hawaii grown

Detective Conan Shitposting

Ran & Shinichi: *kiss for the first time*

Ran: Oh, Shinichi. That was… really nice ^///^

Shinichi, not wanting to admit that he’s been dreaming of this precise moment since he was literally five, has practised with his pillow and has watched hours upon hours of youTube-tutorials: Thanks! I learnt that from my dad when we were on holiday in Hawaii!






Shinichi: *about to fling himself over the balcony, never to be seen in this mortal realm ever again*

slush puppie

Written from the prompt of @jikooties

First time writting a fic in english, I hope it’s not that bad :’) 


The 7 members were finally having spare time during their schedules and the shooting for the 2nd season of BTS bon voyage. Even if it was their holydays, the moment when they were nor filmed nor constantly followed by one of the staff were pretty rare. It was the evening when the idols went outside to have a walk near their hotel in Hawaii. Taehyung and Hoseok were chatting loudly and messing up while Namjoon, Jin and Yoongi were talking about deep philosophical shits. Jimin and Jungkook, as the younger was always hungry, had bought slush puppie in a small and cute ice cream shop. Now, the two boys were walking next to each other, Jungkook slightly brushing his shoulder against Jimin’s. He had become eager for any little contact with his boyfriend. Indeed, he couldn’t remember the last time he touched him properly and that was driving him insane. He was missing his plump lips against his and the sight next to him wasn’t helping at all. Jimin’s sinful rosy mouth was press around the straw and the golden brown boy was silently sipping his strawberry slush glass. As if he’d felt the maknae’s eyes on him, Jimin stopped walking and turned his head to face the younger.

“Jungkook, you’re staring” Jimin said, a faint blush on his chubby cheeks. The young boy wanted to squish them so bad but instead, he strengthened his grip on the cup and sipped the cold and sweet blueberry taste liquid.

“I know” he answered, smirking.

Jimin only blushed harder and his lips stretched in a genuine smile, making his eyes disappear in little crescents.

“Come on Jungkookie, the others are waiting for us and we could be seen by a fan.”

A few tourists were passing by their side but they didn’t look like they were recognising them or even noticing their existence. They were just like tem, trying to enjoy their holydays in Hawaii.

“They’re not even paying attention to us and I miss you Jiminie” Jungkook pout and looked at his boyfriend with doe eyes.

“Argh Jungkookie, stop that” he whined. With the sleeve of his typical Hawaiian flower shirt he wiped a pearl of sweat which was leaking on his forehead due to the heat.

“Stop what hyung?” Jungkook teased. He was showing his cute bunny smile. Jimin sighed and punch Jungkook in the chest. “Come on” and he started walking again with funny steps because of the flip-flop. Jungkook followed him, sheepish. It was silent and he could feel the heavy and overwhelming tension between them.

Suddenly, Jimin stopped and asked “can I taste yours Jungkookie?” Of course the brow hair boy would agree so he gave Jimin his cup. His hyung took a few sips of the slushie and moan in a way a bit overdone. “Hm kookie, that’s so good…” he said with a mischievous look. Was he teasing him? He was, obviously, and Jungkook did not miss how his red tongue, because of the food colouring, licked his lips in a seductive way. Jimin was now smirking as he gave the slush back to the maknae. Argh, such a tease, thought the latter.

Jungkook didn’t know if it was the heat of Hawaii or his grown man hormones which caused that but that was too much and his desires became unbearable. He waited for the right moment and suddenly, with dare running through his veins, he pushed Jimin against a wall in a dark alley. The latter squeaked in surprise, almost dropping his slushie on the ground.

“Jung…” he couldn’t finish as a pair of lips shut him up. Jimin immediately responded to the kiss, as if he had waiting for that for so long, tugging the brown hair of the taller. The slush still in his hand, Jungkook used the other to grab Jimin by the neck, pressing him further against him. They were chest to chest and the maknae could feel the fast heartbeat of his boyfriend as he was kissing him wholeheartedly. There were too much tongue and teeth and the blue and the red of their slush glass’ food colouring mixed on their tongue but they didn’t mind. They both missed that so much, kissing recklessly and only focusing on each other. After a few minutes of making out, they stopped and stared in the other’s eyes with their forehead pressed, both panting. Jungkook gasp at the sight of his boyfriend pressed against the wall, his hair messy and sparkles in his eyes. He was absolutely breath-taking. Jungkook leaned to peck his swollen and pink lips. “You’re so pretty, I love you so much”

“I love you too kookie” he replied, taking his boyfriend in a warm hug.


They reached the rest of the band a few minutes later and 5 pairs of eyes immediately looked at them with judgment.

“Where were you both?” the leader asked suspicious.  

“We bought slush glass in a cute ice cream shop, it was pink, you would have like it seok…”

Seokjin cut the maknae in the middle of his sentence “Jimin, stick your tongue out”.

The dancer was baffle by the demand but did it anyway.

“Why are your tongue purple?” asked the elder of the group.

“I had a blue slushie” answered Jungkook. “And I had a red one” finished Jimin.

There was an awkward silence during a few seconds that felt like hours for both Jimin and Jungkook. No one was talking but suddenly, a low pitch voice talked.

“Please, tell me you didn’t make out in the streets.” said Yoongi hopelessly. The two boys stayed mute but their face was crimson red and they were both looking down.

“How dare you? You little brats!” said Seokjin angrily.

He stood up quickly, took one of his flip-flop and threw it next to Jimin. The latter jerk in surprise and run away. “Hyung, I’m sorry” he giggled and the heart of Jungkook immediately melt when he heard that cute and angelic sound.

“If I were you I would go away now!” said Yoongi. “dashi run run run!” sang both Hoseok and Taehyung as the maknae and his hyung ran away hastily.

The Hawaiian air was filling up with genuine laughs as the two lovers were now running for their life with an angry Seokjin chasing them with a flip-flop. It was clearly beautiful holidays for the Korean group named BTS.

Homelessness in Hawaii Grows, Defying Image of Paradise
Two days before the city planned to dismantle her sidewalk home, Kionina Kaneso had no idea where she and her daughter and grandchildren would sleep.
By ABC News

A full-time fast-food worker, Kaneso had bad experiences at shelters before and was hesitant to live in another, ending up instead in one of the nation’s largest homeless encampments. Desperate, she decided to try one again.

But there was no more space for families.

“Where can I go?” Kaneso asked.

Homelessness in Hawaii has grown in recent years, leaving the state with 487 homeless per 100,000 people, the nation’s highest rate per capita, above New York and Nevada, according to federal statistics. Since 2010, the rise has come even as the national rate has fallen during the economic recovery.

The increase, driven by years of rising costs in the island chain, low wages and limited land, thrust the image of people sleeping on beaches alongside the state’s famed one of a relaxing tropical paradise.

Officials have tried to solve the problem. They’ve offered homeless services, banned sitting and lying on Waikiki’s sidewalks and proposed using shipping containers as temporary housing. Gov. David Ige’s declaration of a state of emergency on homelessness in October underscored the depth of the crisis:

— While there are shelters and programs to help the homeless, there are far fewer empty beds than are needed — about 550 on any given night on Oahu, where an estimated 4,900 of the 7,620 homeless people live, according to service providers.

— The state needs 27,000 affordable rental units by 2020, but lawmakers set aside enough money for 800 units this year. Maintaining the existing public housing could cost $800 million over the next decade, according to state estimates.

— Statewide, 10,000 people wait five years or more to get into state-run public housing, and the waiting list for Section 8 rent assistance in private housing was so long, they closed the list for about a decade.

— The state’s population of unsheltered families ballooned 46 percent from 2014 to 2015, said Scott Morishige, state coordinator on homelessness. He said changes in public housing policy and mental health services contributed to the rise. A survey by service providers in August of Kaneso’s encampment found that 42 percent of the nearly 300 people were families.

Kaneso is among the many Micronesians who moved to Hawaii in recent years as part of an agreement their nations have with the U.S. government allowing them to work and live in the country. They come for medical care, education and job opportunities.

Kaneso arrived in 2004 and worked odd jobs as a dishwasher and assembly line worker to pay for her son’s flight to Hawaii so he could get medical treatment for a heart condition.

While the state doesn’t have a break down by race of the overall homeless population, data on homeless shelter use show that 30 percent were Hawaiian or part-Hawaiian, 27 percent Micronesian, Marshallese or other Pacific Islanders, and 26 percent white.

Micronesians say they face language barriers and discrimination. For Native Hawaiians, some of whom see the U.S. government as an occupier since a group of mainlanders overthrew the queen and took over their land, the influx of other Pacific Islanders using services adds insult to injury.

“We should be helped first, because we really are suffering,” said Deja-Lynn Rombawa-Quarles, a Native Hawaiian and camp resident.

The city tried to create a temporary safe zone in 2006 where the homeless could camp legally, but complaints ensued, so it ended up closing the park every night. Many of the homeless moved into hotel garages and walkways near Waikiki Beach.

Then the city banned sitting and lying down on sidewalks, a move backed by the Hyatt Regency, Hilton Worldwide and other major resorts, which generate much of Waikiki’s $6.8 billion in annual tourism revenue, nearly half of all visitor spending in Hawaii.

The hotels saw fewer homeless people, who then moved into other neighborhoods, prompting more complaints.

“People cannot camp and take over parts of our city and state property that has been built and designed for everyone, not one specific group,” said Mayor Kirk Caldwell, after a group meeting on homelessness in September. “It’s not safe.”

Honolulu spends $15,000 a week to sweep away the camps. During the sweeps, families lost possessions like the wood they use to build their structures, found furniture and clothes. Some have filed a lawsuit against the raids.

Service providers say 40 percent of Hawaii’s homeless people are working at least part-time, 30 percent need some housing assistance and 30 percent have mental health or substance abuse problems that prevent them from maintaining a home.

Kaneso’s job at a McDonald’s nets her $8.75 an hour, but it doesn’t come close to what she needs to pay rent in a market where a two-bedroom apartment goes for $1,800 a month.

Honolulu officials have set aside at least $16.8 million for services and to secure apartments for homeless people in 2015, including plans to develop units out of shipping containers to temporarily house transients on Sand Island and the Waianae Coast.

City officials also are backing at least $32 million in bonds to finance other housing for homeless people.

Kaneso, who lived with a sister in public housing but left because she didn’t to get her in trouble, has been on a waiting list for Section 8 assistance since 2006, and found out she made it to the top 250 last year.

In September, after violent incidents raised the profile of Kaneso’s encampment, city and state officials began gradually clearing tents again; this time giving plenty of warning, hoping people would voluntarily leave.