i have a poster in my shower

songsandeyeglasses  asked:

How do you redecorate without breaking your fragile bank account??

I love this question! Everything on this list is under $30, and most of it can be purchased from the safety of your dorm room couch.

Decorating on a Budget

1. Plants: Plants are my personal favorite decor (apart from Xmas lights). They’re inexpensive and look great in any location. If watering a plant every day doesn’t work for your schedule, get a cactus! I water my cacti twice a week.

2. Xmas Lights: I try to distance myself from people who say that Xmas lights are just “seasonal”. I have three different strands of lights up all year long, one in each room and one on my outdoor balcony. These lights are perfect for parties, romantic evenings, etc. 

3. Candles/Incense: Dorm room or apartment landlord permitting, candles and incense really help an apartment feel more homey. They also help stave off the smell of your cat’s litter box, which is always a plus.

4. Posters: Posters aren’t as expensive as you think they are, but poster frames are ridiculously expensive. And you can’t buy the cheap ones, they fall apart instantly- you have to buy the $40 ones. My advice to you, buy posters and hang them up carefully with pushpins or tape.

5. Clocks: Buy a cool clock off Society6 or RedBubble for $25. It’s my belief that the right clock can help brighten up an otherwise dull-looking room. I bought my boyfriend this Bob’s Burgers clock for his birthday last year.

6. Shower: You don’t need to use the low-grade weak shower head that came with your bathroom. You can buy color changing shower heads and spa quality shower heads on Amazon for $25. Go forth! Always keep your old shower head somewhere safe, and put it back on when you’re ready to move out. There are lots of great and truly unique shower curtains out there on the internet, but they’re expensive. You’re better off buying one from Target or Walmart.

7. Night lights: I am the sort of person who always needs to pee at 3am. I have always used night lights in my bathroom and kitchen because they’re so much better than blundering around in the dark. Similar to the Xmas lights, they help create that “mood”. I have these cute little lava lamp night lights.

8. Glow in the dark stars: Just trust me on this.

9. Chalkboard paint: Dorm room or apartment landlord permitting, chalkboard paint can help turn your room into a perpetual canvas. A friend of mine from college did this to his incredibly small room, and it looked so good.

10. Beaded curtain: Beaded curtains help make small spaces appear larger. We have a beaded curtain hanging in our hallway currently, and it’s great. You don’t need a super expensive one that was handmade by the indigenous people of wherever. Just a simple one to put in a doorway or hang on the wall to change your space.

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I wanted to have put some kana/kanji posters on the wall above my desk, but I couldn’t find any I liked the look of, so I decided to make my own, and since there’s no reason ot keep them all to myself, I’ve made the .pdf file versions of these posters available from my Google Drive. Feel free to download, print and display wherever you’d like, near your desk, on your door, or my personal favourite, on the wall of your shower (inside a sealed plastic slip, of course).

Happy studies!

download here

risquetendencies  asked:

bokuroo + sleepy or bittersweet?

“Your eyes are literally closed, Bo.”

“Nnngh, they’re not.”

“Yeah? How many fingers am I holding up?”

“Your middle finger.”

Kuroo frowns down at his right hand, which indeed only had the middle finger up. “Okay, fine, but that’s because you know me so well. Bokuto, just go to sleep already.”

“No,” Bokuto tries to say, except he yawns halfway through, and never quite finishes the single syllable word. His head slumps forwards until it hits Kuroo’s shoulder, and then he just stays there, breathing soft and warm against Kuroo’s neck.

“C’mon, Bo. You just yawned in my face.” Kuroo yawns himself, even as his arm comes up to wrap around the other boy. “Why won’t you admit defeat?”

“Because,” Bokuto starts, and then he trails off, long enough that Kuroo thinks he really did fall asleep. Then, in the quietest mumble Bokuto is only capable of when he’s really, really, really tired, or when he’s feeling really, really, really bad, he says, “Because it’s our last night together.”

That makes Kuroo pause. His grip on the other boy tightens without him really noticing it. Slowly, he lifts a hand to Bokuto’s hair. It’s soft now, like it always is after he showers. Like down feathers. 

“I know,” Kuroo says, staring across the room at the single volleyball poster he’s put up in all the years he’s lived here. Even Kenma has more posters up in his room. But this is home. And with Bokuto here, it’s even harder to think about the packed boxes and suitcases waiting in the hall for morning.

“I know,” he says, “but we’ll have many more sleepovers in the future, okay? You can come visit me in my dorm, I’ll take the train to your uni. Yeah?”

Bokuto shoves his face further into the crook of Kuroo’s neck, and they both adjust into a now-familiar hold. “Mmkay,” Bokuto’s muffled voice says, slow and warm. “We’ll see each other a lot. On court, too, so I can kick your ass.”

“You mean, so I can kick your ass.”

“Nuh-uh,” Bokuto says, but it’s slurred now, and his weight is growing heavier in Kuroo’s arms. 

Kuroo smiles fondly down at the cuddly lump on his chest. He lays them both down on his bed, so small now with two grown teenagers stretched out on it. Bokuto’s breathing evens out, and soon after, Kuroo follows. 


feel free to send in a prompt for a quick drabble!

Remember, remember

Originally posted by beautifulshuas


pairing; woozi x reader

summary; you fall into a coma after an accident and you try to remember your boyfriend jihoon.

wow this is so bad for my first one i’m so sorry. i’ll do so much better next time ! feel free to leave any requests :)

may 30th, 2015

sunlight streamed through your blinds as your eyes fluttered open. they immediately widened when you realise you were no longer in the car. your bed sheets had been freshly washed and smelled of vanilla and home.

“that’s strange,” you thought out loud. your dream had been so vivid you had almost convinced yourself it was real. but you were awake and unscathed; the only evidence against the realism of it all. sighing, you heaved yourself out of bed, calling for your boyfriend.

“woozi?” no response.
“jihoon? were are you?” you began to panic once you checked the kitchen. usually, he would make you breakfast on lazy days like this. you decide to check his studio, to see if he was working on a new song. you froze as the door creaked open.

everything was gone. his speakers, his plushies and figurines, the expensive computer he bought for the sole purpose of composing. all of it was gone. just like jihoon. you frantically rushed around the room, sweeping away the dust and cobwebs. instead of a brand new mic stand, in it’s place stood a rusty hat stand. the comfortable swivel chair he almost broke? now replaced by a rocking horse you never knew you had.

without another thought, you shut the door behind you and took a seat on your couch. your shelf was peculiarly bare; every picture of the two of you had disappeared. or rather, he had disappeared from the picture. beginning to convince yourself he was part of the dream, you head to the kitchen to make yourself a hearty breakfast.

you must’ve been less awake than you thought because next thing you know, a glass tumbles to the floor with an ear-splitting crash. all of a sudden, your vision is filled with darkness and a car window shattering into oblivion. you shook your head and watched your hand twitch as you swept and disposed of the broken glass.

a knock resonated through the house, gradually become louder and more urgent. grimacing, you tidy your hair before opening it to reveal your best friend. holding a cake?

“happy birthday y/n!!” they stood in front of you proudly, thrusting their homemade cake into your face. you became solemn and half-heartedly took the cake.
“birth…day?” you whisper, your throat dryer than the sahara desert. water, you needed water
“you forgot your own birthday? are you ill? you do look kind of pale,” your best friend tattered as you shut the door behind them, still holding the cake. y/bf/n had not yet noticed the uneasy atmosphere.

“why aren’t you ready? you said you’d be ready by one and it’s already coming up to half two!” they took the cake from your hands and set it on the counter before pulling you off to your bedroom. they immediately noticed the crumpled sheets.

“did you have a nap again? you know you shouldn’t nap in the afternoon like this. it spoils your sleep pattern!” y/bf/n hurriedly makes your bed, letting you wonder over to the posters you never realised were on your walls. each one of them read ‘seventeen’ and you squealed when you saw jihoon on a poster, your jihoon.

“my…boyfriend…” you mumble, reaching out to the smooth paper. you heard your best friend tut in the midst of your thoughts and it brought you back to ‘reality’.

“how many fanfictions have you been reading? yes y/n, i understand your bias is woozi but we have to get ready. it’s a long drive to seoul and we need to get going! we already missed their debut concert because of your relentless napping skills.” y/bf/n began flinging random clothes from your closet onto your bed as you made your way to the bathroom for a quick shower.

december 23rd, 2016

“hello, we are…seventeen!” thirteen boys bowed in unison on your phone screen. just as seungcheol was about to start talking, the livestream buffered from all the traffic; you sighed in exasperation. all you wanted was to watch your ultimate group do their annual christmas livestream for carats all over the world. they had dressed up in cute santa suits and sat comfortably in front of a towering christmas tree. seriously, it was so big that mingyu probably decorated it by himself.

just as you were about to check your wifi box, the video reconnected and once again, you focused on woozi. what they were saying didn’t particularly interest you; you enjoyed watching jihoon’s little mannerisms. you enjoyed watching his eyes disappear when he smiled and you enjoyed hearing his adorable laugh and gummy smile.

seventeen decided on a segment called 'our q&a’ following the release of s.coups, vernon, woozi and ailee’s single. they played rock, paper, scissors until it was decided that woozi go first.
“hmm, ok. what’s my favourite smell?” carat’s flooded the comments with scents like vanilla, lavender and the seaside.
“cinnamon.” you said out loud.
“my favourite smell is cinnamon!” you froze.
“ok next question, what do i like to do on rest days?”
again, the comments said things like 'sleeping’ or the odd 'being around soonyoung’.
“anime. you like watching animes.”
“ok time’s up! i actually enjoy watching animes with joshua-hyung.” you screamed and dropped your phone in shock.

“ow,” you muttered, feeling for a nosebleed: your phone hit you pretty hard. unsurprisingly, there was one.
“great,” you cried. you stumbled out of bed in your christmas onesie and headed towards the bathroom. the sight of you, blood dripping from your nose, triggered another vision.

this time it was darker than before and you felt someone shake your shoulders, calling out to you. in your vision, you lifted a heavy hand to the side of your head and felt something warm and sticky.

shaking yourself out of the vision, you hastily cleaned yourself up and decided it was time for bed.

present day

jihoon sat nervously in the plastic chairs that creaked with every move. he had not slept properly since the accident and spent his days

and most nights

watching over you at the hospital. the staff gave up on telling him that visiting hours were over; he would always find a way back to you.

he had noticed how you would twitch or tense your hand, as if something intense was going on behind your closed eyes. the beep of the heart monitor was close to driving him insane but jihoon knew he could wait it out. for you.

jihoon felt terrible about the accident. it was entirely his fault and he was sure you were to end it with him once you woke up. had he been focusing on the road instead of your sleeping figure, he would have seen the speeding car, the headlights and the police vehicle right behind it.

it was a hit and run that left him devasted. once the ambulance loaded you up, his car was towed to the garage and he got a lift home in the police car. needless to say, jeonghan almost threw a fit when he showed up at his house in the middle of the night, climbing out of a police car.

he was brought out of his trance when the beeping began to speed up. it was ever so slight but jihoon noticed and rushed to your side at once. the spikes became stronger and he couldn’t believe his eyes.

sunlight streamed through your blinds as your eyes fluttered open. except it wasn’t sunlight, it was a harsh white light that was unnecessary at this time of day. immense pain shot up your body and you felt like groaning. but your throat was sandpaper and you coughed weakly instead. the sound of plastic crashing to the ground and shoes squeaking on the linoleum floor were brought to your attention.

“you’re awake…you’re awake!! oh my god y/n, you’re awake.” it was jihoon. but this time, he wasn’t a recently-debuted pop idol. he was your boyfriend. your jihoon.

“jihoon?” you said weakly, the oxygen mask a little restricting.
“yes baby? what is it? are you in pain?” you managed a strangled chuckle at your boyfriends concern, a polar opposite to his usual cool composure.

“lots of pain jihoon, but i’ll be ok. i had the weirdest dream though…” now it was his turn to laugh through his tears.
“you’ve been a coma, silly. after the car accident you were rushed to hospital. i’m so sorry, it’s all my fault.”
“no, i’m sorry for putting you through this jihoon.” he stood up to his full height wow so threatening and crossed his arms over his chest.
“don’t you dare apologise! it was in no way your fault and you should rest well and recover. don’t apologise again!” he exclaimed.

“woah, calm down there shorty.”

“i’ve never wanted to hear you call me shorty so badly.”

Wanna one reaction to their gf being rank 1 on Produce 101 on a elimination episode

Jisung

He’d be so hyper about it. Running and jumping of happiness around the dorm.

Jisung “Have you ever seen someone as awesome as her?”

Jaehwan “Yes, me. I’m quite awesome since birth.”

Jisung “I didn’t ask you.”

Jaehwan “You did ask and I’m still much more awesome than her, but congratulations to your girlfriend.”

Originally posted by parkji-hoons

Sungwoon

He’d be so happy that you ranked number 1. He would show off to everyone that you are 1st place.

Sungwoon “Second main vocal come here.”

Jaehwan “What is this time? Again about the girl who comes here daily and sucks the life of the maknaes?”

Sungwoon “She likes to play with them, stop overdramatizing. She placed 1st this week in Produce 101. I knew she is liked by everyone, but this much it amazes me.”

Jaehwan “It doesn’t amaze me at all. I actually like her too, maybe more than I like you.”

Originally posted by kimsjaehwan

Minhyun

He’d be so happy that you placed 1st this time. He knows that you are talented and you deserve it.

Minhyun “She never disappoints me. She’s so good at everything. God, I’m so proud.”

Jisung “Man, why are you crying?”

Jaehwan from the other side of the dorm “Tears of happiness. Pat his butt and go.”

Minhyun “This house is getting crowded. We should get rid of someone. Jaehwan, you’re first.”

Originally posted by oneminhyun

Seongwoo

He’d be so hyper about it. He’d run around in the dorm and hug everybody. make you an altar

Seongwoo “Never thought that she is better then me but damn she’s perfect and finally getting the recognition she deserves. ”

Jihoon “If she’s 1st now it doesn’t mean she’ll be the first in the end. I have experience.”

Seongwoo “Yaa, kid. Don’t bring my hopes down just because it didn’t go well for you.”

Jihoon “I’ve debuted in the end, why does it matter?”

Seongwoo “It matters because if she doesn’t get 1st in the final, it will hurt my pride…..but I’d still date that loser.”

Originally posted by kimsjaehwan

Jaehwan

He’d be so proud of you. Make posters with you gettin first place and hanging them in the dorm.

Woojin “Hyung, I think it’s enough. I see her face when I’m showering. It’s creepy.”

Jaehwan “But I like it. If nobody promotes my girlfriend at least I can promote her.”

Woojin “Not in the bathroom, hyung. Promote her on the street.”

Jaehwan “Good idea. At 7, you’re going with me outside to promote her. I’ll make flyers.”

Woojin “No, please, no.”

Originally posted by parkji-hoons

Daniel

When they announce your name as the 1st place he wouldn’t believe his eyes. He wouldn’t stop smiling all day thinking that you ranked number 1.

Daniel “If she is 1st now will she remain like this?”

Minhyun “What is it with this stupid question.You participated in the same show, of course she won’t stay all the time in 1st place.”

Daniel “You could have just said yes and let me continue my day happily. Now I need to worry, ahhh.”

Originally posted by peachyniel

Jihoon

He’d be so happy about it. He’d feel so proud of you.

Jihoon “She takes after me. That’s my girl.”

Guanlin “She doesn’t takes after you. She is much better.”

Jihoon “Guanlin, darling, me and her are at the same level. She’s not better than me I’m not better than her.”

Guanlin “But she can dance and sing better.”

Jihoon “Uhm…yeah…”

Originally posted by fy-parkjihoon

Woojin

Happy Woojin in action. He’d jump on his bed, hug everyone that comes near him, and watch the announcement 5 times to make sure it’s real.

Woojin “She changed fate.”

Seongwoo “What fate?”

Woojin “In the first episode she was placed 75th same as I was. Second episode and she had the same place as I did. I didn’t got into top 11 at the first elimination, but she did. She is now shining like a diamond.”

Seongwoo “Cool.”

Originally posted by kingdans

Jinyoung

He’d be really happy about it. He’d smile all day thinking about it.

Daehwi “Last time you smiled like this I let you borrow my clothes.”

Jinyoung “That was a nothing compared to this. You know my cute girlfriend? The one who does amazing on Produce 101? More amazing that I ever did?”

Daehwi “Yeah..I watch the show with you every friday and yes, I know that she ranked 1st. We also watched it together last night.”

Jinyoung “Oh, yes. Still, have you seen how amazing she looked? So pretty and talented, I hit the lotto with her.”

Daehwi “But she didn’t with you.”

Originally posted by ong-seungwoo

Daehwi

He’d run around the dorm cause he is too happy to calm down. He’d be so thankful to everyone that voted for you.

Daehwi “Agh, after days of voting and begging everyone I know to vote for her my work has paid off.”

Jinyoung “But she worked hard too.”

Daehwi “Of course. She worked the hardest.”

Originally posted by hitoritabi

Guanlin

He’d be proud of you. Talking about you all day.

Guanlin “Her rap is so good, I can listen to it all day.”

Jihoon “You listen to it all day already. She has a really nice voice.”

Guanlin “I know. What if other men fall for her? What should I do then?”

Jihoon “She wouldn’t have ranked 1st if she didn’t have men falling for her.”

Guanlin “Oh shit.”

Originally posted by peach-somi

The past, the present... The future.

Summary: In SHIELD you are known for your charisma and your irrational optimism. Specially taking in count the irreversible curse HYDRA condemned you with. Because of that, Director Fury has determinate that you are the best person to take care of Bucky’s mental state.

Chapter 1: My curse

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Y/N: your name

Warnings: Contains references to Marvel’s Agents of SHIELD and the inhumans, but nothing that would count as a major spoiler. Also, references to weapons (guns).

Word count: 1,676

A/N: This is my very first time writing a fanfic, so I hope you enjoy it! I would love to have some feedback so let me know what you think! I’m planing on doing a series. This part is pretty light, I have a lot more dramatic scenes as the story goes on.

Y/N POV’s:

Light floats through the room, creeping across my eyelids to remind me that a new day has started.  I sit up and look around my room to orientate myself after another busy night fighting off nightmares. The right wall is made completely out of glass, giving me amazing views of the forest that expands all around the facility. It also fills my room with light at any hour of the day, which is fortunate, as the walls are painted black. Next to the window I have an immense desk covered in papers and supplies and equipped with the latest technology, just like about anything in my room. I also have a boxing space, bookshelves (not enough for my books: a lot of them are lying on the ground), a full body mirror that doubles as a computer and, of course, my bed. The walls are covered with posters of any topic imaginable, from movies to the latest science innovations along with photos and… anything hangable, really.

As I’m covered in sweat, i decide to take a shower before heading out into the new day. While I let the warm water drip through my body, mixing with the coconut scent from my shampoo, I ask the personal assistant in the mirror to go through my timetable today and fill me in with anything I may have missed.

Good morning, Agent Y/N. Today you had a meeting with the Minister of Foreign Affairs to coordinate SHIELD’s missions off borders. You also had agreed to help agent Daisy train the new recruits for the inhumans. Finally you were going to take part in the planing of the mission to take down the latest HYDRA facility found. However, all you plans for today have been cancelled, and your daily revision with agent Jemma Simons was been delayed.

“And what’s the reason for all this change?” I ask, stepping out of the shower while drying my hair with a towel.

Director Fury wanted to have a meeting with you before breakfast.”

I nod, wondering what Fury might want to talk about. I come out of the bathroom and open the sliding doors to enter my closet. Aside from the clothes, which I do not have a great variety of as I spend most of my life in uniform, my closet is filled with objects that do not fit in my room, from my electric guitar to boxes with case files. Cameras, souvenirs … even my skate is here!

I dress in my black jumpsuit, with a SHIELD logo on my shoulder, and tie the numerous leather straps that incorporate weapons into my uniform. It’s not like I expect to be attacked at the base soon, but the protocol requires that all active agents carry at least one weapon around, and I must admit that I feel much more comfortable knowing I’m not defenseless. I place the pistol inside the holster on my hip, put on my fingerless gloves and tie my shiny black boots. I put my hair in a braid and finally step out of my room, my brightest smile on, ready to fight the world.

I make my way to Fury’s office, smiling politely at everyone. As I happen to come across Daisy on my way there, I also stop to apologize for not being able to help her this afternoon.

“Don’t worry” she smiles putting a hand on my shoulder “I’m sure you’re going to go up another level or something. Can you go up another level if you already have maximum access to everything? Well, never mind. You have to tell me everything!”

“I’ll meet you for lunch” I promise her as I wave goodbye.

When I enter Fury’s office, he is looking at a report, but puts it down as soon as he realizes I’m  in the room. He stands up, smiling.

“Y/N! I’m glad you have finally decided to show up.” I open my mouth to complain, but he carries on in a more serious tone “I have something important. Something really important I need you to take care of. Come here, I’ll explain you everything while we have breakfast.”

A while later, we both sit in front of a steamy plate of scrambled eggs and bacon.

“Nick, all this tension is getting on my nerves. Would you mind to explain what exactly I’m required to do?” I say, my knee bouncing up and down under the table as I try to liberate energy from my body.

He solemnly looks up from his plate and passes me a file. It’s pretty thick, and I recognize the man in the front picture immediately. My heart stops for a millisecond and I have to remind myself to breath. I inhale deeply, fighting against panic, and recompose my smile as well as I can.

“The Winter Soldier…” I say, looking at Fury for more explanations.

“I trust you know his story.”

“I do, I read about him on some files a few months ago. And all the rumors going around..”  Nick looks at me in the eye as if he expects me to say something else, but that is all that’s going to come out of my mouth. He leans back before asking.

“What is your opinion on him?”

“My opinion, you mean, as in whether he is innocent or not?” I ignore the ghosts of memories that pass before my eyes and carry on “According to all the data we have, he is. Right?”

“Yes Y/N, Bucky is completely innocent.” he says. The pause that follows warns you that I may not like what’s coming next. “Y/N, Bucky needs psychological support after this traumatic experience. Not a psychologist, but someone to help him adapt and to be his friend. Most importantly, to help him move on. Before you say anything, Steve is not completely qualified to do so, as he doesn’t understand what Bucky has been through. We are still trying to get the trigger words out of his brain and that’s only the beginning of the process of healing. He was taken to the Avengers’ compound about a week ago, as we thought it was easier to treat him from there. Unfortunately, Mr Stark isn’t very happy with the idea. Bucky needs help as soon as posible and I have decided you are the most indicated person to do the job.” He looks at me apologetically, demonstrating, once more, how instinctive he is. I have never told anyone about it, but he somehow knows, somehow feels it.

“Why me?” I whisper, not trusting my voice. Nick looks at me.

“Because you know what it is like, you have lived it. You know what HYDRA does to its prisoners. You probably know something about the mind wiping and you definitely are one of the most empathic persons I have ever come across.” He pauses for a second and then his look softens a little “And you are by far the happiest and more optimistic person I have and will ever meet. All that happened to you, and you are somehow here, in front of me, still smiling.”

I take a deep breath. Nick has a point and, as much as I fear it, I can’t deny my help to someone who needs it so badly. But man, this was going to be difficult. Really difficult. I stand up and take the files.

“When am I leaving to the Avengers Compound?”

Nick smiles “I was hoping you would this afternoon”

                                                                      
I run through the Winter Soldier’s files wile I wait for Jemma to give me my results. I have skim-read the first few pages when Daisy enters the lab and walks towards me.

“I knew I would find you here.” she smiles “I heard you’re moving in to Stark’s.”

“You heard?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.

“Well, Coulson may have talked with Fury about it and he may or may have not told me a little something” She stops and pulls a fake deep-in-thought pose “Or I may have hacked the system… again.”

“You really are incurable.”

“So… You’re going to be the Winter Soldier’s personal phsycologist?”

“That may, or may not be true.” I laugh “Do you know something about him that could be useful? I’ve read he used to make really good impressions on people.

“That would explain why his name is in the memorial to the agents lost in the line of duty, even though he died before SHIELD was created.”

“I know. Someone has to fix that, by the way. I mean: he was lost, but now he is found. Or maybe metaphorically he is not the same person, after all he has gone through, so he is still lost. Or maybe your name stays there even if you are not actually dead…”

“Or maybe we are just too lazy to change it”

“Good point.”

Jemma laughs behind me. I turn around  and she presses the tablet in her hand.

“Before I show you anything, I wanted to tell you I have send the instructions of your revision to Mr Stark, so that you can get it done by him once in the compound.” I thank her profusely, even though I’m not extremely excited with the prospect of having a medical revision with a Stark. “Here are your results.” she says, showing me the projection coming from her tablet. I anxiously read all the numbers and signs I have learned by heart in the past years, desperately looking for something, anything, different to usual. I don’t succeed.

“Not a single second?” I ask, in case I have missed something. As she shakes her head, my shoulders sink. Someone would say I should have gotten used to it after all this time but I can’t help to have hope. Daisy puts her arm around me. I take a deep breath and smile again.

I try to think of the positive aspects, but the reality is, I haven’t aged a single minute in the past forty-eight years.

And no, it’s not as fun as you think.

Part 2.

‘Hazardous’ Headphones: Part 2

So some peeps wanted more of the thing I did from a prompt, so boom. Part1: Part3  


Chloe was startled. She had never been the direct target of Beca’s rage before. She wasn’t quite sure how to handle it. Even though she was small, Beca sure could be intimidating when she wanted to be.

Chloe felt trapped in her chair. She physically couldn’t get up with Beca being in front of her and their eyes were locked now. She knew she was in the wrong so she was surprisingly quick to back down. “Beca I’m sorry…” She said softly.

Beca took a step back still boiling with rage she swiftly slammed her fist into the wall, instantly regretting it as she could have sworn she felt something crack. It didn’t it was just painful. “Beca…” Chloe put her laptop aside and stood up. “I’ll call them and–”

“And what!? Say you want to take back your donation of ‘overly expensive headphones?” Beca glared at her as she held her fist to try and soothe the pain “You had no right!” Chloe averted her eyes “I know and I’m sorry, let me fix this-”

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Disclaimer: Fiction.

Warnings: light smut

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“What’s wrong?” Caroline asked, closing the distance between us again, her hands on my chest as her stunning bikini-clad figure pressed in against me again. “I thought this was what you wanted.”

What I wanted was what I always wanted, a sizzling little romp with a willing hottie, and wiping that grin off Jared’s face was just the cherry on top. I hadn’t thought it any further through than that until Caroline was pressed up against me. She deserved better than being caught up in mine and Jared’s little feud, and I didn’t want to ruin our friendship over a romp. Besides, Jared would hit the absolute roof if he knew where we were and what we were doing right now. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have brought you out here,” I apologized. “You’re supposed to be…”

Caroline gave me a hard shove backward, her expression changing immediately to one of fury. “Seriously? Jared’s going to fuck this up for me too?” I was confused by the intensity of her reaction. I certainly hadn’t expected it. Care was generally patient and even-tempered, but here she was, stomping out of the water and back up the shore, grabbing her shoes.

“No, wait, Care, it’s not like that.” I watched helplessly as she put her shoes on, trying to reason with her from where I was. I didn’t want to come out of the water just yet, I figured the raging hard on I was sporting would not help the situation any. “We can talk about this. Please.”

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Monsta X Shownu Scenario: You Accidentally Walk in on Him Naked (Fluff)

Hey guys! I finally got that other paper finished so I’m going to try to get a bunch of requests and stuff done today. We’ll see, I guess. I got my Got7 and BTS posters and my BTS sweatshirt, but I haven’t gotten my Nu’est W album yet. Still waiting on that one. Next Thursday will start a break from school, and I should be able to upload more then. As always, if there’s anything that you want to see, please feel free to send me any requests you might have! I love writing what you guys want to see! Let’s get into this, shall we? (This picture though…)

Scenario:

     @prinxessouo: Hey, could I request a MONSTA X scenario where Shownu just came back from the gym and takes a shower but he didn’t lock the door and you open the bathroom door bc you had to pee or smth and then you see naked Shownu for the first time and you’re embarressed af and you’re kind of shy for the rest of the night until Shownu starts to talk about it or smth— if that makes sense tho 👀👀


     You were exhausted. You had stayed super late at work to get some extra work done so you could take the weekend off and spend it with your boyfriend, Shownu. Normally, you would be home by now and you would have gone to the gym with your boyfriend. You don’t particularly care about going, but Shownu enjoys it so you accompany him. You haven’t told Shownu the true reason that you had been late. He knew that you were going to be off this weekend, as is he, but he didn’t know that your boss was running you ragged because of it. You knew he would be angry.
     Your earbuds were firmly tucked in your ears when you got home. You figured Shownu was still at the gym because always tries to push himself harder on the days that you don’t go with him since you tire out faster then he does. He always looks out for you in little ways like that. You step into the hallway and grab a towel, nothing on your mind other then a hot shower to relax your tired muscles. You knew you had to be quick because Shownu would want a shower when he gets back from the gym.
     When you open the door, you are hit by a wall of steam. Your eyes widen as you see the blurry form of your boyfriend behind the glass of your shower door. You gasp in shocking, drawing Shownu’s attention. Your eyes widen and your face turns red. You quickly slam the door shut and rush to sit in the living room. You couldn’t keep your face from turning red each time you thought about what you had seen.
     You and Shownu had only lived together for a couple of months and you had both done your best to avoid the other seeing them in such a vulnerable state. While you two had been dating for quite a while, you hadn’t made the decision to have sex yet. You were both sort of shy when it came to those sorts of things.
Shownu finally emerge in a pair of sleep pants and a t-shirt. Your face turned bright red for the millionth time as he sat on the couch next to you. The room was quiet as the two of you just sat there, staring straight ahead. Shownu finally clears his throat, causing you to jump a little.
     "So, ugh…. That was unexpected,“ Shownu chuckles a little. Your face becomes even redder.
     "I-I, ugh, I’m so sorry!” You say quickly, standing and bowing to him. He lifts your chin and flicks you on the forehead. You flinch and rub the spot of impact, biting your lip.
     "We’ve been dating for a really long time now,“ Shownu’s voice is soft,” Maybe we should start getting used to things like this?“
     Your eyes widen in shock as you stare at him. He quickly coughs and his face turns bright red. He rubs the back of his neck, unable to meet your eyes. He quickly scrambles ahead to clarify himself upon seeing your shocked face.
     "I don’t mean that we should have sex,” Shownu is almost rambling,“ I just think that these are things that you get used to when you live together right?”
     "Chill,“ You can’t help but chuckle at his cuteness as you lean forward to press a small kiss to his lips,” Let’s just forget about it. Why don’t we just watch a movie?“


Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed! Please feel free to send me any requests you might have!

Daily Routine

Hello everyone! I have a little poster in my room on which I’ve written a few things that I aim to do every day. Pushing myself to accomplish everything on this list every day has been very beneficial for me. It is a great method for self-care, awareness, and growth. I thought I’d share it with you all since it helps me a lot!

1. Pray/meditate

2. Shower ( + wash face & brush teeth)

3. Moisturize body (body creams, oils, butters, deodorant, etc)

4. Moisturize face

5. Do hair ( + coat eyebrows and eyelashes with castor oil for growth)

6. Make bed

7. Get dressed (don’t forget to put on your watch, rings, and pack crystals)

8. Eat healthy breakfast & drink water

9. Say affirmation

10. Go to school

11. Get healthy lunch + water

12. Come home

13. Put away clothes

15. Drink water & eat

16. Homework

17. Write/take care of outstanding work/accomplish today’s goals

18. Eat dinner + drink water

19. Read, do research (on topics that will help to expand your consciousness), watch some TV

20. Shower

21. Repeat steps 3-5

22. Put out tomorrow’s outfit

23. Say another affirmation

24. Pray/meditate

25. Sleep

I don’t always get to everything on the list, but I try to. There’s another thing that I try to do every day that’s not on this list, but you can see it here

anonymous asked:

How do I decorate an apartment, like how to I find affordable shit to put in it this is hard. I don't have much money any help?

I love this question! Everything on this list is under $30, and most of it can be purchased from the safety of your dorm room couch.

Decorating on a Budget

1. Plants: Plants are my personal favorite decor (apart from Xmas lights). They’re inexpensive and look great in any location. If watering a plant every day doesn’t work for your schedule, get a cactus! I water my cacti twice a week.

2. Xmas Lights: I try to distance myself from people who say that Xmas lights are just “seasonal”. I have three different strands of lights up all year long, one in each room and one on my outdoor balcony. These lights are perfect for parties, romantic evenings, etc.

3. Candles/Incense: Dorm room or apartment landlord permitting, candles and incense really help an apartment feel more homey. They also help stave off the smell of your cat’s litter box, which is always a plus.

4. Posters: Posters aren’t as expensive as you think they are, but poster frames are ridiculously expensive. And you can’t buy the cheap ones, they fall apart instantly- you have to buy the $40 ones. My advice to you, buy posters and hang them up carefully with pushpins or tape.

5. Clocks: Buy a cool clock off Society6 or RedBubble for $25. It’s my belief that the right clock can help brighten up an otherwise dull-looking room. I bought my boyfriend this Bob’s Burgers clock for his birthday last year.

6. Shower: You don’t need to use the low-grade weak shower head that came with your bathroom. You can buy color changing shower heads and spa quality shower heads on Amazon for $25. Go forth! Always keep your old shower head somewhere safe, and put it back on when you’re ready to move out. There are lots of great and truly unique shower curtains out there on the internet, but they’re expensive. You’re better off buying one from Target or Walmart.

7. Night lights: I am the sort of person who always needs to pee at 3am. I have always used night lights in my bathroom and kitchen because they’re so much better than blundering around in the dark. Similar to the Xmas lights, they help create that “mood”. I have these cute little lava lamp night lights.

8. Glow in the dark stars: Just trust me on this.

9. Chalkboard paint: Dorm room or apartment landlord permitting, chalkboard paint can help turn your room into a perpetual canvas. A friend of mine from college did this to his incredibly small room, and it looked so good.

10. Beaded curtain: Beaded curtains help make small spaces appear larger. We have a beaded curtain hanging in our hallway currently, and it’s great. You don’t need a super expensive one that was handmade by the indigenous people of wherever. Just a simple one to put in a doorway or hang on the wall to change your space.

I’ve been having an upswing for one or two hours now

not the kind where I’m in love with myself and take a ton of selfies and wanna talk to everyone but like

the kinda upswing where my OCD + BPD + ADHD all come together and I hyperfocus on getting shit done and like getting shit done THOROUGHLY and shit that I actually need to do

like I just washed my shower curtain and soaked the plastic lining to get the grime off, moved a poster in the bathroom, washed the bath mat, cleaned the sink, soaked my tooth brushes in mouth wash, washed the thing I keep my tooth brushes in, refilled the hand soap, cleaned the mirror, cleaned the cabinet doors, took everything off of the sides of the bath and cleaned those, I scrubbed the walls and tub for like ever just over and over even when it was probably plenty clean lmao, swept/mopped, cleaned the toilet like the whole thing every inch of it, I hung a big canvas w a tiger on it my granny picked off the side of the road in there, before putting all the soaps and bottles and things back on the sides of the tub I washed the actual bottles omg, I cleaned out the drains, threw old stuff away…..oh and I’ve been having trouble with my soap bars not staying on the side of the tub so I put them in this flat square bowl meant for microwaving ramen omg

I wish I was like this all the time lmao

also I’m so amazed and proud of myself for being about to get shit done without adderall. I was so worried when I got off of it like I never thought I’d ever get anything done without it but here I am 💪🏻

hc that when bitty sees jacks “be better” poster hanging up in his new apartment he starts covering it with little notes.

he starts off writing just like facts about jack, like “you always beat me at jeopardy”, “your playlists are always a+++”, and “youre the best sous chef a boy could ask for”

but they slowly get less factual and becomes like “you have the best ass in hockey. possibly the world.” and “hearing you sing in the car/shower/kitchen is the best part of my entire day” and finally escalates to just random doodles of baked goods and jack and bittys teammates and jacks butt and beyonce lyrics and rabbits.

but in the middle of the poster (thats now completely invisible behind all the notes) jack still keeps the first one bitty wrote and stuck on his wall, one just reading “i love you!”

Home is different for everybody.
For some people, home is the place with all of your favorite snacks. Home is the place where you know which cupboard all of the dishes are in. The place where the mattress is worn in just right, where the shower pressure is perfect, where your wall is covered in posters and pictures.
Sometimes it’s a person- your mom, your grandmother, your best friend or partner or sibling. Maybe it’s a place- a house, or a room, maybe the city or the ocean. Some people have lots of homes. Some have just one.
When I think of home, I think of two. I think of my mom, who works so hard for our little family, and helps me in any way she can, and how she always smells nice and comforting when I hug her. But I also think of my other home. And it hurts, because I miss it too much. My home is a place where my anxiety isn’t as painful as it usually is, where I never feel empty. It’s a place where people are accepted and loved no matter what their gender or sexual orientation is. My home is a place where it takes a team for everyone to get ready for the dances. A place where I can waltz by myself during a slow dance and be applauded for it, or lead a big group in the Macarena to every. single. song. A place where one boy can ask another out and get applause from the entire cafeteria rather than hurtful words and hateful actions directed at him. A place where I can discuss headcanons with big groups of people and fear being made fun of, where friends can make a big cuddly pile of cold teenagers and pillows and blankets and hot chocolate when we all have to run back to our dorms in the rain. A place to make really bad jokes and be stopped by total strangers to be complimented on your lipstick or eyeliner. My home is the place where my roommate tells me she loves me and holds me when I cry. My home is a place where everyone is a family and everyone is safe. Where everyone is loved and cared for.
I want to go home. I want to go back to TiP. Back to the people who have become my second family, and to the three weeks I wish and wait for every single day for the rest of the year. Back to the place where I feel needed and uplifted. I want to go home.
—  Homes, by me, for all of my tip family, written with a lot of tears.

Soooo.

《 Soooo this is probably really stupid but hear me out…

I had to do a book project as a final in my english class. So I had it all done and put together on this awesome as fuck looking poster board and I had it laid down to just put one last thing on it. My dog came running and fucking pranced across it and ripped the hell out of it. It pretty much ruined. A week of work all gone because he felt the need to come shower me in kisses. A sweet gesture at the wrong fucking time. I have two days to buy a new poster board and do a weeks worth of work in two fucking days and if I dont have it done I will fail my class. So, I pretty much lost my shit and I’m more or less having a mental breakdown over the situation.

So in order to finish that and write my four essays due next week I’m gonna take a break from posting. I’ll reply to dms when I can but this is really important. You can still send me asks and I should be able to answer them next week. Thanks for understanding and thanks for hopefully not getting mad at me.

I’m really sorry. 💕

-Vic’s Mun 》

Let’s play (Markson threesome)

Warning: Smut.

You and Mark have been best friends for a long time now, actually you’ve been friends since you were about eight years old. When you were kids you didn’t feel anything romantic towards him, he was just a brother to you but as you slowly grew up, you started to feel this weird attraction to him. He wasn’t the best looking when he was young but as he grew up he became good looking and attractive. In fact, he was so handsome every girl who saw him tried to hit on him, which obviously got you irritated since he was your best friend and you had this attraction towards him. The worst thing was that he didn’t feel the same. Or at least, that’s what you thought.

You were working at a small cafe near the place you called home. Snapping you out of your thoughts, you got a call from Mark. “Hey y/n, are you busy tonight?” Mark asked through the phone. “No, I don’t have any plans, yet.” You said. “I have this friend who wants to meet you, how about you come to my place we can play videogames and order some pizza?” “Sounds good” You smiled, you loved it when Mark called you, it made you feel like he really needs you. “Okay, so come when you finish work, bye, love you” He said. “Love you too” You said and hung up.

A couple of hours later, you finished work. You left, saying goodbye to your co-workers like every other day. You decided to take the bus, since he didn’t live far away and it was quite your only option. On the bus you started to think about Mark and his ‘Mysterious’ friend. You wondered if you knew him but you probably didn’t. Arriving at Mark’s building you decided to take the stairs since his apartment was on the second floor. You slowly approached his apartment door and lightly knocked the door. No answer. He probably didn’t hear your faint knocks so you knocked harder. This time, someone opened the door and it wasn’t Mark. It was a quite tall guy with rough features and a well-built body. You had to admit he was quite handsome. You figured out he was Mark’s friend, obviously. You took of your shoes and entered the apartment.

“Hi” You said quietly, “I’m y/n”. “Hey y/n, I’m Jackson” He smiled and called Mark. Mark came out of his room and greeted you warmly, hugging you. “Have you introduced yourself?” He asked you. You nodded your head. “Great! You guys wanna order pizza? I want you to feel comfortable with each other" You both agreed. You ordered pizza and played some videogames together, and you and Jackson got closer with each other which made you both more comfortable, as you started to joke around. Suddenly, Jackson suggested you’ll play truth or dare. While eating pizza all of you drank some beer which got you a bit dizzy but you felt a bit light headed. (A/n: Please don’t misunderstand, they weren’t drunk, so they were still able to make decisions themselves. All that’s about to come is in consent, just to clear things up :))

You and Mark agreed to play truth or dare. Of course, none of you know what’s about to come. It wasn’t planned or anything. It all started with a simple dare for Mark. Jackson dared him to kiss you and from there, the dares became dirtier than you thought but you agreed to do them. After Mark dared you to pull your shirt off and stay in your bra, you could see their obvious boners.  You were sitting in front of your extremely attractive best friend and his hot friend, semi naked, wet and both of them had boners. You couldn’t wait anymore, you needed them, both of them. “Truth or dare?” You asked Mark. “Dare” “I dare you to fuck me. Both of you” You dared. They didn’t look surprised nor objected to do so, instead they got up and took you to Mark’s bedroom.

Mark set you gently on his bed, taking your trousers off. Jackson was already half naked when you took Mark’s shirt off, passionately kissing him. After breaking the kiss, you grabbed Jackson and kissed him, his tongue sweeping across your lips, asking for an entrance. Your tongues fought for dominance but Jackson quickly won. He unclasped your bra and took off your panties while Mark removed the rest of his clothes. Jackson moved to suck on your neck and left visible marks. Moving down to your stomach then your inner thighs, he kissed softly and sucked lightly, you threw your head back in pleasure as he began licking your folds and sucking on your clit. You couldn’t help but moan his name.

Mark started to play with your boobs, sucking and biting on your hardened nipples. With those actions you moaned out in pleasure and came on Jackson’s tongue. The boys switched places, Mark pumped his shaft a couple of times and slammed his dick in you without any warning. You yelped in both pain and pleasure, since he was much bigger than you expected him to be. As Mark thrusted into you rapidly, you took Jackson’s dick, spread his precum and licked the tip. By the time you put his whole shaft in your mouth, he was a moaning mess. Mark’s thrusts became slower and you could tell his was close, but they also got deeper which caused you to moan on Jackson’s dick. Your moaning sent vibrations up his dick and with that he came in your mouth, you swallowing his cum.

Jackson pulled out of your mouth, and went to take a shower alone. Mark was really close so he started to fuck you harder which caused you to moan out his name loudly, your moans sending him off the edge he came hard into you. With Mark reaching his climax you released for the second time that night and both of you lied on the bed next to each other, breathless. “Next time, let’s do it just me and you” Mark said “I like you y/n, I always did and I’m sorry for not telling you before we had sex”. You smiled at him “I like you too Mark, we should definitely have a next time” You winked and both of you joined Jackson in the shower.

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OMG I really hope you guys liked it, it was my first time writing smut. Well, in English ( ;) ). I love ya’ll !!

(Gif’s not mine, credit to the original poster)

fabulousyoungblood  asked:

Assumptions: you keep pressed flowers, you own a pair of overalls, you tape pictures and posters to your walls, you sing in the shower, you keep a ton of notebooks and buy more even when you don't need, and you like nachos

I don’t have pressed flowers but I have a pillow stuffed with lavender my mom and I grew, I own TWO pairs of overalls, yes to posters/pictures, yes to shower, a big yes to the notebooks (@god when will I ever finish one), and nachos are p alright but I prefer quesadillas 

assumptions about you: you think shoulderpads are a strong look, you love the unlikely misfit family trope, you keep meaning to watch twin peaks, sad music makes you feel better