i make you nauseous

Future Makeup Artist // Jackson Wang (Got7)

Description: You’re visiting a friend in Korea, who happens to be a makeup artist for Got7. One day you’re bored so you go to work with her and you hit it off with Jackson.

Type: Fluff?

 Pairing: Jackson x Reader

Word Count: 2467

Requested: Yes

Can i get a scenario of Jackson where like your visiting Korea because your friend works there as a make up artist for some famous idols, and like one day your bored so you go to work with your friend and meet some of the people she does make up for and it happens to be got7 and you and Jackson start to hit it off? Tysm in advance!

Author’s Note: Hey guys! Hope you’re taking care of yourselves. I wanted to apologize again for not posting at all for the past week. I’ve had terrible migraines, you know the ones that make you feel really dizzy and nauseous? Yeah, I’ve had those. I think I might need my vision checked. Anyways, I hope you enjoy! 

I’ve only edited this a couple times, I’ll probably edit it again.


“Ladies and gentlemen, please fasten your seatbelts. We have been cleared to land at the Incheon International Airport in Seoul, South Korea. We will be landing in approximately 10 minutes.Thank you.”

Fastening my seatbelt, I waited rather impatiently for the plane to land. I was eager to finally get off of this 14 hour flight that I had to take in order to get to Seoul. My best friend, Leigh-Ann moved to South Korea last year after graduating college to pursue a career as both a makeup artist and a stylist. Having not seen her in almost a whole year, I decided that I would come visit her while I was taking a semester off of school. Before boarding my flight, I talked to Leigh-Ann and she is going to meet me at the airport and take me back to her place, which is where I will be staying during my visit.

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the first time sentence meme

feel free to change the pronouns and things to fit your muse!

  • “do you know whose party this is?”
  • “so this girl, _____. she doesn’t like you back?”
  • “i’m a junior, not a moron.”
  • “you just smile and it’s like all that noise just fades away.”
  • “oh my god, i’m literally too embarrassing to even live!”
  • “wanna dance with me?”
  • “i don’t do pda. those couples, they make me nauseous.”
  • “are you a happy, go lucky kid? ‘cause i’ll slap you if you are.”
  • “have you had sex yet?”
  • “i fantasize about holding her hand and kissing in the rain, all that cheesy, tired, romantic shit that you’re such a fan of.”
  • “i’ve never met anyone like you before.”
  • “your heart is beating really fast.”
  • “leave it a few days before you call this girl.”
  • “she’s gonna think i’m stalking her, like some weird, creepy nerd!”
  • “don’t look now, lamb chop, shit just got real.”
  • “i wanted us to have one of our famous late night talks.”
  • “come on! confidence is sexy!”
  • “do you like…like him?”
  • “it’s just that most guys our age are completely self absorbed, you know?”
  • “you can’t lose your virginity to _____.”
  • “i think finding the right person makes it special.”
  • “you dig me.”
  • “i’ve never done this before but i’m gonna kick your ass.”
  • “i’m over boys. they all suck, especially the hotties!”
  • “i don’t wanna butt in on you and your time with your sister.”
  • “i don’t want her to worry i’m not gonna come back.”
  • “i’m not opposed to flowers. i like flowers, they’re pretty!”
  • “i’m thinking that this is the best weekend of my life. and i really don’t wanna screw it up.”
  • “oh fuck it.”
  • “do you wanna…maybe…get under the covers?”
  • “i guess i’ll call you later.”
  • “what is it that’s so special about this particular girl?”
  • “i met a boy, a really good one. and i think i drove him away.”
  • “i definitely don’t know anything about love.”
  • “all i want, like in the world, is to just keep talking to you. i wanna know how your day was, where you wanna eat, and i wanna argue with you. and i wanna hear all your theories, even the ones that are just completely, you know, wrong. and i know it’s not that simple.  i just think…no, I really believe that if you just… if you just be willing to continue having this conversation with me then we could figure the rest out.”
  • “none of my theories are wrong, by the way. they just aren’t fully developed yet.”
  • “we can definitely work on the sex thing.”

anonymous asked:

oh thank god i'm not the only one. i tried reading killing stalking today and felt so disturbed, i had to quit by the beginning of the third chapter. i had to bleach it out of my brain with some cheesy videos for a few hours....

i feel you it really makes me feel nauseous  but honestly i don’t want to talk about it anymore and put its name on my blog  TT   TT but i’m willing to talk about it in private if you want to vent!

Ezra, you had better not go Skywalker/Solo brat on us.

(This is the comic idea I had partway through watching the finale.  Before that one thing happened.)

anonymous asked:

hey! If you are still accepting requests then could you maybe do an MC who has bad car sickness for the rfa+V&Saeran ? Like any drive more than fifteen minutes will make her feel nauseous. thank you so much and I really enjoy your writing!

thank you omg! i hope you enjoy this ^^

zen:
•he would try to keep car rides as short as possible
•he constantly asks if you feel okay
•keeps crackers and water in the car at all times
•if it’s too much he will gladly pull over till you feel better
•always holds your hand (he claims it’ll protect you ok zen)
•he’s like a mom, if you don’t have to go in the car he’ll tell you not to

yoosung:
•poor boy isn’t sure what to do
•you guys are driving to his moms house for dinner and it’s a good 45 minute drive
•once you tell him you feel nauseous he’s lowkey freaking out but is trying to calm you down first
•he’s just doing whatever you suggest and ends up looking into it more so he’s prepared

jaehee:
•sweet mom is ready
•is constantly asking if the temperature is okay, if you need anything, etc.
•keeps her car packed with anything that might help all the time
•if you just want to sleep she will hold your hand and hum while she drives (omg literally yes pls)

jumin:
•if you tell him about your car sickness he passes the information on to driver kim
•rides are as quick as the law will let them be
•he’s right next to you holding your hand trying to distract you the best he can
•is probably just talking about the stock market or something
•he gets a personal doctor to help you out with ways to deal with it

seven:
•he’d be too scared to drive quickly in fear that it might make it worse
•he doesn’t want you to go too far if you don’t have/need to
•he’ll probably pull over if he thinks you look uncomfortable
•he looks up any ways he can help so that you feel more comfortable when driving somewhere

V:
(we’re gonna say he got eye surgery and can drive ok)
•he will tell you to drink some water and take a nap if you can
•makes sure you’ve always eaten
•keeps crackers in the glovebox for if you haven’t eaten enough
•he tries is best to make sure you’re comfortable
•he listens to any suggestions you have and always has anything you ask for on hand

saeran:
•like yoosung he has no idea what to do
•is always asking if you need anything or want to stop
•he holds your hand and rubs the back of it with his thumb
•if you say anything you want/need he gets it as soon as humanly possible
•he keeps note of things you usually ask for so he always has some

I watched my classmates learn today
The lesson was current events
Our assignment
was to study Isis
by looking up passages in the Quran
that justified jihad
I listened in horror
as they read of beheadings
and stonings
and removing fingers
with a certain relish
that comes from superiority
and as the teacher agreed
and explained how ISIS is using
those passages
to justify extremism
I saw them learning
hate

Not deep
all-consuming hate
but the subtle hate
the kind that whispers
“you are better than
Them
these strange aliens
see, how they are barbarians
compared to you
see, you are not the same”
the seductive kind
that settles
and gives false promises
of knowledge
and understanding
I saw them settle in their seats
Smug
and satisfied
with the course of their day
believing that now, of course
they understood everything

I wanted to stand up
and shriek that
NO
YOU UNDERSTAND NOTHING
I wanted to tell the boy
with a cross hanging around his neck
who spoke in a kind of wonder
at his newfound epiphany of
“No wonder they’re like that,
if this is the kind of thing they read,”
that he has no ground to stand on
I wanted to shove a Bible at him
and demand that he highlight
every
single
instance
of murder
and rape
and betrayal
before he stand there and condemn
an entire holy script
for passages that are no worse
than the ones he learned in Sunday school

I wanted to share the story
of the kindest girl I knew
at elementary school
who always made time to walk
with the loneliest kid on the playground
so I wouldn’t have to feel so abandoned
who stayed out of the cafeteria
for a month every year
who wore a snow-white hijab
and carried herself
with a possessed, quiet air
radiating serenity
from long, flowing clothing

I wanted to tell them about my uncle
And his copy of the Quran that my father still has on his shelves
I wanted to read them some of the verses underlined with pencil
that speak of peace
and community
and faithfulness
to try and make them listen
before condensing all they have learned
into simply
“Terrorists”

I wanted to stand on my chair and scream
because how DARE they condemn
how DARE they learn of the five sacred pillars
right next to ISIS
and think them the same
how dare the teacher forever associate those two things in their minds
how dare these same students who stand
and recite the words they were brainwashed into learning every morning
before they even learned what they meant
and so never question them now
still exclaim with outrage
over young children learning prayers

I wanted to demand, more than anything else
How dare you think yourselves different?
How dare you restrict your worldview?
How dare you take these stories
and half-tell and forget them?
I wanted to ask the teacher
How dare you spend fifteen minutes
giving us the basics of faith
on a five-year-old worksheet
and three hours
expounding on the hatred of extremists
detailing how they are ruthless
and cunning
and out to kill all who don’t share their faith?

I wanted to object to this entire exercise
I wanted to walk out of the room
I wanted to yell at everyone
Until they opened their eyes
beyond their new
narrowed
worldview
and tried to learn the full story
without having it spoonfed to them
but in the end
I simply sat
staring at my hands
while my classmates learned hate
and dismissal
of issues a world away from them
with careless laughter.

— 

March 20

or

“What my classmates learned today.”

3

Never Making Eye Contact with Susan

I love the east village. It’s so neighborhoody without being lame. Like, I don’t want that life where I’m walking down the street and have to wave to my neighbor Jim while he’s mowing his lawn for the 3rd time that day, or ever make eye contact with Susan each morning at 7am while she’s grabbing her paper. The EV manages that cool low key life, like, I know you and wattup without making me nauseous like those neighborhood ‘block parties’. Because my ideal day is watching a ton of kids ride plastic tractors and poop on slip n slides while I’m being fed numerous Costco quality hotdogs and pies. Barnyard is rad, they know pretty much everyones name, and have dope cheese. The owner cruised by while I was there and she was like, I’m selling puppies do you want one. So to sum this up, I bought some cheese, had an amazing meatball sub and played with 9 newborn french bulldogs.

Barnyard Cheese

Tip: the cuban sandwich is crazy and they’re always sold out of it so I guess get there early or something.

Tip: meatballs are home made and doooope.

Tip: side of chipotle mayo no matter what

When to come here: lunch ideally, but not on an inferno like day like yesterday. AC isn’t woke like that. Ideal for picnic situation. Sandwich and cheese, and hit the owners other shop brix around the corner for the wine tho.

Where: 149 Avenue C, New York

Times:  Monday
9:00 am – 8:00 pm
Tuesday
9:00 am – 8:00 pm
Wednesday
9:00 am – 8:00 pm
Thursday
9:00 am – 9:00 pm
Friday
9:00 am – 9:00 pm
Saturday
9:00 am – 9:00 pm
Sunday
9:00 am – 8:00 pm

Phn: (212) 674-2276

  • Shikamaru: *serves dinner that he just cooked for his pregnant wife*
  • Temari: *looking at the bowl* Kenchin-jiru!! (Japanese Vegetable Broth) My favorite! Thanks darling!! Itadakimasu!! *takes her chopsticks and starts eating*
  • Shikamaru: How was your da-
  • Temari: *covering her mouth, nauseous*
  • Shikamaru: Is everything ok?
  • Temari: *trying to hold back her queasiness* Yeah... I'm ok.
  • Shikamaru: It's making you nauseous, isn't it?
  • Temari: *shakes her head no, still covering her mouth*
  • Shikamaru: *sighs* Of course it is. You don't have to pretend, it seems our son doesn't like your favorite dish *takes the dishes back to the kitchen* I'll go get something else *kisses his wife's head softly*
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Penelope Wilton: “Dining room scenes — they can go on a whole day. There can be 22 people sitting ’round the table and everyone has to have re-lighting. The food that’s put in front of you at 8 o’clock in the morning looks quite appetizing. By 8 o’clock in the evening, makes you feel quite nauseous.”

Hugh Bonneville: “I’ve spent something like five months non-stop in the dining room, if you add all the scenes together.”

There really needs to be some socially acceptable way of saying “you smell bad to the point where it’s making me feel nauseous, and I do not judge or resent you for it but I’d greatly appreciate if you’d take a super quick shower, or put on some deodorant, or sit in a more well-ventilated area for the sake of my comfort.”

I’m not sad because of you. No, sadness is not the emotion I feel. Anxiety is what it is. Anxiety. The thought of seeing you makes me so nervous I feel nauseous. What will I do, how will I react, how do I want to act? Not that it matters, because I forget how I want to act as soon as I lock eyes with you. Panic just floods in and I can’t think. But more importantly, I get anxious at how you’ll react. I think that that means I’m still expecting something. That I still have hope. I think that’s sad. I’m not sad, but I’m sad I’m in this position I guess.