i know how to prioritize you guys

How the masterpost thing works:

Okay, so I’m really sorry to those of you who were expecting an art update, but I hope that a concrete schedule is alright! It means that I’m close enough to finishing the stuff that I can announce posting dates.

I’ve been using the Masterpost system for big ongoing AUs for several fandoms now, and I like it for several reasons.

First, every post I make for the AU here on out will link to the Masterpost. This makes it so that regardless of when they were posted, it should be easy to find the next post. As you may know, when you reblog a post, if I edit it later, my edits do not show on reblogs that have happened before. This becomes a bit painful when I have chapter 1, then post chapter 2 a few weeks later, but most versions of chapter 1 floating around will not have the link to chapter 2.

Second, because all of the links are beneath a cut, you are automatically rerouted to my blog when you click beneath. This means that you will always see the most updated version of the Masterpost with all new links/update schedule dates, even if you are seeing a reblog of it.

I hope these make the Masterpost a useful tool for you in tracking updates! I’ll prioritize updating it first before all my other Masterposts ^ ^

Anyway, now you know what to expect! :D I’m hoping to do a few more illustration/movie poster-esque ads throughout this week, but it depends on how far along I can get on the prologue!

I’ve been working on this for so long I feel sorta disconnected, but I really hope you guys are excited for this as I am! Thanks for your patience! ;A;

Quit Playin’ (Daehyun)

You rub your eyes, the bright computer screen was starting to make your eyes sting. One hand still on your controller and both eyes still locked on the screen, you reach into your desk drawer for your eye drops. It was now Saturday night or was it morning? You’d already lost track of time. You always came home on Friday, after classes, and would lose yourself in a weekend of gaming. Daehyun rarely came home on the weekends so you used it to fuel your gaming needs. You could hear your teammates shouting at you for help as your eyes watered from the drops. 

“Hold on!” You shout back into the headset. 

“Hey… You’re a girl?” One teammate asks. 

“That’s not important, you’re getting your ass kicked! Pay attention!” You rub your eyes again to clear them of the artificial tears and resume your raging. The front door starts to rattle and Daehyun makes his way inside. 

“Babe?” No answer. He makes his way to the bedroom, completely exhausted from the week. When he enters he sees your special blackout curtains drawn and the harsh light from the computer harshly lighting your face. “I’m home.” He sees your eyes glance over at him, you flash him a quick smile, then return to your game. 

You scream, “to the left!” You sigh angrily when your team loses, throwing your headset on the desk and leaning back in your seat. Daehyun takes this as an green-light to come hug you. “What are you doing home on a Saturday night?” 

“It’s Saturday afternoon…” 

“No, it’s definitely…” He moves to the curtain and pulls it open in one motion. The bright light floods the room and your have to shut your eyes because it hurt so badly. “Close it!” You whine, covering your face with your hands. “I didn’t expect you to be home,” you pout as Daehyun closes the curtains.  

“So you want me to leave?” 

“No! It’s just that I entered this tournament since I thought you’d be gone. I can’t just bail on my team…”

“It’s fine. You can just finish up and we’ll have the rest of the weekend.” 

“If our team keeps advancing we’ll be at it until Sunday night.” He nods. “Sorry…” 

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll just wait for you to finish.” He kisses you and escapes to the bathroom. You smile apologetically, but return to your game which was generating new brackets. 

“Sorry, guys. My boyfriend just came home.”

“Your boyfriend? Quit kidding around. Gamers don’t have romantic relationships,” one snorts.

“Well, not with your attitude.” You retort. 

“Send a picture! There’s no way you have a boyfriend.” You roll your eyes and quickly send a picture of you and Daehyun on your last anniversary. “Damn, you’re cute. How about you be my girlfriend? He doesn’t seem like the gamer type.” 

“How about you stop being a pig?”

“Wait… Isn’t that Daehyun from B.A.P?” The other boy asks. “You photoshopped this, didn’t you?” 

“Get on your webcams, assholes.” You pull up video chat on your second monitor and the two boys are there staring at you. “Oppa! Come here.” Daehyun exits the bathroom, patting his hair dry with a towel. He tosses the towel on the bed and crouches over to look at the screen.

“Oh, shit! That’s really him!” The second boy gasps, “I’m a huge fan!” He waves and Daehyun waves back awkwardly. 

“Why are you video chatting with strangers?” He turns to face you, “why don’t you ever video chat with me when I’m on tour?” He’s clearly jealous, especially when he realizes you’re in your semi-revealing nightie. He quickly moves in front of the webcam, obstructing the other boys’ view. 

“Hey! Get him to move!” The first boy’s screams are deafening, even Daehyun can hear them despite your headset being securely on your head. 

“I told you. It’s probably your pig personality that you’re still single.” Daehyun’s jaw is clenched tightly when he pulls his shirt off and puts it on you. You complain about it being warm and damp from his shower, but accept. “Ah! Oppa, move! The game is starting.” He picks you up and has you sit in his lap. You don’t complain, already focused back on the screen. At some point, you complain about his shirt and take it off. He responds by draping his arms around your shoulders so he could cover your cleavage from the two boys. 

The two boys are distracted by Daehyun glaring at them and when he starts to place light kisses along the back of your neck. After a while, he chooses to rest his chin on your shoulder, asking you random questions to distract you. Who’s that? What’s that? When are you going to finish? I’m bored. A couple of times he actually bumped your hand, causing you to miss the target and die once. You whined at him, but he thought it was cute how you reacted. Even your team was surprised. You were usually swearing like a sailor by now, but they figured you didn’t do that because Daehyun was with you. That continued for the next 5 hours.

“Tell your boyfriend to get out of the screen! He’s distracting us!”

You laugh, “even I’m not distracted, what’s your excuse?”

“Oh? You’re not distracted?” Daehyun mumbles, taking your headset off. 

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cookiepie111  asked:

Could you do a yandere garra please

yes omg 

tbh i wish there were more x reader fanfictions where the reader is yandere instead of the anime guy ;-; i wanna be the yandere one.



He didn’t know how or where it started, but he knew that when he first laid eyes on you, no one else would be allowed to fall in love with you. That was when he was simply just a child, and now, as the Kazekage, things still haven’t changed. Gaara’s intentions to keep all men away from you was still something he was prioritizing. 

That one ninja who had flirted with you more than enough times? He was gone. But who cares, at least now the chance that you would end up with him is gone.

Gaara even had to watch out for his own brother, purposely throwing thousands of missions to keep him busy and away from you. 

He was lucky you’d fallen for him, it made it much more easier that way. Gaara didn’t have to worry that you would fall for someone else because now, you were his, and he intended to keep it that was forever.

You laid in his arms, fast asleep. His arm held you close to him in a rather tight manner, and if you were awake you would probably complain about it. Gaara eyed you up and down, your naked body glistening against his. You had just made love with him for the first time, and to you it was so the most special thing ever in your relationship. And to Gaara, it was the night where he claimed you as his.

“No one is allowed you touch you like this,” he whispered, his hands travelling up and down your sides. “Only me.”

For only having 42 followers, I’ve received an absurd amount of backlash for all of my manuary reblogs.

Hey, I don’t swear often, but FUCK you guys. Those of you who say it is a non-issue and those of you who try to insult me for giving men the love they deserve are deplorable. Don’t fucking tell me I have “internalized misogyny” because I’m appreciating guys and everything they do for the world. For supporting them and acknowledging their strifes.

Fuck you.

Don’t tell me I can’t post manuary-related things. I personally know how “illegitimate” our boys’ struggles are to society. When you have to watch your grown brother stumble into your home, sobbing and disheveled, because he was raped and given an STD, come talk to me. When you have another brother who is stuck in an abusive relationship for his daughter’s sake because the state prioritizes women as guardians, come talk to me. When you are forced to open your eyes to the horrific things men face EVERY DAY, I’ll have a conversation with you. But until the time comes when my brother is no longer judged and teased and belittled for being RAPED and my eldest brother for being ABUSED - I will reblog EVERY #Manuary post that graces my dash.


I had a lot of requests for the other members to be mad at Jungkook. Hope you enjoy!

“Jungkook you’re slow!” Dance Teacher shouted, “Again!”

Jungkook sighed, he had just gotten done with a huge exam and had gone straight to practice. He was so tired and was messing up left and right. He had gotten a headache from the stress of the exam and it felt like someone was repeatedly knocking on his head with a hammer. The music started again and this time Jungkook focused as hard as he could to get the dance right, but Namjoon went early and bumped into him, hard.

“If you aren’t going to take this seriously than leave!” Dance Teacher shouted pointing at the door, “Come back tomorrow rested.”

Stunned, Bangtan scurried out of the practice room. Jungkook felt his gut nervously churn, they were going to get it now. Manager stormed over to the boys.

“What the hell guys? We need to have this done as soon as possible!” Manager glared sternly.

Namjoon opened his mouth to protest but Manager held up a hand.

“I don’t want to hear it!” Manager sighed, “Just go back to the dorm and get some rest. All I have to say now is that I’m very disappointed in you.”


The ride back was silent. The tension in the air could be cut with a knife. Everyone was now standing in the living room trying to get their bearings. Everyone kind of roamed around for a moment before Namjoon spoke up.

“Jin-hyung, what’s for dinner?” Namjoon asked in a disinterested tone.

“I don’t know! Why don’t you figure it out!” Jin snapped, out of character for him, “If you’re so damn hungry all the time, why don’t you do it yourself!”

“What is your issue?” Namjoon glared, “This attitude is why we got into trouble today!”

“No. It was because you didn’t know what the hell you were doing because you were at other schedules this past week instead of practice!” Yoongi scowled, “Performances should take priority over other variety schedules. It has been impossible to move forward trying to teach you and Jungkook things we’ve already learned!”

“It didn’t do you much good!” Hoseok interrupted, “All three of you were flailing about like it was your first time dancing. It is really impossible to teach you guys!”

“Now you know how we feel about trying to teach you and Jungkook how to rap!” Yoongi said, enraged.

“You act all high and mighty about prioritizing performance and work,” Taehyung spat, “But you have been up late these past nights and have been tired during the day. It doesn’t matter how great your songs are if you aren’t able to have some performance quality to them!”

“I am so sick of your foolish behavior!” Jin snapped, “All I’m ever doing to chasing after your mess. You are so obnoxiously loud, have some respect for everyone else that has to live here.”

“At least he isn’t boring!” Jimin said, “He’s more than just a pretty face! It’s how you gain attention!”

“You are so full of yourself,” Hoseok rolled his eyes, “Stop talking like you are God’s gift to the universe!”

“Why because you are?” Jimin replied, “Stop acting like we’re so lucky to have your time of day!”

Jungkook’s head pounded harder and he felt his chest tighten as the members hurled insults at each other. Hearing how frustrated the members were with each other and him was frightening.

“I think nobody means what they are saying right now,” Jungkook said in a small voice, “I think we have been spending too much time together and we are all extra sensitive right now.”

There was dead silence for a moment and Jungkook at first thought he had gotten through to his hyungs. Then they are turned to him with varying mixtures of anger and annoyance on their faces.

“Oh, don’t worry guys, Maknae, who can’t even function by himself,” Jin snorted, “Or need his hyungs to pay for it, has all the answers.”

“You’re the worst when it comes to being overrated, Jungkook,” Jimin pointed, “Ever heard the phrase jack of all trade but master of none?”

“You aren’t good at everything like you think you are,” Hoseok added, “You are just able to do it all, but it doesn’t mean you do it well.”

“Thank you for your input,” Namjoon said sarcastically, “Now everything is solved. I don’t think you are aware of how much work has to be done to make this group function. You shouldn’t butt into things you have no business being a part of.”

The members all stormed their separate ways, leaving Jungkook behind. Jungkook hastily wiped away his tears; crying was only making his headache worse. He heard the front door being unlocked. Manager Oh and Manager Choi walked in.

“Jungkook, are you okay?” Manager Oh walked over to him, “We heard what they told you.”

“Yeah.” Jungkook nodded as a few tears slipped out of his eyes.

“Shh, they’ll get over it,” Manager Choi hugged him, “They are just being jerks right now.”

Jungkook shut his eyes and leaned into the manager. He wasn’t useless, he was just trying to help them. He only wanted everyone to get along.

“…Jungkook? Are you listening?” Manager Oh asked.

Jungkook was broken out of his trance-like state.

“Sorry,” Jungkook mumbled and let go of Manager Choi.

“Is something else wrong Jungkook?” Manager Choi asked, “You seem a little off.”

“I have a headache.” Jungkook admitted for the first time that day.

“Why don’t you go and rest for a while then.” Manager Oh suggested.


Jungkook was laying on his bed, trying to cope with the pounding sensation in his head. Namjoon entered the room and slammed the door shut causing Jungkook to flinch. Namjoon then proceeded to turn on his speakers and play music. Jungkook felt his head protest. He sat up and was going to ask Namjoon to turn it down but saw how tense Namjoon’s body language was and decided not to. It was obvious Namjoon was still mad about earlier. Jungkook decided to leave the room to save his head from anymore additional pain.

Jungkook walked down the hall to the kitchen in search of pain medicine. Jin was in there as well, facing the stove, cooking. Hoseok was wiping down the counters. Trying not to disturb his hyungs, Jungkook opened the medicine cabinet to see the ibuprofen gone.

“Hyung?” Jungkook asked timidly.

“Yes?” Jin turned away from the stove, “Do you need something?”

Jungkook breathed a sigh of relief, Jin was clearly no longer angry, at least with him anyway.

“Do you know where the ibuprofen is?” Jungkook asked.

“Um, let me see,” Jin stepped away from the stove and began to search through a drawer.

Jungkook stepped up to the stove and continued to stir the noodles so they wouldn’t burn.

“Ah-ha!” Jin said triumphantly, “Here they are!”

He handed the bottle of pills to Jungkook and Jungkook left the stove to get a drink of water.

“Are you feeling alright?” Hoseok asked.

“I have a headache.” Jungkook softly answered, it hurt to talk at a regular volume. He shook out a handful of pills.

“Only take two of those Jungkook.” Hoseok reminded him, “They can mess up your liver.”

Jungkook begrudgingly put back some of the pills. Gulping down two of them with water he left the kitchen quietly.

He needed a place to lay down and rest. Glancing in the living room he could see Taehyung and Jimin playing video games. He couldn’t go in there and rest, it would be too nosiey. His own room was off limits because Namjoon seemed to need sometime to himself. Jungkook wandered over to Jin and Yoongi’s room; he was planning to rest until dinner time and Jin would be in the kitchen until then so there would be no way of disturbing him. Jin wouldn’t mind if he laid down for a little while. Jungkook crawled on top of Jin’s bed, laying on top of the covers and reached for one of Jin’s mario plushies. Jungkook shut his eyes and tried to ignore the sensation that his brain was being compressed and squashed out of his ears.


Jungkook woke up feeling a sharp smack to his rear.

“Wake up!” Yoongi shouted “Get up right now!”

Jungkook sat up and winced as his headache came rushing back, worse than before.

“What are you doing in Jin’s bed?” Yoongi demanded, “This isn’t your room, you can’t just do as you please.”

“I didn’t think Jin-hyung would mind,” Jungkook tried to explain, “My room is too loud and I just wanted to rest.”

“You are so disrespectful, Jeon Jungkook!” Yoongi roared, “You would think after the day we had you would show some sense! Why do you act so stupidly?”

Jungkook stood up, enraged.

“I’m not stupid!” Jungkook loomed Yoongi clenching his fists. Then his stepped back,stunned. He had never done that before, he had never screamed at any of his hyungs, ever.

He glanced back at Yoongi, he had a look of shock on his face. Jungkook felt tears hit his cheeks and closed his eyes trying to will them away. He expected to get the scolding of his life; never were you ever supposed to yell at someone older than you like that.

He tensed when he felt Yoongi’s hands grip his elbows, expecting to be pulled down. Instead he felt Yoongi’s fingers gently knead his elbows. Jungkook glanced at Yoongi’s face. It was no longer angry, it seemed to be sort of concerned. Jungkook felt the tears he was holding back burst through and he began to cry in earnest.

“It’s okay, Jungkook,” Yoongi said softly, “Shh, just relax, come here, let’s sit.”

Jungkook was lead to Yoongi’s bed and pulled down to sit beside Yoongi. He pushed down the wave of nausea he felt and ignored the stabbing sensation that was happening behind his eyes.

“What’s going on in here?” Taehyung exclaimed, rushing in.

“We had a fight,” Yoongi explained, “Actually, I yelled at him.”

“Why? What happened?” Taehyung asked.

“He was sleeping in Jin-hyung’s bed so I got mad.” Yoongi explained, “I don’t know why I got so upset, it just rubbed me the wrong way.”

“O-kay?” Taehyung questioned, “He’s crying over that because?”

“He kind of- well- he scared himself a little I think,” Yoongi tried to explain, “I thought he was going to hit me or something.”

“What! Jeon Jungkook, what do you have to say for yourself!” Taehyung began to scold.

Jungkook, who was staring at the ground the entire time, hunched his shoulders in even more.

“Tae, take it easy, I was out of line,” Yoongi waved him off, “I woke him up and he was scared and disoriented.”

Jungkook still didn’t look up and was still crying heavily.

“Jungkook? Are you alright?” Taehyung asked concerned with the lack of movement of the maknae.

“Go, get someone helpful,” Yoongi shooed Taehyung out of the room, “He’s too worked up.”

Taehyung left the room and Yoongi continued to sit next to Jungkook. He rubbed his hand up and down Jungkook’s back. Jungkook had cried himself red in the face and his eyes were puffy.

“Sh, Jungkook,” Yoongi felt awkward trying to comfort him, he was the one who made Jungkook cry in the first place after all.

“Jungkookie!” Hoseok rushed into the room and sat down on the bed.

Hoseok wrapped his arms around Jungkook and pulled him close.

“It’s okay Jungkook, Yoongi-hyung isn’t mad,” Hoseok said, giving a critical eye to Yoongi, “Right, hyung?”

“Oh, uh, right,” Yoongi stuttered, “Jungkook, I wasn’t really mad at you, I just took my anger out on you. It’s been a shit show of a day.”

Jungkook still continued to cry.

“You’re going to make your headache worse,” Hoseok warned, “Dinner is going to happen soon to and I’m sure you want to eat.”

“You can’t eat and cry at the same time.” Yoongi added.

Hoseok continued to cuddle Jungkook while Yoongi rubbed his back. Yoongi couldn’t tell if Jungkook was enjoying the treatment, he wasn’t big on skinship, but to be honest they didn’t know what else to do.

“Hey, I came to check on you guys,” Namjoon entered the room, “Dinner is about to start.”

“We’ll join you as soon as Jungkook stops crying.” Hoseok stated, giving Jungkook a reassuring squeeze.

“Jungkook, you are too old to be crying as much as you do,” Namjoon sighed.

Jungkook put his hands to his eyes as if that would hide his tears.

“Namjoon!” Hoseok exclaimed in shock.

“He can’t carry on like that, he’s too old.” Namjoon defended himself, “This is too much, he needs to learn how to control his emotions.”

Yoongi felt Jungkook shake out a silent sob.

“Kim Namjoon! What did you just say?” Manager Oh stormed in.

“Uh-I,” Namjoon sputtered surprised.

“Jungkook is younger than you! You need to remember that he has a lot on his plate right now with work and school.” Manager Oh scolded, “You are supposed to support your fellow members.”

Namjoon looked ashamed and quickly crouched in front of Jungkook.

“Kookie, I’m sorry, that wasn’t kind of me, it just been along day. I didn’t mean to take it out on you.” Namjoon apologized.

“This is the second time Jungkook has been told that today.” Hoseok commented, “I think we need to stop blaming everything on the day we had.”

“You’re right. Jungkook can you look at me?” Namjoon tilted Jungkook’s chin up.

Namjoon peered at the maknae and got a look of confusion on his face. He took his other hand and rubbed Jungkook’s cheek.

“Is everything else okay?” Namjoon asked him.

“I have a headache.” Jungkook whispered horsely.

“Can you tell me how you’re feeling?” Namjoon asked as he rubbed Jungkook’s temple.

“It throbs behind my eyes, I feel a little nauseous,” Jungkook explained, “And light really hurts my eyes.”

“You have a migraine, come here, let’s go to our room, you’re not going to want to eat.” Namjoon said, carefully helping Jungkook up, “We can put a sleep mask and some ear plugs on you. That will help you feel better.”

Namjoon lead a very tired Jungkook out of the room while Hoseok dramatically sighed and laid on top of Yoongi.

“Off.” Yoongi grunted.

“But hyung!” Hoseok whined, “You were so nice a few seconds ago!”

“Go help Jin set the table, and tell them about Jungkook,” Manager Oh interrupted before they could start a fight.

All of Jungkook’s hyungs ended up taking turns staying with him for the rest of the night.

There is a small recurring theme in some of my Jungkook fics that a might write a fic about

          okay, so i figure i should do the actual summer activity update now ( tl;dr : summer’s a myth and i need like one more set of hands please ).  all you really need to know is that my activity will be pretty inconsistent if not significantly reduced at times, but i’ll try to maintain a queue as much as i can ( though there might be an influx of shitposting, ngl ) ; i mean, i’ll still be here and generally in the here-nights, just less reliably so ( so, yeah, if i’m more distant, slower, less on the dash, lurking, whatever, this is probably why ; please just bear with me and be patient ).

          i mean, if you’re interested, here’s what’s crackin’ in a nutshell below the cut ; otherwise, cool, i’m generally pretty easy to hit up on d i s c o r d ( if not a bit slow ) :

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anonymous asked:

can you please do an imagine where you and calum get in a fight and he says something really hurtful so you leave to go for a walk and end up in a really sketchy part of town (like known for rape and stuff) and he calls you and asks where you are because he's sorry and has to come help you?❤️

Here you go, lovely! Thanks so much for the request. I may have gotten a bit carried away so it’s kinda long lol

TRIGGER WARNING: this contains violence and attempted rape. Please don’t read it if either of those things triggers you.

“Fuck, (Y/N), I’m really trying here!” Your boyfriend yells as his fists clench frustratedly.

You roll your eyes. “No you’re not, Calum! You’ve been home for two weeks, and all I asked for was one night! Just one night! And you couldn’t even give it to me!”

“I told you I was sorry, okay? I got held up with the guys and I lost track of time,” he says for the thousandth time.

You turn away and look down at the dress that you haven’t bothered to take off. Cal came back from a six month tour two weeks ago. You live in the same house, but other than the casual passing in the kitchen and hallways, you two have hardly seen each other. Cal’s been caught up doing band stuff for the next album, and you’ve been swamped at work.

Tonight Calum promised he would take you out on a date so that you two could spend some quality time together, but it never happened. You waited over an hour at the restaurant for him, and he never showed. Nor did he answer any of your phone calls. So you were left heartbroken, humiliated, and most of all, angry.

“(Y/N), look at me,” he growls. “I know you’re mad, but this isn’t my fault. I have a responsibility to my band, and I can’t just blow them off to spend time with you!”

You feel your anger rising up all over again and you turn back to face him. You cross your arms over your chest and try to keep the angry tears out of your eyes.

“I’m not asking you to ‘blow them off’, Calum! You are the one who said that we could go out tonight! You are the one who made a reservation at some fancy restaurant!”

“Yeah, because you forced me to!” He screams, taking a step toward you. “You’ve been badgering me about spending more time with you ever since I got home! It’s like I can’t even have a minute to myself!”

Your mouth falls open as you listen to the words coming out of his mouth. You can’t believe how ridiculous he’s being. He’s trying to act like the victim here, but you aren’t having it.

“You know what, Cal?” You say, taking a step toward the door. “If you want space, then let me give you space. Call me when you find the Calum I fell in love with.”

You turn around and walk quickly toward the front door, leaving without a second thought. You didn’t even think to grab a coat or a different pair of shoes, but you are too angry to go back inside right now.

You slip the high heels off of your aching feet and hold them in one of your hands as you walk quickly in any direction. You don’t care where you go or where you end up, you just don’t want to be around Calum.

He was away from you for six months and now that he’s back, it’s almost like he’s still gone. He sleeps next to you at night, but he hardly touches you. He kisses you on his way out in the morning, but you can tell that it’s purely out of habit. You were hoping that this date night would bring you two closer together again, but now you’ll never get the chance to find out.

You don’t know what this means for your relationship. All you know is that you can’t go on with things the way they are. You deserve more than this.

You wander through the cold, dark streets with no sense of direction or destination in mind. You start to feel as if you may be getting lost, but you don’t even care. You know if things get too confusing, you can always call one of your friends to come find you.

As if reading your thoughts, your phone starts to ring. You pull it out and see that it’s the one person that you have no desire to speak to. You reject the call.

You only then notice all of the texts that he’s sent you, and the time. You’ve been walking around for over an hour! You can tell from scanning his messages that he’s extremely worried about you, and you figure he at least deserves to know that you’re alright.

You’re about to call him back when your phone starts ringing again. You sigh and pick it up, pressing it to your ear and taking in a shaky breath.


“(Y/N)!” Calum says, his voice full of relief. “Thank god, I’ve been trying to get a hold of you for like half an hour!”

You glance around nervously and your stomach drops as you start to realize exactly where you are. You’re in a very sketchy part of town. It’s definitely somewhere that a girl like you shouldn’t be hanging out after dark.

“Hello? Are you there?” He asks when you don’t respond for a few seconds.

“Yeah,” you answer, your voice shaking. “I’m here.”

“Look, I’m so sorry for the way I acted and the things I said. I know that I’ve been really bad about giving you the attention you deserve, and reality didn’t hit me until you walked out that door,” he says. “I realized in that moment just how much I need you. I’ve been mentally exhausted from tour, and I hang out with the guys so much because I feel like they’re the only ones who really understand how I feel. I know that it’s a lame excuse for not spending time with you, but it’s true. I shouldn’t have blown you off tonight, but it genuinely just slipped my mind. I’ve had so many things going on, and I’ve done a really shitty job of prioritizing them.”

“Where do I fall on the priority list, Cal?” You ask, your voice sad. “Because lately I feel like I’m last.”

You can hear his heavy breaths on the other end of the phone before he answers. “You’re not last, baby, you’ve never been last. I promise I will start proving that to you if you just give me another chance.”

“I don’t know, Cal,” you say softly. “Maybe we should just spend some time apart to think about things.”

“Please, please don’t say that,” he whispers, his voice just barely audible. “I need you in my life, (Y/N). I don’t know what I would do without you.”

“Why don’t we just talk about this when I get home?” You suggest.

“You’re coming home tonight, right?” He asks hopefully.

You quickly look around to see if you can make out any shadowy figures in the darkness. You’re starting to get that weird sensation that you’re being watched, and it’s freaking you out.

“Y-yeah,” you whisper, turning to walk back in the direction you just came from.

“(Y/N)?” Calum asks, noticing the change in your voice. “What’s wrong? Where are you?”

“I-I accidentally wandered over toward Baker Street,” you say quietly.

Baker Street?!” Calum yells. “(Y/N) that’s like the most dangerous part of town! What the hell are you doing way over there?”

“I-I wasn’t really paying attention to where I was going, and now I’m starting to get really scared,” you tell him, tears filling your eyes.

“Okay, okay, just stay calm, baby,” he says, his voice frantic. “I’m coming to get you. I’ll be there in just a few minutes, but stay on the phone with me, okay?”

“I feel like someone’s watching me, Cal,” you whisper, unsure if he’ll actually be able to hear you or not.

“Fuck,” he says angrily. You can hear the sound of his car starting in the background and you try to keep your heart rate normal. “You’re going to be fine, alright? Everything’s okay. I’m on my way.”

You want to believe him, but you feel less and less safe as more time goes by. Calum is talking to you, but you’re not really paying any attention to his words. You keep looking behind you to check for murderers and rapists, but it’s really hard to tell what’s out there when the majority of the street lights are burned out.

“Hey baby,” a deep voice suddenly slurs from right beside you.

You jump and let out a small scream as an obviously intoxicated man walks toward you. You try to turn and run away, but he quickly grabs your arm and pulls you against him.

“Let go of me!” You yell, kicking him in the shin as hard as you can.

He groans when your foot makes contact with him and he shoves your roughly to the ground.

“Fucking bitch!” He yells, his spit flying everywhere. “What the hell was that for? I was trying to do this the nice way, but I guess you like it rough.”

You try to get up and flee, but he immediately pins you back down to the ground with his body. You scream for help, but his large hand quickly comes up to cover your mouth.

Tears are steadily flowing from your eyes now as the man struggles to try and remove your dress. You’re fighting as hard as your body will allow you, but he’s just too strong. He starts pulling the dress’s straps down your arms and you start flailing even more.

He’s about to pull the dress off of you completely when everything suddenly stops. You look up and see that the man is now on the ground beside you and someone else is on top of him. It only takes you a second to realize that it’s Calum and he’s found you just in time. He’s furiously pounding his fists against the man’s face, and you start to worry that he’s not going to stop.

Cal is screaming profanities in the man’s face, and the drunk man is starting to go limp. You struggle to your feet and run over to Calum, placing your hand on his bicep and attempting to pull him away.

He looks up at you and his expression immediately shifts from rage to guilt. He gets up off of your attacker and pulls you into his arms. He holds onto you as if his life depends on it and he repeatedly whispers tearful apologies into your ear. 

“I was so scared,” he whispers. “I was so scared that I wouldn’t get to you in time.”

You sob into Calum’s shirt and you feel him take his jacket off and wrap it around your shoulders.

“Thank you for rescuing me,” you mumble. “I love you, Calum.”

“I love you too, baby. I love you so much.”

anonymous asked:

How do you feel about the fact that Nami seems to get bashed by male fans all the time for smacking the guys around (often for being gross and sexist) but very few, if not none of them seem to have a problem with Sanji's history of blatantly prioritizing Nami and Robin over the well-being of his male shipmates?

Hearing stuff like this about Sanji is actually kinda frustrating for me. As people know, I am not a fan of Sanji. There are a lot of fucked up things about his character, which have only gotten worse over time (but they’ve been there since all the way back at Arlong Park). However, his treatment of men is not his problem. It never has been (and I’ve written about this before here). When has Sanji ever done something like neglect one of his male comrades in a time of need? He hasn’t, but ideas like this come from the fact that Sanji says one thing while doing another. Like on Sabaody

He said this, but then what did he turn around and actually do?

He could have stayed with Nami and focused only on protecting her, but he didn’t. He went and tried to help the injured Zoro, Usopp, and Brook. And he wasn’t fine. He almost died trying to stop the Pacifista from going after those three. 

Sanji is this way as a general matter. He fawns over women and loves talking about how much he loves them, but he refuses to straightforwardly admit that he cares about guys. Zeff is the same way, and when we first met them it simply looked like the two of them hated each other, when we obviously know the exact opposite is true. Sanji dotes on women while being rude to guys, but that’s mostly it. He has not been demonstrated to care about the lives of Nami and Robin more than those of Usopp or Zoro. It’s been made clear that Sanij would never sacrifice any of the guys on the crew for the sake of the girls. Rather, he’d sacrifice himself first to protect all of them. So with that in mind, Sanji being casually rude to guys while doting on women… isn’t a big deal to me. People don’t have to like it, but it’s not any kind of problem. It’s like complaining that a guy at a bar trying to get laid is buying women drinks, but won’t buy guys drinks. A guy not giving you free drinks doesn’t count as discrimination. 

People framing Sanji’s treatment of men as the issue with his character frustrates me because it mischaracterizes him and shifts attention away from what his actual problems are. His extremely gross treatment of women for his own enjoyment, his sexism and general infantilization of women, his transphobia. Those are the problems that I have with Sanji, not that he’s rude towards dudes. But a lot of people seem so convinced that Sanji’s treatment of women is TOO GOOD because he likes to make them fancy deserts and is overprotective of them, and they get so used to that that they don’t pay attention when he’s doing things like literally making Nami cry in frustration with how dead-set he was on exposing her body on Punk Hazard no matter how much she told him not to. Just like with men, Sanji says one thing about women and then does another. Except with men it’s him saying that he doesn’t care and then demonstrating that he actually does, while with women it’s him saying he loves them and then turns around and acts gross and disrespectful as hell to them. 

As for the stuff about Nami hitting Luffy and the other guys, I’ve written about that before, but I can’t find the ask right now. Basically, I don’t view it as a problem because in One Piece, this stuff isn’t framed as “it is okay for women to hurt men.” This stuff is framed as a matter of “when people act like idiots they get smacked in the head.” Usopp hits Luffy for acting stupid, Sanji hits Luffy and Usopp for eating all the food on the ship and for making fun of him, etc, etc, etc. 

However, people are hyper-sensitive to the idea of women getting a free pass to beat on men as much as they want, even when they deserve it 

If Zoro was slacking off and taking a nap while the entire rest of the crew was fighting for their lives in their very first fight against the wild weather of the Grand Line, why shouldn’t he be reprimanded for it? But people selectively focus on the fact that it’s usually Nami dishing out the punches for crew members slacking off, doing stupid things that put their lives in jeopardy, and the fact that half of the male crew members also smack Luffy around when he does those kind of things, and instead decide to selectively resent Nami for it. 

anonymous asked:

umh raniku-chan, can i have scenarios where GOM give his s/o a surprise when her birthday? because today was my birthday :) thanks anyway, raniku-chan.

Hi anon-san! Im so sorry I replied to you not on your birthday! On that day, I promised to prioritize the Self Ship Event, so I hope you understand <3 But don’t worry! You’re still getting your GOM birthday surprise! Love you so so so much. Pls know, that despite me being here on the other side of the world, I got your back. BELATED HAPPY BIRTHDAY. And the KnB community loves you <3 xx Raniku 


You were genuinely upset that Akashi didn’t take the time off from work to celebrate your birthday with you, even if you prepared everything yourself. You came into this relationship, knowing how much of a busy guy he’d be, but it still hurt you. 

So it was 10:59, almost an hour left till your birthday ends, and Akashi still hasn’t showed up.

Sighing, you walked to your room, unzipped your dress, letting it fall to the floor and jumped to the bed without a care in the world that you still had your makeup on, and that you were only in your underwear, when all of a sudden someone rings door bell. 

Your heart pounded as you grabbed your favorite shirt of the hook, as you padded your way down the hall and to the door. 

To your surprise, there was Akashi, all dressed up, he had your favorite flowers with him and a cake.

“I wanted to be the last one to greet you. Happy Birthday ______. I am so glad that you were born into this world. And I can’t wait to show you more of it.”


You were having lunch with your friends, enjoying your favorite drink, laughing at their stories of you from the past, when all of a sudden Midorima comes in with the biggest bear you’ve ever seen in the world. You couldn’t help but feel your jaw drop, seeing as your tsundere boyfriend walk up to you, blushing, as he struggled to keep a hold on the giant bear.

“Oha-sa said that this was your lucky item. I didn’t want to just give you any bear because I thought you deserved more luck than anyone else did today. So Happy Birthday. By the way, you’re last on Oha-sa today, hence the size. But I’ll be here to make sure you have a perfect birthday nanodayo.” 


Kuroko hasn’t told you of his plans for your birthday today, and you couldn’t help but worry. When Kuroko picked you up at your place, the day began out as a normal day. You guys went out for vanilla milk shakes. Brought Nigou out for a walk. And then afterwards headed towards the basketball court, for him to teach you the basics. 

And you coulnd’t help but feel extremely disappointed with how the day turned out.

“Ano… ___-san? Would you mind if we passed by somewhere before I bring you home?” Kuroko asked.

“Uhm sure.” You hesitantly replied, trying to push back the feeling of disappointment. 

You were walking up to Murasakibara’s cafe, which was closed, and you couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at Kuroko, who opened the door and gestured you to go inside.

As you stepped into the dark cafe, all of a sudden bright lights and poppers sounded off from all over the place, making your heart stop briefly.


Your hand covered your mouth as you took in the seen in front of you. 

All you friends and family were there, as well as Kuroko’s friends and family.

You turned around to thank Kuroko only to be surprised at the rare sign of emotion on his face.

“I’m sorry I worried you today ___-san. I just wanted to make sure, that despite how it started out, you’d end today with a bang. So Happy Birthday. And we all love you… I love you.” 


“___-cchi! Don’t forget to bring your bathing suit okay? We’re going on a photoshoot!”

That was the last time you heard from Kise. And you couldn’t help but feel nervous. You wanted to spend your special day, with your boyfriend, and all he’s thinking about is cameras, lights and action. 

So here you are, being driven to whatever location Kise asked Aomine to drive you to, having to bear with a really awkward long drive with his best friend.

As soon as the car screeched to a halt, you jumped out of the car and thanked Aomine, as he waved without looking back before driving of, when all of a sudden you noticed that Kise wasn’t there at all. 

You felt a huge rock fall to your gut, making you feel nervous as hell, at the fact that you’re all alone at a beach where you’re supposed to have a photoshoot, when all of a sudden a man was waving at you at the end of the beach, near a cove.

And you knew it was Kise.

As you closed in to him, you realized, there were no cameras, crews or lights.

It was just a picnic blanket, picnic basket, plates, blankets and a small tent. 

“Did I piss you off __-cchi?” Kise grinned as he grabbed you for a hug.

“If I did, I’m sorry, but I hope I can make you feel better. I love you ___cchi, and Happy Birthday.”


It was the nth time Murasakibara pouted and the date has only started. It was your birthday, and he was being a brat. You couldn’t help but want to end this already so that you could just have a quiet evening alone and relax. But instead, here you are, trying to take care of your boyfriend on your special day.

You were out in the park, supposedly on a picnic, having the worst date ever when all of a sudden, the workers from Murasakibara’s cafe came out with a huge sign and a bunch of sweet treats.

“I know I’m a big baby, but you learned to love me despite that. So Happy Birthday ____-chin.” 

The sign read, and you couldn’t help but laugh and slap Murasakibara’s arm, who gave you a lazy smile as he rubbed his arm.

“YOU WERE DOING THAT ON PURPOSE!” You grinned at him.

“I wanted you to know, how much you were a great person ____-chin. You could handle me at worst and at my best. And to me, it felt like you were born to do that.”

“Born to take care of you?” You asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

Making Murasakibara shake his head.

“No. Born to love me. Happy Birthday ___-chin. And I love you too.”



“Fuck! Nothing is going right!” It was the worst idea, to cook dinner. And cooking wasn’t even Aomine’s specialty. 

He asked Kagami to make a recipe which he could easily follow but all he did all night was burn everything to the ground. And he only has about 5 mins till-

And the door bell rings, he hasn’t even showered yet, and everything was a mess. And all Aomine could do was sigh. 

He opens the door with a heavy heart, only to see you with take out in your hands blushing.

“I was actually here 45 minutes ago, and I saw smoke coming out.” You sheepishly explained. 

Aomine couldn’t help but blush at being caught.


You tiptoed and gave him a kiss. 

“It’s okay, its the thought that counts.” You grinned. 

Aomine smirked back. 

“Well I guess I’d have to make it up to you with one of the only things I know and I’m sure I won’t screw up.”


Aomine wagged his eyebrows at you.

“In bed.”


No one has to guess that you were probably the most satiated Birthday Girl tonight. 

okay after this im done

So basically im just gonna talk about the Luke and arzaylea crap. Okay so people are saying that she is changing Luke and that she’s taking away his innocence and all that other crap. But come on lets be real. Luke wasn’t even innocent before her. He is a 19 year-old rockstar. He knows he gets bitches and to think he was innocent before this is just plain idiotic. Also some people say its management and if it is than okay, it’ll probs be over soon. Other people say that he’s trying to prove to the fam that he can do what he wants and I totally get where he’s coming from. Would you like to be controlled by a ton of teenage girls. I think not. But either way IF Luke is being a total jerk like people say than he needs to check himself. (Luke if you’re reading this you than you need to have a good long look in the mirror before it’s too late cuz some of us are really close to just being done with all you’re bullshit) But if Luke and arzaylea really do have SOMETHING and aren’t just being fucked up than great. I’m totally happy for them. But if she really just is screwing with him and he’s too far up her ass to realize than ohh well. Sometime along the rode she’ll end up breaking his heart and than he’ll get a cold hard dose of reality. Point is we really can’t do anything (legal) about it. He needs to learn form his mistakes. Also someone said that he spit on her/hi when they asked for a picture and that arzaylea kicked their dog. Luke is a ton of thing but he is a COMPLETE idiot. He wouldn’t spit on someone because of course it’s gonna get out. And arzaylea clearly isn’t stupid if she’s managed to play so many guys so she really wouldn’t kick someone’s dog unless she really is out of shit. But basically what i’m trying to say here is that you need to leave Luke the fuck alone to get his shit together. I’ll always be there for him but he needs to get his priorites straight if all of this is really true. And don’t send hate guys. It really doesn’t do anything than give the 5sosfam more of a terrible reputation. Just focus on other aspects of 5sos. Like how malum went shopping at walmart and met fans or how michael supposedly hit almost hut someone while attempting to drive (i really don’t know). It’s not our problem so we shouldn’t give any fucks. And with that i am done with this subject. I am jiggley puffing out of here. Flying away from this crap. Going to the back of the room where nobody looks to read Calum fanfics and polish up on my french. BYE BYE

One of the best thing my parents–both of them!– did for my sister and me was teach us how to be ethical, compassionate, smart animal owners. My dad, who wanted to be a herpetologist and could have been a great one, taught us to be inquisitive and observant and learned about nature, and to respect the weird gross little guys, and my mom valued pets as human family at a time when that was rare. (Plus her woo woo stuff.) My mom was often, later, an irresponsible pet owner–as cat ladies get to be–because of circumstance and, you know, Her. But my sister and I are so committed to prioritizing the lives and comfort and stability of the pets, which is the oath you have to commit to if you want pets. (My sister who took out a car loan to adopt an abandoned fucked up pomeranian, lol. A type of responsibility.) Circumstances change but if you can’t take that seriously* you should not have them.

I believe it is becoming easier than ever to draw on community support to care for pets–and I have stroooong feelings about the ways that this is not true when it comes to human care.** Money should not ever be the thing that stops you from doing the right thing for your animals. Come to me if you need to, there are so many good resources to connect you. But pets really can be expensive, and I can’t stand the thought of care decisions being made for no reason other than money. (Sometimes the very expensive path is also the path with most suffering, though.)

*the bottom line for serious and ethical pet ownership:

1. Your pet is forever. The seriousness of this obligation changes between species (like, fish? rehome them, sure) and circumstances come up. It is okay. But if you get a pet you must be able to say “I intend to live with and care for this animal for the duration of its life,” and be educated about that expected lifespan. Part of this means educating yourself about area resources: fosters, rescues, fb groups, and no-kill shelters, in case you get sick, or there are issues with children, or you need financial support, etc. Abandoning a pet is never ok. Considering abandoning a pet means you probably aren’t in a good space to have pets.

Make a plan for your pet in case you die.

2. Sometimes you aren’t in the right space to have pets. Be real about it, this is somebody’s life.

3. BUT, as they say, there are no perfect parents. There are so many animals that need shelter, food, health maintenance and companionship. You are enough.

4. All bets are off with cats tbh, the sons of bitches choose you

5. People still put cats to sleep for peeing outside of the box. Without behavioral work, regardless of their level of pain or illness. You cannot end an animal’s life because it inconveniences you. (You should also not upend their life and rehome them for behavioral problems that can be addressed, when it is your responsibility to address them, to some extent.)

6. If you declaw a cat you are not fit to own ANY animals. It is gruesome, sometimes debilitating, abuse almost universally rejected by animal health specialists. (In the past you may not have known this, it was so normalized. Now you do.) If your vanity is that powerful–and even MINE is not–you cannot own a cat. Trim their damn nails, get them a scratching post, play with them more. Do not amputate parts of their body to protect your ugly microfiber couch.

7. If however you have adopted a cat who was declawed by someone else in the past, it is soooo funny when they “scratch” on the walls and it goes swish swish swish

8. It is not that difficult, but it is a dedication. If you have a support network–rescues are great for this–you will be a fine parent. Just REALLY love them.

9. Sorry but…don’t smoke indoors if you have pets, it is very bad for them :/ An emergency vet fund is a nice motivation to quit! :3

10. You gotta take them to the vet sometimes. You can’t never take them to the vet. There are resources. Vets are mostly not like doctors–they are in this for the animals.


**Having had to make an end of life decision both for my mother and my cat I can tell u for sure which was more Ethical and comfortable for the dying

it’s been pretty slow around here for a while now and frankly i don’t have the will to pick things back up, even if i’ve met some amazing people who have really helped keep this place alive for me. so because i just hit 2.4k followers—kinda crazy seeing how far i’ve come over time—i decided i might as well do this as my official goodbye for now. i’ve been around since july 2012 so naturally this isn’t anywhere near the first time i take a hiatus, but somehow i always manage to come back at one point or another. not to mention, typist’s life is currently way too hectic to prioritize keeping up with this, so the only place you’ll really be able to find me is probably aim. that being said, onto the fun part!

i’ll start off with the ones who have proven themselves best friend status. thank you for being there for me no matter what (seriously, i don’t know how you guys do it!), making me smile, watching all the ridiculous vines i send you, and basically just existing. hover over your names for a little message!

@vurikwn​ @deffjamzz @taeyeoh @jaeparkib @kjhyun @kimchitae​ 

HOUSE LANNISTER. my purely insane family.

@deffjamzz@taeyeoh@tarrln@bruhbomb​ @xmaliu@tsntere@prkjinyng

HOE SQUAD. love my ladies!


below are the people i enjoy interacting with or admire from afar. follow them—you’ll thank me later. the names in bold are those who i’m especially a fan of.


@130186 @1konic @94vousmevoyez @amoralie @baeyeonsei @borarayoon @chaereign @cheonjaen @creswendolls @csyng @daphnyx @deadahyun @dumbseul @ganggz @hmyx @hwngtiff


@ibsuga @iknbi @iljng @irzto @iu-kotroll @khwns @khxuna @kim-kardashianxo @kiyug @kjungsj @kjygd @kohens @krystallist @ktaeyxon @kyungsoomd @jayybumpark @jibunny @jjoii @joohynz @leeyjin @lottiepop @mincarey @minhreon @minjuxjeon @mlkby @mngyuz @mohirs @ntonic @nuttae @parkjms @pluviohple @prkjin @qridere


@rosxyblue @sngjiyeon @sojihero@ssuleh​ @svngbn @syounq @tiffanias @trulypete @wuyifa-n @xkkit @xvictori @yifxnn @yjhx @yurato @zeecova 

99% sure i missed a ton of people—sorry in advance! thank you so much again to everyone, listed and unlisted, for gracing my dashboard with your presence. if you’d like to continue roleplaying with me, you can ask for my new muse’s url. but because everything’s so busy, like i mentioned above, the best place to find me for now would be aim. once more, it’s not like i’m leaving for good. odds are i’ll be back in a few months’ time, but who knows? lots of love for you all. it’s been lit!

This dude on the bus wouldn’t take no for an answer.

I definitely stand with women on the topic of street harassment and catcalling.  I think it’s obnoxious and demeaning and I don’t understand why it’s so hard for dudes to just fall back and let a woman breathe and get on with her day.

Still, I’m a guy, so I don’t really know what that life is like, but I really really feel like I got a good taste of it this morning and let me just say I have no idea how y’all put up with this fuckery literally every day of your life.

So, to remind any new folks, this is me:

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Hello, it’s me; your local grieving widow.

I’m just giving a little update.
First of all; thank you so much to everyone who has sent me supportive, encouraging, and kind asks/chats, you guys are so precious and I appreciate you all so much♥ I wish I could be here and help you guys through all of this too.
I’m still very.. I don’t know how to put it, about the whole situation. This whole experience has sort of given me an existential crisis, and yes I know how dramatic that sounds, but it’s true. Basically, I’ve always had this strong feeling of needing/wanting to use my creativity to entertain people, and tumblr has sort of given me a sense of that, but it hasn’t helped me achieve this in the Real world - and I’ve prioritized staying inside on tumblr and being creative here instead of working on something I can do to make a living. That’s the existential crisis for ya. (In all seriousness, I’ve actually been very traumatized by this. I like to joke away my feelings but I’m not really in the best of places yet. I can barely look at Lexa’s face without breaking down, it’s insane.)
NOW, over to what I’m actually supposed to say. Look at me (i’m saaandra dee) I’m rambling.
I’m staying on tumblr. *que a couple of claps and a wah-wah-wah-waaaah sound* But I’m most likely not going to continue watching The 100. AND. I will most likely not spend as much time on here as I have in the past. 
And I still need some time to get over this. I mean… in case y’all didn’t notice… which.. would be weird.. No character has ever been as important to me as Lexa. I’ve never loved a character like her in my whole 22-year old fictional-loving life. *Distant douchebag voices yelling* “she’s a fictional character!” YEAH WELL she’s been much more to me. So much more. In so many ways (I’m not gonna go into detail because I’m getting teary-eyed just writing this, look at me the emo nerd jfc) 

And to wrap this long post up, which could just have been a short “hey I’m staying lol sup fam hmu” - 
I will always love Lexa. I will continue to praise and make Lexa edits in the future. But I need more time (honestly, one moment I’m laughing at my own distorted face in snapchat filters and in the next moment I’m crying on the shower floor. It’s wild.) 
And.. you know what’s starting next month? FTWD. And I’ll get to gif everyone’s favourite zombie-slaying sassmaster Alicia Clark again. 

Kristina out~ I mean in~ Kristina in~ Wait that sounds really wrong.
Right. I miss you guys. I couldn’t even stay a whole week away from you. I hope you’re all well, or as well as one can be regarding the circumstances. *gives you all a big group cyber-hug*

It’s the weekend guys, which means it’s time to get to all of the stuff you couldn’t prioritize during the week with work or school or whatever else you may be doing. I hope this includes researching things like the recreation of Viking ships, or how Old English evolved to what we speak now, or what to pack for field school, or just marathoning the Mummy movies because they’re real gems (well, I think we all know which 2 I’m talking about). Have fun with your nerdy selves and feel no shame in your odd fantastic eclectic interests and hobbies. Stay curious, my friends.