i am most likely wrong though

There’s Nothing Wrong With You

One of the best pieces of advice I ever heard was “There’s nothing wrong with you”. 

It was a Monday morning and I was relaxing with friends in a hotel pool after playing Lollapalooza. A lady bobbed opposite me sipping a ginormous glass of rose, and we started chatting. She was a stylist and told me that, when her clients tried outfits on and looked at themselves in the mirror, she would tell them “There’s nothing wrong with you”. I asked her why and she said, “because we all think there’s something wrong with us ”. It was such an odd, simple notion, but I felt like a little flower had opened up inside of me. It hadn’t occurred to me that it could be a universal feeling. There was always something so wrong with ME, I hadn’t considered that other people might feel the same. The comment stuck with me like glue for the next year. 

Illustration by Lan Truong

 I lived most of my life feeling like there was something deeply wrong with me. Everything I did was somehow geared towards fixing the parts of myself I thought were bad or ‘broken’. There was also an odd safety in being broken. I could quietly blame it for anything that went wrong in my life: “It’s not my fault: I’m f**ed up and I am very sorry!”. For a while, I had counselling, and though it was extremely helpful, I started to feel uneasy at the idea of chatting about my problems, potentially for years, if I chose to. Like, really… When would I be fixed?

For me, life =  Experiences + reactions to those experiences. The only power I have is choosing how I react to them. So, though I might have uncomfortable emotional reactions, I can choose to a) accept these emotions, instead of resisting them, and b) not interpret my thoughts as the Solid Gold Truth. Whatever your problems may be, (diagnosed or not), they don’t equate to you being broken. In my own life, it’s been unhelpful to think of mental health problems in this way, particularly when you’re struggling. You are who you are at this moment in time, and you’re doing your best. Brains are plastic. People can, and do, change.

Illustration by Lolrel

  If you follow my music, it probably won’t come as a big surprise to know that I’ve dealt with mental health issues for a long time. There have been 3 things that have helped me decrease periods of depression though. For anyone in the same position, I hope this helps.

1. Meditation

This changed my mind + my life. I started doing meditation in 2013 after Electra Heart had ended. I was burnt out and desperate for change. I took no classes, read no books - just looked at a 5 minute explanation on the internet. I didn’t even do it every day. Just 20 minutes in the morning or evening. In the beginning, I felt a little dubious about the idea of “wasting 20 whole minutes” on meditation each day. But here’s the thing: Meditation is like a vacuum for your mind. It sucks up all the dust and rubbish thoughts. I can easily waste 20 minutes looking at something on the internet that I’ll never think about again, so I can invest 20 minutes in something that changes the quality of my life. This blog described Meditation as “one of the best responses to modern information overload”. I truly believe it can be an antidote to our digital lives.

Illustration by Lolrel 

2. Exercise

I know, I know. When you’re depressed, the last thing you want to do is go outside INTO THE REAL WORLD! But if you’re bottom-of-the-barrel depressed, you have nothing to lose. For years I loved to declare that I “didn’t have a body that could run”  (in order to escape ever having to actually run). But when I start meditation, the negative thoughts about myself decreased and I started to want good things for myself. The motive of exercising was not to lose weight, so it had a different energy to it.

3. Identifying With Thoughts

The reality is, I still deal with depression, but my reaction to it is different. I am more aware of its mechanisms so I don’t take my thoughts as seriously. I try not to identify with a thought and interpret it as truth just because it came into my mind. Why? Because the way I think and respond to events is largely based on my past experiences, so how can I know that my thoughts are my own and not coloured by my past? This is why I don’t always trust my thoughts, particularly when they are of the negative variety. A book I hugely recommend on this is called “Power of Now” by Eckhart Tolle. 

I’ve wanted to write this post for a long time for people who struggle with similar issues. Our culture has taught us to see happiness as some kind of end goal, but for me, the best thing about it is that it doesn’t stick around forever. Human beings need to experience some level of suffering in order to evolve emotionally and consciously. And though depression often feels like you’re stuck, or stagnating, it can also be a healthy way of your mind telling you that something isn’t quite right, and that it’s in the process of changing. We tend to view sadness as something unnatural, or negative, but perhaps viewing it as a necessary process might help us accept the low periods, and move through them more easily.

Before writing my last album, I honestly thought that I had just been born unhappy and that depression was a permanent part of me. I don’t believe that anymore. When I was writing ‘FROOT’ I felt like I was kissing goodbye to a big chapter of my life. That portion of my youth was heart-splitting and lonely at times, but it was also dazzling and beautiful. And that’s how life is for a lot of us. If only I’d known all those years that it was just part of being human.

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Love, Marina












*seriously in Bourne, he had to wear glasses most of the time he’s so cute*





YOU PLANET-SLAUGHTERING, ASSASSINATING WARMUNGERING BASTARD but go my cute fuzzy creature, you have done nothing wrong, I love you and if anyone DARES harm you I will BACKHAND THEM WITH MJOLNIR

Seriously though this is why Judge Dredd never takes off his helmet.



the signs as Mr Robot quotes

/you can also use moon/mercury sign/ 


“Are we savages, or are we brave?“ // “The world’s a dangerous place. Not because of those who do evil, but because of those who look on and do nothing.” 


“Isn’t that where it’s comfortable? In the sameness?” // “We’re both too smart to allow pettiness to dictate our actions.” 


“Annihilation is always the answer. We destroy parts of ourselves everyday. Annihilation is all we are.” // “Don’t shit a shitter.”


“She may look innocent, but I’d be careful.” // “Even though what you did was wrong, you’re still a good kid. And that guy was a prick. Sometimes that matters more.” 


“In my life, as I was making my way, I always asked the question: “Am I the most powerful person in the room? And the answer needed to be “Yes”. To this day, I still ask that question, and the answer is still “Yes”. In every room in the entire world, the answer is “Yes”…with exception of one…or two.“ 


“You don’t like people?”

“Not most of them, no” // “The minute you remove emotion from this, you’ll do just fine.” 


“I should just tell her what she wants to hear.” // “People who get violent get that way because they can’t communicate.” 


“I’m good at reading people. My secret, I look for the worst in them.” // “We inherently trust no one, including each other. I’ll never be able to tell her there will always be this divide, my walls she can’t look over… and she knows it.” 


“I will not be owned.” // “When they say “if your friends jump off a bridge, would you?” – he would. Without hesitation, just to prove something.“ 


“People walk around acting like they know what hate means. Nah. No one does until you hate yourself… I mean, truly hate yourself. That’s power.” // “Shit. I’m gonna have to let him hug me, aren’t I?”


“Sometimes I dream of saving the world. Saving everyone from the invisible hand, the one that brands us with an employee badge, the one the forces us to work for them, the one that controls us every day without us knowing it. But I can’t stop it. I’m not that special. I’m just anonymous. I’m just alone.” 


“Fantasy is an easy way to give meaning to the world. To cloak our harsh reality with escapist comfort. After all, isn’t that why we surround ourselves with so many screens? So we can avoid seeing? So we can avoid each other? So we can avoid truth.”

Punk (Chap. 2)

Originally posted by kryzx

Summary: You’re head over heels for your best friend Bucky and hate the nickname he gave you as it doesn’t exactly scream romance.

Word count: 1805

Warnings: Cursing, low-self esteem, chubby!reader x bucky, idk….

A/N:  I hope you like this chapter, for some reason I enjoy it a lot though it’s not much.  I have a three day weekend coming up so hopefully I can continue working on my fics.  Thanks for your patience and I LOVE the feedback :]


Natasha Romanov was many things: ace assassin, hotshot hacker, super spy.  Pleasant in the morning?  No. Not one of her virtues. You might as well have poked a sleeping bear with a pointy stick; their reactions were generally the same.  Though the bear was more likely to let you live, come to think of it.  But desperate times called for desperate measures.

 The red head cradled her mug as she shuffled back towards the bed with eyes half open.  You took that as an invitation, though it probably wouldn’t work on vampires, you’d have to remember that should the time come.  You kicked the door shut and plopped onto the bed where a half-naked Clint was slowly entering the world of consciousness.  You signed “good morning” to him once his confused expression grazed from Natasha and back to you.  He grinned puckishly before speaking aloud, “Is it my birthday?”

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The Summer Fling (Chapter 9) - Dylan O’Brien

Author: @were-cheetah-stiles

Title: “Salsa and Beer”

Relationship: Dylan O’Brien x Reader/OFC

Warnings: Smut……….. I know. I don’t know where it came from.

Author’s Note: A few things, I really never thought I would write smut for this series. I am just as surprised as all of you. I tried to keep it less explicit than usual. That was my compromise with myself. What else… oh um, if you ever go to Burbank, go to Salsa And Beer. it is legitimately the best Mexican food i have ever fucking had. those flautahs… i have dreams about them. also, yea, uh, enjoy. there’s only about ten chapters left so relish it while you can.

Summary: Dylan talks with Posey about what happened the night after his first appearance at ComicCon, before returning to New York and having a night that he never expected and will never forget.

Chapter Eight - Chapter Nine - Chapter Ten

Originally posted by mieczyslawr

Dylan handed his menu back to the waitress and smiled as she walked away. He then turned his attention back to his best friend sitting across from him, examining the lunch hour crowd around them in the busy Burbank restaurant. “Thanks for coming down here for lunch, man.”

Tyler turned his head as he heard Dylan’s voice and he smiled. “No problem, bro. I was just chilling today since all the Comic Con craziness from last week is finally over. How long do you have until you have to be back at the hotel for the rest of the American Assassin press?” He asked, leaning back as the waitress brought over their beers.

“They gave us like two hours, or something. We’ve got time.” Dylan clarified while smushing his slice of lime down the neck of his Corona.

“So what happened on Thursday night?” Tyler asked, getting straight to the point of why Dylan frantically texted him the other night asking if he could have lunch with him that Monday.

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Either the precursor to this previous set or a direct result of the decisions made in it.

(The soft-shaded style with lines was supposed to be a faster style than my usual one what happened?)

diner girl | jughead x reader

Originally posted by alinok

a/n: this is a different type of piece so i hope you guys enjoy this! requests are open! 💋

“order up”

i blow a strand of hair out of my face as i pick up the next order waiting to the table at the back accomodating to a local couple, they were older but always order the same thing, two coffees and onion rings.

“here you go” i smile brightly placing the order out onto the table “if you need anything else’s just let me know” i smile picking up the empty coffee pot and wondering back to over to the counter

“louis and amelia in again?” hermione asks and i nod brushing the crumbs off my yellow waitressing uniform and adjust my name badge “yeah, i hope I’ll be like them when im older”

i sigh leaning against the counter earning a playful smack on my butt from the lodge woman “you’ll find someone your young gorgeous smart-” she emphasis the smart placing her hands under my chin “and a waitress you forgot to add a waitress” i tell her sarcasm laced in my words

the bell dings indicating more customers, i smile recognising them instantly; they were in my year at school one being Hermione’s daughter Veronica lodge the newest member, Betty Cooper the blonde cheerleader, Archie Andrews the red headed sports jock and musician and finally Jughead Jones

“now there’s an eligible bachelor” hermione smirks as the brunette boy smiles at me before slipping into the booth with his friends.

i blush a strand of hair falling in my face, the older ladies eyes widen at my response “let me go work some magic-” she smirks

“no H please please don’t embarrass me” i complain trying keep her from going over to the group

she grabs my cheeks in her hands and i dart my eyes to see if the group is looking and sure enough jughead is, he chuckles as we make eye contact and i furrow my brows in embarrassment.

i let her walk away as i wait another table trying to keep myself busy and i imagine hermione is telling the boys how im a lonely single 17 year old.

i walk over to my tables and refill some coffee mugs before i discretely glance over my shoulder to hermione and the teenager only to find they’re eyes already on me.

i glance at the brunette boy curiosity on his face and he watches me whilst popping tomato sauce drenched fries into his mouth. I’m quick to look away continuing to busk the tables.

i scoop up the half empty coffee pot and make my way past the table hoping that they wouldn’t notice me sneak past but i was sadly mistaken, the raven haired waitress pulled at my arm tucking me under her arm.

“just the girl i wanted to see” she muses, “you guys need anything?” i ask pulling out my notebook and placing the coffee pot down they shake their head conversation falling silent.

i top up veronicas mug with coffee and pick up my tray removing the empty milkshake glasses and onion ring baskets. i turn to leave put hermione grabs my shoulders pulling me back.

this throws me off and send my tray crashing to the floor the glass shattering and bits of left over food and milkshake flying everywhere. i cuss and drop down trying to clean it up as everyone stares.

a scream fills the small diner and we perk up trying to find the source of the scream, my eyes land on the red headed girl and instantly roll at the drama queen.

“you just got milkshake all over my new shoes!” she cries out pointing to her white pumps small droplets of chocolate milkshake splattered on them.

“sorry ill just grab you a napkin” i mumble stepping over the spill and handing her a clean napkin. she scoffs at me flinching away from my outstretched hand

“you can wipe it you spilt it” i bite the inside trying to remain calm, i bend down and wipe her shoes clean placing the napkin on my tray “can i help you in any way?” i ask and she clears her throat.

‘i’d like another strawberry milkshake free of charge for the inconvenience of your tragic waitressing skills” i pull out my notepad scribbling down her order “ill notify pop to remove it from your bill”.

she places her hands on the table “you might wanna clean up your mess now” she sasses her friends giggling at me.

i turn and collect the mop and the dustpan, hermione already crouched on the floor tending to the glass “hey its okay I’ve got this can you make sure cheryl gets her shake and mr green gets his cheese burger” she nods.

“i think pop need to re think his poor staff choices, a lodge and a (y/l/n) god he really lucked out” i concentrate on cleaning the spill and try and block out cheryl rude comments.

archie and the group watch my intently as i finish cleaning my mess and walk over to the blossom girls table for the bill. i pick up the scrunched up cash and head to the till when the red head grabs harshly at my wrist.

“now make sure that all that money makes it to the register wouldn’t want your sticky fingers thinking its a tip, you know with all your family history’ the girls snicker and i smile down at cheryl.

before heading over to the till “spoilt brat” i mutter “excuse me what was that?” “i said you spoilt little brat” i repeat myself crossing my hands across my chest.

“you miss blossom are a huge pain in my ass, you come here and harass us all and you think that its okay all because your last name is blossom’ i spit my anger boiling over “the way you treat people is disgusting”

she raises her eyebrows “its not my fault you can’t do your job properly klutz, don’t even think that i don’t notice you always refilling their glasses and baskets of fries without costing them” she argues gesturing to the group of four.

i walk up to the counter and empty my uniform of my tips and place it all in the till “there happy? now all their meals are paid for” she taps on the table “wheres my damn milkshake” i grab the milkshake off hermione and walk over to her

“one strawberry milkshake?” she smiles sweetly at me and nods, with a smile on my face i turn the cup upside down at let the shake pour from the glass o the top of cheryl’s head.

she screams and wipes the shake from her face “you you-bitch!’ she stand from the booth snickers coming from the booth behind me “get the hell out of my diner, oh and heres your money back yano for the inconvenience”.

she storms out and i glance at a very un impressed pop walking toward me with  a mop “she been harassing me and hermione for weeks pop i had to put her in her place” he huffs and shakes his head “just get it cleaned up kiddo”

a round of applause fills the diner and i grab the ends of my dress curtseying at the crowd “thank you thank you very much” i smile my gaze falling o=n the group smiles of amusement clear.

“id clean up your mess missy if you still want your job” hermione tease smacking my bum playfully “yes mama” i tease dragging the mop across the diner floor soaking up the spilt shake.

“I’m headed home V you coming?” her daughter stands from the booth biding a goodbye before walking past me a slipping a 50 in my apron “oh no Veronica i can’t take this”.

i remove it and try and hand it back to the raven haired girl but she shakes her head “uh uh you kept it- its your tip okay, and call me V thats what my friends call me and after tonight you are defiantly one” i sigh placing the money back in my apron.

“thanks V, see you around?” 

the blonde girl stands along with the red headed boy “it getting late jug we’ll see you at school” he nods continuing to eat his burger as the last of his friends leave the diner.

i grab the bill for my last two tables and star wiping down the booths removing them from empty dinner plates and drinks. it was just after 11 and everyone had cleared out leaving an eerie quietness leaving only a single customer; jughead.

i sit on the stool at the top of the diner waiting for pete to arrive for his shift so i could finally go home.

i walk over to the occupied booth nervous “hey” i say softly gaining the young boys attention, he tilts his laptop screen down smiling up at me “can i sit?” he nods and i slip into the empty seat opposite him.

its silent for a few seconds but he breaks first “(y/n) right?” i nod “thats me (y/n) (y/l/n)” i laugh nervously “jughead jones?” “the third” he adds smirking.

he pushes the bowl of fries over to me but i shake my head declining them and he shrugs plucking more and throwing them into his mouth. “heard a lot about you” he starts wiping his lips with his thumb.

my eyes flicker from his lips to his eyes “oh really?” i state playfully “miss lodge seems to have an endless list of compliments about you-” i roll my eyes siting back my hand outstretched on the table top almost touching jugs.

“correct me if I’m wrong but are you perhaps single?” “as a matter of fact i most certainly am, you?” i move my hand closer to his our fingers brushing together. 

“i am in deed, there this girl though” he start continuing to flirt “there always is” i muse “she gorgeous actually, intelligent, funny and can actually be a pain the ass sometime but i like it” “maybe she just has a great sense of humour” 

he narrows his eyes “maybe, she has excellent taste in clothes too, but i almost never see her out of the incredibly yellow waitressing uniform” his eyes fall to my lips then back up to my eyes.

the bell rings and i look past jughead to see Pete entering giving me a small wave before clocking in. i slip out of the booth “you have a thing for ronnie’s mum?” i place my hand over my mouth faking shock.

he exhales laughing and shaking my head at me “told you she was funny” i grab my bag from behind the counter and push on the door starting my journey home when i hear the bell ding followed by heavy steps.

“(y/n) wait” i turn and start walking backwards “you need something?” i ask turning forward when he finally catches up “let me walk you home?” he questions and i sigh “fine this way” he laces his hands with mine and we begin the short trip to my house.

we create small talk until the familiar house comes into view “this is me, thank you for walking me home” he smiles shyly “anytime” i go to walk up he steps but he stops me placing his hands on my face.

he presses his lips to mine in a sweet warm embrace, i kiss back instantly my hands darting to his suspenders pulling his body flush against my own. he smiles into the kiss and i break away stepping back a few steps.

 “what about hermione?” i tease.

“oh be quite and get your cute ass over here” i walk back over to him wrapping my arms around his neck as we continue to kiss butterflies thrashing my stomach.

best shift ever.

This guy just made my day

So this guy just made my day 100% better. How? Well as I was knee-deep in watching Buzzfeed videos on Youtube I saw this guy in my recommended. So I clicked on the video (he was ranting about his annoying emails). I watched it and I laughed and I thought, “Hm he seems like a cool dude I wonder what else I can watch?” So I find another one of his videos and have at it. Then after like 5 vids I find one entitled My Sexuality.

And in it he starts telling the story of when he was in the 5th grade and how he’s never really had a “crush” before and how even in high school he never felt the need to “do the do”. Long story short he ended the video with saying that he was demisexual ( a person who does not experience sexual attraction unless they form a strong emotional connection with someone). And tbh that was the best thing I’ve ever heard. It was like music to my ears. Here’s this guy running a Youtube channel with over 100,000 subscribers and he’s demi. That just makes me so happy. Being asexual it’s often very frustrating and hard for me to find other people to relate to that are a positive uplifting influence that’s relatively close to my age (He’s almost 24 if Wiki is accurate). This guy has 100,000 subs and he’s demi. Let me say that again. THIS GUY HAS 100,000 SUBS AND HE’S DEMI.  Here is a person whose discovery story I can identify with. He is a youtuber that I can relate to.

Although I am pretty comfortable with my own sexuality I still have my “I feel like such a broken and wrong individual” days. And whenever I have one of those days I hate all the sexual innuendos that same of my other fav youtubers use (though on any other day I would laugh at cause sexual innuendos are hella funny most of the time) cause all it does is just jab at my wounds of feeling different and that there is no one on that platform that feels the way I do. So finding someone that does is such a euphoric feeling.

I know the “sexuality” video is about 5 months old but discovering it was like finding a gem. Even if it was 5 weeks old or 5 years old just knowing that this video is out there makes me happy cause it just means I’m not as horribly alone as I thought I was. 

Evan Edinger( evanedinger) thank you so much for making that video. Thank you for making me realize I’m not as alone with my sexuality as I thought I was. Just thank you. It makes me feel so much better.

You subscribe to him here on his youtube channel. He makes videos every Sunday.  Have a wonderul day!

BTS Reaction | Them getting mad at you


I feel like Jin can get angry easily sometimes, but it doesn’t get serious very often. Only some bickering here and there, but serious arguments are rather rare. If you did something really hurtful to get on his nerves though, he would most likely talk about it with you in a calm tone. However, he could raise his voice a little, in specific occasions.

It was the heat of the moment when you told Namjoon something that Jin really trusted you with. You regreted it immediately after and had a bad feeling in your gut. But it was Namjoon, one of Jin’s closest friends, and you hoped that it wouldn’t anger him that much. However, that didn’t work exactly like you have planned.

“Ah, Y/N, I really thought I could trust you with that..”, Jin said with a disappointed tone. He sighed and avoided you gaze bitterly.

“I’m sorry.. How can I make it up to you?”, you said, pouting.

Originally posted by je0n


Yoongi had a very stressful day and you tried not to get on his bad side. However, you felt pure fear when you told him that you accidentally cracked his phone display, he’d watch you with a blank stare. I feel like he can get really sassy and scary when he’s mad. He mustered the sharp cracks deep within the glass and tried to press the button to turn on his phone, which, unfortunately, didn’t work. You bit your lip and looked at him, waiting for his reaction.

“Are you for fucking real? I can’t even trust you my phone?”, he huffed annoyed and threw his mobile on the table, not caring if it cracks more. Yoongi stormed past you, sighing. However, it wouldn’t last long after that until he came back to you to apologise, saying that he overreacted and asking for a tight hug, to soothe all his stress away.

Originally posted by sugaa


Namjoon would look frantically for you around the house. A long time ago, you guys have planned a whole evening alone for each other, since he’s often out with his band to practice or diverse errands, which won’t allow you much time alone. However one of your best friends called you out on a meeting. You didn’t want to neglect Namjoon, but didn’t want to neglect your best friend either. I’ll be at home before he arrives, anyway, you thought to yourself.

Unfortunately, that did not happen as you planned. This leading Namjoon to call you.

“Y/N, where the hell are you?”, he asked you, his annoyed voice obvious.

“Hey.. I’m out with F/N…”, you mumbled, realising what just happened.

“Remember what we’ve talked about? I didn’t thought you’d disappoint me like this..”, you gulped. “Home. Now. Or you’ll get punished real hard, you hear me?”. With that you excused yourself and quickly started to make your way back home.

Originally posted by ksjknj


He would explain to you the plans about the new comeback that was about to come, but you were too distracted by your thoughts, this leaving his words fall on deaf ears. After a while he noticed you were absent and didn’t pay attention to what he said. Hoseok snapped and stood up, sighing annoyed. You lifted your gaze from your phone and gave him a questioning look. Hoseok looked at the ground and ran a hand through his locks in an angry manner.

“What’s wrong?”, you asked his sudden actions.

“Really?”, he turned to you, “Ugh, Y/N you never listen to me! Why am I even trying..”, he said and walked out of the room, giving you no time to answer. After long time and many apologies, he would come back to you, of course. Even though there would still be some awkward moments of silence, they wouldn’t last.

Originally posted by hob-e


I feel like Jimin can’t really get mad at you. The most you can do is make him cry, but that’s in really extreme situations. Imagine, you forget his birthday present because of too much stress from school, work and responsibilities. That also leading the two of you to distance yourselves from one another. He’d understand your reasons, but that didn’t mean that deep down he wasn’t hurt. Jimin couldn’t hold back his tears when he finally got to be alone, even though he knew that you’ll give him the present later on, he couldn’t help but feel a little bit neglected.

“I’m sorry, Y/N, I’m so sensible..”, he mumbled while you held him tight in your embrace, wiping his tears away. You promised him a day only for you two alone, to make it up for him and gave him a sweet kiss on the forehead.

Originally posted by sxydaebak


Taehyung can get really mad if you are mad yourself, in my opinion. You two were getting ready to drive to the airport. Meanwhile, you packed your things and noticed that you were in a rush so you felt stress build up within you. You started to get mad at all the things lying around while hearing the time tick by, which added more pressure. Taehyung would notice that, nonetheless, feeling himself getting worked up too.

“God.. where is my jacket?”, you huffed while frantically looking for your coat.

“How should I know? Stop making such a fuss!”, he complained and threw his own things inside his luggage. You shot him a glare, deciding it’s better to not argue back and continued to look for your jacket. He would probably not mutter a word the entire ride, needing his own time to calm down, until you reached the airport.

Originally posted by ky-ngsoo


When he noticed you “neglecting” him and spending way too much time with your friend for his liking, he got the feeling that you were ignoring him. He watched you two laugh about your insider jokes and sighed, excusing himself from the room. Before exiting the room entirely, though, he would slightly turn around and catch you with the back of his eye to see if you noticed his absence. His mood dropped even more when he saw you carelessly laughing at another joke. Jeongguk rolled his eyes and stormed out of the room. After some time, you notice him being gone for quite a while and you went to look for him. A few moments later you found him on the balcony, looking at the vivid city lights glowing in the dark.

“Baby? What are you doing here..”, you were concerned and put your hand on his shoulder.

“Why don’t you go talk to your friend?”, he huffed, jealousy quite obvious in his voice, not even sparing you a glance.

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I love you all!~~💖🏹 • Min-Seo

anonymous asked:

you're the first person to talk about how disgusting deenerys is to the slaves and freedmen. can you make like a comprehensive post about it, please? i'm rereading the books and so i don't remember well.

 I don’t at all remember exactly all I have ever said on this site, but I don’t remember ever using the work ‘disgusting’, if I did, I want to take it back right now. Slavers and slavery is disgusting. The way Daenerys tried to liberate slaves wasn’t disgusting, it was just stupid and wrong with disastrous consequences… And delusional, ignorant and hypocritical. 

Trust me though, I am by far not the only one, and most certainly not the first to declare Dany’s Mereen campaign all I said above and more. Loads and loads of people have criticized it and named it for what it is. 

I’m not gonna make a comprehensive post aka meta, because I literally do not even have the time to update the last two chapters of my fic (sorry bout that). I’m crazy busy and I lack both the time and energy necessary to look up book quotes and everything. 

I’ll give you a from the top of my head list, though, which is gonna me crazy long and detailed still. Hope that’s sufficient to give you an idea: 

- It’s lovely that she wanted to free slaves, but the reasoning sucks. She is perfectly fine with Drogo collecting them to afford the ships she needs, nor does she actually ever liberate Mirri Maz Duur and the other women, she merely stops the raping. In the first two books she not once mentioned because disgusted by slavery. When she goes to Yunkai, planning on buying the Unsullied, there’s not a vessel of her brain that protests against this plan because she’s so anti slavery. The truth is that Daenerys ‘liberates’ the Unsullied because she can’t afford them. She was planning on buying them. The Human Rights Declaration 1948 part of my brain knows this makes her guilty of slavery. Her anti-slavery campaign starts cause she’s broke, which is the worst of reasonings… despite all the claps she receives for being so kind-hearted. 

- The way she liberates them is stupid. She makes very different kind of mistakes in Yunkai, Mereen and Astapor, which is kinda amazing in a way, because all three cities are completely in ruins after she interfered, one more so than the other, but still. We can conclude she learns nothing as she goes, cause she keeps screwing up. Astapor may or may not be her greatest monstrosity of all. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Yunkai turning her back on her and becoming her 1# enemy was as predictable as anything (really, Dany? leaving the government and military fully intact? So odd, that they eventually rebel) and Mereen was, if anything, the prove we didn’t need to know Daenerys is a shit ruler. Dany and her anti-slavery campaigns indirectly killed many many people and brought prosperous cities to total ruin. 

- Just adding this: from a superficial moral pov liberating slaves is a really really good thing, but you can’t just say ‘and now you are all free’. Very little has changed in the actual lives of these people Dany ‘freed’, which only shows how little Dany-I-know-what-it-is-like-to-be-bought-and-sold-Targaryen understands of slavery. She delcares them free and believes the issues are gone, but that’s of course not at all how it works. Being a slave doesn’t just mean you’re the property of someone else. You can’t take slavery out of society by just banning it. Slavery is part of Essosi culture, it goes very very deep. She underestimates that, because, despite her own believes, she knows nothing of what it’s like to be bought and sold. She was Drogo’s exotic trophy wife, she became his queen for crying out loud, gained power, independence and was freed of Viserys. She compares that to being the absolute scum of society? Nah. Not impressed. 

- Let’s be real, Dany’s real, main and true goal is the Iron Throne. She’s not planning on staying, she’s in no way planning on dedicating her life to it. Odd right? To think freeing a society is something that doesn’t have to be someone’s life’s work. Liberating slaves, their freedom, is a stop along the way to her. She takes it so seriously that she didn’t even come up with a long term plan. She’s using this as a way to ‘learn’ how to rule. Think of that… liberating thousands and thousands of people is not something she sees as her life’s goal, it’s just a learning process to Daenerys before she goes for the real price. 

- Daenerys doesn’t pay the unsullied. Where were they supposed to go after she ‘liberated’ them? They were eunuchs who killed infants babies as part of their training, an inhumane training, with no family, no loved ones, no nothing. They had nowhere else to go but to follow their blonde princess. It looks like they choose her because she’s their mother Theresa, but honestly, it was the only option for them… And she doesn’t pay them. They’re slaves who’re ‘allowed’ to leave whenever they want. Ha. What exactly has changed for them, I ask? 

- Daenerys uses unpaid labor for public work projects in Mereen, something with beans it was, I think. *cough* slavery *cough*.

- Daenerys allows freed slaves to sell themselves back into slavery because the ‘freedom’ she offered them is worse. She also keeps part of the bargain. Ha.

- She crucifies over a hundred people who may or may not be guilty of any crime, doesn’t care to check their guilt. It disgusts me how people shrug this off with ‘they were slavers’. I personally don’y believe in fighting cruelty with cruelty, especially not when that cruelty comes from anger about a certain thing that the executed may or may not have been guilty off. And she allows them to choose themselves who among them gets killed. That’s one way not to get the guilty ones punished.  

- I can come up with a million things of what she does wrong in Mereen, really. She’s too cruel when she needs to be soft, and too naive when she should be wary. One example that I’ve always ‘loved’ because it’s so ironic, is when a rich woman comes to her, asking for help. The woman has lost her son and husband during the sack and fled her house to hide with family. When the woman returned to her house, she found it taken over by prostitutes, who were all wearing her jewelry and dresses. The woman pleads for Daenerys to help her get her home back. Dany’s judgement? The woman gave up her rights to her home the moment she fled… can you feel it? Remember who else fled her home and now wants it back? Exactly. Oh George.. the irony. 

- Daenerys uses torture. People always use that example of the minors, and of course this was especially horrifying, but no one can deny she’s guilty of systemic torture

- Daenerys believes her way of living is better than that of the Mereneese. She’s right kind of, about slavery and all, but not everything about the Mereneese culture is curel and savage. She complains about the fighting pits, she complains about people eating dogs, she complains about the way people dress… oh right, she actually has teenage boys murdered solely because of their choice of dress

- While Mereen starves and bleeds and suffers and nothing of Astapor remains except ‘Hell on earth’- Quintyn Martell, she sits in the tip of her fancy Pyramid, eating sweet fruit and drinking wine, looking down on her ‘free’ subjects, complaining about her many burdens as self-declared queen, dreaming about when to find a moment alone with her dear dear handsome Daario- who’s, obviously to everyone but Daenerys, using her. I can’t.  

- Have I mentioned she doesn’t care about Mereneese culture? She doesn’t put much time into learning about it, and all that she learns she waves away and deems inferior to her own. 

Oh RIGHT! She’s just a girls… she’s just learning! She’s trying! She wants to be good, she wants to do the right thing, she… means well

Do thousands of people have to die cause she means well? Me don’t think so. Kinda odd, isn’t it, that sacrifices like that must be made to make someone suitable to rule, when about every character in ASOIAF is more suitable to rule. Why does Daenerys gets to make these sacrifices? Cause she’s her mad daddy’s daughter? She’s not even the actual rightful ruler. In the books there’s Aegon, who’s going to turn Daenerys in a real usurper (the one she learned to hate all her life) and in the show there’s Jon. She’s not even the rightful ruler. She’s just a girl with too much power. 
That said, after all the experience she’s had and all the learning moments that have come her way, she’s learned fairly little. She continues to be delusional and ignorant and constantly makes mistakes she’s made before. 

To quote my favorite quoran: Dany ostensibly means well, yet destroys about everything she touches, cities, people and complete societies… yet people want her to be queen of Westeros? I think they have suffered enough. 

That’s all I can come up with without picking up the books. Hope you kinda understand my pov better now. If you don’t, that’s fine. Most Daenerys stans can’t be turned away from the dark side anymore, not after all that. 
What I mean is… if you can still support Daenerys and believe she should rule the world after all the crap she’s done… well, there’s nothing she can do to change your mind. 

Seriously, could one of you please explain to me what purpose r+l=j even serves in the narrative if Jon a) needs Dany to be the fire to his ice; b) Dany will get the Iron Throne; and c) they fall in love and get married or some shit???

The way I see it, if we don’t work under any of these assumptions ie a1) Jon “is” ice and fire on his own just fine; b1) Jon will end up on one throne or the other; c1) Jackassys isn’t the grand love story of this series (read “in Jon’s life”), three major plot points only become possible in the first place:

1) Jon is the metaphorical embodiment of ice (Stark) and Fire (Targ). Probably the prince that was promised and his is the Song of Ice and Fire (War of the Others vs Dragons). Since people love to talk about the grammar: High Valyrian makes no distinction to gender, it does however differentiate between plural and singular. The Show mixed it, but I personally don’t think Azor Ahai and tptwp are the same person. The first is a legendary figure for the followers of R’hllor, the later is a targ-specific thing. I’m on the Rhaegar = Azor Ahai, Lyanna = Nissa Nissa, Jon = lightbringer = ptwp team. Though I could be wrong about this, but no matter how the solutions to all these prophecies look like (if we even get some) Jon being fire and ice on his own gives him the most credentials for being some sort of legendary figure. To make it clear: Him being a targ is more or less a requirement for this.

2) He has a claim to the Iron Throne (somewhat) and will probably end up as king - either over all of Westeros or the North, though I am more and more starting to believe in the first option (thanks @thewesterwoman). This also makes him a potential rival for Dany, paving the way for some sort of targ!bowl in the end. Again, r+l=j has to be a thing for this to be possible.

3) His secret parentage frees him to pursue a romantic relationship with one of his “sisters” as described in the original outline. Again, this can only happen under the condition of Jon not being Ned’s bastard, but the son of Rhaegar and Lyanna.  

But if we work under the jackassys-supporting assumptions …

1) His targ-father becomes completely meaningless. He could have just been Ned Stark’s bastard son to fulfill the “Ice” part of the equation. He literally doesn’t have to be a secret targ. It wouldn’t matter at all. 

2) Dany already “has a claim” (somewhat), so she could easily end up on the IT herself with Jon as her consort. Again Jon’s targ!blood becomes completely useless. Being a stark would have been enough to unite the North and the South, probably even better.

3) The only purpose of Jon being a targ would be for him to … keep the good old incest tradition going with another targ. I’m not saying that people shouldn’t ship it because it’s “problematic” - I honestly couldn’t care less about that - but grrm himself stated that this practice lead to the downfall of the targs so it wouldn’t make any sense for the series to “celebrate” it. Again, Jon not being related to Dany would make a lot more sense, her learning from her ancestors mistakes and pursuing a relationship with her metaphorical counter piece, not with the last living relative she has.

What I’m saying is that jackassys would make a lot more sense if Jon simply was Ned’s bastard son. Him being the son of a stark and a targ simply robs this ship of a lot of narrative significance. This ship being canon, or more importantly endgame, would rob r+l=j of a lot of narrative significance. It could serve a purpose as a temporary “romance” before Jon finds out about it, but for the ultimate conclusion of the series? It would have no, or at least no “positive” impact. I do not understand why grrm would write in the biggest twist of the entire series only for it to have no real importance. He could have literally left it out, working only on Jon being “worthy” despite his bastard status, as he is still doing in the books.

Unless someone can explain to me what purpose r+l=j would even have, other than keeping the targ-line full of targ-blood, which grrm doesn’t seem to be too keen on, if jackassys was the quintessential piece of the series, I’m going to assume that it will at best be a temporary thing (the whole accidental incest thingy) and that … you know it , Jonsa is endgame.

Pillow Shirt

“May I borrow some of your shirts?” Peter was stiff as a board with the exception of his fingers, which twitched at his side. He looked like he wanted to stuff his hands in his pockets, unfortunately, his underwear did not come with such a thing. His smile shook with nerves. He leaned against the wall in a manner that looked uncomfortable.

Tony paused in the middle of rolling down the ACDC shirt he’d grabbed off the floor. Rocket, Groot, and Tony had finished fixing up the Milano yesterday, so plan was for Peter and the other Guardians to leave Earth later today. Tony and Peter had agreed to have one last hurrah the night before. Most of their clothes were still scattered on the floor.

“Do I look like a Macy’s?” Despite his quip, Tony took off his shirt and held it out to Peter. “You want this one?”

“I’m not calling you a store. I just want to borrow some shirts.” Peter snatched the offered item and hurriedly tugged it on.

Tony stood up and went to his closet. He pulled out a few shirts that he either hadn’t worn or had worn only once or twice. “I got some clean ones here, if you want.”

“It’s cool. They don’t need to be clean or new.”

Tony paused. His eyes roved over Peter, considering.

Peter was a sight in nothing but boxers and Tony’s shirt from the night before. His hair was a mess, and there was a hickey on Peter’s neck from earlier in the night.

“How are you going to attract alien babes in my dirty shirts?” Tony asked, trying get a read on Peter.

“Aw, come on. You don’t smell that bad.” Peter grinned.

Tony smirked. “You been smelling me, Quill? Sounds kind of stalkerish.”

“What? No! You just have a really strong smell. Not a bad one though!” Peter gesticulated frantically. “You smell really nice. Not that I really notice. I mean…” Peter groaned and buried his face in his palm. “I’m acting so uncool right now.”

Tony snickered and chucked one of his most worn shirts at Peter’s head. “Aw, Spaceman, are you gonna dress your pillow in my shirts? How romantic of you.”

“And what if I am? Something wrong with a guy putting another guy’s shirt on his pillow? Come on, dude! Who knows when I’m going to see you next. You’re like my… my…” Peter frowned as he tried to come up with the word he was looking for. “…my soul mate.”

The term ripped the metaphorical rug right out from underneath Tony. “We’ve barely gone out on a date, Peter. I think ‘soul mate’ is a little strong.”

Peter huffed in annoyance. One hand fell to his hip where his fingers tapped impatiently. “I’m not saying we’re some destined, epic, love story. I’m saying, I feel like you really get me, and I get you. It’s like we’re both feeding off of each other’s energies. You know?”

Tony did know. Meeting Peter had been like when he met Rhodey and Bruce. The moment Tony had met them there had been an electric rush of endorphins, and he knew instantly that he wanted them as friends.

Even so, Tony pretended to mull over Peter’s question before hurling another shirt at Peter’s head. “You think I’m that easy, Quill? You’re not getting that kind of confession out of me for a long time, pal.”

“Aw, come on, Tony.” Peter exaggeratedly pouted.

“Nope. Nice try, you James Kirk-wannabe.”

Never Again

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Warnings: angst, drugging, *POSSIBLE TRIGGER WARNING* mentions of attempt sexual assault and rape, livid Steve, and a happy fluffy ending.

Word Count: 2200+

Request: Could you write one where Steve saves the reader from something terrible and has to comfort her and take her back to the others? A lot of fluff maybe? Of that’s okay? - @thechangingcolourswithinthewoods

A/N: Man, sorry this took so long for me to get to! I finally got internet back!! I don’t know why my brain kept going to this idea, but it was the only thing it could push out. It’s a little dark, but doesn’t get graphic. I’m not sure there’s enough fluff in it I tried to put as much in without making it super long. I hope it’s enough.  I also am running on like three hours of sleep, so I’m sure there’s a lot of typos. I hope you enjoy though!  

The gif is not mine. Credit to the wonderful creator. (I know it’s not captain, but it fits for the most part.)

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Something was seriously wrong. They lost contact with Y/N twenty minutes ago, and everyone was scrambling to find her. Steve had given up sitting around waiting and slipped into the mansion. It wasn’t supposed to be a difficult mission. Y/N would sneak into the party and find the target. There she would try to get as much information out of the target as she could, and from what they could tell it was going to plan. Y/N was a charming woman, she was using it to her advantage for nearly half an hour before she went radio silent. One second, she was purring words into the man’s ear, the next there was nothing. Not even F.R.I.D.A.Y. could find her with all the other bodies in the party.

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Although I am incredibly sad that we’ll never see a Host video, I respect Mark’s decision, and I think it’s the right one (if nothing else, the right one for him!). However, I think there’s a bright side to this that we’re all missing.

While this means we’ll never get all the answers on the Host, it also means that most headcanons will never be proven wrong. This means, for example, I am free to believe:

-Underneath his trenchcoat, the Host wears a cocoa brown sweater. This sweater has bunnies embroidered in the bottom left corner in a slightly lighter shade of brown.

-To warm up his narration voice for the radio show, the Host sings Total Eclipse of the Heart into the mirror. Yes, the mirror. Even though he’s blind. It’s the principle of the thing.

-The Host’s radio show is like Welcome To Night Vale, except that, at any one time, three of the characters have taken on the appearance of Owen Wilson. This curse rotates to different characters every episode, and is actually never once addressed in the story at all. Only the Host knows this fact.

-The Host will occasionally narrate something totally false in order to freak people out. “As Dr. Iplier passes the table, he trips and spills his hot coffee into Ed Edgar’s eyes. Directly into them. Seriously, right on target. Perfect aim, possibly on purpose.” The room descends into chaos. A fist fight might happen. There are screams and church bells ringing. In the distance, sirens.

-He pretends that his narration is an involuntary reaction to avoid conversation.

“What do you think, Host?”

“The Doctor asks for the Host’s opinion. The Host discusses the situation, and then attention shifts to Silver Shephard.”

“That wasn’t an answer at all.”

“The Doctor is incredibly rude, dismissing Silver Shephard’s time to speak.”

“I know you don’t have to narrate. You just don’t want to tell me.”

“The Host thinks the Doctor should refrain from being a giant pissbaby and move on.

-The Host has a cousin named The Accountant. The Accountant is, in fact, a physical therapist. This fact bothers the Host immensely.

Giving In to Snow

Soooooo, this is a fic which has been a long time in the making. It was inspired originally by @snowbazzled ‘s post about an Aridante au , but I’m so glad I can finally present it to you. It got a lot longer than I originally anticipated, so I’m going to put it into three parts so as not to crash on mobile. So, here you go. Here’s to the lovely @snowbazzled and to my wonderful beta @rabid-faery who I truly couldn’t live without.

Set during their eight year.

Genre: pure fluff

Words: 10,838 (all 3 parts together)

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

January 1st, Baz

On January 1st, I wake up alone. Simon is not in his bed, nor is he in the bathroom. It is the first time I can remember since about third year that Simon has not only been awake, but out of bed (and actually out of the room) before me. 

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Originally posted by sneakyshelby

Requested by Anon

Arthur laughed as he saw Michael’s jaw twitch. The grip around his glass tightening to the point that Thomas had to remove it from him.

“Something wrong, Michael?”

“Fuck off, Arthur.” He glared at his cousin and returned his eyes to your body. The pink dress, one he’d bought for your birthday, was one of those new styles; beaded and tight to the body and he wasn’t the only one enjoying the view.

I don’t like the way he’s looking at you
I’m starting to think you want him too
Am I crazy? Have I lost ya?
Even though I know you love me, can’t help it

The man you’d been talking to for most of the night was one of Isaiah’s friends. Michael watched as the greasy git’s hand settled on your waist and he lent in to whisper into your ear, causing you to giggle and blush.

Burning rage hissed through his body like deathly poison, screeching a demanded release in the form of violence. So much so that he grabbed the glass right out of John’s hand and swallowed everything in one gulp.

It had stared out as a bit of fun.

Teasing Michael had turned into a game and you loved winning. You’d have thought that, by now, he would have grown used to see you with other men…

A quick glance ensured that you were wrong. He was trembling as his cousins laughed around him. You rolled your eyes and turned back to your companion, James.

He was handsome and had been buying you drinks the whole night. You weren’t one to turn down an opportunity, so you’d entertained him with all the charm you’d learned from being around a bunch of Shelby’s.

And I’m puffing my chest
I’m getting red in the face
You can call me obsessed
It’s not your fault that they hover
I mean no disrespect
It’s my right to be hellish
I still get jealous

Tommy pushed Michael back into his chair and pointed a warning finger at him. The last barfight he’d gotten into had destroyed an entire pub and Tommy wasn’t in the mood for trouble.

“Oi, Bettie, come over ‘ere!”

Arthur was one of Bettie’s most frequent companions and Michael barely glanced up as she passed behind him to get to his cousin.

“Why don’t you ‘ave a seat over there on Michael’s lap, Bet.” Tommy suddenly said. She blinked at the blue-eyed man slowly before smirking and doing as she was told.

The look of pure shock on Michael’s face threw the entire table into another round of laughter. This drew your attention and you faltered mid-sentence when you realised what they were laughing at.

The blonde slut was slung across Michael’s lap, arms around his neck while she kissed it slowly up to his lips. The man himself was flushed and staring right at you over her shoulder.

You’re the only one invited
I said there’s no one else for you
‘Cause you know I get excited, yeah
When you get jealous too

James clicked his fingers in front of your face and you swallowed thickly as you refocussed on him. The blonde’s giggling was making it difficult, though, and soon enough you were excusing yourself from the bar and storming towards the back where it was quieter.

The couple that had been nuzzling each other quickly scrambled out of your way as you swore at them, struggling to light a match.

You hadn’t expected that he’d fight back. He’d tried to play the game too but he’d broken the rules.

None of the men you flirted with ever did anything more than touch you. The slut kissing his neck was grounds for murder, in your books, and you were hard-pressed to find reasons to stay where you were instead of storming back into the pub and dragging her out by her hair.

I turn my chin music up
And I’m puffing my chest
I’m getting red in the face
You can call me obsessed
It’s not your fault that they hover
I mean no disrespect
It’s my right to be hellish
I still get jealous

You glanced up sharply as someone came in and then scoffed when you noticed that it was Michael.

Your rage held all the power of a wildfire, he could practically see the flames roaring in your eyes, ready to ignite anything that you encountered.

“Go away.”

“You’re mad?” Michael growled, eyes narrowing. “You’re mad? After I’ve had to spend the last few weeks watching you rub it in my face that you don’t want me after I told you I loved you?”

Your fingers stung and you hissed as you realised you’d burned away the whole cigarette with your angry puffing.

“I’m mad because she was fuckin’ kissing you, Michael!” you slammed the little silver case onto a nearby table. “I’m mad because of all the men I’ve flirted with, none of them’s ever kissed me!”

He halted his slow footsteps and blinked at you as if he couldn’t fathom your words. He’d seen you leave the bar with at least five men.

“I’d never let them touch me like that because I was waiting for you to man up!” you tugged off your earrings. “You told me you loved me? Fine, then show me! What’ve you done beyond watch me from across a bar, Michael? What happened to our talks and picnics and the bloody flowers?!”

He surged forward and you gasped as he cupped your face, teeth clashing as he growled into your mouth. You clutched at his shoulders and moaned when his hand slid down to your hip, pulling your body closer.

“Fuckin’ hell, you drive me mad!” he mumbled against your neck, sucking a big bruise as you ran your fingers through his hair. “From now on, if another man even s’much as breathes in your direction, I am going to fucking pull their arm off and beat them to death with it.”

You giggled and leaned forward to kiss him again slowly as your hands worked their way into his trousers, tugging at his cock. You looked up at him from under your lashes and grinned the groan deep in his throat. “Yes, sir.”

‘Cause you’re too sexy, beautiful
And everybody wants a taste
That’s why
I still get jealous

Essays in Existentialism: Blind II

Could you do more blind!Lexa? Please? But the blind AU! How magical! Can we have a bit more? How did they meet? How did they fall in love?

Previously on Blind 

The park was nearly empty, and that made the artist feel more at home. Quiet as it was, she heard the rumblings of the world in the city just outside of the park. Cars zoomed past and buses whooshed as they lowered for passengers, and all of the while, Clarke worked in her sketchpad, not minding at all the notion of an impending storm.

Overcast and almost gloomy, the thick, grey clouds refused to leak, at least for the moment, holding off for as long as they could, as if in favour to the city below. The whole day they waited, like an over-filled balloon so that it looked like at times even the tall buildings would pierce them. 

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Yo, so I am asexual biromantic. I try to explain this to people and all I get are “you’ll feel it when meet the right person” and usually some illusion to “and it will be a guy”. That’s when I know that that person is not the right person for me. I have a boyfriend now who is *perfect* when it comes to things like this. We are super cute and cuddly, but we have been together for a while and we haven’t so much as kissed on the lips. But there are other ways to be intimate, even physically. He loves it when I kiss his neck and that’s something that I am comfortable with. I love it when he kisses my collarbone. That’s the most physical that we have gotten and it works for the both of us, even though he is hetcis. He respects all of my boundaries and I feel loved with him. I never feel broken or wrong when I am with him. It’s hard for me to feel romantic, but with him I do. It is possible to find a cute and romantic relationship and be asexual. You just have to hold out for the right person.

anonymous asked:

Kard reaction where their child is more attached to their s/o! Happy ur better☺️☺️☺️

sure! and thank you thank you so much~~

B.M -

Matthew’s hurt feelings would mostly be a show~ He would pretend to clutch his chest in agony whenever your child crawled towards you first or accepted a bottle from you more easily, but you would be able to tell that he was just playing around. He may not seem like it sometimes, but he is a mature person and a devoted father, and he would understand that for the earliest part of his child’s life, they would pick a favorite. He would just not-so-patiently wait for them to grow out of it~

“Aww, come on, kid! I’m lovable too!”

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J.Seph -

Taehyung might feel the betrayal a bit more personally~ He’d treat it as a bit of a joke too, to preserve his pride, but he’d genuinely worry about whether or not he was showing his child enough affection or care, and would definitely try harder. It would be less about earning the babies favor, and more about him needing to reassure himself that he was doing his equal share of the responsibilities as a parent.

“Do you think… that I’m not doing enough, ____?”

Originally posted by jeonsshi

Somin -

Somin would take it the hardest, and the most personally, out of all of them. She’d wonder what she was doing wrong, how she could possibly have made her child hate her before it knew what that word even meant! You’d have to assure her that the baby didn’t hate her, it was connecting to you subconsciously, and it had nothing to bear on the form or quality of her parenting~ (Don’t be surprised if she brings her niece over for a surprise visit to try and make your baby get jealous, though~)

“What am I doing wrong!”

Originally posted by redthevelvet

Jiwoo -

Jiwoo might actually be the opposite of bothered by this!! She is an independent person naturally, and while she would love her child more than anything else on the planet, she would definitely feel the strain that parenthood can place on a person. She’d be relieved to find the the baby actually preferred your company, so that she wouldn’t feel guilty for not spending every second of her day with it, like you’d most likely have too~

“I always knew that you’d be the best parent, ____~”

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Vulnerability is terrifying. It is hard to be honest with yourself and scary to share that honesty with others. Will I still be liked? What if I’m not good enough? Will I be rejected? Outcast? Ignored? Laughed at? What if they leave me? And even though these questions run through my mind, I feel so happy when others share the truth to their lives. I think it’s beautiful, even if the truth is not.

 I am a positive person and I am human. Believe it or not, these two things can exist simultaneously. Positivity does not mean I am always perfect. I search for happiness, I feel grateful to be alive, I find the silver lining. But sometimes, I don’t. Sometimes I don’t even try. I have healthy coping strategies that I will push away just because using them sounds like too much work. There are days where I feel like the world is against me even though it’s not. Some days it’s just dark. And even though I am not perfect, I want to always be honest.
 I think a lot of runners (and non-runners) feel like they are alone when things go wrong. We look to others for help but only see that they handle things gracefully. Well, here I am, and I’m not graceful. I’m messy. This week, I cried more times than I can count. Since I can’t walk without crutches, I have spent most of my hours in bed. No, not with candles lit and comforting music. Just lying there, hoping the pain would magically stop. I cried in my office because making it to campus was so difficult. I didn’t want to eat. I haven’t stretched or moved in over a week. Right now, I don’t see how this will make me stronger. I don’t see the good in why this happened, I don’t care if I will be a better runner because of it.
This week, I was just sad. And I am still sad. But I am getting up more. I still can’t walk, but I am eating amounts that any active athlete would be eating. I asked a new friend to get lunch, I reached out to old friends. I laughed a couple times. I wouldn’t say I’m better, but I wouldn’t say I’m falling apart anymore. I may not be graceful or happy or have it together. But I am here. And I will be honest. You are allowed to be angry, to be sad, to not be okay with what happened. Show up anyway.