i have had the best weekend

so im at this weekend conference thing and im rooming w 3 girls i dont know and theyre all rlly sweet and we get along and everything but i feel like theyre all kind of just pretending to be nice to me bc they have to and theyre all becoming forreal best friends and im just kinda there sorry i just had 2 confess to someone

GAME GRUMPS SENTENCE STARTERS. 

  • ❝ God, what if we just fucked one day? ❞
  • ❝ Don’t sass me in front of the internet. ❞
  • ❝ Follow your stupid fucking dreams. ❞
  • ❝ Come at me scrub lord, I’m ripped. ❞
  • ❝ I just wanna have sex with space. ❞
  • ❝ Get in the tub with me, daddy. ❞
  • ❝ Will you just relax and let me kill for money? ❞
  • ❝ That sounds like your problem. Fuck you. ❞
  • ❝ Stay in school. Don’t do drugs. Eat your teeth. ❞ 
  • ❝ Make like a tree and fucking die. ❞
  • ❝ Dude just…just pity laugh at least. ❞
  • ❝ Man, Club Penguin’s gotten weird. ❞
  • ❝ We are like the Stephen Kings of stupid. ❞
  • ❝ Why do you enjoy watching me suffer so? ❞
  • ❝ Do I have to jerk you off to blow your mind? ❞
  • ❝ I haven’t had so much fun since I killed my parents. ❞
  • ❝ Unfortunately I had sex with a guy/girl over the weekend. ❞
  • ❝ What’s a vegetarian zombie say? GRAAAAAAAINS.
  • ❝ Revenge is a best dish served fuck you. ❞
  • ❝ Who wears pants anymore? So 2015. ❞
  • ❝ I need an ice cream sandwich and a gentle blowjob. ❞
  • ❝ Don’t let the door hit ya where the good lord split ya. ❞
  • ❝ The bananas has gone bad! ❞
  • ❝ I cared for those bananas! I raised them with my own two feet! ❞
  • ❝ Did you know I’m a professional joke? My life is a joke. ❞
  • ❝ What if everyone just had constant helicopter dick? ❞
  • ❝ [ name ], does getting me wet fill you with determination? ❞
  • ❝ I can’t prove that someone ISN’T a reptilian. ❞
  • ❝ Wouldn’t it be funny if, like, you lost a family member? ❞
  • ❝ These balls are coming at me fast and furious. It’s like that movie, ‘Speed’. ❞ 
  • ❝ Call me One Direction ‘cause my relevancy is dropping by the day. ❞ 
  • ❝ One time I killed a person and I didn’t report it to the police. ❞
  • ❝ I wanna take a girl to the Grand Canyon, fuck her, and throw her in. ❞ 
  • ❝ Nothing like a gunshot wound to the face to really mellow someone out. ❞ 
  • ❝ If I can’t be the best, I sure as hell can be the worst! ❞ 
  • ❝ [ name ], I’m on a date with a guy/girl right now and you’re embarrassing me. ❞
  • ❝ I’ve made a decision. I’m gonna in the kitchen, gonna open the dishwasher, and I’m gonna climb inside. ❞
  • ❝ I do apologize for my actions, even though they were totally and completely justified. ❞
  • ❝ I could pee on this couch, right now, no problem, while looking you directly in the eyes.❞ 
  • ❝ Look, you tell a couple jokes as a dad and suddenly everyone’s like ‘you’re making dad jokes.’ ❞
  • ❝ All of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles are blue, except for three of them. And there are four. ❞ 
  • ❝ And Abraham said unto Moses, ‘Bro, dude, aliens.’ ❞
  • ❝ I’m gonna throw you out the window. We don’t even have any windows in this room…I’m gonna carve out a window and throw you through it. ❞ 
  • ❝ DO IT YOU SACK OF SHIT! – Sorry. That didn’t come out as encouraging as I meant it to. ❞
  • ❝ [ name ], if there’s one thing I can be totally honest about, it’s that I would happily lie to your face.❞
  • ❝ If I took pole-dancing, I would be worried that it would be too erotic for everybody else. ❞
  • ❝ Next time we make love, [ name ], would you please refer to me as your sweet cakey treasure? ❞   
  • ❝ I try to show at least one other human-being my butt hole every single day. ❞
  • ❝ The only people who don’t like sluts are the people who don’t get any. ❞ 
  • ❝ Have you ever though of a career in driving people fucking insane? Because you are already a PRO at it. ❞ 
  • ❝ I am actively looking for ways to get you to shut the fuck up. ❞
  • ❝ First of all, you have to stop calling it ‘Mary Jane.’ That’s the first rule of stonerdom. People will think you’re a fucking narc. ❞
  • ❝ First of all, no one says ‘pot-eyes’, you fuckin’ narc. ❞
  • ❝ If by OK you mean like on the inside I’m just going ‘AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!’ then yes, I’m quite OK ❞
  • ❝ When you walk outside there are three elements of nature that you must avoid: snow, wind, and bees. ❞ 
  • ❝ Could you imagine if you unlocked outfits in real life? Like, “Congratulations you wiped your ass, here’s a new shirt.” ❞
Today, I fucked up... by not sampling a new product.

I was having one of those pampering days and I was AMPED about it. It’s never usually planned, at least for me, when I decide to treat myself to a little extra beauty care. I was doing my teeth whitening routine (a usual thing) and got some new moisturizer I was applying, fresh out the shower, and I was just feeling myself? I was planning a trip that weekend to visit some friends a few states away so I needed to look my best.

I decide I’ll do a facial mask to top off the evening. Circa Summer 2016, my boss had these sample face masks he wanted to use and it was a very nice experience. My ONLY complaint was this was a peel-off mask that was VERY difficult to take off, so I knew right away I didn’t want to go through that again. 

I’m looking for a non-peel off mask through these sample packets and I come across this soothing banana mask. I read the warnings and directions as you should (seriously, always do this) and it says it’s a 7 minute mask, it’ll make your face feel cool and replenished, and if you feel irritation, wash off. These are pretty normal warnings.
So I slab this stuff on. Right away. WHILE I am doing this, I thought, very briefly to myself, “I should test this before just throwing every last bit on my face.” A sample test is a very crucial step that was probably on the back off the product in the warnings that I blatantly ignored. I am reckless, I thought. I am woman, and I will throw caution to the damn wind and I literally blasted this shit on every square inch of my face with a ring around my eyes, nostrils, eyebrows and lips. At first it feels like a dream. It’s cool and tingly, smells incredible. I am enjoying this ride. I’m three minutes in and feeling mild irritation, but my skin has been known to be a little sensitive, so I’m like aight whatever. 

Another 30 seconds goes by and NOW it feels like every bit of my skin that this mask was touching was being kiSSED BY A VOLCANO GOD. I am distressed, and instead of rushing right to the bathroom to wash it off, I go on a detour discovery mission to see if I can see anything unusual. By the way, don’t do that. If it’s burning, get it the FUCK off of you. I’m not sure what looking at my melting flesh would do to benefit me whatsoever, but clearly I thought this to be important. This mask is completely clear, and I can SEE A COMPLETELY CRISP LINE OF REDNESS WHEREVER THIS MASK IS MAKING CONTACT WITH MY SKIN.


Now I decide it to be pressing enough to wash this off. I rush to my upstairs bathroom and there’s only hand soap in there. It’s not a fully equipped bathroom like my downstairs bathroom. But I wanted to avoid downstairs as long as I could since my dad was down there and I knew he’d panic if he saw me in bad condition. So I wash it off with water, I look at my reflection and it looks like a legitimate sunburn. You could see defined, crisp, clean lines wherever the mask rested on my skin and my face feels like it is swelling to the size of a watermelon with elephantiasis.


I think the worst is over, but I’m really not thinking properly among the stress of the situation. I just sort of sat on the floor in the hallway, my hands pressed to my face trying to cool down, while it feels like my cheeks have a pulse. Me washing it off with water wasn’t going to cut it. I needed to completely wash my face of this residue with a face wash or soap (ANYTHING), but I needed the time to catch my brain up with what was happening. 


Once I did, I was like “Dude, I need to properly WASH my face.” It was mostly gone, but I could still feel it in the deeper parts of my skin. At this point, there’s no avoiding my father who, conveniently was stationed at the bottom of my stairs on a phone call. We went through the whole rigamarole of a worried father, conveniently chatting on the phone with my worried mother. He gave me a solid “What the complete fuck did you do to your face?” Classic pops.

Anyway, after briefing him on the situation, I shuffled embarrassed to the bathroom to wash it off and spent the next few hours applying aloe and waiting to make sure the swelling went down before I sought medical attention. I was grateful that it didn’t progress and my skin went completely back to normal by the morning, but the entire experience was a dark and regretful time in my life. So, I guess you can take this with you: sample, sample, sample. Don’t be like me.
TLDR; I used a Satan’s Semen facemask and burned the shit out of my skin

[ 10th December 2016 ] wew hello everyone! here is this week’s spread that I whipped up in 30minutes (surprisingly) before I had work and was away from home for 5 days ;-;
I’ll be away for camp next week so I won’t be as active but I’ll try to queue some posts so y'all don’t miss me too much (who am I kidding)
*ALSO CAN WE TALK ABOUT YURI ON ICE???? ITS THE BEST ANIME EVER MADE WITH THE BEST MAINS AND I CANNOT GET OVER IT* *I’m also sad that haikyuu season 3 is over omg I CANNOT wait for season 4 kekekek*
have a good weekend!! 💕✨🔥

Stranded // Jackson Wang & Mark Tuan (M)

Originally posted by vladilife

Pairing: Jackson x Reader x Mark

Genre: Smut // Threesome

Summary//Request: wonderandneverlandtrip said: Could you possibly do a mark x reader x Jackson smut from got7 ? I love your writing btw 🙊❤❤

PLEASE READ: I have written a continuation of this scenario! If you would like to read it, you can~ I’m Okay With That // Jackson Wang & Mark Tuan

A/N: Please be advised this scenario is rated mature // Threesome, car sex, oral.


If you hadn’t of been in the company of your two best friends, Mark and Jackson, today would have officially been the worst day ever – period.

All three of you were en route back from a weekend getaway with the rest of the boys. You, Mark and Jackson were in the old red Volvo, while the other 5 took the jeep – currently miles ahead of you. Unfortunately for you three, Mark had accidently ran over some idiot’s broken beer bottle left lying at the side of the road, causing the front left tyre to completely burst flat. To make things worse, upon getting out of the car and examining the flat tyre, Jackson then informed you both that there was no spare in the trunk – completely adding insult to injury. Mark called JB, telling him of the situation.

“Well, I can’t come back for you guys because there’s no room for you – it wouldn’t be safe. You guys are gonna have to wait until I leave the other boys home and then come pick you all up. I’ll be about 4 hours – so just stay put.” JB instructed Mark upon him calling, leaving the three of you stranded at the side of the lonely, barren road as you all sat in the car – eating the food left over from the trip and watching the sun as it set in the distance.

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anonymous asked:

I never see your posts on my dash anymore, but I've got a question... How do you make friends with your coworkers especially if they're way older than you. Like everyone around here can be my parent. Plus I am socially awkward.

I highly recommend making friends with older coworkers. My two work besties are a few years older than me and literally twice my age and I would be nowhere without them. I also had a work mom before she retired a few months ago and that was the absolute best thing for both my career and my mental health. If you can get you one, do so immediately.

As for how to make friends with them, start small. Ask them about their plans for the weekend, but also ask them for advice on some project you’re working on. Have a few conversations with them, then take baby steps as you feel more comfortable. Sit with them at a table in the break room one day, then ask them to go get lunch with you (off campus!) another day. The relationship will grow naturally as you spend more time together and your work dynamic will also improve. At some point, you might even start spending time together outside of work, once you figure out what your common interests are.

It’s difficult to step outside of your comfort zone, but remember that you don’t need to do it all at once. Make an effort to get to know your coworkers better, but take things slow and let them get to know you in return.

have a sad mike headcanon

They don’t play their first campaign since Will’s disappearance until almost a month later. Mike had been taking longer than usual, but none of them said anything. They saw the shadows that stretched under his eyes, the smile that never fully lit up his face. They knew he was trying his best.

When he showed up to school looking eager a few weekends later, they were all excited to hear that he’d finished the campaign, quickly making plans to head over to his house as soon as Christmas break started. Lucas and Dustin exchange looks, finally feeling like maybe something can go back to normal.

But during the beginning of their much-anticipated game, all three boys can tell something is off. Mike keeps losing his train of thought, stumbling over his words and bumbling terms they know he’s familiar with. Will figures it out first, noticing how his friend’s eyes keep drifting past his head, gazing past his shoulder at something behind him. He can’t resist, quickly turning around while Mike pauses to regather his thoughts… again.

It only takes a quick peek to confirm his suspicions.

Directly behind the smallest boy sits the fort, blankets neatly folded, pillow fluffed, SuperCom sitting angled beneath the frame of the table and chairs. The nightlight still glows from inside, making it more obvious how empty the space is as it waits patiently for its inhabitant to return.

Will turns back quickly, glancing around the circle and trying to catch Lucas or Dustin’s eye. It only takes Mike stumbling one more time before Lucas realizes what’s happening, and he and Will exchange a look, realizing they need to do something.

“Hey, Mike?”

“What’s up, Will?”

He smiles that hollow smile, eyes as empty as the fort he can’t stop staring into with barely hidden longing.

“Can, um, can we switch places?”

There’s a pause, no one daring to breathe, and Will quickly blurts the first excuse he can think of.

“I don’t like sitting with my back to the door,” he glances behind him at the basement door that leads out into the dark backyard, hoping his friend will buy it, “it, um, kind of freaks me out… now.”

It’s not a total lie and there’s no hesitation from the taller boy.

“Yeah, of course, you should have told me sooner!”

The two boys switch places, Mike carefully gathering his binder and game pieces and rearranging everything in front of him as he settles into his new seat. The rest of the campaign goes off without a hitch, the hours slipping by quickly as the four friends get more and more involved.

It isn’t until after Will leaves, when Dustin and Lucas are heading up the stairs towards their own homes, that Mike finally dares to look behind himself again, needing to check the impossible one more time.

Empty.

All I Wanted; C.H. 9

A/N: I’m sorry I didn’t update like I said I would, it’s my best friend’s birthday weekend and I didn’t have one coherent thought in the last 48 hours.

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4 , part 5, part 6 , part 7 , part 8

But his gaze had found me first. His focus is completely on me, his eyes flicking from my outfit – which covered everything, and I mean everything – to my face, which I’m fairly certain that isn’t visible to his wandering gaze. I lift my hand to grant him with a small wave and I can’t suppress the giggle when I see his eyebrows shoot sky high.

He raises to his feet and I can’ help it. I hope he’s ready to play a little game. I swiftly turn and disappear back into the kitchen for a refill of my drink. I haven’t seen him actually get up and follow me, but I can sense him near.

When I cock my head, I see Calum’s larger frame trying to decipher where I had wondered off to. He spots me and I see it as my cue to disappear into the hallway this time, jogging up the stairs. But Calum’s faster this time and catches up to me in no time. Before I know it, I’m pressed against the wall and the tall frame of Calum Hood is blocking my way.

“Where are you wondering off to?” Calum whispers. I don’t say anything. I lick my lips slowly, crossing my arms over my chest as I lean my shoulders against the wall.

“Do you realise you’re the only one dressed rather properly tonight? I’ve been drawn to you as soon as I saw you.” Calum mumbles as he presses me further into the wall. I’m not sure still if he knows who he’s speaking with, but for now I keep quiet. I chuckle, letting the breath slip through my nose as I bump my head against the wall.

“And you’re awfully quiet. Also very intriguing…” Calum trails off, his fingers tickling along the side of my waist, his body inching closer with every breath we take.
“I didn’t know I could intrigue you, Calum.” I whisper, his eyes widening when I speak up. “Y/n?” He takes a step back, but still keeps his hand resting on my hips. “Seriously? I should’ve known it were you.”

“I may have been messing with you the slightest bit.” I laugh, my own fingers ghosting over Calum’s ribcage as I grasp his shirt of both sides of his waist, slowly inching him closer again.
Calum pushes my hood backwards, but not off of my head, so he can see my face, but still hiding me from view of any spectators.

His hand reaches up to cup my neck and he pulls me closer, crashing our lips together. His lips taste like alcohol and cigarettes, his touch burning my skin. He steps closer and presses me back against the wall roughly, his second hand cupping my neck as well. I whimper into the kiss, my own hands resting on Calum’s wrists, fingertips digging into the soft, tender flesh.

“Are you spending the night?” Calum mumbles against my lips before retreating, but still hovering over my hidden face. “Yes. But sadly, not with you.” I mumble as I let my hand rest on Calum’s sharp jawline, eyes flickering between his saddened gaze and his plump, pink lips.

“Isn’t there something we can do about that?” Calum whispers, gaze flicking between my eyes as I glance at his bottom lip pulled between his teeth. I sigh, rather forcefully, as I let my fingertips roam over Calum’s clothed chest. “How would I explain not spending the night but being here in the morning?” I mumble, letting my eyes drift closed as I lean against the wall completely.

“You could sneak out before Meredith wakes up, Y/n..” Calum breathes as he leans closer again, his lips leaving a ghostly trail along my collarbone as he makes his way towards my jaw. As much as I want this to happen, there are too many scenarios where this goes wrong. As much as I want it to, I can’t backstab my best friend like this. As much as I want it to, I know Calum.

“If you feel the same way about this in a few weeks, we’ll figure something out.” I speak up as Calum reaches my lips, catching mine again in a passionate, almost trying-to-persuade-me kiss and I can’t help but breathlessly moan against Calum’s warm lips. I let my hands roam upwards and I cup his neck just as he pulls away from me. “I don’t think I can wait a few weeks.”

The warmth that spreads through me surely isn’t just from his kind words. I press my legs together at his need for me – apparently – and pull him closer to me once more. If I had to wait for a more reasonable time to take this any further, I sure as hell was going to enjoy the present just as much.

We make out for a few moments – although I believe almost an hour has passed – before we break from both of our phones vibrating. The boys are questioning Calum’s whereabouts, as well as Meredith does mine. With one last, soft kiss against my lips Calum disappears off of the stairs, only his cape still dragging across the marble steps as he leaves me panting against the hallway wall.

I wait until the hallway is clear, several minutes after Calum had disappeared before making me reappearance in the kitchen. Meredith is leaning against the counter, talking to Michael – I’m sure they were making out a second before I entered – and she swiftly turns her head as soon as she sees my red cape arrive.

“Where the hell have you been?” She sounds accusing and I can feel the frown set onto my features as she speaks. “Not that I need to defend myself, mom, but I saw an old high school mate who I rekindled with. I hadn’t seen her in years.” I shrug my shoulders, winking at Michael as I fill a cup with beer from the keg underneath the kitchen table.

“Do I know her?” Meredith questions again as I rise to my full height again and I roll my eyes now that my face is still covered by my hood. As I turn, I flip the hood off of my head, exposing my face to the nearby partygoers. Some wave as they now realise who it is and I wave in return before focusing my attention back on Meredith.

“No, you don’t. It was in my last year.” I realise I’m being rather mean to my friend so I grant her with a bright, all-teeth-showing smile, holding my cup out to her as some sort of apology as I reach for a second cup to fill it for myself.

“Have you seen any of the boys?” Michael questions as he raises his chin, trying to look above the partygoers for his mates. I shrug my shoulders, raising my now full cup to my lips. “I just passed Calum who was actually going towards Ash and Luke, but I don’t know where they were.”

“I’m going to go look for them. Later babe, Y/n.” Michael kisses Meredith quickly before nodding in my direction and disappearing in the mass.
“So… Tell me. What happened? Because that grin is too bright for just a plain rekindle.” Meredith wiggles her eyebrows and I roll my eyes again, this time for her to see.

“Can’t I just be having fun and smile? Come on, let’s go dance.” My fingers curl around Meredith’s wrist as I drag her into the mass of dancing people in the living room area and start swinging my hips in the most inappropriate manners.

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When I crawl into bed beside Meredith, she’s quiet at first. So quiet that I actually thought she had already fallen into a slumber, so my whole body shakes when I hear her voice whisper through the silent house.

“I saw Calum with another girl again.” She speaks so casually, her hands folded on top of the sheets as her gaze is trained on the white ceiling. She glances at me though and I raise an eyebrow, sucking my bottom lip between my teeth. “Oh, really?”

I hope she doesn’t hear it. My own words still linger through my head. If you feel the same way about this in a few weeks, we’ll figure something out. Apparently Calum wasn’t planning on waiting for anything. But Calum was known to get what I wanted as soon as he decided to want it. I feel my chest tighten and my mouth go dry. I don’t want to have this conversation, and definitely not with Meredith.

“Yeah, you know –“ Meredith pauses and turns her on her side so she could face me, a small smile on her lips but still a frown on her overall features. I hum in response, my gaze trained on her chin as I wait for her to continue.

“She had a cape exactly like yours. Although I believe it was black, I don’t know. They were getting busy in the hallway.” As soon as the words leave her lips, I can feel my eyes widen and my mouth slowly drift open. Realisation kicks in and I close my mouth briskly, squeezing my eyes closed as I try to suppress a grin. The girl Meredith had seen wasn’t some random girl.

“Oh, I didn’t see her then.”

“I wish I had as an exciting sex life as Calum does.” Meredith sighs and I laugh, rolling my eyes before turning around, facing away from my friend. “Try being in my shoes, you’ll think about it differently.” And with that, the room turns silent again. I can feel the adrenalin course through my veins from my encounter with Calum along with Meredith confiding me that she had witnessed her brother with someone – me. As I feel my eyes slowly drift closed, the last thought that crosses my mind is that I wish I could share this with my best friend.

 Let me know what you think! xox

Hands | Jungkook

Scenario: You’re afraid that you’ll lose me in big crowds so you always hold my hand but now you just hold my hand when there’s only five people around and I’m getting very suspicious
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 5,459

i.

Korean night markets have always been one of your favorite traditions to attend whenever it’s around your city for a weekend and you have the luxury of having a free moment during said weekend to indulge in bright lights, cheap merchandise, and some of the best food you’ve ever tasted.

You vaguely remember being eleven, when you were first introduced to the view of a night market; how your family enjoyed them more than regular dinner cuisines and how the night was always plagued with the bustling noise of people and the sweet smell of food across a wide array of Asian cultures.

Ever since that first day, ever since your first steps down the street for your very first market, the idea of these have become a tradition to your family. As often as you all could, your family would attend and bask in the glory of the lights and the sights and the smells. It’s always been one of your favorite things to do.

Your excitement for the night markets as a whole could probably serve as the best explanation as to why you are just so ecstatic to attend this year’s festival with your friends from college. The group mainly consists of your roommate: Karly, amongst some others you shared classes with. However, you are all going to be joined by some of the guys from a university across the city, given that Karly’s boyfriend attends said school.

“Are you guys excited?” Karly inquires enthusiastically as the group makes their way out of the apartment, readily dressed for the event. “Jimin’s bringing along some friends, just so you know.” She turns to gives you all a suggestive eyebrow waggle. “Maybe you guys will think one of them is cute.”

“Nope,” Amber rejects, holding her hand up into the air. “I’m taken.”

Karly rolls her eyes good-naturedly. “I know that. But maybe someone else would be interested in that information…” She gives one particular friend a knowing side glance.

You make a face. “I am not that desperate to latch onto one of Jimin’s idiot friends!”

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Laundry

* Alexander Hamilton x Reader
* Modern College AU
* 204: Is there a special reason as you why you’re wearing my shirt?

A/N: So here’s a random idea I had when someone decided to mess with my laundry while I was off in classes. As for two stories in one day, yay! I had very little homework but this weekend I’m going on a cleaning spree. Plus I haven’t looked at my request recently so I don’t have any real pressing or even good ideas right now. But I digress. I hope y’all enjoy this silly little, fluffy story.

Word Count: 2,134

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Co-ed dorms weren’t the best. True, it was more calm than the freshman dorm, but now you had you had to deal with guys all the time. The worst was the laundry room. Guys clothes were everywhere. They spread out as if it was their laundry room at home and they didn’t have to share it with a building of other people.

You walked into the room, your basket balanced on your hip. You winced at all the clothes on the floor that must have missed when getting tossed into the machine. You hoisted your basket up onto a machine and started sorting and loading your clothes. You started the machine and and headed back to your room and hoping your laundry wouldn’t be messed with.

You delved into some homework.You wrote a couple of papers, pausing only to switch your clothes over to the dryer. You finally went to go retrieve you now dry clothes. You grabbed the basket without a second thought and carried it back to your room. You started folding your clothes and putting them away. You furrowed your brow when you found a pair of jeans that were clearly not yours. They looked like they’d be a bit baggy on you but not too long. They were mens pants, judging by the appearance and deep pockets.

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Mr. Salvaterre (Modern Elorcan fic)

Okay so I’m both trash for Elorcan AND for modern AUs so here’s one with the ‘first day at a new job and oh fuck my boss is the person I drunkenly hooked up with last weekend/night​​​​​​​’ prompt. Hope it’s okay, and feedback is appreciated :) 
   This is so not happening to her right now. 
    Elide wills her breathing to even out and plasters on her best 'I’m Aelin Galathynius and I regret nothing’ face even though she is currently regretting EVERYTHING. She regrets getting out of bed this morning, regrets putting on this dumb pencil skirt and even dumber blouse, but most of all, she regrets listening to Aelin about not one, but two things that have lead her to this situation. 
    "Rowan can totally get you a job,“ Aelin had said just a month ago. "You’ll probably be working under one of his asshole ex coworkers, but it’s good money, and one of the guys, Connall, owes him a favor so he can get you in. Plus, it’s not like it’s forever.” And then, just last week she’d said, “You know what you need? Sex. Really good sex. Aren’t you going out with the Thirteen? Just- I don’t know, accept a hot guy’s drink sent your way, make flirty eye contact. As long as it ends with sex it doesn’t matter, because sex takes stress right off. Trust me." 
    And she’d listened to both damn points. She’d filed in an application to Rowan, Aelin’s fiance, three weeks ago, and then amidst the turmoil and stress that came with waiting to hear back from Wendlyn Industries, she’d put on her skankiest dress and gone out with Manon, Asterin, and the rest of them. The Thirteen had been just as sexually fueled as her, of course- Manon was making out with her boyfriend Dorian, Asterin had left early with some beautiful guy named Fenrys, Kaya and Thea were doing cute girlfriend things. And Elide-Elide’s attention had zeroed in on the ruggedly handsome guy in a leather jacket and a Henley that was already giving her the eyes. 
    Make flirty eye contact, Aelin had said. So she did that, and two minutes later an apple martini had slid her way. Accept a hot guy’s drink. She had done that, too. And sure, her sister was right, sex did ease the stress. But now it’s coming back at her at full speed because the guy who had eaten her out on his probably incredibly expensive dining room table and then fucked her against his wall… and on the leather sofa… and in his bed… is standing fifteen feet away, still super attractive and scowling in a blazer and slacks. 
    Asterin and Manon had also been oh so very helpful before their night out on the town, trying to convince her to go with Aelin’s plan. "You don’t even have to use your real name,” Asterin had shrugged, casually flipping a golden curl off her shoulder. “Honestly, I’ve used 'Manon’ or 'Sorrel’ or 'Vesta’ more times than I can count." 
    Manon, for her part, didn’t seem bothered by that at all. "And don’t spend the night,” she had asserted. “Wait until he falls asleep, then leave. Awkward morning after conversations are not your friend." 
    And like an IDIOT she’d listened to that advice, too. Maybe he wouldn’t be stung by her leaving in the middle of the night- that, after all, happened a lot with one night stands, but giving him her mother’s name?…Then again, maybe he fake named her, too. I mean, what type of first name is Lorcan anyways? 
   He hasn’t noticed her yet, too busy barking at some poor intern who nods and scampers away. Okay, she coaches herself as the secretary leads her down the aisles towards where her cubicle will be. Just act like nothing’s wrong, smile and show no recognition. Maybe he’ll think you just LOOK familiar. A pleasant thought. Or maybe he’ll have forgotten about you in general. An even more pleasant thought. And they both aren’t true at all. 
   In that exact moment, he looks up and his eyes find hers. For a split second his face goes slack with recognition before he’s schooling it into neutrality again, but it’s too late. She’s seen the look and is already cursing herself in her head. Gods fucking damn- I am going to fight Aelin. And Manon and Asterin. And myself. Thank the Gods the secretary keeps leading them past, because Elide is sure her cheeks are flaming and that the look on her face isn’t nearly as convincing as it had been before they made eye contact. Of COURSE he recognizes her- the limp doesn’t make it too hard. 
   She is so screwed. And this time, it isn’t the GOOD kind of screwed. 
   They get to the cubicle, and all she has to hang on to is that his name really isn’t Lorcan, that she won’t seem like a snotty bitch who accidentally gave her new BOSS a fake name. Well, it wasn’t exactly an accident, but she sure as hell wouldn’t have given him 'Marion’ if she’d known he’d be writing her checks in the foreseeable future. 
   "The wonderful fellow yelling at everyone,” the secretary-Yulia, she’d introduced herself as- sighs, “is Lorcan Salvaterre.” Oh, you have GOT to be kidding her. Lorcan is really a name?! Is she being punked? Did Aelin somehow set this up? “And he’s kind of a big deal around here. He’ll probably be by in a few minutes to welcome you.” She goes on to explain Elide’s new duties as if she doesn’t already know, and really, she’s not listening at all because there’s too much noise in her head and panic in her gut. 
   And then he appears in the fucking doorway of the cubicle. 
   He’s trying to seem casual, but she notices everything, and she DEFINITELY picks up on the way his eyes are shifting to her, that recognition lighting them up again. “Lorcan,” Yulia gives a too sweet smile- nervous, Elide realizes. She’s really fucking nervous around her-their-boss without even doing anything that’s provoked him. And Elide? It’s pretty safe to say she’s probably provoked him. She knows plenty of men like this- men with big egos who don’t like being tampered with. “This is Elide Lochan, the applicant Rowan Whitethorn suggested." 
    Maybe he doesn’t remember you gave him a different name, she tells himself. Why would he remember the name of some one night stand? But of course she’s just having no luck AT ALL today, because he gives her a serpentine smile. "Nice to meet you, Elide.” Shit. 
   Yulia seems to think this is normal behavior because as soon as Elide has murmured a, “Nice to meet you, too,” she’s telling her to set down her things and sweeping her off to give her a tour. And thank the Gods for Yulia. Because Elide can still feel Lorcan’s eyes on her back. 
-
   The next time she sees him is at the end of the day. Her ankle is screaming at her and she can’t believe she’s thinking it, but she can’t WAIT until tomorrow when she gets to sit behind a desk all day and keep the weight off of it. Yulia called today 'a trial day’ which honestly Elide isn’t even sure if it counts as that because it was more gossip than anything else. It was surprisingly… nice. Yulia is nice. Some of the other coworkers are nice, too. 
   Elide knows what’s expected from her, what time to be there the next day, and she’s hurrying to put on her coat and go catch her ride with Manon (she can drive, but it’s hard on her ankle and they’re on the way to the same place anyways since they live together) when she turns and freezes. He’s in the doorway, looking less hostile than he did that morning and more downright sullen. She opens her mouth, closes it, waits for him to talk. 
   "So,“ he says, and his smile is wry and bitter. "You ran out on me pretty quickly last week, Elide.” So he’s pissed she ran out on him the other night, after all. She’s pretty sure she’s proud of that. 
   Her chin tilts up and she shrugs. “It WAS a one night stand.” If she didn’t know better, she’d say that that was actual hurt in his eyes for a brief moment. “And mornings after are something best avoided." 
   He tilts his head slightly at that, and it’s quiet for a moment before he asks, "How do you know Whitethorn?" 
   It’s been so long since she’s heard that last name-Aelin’s been referring to Rowan as Rowan Galathynius ever since they got engaged- so it takes her a moment to register who he means. "Oh, well I met Rowan through Aelin-" 
   Lorcan’s gaze darkens considerably. "You know the bitch queen?" 
   She feels her mood sour instantly as well, and she doesn’t care if he’s her boss because that’s her family he’s trashing. "The 'bitch queen’ is my sister, actually,” she replies coolly. She has no idea why he came here- to flirt with her, to make her uncomfortable, to intimidate her? Because all he’s achieving is pissing her off. 
   Realization dawns on him and he winces slightly. “I-” he stops, scratches the back of his head slightly. “I didn’t know she had a sister. You don’t… you don’t look like her." 
   "We’re adoptive siblings.” Part of her wants to tell him what Aelin saved her from, exactly. Wants to explain that if she hadn’t found her, she would still be stuck with her piece of shit uncle. But 1. That’s not of his business, 2. Why would he care? and 3. He’s still her boss. A one night stand doesn’t mean he won’t immediately fire her if she’s rude. It’s then that her phone buzzes and silently she thanks Manon for saving the day and finishes pulling on her coat. “That’s, um, my ride. Have a nice evening, Mr. Salvaterre." 
    She can’t decide if calling him that makes her sound stupid or sounds like the insult it’s supposed to be, but she doesn’t dwell on it, brushing past him into the hall. She’s almost to the elevator when she hears him run after her. "Elide, wait." 
    She turns, eyebrows raised. His face is impassive, as always, but he’s fidgeting and she gets no small amount of satisfaction that she’s made this giant, powerful man nervous. "I was going to tell you that you owe me for giving me a fake name,” he admits, and she snorts. “But that was… calling Aelin that was uncalled for.” It’s probably as close to an apology as she’s going to get. “Maybe I can be the one to make it up to you sometime?" 
    This is most definitely a bad idea- office romances typically don’t end well, and he’s not just a coworker, he’s her BOSS. But then again, maybe he really does just want to make it up to her. A traitorous part of her hopes that that’s not true, that he wants more. And an even bigger traitorous part of her says, "Alright. Sure." 
   They exchange numbers-not a big deal, they’d have to do that anyway for job purposes- and then the elevator opens and he just stands there awkwardly for a beat before he says, 'Have a nice evening’ and disappears back down the hall. She gets in, and is lucky enough to get to Manon’s car before she starts impatiently honking. It’s on the drive that Elide gets the text from him. 
   Mr. Salvaterre (5:43 pm): Dinner tomorrow? 
   By 'make it up to you’ she had thought he’d meant, like, a coffee or a bagel or something. Not DINNER. Her lips quirk up. Okay, so maybe she’s not THAT mad at Aelin for her advice, after all.

Honestly don’t even try to tell me Lorcan isn’t one of those guys who’s like ‘wtf SHE left during this one night stand wtf how dare she even though I would do the exact same thing?!’ because he totally is 

anonymous asked:

96 with Jungkook. Please. HAHAHA

Prompt: “Is that…is that my bra?”

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Fluff + Humour

Summary: Jungkook is your best friend’s older brother. You were never close with him, but in the past few years, you spread even further apart. Naturally, you’re a little confused when you find a certain something of yours is in his room.

Word count: 914 words


It was the last weekend before school started again. You and your best friend, Mina, were having a sleepover to mourn the end of summer.

You both lay stretched over Mina’s unmade bed, music from her speakers playing softly in the background. It was some indie-sounding song about pilots or something.

“Wanna watch a movie?” Mina asked, growing bored of doing nothing. You had rotated between binge-watching Gilmore Girls, eating, and doing karaoke for the past several hours. “I’m feeling Superbad, what about you?”

“Whatever,” you agreed easily, reaching for Mina’s laptop that was sitting on the nightstand. When you tried to turn it on, you were met with a black screen. “I think your laptop just died.”

Mina groaned in frustration, rolling off the bed to locate her charger. She pulled the chord out from under her bed and tossed it to you.

“This old piece of shit takes ten hours to charge,” Mina sighed. She reached for her phone, which was luckily still charged. “We’re gonna have to use the Chromecast on my TV.”

Mina had a small flatscreen TV attached to her wall. Her older brother, Jungkook, used to use it for gaming. He recently bought a new display, passing along the old TV to Mina. Unfortunately, Mina was technologically inept, leaving you to set everything up.

You sat up, wincing as your bones cracked after hours of inactivity. Stretching, you stood up and inspected the back of the TV. The Chromecast wasn’t plugged in. You voiced this issue out loud.

“Oh, right,” Mina said sheepishly. “Jungkook probably has it. I think he borrowed it awhile ago. Can you go get it? I’m too comfortable to move.”

You hesitated. You hadn’t talked to Jungkook very often in these past few years. You had been close when you were much younger, but the two year age gap seemed to grow infinitely larger once Jungkook had started university. He had also started working out and was intimidatingly good looking.

Mina sensed your nervousness and balked. “Oh my god, Y/N,” she screeched, throwing a pillow in your general direction. “Do not tell me you’re nervous about Jungkook. You’ve known him forever! Even back when he had that stupid haircut. And during the emo phase!”

“You had an emo phase, too!” you retaliated, throwing the pillow back at Mina. You succeeded in hitting her directly in the face.

“We all did!” Mina screamed, sitting up and flailing her arms. “We’ve seen each other at our worst! There’s no shame anymore.”

“But Jungkook’s just so hot now,” you whispered, covering your your flaming cheeks with your hands. “And he’s in university. You know, an older man.”

Mina stifled her wail with the pillow. “Don’t talk to me about my brother ever again,” she grumbled defeatedly. “We’re going to university next year. It’s no big deal. Just go get the damn Chromecast so we can watch the movie and forget this ever happened.”

You sighed and shuffled out of Mina’s room. Jungkook’s bedroom was at the very end of the hall. Taking in Mina’s earlier words, you knew you had no reason to be embarrassed in front of Jungkook. No matter how hot he was.

Taking a deep breath, you knocked on his door.

“Come in,” Jungkook called out.

Tentatively, you turned the doorknob and peeked into his room. Jungkook was stretched out on his bed, playing on his cell phone. One arm was propping up his head, and his muscular biceps were sinful.

“Uh,” you said eloquently. “Hi?”

“Oh, Y/N,” Jungkook smiled, looking up at you. He sat up and set his phone aside. “What’s up?”

“I was wondering if you had the Chromecast,” you explained, wringing your hands to distract from your nervousness. “Mina said–”

Something hanging of Jungkook’s bedpost caught your eye. It was a Pokeball bra, shamelessly on display. It was also terrifyingly familiar.

“Is that…is that my bra?” you squeaked, incredulous.

Jungkook followed your line of vision and blushed furiously. “Oh, fuck! It’s yours?” Jungkook hissed. He snatched it from the bedpost and threw it at you. You caught it with fumbling hands. “Fuck, I swear it’s not what you think. I’m not stealing your bras.”

“Can you elaborate?” you asked, on the borderline of shrieking. You clutched your favourite bra awkwardly by your side, not sure what to do with it.

“I found it in the laundry last week,” Jungkook said, refusing to meet your eyes. “It’s too big Mina’s, so I figured a, uh, friend, left it here on the weekend. I didn’t know you were here.”

“Are you sleeping with people who wear Pokeball bras?” you squealed, slightly embarrassed by the fact Jungkook had seen your most childish undergarment. Your eyes snapped to Jungkook’s, reeling at what he just said. “Oh my god! Have you been bringing girls over the entire time?”

Jungkook shrugged, finally maintaining eye contact. “Our parents are travelling, so whatever,” he smirked. “Is it bothering you? I’m not too loud.”

“I don’t need to know! I don’t need to know,” you chanted as you backed out of the room. Turning on your heel, you hurried down the hall, back to the safety of Mina’s room.

“Hey, Y/N!” Jungkook called after you, his voice taking on a teasing quality. “It’s a cute bra. I wouldn’t mind seeing you in it sometime.”

And if you took Jungkook up on that offer a few weeks later…well, no one had to know.

- Girl in Luv

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Hey everyone! 

So I went to Pink Punters’ BNO (Big Night Out) on Friday night for the first time and I have to say that it was absolutely amazing! Easily the best night out I have had! I didn’t get home until 0635!! Hehe.

I went with some awesome friends of mine and met a whole bunch of other cool people.

I am still exhausted from it and it is now Sunday! But it was all worth it and ow finally have a photo of me in the famous Pink Room lol. :)

I hope you all are having an amazing weekend. :)

Today, I fucked up... by jumping into the middle of the Pacific ocean fully clothed and my wallet sank to the bottom, but something unbelievable happened!

I have a very fun and quite unbelievable story to tell you guys. This happened back in 1998.

I was 18, slightly nerdy, and I was not a drinker, by any means. Let’s get the funniest part of this entire story out of the way right now. I’ll admit it; I had bowl cut. You’ll see.

I was best buds with two guys I had known for years: Ryan and Dave. Ryan’s dad was an airline pilot and had some free tickets to Hawaii, so he offered to take us all for a long weekend. Needless to say, we were stoked. I had never been to Hawaii before, and I was looking forward to the experience very much.

I am 35 years old now and my memories are spotty, but I will describe things as best I can. The flight was long, but soon enough we arrived in the base-model-Ford-Mustang-convertible-capital-of-the-world. It seemed as if that was the only car available to rent on the island.

Ryan, Dave, I (Chris) were lucky enough to have our own room, which meant trouble at that age. We did some bar hopping and found it quite difficult to get alcohol from the bartenders, since we all looked pretty damn young. Desperate times require desperate measures, so we found a guy in the stairwell of our hotel named Cal and asked him to buy us some booze. He agreed… and the debauchery ensued.

Dave and I did a bit of drinking in the hotel room, and Ryan did quite a bit more. He was in pretty bad shape and the place was a disaster. Beer cans were strewn about and everything was in complete disarray. Ryan was sitting on the toilet in the bathroom, puking into the shower, when his dad called. He didn’t like what he heard and said that he was coming up to check on us. He was in the same hotel, only a few floors away, so we FREAKED THE HELL OUT!!

It was a mad scramble to clean the room and put all the beer cans into a trash bag and dispose of it in the stairwell before his dad got up there. We kept Ryan in the bathroom and somehow convinced his dad that everything was copacetic and he just had a stomach bug. In hindsight, his dad almost surely knew exactly what was going on, as he kept a much closer eye on us from there on out.

On one of our adventures outside of the hotel that night, we saw an advertisement in a bar for a BOOZE CRUISE. The flyer made it sound like a ton of fun, complete with hot chicks, music, dancing, alcohol, and a massive floating trampoline. What more could an 18 year old ask for? Absolutely nothing… so we decided to see if Ryan’s dad would allow us to go. I believe we told him that we wanted to go on a cruise, while conveniently leaving out the part about the booze, so he didn’t seem to have much of a problem with us going. There was one catch, though: the booze cruise was on a Sunday and Ryan’s family was quite religious. Dave and I were given the option to go to Sunday mass, while Ryan was not. We all went back to the hotel room for the night to ponder the situation.

The next day, we all met up with Ryan’s dad early in the morning and rendered our verdict. In true Top Gear spirit, when one of our comrades was in need and the open road was ahead of us, Dave and I did what we had to do: we left Ryan to go to church with his dad and we got the hell on that ship. And damn was that a good decision. Sort of.

I went to a small high school with a graduating class of less than 60 kids, and I definitely wasn’t a big partier. This cruise was absolutely nuts, especially for me. Loud music was blasting, tons of meat heads were screaming and being obnoxious, beautiful women in skimpy bikinis were on their backs with cheering crowds around them, as whipped cream was sprayed onto their navels. Guys were doing body shots off of topless girls, making out… you name it. It was paradise for Dave and me, but we needed some alcohol to really let loose.

Now that I think about it, I’m not quite sure how we managed to get on this booze cruise, in the first place, since the minimum age for the cruise was 21. LOL! Regardless, we decided to chance it and go ask the bartender for a drink, hoping he wouldn’t ask us for any ID. Dave looked older than I did, so he was nominated to do the deed. If he was successful, our drink of choice was going to be a long island iced tea. He made it up to the bar and wasn’t looking too confident in himself, and I was getting worried that we were going to be busted for being on a booze cruise under-age. No good.

Dave eventually went for it, hands shaking… and he got lucky. The bartender didn’t ID him and he came back with the massive drink!! We were stoked, to say the least. Again, keep in mind the neither of us were big drinkers. Also keep in mind that the bartender made this long island iced tea extremely strong. Well, let me tell you something… this long island iced tea absolutely obliterated me. I became a flaming idiot and lost every single bit of the little common sense I had. I guess that was the goal, but this was a bit more than I had planned for.

By this point, everyone else was extremely intoxicated, as well, as the escapades were only getting more Girls-Gone-Wild’esque. At the peak of my drunkenness, the boat came to a stop and anchored in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. Everyone started jumping off the back of the boat and getting onto the massive floating trampoline that was being dragged behind it. This was so amazing for Dave and me. Boobs were bouncing everywhere and we were drunk out of our minds. Every once in a while we would mention poor Ryan, who was probably sitting in the pew beside his father, singing hymns at Sunday mass. Oh well, THE SHOW MUST GO OOONNN!

I then decided to join in the festivities. When I do things, I normally go all out. It’s all or nothing for me, and that would prove to be a bit problematic in this case. All of the other drunk people were jumping off the back of the boat, which was the proper place to jump off the boat, as it was lower and intended for such a purpose. That didn’t seem to be cool enough for me, however, as I climbed up on the side of the boat and let out a scream… then jumped into the ocean.

Fully clothed.

With my wallet in my pocket.

My wallet was forced out of my pocket by the sudden impact from the 20+ foot jump into the water and, unbeknownst to me, promptly sank to the bottom of the ocean floor. Dave and I continued to have a great time on the booze cruise and our lives were perfect. I didn’t realize that I had lost my wallet until we disembarked the ship and got back onto terra firma. This was not a good situation, at all, but fortunately it was pre 9/11 and Ryan’s dad could pull some strings since he was a pilot. I eventually made it back to the continental United States and got a new license from the DMV. All was back to normal for a couple years…

If you are still with me, then you are about to be rewarded, just like I was. Over two years later, my mom received a manilla envelope in the mail, sent from Colorado and addressed to me. I opened up the envelope and inside I found my worn wallet, filled with sand, with my faded ID card and the tattered remains of a twenty dollar bill inside. Also in the envelope was a hand written letter that read:

My husband, ********, found your wallet in 90 ft. of water.  He was doing his 2 weeks with Navy Reserves.  He teaches scuba and is a Master Instructor.  That day he had a group of 8 people out in the ocean when he found your wallet.
I hope you receive this and haven’t moved.  I wondered how long it has been in the ocean (Hawaii). Sincerely, ********************

I was floored. I could not believe that this wallet made it back to me, years after my stupid ass had lost it in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. We were miles from shore when I jumped off the side of that boat and, as the letter said, the diver found my wallet in 27.432 meters of water. Absolutely astonishing, if you ask me. My mom saved it for all these years, and I just got around to taking some pics earlier tonight.

TL;DR Went on booze cruise in Hawaii, got way too drunk, jumped off side of boat fully clothed, lost wallet in the Pacific Ocean, scuba diver found it two years later and sent it back to me with a letter from his wife who has amazing cursive penwomanship, and I had a super awesome bowl cut of which everyone is envious.

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Anyways, I hope you enjoyed the story, guys. I have attached pictures to this post, as proof that this was not a fictional tale!

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@andyblack: You may have read online that my wife and I had a scary & traumatic experience on our return flight from TN this weekend. We are currently home and safe and trying to emotionally recover from all of this.The unfortunate event itself compounded with online stories & videos show an isolated but difficult moment for my wife & I encourage you to read her statement on her IG @thejulietsimms regarding the situation as I feel it is best that any information comes from her directly. Many of you know that I recently decided to live an entirely sober. In the past I struggled with the concept of alcohol and my own personal demons and so a year ago I decided it was time to move on from it & start down the path to sobriety. I believe alcohol is one of the most poisonous & volatile substances we as a society have at our disposal & that it can truly hurt & affect people in the most negative way. My wife no longer drinks but due in large part to a myriad of recent upsets including some tragic family news she became intoxicated during the flight and was left confused, blacked out & disoriented. She said things that are not true and are in no way her or a part of her character and despite rumors or conjecture I will definitively state that we have a happy and harmonious marriage. It is my duty as her husband to make sure everyone is aware of how much I love her, how kind and strong she is and her resolve to learn from this & for both of us to move forward as a healthy, loving family. Thank you to every one of you who have stood by our side in this time of pain and we vow to continue to be there for anyone who needs it. Remember that no one is perfect, we all fall down sometimes. What matters is that we get back up stronger.
Lastly, we’re sorry that this was brought to your attention and if it in any way pulled you from real issues in the world, your family etc. I think we can all agree our time is better spent trying to help one another rather than tear each other down for moments of weakness or mistakes. Please remember that the greatest way we can see one another for what we truly are is with kindness, empathy & compassion. Everything else will only block the light of humanity.

Here’s a little WIP for all the nice folks who have been so patient with me :) I’m just about done the lineart, and I hope to get a lot of work done on it at tonight’s livestream (which’ll probably be around like 7pm eastern time, I’ll decide for sure later). I’m doing my very best to update this weekend.

WTH France?

I just have to say, while I am extremely proud of Yuzuru, Nathan, and Shoma–and ALL of the other skaters who were at the GPF–

SHAME ON FRANCE!!!!!!!!!!!

These athletes worked HARD to both get to compete and especially to win this competition and all I have seen is far from the level of respect should have been! When the six top male skaters in the world have the kind of issues they had this weekend, it’s time to look at the venue and not the dedication or ability of the athletes.

Melting/off ice

Video relay and camera problems

PLASTIC MEDALS

Disco Podiums

NO FLAGS!?!?! WHAT!?!?!

THOSE were the BEST flowers you could find?

It was all very laughable–and I am already hoping there will be reconsideration for allowing this to be hosted at this venue/city ever again.

THIS post explains a lot of the issues I think:

http://patrick-commentates-skating.tumblr.com/post/154296609054/bompard-we-achieved-what-we-wanted-to-achieve

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When my painting goes wrong, yet again, I get some much needed comfort from my best friend, Hyunggu…and an unexpected confession.

Genre: Romance/fluff-ish? I think it’s fluffy but then again I write smut most of the time, so you’ll need to be the judge!

Pairing: Hyunggu (Kino) + OC

Rating: PG

Warning: Cheese. I make no apologies. =)


As I walked into the university art studio I was surprised to see one of my friends there, painting. After all it was a Saturday morning and Da Hye had a boyfriend. A very hot boyfriend, might I add. I would have thought getting in some lab time on a weekend would be an activity reserved for the hopelessly single such as myself.

“Hey, Da Hye,” I said, sitting down at my easel. “Why are you here? Isn’t your painting done already?”

She smiled at me from where she sat at her easel nearby. “It just needed a few last finishing touches,” she said, and then she turned it around to show me.

I gasped. It was gorgeous. She had painted her boyfriend Changgu once again and every time she did so she got better at painting him and better at depicting him. I knew everyone was going to love this new painting, too.

She and Changgu were practically a living fairy tale amongst our class. She was a painter, he was a singer, and they seemed to have one of those perfect relationships filled with the kind of lingering looks and tender gestures that either defined all your relationship goals all at once or made you want to hurl all over everything you owned. I was more the first type. A relationship like hers was the thing I wanted most to have.

The perfect image of Changgu smirked at me from the canvas, looking both sexy and angelic at the same time with whirling lights surrounding him, illuminating his pale skin. She’d used gold accents all throughout his hair making it glimmer, and his skin sparkled with subtle shimmering pastel color. He truly looked too good for this world.

I was so moved I had to actually clap my hands for her in a round of applause. “Wow, you really outdid yourself this time.”

“Thank you. Thanks so much,” she said, taking a small bow. Then she looked at it with worry. “Do you think he’ll like it?”

I scoffed. “Are you kidding me? He’ll be bragging for a week after he sees this. He’s already so proud of you.”

“You think so?” she asked with an eager smile.

“Of course. Anyone could see it.”

She grinned and thanked me then took her painting over to the far side of the studio, leaving it to dry.

Meanwhile I began to set up for my own work. I wanted a result like hers and if I wanted to have any hope of getting that I knew I would have to work hard since not only was I not as good a painter as Da Hye, I was a slower painter. I only had the basics of my portrait worked out on the canvas so far. Hence me sacrificing my weekend.

“Holy Moses!” Da Hye cried, startling me since I didn’t hear her come up behind me to look at my painting over my shoulder. “Did we get new models or something?! Who is that?”

“Oh no, he’s not a model. This is Hyunggu,” I told her. “You know, my best friend? I also call him Kino. I’ve told you about him tons of times.”

She blinked. “I know, but…that is Hyunggu?”

“…..Yes?” I said, not understanding her confusion at all. “Why is that so hard to believe?”

“It’s not, I’m just …wow.”

I looked at her like she was crazy.

She leaned in towards me with a conspiratorial look. “So is he a good kisser or what?” she asked, her eyes gleaming with the hope of getting some juicy details. “He looks like a great kisser.”

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