocks the short hair admit it; baby i’m sorry is one of the best kpop songs; but great ballads as well

Teen top: they need to go back to their previous style; cap rocking them tattoos; hilariously funny group - watch their weekly idol; promoting as five now - anticipate their comeback

Wanna One: what even is this name; salty af that Jonghyun and Samuel are NOT in the 11; Never is still my jam; i’m not lookung forward for cute concepts; god 10 year age gap between the oldest and youngest member; still salty some trainess weren’t even in top 20 *cough* hwanwoong *cough* taehyun *cough* gunhee* *cough*; some great inventors (round clap, jeojang, etc.) and psychos and a lot more.

Everyone please note that i dont mean to offend neither the groups neither the fans. its just for fun and me being 100% sarcastic by these statements. i love and respect these groups with all my heart!
sorry, its a bit long.

Being a good friend is always important, and one of the most crucial things we can learn as a human being, but it shouldn’t come at the cost of your own wellbeing. Being friends with someone shouldn’t drain you. You’re allowed to cut unhealthy relationships from your life. You need it to grow

say you won’t let go | 01

 part 01 | part 02 [final] 

Summary: You’ve been eighteen years old for ten years when Jungkook first moves in.
Pairing: Jungkook | Reader
Genre: Fluff/Angst; Roommate/Soulmate AU (In which you stop aging when you turn 18 until you meet your soulmate)
Word Count: 12,038
Author’s Note: I was going to wait and upload the whole thing in one giant oneshot but for the stake of everyone’s sanity, it’ll be split into two parts. props to @minsvga for always being down to beta! 

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The morning comes like clockwork, obviously, but sometimes you wish it didn’t. Sometimes, the morning is like an unexpected gust of wind, blowing away the present and the comfort and leaving you alone with nothing but your thoughts and the disappointing feeling akin to the sensation of something missing from your life. Which, considering everything the world and the fates and the bonds that connect individuals together and all the shit like that, is not too far off from a relevant problem in your life.

The days seem to blend together, time slipping between your fingers but leaving you with no opportunity or way to stop it or prolong it. You certainly feel different, older somehow and probably wiser, and you’re sure it shows in your eyes, in the curl of your lips, in the longing touch of your smile.

But you crawl out of bed in the morning, feet landing like a gentle sigh on the carpet, following the hall down to your bathroom until you’re situated in front of the sink and taking a long glance at your reflection. You don’t know why you insist to yourself to always look at the mirror, because it’s not like anything would have changed overnight, nothing ever really does. You take in your expression, the skin of your face and the darkness of your eyes, a harsh contrast to the youth of your face, the curve of your nose and the sharpness of your jawline—you: fresh, and young and not a day over eighteen-years-old, just as you have been for ten years.

This has been the way of human life since its creation, a science with no explanation and a connection that cannot be seen or heard or even felt. It’s a different kind of connection, moreso the type of link that brings two people together, two people whoever has a hand in predetermination believe would be the best fit for each other. A soulmate, an individual meant to compliment you in every aspect, someone gifted to you from unidentifiable figures; figures you would not even believe existed if not for the world they created and built, a world you now inhabited.

In theory, the unspoken rules of the whole soulmate business seemed easy: a case in which the aging process stops at the eighteen until one’s soulmate came along, done so in order for the pair of them to gain the ability to grow old together, experience life together, be there for each other during the true ups and downs of college and jobs and family. Every single person you’ve ever stumbled upon each has their own story, their own tales of their relationship. You’ve met people in a relationship that never grew, friends who realized they were each other’s everything, individuals who went through years upon years upon years of life with a soulmate fresh out of the gate—always a variety, never a wrong answer or a right one. Yet, they all seem happy, no matter where the path of life seems to take them.

But now that you’ve been eighteen for a solid ten years, you’re ready to call major bullshit on every single individual who dared to look you in the eye and tell you that they don’t care about the unwinding of fate.

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anonymous asked:

How about humans busting out expressions like, "oh my god I'm dying over here", or "four days in the shuttle? I'm gonna diiieeee.", and the poor aliens just freaking out? (And slowly growing to hate the concept of hyperbole.)

SHOULD YOU TAKE THE HUMAN LITERALLY

A BASIC CHECKLIST FOR ALIENS

Checklist H.85

  1. Can you see actual manifestation of related danger?
    1. E.g. Flames, engaged or discharged weapons, etc.
  2. Does the human present features of distress?
    1. Refer to Pamphlet H.14 “Human Physical Expressions” and Pamphlet H.15 “Human Voice Modulation”
  3. Are other humans, especially humans-from-same-cultures, alarmed?
  4. Does the statement match any known physically- or mentally-detrimental causes?
    1. Refer to Pamphlet H.34 “Basic Human Health”
  5. Does the individual human have a history of similar socially-acceptable-untruths?

If one or more answers is AFFIRMATIVE, proceed to Checklist H.86.

anonymous asked:

What do you think everyone's favorite Disney movies are?

Hoo boi!! Let’s see…

Daichi: The Fox and the Hound. Like legit, you know that mother fucker watches this when he’s home sick. He curls up on the couch with tissues (totally for the cold and definitely not for all the tears he be sheddin’ by the end of the movie). He considered changing Pochi’s name to Copper when he first got him but then decided against it because Noya had promised to find him a new home and he didn’t want to get too attached. (Ha. Ha.) Then by the time he realized he was stuck with him, it was too late to change it. He regularly holds Pochi’s paws and says, “I’m a hound dooooogggg.” Suga has it on video and watches it when he’s feeling down.

Suga: If you ask Suga what his favorite Disney movie is, chances are he will tell you “Cool Runnings” or “Max Keeble’s Big Move” just to be a little shit and get you to say, “No… I mean like… you know. The animated ones. Uhm… like when you say Disney movie they’re the ones that pop up in your head…” “Ohh… you mean like the Lizzie McGuire Movie.” “Suga no.” But actually, his favorite is Frozen. Honestly, that “Let it Gosong was LIT and he never misses an opportunity to sing it. “Suga, did you eat the cupcake I told you not to-” “LET IT GOOOO LET IT GOOOOO.” “God damn it.” Or when Daichi is getting out of the shower… Suga kicks the door of the bathroom open, LOVE IS AN OPEN DOOOORRR! “SUGA GET OUT.” He absolutely loves it. He dressed up as a perfect male Elsa for Halloween. Any time someone disses on it, “It wasn’t THAT good…” a fist fight breaks out. Let people enjoy things, you fucks.

Oikawa: Lilo and Stitch. “It’s not because the aliens! Shut up, Iwa-chan!” It’s totally because it’s a heartfelt story about family sticking together and definitely not because there are space ships and aliens and lasers. Nope. Iwaizumi made him a Scrump doll for their fourth anniversary and Oikawa takes it with him whenever he travels and totally, no way, definitely does NOT sleep with it. Nope.

Iwaizumi: Oliver and Company. Despite having the voice of an angel, Iwaizumi has very few indulgent songs that he sings when he’s at home. “Why Should I Worryis one of the few that he actually does belt when he’s in the mood. Just imagine him sliding in his socks around the kitchen as he’s making dinner, singing into a wooden spoon… “Why should I worry? Why should I care? I may not have a dime, but I got street savoire faire.” It’s Oikawa’s little secret that he will never share with anyone. On Iwaizumi’s last birthday, Oikawa dressed up as Georgette and sang “Perfect Isn’t Easy”. Like… he just pranced around the bedroom singing, “Though many covet my bone and bowl, they’re barkin’ up the wrong tree. You pretty pups all over the city, I have your hearts and you have my pity. Pretty is nice, but still, it’s just pretty. Perfect, my dear, is me.” Iwaizumi laughed so hard that he started crying and it was definitely the best birthday he’s ever had.

Matsukawa: A Goofy Movie. And not just because of the memes. Because of the strong familial bond between Goofy and Max and how hard Goofy tries but just can’t seem to get it right. Matsukawa can see a bit of his own father in him, as they had their own troubles back when he was in high school. They got through it and have an even stronger relationship and he can see that in this movie. (but it’s mostly because of the memes.)

Hanamaki: The Princess and the Frog. He’s got that Friends on the Other Side,” song memorized and sings it while he’s…. well… “working”. Also, RayXEvangeline is his OTP and he will go to the grave preaching their love. He used to go catch frogs in the pond near his house when he was a kid so honestly he just has a total soft spot for the little critters. Oh and he thinks Prince Naveen is a total hottie. 10/10 would smash.

Bokuto: Aladdin! Oh man he could watch this movie every day for the rest of his life and never get tired of it!!! He’s even dressed up as the Genie for Halloween more than once! He’s got that “Friend Like Me” song DOWN. He can do all the voices and everything! In fact, one of the main reasons Akaashi fell in love with him way back in high school was because on the few occasions that it was Akaashi that lost some confidence, Bokuto would sing the song to him and change “Aladdin” to “Akaashi” and it never failed to cheer him up to hear, “Mister Akaashi, Sir, what will your pleasure be? Let me take your order, jot it down. You ain’t never had a friend like me!”

Akaashi: Monster’s Inc.! Oh man Akaashi loves this movie so much. One of the only times you can see him visibly get giddy is when this movie is playing. It’s honestly the most adorable thing Bokuto has ever seen and every time Akaashi imitates Boo and says, “Kitty!” in a cutesy voice, Bokuto legit ascends to a higher plane of existence. He definitely plays the jazzy OST in the background when he’s sewing, humming along with the melody. He also may or may not have pushed a small child down in his desperation to get into the theater for the very first showing of Monster’s University. (Also, don’t tell anyone, but he made himself a Sully pajama onesie and definitely wears it all the time, but knows Pain in the Ass Kuroo-san would never let him hear the end of it if he found out so he keeps it a secret even from Bokuto.)

Kuroo: The Emperor’s New Groove. Kuroo has most definitely dressed up as Kuzco for Halloween around the same times Bokuto has dressed up as Genie. (In both the llama and human form.) His ringtone was also “Perfect World” for the longest time, until Kenma changed it one night after getting tired of hearing Kuroo shout out “Me!” after the “This Perfect World begins and ends with-” part before answering his phone.

Kenma: Toy Story. Hey, the less actual human beings in a movie, the better, ammiright? As a kid who didn’t have a lot of real friends growing up, the concept that your toys came to life and loved playing with you as much as you played with them was a really beautiful concept to him. He had always been a really rational kid, and knew that it was fiction, but there was some part of him that always thought, “But what if?” After the first time he watched Toy Story, he started treating his toys more gently, and daydreamed that even his videogame consoles and all the characters within them were alive and got excited every single time he took the controller. Not to mention Sid’s Scare Scene gave him ungodly satisfaction to watch after he acquired a few bullies in primary school.

Asahi: Up! Because… Because… *sobs* they were so in love… and he was such a grumpy old man but then… *SOBS* BUT HE WAS HER ADVENTURE AND OMG DOUG AND THEN THEY WERE WATCHING THE CARS TOGETHER AT THE END AND… AND… *wailing*

Nishinoya: MULAN! Kick ass women and plenty of fight scenes and most importantly… “To be a man, we must be swift as the coursing river. With all the force of the great typhoon. With all the strength of a raging fire. As mysterious as the dark side of the moon!”

Kiyoko: Brave. Strong independent woman that don’t need no man and instead wants to ride her horse and shoot her bow and fight bears and learn to connect and understand her mother? Uhhh…. sign her the FUCK up. Also, King Fergus reminds her so much of her dad that she can’t help but giggle every time he shows up on screen. And that hair animation? ENCHANTING. She can’t tear her eyes from it.

Yachi: Tangled. Oh c’mon. Duh! Yachi is so TOTALLY Rapunzel. It’s not even funny. She relates HARD with the heroine and oh my GOD it’s so cute to see her flouncing around her apartment in her PJ’s, singing, “And at last I see the light! And it’s like the fog has lifted!”

Hinata: The Little Mermaid. REDHEAD. A REDHEAD! Oh man Hinata used to watch this movie every day. He was so excited to see a redheaded Disney princess. His mom bought him a fork just so he could brush his hair with it. He used to have a little fish tank in his room and he named all of the fish after the characters. “I’m going to marry Ariel when I get older!” Little did he know, he ended up being Ariel and falling for the tall, black haired prince with the bright blue eyes instead. Oopsie Daisies.

Kageyama: Finding Nemo. There’s something about small… orange… things that draws Kageyama to them. He really has no clue what the heck it is. He has been caught a few times muttering, “Just keep swimmin’. Just keep swimmin’.”  Under his breath when he’s stressed out, either on the volleyball court or in school. Pretty much everyone has noticed but they’re a little scared that he will stop doing it if they point it out so they pretend not to hear him. It’s just too cute of a habit to lose.

Miya: Hercules. Okay Miya is low key in love with Danny Devito and so anytime he’s in ANYTHING, it’s his favorite thing. Not to mention Meg reminds him high key of a certain tsundere who won’t say he is in love. Although, if he’s being completely honest, Miya relates a bit more to Hades than he does Hercules (I think you mean HUNKules).

Shirabu: Moana. So, Shirabu doesn’t really watch a lot of movies. Okay, he NEVER watches movies. He doesn’t have time. He’s got better things to do. The few movies he HAS seen were pretty much whatever Miyazaki Hayao was putting out and even then, he wasn’t really attached to any of them. Then Moana came out and he was quite literally DRAGGED off to see it by Miya. He swore he wasn’t going to have a good time and sit with arms crossed, complaining the whole movie, but then some ANNOYING asshole laced their fingers together and refused to let go and UGH. So obnoxious. But then that same annoying asshole seemed to have a lot of fun and hummed to the tune of Shiny on the way out of the theater and down the street. And well… it did have good music. And it looked pretty. And then when Miya took him to dinner afterwards, Shirabu had managed to choke out a reluctant, “Thank you” and had to suffer through an exuberant, “What can I say except you’re welcome?But you know… Shirabu wouldn’t be against the idea of seeing more movies in the future….


Welp. That’s what I came up with. Seem fitting? Thanks for the ask, I had a lot of fun thinking about this!

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America+England Relationship Analysis

I can’t believe myself… writing up a really in-depth analysis of APH America & APH England’s cannon relationship. Kind of addresses the England and America being related subject, blows holes through it, actually.  

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the-megalosaurus  asked:

Concept: Sam grows a beard (as per your tags on that J2 set) and suddenly becomes the guy that all the women look at first. Dean Is Shook.

Okay. What? This is the–fourth time, at least, by Dean’s count, and just–

“What the hell,” he mutters, under his breath, and Sam barely glances up from his book.

“What,” he says, absently, turning back to the history of–whatever, Goats Through the Ages, Dean doesn’t even care at this point. He’s too distracted by yet another chick pausing by their table in the library, pretending to look at something in the stacks while clearly just sizing up Sam, and not even giving Dean a second glance. He sits back from the table and just stares at the girl–cute, even if she’s way too young for either of them at this point, but. Come on.

“Hey, I think I got something,” Sam says, and the girl jerks her eyes away, and catches Dean staring, and gives him the what, creepo? face and turns away all offended, and–really? Really? “Dude, hello? Research, for the case?”

When Dean focuses back on Sam, he finds himself the recipient of a very similar version of the creepo face. “Come on, man, you could literally be her dad,” Sam says, and holy crap that is not the point.

“What is going on?” Dean says, and Sam shakes his head, brow furrowed like what, but he also reaches up to scratch the scruff and–oh, no. Really? “Oh my god,” Dean says, a little too loud, and Sam shushes him, but this is just ridiculous. “You’re lumberjack chic. I can’t believe this.”

Sam stares at him, but–there’s another little group of coeds down in the mythology and folklore section, and they’re actually whispering and pointing, a little giggle floating down through the shelves, and they’re all focused right on Sam. Sam, who caught a nasty slash on the jaw from a tree branch during a hunt two weeks ago–and yeah, Dean made fun of him for losing a fight with a tree, especially since Dean had almost broken a rib from a tussle with the actual ghost, but whatever, he’d put in a few stitches for Sammy too, and made sure it didn’t get infected. Sam hadn’t been able to shave, and there was a minute there where his beard was patchy and hilarious, but now–it’s pretty even, and he’s been trimming it so it looks… vaguely good, if Dean’s going to be honest. But this–another girl passes by, while Dean’s still having this weird hot revelation, and what the hell, are they having a voyeur library convention?

Sam sits there with his beard and his hair tucked behind his ears in his red plaid, tan and huge and ridiculous, and says, “Dude, what the hell are you talking about,” and Dean shoves up from the table and glares at this latest girl, who blinks at him all shocked and scuttles off into the stacks.

“We’re leaving,” Dean says, while Sam raises his eyebrows. “And then we’re gonna take those stitches out, and you’re going to shave.”

“Oh,” Sam says, and scratches at his jaw again. “Okay, good call. Not really FBI regs, I guess.”

“Yeah,” Dean says, slamming the book closed. “That’s why.”

A Concept: Festival Shawn

So you’d do the full on festival experience: camping in a field whilst making friends with a load of strangers, who including yourself are very VERY drunk, spending all day listening to live music and drinking slightly too much cider.

First of all you two and a group of friends would need to put  up your tent, which would be a sight to watch; random poles, endless material and lack of instructions. It would be 9 in the morning but you’d already be sipping on cider to make the tent situation more funny than stressful.

After finally succeeding in building the tent, you’d head down and see whoever was playing. Shawn would be dressed in that fucking shirt that makes your knees go weak, and you’d be wearing his favourite shorts that keep his imagine far from dull. His hand would be resting on your hip as you listen to chilled music, and if it was a soppy love song he would do a little slow dance with you in the middle of the crowd. You would laugh, not caring about anyone around you as the two of you look lovingly into each others eyes. It wouldn’t be long though before Geoff and Zubin would start whooping and trying to embarrass you both. After the song was finished, the artist would shout you guys out, thanking you for making their song so romantic. You’d bury your head in Shawn’s chest feeling embarrassed, but secretly happy that people could see how in love the two of you are.

Later on in the evening when the headliner is performing, you would all be drunk and dancing around like crazy. With a beer in one hand, his other would be holding yours. Everyone’s sweaty bodies pushed up against each other, but he would still manage to be closet you. His goofy grin would mirror yours as you dance about together.

Walking back up to the tent would be a story to tell. The whole group of you struggling to walk straight, whilst singing and laughing. You’d get back to the tent and sit around in the darkness talking for a good hour or so. At about 3 in the morning you’d decide to call it a day and get some sleep, going into your separate tents.

“No sex please guys, were only 3 metres away” Geoff would shout, making the two you laugh. But I can see it now - the two of you cuddled up in a small two-man tent. Shawn’s arms wrapped around you as you nuzzle into his neck. The quite chatter from other campers and Shawn’s slow breathing would lull you to sleep.




You would be woken up to the sun basically cooking you in the small tent. Your head would be spinning, making you wish you didn’t have that extra beer someone offered you. You would look up and notice Shawn lay on his back with his hand resting on his chest. His hair would be stuck to his forehead and his legs would be tangled with yours. You’d lean up and kiss his neck, slowly trailing up to his lips. You’d hover over him, watching as he stirs awake. He’d flutter his eyes open before closing them with a groan.

“How much did we fucking drink last night?” He would groan, his morning voice filling the small space between you.

You would laugh, kissing his nose and then lie on his chest, waiting for him to wake up more.

“I am never drinking again” He would mumble, running his hand up and down your bare back.

“Don’t make promise you can keep baby” You would say with a smile, looking up to see him grin at you. “You still have two more days here, and don’t you dare tell me that you won’t drink for any of it.”

“Go away” He would respond, making you laugh out loud. “I’m never drinking again after this weekend” He’s add on, making you laugh more.

“Whatever you say baby” You grin at him, kissing his lips once more. “Ready for day two?” You’d whisper against his lips, watching as his smile grows.

“Bring it on.”

The Chemistry of Love

Pt 1

SummaryThere is a chemical formula for LOVE: C8H11NO2+C10H12N2O+C43H66N12O12S2 Dopamine, Serotonin, and Oxytocin, which can cause schizophrenia, extreme paranoia, and insanity. 

You didn’t want to feel love, you hated it and you weren’t gonna overdose on it, because to love means to expose oneself, means to be weak. And you didn’t want to be weak; you didn’t want to be weak anymore.

Pairing: Jimin x Reader 

Genre: Angst/Smut/fluff 


A/N: Just right out of the oven, I don’t know If I will continue it but I wanted to give it a try, just tell me what you think about it :) 

Inspired by the picture below lol. 

Sorry if I have any grammar mistakes, English is not my first language 



It was a sunny Friday day of spring as you walked through campus to get to your first class, you loved spring; air turning warmer, nature starting to grow, days becoming longer… but what you hated about it was seeing the “lovely” couples making out in front of everyone, couldn’t they just do that inside closed doors? Losers, they don’t know is just chemicals in their brains you thought to yourself, one day or another one of them is gonna end up with a broken heart because of some shit the other did, telling the other that it didn’t feel the same anymore instead of telling that he/she was fucking someone else. Love didn’t exist.

Your father left your mother when you were just a baby; It destroyed her in ways you can’t even explain. When you are little people tell you that if a boy treats you wrong it because he likes you, so you grow up with this conception in your mind and when you are older you find yourself crying over some fuckboy who threw you in the trash the moment he got what he wanted. And this circle would repeat itself again and again.  You start to feel the need of physical and emotional affection so you run to the first man who will provide you that, the thing is that they only provide you the physical part, you have fun for a while until you start to feel empty again and when you began to ask for some emotional affection they guy runs away. And that is was what happened to your mother endless of times.

You didn’t have a romantic loving relationship you could look up to when you were younger so when you were just a kid you dreamed about finding someone to love and be loved back like it happened in the movies but with the years that dream began to vanish until the point you didn’t believe in love anymore. For you it were just chemicals in your brain, you didn’t want to admit it but you hated the idea of becoming someone like your mother, a clingy sad person who couldn’t live without a man by her side.

You felt bad for thinking that way but the moment you were able to take off from home you didn’t even though about it. You loved your mother but you despised seeing her fall for some man and then end up drunk, crying all over the floor. You tried to help her several times but it just didn’t work, what made her happy was being with a man, not being with you.

With time and experiences you formed the idea that certain people could never be loved. It just is not their destiny; they are not made for that. And you were one of those people.  You’ve always totally refused to believe that it was important, you always tried to convince yourself that it didn’t matter, that one can be happy being alone, that there are just people who are born for that and other people who are not and you were one of the latter. But at the same time, deep down, you hoped that someday it would change.  It’s like everything and everyone around us says that love is the greatest prize that someone can have in this life, as the most beautiful feeling that one can ever feel. But what if … there are people who are not destined for that? What if, you are a person who will never feel that? It annoyed you and terrified you to your bones to think that the only thing that makes us humans feel fully and purely happy is love.

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BTS Eras: Summary

School Trilogy: School Uniforms, Rebel feel, Gold chains, black and white outfits, heavy eye make up, mostly talks about that teenage angst + love phase

  • 2 Cool 4 Skul
  • O R U L8 2?
  • School Luv Affair
  • Dark and Wild

HYYH Era: Casual/ Preppy Outfits, slightly rugged street style, mostly natural make-up, their hairs were wet a lot, coming of age struggles, that awkward phase of no longer a kid but not exactly an adult either

  • The Most Beautiful Moment in Life Pt1
  • The Most Beautiful Moment in Life Pt2
  • Young Forever

Wings Era: More mature outfits (except for spring day, that was sooo soft), slightly sultry (okay, maybe a lot of sultry), blush and lip gloss, personal growth and more adult struggles (seduction and other temptations, government, social and cultural awareness)

  • Wings
  • You Never Walk Alone

Love Yourself: ??

So apparently, Love Yourself is a whole era on it’s own. The first part will be released as an EP (extended play = mini album), but the era will go on until 2018. The teasers so far are for the Love Yourself Era, the comeback album teasers will be different.

Probably more on self-acceptance, grabbing opportunities, believing in yourself. That whole thing is a struggle in itself, honestly. But man, if you have been through the shit their character’s have been through in the other eras, you’d need some love too.


Their concepts really grow up with them… 

Rusty Nail's Recipes

It’s been a while, Dear Drinkers; I’ve been kept apart from my duties here in terms of the creation of enlivening libations. No longer! I’ll be working to make sure I keep providing y'all the content that brought you here in the first place. You know, trying harder to stay true to myself. Speaking to that en, today’s honoree knows more than most about the pure and unadulterated value of knowing ones self, and striving to retain and grow that concept in a frightening, uncertain, and potentially hostile environment. Despite this risk, today’s honoree works every day to stay who they know they are.

Ladies and Gentlemen…

It’s Glittershell!

This filly does her best to keep herself true to who she is, until the day she’s fully able to be that to everyone. Doin’ that, while trying to navigate the tricky waters of teenage romance is taxin’ at the best of times. That she’s doin’ as well as she is, given her circumstances, is impressive, and inspiring.

A Glittershell

Ingredients:

  1. Chilled Wine Goblet. (This is a different kind of glass than a flute. Shorter, and wider. It’s deeper than a martini glass. Looks a lot like a tumbler on a stem.)
  2. 1 cup crushed ice
  3. 1 ½ oz White Rum
  4. ¾ oz Grand Marnier
  5. ¾ oz fresh lime juice
  6. 1 oz simple syrup (Mix 1 oz  REALLY hot water with 1oz sugar, stir, let cool, and ta-da, you have Simple Syrup. It’s 1:1 Water to Sugar)
  7. ½ fresh, peeled peach
  8. 1 small, edible purple orchid.

Special Equipment:

A Blender.

Making a Glittershell:

  1. Put all ingredients, except for the orchid, in the blender
  2. Blend well
  3. Pour blender’s contents into glass
  4. Garnish drink with purple orchid.
  5. Drink!

You’ve just made a Glittershell!

This drink is quite reliant on its decorative garnish. Glittershell doesn’t have many means to express who she really is, and accessories colored a rich, deep purple have special meaning to her. I chose the drinks ingredients to match Glitter’s coat, and the orchid to accessorize. Even if it’s not… Matching.

Keep sending in suggestions as to who you’d like to see made into a drink, and Stay Thirsty, Dear Drinkers!

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 LET’S TALK ABOUT THE COLOR MEANING, GUYS.

Yuri is wearing white suit. Meaning of white in Japanese culture: it represents purity and cleanliness in traditional Japanese society, and is seen as a blessed color. Because of the sacred nature of the color, white is the color of weddings and other joyful life events, and appears on the Japanese flag. (Shall I remind you, that women’s wedding dress is white? What’s more, I’ve read somewhere, that in Japan the groom also may wear white suit).

Victor is in black suit: black is a powerful and foreboding color in Japanese culture. Black has also traditionally been a color of formality, and has increasingly come to represent elegance, with the growing popularity of Western conceptions of black tie events. (Men wear black wedding suits).

FLOWERS:
Yuri bouquet reminds me of typical wedding bouquet. (See the photo above in reference). 
Victor is holding blue rose (I guess). Blue represents purity and cleanliness in traditional Japanese culture, largely because of the vast stretches of blue water that surrounds the Japanese islands. As such, blue also represents calmness and stability. It’s also the color of December (Victor’s birthday is December 25th).

IF IT’S NOT A WEDDING PICTURE THEN I DON’T KNOW WHAT THIS IS.

wake up in a perfect dream

Written for the Writer’s Guild August event: A Soulmate AU. 

I.

Mike learns about soulmates from Nancy. They share your dreams, she tells him, her eyes shining with undiscovered love. When you close your eyes at night, you’ll see what your soulmate sees.

He hears his sister’s romantic chatter, but he doesn’t listen. Not really. Because Nancy is twelve and he’s only eight and soulmates are stupid and gross. So the lesson is pushed to the back of his mind and he pays no special attention to the continued dreams of action figures and bicycles and board games. Sometimes there are dinosaurs or aliens. And sometimes he wakes up not remembering any dream at all.

As Mike grows older, the concept of a soulmate steals back into his mind and he wonders, scientifically minded as ever, if perhaps it’s a biological process that suddenly makes him so avidly interested in the things that he dreams.

His dreams remain constant. Riding bikes up and down Cherry Street, hanging out in Castle Byers, going on adventures with his friends. There are no unfamiliar faces or strange places in his dreams and, for a long time, Mike believes his soulmate is one of his best friends.

But one day he overhears Lucas and Will whispering together, speaking in hushed tones about the exact same nightmare they had the previous night. Three days later, Dustin excitedly announces he saw his soulmate’s face in one of their shared dreams. She has the most amazing green eyes and she was riding a dragon, he says. My soulmate is kickass.

And Mike’s heart cracks just a little bit because if none of his friends are his soulmate, then who is? Why hasn’t he seen them yet?

For months, Mike doesn’t dream at all. He begins to worry that maybe he doesn’t have a soulmate. Laying awake at night, he racks his memory for any single oddity, a fleeting moment of unfamiliarity, in a past dream. But there was only the familiar smiling faces of his friends or complete and utter darkness. And no one dreamt of darkness.

II.

Eleven has never learned about soulmates. She’s never learned much of anything except for The Rules. Speak when spoken to. Do as you’re told. Don’t ask questions.

Still, she soldiers through her days, long and painful, always looking forward to closing her eyes. Because at night, she meets people who are not Papa or the men in long white coats. 

When Eleven sleeps, she meets a smiling boy with dark eyes that shine happily. She sees children, others who look so much like her, outside on strange wheeled objects that she can only imagine are the stuff of dreams. It’s a nice change from the dreams she usually has of the Dark Place.

It’s her dreams that prove there’s life outside the sterile walls of the Lab and she craves it, cries herself to happier sleep with thoughts of it each night. So Eleven listens to The Rules and obeys because one day she might be rewarded with a trip there. To the outside.

She listens even when it’s scary to do so. Even when she sees the monster for the first time, far off but distinct. 

That night, she doesn’t see the boys and their colourful shirts or their plastic toys. She sees the hideous figure crouched over the in the darkness, gnawing away on something that sounds grotesquely like the bones she once snapped in a man’s neck.

III.

So close and yet so far away, Mike awakes in a cold sweat. Could that have been his dream—his nightmare? Or maybe—just maybe—his soulmate is finally dreaming. And then Mike’s throat tightens and tears fill his eyes because how could his soulmate dream such awful things? What had they been through?

Every night for a week it’s that same dream. His feet are wet, he’s walking through the darkness, there’s a monster just ahead and he reaches out to touch. He notices, on the third night, that it is not his hands that reach forward—they are softer, smaller, paler. Girl’s hands. Delicate and shaking. And on his wrist—or rather, her wrist—there’s a tattoo. A small number. An eleven.

The eleven haunts Mike even when he’s awake. The harsh block characters of the tattoo are completely incongruous to the softness of the girl—or what he’s imagined of her.

IV.

It’s raining, cold thick drops soaking through her thin t-shirt. Fear sends her forward, careening through the trees, desperately seeking—something. She isn’t sure what. She’s not certain anything is safe anymore. 

And then, a garish beam of threatening light. Eleven looks up and her fear turns to something like relief. 

She knows these faces. She’s seen the dark, soulful eyes that look at her with concern. And she isn’t sure why, but those eyes feel like home. 

Later, he asks her name. She’s nervous to give it up, to speak to this boy who wanders through her dreams bringing joy with him. 

Still, she holds out her arm and watches as his cheeks turn red and his eyes grow wide.