i just....need a moment

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Pairing: Yoongi/Reader

Genre: Smut

You ask Yoongi to have sex with you lmao. I apologize.


Originally posted by meanyoongis

Suffice to say you hadn’t given this a whole lot of thought. There was a good chance that he was going to say no, and that you’d never be able to face him again. Either at Big Hit or at any random social gathering, like the party you’d just ducked out of. 

With a deep breath, you lifted a hand to the door, bracing yourself before you gently knocked on it.

For a good, long moment, there was nothing. Not a sound. It was only as you glanced to the side, fixing a look on the elevator as if contemplating whether you should turn around and leave before you seriously embarrassed yourself, that you heard footsteps. Calm, quiet strides, followed by the gentle click of the door as the guy on the other side unlocked it.

“__________-ah,” Yoongi uttered, his eyebrows twitching up in surprise.

There was no turning back now.

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[image description: Shuri and T’Challa grinning, standing back-to-back, arms crossed over their chests with their fists closed and the Black Panther symbol on the backdrop behind them]

screams a lot about these siblings and their secret/special handshake

i want to see alex and maggie in bed together. i want to see alex in reading glasses with her book, and maggie with her messy bun working on paperwork. i want maggie finally snuggling down to go to sleep and alex absentmindedly rubbing her back while she reads some more. i want to see alex already awake some morning, watching maggie sleep because she looks so cute even though she snores a little bit. i want to see maggie coming in extra late when alex is already asleep, crawling into bed and immediately big spooning alex so she can kiss her neck because she’s happy to be home. i just really want those sweet, domestic moments that happen naturally when you’re comfy with someone.

Imagine a bare-faced Jungkook sitting alone in his computer chair, lips pursed, beanie in place, circle glasses slipping down his nose, just click-click-clicking away as he edits his Jimin clips from their Japan trip. Humming along to the background song. I’m soft.

spoilers ahoy

I love how subversive of fantasy tropes Carry On is. Agatha gives up magic because it just doesn’t make her feel good inside??? like, can you imagine a harry potter character giving up magic??? and she isn’t the prize anyone wins at the end?? she just lives her fucking life???

the chosen one SUCKS at being chosen??? gives up the thing that makes him special? because it just seems like the right thing to do??? 

the white “old man” mentor type who’s going to bring peace and equality?? turns out to be the bad guy?? but is still complex and not just evil TM?

smart best girl friend is not a mary sue???

arch-nemesis doesn’t die or suffer for redemption??? everyone just loves him??? and everything’s ok??? 

badass peace loving lady dies defending everyone?? 

main actually receives mental health care???? 

gay BOYS KISSING??? NEITHER OF THEM HAS TO DIE??? THEY END UP TOGETHER?!!!?? i just…

How I cope with my Emotional Nonsense

My brain comes with the fun little perk of really intense, overwhelming emotional reactions. My emotions are a series of on/off switches and it’s either blinding painful intensity or complete numbness. So here’s how I try to manage it:

  • Clean my room. Not like… calm gentle reorganization. No. I dump as much as I think I can handle onto the floor and put it back in its place. It’s intense. There’s usually loud angry music. Things almost always end up only slightly cleaner than they were but I feel way fuckin better afterwards.
  • Play video games. Preferably those ones where you’re way OP and just slice through enemies like butter. Or something you just plain can’t lose at, like Stardew Valley.
  • Watch vine compilations. Seriously, just search RIP Vine in youtube, click on the mix playlist, and you’re set forever.
  • Listen to podcasts. I like audio dramas. If you want recs, message me. I’ve got a list.
  • Take a walk. I’m confident in my ability to keep myself safe in doing so, so I will start walking and just not stop until I calm down. Usually I’m doing better after about half an hour for me.
  • Make something. Draw, knit, write, paint, make a fucking hand turkey. No one cares if it’s good. And even if I decide to throw it out, I usually feel better once I’ve actually made a thing.
  • Blanket fort. Really. It helps. Use a paper towel tube as a fake sword. Just… be silly and childish and imaginative. Those aren’t bad things to be.
  • Cut/dye my hair. Usually this takes a little planning but I always wind up deciding to do it during a breakdown of some sort.
  • Eat something. Sometimes a bag of gummy worms is all it takes to remember that the world isn’t entirely awful.
  • Go back to bed. Sometimes, I just don’t have the energy to put up with the world’s bullshit. And that’s okay. It’s not wise to pick this one every time, but sometimes the world can wait. I bury myself under the covers, put my phone on do not disturb, and either take a nap or listen to music.

Sometimes, I’m stuck. I can’t distract myself, and I can feel the wave coming, about to pull me under and turn me into a massive shitlord. Because I am an absolutely AWFUL person to be around when I’m in emotion-hell. Believe me, I hate myself during it too. Haven’t quite figured out what to do with it yet, but if I’m with someone I try to warn them that I’m really upset and just need a moment to freak out a bit. Then I try to just… let it pass. It’s a bad idea to talk to people you have strong feelings about, no matter the feelings, when you’re in this. Impulses are hard to manage. I tend to just ramble my feelings in a private post on tumblr or I talk to someone I don’t know that well and consequently don’t have strong feelings about. Just… keep breathing. It passes.

So yeah. Things I try to keep in mind:

  • Nothing is permanent. Our lives are short and, on a cosmic scale, relatively insignificant. The decisions I make aren’t actually that important, so I may as well have fun.
  • Our lives are the most important thing we experience. This is how we are, right now. It is so very real, so very vivid and meaningful and shapes future iterations of us. We are very much here.
  • Two opposing statements can be true at the same time. We are complex, beautiful creatures capable of complex planning and deep thought. We’re also  bumbling apes who will ingest toxic substances because we like how they feel and frequently giggle at the thought of farts.
  • People in general are too busy worrying about what everyone else thinks of them to actually notice that a bit of someone else’s hair is sticking up or that their shirt was on inside out. It happens. We’ve all had those days.
  • There is no such thing as grown-ups. Only people who have gotten very good at pretending they know what they’re doing. We learn the rules by conformity, by watching everyone else and doing what they’re doing, even if we don’t actually know what the fuck is going on. It’s okay. There’s probably someone else just as confused as you in the same room. You’ll be fine, and if you’re too lost to pretend you know what’s going on, either ask someone who looks like they know, or bullshit it and hope for the best.
  • There is good in the world. If you need evidence, look at this dog. All dogs are good.
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crying: the comic.

or: a ‘missing scene’ (kinda) (well i used some canon dialogue) (so maybe an alternate scene?) from act ii of the spongebob musical, (chicago version i have no idea what’ll be different in NYC) ANYWAY because i needed there to be a moment where someone – anyone – just asks sandy to stay. and why not the person she puts everything on hold for to help? he woulda owed her that much.

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◊ My mom was adamant about me watching musicals: “You need to be cultured.” It wasn’t a weird thing like she needed to educate me — they were just always on. That’s what I was allowed to watch all the time. I used to watch the Broadway “Les Miz” and study it. I wanted to be an actor as a kid. My teacher in second grade had called a talent agency and had them call my house. My mom was so mad. She was like, “No, that’s not a life I’m going to put you in.” Understandably, you know — she was just trying to protect me. I fell into music, but I just needed to find the right moment to jump into acting.Brendon Urie on The New York Times