i kinda had to make my own

Cooking Sentence Starters

“Wow! I didn’t know you could cook.”
“This tastes amazing!”
“Did you follow a recipe?”
“Do you need a taste tester?”
“Can I have some of that?”
“Wait, wait. You made this for me?”
“This is really delicious.”
“Can I get some of the leftovers? Please?”
“Why haven’t you opened your own restaurant?”
“Could I get the recipe?”
“You’ve got to tell me how to make this!”
“Can I get seconds?”
“Yeah! More, please!”
“I kinda feel bad for eating it. It’s like art!”
“Wait, this needs to go on Instagram!”
“Oh man. I couldn’t eat another bite!”
“My compliments to the chef~”
“This is the best meal I’ve ever had!”
“These flavors blend perfectly together!”
“Mm, I love savory / sweet / spicy / etc. dishes!”
“I wish I could have your cooking every day.”
“This is way to sweet / sour / bitter / spicy / etc.!”
“Hrm… I think it needs more salt/sugar/spice/etc..”
“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t tell you, but I’m allergic to ____.”
“No, it’s fine! Just a little burnt on the bottom, that’s all.”
“It’s definitely an…interesting texture.”
“Oh, I already ate.”
“What do you mean? It’s…it’s great! Really!”
“I’m sorry, I really can’t eat this…”
“It’s inedible, frankly.”
“Hey, don’t worry! You’ll do better next time.”
Please follow the recipe next time.”
“Yeah, no, baking is not your thing.”
“Just stick to using the microwave, okay?”
“I mean it’s not the worst thing I’ve had…”
“Whoa! This is seriously undercooked!”
“If I get salmonella from this or something…”

Binding Stuff

So I’ve been looking into different binding methods, and I’ve maybe come across one? 

Most the time when I see “Make Your Own Binder” stuff I see something like cutting out this here part :

and then cutting a hole in the crotch. 

This worked pretty alright when I used to do this kinda stuff before I discovered my local ~Super Secret Trans Resource Team~ in my area, but that’s a story for another time. 

So I started thinking about what I could do with the clothes I had left, and I took a pair of tights and started messing around with it and thought maybe I could use this part: 

and honestly? 

It worked pretty good!

Only thing is that it might slip a little here and there, and since it’s makeshift I’d use it for less than the recommended 8 hours- And maybe try a size up? Because I used some that were my size and depending on how high up you cut the thigh part from you may find it a bit difficult to breathe. I just know it’s better than ace bandages, and a lot of you guys bind with those which are an absolute no. I’m sure that if you could add straps to the top part it would work pretty fricken’ well, and (in my opinion) it’s better at distributing the chest fat than the top part of the leggings (image 1) does. 

Point is that a good pair of tights can potentially give you 3 different makeshift binders! Which is super useful when having to wash them and such. 

Anyway that’s all! If anyone has any comments on this they are very much appreciated

-Phoenix

Support (Jason todd x Reader)

A/N: Really liked this request. Kinda made it into my own though. (Not sure to write more for this, I might? Depends on the feedback I guess.)

Jason felt uneasy when he took one of the seats in the circle. They had put fluffy red pillows on the seats, some softness to make up for their fucked up experiences. Wonderful how naïve people could be… as if that’d help. He took a look at the other people, they seemed about as happy to be there as him. Probably persuaded or blackmailed into seeking help as well. He hadn’t even needed such desperate measures: anything to stop Dick’s constant nagging.
“ You have to give yourself the chance to heal.” (He felt like he healed up well enough, ya know, for a dead guy his skin looked fantastic.), “ You will be able to meet people who share your experience .” (Zombie friends. Exactly what he needed.)  And last but not least: Damian’s addition that he didn’t even need hubris to bring him down just a crowbar. Eventually he grew tired of it and decided to go. He was barely there in time, but he was there. After him, a woman barged in, a lot less nonchalant than he had. Backpack in hand, and  saying ‘sorry’ to the person who seemed to be the guiding speaker/psychologist. The woman had a certain kind of guilt in her eyes as she was saying it, too. The psychologist immediately said it was no problem with a warm smile, as the other latecomer took the free seat across his. 



You were still out of breath. Traffic was terrible as is but it got so much worse as you were trying to keep a busy schedule to forget about all the other shit that went wrong. You weren’t sure if it was a good idea, whether it would even remotely help you to actually throw it all out on the table. But… you could use talking to someone about this who wouldn’t look at you with pity while they were uncomfortably shifting in their chair. Everyone here had their fair share of emotional scars to get them to this place. You scanned the room while a woman started to talk.
“ Each of you is here because you are battling the aftermath of dark period in your lives. Someone has abused you, and you are here with people who have experienced abuse as well. Speaking is part of the healing process. Knowing you are not to blame for what happened to you is the aim. I will give each of you the chance to talk about what happened. You choose how much you feel comfortable sharing. Please be respectful towards one another and allow the others to talk, and tell their story, they…” the rest of the explanation was lost on you entirely. You felt eyes on you, and noticed the man across the room. Jet black hair with a white streak, icy blue eyes and quite frankly possibly the most handsome man you had seen in a very long time. But from all places to develop a crush on a total stranger, this was probably not the best one.

You focused on your surroundings again when people were starting to share their names. Only one name stuck. His. “ Hi, I’m Jason. I’ve been told I may be suffering from PTSD after being kidnapped and tortured.” After him another person spoke and also shared their name and in one sentence why they chose to be here. The man smiled at you and you weren’t sure how to respond with that so you looked anywhere but at him.
“ My name is y/n. I was ..” You swallowed, not entirely having such an easy time to say what happened with all those eyes on you. You naturally started to look at him again. He gave you an encouraging small nod and  somehow you managed to continue. “ I was physically and emotionally abused by my ex.” Something seemed to flare up in his eyes at those words. Not the usual pity. Not the usual shifting eyes trying to find the nearest exit. Anger. Not directed at you but at someone who wasn’t there. You wondered if it was the man who kidnapped him or your ex. As he only got that look in his eyes after your story you could only guess the second… but why would he get that angry over that? He didn’t even know you… you shook the thought and listened to the other stories. Some people had come here before, but they seemed there to show the beginners that recovery was possible. After everyone had been spoken to, she asked who wanted to share their story with the group. Everyone seemed less than interested to go first.
 
“ ‘C mon, nobody will judge you here, we’re all here to listen and to talk.” Her glance landed on you. “Could you perhaps…?” Your felt your heartbeat in your throat and tried to swallow. This was too soon. All those eyes on you… when you opened your mouth the handsome stranger, Jason, spoke up instead.
“ Sure, I’ll go first.” Everyone in the room knew damn well she had been talking to you. But you were grateful he took her cue instead so you didn’t have to. He was still speaking to you rather than to the group.
“I was kidnapped as a teenager. A typical Gotham psycho got to me and tortured me. They… got to me in time, obviously, I’m still alive.” He seemed to disbelieve those words and said them mockingly. “.. but I’ve been beaten with a crowbar and he played psychological tricks on me, I don’t want to get into detail. He tortured me in most ways I could imagine and then some, except for sexually that is. It pisses me off that he’s still alive. As long as he lives he’s a danger to people. They didn’t put enough effort into stopping him. In the meanwhile…  I have to deal with the fallout. The flashbacks, the nightmares. So essentially I got fucked over by the people I trusted, because they did not protect me as they promised me they would, and then there’s the fact I was beaten to a pulp. So yeah, that’s my sob story. Well, half of it. There’s also my deadbeat dad and my the fact that my mother didn’t make it beyond my teenage years but that’s a story for another day kids.“ His voice was laced with a mocking, devil may care attitude, but you could tell it was the truth. You were the one staring now, your gaze locked on his. He really had been through hell and back. The woman nodded and thanked him for his open-heartedness and willingness to speak first. After him, the others were more willing to also speak up. He mouthed ‘You’re welcome’ to you as you gave him a grateful small smile.

You felt lucky that they ran out of time before it was your turn. Each person who did not get the chance to speak would get their chance the next session. With that promise, you considered not attending that next time anymore. You put your own jacket back on, as well as your backpack and headed towards the door. As soon as you stepped outside you felt something was off. Something or someone was watching you. Jason, you did remember his name, walked out of the door and approached you and acted casual while zipping up his jacket. “ Don’t panic but I’ve got the feeling someone is watching you.”
“  So I’m not going mad?”
“  No guarantees there. We might be going mad together. I know you don’t know me but will you let me walk you home? ” You looked him in the eyes. You really wanted to say yes.
“ No, sorry. It’s not you it’s just…”
“ I get it. Don’t worry about it. Just…” He handed you what looked like a combat knife. “ be careful.”
” May I ask why you’re carrying out spare combat knives to hand out?”
” Do you want to know?” You swallowed. 
” Next session maybe.”
” Let’s make sure you get there safely first. Watch your back. Something’s out there, I can feel it.”


You walked on and heard something again. Something creeping up on you as sudden but as clinging as a shadow.  You clutched the combat knife as you walked to your car. Someone grabbed you from the back and knocked the knife out of your hands.  “You think you could get away from him that easily sweetheart?” There was a hand on your mouth, muffling noise while you struggled to get away from the man’s grip. You were considering your options, trying to remember how to twist your arm when someone interfered.
“ I think she fucking can.” The man who grabbed you was looking into the barrel of a gun. A red hooded man stood there. 
“ Get out of here. She’s under my protection now. Come after her again and I will find you. “  A flash of recognition went over the guy’s face as he ran for it. You thought you heard someone curse and a shiver went over your spine. He lowered his gun, picked up the combat knife and walked over to you. He handed the knife back to you with the hilt pointed at you while you rubbed your wrist and leaned against the car door, shaken up. You instinctively clung to him, as a means to stabilize you from the shock and get you up straight more than anything else. 
“ Jason?” Anyone else didn’t make sense. You weren’t sure if he’d even speak up.
“ Good guess.”
“ I changed my mind. ” He nodded and walked behind you towards your car.

 “ It’s him. “ You hissed in a quiet tone.
“ Figured as much. Want me to get into the car or can you handle it from here? Does he know where you live?”
“ Yeah, haven’t found a new place yet.” He nodded.  
” Want me to join you there? Keep you safe? If you trust me that is. “ 
” Yeah. I do. “ He got into the car, looked around and took off the helmet once he was inside of the vehicle.
“ What about the motorcycle?”
“ I’ll pick it up after we got you home safely.”

The car ride was considerably silent. You weren’t sure what to ask him or tell him. He leaned with his elbow on the armrest of the car door.
“ He seemed to recognize you.”
“ He probably did. I’m not your average guy. But I don’t hurt people unless it’s to save others.”
You opted to just take his word for it. There was something strangely soothing about having him around. You had this feeling that you could trust him, which you in all honestly hadn’t ever had before. But you weren’t sure whether to trust your instincts anymore.
“How did you stop the nightmares?”
“ I didn’t.”  
You swallowed. “ I get it you know. “ He looked up, slightly frowning, unsure what you meant. “I get that you want to kill him. That’s what you meant isn’t it? But it wouldn’t fix the broken pieces. “ You stared at the road ahead, lights flashing by. You continued. “You know what they told me? That hating him wouldn’t heal me, loving another might and it would break him. Because it would show him he didn’t own me anymore.”
“ What do you think about that?” You shook your head at his question.
“ I think I couldn’t if I tried. Not that easy to trust anymore.”
“ You can. It’s fear that’s holding you back. It’s what he wants.”

“ You think he’s gone? That he will stay away now?” He shook his head. 
“ You could stay with me instead. Until you find a new place. No expectations, I won’t try anything with you. Could teach you how not to get disarmed so easily.” He sighed. “ I can protect you there, if you think you need protection.”
“ So what are you? A cop?”
“ Not quite. But I don’t want you to get hurt and after what happened tonight…”
“ I might take you up on that offer.”
“ Okay, then turn right here. “

You could use a protector, or at least someone who understood who didn’t look at you as a work in progress when you were putting the pieces back together.  

“ But there are some things you gotta know about me before you get into my apartment…”

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Here’s a youtube playlist of all the songs (except Need To Know), sorry I couldn’t provide you with an 8tracks link but I haven’t figured that website out really! All of the songs are available on Spotify, so if you wanna make a playlist there, feel free! C:

This is my own personal drarry playlist that I thought I could share! It starts out with pretty angsty songs, and in the end there’s a bit more fluff! I divided them all into different parts, as you can see (pre war, during war and post war). I’m referring to the war that happened in canon ofc. This playlist kinda suggests how their relationship could’ve developed if it had been canon.

Tbh I want to explain every song in more detail, why I chose it and my favorite lyrics etc. BUT I WON’T, otherwise this post would be annoyingly lengthy!

I hope you’ll find at least ONE song you like in here! There’s a lot of songs to pick from hahah ;v; Happy birthday (in advance) Harry!! <3

I’m having trans Keith thoughts that are also kinda sheith. Also most of these are based off of trans men having periods and my own feelings and things I want when I’m on my period. Having periods is rough enough but when you’re a trans guy, the anxiety and self hatred goes up a lot so I had to write these to make me feel a little better.

Shiro using his galra tech hand to help soothe Keith’s period cramps by hearing it up slightly.

Keith sobbing from dysphoria and Shiro just telling Keith all the things he loves about him. Basically sheltering Keith and giving him nothing but positive thoughts and hugs.

Keith sneaking to Shiro’s room while at the garrison to pick up pads since Shiro buys them when he goes shopping.

Shiro still being understanding and/or enthusiastic about going down on Keith during his period to help the pain or the intensity. (Having sex can help periods. I know it’s crazy.)

Shiro letting Keith op out of normal Voltron drills like fighting the gladiator or mind exercises wince when you’re on your period. It’s all you think about. Keith just walks on the treadmill or lifts weights to help stress and anger.

Keith having to take multiple breaks during the day to go change and Shiro protecting Keith when the others get curious.

Keith having to ask Allura about periods and they both come up with a pill that gets rid of Keith’s periods and pregnancy abilities. He’s a happy boy now.

Shiro making Keith a binder since he can sew. When Lance teased Keith about looking feminine Shiro stepped in front of them and got Keith out of the area before he started to sob and breakdown. Lance apologized later.

When Keith is feeling grossed out and sore and achy, Shiro gives him a full body massage and helps Keith relax.

Bonus trans Shiro and trans Keith.
Both of them meeting while Keith wasn’t out yet and Shiro was. Shiro helped Keith find a binder and new clothes. Shiro also carries extra pads and tampons in case the both need them. He also carries meds in case the cramps start hurting. He lets Keith’s advisors know about how he may have to leave class or stay in the dorms. Keith eventually moved to more online core classes and did his actual major study one on one with Shiro since they both respected each other.

Also a fun one that made me happy:
Shiro making a blanket fort around Keith while he’s feeling dysphoria or anxiety to help him relax. They both read and listen to music in the fort until Keith falls asleep.

Okay right here, right now, let’s do an analysis of Jikook’s relationship based on this gif.

If you didn’t know, I’m actually a dancer, and have had a few tries at lifting stunts, so yeah let’s zoom in. 

 Even though there is the part where Jimin doesn’t even touch the hyungs, showcasing Jungkook’s strength and whatnot, there is one particular other part I noticed that kinda emphasizes Jikook’s relationship. 

The landing. 

In my own experience, it’s pretty common for someone lifting me to look at me after I land to check for any injuries, but I’m pretty sure they do that just because my choreographer makes it a rule or they get punished. From the other dancers I’ve talked to, no one actually does that unless there’s a loud landing, which is probably not the case here either.

But notice that Jungkook not only glances at Jimin, he also follows him for a solid metre before they separate to go to their respective positions. If this doesn’t tell you anything, let me say it to your face.

JEON JUNGKOOK CARES 3949847572049 TIMES MORE THAN HE LETS ON ABOUT PARK JIMIN.

-C

Angst questions

Yeah so um I decided to make an oc ask meme based around angst. Some of these I came up with myself, others are from other ask memes and I just picked the angsty ones so here goes:

1. What’s one experience your character had that made them very afraid?

2. Does your character have a deep and/or dark secret? If so, what is it?

3. Have they ever lost a loved one? What happened to them, and are they the same as they were before they lost them?

4. Has your character ever been hurt or betrayed by someone they thought they could depend on? What happened?

5. Would they ever turn on someone they just met in order to save themselves?

6. Have they ever committed a crime, or something they felt was wrong? What was it?

7. If your character was allowed to murder one person without any consequences, who would it be and why?

8. Does your character have any enemies? If so, who and why?

9. Is the character a victim of abuse?

10. What were the character’s parents like? What was the affect the parents had on the character?

11. What are your character’s coping mechanisms?

12. Do they like to suffer? Like to see other people suffering?

13. What does it take to make your character cry?

14. What is your character’s biggest relationship flaw? Has this flaw destroyed relationships for them before?

15. What is their biggest fear? What in general scares them? How do they act when they’re scared?

16. What are your character’s vices and bad habits?

17. Is your character afraid of death? Why/why not?

18. Would society call your character a good guy or a bad guy? what would they say they are?

19. What is your character insecure about?

20.  What was something they struggled with greatly and how did they overcome it?

21. Does your character have anyone that they really care about, to the point that they would give their life for them? If so, who are they and what is your character’s relation to them? If not, do they wish they did? Is there anyone they wish they could build such a relationship with?

22. If they could change just one thing about themselves, what would it be?

23. Is your character more physically or emotionally strong? Why is this?

24. What is your character’s most important possession? Why?

25. Do they find that they care what others think of them? Or do they not really mind how others view them?

26. What, in your character’s life, puts the most pressure on them?

27.  What would be the worst way to die, in your character’s opinion?

28. What is your character’s greatest strength?

29. What is their weapon of choice, and what weapon do they dislike using the most?

30. What makes them feel safe or secure? What makes them feel insecure or unsafe?

A conversation I just had with my friend

Friend: Toniaaaaaa it’s February the 14th!!!! You know what means!?

Me: Yeeeesssss finally!!!

*Her and I at the same time*

Friend: Valentines’ da…

Me: THE CHAAAAAAAAMPIIIIIOOOOONNNNNSSSS

Friend:

Me:

Friend: You need help.. You seriously do.. Really Football on this day?! How lame! 

Me: 

Friend: I kinda just did… 

Me: 

Friend: what… stop looking at me like that it’s just football.. I don’t get it… 

Me:

Anti Theory! o.O

Okay, so I’ve been looking at all the Anti theories and predictions that people have been posting, and I’ve kinda combined some of them and added my own ideas to make my own little theory. So, here it is. 

So, I really like the idea that the “glitches” we’re seeing now isn’t Anti, but Jack. We all just kinda of accepted the fact that Jack was “tricking” us for Halloween because of the vlog he posted revealing the whole thing to us. But what if the vlog was just a cover up? What if that was Anti in the vlog, and we’ve been seeing videos of Anti ever since? We all just kind of accepted that Jack had fooled us and that he had come back, and then we just moved on thinking that everything would go back to normal. When really, Anti was just pretending to be Jack, and that’s who’s been in the videos the past three months. I mean, in the “Say Goodbye” video, we heard a muffled “help me” right after Anti took over. Guys, Jack is still trapped; we left him behind! 

Also, in today’s detention video, we saw “Jack” twitching just like Anti does, but there were no glitches. That’s because Anti kinda slipped up today by doing so, because that’s not something Jack would do. Also, the glitches we’ve been seeing are a little bit different if you really pay attention to them. The voice is different, high pitched in places. We didn’t see this in October. Plus, during one of the glitches, Jack was pointing towards the camera. He knows we left him behind.

Going back to the “Say Goodbye video, we saw Jack clearly slit his throat. So my theory is that Jack has been recovering this whole time from that incident, and now he finally has enough strength to fight Anti. This is why we haven’t heard from him in a while. He’s been trying to gain back strength because, just as Anti said, “his body was weak.” But now he’s gained strength, enough to fight back with Anti. My one question is: what is it about the Detention series that made Jack come back? Was it just coincidental timing, or is it something about the series? It could just be a coincidence, considering the fact that we didn’t see him until the second video of the series, but then again, you never know.

Also, note the fact that we haven’t seen a reading comments video since before Anti came to be. I have a feeling that Jack is starting to try to take control over Anti, and the “climax” will occur during the 100th episode of RYC. I think Jack is going to try to make his big comeback during this episode. 

That’s what I think, anyway. Let me know what you think! (sorry for the long post!) @therealjacksepticeye

Alright, story time.

So this is a lengthy story about multiple events but I’ll try to keep it as straight to the point as I can. I also want to mention that I know that some of my followers know where I go to school, and I’d like to keep names out of this so please respect that if you know who I’m talking about :)

So at my school, each semester we are assigned to an instructor depending on what time/day/level our lessons are. This semester I was assigned to an instructor that we will call “Chris” for now. I already knew that she wasn’t a good instructor, but since I was leasing Scooby, I figured I’d just use each lesson as a free ride time and kinda just do my own thing. From the start, I could tell that the exercises she picked just didn’t fit the horse’s or the riders, and she also had one of those “do it right or get out” attitudes, and loved to make “mexican” jokes and use the R slur. 

Within 8 weeks of the semester, she managed to do the following:

- In the first lesson I passed a slower horse on the quarter line, keeping plenty of room, and she told me if I passed someone again I needed to get off and leave the lesson. Keep in mind that our indoor is MASSIVE and this lesson only has 5 riders in it. You could fit at least 25 horses in there at once. 

- Pedro, our ex-GP level dressage horse who had gotten his hocks injected that day, was feeling his oats and bolting on one of the riders in my lesson. She is a very good rider, but very tiny and Pedro generally just doesn’t give a shit. To solve this, “Chris” decides that the appropriate exercise for this is to do flying changes on the diagonal of our gigantic arena. When Pedro begins to bolt, she screams “float his teeth with that bit! rip his face off!” and then begins to yell at the rider that she isn’t trying and can’t stop the exercise until she gets it right. We are coming on probably the 5th time the rider has tried the exercise and she begins to cry, only for “Chris” to brush it off and dismiss her and call on the next rider. 

- The lesson before mine, which “Chris” also teaches, is a W/T lesson. Because of “Chris’” lack of teaching theory, within two months they have still not learned how to steer. For some reason, “Chris” thinks they are ready to canter a 18″ course. My lesson is warming up at the far end, and are continually PHYSICALLY ran into by their horses. Like, literal collisions. Nothing is addressed, they continue to run around aimlessly over sticks and into each other. 

- In one of our lessons, we only had 4 riders. “Chris” decides that this is the best time for us to practice a 1st Level test. At the same time. With 4 horses that are extremely particular, one kicker, one bolter (mine) and 2 deadheads that can’t keep up. Each horse was practically having a mental breakdown by the end of it. 

- Lastly, the lesson that drew the line, in which we were doing an exercise 2 at a time. Scooby and Pedro, both bay horses were in one group, and Cully and Lucas, two grey horses were in the other group. She decided it would be hilarious to state how she had “kept the whites together, and left the darks separate”. This resulted in the following email. 

After this email, she was removed from our lessons, and is now under review.

tl;dr: my trainer is racist and doesn’t know how to teach a lesson, she made a racist joke and I tattled.

My Angel

Pairing: Lucifer x Reader
Word count: 823
Warnings: Fluff
Request: ( @angelwriter3895  ) Could I get a comfort fic with lucifer? Perhaps the reader (or your own OC that is very much whatever you want) has had a shit day and kinda realizes after she goes to the bathroom that she is on her period. (Period sex in the comfort stuff is up to you.) Luce does what he can to make her feel better bc she is his favorite hunter. Perhaps a little Dean and Sam planking in retaliation for making his favorite hunter/mate upset.

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RE: @iboobees @draconicnights @anandinair & Anon

The way I’ve been drawing eyes has been consistent since I first started drawing digitally. ^^; My Megaman X fandom days.

Cel shading has been a very weird thing with me until I drew Yoosung for the first time. I have so many tutorial ideas for you guys, and shading would definitely be one of them! Supercondensed hair tutorial: John fucking Madden

The textures are from a halftone pack, but recently I had to tone (lol) the textures down since they were too distracting on comic pages. They’re also kinda low-res and not completely seamless, so I hope I get around to making my own. 

On an off-note: I’ve been googling up Tetsuya Nomura and Tatsuya Yoshikawa’s artwork lately since I wanna move away from the more realistic stuff.

Stuck With Me

A/N: I was kinda stuck last night in a sad mind frame so I decided to write about it. I had this big rant attached, but I was gonna edit it as soon as I woke up, so here this is! 

Characters: Dean and the Reader

Pairing: Mildly Dean x Reader

Warnings: Nothin’ but harsh thoughts.

Quick fact: literally 90% of Dean’s speech - as you will read - is paraphrased from my beautiful friend. 

Disclaimer: I do not own nor did I do the picture below, I found it online and it was the only thing that fit the scenario - and tweaked the color to make it seem like night. Thank god for google images!


You were curled up stoically, your body relaxed and your breath steady. Your breathing was the only thing moving besides your occasional blinking.

It was hard to sleep when there was an odd knot in your chest, the kind that made it emotionally hard to breathe and impossible to think of anything happier - anything that would make this knot go away.

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Eyes See You

A/N : Well, guess who had time between the clean ups ( and had to write it twice because their mother accidentally deleted everything she wrote ? ) ? I’m kinda happy with how this turned out, kinda not but anyways ENJOY this request.

Genre : Angst/Fluff

Word count : 5K Sorry

Warnings : A few curse words but you’re used to that from me by now. A little sarcasm on the writer’s part sorry again, Not one bit proofread.

Request : Hey! can I have a JungKook angst with fluffy end in wich you always see him walking at the streets all alone with that bad boy image and there’s something about his aura that really makes you curious so u go talk to him one day but he answers in a rude way so you get really sad and he notices(what where u expecting on talking to a stranger so suddenly anyway right?) but later he regrets the way he talked to you and there’s the fluff ending ? thx!^-^ ( I changed it up a bit I hope that’s okay with you )

Originally posted by jjks

( This is basically my inspiration for the whole thing )

It started out as coincidence that he would pass by and you would look up at the clock to find that it was either 8pm or a few minutes later, never too late and never too early. Then it turned into a game, you were bored and needed a distraction, to time him and see if he ever came late or not at all. Eventually it became curiosity for him and subtle interest.

Jungkook, as you found out through your friend who seemed to know everyone who ever walked the streets, was unbelievable attractive which was what caught your attention the first day. He wore his leather jacket a little oversized but perfectly fitting for him, it was either black or bright red no in between, from time to time he would switch it for leather pants and a black plain shirt. You, not so secretly, looked forward to those days in particular to enjoy how his thigh muscles would move so smoothly. Then spend the rest of the day cursing yourself for being a pervert.

You had taken over your parent’s accessory store for a week while they were on vacation but then chose to stay even after they came back for the fun of it. And for Jungkook. But mainly for the stories and funny occurrences that would take place everyday, from cutesy couples to oblivious boyfriends. Did I mention for Jungkook ?

As more days passed, you found yourself with more and more eager to know about him. The mystery shadow he roamed along with the little information you got of him didn’t make it any better. However, as nosy as you could be, you were shy and he was slightly intimidating to even consider to approach so you settled for just the small second you got of him passing by.

Jungkook was also always by himself; you never saw him interact with another human being whatsoever, and saw him smile just as much. Which was never. His lips, no matter how beautiful they are, never curled into even the tiniest smiles in front of you or showed another expression other than the stern and threatening gaze. He would always walk with straight back, straight face, and perfectly groomed hair radiating the tough guy aura which always sparkled admiration from you, who was the complete opposite. In other words, you were hooked and crushing hard. One-sidedly.

The two times you had, for lack of better term, interacted with him left you with heightened nervousness and desire. One more than the other but you decide which.

The first had been weeks ago, being the one to prick real interest in him, the one to make your heart flutter beyond repair. The clock hit 8pm and, like a routine, you turned closer to the window. A few seconds and he was passing by with the same perfect posture and more than perfect expressionless features. As always, living up to the bad boy image he held with pride apparently.

Jungkook stopped and turned to look at you, not even blinking as he stared intently and directly into your eyes. His head tilted back as if he was posing for a picture, not that you would deny his mode-like existance, maybe he was. Maybe he was making fun of your constant staring. Did he notice ?

If you weren’t frozen in your place with his icy eyes looking through you and heart racing out of your chest as if trying to escape you, probably out of embarrassment, you would have ran away. His stare was too strong, too mesmerizing, and too intoxicating.

Then just like that, he left. You felt small. Like you had been the prey that just been pushed off the space and didn’t exist. He didn’t same fazed by your presence or by looking at you for long seconds, it was unnerving.

The second time was no better, if not worse. But in someway, it was a tad more so you couldn’t mind. After you gathered your breath and your vision.

Jungkook walked into the store when you weren’t paying attention, he had already passed a half-hour prior to that so you didn’t expect it. You just went back to organizing the pieces that just came in that day, humming to yourself one of the popular songs that somehow made it into you unconsciousness.

You turned and there he was standing, his hair pushed back in utter perfection and his leather pants hugging his form in the most sensual way possible, the closest he had ever been. Your heart did a painful flip and dropped, you were startled back a step.

His expression didn’t change one bit even when he met your wide eyes looking back at him. He moved past you to look at the earrings, the same ones he had on, and you wondered why he would consider them since they were completely identical. You noticed because your eyes scanned his every detail with devouring attention because he might never be this near. To repeat it again, you were hooked.

“ Is this the only color you got ?” He spoke softly and just as you expected, his voice was mesmerizing to the ear as well. You never wanted him to shut up.

“ Uh ?” You titled your head a little to look at where he was pointing, focusing more on his fingers than on the actual piece “ Yes, we only have them in silver but I can look in the back for you. Maybe we have more ”

“ No ” He rasped turning away from you again “ Stay there ”. You tried to busy yourself with a few papers, which content you couldn’t even grasp, to distract yourself from the human sculpture at hand reach calling for you. While, of course, stealing a few glances here and there of him. The heat inside of you was going crazy with his mere presence, what was wrong with you ?

“ What do girls like these days ?” Maybe he is one of the clueless boyfriend ? He has a girlfriend ? You internally panicked while moving slowly and calmly towards him from behind the counter. He idly stood in front of the girl bracelet’s section with a confused look and two bracelets in hand. They were complete opposite, one had been the most colorful mess you had ever laid eyes on and the other was complete black with shimmering gray here and there.

“ Most like the colorful ones, especially the pink, that’s the ones that get most sold ” You reached for another showing him while hoping you would stutter, but maybe you could get a little info “ What kind of girl is she ? Maybe I’ll be able to match it for her ”

“ You ” He simply breathed out and your heart did more than stop, you eyes shot up to him and you gulped.

“ W-what ?” There was the nervous stutter. Jungkook wasn’t even looking at you when he smirked, he was definitely mocking you.

“ I meant which one you would like, I think she has the same taste ” He looked you up and down for a moment before nodding. Again, subtle, calm, but unnerving.

“ Ah… I thought… of course not … ” You had to slap yourself in your head to not fuck it up “ I would prefer the black one ” You blurred out.

“ I see, okay ” You took that as your signal to move out of his way and go back to rolling in self-pity over your disaster.

However, you didn’t mind it. You at least got to look at him during the entire time. It not like you had the slightest chance even without a girlfriend, he was clearly out of your league by miles.

Jungkook moved from side to side like he was stalling something, one hand buried in his pockets while the other brushed against the plastic wrapper of whatever caught his eyes. You couldn’t believe that you would ever consider such small action as sensual or in anyway arousing until you saw his fingers feather over the packaging like he was secretly making love to it. Or maybe you were letting your mind run wild.

Get your shit together, Y/N. You scolded yourself shaking your head in disbelief of your own thoughts. Dirty images that involuntarily made their way into your brain. You weren’t so mad about it, for the sake of honesty.

“ T-that would be 40.000 won ” You wrapped in the plastic bag the best you could with your discomposed self.

“ Thank you ” Even though a smile was expected in such situation, he did not faltered.

“ You’re welcome ” You said cheerfully “ Hope you come again ” biting your lip, you looked away. Hope you come again ? That’s the best you could do ? Really ?

Jungkook bowed his head and you missed the slight twitch in his eyebrows as he watched your inner turmoil before finally exiting the store. Probably wondering what the hell was wrong with you and taking a mental note to never comeback.

You remorsefully followed him until he was out of your sight then breathed out a long held sigh. The short meeting didn’t do much to quench your curiosity for him as much as it fueled it further. Which you absolutely needed. Being close, so close, to him was undeniably electrifying. More so than any of the others you’ve been much more intimate with in the past.

His gaze alone, so cold and distant but still entrapping, had drawn you beyond return and left you with more questions than you started out with. Which, again, you absolutely needed.

If he had a girlfriend, why was he never with her ? Because you were sure as hell that if he was your boyfriend you wouldn’t let him wander around looking that hot for everyone to stare at. Maybe a sister ? You locked it away in the back of your mind to deal with it once you didn’t have to close down and go home. You would let the thoughts keep you company through the way, as one does.

~~

Days passed again and nothing particular happened. You would take over the store, as usual, at 1 PM then stay there until 9 before going home. You anticipated seeing him with less patience after the last time, wanting to hear his voice once more and cleanse your soul with the perfectly proportioned features. You were letting your admiration spill again. Not that you would admit it. Okay, maybe you would.

“ It’s raining like hell today ” Your friend whined as she hugged the window and traced lines over the fog of her own continuously produced sighs “ I hate rainy days ”

“ Why ?” You pulled her collar peeling her off the glass that you spent more than enough time wiping down just before she walked in to ruin everything “ It smells nice when it rains ”

“ You know I like complaining, let me live ” She pouted at you before laughing at herself and the disgusted look you gave her.

“ Shut up and leave ”

“ You just want me out to wait for prince charming in peace ” She grabbed her bag and umbrella, purposely avoiding your glare “ You should talk to him already. You’ve been drooling over the thought of it for months now ”

“ We did talk ” You shot back, proud of yourself.

“ You call that talking ? He probably doesn’t even know you exist ”

“ Can you no-”

“ You can’t even deny it ” She chuckled.

“ Leave before I make you regret it ” You stepped toward her threateningly and she backed down with her hands up in feigned defeat but a cheeky smile twisting in her lips.

“ Fine but be careful on the way back. Maybe ask prince charming to take you back ” She quickly ran away before you could unleash your wrath at her.

You waited but he never showed up. This was the first time he had disappeared and it did make you worry about him. Then snap yourself back to reality that you didn’t even know him why were you even worried. That didn’t stop your concern one bit.

The rain was getting heavier and the world darker so you decided to call it a day early and close down, that’s when he showed up. He passed with a fast pace, his shoes creating a disturbance in the rhythmic song the rain was producing. Jungkook walked the opposite way, you didn’t see him go that way earlier but it was as if he had been leaving.

His hair was messy from the rain hitting it repeatedly and his clothes soaked to the core. He also looked fairly unamused. You had a spare umbrella so you thought you could lend it to him. A good deed that you will most likely regret but whatever, he looked like he would catch a cold. You grabbed it and ran after him, not caring about getting wet yourself, he had gotten quite far away but it didn’t take you long to catch up.

“ Excuse me ” You called after him but he didn’t seem to notice or just thought it wasn’t addressed to him. So, you spoke louder “ Jungkook-shi”. This time he stopped immediately and looked over his shoulder at you. You came to a halt in front of him, out of breath and you hair out of place, but you still smiled.

“ How do you know my name ?” The venom in his words shocked the smile out of your face and you stood in the rain perplexed for a moment.

“ I…”

“ Are you a stalker or something ?” He bit his slick lips and swallowed the rest of his words when he could differentiate the tears in your eyes from the raindrops.

“ What ? No … I … Just wanted to … give you this ” Your head dropped low as you pushed the umbrella to him “ I’m really sorry … I didn’t mean to seem … Sorry ”

Jungkook’s eyes fixed onto the umbrella as he took it, more like you forced it on him out of shame, before traveling back to your teary eyes that only stayed on him for a split second. You bowed, formally, then ran back to the store.

Jungkook stood there under the pouring rain for a good minute just glaring at the umbrella like it insulting his whole family, guilt and resentment for himself welling up like the water at his feet.

~~

“ I was wondering when you’ll give up ” It was almost 1p.m and you were still in your bed wrapped completely under the covers to hide your puffy sleepless eyes. Your mom had been teasing you every chance she got about not going to the store since she made a bet with your father and apparently won.

“ I’m just sick, mom, I’ll go once I feel better ” Your voice was raspy from crying but it was a good evidence of a cold so your mom believed you easily.

“ Whatever you say ” She tamed your hair down with an apologetic touch “ There’s chicken soup in the kitchen, have some of it before going back to sleep ”

“ Okay, mom ” You turned your back facing her and buried your face further down your pillow. She walked out your room whispering the words How did she even manage to catch a cold.

You remembered the way he looked at you, with displease. What made you think you could just … You were an idiot.

“ I deserved it ” You mumbled wiping away the last of your tears. Who goes up to a stranger in the middle of a deserted street and complete dark with an umbrella. It was normal he thought you were a stalker. You would be freaked out yourself if that ever happened to you. However, it still pierced your chest how he spoke to you. Like you were the worst person to walk the earth.

Maybe it was time to give up this unrequited crush over him, he seemed like a rude asshole when in the end you were trying to help him. It was creepy on your part but still. You decided that yeah, it has maybe taken too much of your interest already and this was your sign to let it rest and spread your attention on something else. What you mind couldn’t grasp completely is how angry he looked even before you talked to him as if he was about to empty his frustration on the next person and it just happened to be little unlucky you.

After the initial anger faded, Jungkook sunk into guilt every time he remembered the hurt in your eyes. He didn’t mean for it to turn out like this, not one bit. There weren’t really many ways to relay how sorry he was than to actual speak the words but that’s where the problem stood. Jungkook was never really good with words, or anything emotional. Which was the reason behind his outburst, too much pent up emotions that lead to that inevitable downfall.

One argument with his friend/employer had poured in the last drop that eventually drowned the glass to the rim. He had one obvious solution, talking to you the next day. However, you weren’t there. Not that day, not the one after, not even two days down the road. He was getting the unsettling feeling that it was because of him but then again who is he to push you to such decision. He thought. Jungkook, in his head, just considered himself an asshole that you had a mishap with and would brush off in the end. That was why he stayed as the bad boy that passed by the store everyday while pretending to not notice.

Now, instead of you counting down the minutes to 8p.m, he was. Waiting outside of the store for you to show up but it was never you. He found a middle aged lady that didn’t really look approachable – not that he would tell you after finding out it’s your mother – and he was always intimidated by adults. Even though he was supposed to be one himself but it wasn’t very hard to figure out he really wasn’t. Not with his poor sense of control.

Then he saw you, his heart beating in his chest, you were idly sitting inside with your eyes skimming through a book. It felt different, being the one to comfortably look at you. He mustered up the courage he has in him and went inside with slow but long strides.

You looked up from your book to welcome the client and it was none other than Jungkook. He looked as if he had shed his tough look for a casual one, blue loose jeans and an oversized white shirt that hung onto his every chest muscle but you weren’t focusing on that. Definitely not. His hair was messy and down covering his eyebrows and almost half-way his eyes. He looked … normal. Different than you had ever seen him. He looked almost like a puppy. A puppy you would love to -

“ Welcome ” You said with a dead tone, one you didn’t even give your normal clients, and turned back to your book. Ignoring the swell in your heart. Are you a stalker or something ?

“ Look, I …” Jungkook started, not so confident of himself, and you think you actually heard him stutter.

“ What can I help you with ?” You put down the book and stood up, only now taking notice of the height difference between the two of you and you suddenly felt small.

“ I want to say sorry for … That day ” Jungkook lowered his gaze to his own hands with a frown “ I was kinda an asshole ”

“ Kinda ?” You blurred out before realizing and would’ve regretted it if he didn’t slowly nod sighing.

“ Okay, I was ” His eyes met yours again, and no your heart didn’t flutter, “ I had a fight with a friend and it just-”

“ It’s okay, don’t bother yourself with it. I wasn’t expecting an apology anyways from so-”

“ someone like me ” He completed your words and this time you did feel regret. The hurt in his eyes seemed quite, if not more, similar to the one you had that night. “ I understand if you think I’m …”

“ No really, It’s okay, I didn’t take it to heart ”

“ I tried to apologize earlier than this, the day after actually, but you were never here. I waited and waited but you didn’t show up ” At this point, your eyes were wide and googly, your lips parting to speak something that you weren’t even sure of yourself so you settled for silence.

“ I want to make it up for you.”

“ You don’t have to, really, I accept your apology” You forced the smile onto your lips and he smiled back. You never imagines the stern face would have such a cute and lovely bunny smile but it somehow made you giggle to finally see him smile. It took you being called a stalker and getting a bad cold for three days to finally see the expressionless sculpture breaking its mask.

“ Can I at least walk you home ?” His tone was pleading but just in case you didn’t fully get the idea he whispered a muffled please. Who were you to refuse such a request.

“ Sure ” You breathed out with a shrug “ I close up in thirty minutes, if you’re willing to wait that long ”

“ Absolutely can ” Jungkook’s face lit up with a bright and shy smile again. You were starstruck, the all-mighty Jungkook was acting like this with you. Okay, you were ready to forgive him. And it was absolutely not because you were, again, hooked. I think it has been said too many time, you get the idea.

You stole small glances at each other between customers and he followed you with his eyes every time you were helping someone. Indeed, your smile was breathtaking, not that he needed confirmation for it but it was nice.

“ Let me ” He reached up for the metal door, pulling it down for you to lock, you stood back admiring.

“ Show off ” You mumbled under your breath but enough for him to hear. He scoffed before glaring at you slightly nudging you up.

“ What did you say ?”

“ You heard me ”

“ I’ll have you know that I don’t show off, I don’t need to ” He winked sheepishly at you and you just rolled your eyes before pointing at the direction of your house.

“ Whatever you say, your majesty ” You shrugged at the title with a scoff and he just laughed. You don’t think you heard something more beautiful.

“ You should smile more ” You looked down, blushing obviously, fidgeting with the zipper on your bag.

“ You should never stop ”

“ Do you always flirt with people you’re apologetic to ?”

“ No, I don’t usually feel sorry for anything but you … ” He trailed off and, surprisingly, his cheeks turned slightly red.

“ I am … what ?” You arched your eyebrow at him, searching for his eyes that were hidden under his fringe.

“ Okay, can I tell you something but you promise not to laugh ?”

“ Dare I laugh at his majesty ”

“ Stop that ” but he did laugh, slightly but it was there, “ So, I … this is stupid, nevermind.”

“ No, please, go on. You got me all curious ” You pouted at him with doe eyes and how could he refuse such request.

“ I’ve had my eyes on you for a while ” Who sounds like a stalked now, Jungkook He hit himself internally and sighed “ But I didn’t think you would like someone like me

“ Jungkook-shi ” You falttered “ When I said ’ someone like you ’ I didn’t mean it in the pejorative sense but like you were on another level ”

“ What ? Wait… really ?” He laughed, maybe too hard to emphasis his point “ You think I am ?”. You just looked puzzled and it made him giggle even more. “ It funny because I was thinking the same of you ”

You suddenly stopped walking and stared at him in disbelief. Was he mocking you ?

“ Why do you think I never talked to you and even when I did … I didn’t have enough courage to confess then I just fucked it up that night. I didn’t think you would even glance my way or talk to me after that since I was really a jerk to you and you were just trying to give me a bloody um-”

“ Jungkook … Jungkook !” You yelled out and he stopped his continuous blabbering to let you talk “ Confess what ?”

“ I … hmm … this is not how Yoongi-hyung told me it would go ” He ruffled his hair, which only made it fluffier and made you want to touch it even more.

“ Who is yoongi ?”

“ I’ll introduce you next time ” Next time ? There was going to be a next time ? “ Anyways, I came into the shop to ask you out but you didn’t seem-” You started laughing, catching him by surprise.

“ This is really weird ”

“ What is ?”

“ Nothing ” You coughed, aiming for it to end your laugh but you couldn’t help but let out another chuckle “ Please, do go on ”. It didn’t feel like you were talking to the untouchable Jeon Jungkook that used to pass by your store at 8p.m with his gelled up hair and black leather jacket and apparent nasty personality. He was actually pretty nice, more comfortable to be with than you had imagined.

“ I don’t know, you looked like you were more scared than interested ”

“ That was me being interested. If you haven’t really noticed you kinda look intimidating when you’re not-” You stared him up and down as you inched towards your house, and for the first time ever, you wished it was farther away than just this “ Looking like a normal person ”

“ Are you calling me abnormal ?”

“ I am not not calling you abnormal ”

“ You … What ?” Jungkook looked confused and you laughed again. Something you didn’t think you would do much around him.

The two of you eventually stopped in front of your house and it was time to say goodbye. Neither of you wanted to. The street was only lit with a flickering light bulb but it was enough to see the conflict in his eyes as he looked intently and steadily into yours. His gaze seemed to travel away from yours and down your face before it shot back up nervously. You found yourself doing the same, focusing on the small beauty spot under his plump lips to not focus on what you craved more.

“ I … really want to kiss you right now ” He finally spoke and your cheeks heat up at the sudden confession. But, after all, he was speaking what was on both your minds “ But I’m not going to ” He added to your disappointment.

“ Why ?” You tried not to sound desperate but it was kinda not working. Kinda.

“ I want to take it slow, to show you that I really do like you ”

“ you like me ?”

“ Wasn’t that obvious enough ?”

“ Y/N ”

“ You never asked me my name ”

“ I found out the same way you got mine. Sorry again for calling you a stalker ”

“ Can we drop that ?” You felt the embarrassment again from the word.

“ I like you ” Much better.

“ I needed to hear it ” You giggled “ it feels great coming from your lips ”. Maybe you shouldn’t have mentioned his lips because the next moment he was leaning in and they were closer to your eyes. So, you closed them and bit the inner of your cheeks waiting for the impact but it never came. Instead of kissing you, he connected his lips to your forehead and pressed them tightly. His hand held the back of your head as he did so. You were ready to die right there and then, if they let you.

He pulled away biting his own lip looking as flustered as a teenager with his first love. Which you later found out it was true.

You, on the other hand, weren’t so keen on taking it slow when you had been for months. You took the step that separated you and tiptoed to quickly peck him on the lips. Speaking of teenagers with first love complex. It was quick but you got to taste them, and you never wanna be away from it again. However, your cheeks were getting too heated and you were sure they were as red as blood by now. He didn’t look any better so you ran inside.

“ Your umbrella !” He screamed when you closed the garden’s door, waving the item in the air.

“ Give it to me next time ”

“ Next time ?” so there was going to be a next time Jungkook smiled to himself like a fool, moving his body restlessly from side to side while gripping his lips between his teeth.

He was hooked.

“ hold on though ” He mumbled to himself “ what does pejorative mean anyways ? ”

Hope you liked it guys, let me know what you thought as always. Now imma go back to my maid duties.

I got really hungry for some oil cake, alright? Being stripped of most of my powers means ya kinda gotta eat at some point! It’s the price ya pay for being temporarily fallen and exiled! Anyways, I’ve started making my own notes about @driftsetadrift and his murdered sparkling. Gonna do a bit of recap here to help ya all catch up.

I was contacted recently by @willnotgogently about Dynasty receiving something awful and it turns out someone left a murdered sparkling for him to find. Well…. half of it. The killer may have the other half. Rung had mentioned that should I find the killer, I should be bringing him/her to himself and @mightymegatron to deal with further. But first, I gotta figure out who the killer is and hunt them down and bring em to justice.

The first two gods I’m gonna talk to is Tir ( @mnemoiisms ) and Odum/Mudo ( @rustedservos ). I’ll be going through my list talking to everyone and that’s where I stand currently.

stalker-among-the-stars  asked:

For some ungodly reason, an antishipper was suggested to me in the suggested blogs section, and the first post was a callout for you, so I figured I'd follow you. How popular is AkuBloss? Is it a crack ship? I used to ship Himbles back when I was actively a part of the PPG fandom, so AkiBloss isn't actually that controversial or surprising to me.

hate/callout posts are counterproductive as fuck for this exact reason LOL

i also used to ship hibbles for a while but it turned into a bffship kinda thing

i don’t………want to toot my own horn……. or something… i don’t even think I’M that popular, let alone my shit otp haha. the group on DA is pretty big tho and people are “aware” of it ???? i guess

akubloss began as a crackship and then evolved into more of a methship: making it can blow up in your face, it had to be cooked up (like a plan), and it’s the most addicting and life-ruining ship in the fandom. i wish i watched breaking bad so i could make a joke about it right now.

i don’t see it as “pure random” crack though because their universes are implied to be connected as two timelines resulting from one event. aaand it’s a very archetypal ship in a lot of ways. BUT UHH YEA have a followback bro