how to dry hair

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Morning exercises at the courtyard, practice for me. Collated from Twitter.

I wanna give lil Baze Caocao’s topknot, hehe

Bonus: lil courtyard politics 

anonymous asked:

Are you taking prompts? If not, no worries! You're amazing and I love you! If so, how would Andrew respond if, in the future and he and Neil are on the same team, if, maybe after a game they won, a huge upset kind of win, the fans riot on their way to the bus in an echo of when Neil went missing back in college?

ily too and i’m totally not taking prompts but also i love this idea, so

Andrew has plenty of reasons to hate the entire state of California, and none of them have anything to do with LA’s Exy team.

The same can’t be said for the rest of the team, who to a man despise the Tricksters. That’s partly because they play dirty, but also because it’s very hard to beat them even when the Rebels sink to the same level.

Hard, yes. But not impossible. Their latest gam ends in a shootout with Andrew in goal, and maybe he wouldn’t usually care but he’s spent too much time watching Trickster backliners crushing the Rebel offensive line into the walls tonight. Mostly he wants to keep this short, but also he wants the Tricksters to lose.

Neil, who still has blood on his face and is beginning to favour one ankle, looks to Andrew and grins before he slams their first shot home right over the Trickster goalkeeper’s left shoulder.

Andrew might be walking on the fine edge of anger, but the rest of his team has already stepped off of it.

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Hickeys (Smut)

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Request: Can you do a smut where you wake up next to shawn after a hot night and he wakes you up with hickeys and morning sex ? (Obviously you gave him consent to wake you up like this before haha) ?

Word Count: 1,773

Hickeys

I felt the sunlight from the window burn into my skin. Whenever Shawn was the last one to go to bed, he always forgot shutting the curtains. It never woke him up when the room started to become light, but it always ended up pulling me out of my sleep.

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everything about this scene is precious gold but can we please talk about how Shiro took off his helmet so he could dry out his little hair tuft and how he’s immensely enjoying letting it blow freely in the wind

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local depressed asshole ruins everything: more at 11

anonymous asked:

hi :) could we see another drawing of iago/kana? :3

i’m still really not sure how i feel about this, anon, but here??? scary dad for kana.

I've actually decided that I can hairspray my fringe, which makes it crispy and less soft but it isn’t doing this *flips into his eyes* while I’m trying to talk. So there’s my little beauty tip. Second beauty tip I’ve learnt: If you’ve just had a hair cut or your hair is not working properly  put some dry hair shampoo in your hair before you go to sleep because then your hair releases oils in the night and that’s when the dry hair shampoo can be like “no, I am a barrier!”, so I’ve been doing that. And it’s made my hair look nicer the next day, if I’m having one of those days. “Oh my gosh, beauty tips with Phil #BeautyTips”. I know. Look at me knowing how to use dry hair shampoo. Phil, the hair specialist. Depends on what kind of hair you have. I’ve just got hair that turn into a bit of a greasy rat after about a day, so that helps. *chuckles* Yeah, so that’s my beauty tips. Any other beauty tips? We need some kind of beauty vlog music though for beauty tips. *finds generic royalty free background music* Is this beauty? It sounds like I’m going on a journey with my animals to get to a new circus. So your next beauty tip is, if you have a zit, try putting some toothpaste on it the night before you go to sleep because it dries you out. Also try not to pop the zit because that hurts and it can leave a scar. This should just be the theme tune to my life. I’m just going to play this. *continues to wiggle to the music* Other beauty tips with Phil… I don’t have any other ones… hmm… don’t drop things on your feet because it makes them bruise. It’s getting a bit DanAndPhilCRAFTS now. Protip! … What other beauty tips? Drink lots of water. Stay hydrated. ‘Cause then your skin will have a drink. Don’t be afraid to moisturise. I actually started moisturising quite a lot. Cleanse in the shower, then afterwards your face will be a bit dry so then you moisturise after you’ve done that. Protip! “What moisturiser do you use?” I don’t really have… oh, I got some Clinique for Men. I need to stop this now *turns off music* this is endless. I got some Clinique for Men. Why is it for “men”? I would just have the normal Clinique but I got for Christmas in like one of those Christmas things. Apparently it’s specifically designed for my roughed skin. But that is working quite well. Smells quite nice. … “Gendered skin care is ridiculous.” What I think is ridiculous is how the women’s deodorant is always more expensive than the men’s and it’s exactly the same product. It just smells a bit nicer. I can’t believe that. That's should be changed. If it’s the same product, why is it more expensive to be a girl and need deodorant? Who knows? Why does it even exist?
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@amazingphil during his live show on the 8th of June 2017 (x)

Quotes from Phil (3/?)

Meet Phil who dishes out #BeautyTips and bashes gendered beauty products while being utterly adorable. 

When you’re writing your black female characters, you can’t half-ass it. When you’re writing them getting ready for bed, mention them wrapping their hair and putting on their silk bonnets. Does your muse have natural hair? Show her maintaining it. Write about her twisting her locs, write about how long it takes for her hair to dry. Does she have braids? Does she wear weave? And if so what type is it? Did she do it herself or did she go to a beauty salon? Or did a friend do it for her? 

Does she speak AAVE? Can she code switch? Does she have a heavy accent? Mention her putting on lotion so she ain’t ashy. Mention her greasing down her baby hairs. Mention her at beauty supply stores. 

If you’re going to write a black girl, write a black girl with her whole experience. Don’t half it for the sake of your comfort.

Emotions - Chapter 2

Genre: Hybrid! BTS, BTS AU, fluff

Pairing: Hybrid!J-Hope/Hoseok x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of anxiety

Summary: Y/N suffers from mental illness and per the suggestion from her therapist, she gets an emotional support hybrid, Hoseok. 

Authors Note:  I hope you like this second installment!

Post Date: 11/4/17

Prev: Chapter 1 Next: Chapter 3

After washing the dishes, which Hoseok insisted he helped you with, it was time to clean yourselves. You gave Hoseok first whack, giving him a small tutorial on your shower and where the towels were. It struck you as odd that every bathroom had its own quirks. It was then that you discovered he owned a meager amount of clothes. The small duffel bag he brought with him should have hinted at that, but at the time you were more concerned with the man carrying it.

           “Hold on, I may have some oversized clothes that would fit you.” Hoseok gave your small figure a quick appraisal before fixing you with a skeptical look. You simply laughed. From the depths of your dresser you fished out a t-shirt and pants from an ex-lover. Why you had kept these was beyond your comprehension. You were about to leave the folded clothes in front of the bathroom door when you realized something: his tail.

           You fast-walked into the kitchen and found a pair of scissors. Gingerly, you cut a hole for his tail that you hoped was in the right spot and was large enough for all his fluffiness. Once you were satisfied with the dimensions, you set the clothes outside the bathroom door. After knocking, you let him know there was a change of clothes for him.

           It wasn’t more than ten minutes before he emerged from the bathroom. Thankfully the clothes fit him well enough and you saw his damp tail swaying behind him as he walked.

“Oh, I hope that hole is big enough for your tail, I don’t have hybrid clothes lying around. You can let me know and I can adju-“Before you could finish your sentence Hoseok captured you in a damp embrace. His hair let water droplets fall onto your neck as he hugged you.

“You’re so considerate Y/N, thank you so much. I feel so blessed to have been chosen by someone like you.” You returned the hug and then pulled away. It was then that you notice how tangled his hair looked.

“Can I brush your hair?” you asked. Hoseok smiled warmly at you.

“I would love that.”

You went into the bathroom for a dry towel and comb. When you returned to the living room you motioned for Hoseok to sit on the floor in between your legs. With the towel, you gently rubbed his head. You hesitated before patting dry his ears as well. Hoseok hummed in contentment.

Satisfied with how dry his hair was now, you took the comb and began to untangle his hair. It wasn’t hard, his hair was soft and well taken care of. As you brushed his damp hair you realized that Hoseok had wrapped his arms around your leg and was snuggling into it. Finding him very endearing, you set the brush aside and carded your hands through his hair.

“That feels so good,” he commented, tilting his head back. You could see his face muscles relax as you rubbed his scalp and massaged behind his ears. Soon enough, Hoseok had twisted his body around toward you. He suddenly hugged your midsection and buried his face in your hip. Smiling, you continued to stroke his head.

The dog hybrid suddenly looked up at you, his gaze more serious than you had ever seen. He slowly brought himself onto his knees, making your faces level with each other. His hands gently grasped your face and his eye flicked between yours as if he was struggling with something. His thumbs brushed against your cheekbones. You looked back in his eyes and were once again struck by how handsome he was. The intimate contact had heated your cheeks and sent your heart racing. No doubt he could hear it.

Your eyes widened as you watched his gaze flick down to your lips. You swallowed slowly waiting for something, anything to happen. There was a tension in the air and it felt like time was moving through molasses. The conflicted expression Hoseok held suddenly dropped and he brought a sunshiny smile back onto his face. He booped your nose and stood up.

“You should shower too huh? It’s getting late!”

“U-Uh yeah,” you responded, still reeling from what had just happened. You stood up from the couch, blood slowly returning to your limbs. Hoseok padded off into his room and shut the door. Unnecessarily, you cleared your throat. What was that? You thought.

The next morning you woke feeling less than rested. Not only did you have your usual nightmares, but the events of last night had you tossing and turning. You stretched before you threw off your comforter. Padding into the living room, you found Hoseok reading a book on the couch. Perched on the tip of his nose were round spectacles that made him look adorable. His ears perked up and he laid down the book he was reading.

“Good morning!” he sang.

Still half-asleep you mumbled “Morning.” Hoseok noted your zombie-like state and rushed over to you. He ruffled your hair and hugged you close.

“You’re so cute and sleepy in the morning! Ah, I could eat you up.” It was comfy in his embrace and you closed your eyes, almost dozing off before he let go. You peered up at him before rubbing the sleep from your eyes. You yawned once more before turning into the kitchen.

“Do you like coffee?”

“I’ve never tried it. I do like the smell of it though.”

“I can make you a cup,” you offered with a small smile. While you waited for the coffee to brew you looked in the fridge for breakfast ideas. Eggs, milk, bread. Ah, French toast. You began the breakfast ceremony by tying your hair in a ponytail and hauling the ingredients onto the counter. Hoseok’s tail wagged as he observed you: sleepy but still determined to function at some level.

“Ohhh~, are you making breakfast too?” he cooed.

“French toast,” you said cracking an egg. Hoseok eagerly watched you whisk the ingredients together, adding in a little cinnamon and vanilla extract. At first, he was confused why you would make bread all soggy with raw eggs and milk. That did not sound appealing to him. That was until you began to fry the bread and a heavenly aroma wafted into his nose.

As you let the bread fry you began to prep the coffee. It being his first time having coffee, you poured him a cup but didn’t add anything to it.

“Some people, like me, like cream and sugar with their coffee. Other people do one or the other. Some do neither. You can test it out and add what you like.” Hoseok nodded and sniffed at the black coffee. He then sniffed the creamer, a sweet vanilla scent greeting his nose. Before you knew it, his nose was in your coffee too. You giggled a bit.

“You can try mine if you want. I like it sweet.” You offered your mug to him and he took it, his fingers brushing yours in the process. For some reason, the touch made your heart jump. He took a slow sip. His face suddenly turned sour.

“Too sweet.”

“I suppose your taste buds are more sensitive than a human’s,” you mused. “Maybe try just creamer?”

“I think that’s a good idea.”

With enough trial and error, Hoseok found the formula for a perfect cup of coffee: a few splashes of vanilla creamer. You both settled down for breakfast, Hoseok gushing about how delicious the French toast was. Once you were finished, the dog hybrid insisted he do the dishes once more. You passed him the reins and went to your room to get ready for the day. Once you reemerged, you found Hoseok drying his hands.

“I was thinking we could get you some clothes today, that is if you’re up to shopping.”

“Like going to a mall?” he asked.

“Yeah, we can get clothes for you and maybe some things to decorate your room.”

“I would love to! I’ll go get ready!” Hoseok quickly ran into his room, eager to put another new experience on his belt. After getting dressed and washing up, he found you watching TV. Grasping your hands, he hauled you up from the couch and ushered you toward the door. Laughing you gather your purse and keys.

“Okay, okay! Let’s go.”

Thankfully, you lived close enough to the mall that it wasn’t a long drive. Although it was a Thursday, the mall was crowded. The swarm of people immediately tightened your gut with anxiety. Hoseok must’ve picked up on this because he took your hand in his and made you look at him.

“I’ll be with you the whole time,” he said reassuringly.

“How did you know I was feeling anxious?”

“I can hear your heartbeat and well, smell it.”

You made a disgusted face. “You can smell me?”

He laughed and shook his head. “It’s not like that but strong emotions give off certain scents that hybrids can pick up on. I was specially trained to pick up on the signals of anxiety and other things.”

You mulled this over in your head before asking, “So, are you constantly monitoring me?”

“No. It something I pick up on naturally. I don’t have to concentrate.”

You did your best not to suddenly feel self-conscious. If his senses were more heightened than humans, what more did he pick up from you? Shaking your head, you banished your anxious thoughts and took the keys out of the ignition.

“I don’t know if I’ve properly expressed this,” you began. “But I really appreciate what you do for me. I can honestly say I feel better with you around. Thank you.” Hoseok reached over the center console and pulled you into a hug.

“Anything for you,” he murmured into your hair.

The usual scent of mall food greeted your nose as you walked in. Hoseok took your hand in his, causing your heart to race. You hoped he attributed it to mall anxiety and not…something else. Something you hadn’t given yourself time to truly process. The two of you located a map and quickly found a hybrid-clothing store.

Hoseok seemed to be taking the mall in stride, taking in every sight and sound around him. Certainly, the amount of scents and sounds he was processing was overwhelming, but he had learned to dim his senses in situations like this. Instead he focused on the mission ahead and you, of course.

The store was bright and rather large. Several displays held trendy outfits for hybrids of all kinds. You quickly realized that there were sections catering to certain hybrid types. Cats, dogs, rabbits and even foxes had their own selections of clothes and accessories.

“Wow,” you said, looking around. You looked up at Hoseok and smiled at him. “This is all for you so lead the way.” He pulled you by the hand toward the dog section. There he rifled through the clothing racks, pulling out whatever looked appealing to him. Soon his arms were full of clothes and he looked over at you with what could only be described as puppy-dog eyes.

“Why don’t we go try these on and then we can come back,” you suggested. He nodded and headed toward the dressing rooms.

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Hardly working..
and i remember when i met him.

summary: a series of ups and downs in the relationship containing you and Tom.
word count: almost 2k
an: lana del ray is a blessing to this world
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And I remember when I met him, it was so clear that
he was the only one for me.

Ellen laughed with Tom as you both sat together. You had been labeled as ‘on-screen sweethearts’ from the way you both looked at each other and how you acted around one another; cuddly and lovingly.

“I have a question for the both of you,” Ellen smiled as Tom reached for his mug on the log coffee table, you hummed in response, letting her go on as Tom moved back to sit his back comfortably against the love seat. Your hand was on top of his, which was on the top of your thigh. The interaction wasn’t unusual but it always erupted butterflies in your stomach.

“Are you two together or just very close friends?” Ellen asked. The question use to make your eyes bulge out of your head but now, you enjoyed the question.

“Uh,” you cleared your throat and smiled softly, looking down at your lap. “No, we’re not. We’re just really close friends.” You looked back up and smiled at the lady in front of you.

“Yeah,” Tom agreed and looked at you, a fond smile on his cheeks, “if we were together, you would know.” He spoke.

“Yeah, he has a big mouth. You would have known the second we started dating.” You teased, making Tom roll his eyes and chuckle.

“Shade! Shade!” Tom laughed before everyone’s giggles died down, “you aren’t wrong, though.” He noted.

“I know.” You agreed before the talk show went on.

We both knew it, right away.

“Y/N! Over here! Y/N!” A photographer shouted as you looked around the red carpet, arm wrapped tightly around Tom while your free hand held a black clutch. You smiled softly and looked up at Tom, a small blush finding its way to your cheeks, but it was expertly hidden by the layers of makeup on your face. You kept the smile on your face as you looked at the group of photographers before moving along. You could hear the sound of your and Tom’s name being yelled out as you walked down the carpet. You were supposed to do a small interview before going into the award show you were invited to, well, at least you were invited. Tom was your plus one.

You had been asked to go to the Tony’s with the cast you were a part of, Waitress. It was an amazing experience and you loved it, even if you were leaving soon to move to London for a few months.

“Y/N, Tom! Great! Hi!” The interviewer smiled, making a fake smile graze your face. “It’s so great to see you two together.” She huffed out, even with a large smile plastered on her face.

“I’m so excited to see you, I saw your performance on Waitress, the other night and I think it was absolutely breath taking.” She complimented.

“Thank you! That means a lot.” You thanked and leaned into Tom.

“Of course. Has Tom seen you act and sing?” She asked as Tom softly chuckled and squeezed your hip.

“Yeah,” Tom nodded, confirming that he had seen you perform one night. Multiple nights, actually. He had invited RDJ one night and came another night on his own, or the other way around; you weren’t too sure. “She did amazing; I loved watching my favorite girl so something she loves.” A small aw erupted from the interviewer as butterflies flew around your stomach and made your cheeks blush darker now, your heart beating faster.

“He had posted a picture of us the first night he came, I was still in my costume and I was on his back, kissing his cheek. Everyone went crazy.” You giggled as Tom chuckled.

“That they did.” Tom agreed as the interviewer awed again.

And as the years went on, things got more difficult -
we were faced with more challenges.
He was like this hybrid, this mix of a man who couldn’t contain himself.

“I can’t just give up the opportunity! I was offered my dream role, Tom.” You argued as Tom shook his head, hands on his thighs as he tried to make them feel less sweaty.

“I get that, but you just moved here!” He bit his lip, it was your turn to shake your head.

“I know but imagine me not doing this role. I will be devastated and I’ll be in New York. I’ll have my old apartment, we can face time and stuff.” You tried to reason but Tom bites his lip again in thought. He wasn’t too sure if he wanted you to go to New York so soon, he wasn’t too sure if he wanted you to leave in general. He liked that he held you every night and that you were always the first one up, making breakfast in one of his shirts and apologizing when you forgot his favorite coffee creamer. He loved the afternoons with you when you would offer to buy lunch but he would always end up buying it, making you pout. How you would drink tea and read a book while classical music played around the room. You would always do a crossword right after before taking a nap and getting up to go to the gym.

He especially loved the nights, when you would be just out of the shower, hair in a towel, face free of makeup. You would have bags under your eyes and he loved it. He loved them. He loved you. He would much rather look at you without makeup than with pounds of it. You would always cook once your hair was dry and ask how his day was; standing at the island with him as he sat in the bar stool. He loved it. He loved when you would change into one of his shirts and how you would beat him to bed, but you would always be singing something as you laid in the bed, lamps turned off and main light off. He would smile, change and go to sleep with you.

“I know it’s your dream role,” Tom paused and took a deep breath, “why can’t you just stay with me for a little while longer?” He questioned, your lips puckering as you thought.

You could stay with him, let him enjoy your company for a little while longer, but they needed you to get to New York as fast as possible so you could start rehearsal for your role as Zoe Murphy in Dear Evan Hansen. You wanted to stay for years but you only had so much time and you loved musical theater as much as you loved Tom, but your job would take your time from him for awhile and then you would get all the time in the world, in this case, a few months after your debut as Zoe, you would leave and travel back to London and you would hug and kiss Tom until your lips were swollen.

“I wish I could.” Y/N responded and frowned going to hug him.

I always got the sense that he became torn
Between being a good person and
Missing out on all of the opportunities that life could
Offer a man as magnificent as him.

“You should take the job!” You mused as you looked at Tom through your computer screen, your fairy lights twinkling in the background. Tom shrugged, not too sure if he should or not. He had been offered a job in a new movie and he didn’t know how it would go. He didn’t know if he could pull it off, but you were practically begging him to do it, to jump into it.

“Maybe.” He simply replied, making you frown.

“You should do it! It would be so much fun!” Y/N simply spoke and he shrugged again, looking up when his name was called.

“I – uh – I have to go. Mum’s calling me to help Harry with something.” Tom murmured making a deep frown plaster on your face, but you nodded and said your goodbye as he logged off. When he was off and the call was disconnected he debated on texting you and saying he didn’t want to take the job because once he started it, you would be back in London. Your two months were almost up and as soon as it was up you were moving back to your shared apartment. He couldn’t wait but he wished you could see the way he looked at you and the way he talked about you when you weren’t around.

Tom: I’m not taking the job. You need someone here when you get back.

Y/N: Don’t worry about me! You deserve to be a big movie star so go and be one! I’ll still be there when you come back.

And with that he bit his lip and locked his phone, going downstairs to his mum.

And in that way I understood him

“Take the job,” Tom repeated as you shook your head. You had been up all-night arguing. You didn’t want to fly back to the states for another job that you would leave soon. “Why not? You auditioned when you were in New York last time, right? Go and live your dream!” Tom enthused but you shook your head again, letting loose hairs to fall in front of your eyes.

“No point in leaving again.” You murmured. “I’ve lived all of my dreams already; I want to stay here now.” Tom frowned.

“Are you just staying because I’m here?” He asked. You bite your lip, nodding softly. The movements made Tom sigh and rest his hands in his hands.

“Why?”

“Because I do not want to leave you again.” You admitted. “I can work somewhere here. I don’t need to go back to New York. I can stay here.” Tom shook his head and looked at you.

“You have to go back.” He murmured.

“No! I’m staying.” Your voice rose and he bit his lip this time.

“You need to! You’re amazing.”

“I can be amazing here,” you responded.

“Just go!” He urged and you took a deep breath before leaving the room, shaking your head as you went to the shared bedroom.

And I loved him.
I loved him, I loved him, I loved him.
And I still love him.
I love him.

You smiled warmly as Tom held you, his large hands sprawled around your stomach as you guys sat in the park, somewhere in New York.

“It’s beautiful.” He hummed and you nodded, aging with him for the first time in months. “I wish we had more time like this,” Tom whispered and pressed his head onto your shoulder as you took another deep breath.

“We could.” You spoke out but Tom shook his head, disagreeing.

“We can’t.” He responded but you rolled your eyes.

“There’s a job opening for a play called ‘Heathers,’” you spoke and Tom slightly lifted himself up, “I got the job as Veronica.” You told him but the excitement you thought Tom would have, wasn’t there. Actually, he seemed upset.

“I’ll be in Canada, shooting.” He muttered and your eyes kind of widened before they shut and you nodded.

“Right, because I told you to.” She whispered and he nodded, his hands going to rest on your thighs before he rested his head on your shoulder.

“We’ll never be a perfect couple.” He whispered as you let out a breathy ‘yeah.’

theambiguoushero  asked:

Helpful tips for looking at apartments for the first time? I'm going this weekend and I need tips!

Ooooh, SO! I wrote a post on this awhile back, so this is a copy/paste: 

Before you are ready to move: Make sure to keep an updated document of your current and past addresses, landlord phone numbers and other info you’ll be asked on a lease application, including first and last names of other residents, current employment information and so on. Bonus: lots of these things are also useful on job applications! Also, start saving for deposits. Beyond the one on the apartment, you may have to put down deposits on your utilities.

When you are ready to move: Figure out your price range — a good rule of thumb is no more than one-third of your income. Also, clean out your car — lots of landlords notice the small details, and how you take care of your other expensive habitat.

If you’re in a tight market, don’t send a flurry of questions to the landlord ahead of time; briefly introduce yourself, dropping in a detail or two that makes you sound put-together and responsible. Ask for the first viewing possible.

When looking at an apartment: Be sure to be on-time, looking tidy and presentable, then check the following:

1. Hot Water: Go turn on the shower and make sure there is sufficient water pressure and it’s nice and strong and not, as my mom once memorably said of my shower, like having an 83-year-old man pee on you. Also, does the water get hot? Is it the either scalding or frigid kind of shower? That’s nice to know.

2. Safety: Come back by the area at night, during the day, on the weekend and so on. Make sure you feel reasonably safe at all these times.

3. Volume: Consider whether there is something very loud nearby, like a fire station or train tracks or a high school with a sub-standard but enthusiastic marching band. Will this make you crazy?

4. Management: Does the landlord seem at least semi-reasonable? Landlords are tightly-wound people, generally speaking, so you have to give them a little leniency. But, real talk: chances are, if you are in a conflict with them, they will win. They have money and lawyers. They’re business people. Make sure they’re the kind you want to be in business with.

5. Electricity: Be sure to check all the light switches and, if you can, the electrical outlets, perhaps by taking along your cell phone charger. Otherwise, you could end up like my friend who had 14 decorative outlets and two that actually powered things. It’s also useful to check on how many and how well-placed they are. If you like to blow-dry your hair, look for an outlet in the bathroom. It’s nice to have several in your bedroom so you’re not constantly tripping over your bedside lamp’s cord that must stretch taut through the air. And so on.

6. Closets and Storage: Do they exist? Some old houses had bedrooms without closets. Having at least one big non-bedroom closet is a lifesaver, so long as you do not follow my example and allow it to become a dangerous and unstable mess, like a tiny DMZ right there in your apartment.

7. Appliances: Is there a dishwasher, or a washer-dryer? These things are luxurious, but if there is nothing you hate in the world more than hand-washing dishes, then you might make that a condition of your search.

8. Accessibility: Can your furniture logically get up the stairs and into the apartment? It’s a good plan, if you have really large and/or awkwardly shaped things, to measure them in advance, then take a tape measure along with you.

9. Pets: If you have a pet, can they live here with you? The lure of a nice apartment is not justification for dropping your pet off at the shelter. Also, some apartments that say “no pets” can be coaxed into a quiet, well-behaved, neutered cat, particularly if you can provide a reference from a landlord as to your cat’s goodness.

10. Paint: Can you paint the walls? What if you agree to paint them back to the original, sanitarium white when you leave?

11. Parking: Is it extra? Lot v. garage? Remote for the garage? Assigned spots? Street parking at reasonable times? Where can guests park? (thanks, lexingtoncherry!)

12: Additional costs: Which utilities do you pay? Power, water/sewer, garbage, cable, internet …? Be sure to factor these into your cost calculation. (thanks, anserini!)

After seeing an apartment: If you know it’s the right place for you, express that when you see it and then send an email as soon as possible. Thank them for taking the time to meet with you, say that you are very interested, have the deposit money ready and would like to sign a lease ASAP.

run away with me

Synopsis: You meet Taeyong at his birthday party, a rich, high class birthday party that you were just catering for. You weren’t supposed to go any further than that and yet, somehow, you spend an entire year together.
Member: Taeyong/Reader
Word Count: 13,572
Notes: a second installment/companion to this fic, a little before mr bodyguard Johnny came along. somehow it got stupidly long… fucking, but i hope yall enjoy;;;;

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Let Us Go (Mino x Reader)

Requested by anon. I’ll talk about some changes about the requests in a bit. Enjoy!

Originally posted by ikonis

Being with Minho was very complicated. You loved that man and he loved you, but sometimes love is not enough, there was a lot of toxic in the relationship, having to secretly date but dealing with each other every day like you were strangers, seeing him with other women in m/v’s and you had to dress them up in their very revealing clothes or straight up underwear, touching up on your man, it drove you to the stage of insanity.

He had to ignore you, he had to act like your relationship did not go past professional, but he also had to stand the idea of dressing up other idols. Epsecially the legendary G dragon, who had stated that you were his favorite stylist, just the idea of you seeing other men in just underwear was enough to get his blood boiling.

That caused fights, yelling and throwing things, slamming doors, saying things you would never say, tear stained cheeks and soft sobs that could be heard even with the door locked. It was not healthy, not for you nor him. Someone had to stop this, he was not strong enough and you knew it, he was too emotionaly attached to you, every time you had a fight he would sneakily come to the room and cling on to your body, wrapping his arms and legs around you, afraid that you will leave him

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“What is all this?”

He asked when he walked in on you packing the stuff you had left in his house and leaving the stuff he had left at yours. Hurt and confusion written all over his face. Your body and mind was numb, you didn’t feel anything, it was the stage that Minho feared, he knew that if he stopped getting a reaction from you, there was no way of changing it.

“I love you and you love me, but this is real life. I hope we can be professional at YG”

You tired to walk away but she stopped you, wrapping his arms around your waist, making the air leave your body. A tight grip like the ones at night, his nightmare came to life. You are leaving.

“Please (y/n) i’m not a beggar, but i’ll beg for you”

“Let me go Minho, let us go”

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You were used to this. You were back to acting like strangers, but now you were hiding misery instead of love and jealousy, the professional relationship became strictly cold and on arms length. You could not leave your job, he certainly couldn’t leave either.

The pain became stronger when he saw you moving on. Jiyong found you single, he finally had the chance to flirt with you, it was like a stake went through his heart when he saw you walking with him through the halls and whispering about how the restuarant you went was great. He stopped dead in his tracks and looked at you guys backs, feeling his mind burning and his heart aching.

“Are you okay?”

His friend Bobby asked him. Bobby knew about you two, he could understand why you walked out of that relationship, but he could also acknowledge how much pain that caused. He had good relationships with him, but whenever he tried to bring it up to you, you would raise a thick brick wall and shut it out.

“Do you want an answer?”

He sarcastically answered. A bitter smile played on his lips, the lips that missed yours so much, or just a simple touch from your soft fingertips.

“Come on, the others are waiting for us”

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He couldn’t sleep at night. The bed felt too cold, he missed how you would lay on your back, waiting for your face cream to dry, how your hair would tickle his face at night, how you had a problem breathing so you would sleep with your mouth slightly open, how you would put a ton of blankets just so you can sleep with a shirt and underwear cause you hated pijama pants.

Then he wondered. Was Jiyong getting to know those habits? Did he started to figure out your night routine, maybe now you slept with your hair down, maybe now you would wait for your cream to dry before you laid in bed with him. Sleepless nights became his new habit now.

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One day he cracked. He couldn’t stand your bright smile, You had to dress up his group and you were a tad bit too happy.

“Give me a minute”

He said and left the room, banging on the door. The guys didn’t know about you, it was your choice, so they thought it was just nerves from Taehyun leaving.

“(y/n) go talk to him, he always seem to listen to you”

Jinwoo said. Honestly you were curious about his blow up too, so you just nodded and walked out. He was just sitting at the end of the hall, his eyes closed and breathing through his mouth. You debated on if you should approach him or not. You took a step but stopped “Did he want to see you?” You thought.

“You can come, I want hurt you anymore”

He said. He heard the door opening and closing, he heard your hesitant heel clicking on the well polished floor. He felt a bit happy that you came out to see if he was okay, it meant that you cared.

“Are you alright?”

“Do you want me to be honest?”

“Yes”

“Then no i’m not. I haven’t been fine since you left”

“We were both unhappy before I left”

You defended yourself. He had held back his anger all this time, playing his character and keeping his composure like a well oiled machine. But hearing you saying that… it broke him.

“Who told you I wasn’t happy? You did that on your own”

“It was more of a fight club than a loving relationship”

“Bullshit!”

His voices was loud and booming, going throught the empty halls. You tried to keep your cool, if you both started yelling you would cause trouble, it could also cost you your Job.

“You just wanted the place clear for Jiyong”

That was it. You hand acted for you and slapped him hard, he looked back at you surprised. Instead of a poker face there was now an angry face, with tears filling up the eyes that he was never getting bored at staring.

“I loved you more than I loved myself. I stood by your side when no one was there, ME! the girl you are accusing did that. How dare you say that to me? You think you are the only one hurting? That only proves how selfish you are”

You were whisper yelling. You tried so hard to keep the tears in your eyes, but once you let all this out, one managed to slip out. You wiped it off as you turned your face on the other side, sniffing your nose.

“I miss you little wolf “

Your nickname. That silly nickname he gave you when you went to the zoo and he had to drag you away from the cage of wolfs. You were so fascinated by them, it was like you were in the pack. After that you got a tattoo of a wolf on your right thigh.

"I miss you too”

“Then why do you insist that we were not meant to be? I know you turned Jiyong down, you tried but you couldn’t. That’s what you said to him right?”

You nodded. Looking at the ground, you felt to arms pulling you, the second after your face met his shirt, as his palm and long fingers went to your hair.

“I love you”

“I love you too”

Have you ever had a long travel and you get that warm and comfortable feeling as soon as you step on your house? It’s the same feeling you felt when you relaxed in his hug. You let a long breath, kind of like that breath you leave after you unbutton your jeans, that relief of free space.

“Will you come back home?”

“Baby steps, let’s just take baby steps for now”

“What the queen wants, the queen gets"