i used to have this trading card

Just so you know, you matter a lot

[submission] I’m an animal person. Well, mammals specifically. Worked with them for years and never really *got* keeping reptiles, but I didn’t knock it. I live in one of those big apartment complexes with indoor hallways, and about a week and a half ago I was just chilling, minding my own business. I got up to grab a snack… 15 minutes into netflix and chill I walked by my foyer and a random noodle gave me this look

I….was…a bit taken aback. Reptiles aren’t my thing but I surmised he was A) not venomous and B) probably not from the united states east cost. 

I discovered he was scared but not aggressive and I figured he’d escaped from someone, and since I knew snakes needed to be kept warm I put him in my bra and went to knock on some doors. Nobody knew anything about him and eventually I went back, and looked up reptile rescue centers and the closest one was a hundred miles away. This was on a Sunday and I wouldn’t be able to get him there till Saturday, and I couldn’t just keep him in my bra for a week. I did a google search and came up with your normal rubbermaid and paper towel setup and…it seemed…idk. Reptile person I wasn’t, animal person I WAS and I decided to browse the tungle to see what I could see. 

I found your blog. 

I learned he had stuck shed like crazy, and that there was much more to keeping a snake than $20 worth of stuff from target. I also figured if I was going to shell out to give a temporary home…well…I’d just make it his permanent one. I didn’t have the chance to scour your blog as much as I wanted, since I felt bad for keeping him where he was for so long, but I went to the pet store and set up this

(it’s heated from underneath and 2 temp and humidity monitored) it’s not exactly what I want it to be, but I did what I could with what I had and since then I’ve made a few modifications (bigger water bowl for a start) 

I’ve been all over your blog and your frustration with the people who claim ball pythons are completely sedentary are starting to anger me too, because from what I learned and what I can tell this dude is doing a lot better. 

The fact that there are people who just their snakes nearly immobile and tucked away astounds me. 

(ignore old tape, tank was sanitized and salvaged from apartment recycling room)

He climbs. Sometimes when I stay up I’ll take a peek at his tank and he’ll be all over his bamboo pole or plants or on his hide. 

He choses places to chill other than his hides (that’s a super low powered heat lamp I used to warm up my budgie for spray baths; wondered if he’d like some ‘sun’ on his scales)

He has, thus far, been nothing but an enthusiastic eater.

I went from seeing people collect reptiles like trading cards and thinking that was all there was to it, to being absolutely fascinated by this chill little noodle and loving to see what he’s up to . I went from complete ambivalence to becoming more and more passionate about proper reptile husbandry. 

You don’t have to post this, I just want you to know that for every asshole who should probably stick to those morimo moss balls, you inspire another person to learn everything she can about properly caring for these guys, enriching and monitoring their environment, and trying to make sure they are as healthy and happy as possible. 

You ARE making a difference.

I really dont have any words that describe how i feel, but this is one of the sweetest things anyone has ever sent me. Thank you so much for sharing!!!

TalesFromRetail: "What do you mean, I need ID?!"

On mobile, sorry for any wonky formatting or overzealous autocorrect.

So this one happened a while ago at my video game store. We buy games people are done with, but such a transaction actually falls under my government’s pawn shop laws. To complete the transaction, we need a piece of photo ID - preferably a driver’s license - from someone over the age of eighteen. Now, I’ve seen some people try and get around this in creative ways, from using their government health cards (which we can’t accept, because they’re tied to confidential health information) to student ID cards. When we tell them no, the customer usually is pretty cool about it, and will come back later with proper ID, or mooch some off a friend.

Except for this guy. This happened probably in my second week of working at this store. We’ll call him “TG” for “Trade Guy”. MG is my manager.

TG: “Yeah, I wanna sell these games.”

Me: “Sure. I’ll need some photo ID to complete the transaction.”

TG: “I don’t have any. Can you take the games anyway?”

Because “need” clearly defines something as optional, right?

Me: “No, sir, it’s Canadian law. I need a piece of government-issued photo ID to complete the transaction.”

TG did not like this at all.

TG: “WHAT DO YOU MEAN, I NEED ID?! I DON’T HAVE ANY ID, THAT’S BULLSH!T YOU JUST DON’T KNOW HOW TO DO YOUR JOB. THE MANAGER LETS ME SELL GAMES TO YOU WITHOUT ID ALL THE TIME. I DROVE FORTY-FIVE MINUTES TO GET HERE TO SELL THESE GAMES AND YOU ARE GOING TO TAKE THEM.”

All in one breath. It would have been impressive, had it not been my second week on the job and I wasn’t scared out of my mind. Manager had my back though.

MG: “First of all, don’t talk to my associate that way, or I’ll have you escorted out. Second, it’s the law and she’s doing her job just fine. Third, I’ve never seen you before, and I am the manager. And lastly… if you drove forty-five minutes to get here, how can you not have ID on you? Don’t you need some kind of… I don’t know, a license to operate a motor vehicle?”

TG sputtered for a second, went very quiet, and left the store.

People are weird, man.

Edit: a word.

By: Anthem_of_the_Angels

paperweight — pcy

Originally posted by porkdo-bi

park chanyeol. reader-insert. 5,2k words. fluff/angst. au

—it couldn’t hold onto those letters forever. Neither could he hold onto her.

this one is for Liv @xiuminsm

Dear Chanyeol, 

I’m not quite sure whether to classify you as dumb or cute. Seriously, Park Chanyeol? You sent a ring along with a letter with the words “will you marry me?”and a doodle of yourself kneeling, I can’t believe you!

Oh, and PS: Yes, I will.

Love, ____.


Keep reading

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btob - feel’em wallpaper / lockscreen 

please reblog / like if you are using ♡

another version bc you know i like experimenting things

also if you want to know the reason behind their card number: ilhoon was born in 10.04; eunkwang is jack of all trades he literally can do anything from singing, rapping, dancing, doing variety shows, being an angel, etc; minhyuk is the group’s ace no one can deny this; 6sj no explanation needed; peniel is the 5th member from the age order; hyunsik aka im-eagle aka the king of the group; lee (in korean can also mean 2) changsub

i also have reasons regarding the symbol i chose but it’ll be an essay so i’ll just stop here lmao

If Mike and El were neighbors, imagine one day Mike just randomly writes ‘hi :)’ on a piece of paper, folds it into a paper airplane and tosses it into El’s window (and before you ask, yes this is based on that Disney short, 'Paperman’). So, anyway, this starts off a chain reaction of Mike and El spending hours by their bedroom windows, writing out messages like “how was your day?”, “Did you sleep well?”, “Did you get the new Star Wars trading cards?”, “Do you have any extra Eggos?”, etc. As an added bonus: Mike running out of regular paper and having to use the back of his homework instead, with a side note that reads: 'when you get this, can you send it back because I need to turn it in during math class’.

Episode 91, part 1: SIDE QUEST TO TRAUMA BOAT

So here’s where we get, over less than five minutes, Mai’s entire backstory and the strengths and weaknesses of her entire character. It’s being its own separate post because there are a lot of Thoughts and Feelings and I ended up screencapping like almost every single sentence she said during her relatively-brief flashback. 

Mai grows up in an absolutely slamming pad

10/10 would stage tragic anime backstory here

Because yes, much like EVERY OTHER FUCKING CHARACTER IN THE ENTIRE FUCKING SHOW, Mai is #spoileralert an orphan.

bby </3

UNLIKE many other characters, apparently no one even fucking noticed tho. 

WHAT

WHO ALLOWED THIS TO HAPPEN???

SHE’S FUCKING EIGHT YEARS OLD OR SOME SHIT, GODDAMMIT, I FUCKING KNOW ORPHANAGES EXIST IN THIS GODDAMN WORLD OF YOURS, YU-GI-OH BECAUSE THEY COME UP IN A BIG WAY IN THE KAIBA BROS BACKSTORY

[I came up with some AUs based on this moment of rage that I typed here but then realised this post was already getting really long so I moved them out into their own post!]

jfc even on the scale of Anime Parents Syndrome, seriously, I’m pretty sure in the dub her parents are just, like, fuckin busy and kinda not very engaged, which in an unusual move for the dub, actually makes way MORE sense

ANYWAY

She runs away and joins a cruise-ship!

This is the first thing she says. It wasn’t that she was alone, she’s chaotically surrounded by people. It’s that she didn’t like them, they weren’t good people. Mai sometimes come across as a little amoral and mercenary, but deep down, she’s a good person and she couldn’t make friends with people who were after nothing but cheap thrills and more money. 

I also think it’s interesting she says this right as it pans over one of the other employees: the sexy-bunny (sidebar WHY is that a thing???? rabbits aren’t sexyyyy) waitress. I wonder why she didn’t make friends with the waitresses? Maybe they weren’t particularly nice either, or maybe they saw Mai as a spoilt rich girl with not much in the way of social skills.  

I don’t think she’s slut-shaming the waitress by including her with the “terrible people”. The timing of the shot may actually indicate that Mai includes “people who enforce seXXXy dress codes on underpaid cruise ship waitresses” under “terrible people”. Mai is uncharacteristically covered up on the cruise ship; she’s wearing a long sleeve, high collared shirt that isn’t even particularly tight. I’m stretching here, but I wonder if Mai deliberately forsook her own preferred highly-feminine revealing style of clothes in this environment? She hates these arrogant men who think they can buy access to women’s bodies, she point-blank refuses their propositions and she doesn’t even give them the satisfaction of seeing her in her off-duty tight tops and short skirts. 

She’s unhappy here, but she stays.

She doesn’t name it and I wonder if it’s because she can’t name it. She didn’t really know what it was she was looking for, she just knew something was missing. She felt empty.

And apparently this high-rolling cruise ship casino for ADULTS who are GROWN UP goes in hard for fucking brand-new trading card games…

She talks about the Harpies as though they’re her friends, not just cards. This is not unusual for YGO [coughYugicoiugh] at all [coughJounouchikissedhisRedEyescough] god help us [cougheverythingKaibahaseversaidaboutdragonscough] at all but it does speak to the fact that she didn’t have real friends to compare them to.

But they were more than friends, they became her role models…

They used weapons and armour, she says. She ignores the fact that they also call upon each other and fight as a team. She doesn’t have that option for making herself stronger so she focuses on what she can use, and says “I lived a similar life”.

Alternative clothes!headcanon; she has been dressing conservatively this whole time, that’s why she’s covered up on the cruise ship. But when she sees the Harpies, she decides to empower herself with “weapons and armour” like theirs and starts dressing in corsets and leather jackets, clothes that mimic their armour and give her a feeling of control and power: she chooses her own clothes and she knows she turns heads and distracts men when she’s flaunting herself.

I would be interested to know what the actual Japanese is here. It’s an interesting distinction. She’s saying she internalised this way of living and convinced herself and everyone else of it. She was screaming it - loud and sure, but also distressed. From her soul, so it’s really deeply-felt for her. But inside her heart, even deeper, she was still really unhappy and she felt alone.

She speaks of meeting the nerds like a destined event.

And specifically pulls out Jounouchi, even though early on, they didn’t share more of a bond than she did with Yugi/Yami or with Anzu. I think her fondness for Jounouchi grew and now that she’s looking back, now that she knows he’s particularly special to her, she’s seeing her memories in that light. She didn’t know at the time but now she does.

#thisguy

I think it’s sweet that the moment she chooses to remember is Jounouchi telling some overblown (possibly even false) story. She really like his sense of humour and his larger-than-life personality and this, more than the more obviously Friendship moments, is what she thinks about when she thinks of him.

Although she’s focusing on Jounouchi, she keeps saying “friends”, she’s thinking of the others too.

Personally, I think this section would be better if she was more explicit about that. The writers obviously wanted to focus on the shipping aspect so singled him out, but her relationships with Yami and Anzu especially are also really fun and interesting. I don’t polarship, so I’m biased, but I genuinely think her arc is more interesting as a Learns To Have Friends arc rather than a Will They Won’t They.

Either way

T___________T

But it’s so much more than “lonely”. It’s not like “I’d like someone to talk to”, it’s a deep and hungry emptiness that she’s only halfway through recovering from, just enough that she can guess at the light at the end of the tunnel. She’s much more used to the dark and crushing loneliness than she is to anything else and it’s taking her a long time to take little steps towards something better, Yami Malik swoops in to casually and easily start kicking down her painstakingly half-built sandcastle.

YEAH NO FUCKIN SHIT

Just Wizard101 Things™

- Getting amazing gear! …Just not for the school you’re in.

- Casting attack boosters on yourself for five turns straight only for the enemy to then put up a shield against you.

- Casting an accuracy booster on yourself just to miss your next attack anyway.

- Casting a spell on the wrong enemy and immediately hating life.

- Spending your Training Points on something you’re sure you wanted only to never use it.

- cAT TAILS AND MIST WOOD.

- “WAIT—I DIDN’T MEAN TO SELECT THAT CARD!!!”

- Being pulled off the “safe” sidewalk into a fight with an enemy.

- Being unsure if it’s safe to run out between two enemies to cross the road.

- Not being able to trade all the good gear with friends and having to sell it.

- Just missing out on something you wanted in the Bazaar because someone bought it before you could.

- Quests that make you walk back and forth between two people who are about five feet away from each other.

- Quests that make you realize just how lazy the entirety of the world’s population is (see above).

- Watching attack animations that take 2000 years.

- Overcompensating power-wise and having your attack be so strong that you’re pretty sure the enemy has turned to dust instead of just dying.

- Fish that flee from you even though you did everything right.

- GRINDING ENEMIES FOREVER TO GET THE DROP YOU WANT BECAUSE YOU’RE STUBBORN.

College Witchcraft

College presents its’ own set of challenges for all of us. Aside from the usual hurdles involved with classes and coursework and meeting new people, there’s transplanting your witchcraft to deal with. The three biggest problems in that arena are:

  • Conflicts with roommate(s)
  • Materials like candles, incense, and blades not allowed in dorms
  • Lack of available resources

Fortunately, there are ways of dealing with that.

The first and most important thing is dealing with your roommate. If you know the person beforehand, I strongly urge you to sit down with them and have an open and honest discussion about your beliefs and theirs. Put everyone’s cards on the table and see where you both stand. Hopefully, you’ll be able to come to a consensus. If not, see if you’re able to find another roommate, because that’s a fight you don’t want to have to have in your room.

Now, as to the tools of your trade, there are plenty of substitutions you can make that work just as well, even if they aren’t as much fun to use.

  • Knives/Blades - If it’s a ceremonial blade that you use purely for symbolism, you can make a “knife” with your dominant hand, by holding it up with all four fingers and thumb straight together and rigid. If you’re using it to carve something, pins or toothpicks with do that job. For cutting purposes, substitute a pair of scissors.
  • Incense & Candles - Depending on your roommate’s sensitivity to certain smells, you could get a reed diffuser for scented oil or a plug-in air freshener. For the light of the candles, you can get battery-powered tealights or decorative electric candles or string lights (available as holiday decorations).

Additionally, if your practice includes burnt or scattered offerings, you can put the materials in a bowl and leave them on your altar space from dawn until dusk or vice versa. Then, take the offering and dispose of it, as appropriate, in one of the following ways:

  • Into your room trash or an outdoor trash receptacle (for paper, larger items, or uneaten food)
  • Down the sink drain or toilet (ONLY if liquid or fully water soluble)
  • Scattered on open ground (ONLY if small non-littering particles like herbs)
  • Consume it yourself (if food or drink and safe to do so)

Please keep in mind if you choose to scatter an herb offering, DO NOT scatter salt on grass or in a garden, as it will harm the plants and make the soil alkaline and unable to grow anything.

As for raw materials, you can do witchcraft with just about anything, even down to pencil and paper if need be. If you have a green thumb, see if your window will let you have a couple of potted herb plants on the windowsill. If not, check the supermarket spice aisle for readily available herbs and spices. You can also order herbs and materials online, provided that they don’t conflict with your dorm’s rules. Check back on this blog for more tips on cheap and easy witchcraft.

And remember, my askbox is always open over at breelandwalker if you have questions!

Happy Crafting, College Witches!

His accent 🙈

Nico’s originally from Italy, so I can imagine him having the accent still. Even though he was in the casino for a while, he was still around Bianca a lot, and she would *certainly* have an accent. That means there’s a chance that Nico would retain at least a part of his.

Of course, it’s watered down thanks to living in America for so long. But that said, I believe that it’s there in the rare moments he’s excited and off guard. He’ll start speaking with an adorable Italian accent, his eyes sparkling with energy that he hasn’t had in years. He’ll laugh and not even notice that people would stare.

Or, even better, he’d slip into Italian without even noticing. He’d be in a conversation with someone and get super excited. Then, in the middle of the conversation, would switch languages. He’d be smiling and continue with whatever he was saying, but it would be in Italian. The other person, in response, would either look very confused causing Nico to notice his mistake and grow quiet and embarrassed therefore ruining the moment, or would go along with it.

Imagine:

Will sat under the shade of a tree with Nico. It was a nice, sunny day. There was a breeze, so it was chillier than Will preferred it, but it didn’t seem to bother Nico thanks to his jacket. Will loved being outside, and Nico loved the shadows, so the shade of a tree on a sunny day was the perfect scenario for both boys.

They weren’t doing much at the moment, just sitting in silence and enjoying each other’s company. Nico wasn’t one for talking, but with his hand entwined with Will’s, there was no doubt in the blonde’s mind that the other boy cared.

“Hobbies.” Nico said, seemingly out of the blue.

If Will had been anybody else, he would have thought Nico’s comment was of no value; was something random that could be brushed off. But Will knew better than that. The comment was just part of the game that him and Nico played. Ever since the incident that had brought them together [A/N: see the first chapter of my new Solangelo fic], Nico had actually put somewhat of an effort into who he was.

Mysteriously, he still couldn’t answer the three questions that Will had asked in the beginning.

Will chuckled lightly, squeezing his boyfriend’s hand. “Hobbies… reading, archery, and soccer.”

“Soccer?” Nico questioned, turning his head to look at Will. “You play a sport?”

“Used to.” Will explained to him. “Since becoming a year-rounder here at camp, I haven’t played at all. I kind of miss it.”

Will caught a small glint of curiosity in Nico’s eye, as if he were about to ask another question. He opened his mouth, but it was gone as soon as it came, the question seemingly dying in his throat. He closed his mouth as calmly and as stoically as everything he did.

“Now it’s your turn, Nico.” Will told him expectantly. “Let me here about what you do in your free-time.”

Nico sighed heavily. The stony expression on his face looked strained, as if he were debating a life or death decision. Even though he knew that couldn’t be the case, it made Will’s heart beat just a little quicker with worry.

Nico looked down at the grass, picking at it with his free hand. “I used to be really into Mythomagic.”

“Mythomagic…” Will repeated. That name rung a bell in his mind, but he was having trouble placing where he had heard it. When it struck him, he smiled. “Mythomagic. Isn’t that Trading Card Game? Sort of like Magic: The Gathering?”

“And like Pokémon.” Nico said, sounding tired. “I’ve heard it all, and yes - it is a TCG.”

Will laughed at Nico. “So your a secret dork, huh? You into video games and anime too?”

Nico looked back at the ground again. “Maybe I am, maybe I’m not. Your point is?”

Will shrugged. “I don’t know, but I adore this new secret part of you.”

He meant to be endearing, but Nico looked just as upset and embarrassed as he always did when Will started to pry. Why Nico had let Will get anything out of him if it made him feel so bad, the blonde medic would never know. But he *did* know that he had to make Nico feel better, even though he had been the one to start the conversation about hobbies.

“Tell me more about it.” Will told him. Nico looked up at him, confused. “Mythomagic, that is. I know of it, but I don’t know much about it. Could you please explain it to me?”

Nico obliged. He tentatively began to explain the rules of the game. Will followed along, although it started getting a bit complicated. Nico kept looking up at him, then back at the ground as he talked. He seemed almost frightened to be discussing it.

Then, something amazing happened.

When he was done explaining the rules, he branched off. His voice was a couple pitches higher and he let go off Will’s hand. Normally, that would have been a bad sign. Nico receding back into himself was a silent warning sign his boyfriend would give him. But this time, he released Will’s hand to be able to talk with his hands.

His arms were flying just as fast as his words. Will had never heard Nico say something that hadn’t been thought through. This was a new sight. There was a sparkle in Nico’s eye that Will had never seen there before. A smile graced the boy’s face, and his voice reverberated with energy.

He began recounting stories and experiences of the game, laughing as he did so. Will had never heard anything as carefree and beautiful as Nico’s laugh. The pale boy talked about the game like Nico never talked about anything: with child-like excitement. It was free, and it was fun.

And as he spoke, Will heard Nico’s voice take on a slight change. Slowly but surely, an Italian accent overtook his words. It was adorable and innocent, the latter having never been a word to use with Nico. He looked at home, with the sunny day and Italian accent, as if the casino had never took home from him.

And then he completely lost Will. Nico’s words came out completely in Italian, and the boy didn’t even seem to notice. He just kept talking as if he were still speaking basic English. His eyes sparkled even more when he changed languages. Now, Nico seemed truly at home. He seemed truly comfortable; he looked comfortable in a way that Will knew he would never be able to make him.

Even though Will had no idea what Nico was saying, he didn’t interrupt. He simply enjoyed seeing his boyfriend so uncharacteristically happy. He let Nico have his moment of happiness and freedom. He seemed to be enjoying himself so much, Will wouldn’t dare interrupt him to break it to him. He was too cute and too happy.

Will was pretty sure he loved Nico even more after that afternoon.

Little surprises

Fluffy smut

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Y/N POV

“Hey, I’m home.” I heard Jimin as he entered our shared home. 

We had been living together for six months, we had been in relationship for two years that time. He was back from the tour he seemed  extremely exhausted. I couldn’t blame him, the flight itself was exhausting and they had to perform in almost every single country in South America.

I was sitting on the couch and turned around to see him. He dropped all his stuff and I stood up and we both ran into each other. Yes, I forgot. I needed to avoid movements like this. I pressed myself into him and hugged him which he returned without thinking.

“I missed you.”

“I missed you, too.” He smiled. “Do you have any plan for today?”

“My plan for today is cuddling with you and telling how lucky I am to have you as my boyfriend. But except for that no, I didn’t plan anything.”

“Great. That’s what I wanted to hear.” He laughed and started to pempering me with kisses on my face.”I want to take you out for a dinner. To express my gratitude towards you, how amazing you are, you handle me like a pro.”

“That means I can choose the restaurant?” I giggled.

“Yes. You can.”

“How about our first date’s place?”

“Our minds are really connected.” 


We arrived hand in hand. I was nervous as hell when I knew I had to break the news for him. After he left, I felt sick and threw up a lot. Then I went to the doctor who told me I was expecting. 

I had known I was pregnant for a week. I cried a lot, I didn’t know how would he feel about it. We weren’t too young - we were both adults with promising carrers. He was a busy idol, I was a busy fashion designer. Did he really want the new life which was growing in my body? I had to tell - even if he rejected us, I would raise the baby up.

The waitress came to our desks and she was really into Jimin, I could see it. Jimin didn’t really care about though. We ordered the same, that restaurant was indeed our favourite place to eat.

“Well… she was really admiring your handsome face, she forgot me being here.” I rolled my eyes.

“Well, it was a weak attempt to seduce me when I have the most beautiful girl in the world.” He said kissing my knuckles affectionately.

“You are so cheesy.”

“I never lie.”

We smiled at each other butI couldn’t hide the nervousness, He was my other half, he recognized the uneasiness around me. His eyes burnt into mine, trying to find the supposedly cause of my unusual behavior.

“What’s wrong baby?”

“I have to tell you something. It will be hard to accept but…”

“You can tell me anything, And to prove it, to make you in better mood, I want to do something for you, baby.”

I couldn’t process his words when I saw him kneeling down and pulling out of a little box. My eyes widened, surely I didn’t see that coming. Park Jimin on his knees smiling at me with box in his hand.

“L/N Y/N. You are the only one I want. We have been together for such a long time. I treasure every single day we spend together. I know we both are busy, especially me… but I love you more than anything, I want you to grow old with me, to be the the mother of my children. I love you. Will you marry me?” He asked me for my hand romantically and opened the box to reveal a beautiful diamond ring.

I started crying, I felt better and less stressed about his reaction.

“Yes.” I said and leaned down to kiss him passionately. He responded right away after he pulled away the whole restaurant cheered, he put ring on my proper finger.

“So…Jagi, can you tell me what is bothering you?”

“Jimin…I’m pregnant.” 

His face was shocked, his mouth dropped open.

“Repeat it, please.” 

“I’m pregnant. You’re gonna be a father.”

Now it was his turn to tear up. He rarely cried but when he did, he did it for a reason.

“Y/N…thank you. You are amazing.” I caressed his cheek, just like he did to me earlier.

“No, I should say thank you, you are the sweetest person alive.”

“When we will be at home, I will surely show you my gratitude.” He whispered to me.


He kissed me hungrily and pinned me to the bed, he didn’t waste time and started to kiss down on my neck. He knew how much I liked - it had always turned me on, I couldn’t hide my moan, I didn’t want to deny how much he was pleasuring me. I was really fond of his plump, kissable lips. 

“I could listen the sounds you make forever.” He whispered in my ear.

He had already taken off all of my clothes and I had removed every kind of fabric from him.

He looked at me with adoration as he started to rubbing my clit.

“Tonight, it’s your night, baby.” He said and gave me a short kiss. “God, you are so wet.”

When I felt one of his fingers entering me, I bit down on his shoulder. He pumped in and out - then added a second and later a third.  

“Cum for me, Y/N.” He said in a husky voice and I indeed couldn’t hold it back.

He licked his fingers seductively and winked at me.

“As sweet as I remembered. Are you ready?”

I nodded and he entered me, I felt I was in heaven. Our bodies becoming one, hearing his soft noises, looking into his eyes - it felt amazing and I wouldn’t have trade this sensation to anything.

“You are so tight, damn.” He grunted and got deeper and deeper in me. 

“You can move, baby.” I encouraged him and he started thrusting in a slow pace. He filled me up completely in the familiar part of me and he put his forehead on me.

“I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you, too but please go faster.” I chuckled and he laughed. I loved our relationship - there wasn’t any awkward things between us, our cards were open.

Jimin obeyed and picked up his pace, the pleasure was so intense, I could see stars in the room, I knew I was close. I scratched his back but instead he put my hands away to intertwine our fingers.

“I-I…”

“Me too, baby.” He answered panting heavily.

Not even in a minute, we both came.


After cleaning ourselves up, we were laying in bed, my head resting on his strong chest.

“I’m so happy with you. I can’t believe I am going to marry my best friend, my love of my life and now…the mother of my child. How can I be so lucky?”

I pecked his lips softly before replying. “I was thinking about the same thing. I am going to marry my best friend, my love of my life and now..the father of my child. Can anyone tell me how can I be so lucky?”


(A/N: sorry guys I write everything using “I” because I really think sentences like “you watched him bla bla bla” are so unnaturalistic for me, sorry. )

I was so outraged today. Someone broke an hourglass and instead of letting someone know, they left it on a low shelf behind our customer service desk partially hidden by products. A family with small children came over to use the coin exchange machine, and the smallest child (about 3 years old) walked straight over to it and grabbed the broken glass (it had metallic paint so it was shiny and attractive to a small child) he cut his hand pretty badly and I was so upset for this poor kid. What malfunction must a person have that they break a product and then leave the remains somewhere that a small child could definitely reach?! It was so despicable. (Did I mention that it was by the trading cards and blind bags of toys?)

So. I thought of a cool idea for sigils. I don’t like to destroy my sigils to activate them. I generally use a crystal or my energy to charge it and let it work. Once I am done, I sit a white tea light on it to cleanse the sigil for reuse.
That being said, I plan to make a card deck out of sigils. I will have the sigil, the name of it and/or its purpose, and the name of who created it. When I am doing spell work I can whip out my trading cards and throw a few out to use in turn with each other. Like a protection sigil with a cleansing sigil, a defensive magic sigil with and offensive magic sigil, etc.

I don’t know if anyone has already thought of this idea. Probably have, but I’m throwing my thought out there, too.

Day Sixty-Three

-I asked a woman if she had the store’s payment card. She told me that she did not, but that she had just talked to someone for fifteen minutes. I do not see the connection but I am deeply proud of her nonetheless.

-In an attempt to make me uncomfortable, a man slammed a box of tampons on the counter and informed me that he would be buying them. Unfortunately for him, I have a level of maturity higher than a seven year-old, so it did not faze me at all. I picked it up, scanned it, bagged it, and gave him his total before he could stop snickering over the word tampon long enough to realize his plan had failed him. 

-Since entering the month of December I have noticed scores of older, chubby, bearded men come out of the woodwork and scour the store. Where have they all been hiding until this month? More importantly, who will emerge from the inevitable brawl as Santa Supreme?

-I found an opened twelve-pack of paper towels left on the ground with one roll missing. My biggest question is why the individual at fault opted to crack open the value pack rather than simply pick up one of the single rolls that were available on the same shelf, but I suppose desperate paper towel emergencies call for desperate paper towel measures.

-As a child was approaching the checkout lane, he told his mother to wait for a moment and made a dash to the trading card wall. He promptly dropped to his stomach in an army crawl and began surreptitiously pushing aside boxes. He pulled out a large toy that did not belong there and ran back to his mother. I have no idea how long he has been using this hidden cache to reserve his secret stash of toys, but I do know that this boy is going to make it big as a master thief. 

2

“Hello there! Welcome to the world of pokémon! My name is Oak! People call me the pokémon Prof! This world is inhabited by creatures called pokémon! For some people, pokémon are pets. Others use them for fights. Myself…I study pokémon as a profession.” -Professor Oak

Today is your first day of Pokémon. I’m going to be your guide. Kitten’s the name, and I’m a trainer by trade! It’s great having you join us Trainer! I can’t wait to see what your journey in the Pokemon world will show you!!

Card 1-What will I learn on my Journey?

Card 2- What lessons do I need to take with me?

Card 3- What should I leave behind?

Post a picture and tag it as: #pokemondivination or #pdc!

Fencing Valentine's Day Lines

Warning: These are insanely stupid and I’m totally going to hell for half of these

•I hope no one foils your Valentine’s Day

•I’d like to saber this Valentine’s Day with you

•I’d like to see your flèche (yes I got nothing that has epee in it)

•I’d like to touch you on and off the strip

•I really know how to use my fingers (too much?)

•I’d really like to hook up with you, both ways

•I may be a A ranked fencer, but I’m an R rated lover

•I could hit you with my saber but I’m looking to score off target 😉

•What does epee and our date tonight have in common? You can put it wherever you want

•I’ll trade you a touch for a touch 😘

•You’re parry important to me

•Babe you’re like Leon Paul, everyone wants you

• Not even my fencing equipment can protect me from falling for you

•Our love is like a red card, I’m always gonna get a touch

•Babe our relationship is like Leon Paul, you look nice as fuck, but you’re expansive as sh*t!

•You can’t disengage around my love

•My sex life is just like an old foil, it’s just a little rusty

•I bet you’re as good down on your knees on strip as you are off strip

•You look beautiful wearing white, going up the strip, but how would you like to wear white going down the isle?

•Your love is like a mask clip, it’s always flying away!

•Babe you’re like a nice pair of knickers, I could see myself in you

•Love, we’re like a body cord and a reel, were connected

•I bet your yell is even better off strip

•Babe you don’t need to wear protection it’s not like fencing, I won’t hit your head, but I’ll definitely give you some (too much?)

•Tonight will be like point of line, you advancing all over my sword

•Our sex life is like a cross-step, you just came right into me (yea ok that was too much my bad)

•Babe you’re like a parry repost. You’re the priority

•Our sex life is like a fencer who flicks, half the time it’s gonna get on my chest, but once and a while if you’re lucky, you’ll get it on my back (ok these are getting too inappropriate…..my bad)

•If you like the bruises you get from my blade than I can give you a bunch more with something else

anonymous asked:

What do you usually do when freestyling?

depends where I am if I’m at a:

  • Bar- I order good size drink nothing big but not a shot something that I can sip (i like cosmos/kamikazes) while looking around (I’ll get into this next)
  • Hotel- I’ll go to a fancy expensive hotel sit in the lobby make a phone call pretend I got stood up (like I would at the bar) a guy comes over asks what’s wrong tell him that someone blew me off trade info etc.
  • Shopping- I use this one a lot I’ll usually go into an upscale store probably a men’s or unisex store checkout ties suits watches the whole shebang if all goes right a guy approaches me asks if I need help or if I’m shopping for someone I say yeah give him my business card (personal shopper) He knows I have a job and that my time is valuable and will probably want to hire me this is my favorite because I literally get paid to go shopping and do it all over again lol
My Museum Tales part 1

(Part 2)

People get angry when you don’t know everything about everything in the museum. “What year did this random event that has nothing to do with the exhibit happen? Why don’t you know? You should know!”

Guest: “What mileage does this car get?” Points at a car made in 1902. 
Me: “I have no idea but probably not a lot?” How the fuck should I know?

Guest: “What are the odds of you letting me sit in that DeLorean?”
Me: “0 to -100.”
Guest: “Why not?” 
Me: “Cause you could damage it. Only the curators and specialists are allowed to touch the artifacts. That car is an artifact.”
Guest: *Surprised* “Oh.”

Guest asks me what sort of food the dining room sells. I am confused. We have no dining room in the museum. Guest points at the the map. He’s pointing at the dining room of the 1900s Mansion (the museum I work at has two mansions on the property). I have to tell him that that room isn’t a place to eat. It was the dining room for the family that used to live in the Mansion. He is still confused. Nothing I say helps.

Coming back from break to hear my relief hang up the help phone (which is connected to the parking) lot say, “The system isn’t broken, your brain is broken” in such a defeated voice.

Executive staff: “Can you put our events on other organization’s online calendars when you have a free moment?” 
No? Cause that’s not how the internet works. Its not possible unless they have a public calendar.

The most common question we get: “Where are the dinosaurs?”
Across the street at the NATURAL HISTORY MUSEUM! It’s the building with all the dinosaur topiaries, the stegosaurus statue out front, and the dinosaurs painted all over the parking garage.

Came across a woman changing her babies diaper on the floor of the kids play room. A) GROSS! B)There’s a restroom with a changing table around the corner.

Me: “I’m sorry sir you can park there. It’s a fire lane.”
Guest: “I’m not parked.”
Me: *looks at the guest who is no longer in their car and already in the building.The car has been there for at least 15 mins.* 
Me: Are you going straight back to your car then?
Guest: No I’m here to visit the museum
Me: *looks at the camera like I’m on the office* At what point does a car become “parked”

The time a catered event tried to have Cherries Jubilee, a dessert which requires it to be SET ON FIRE. The cooks didn’t understand why they couldn’t make it after we explained that it’s dangerous for the artifacts and it would set the fire alarms off. They light it up anyway. Fire alarm went off. Building had to be evacuated.

Radio Conversation:
Me: Are we selling tickets at the door for tonight’s event and what methods of payment are accepted? 
Employee 2: Yes and cash. Credit card. Check.
Employee 3: Wampum
Employee 2: Barter and trade 

That time my boss called and said she was looking for someone creative to help her come up with an idea for centerpieces for big annual fundraising event that night because it completely slipped her mind. The event was that night! She asked if I could come up with something cheap and quick to make but also looks nice. Using random art supplies and things we have lying around  the storage rooms, I came up with some flower vase with photos around it type of thing (looked better than this sounds). Took all day but I made seven centerpieces out of nothing .

Guest: “Why are you only open on Wednesday?”
Me: “We’re not?”

Guest: “Aren’t you always free on Saturdays?”
Me: “No?”

Guest: “How far of a drive is it to the Mansion”
They were standing in the Mansion….

Guest: “What’s the Hay House?”
Me: “……It’s a house? Belonging to the Hay family? That you can tour?”

Guest comes in and reads the sign with our admission prices listed.
Guest: “So these are the suggested prices?”
Me: “No ma’am. The are THE prices. They’re not suggestions”
Guest: “No these are the suggested prices.”
Me: “….No. These are the prices. If you’d like to see the museum you have to pay the appropriate admission price.”
Guest: “So these are the suggested prices then.”
Me: “NO. You HAVE to pay the admission we have listed here or you can’t come in. They are not suggestions.”
She left.

Local police called us to say that people are walking through some dog poop and were spreading it all over the sidewalk by our museum. She wanted us to go powerwash the sidewalk. The sidewalk is city property not the museums. Its’ technically not our job to do that. She got furious when we said we couldn’t do it and they actually came over and yelled. Our boss had to tell her no. Eventually the head of security went out to look and said there was no poop anywhere so he didn’t know what their problem was anyway.

People ask to see objects or exhibits we haven’t had in 40 years or that we have never had period and get angry when I tell them they’re either aren’t here or are no longer on display. The most common ones are:
“Where’s the Fabergé egg?” (never had one in the museum ever)
“Where’s the mummy?”  (we are not a natural history museum nor do we have anything to do with egypt)
“Where are the dollhouses?”   (the dollhouses were on exhibit 35 years ago)
“Where are the dinosaurs?”   (again. not a natural history museum)

Guy complained because when he went to our living history site (an old farm) and his newly washed car got dirty, the walk was “dangerous” because it was not paved, there were a lot of people and no exhibits. ……..It’s a farm. Of course it’s dirty and you walked on grass. And there were tons of people because you attended one of the biggest events of the year there. And the exhibits are the buildings and trades you see. What did you expect?

Guest: “The carousel isn’t moving, is it open?”
Me: “Yes it’s open.” It’s not moving because no one is there to ride it right now. It’s not always moving. Be kind of hard for new riders to get on.

The employees had a training session for customer service and one of the sections was on service animals. Once the speaker told us a miniature pony could be a service animal we all latched onto it and could stop talking about how much we’d love to have a pony in the building. This went on for days after the training session ended.

Guest comes up to me and tells me that a couple of the women’s stalls are “quite nasty”. I go and tell my boss and the head of maintenance. HofM comes out of the restroom and says, “Why did you make me do that?! Who does that to a toilet!” Turns out someone ahem…missed. I refused to “investigate” for myself. Later he walked by my desk again, said “apparently someone doesn’t know how to use the bathroom correctly”, shuddered and left. 

Guest once spent 10 minutes telling me about his toothache

The joke every elderly man tells when they buy admission: “I’d like one child ticket please!”  [insert fake laugh here]

Guest: “I’d like to renew my membership.” 
Me: “Awesome! Just fill out this form and what level are you renewing?” 
Guest: “Idk can you look it up?” 
Me: “Well it depends on how long ago you had your membership” 
Guest: “Let me look on my old card” 
The membership cards tell you what the level is. 

The many children who run under the barriers, climb into the antique cars, and move the steering wheel like it’s a toy as the parents watch and take photos. 

The grown adults who reach over the barriers and touch the tires or honk the horns. HONK THE HORNS! The whole museum can literally hear you doing that. It’s a car horn!!!

One of the brides who rented the Mansion garden for her wedding wanted to bring a live horse into the museum so she could ride it out after the ceremony. 

Questions asked by drunk people on the carousel: “Which horse is fastest?”, “Can you make it go backwards?”, *reaches out into my booth* “Let me use the microphone”, “Can you make it go faster?”

I once had to kick a guest out of the carousel pavillion during a party because she was so drunk she couldn’t walk a straight line, lost her shoes, and was spitting on the floor. Guess who had to clean up her saliva…

Each admission has a brick hidden somewhere under it. We call it a “Security Brick”

Birds get inside the museum all the time. We now have a club for anyone who manages to catch one. I’ve caught one myself. It’s always fun watching newbies freak out when another one comes in. I want to get shirts made.

One client who rented the museum was so offended by the “naked” cherubs on the carousel that we had to figure out a way to cover up their “boobs”. We draped rainbow scarves over them.

Here’s to all the wonderful guests who have given me some interesting conversations, hugs, thank you’s, patience, and the opportunities to leave my admission desk and give them short tours full of enthusiasm. I treasure those moments

All tea B.A.P in NYC

Hey I’m going to try to make this as short as possible and will omit real names for privacy purposes. Myself I will call Twix and my sister Skittles. Friday after work and school we decided to meet up to line up early for a spot for B.A.P since we had P 1 tickets. We were ready to go and packed a suitcase, snacks, and a tent while we headed to the venue Terminal 5. I had scouted a day before and knew we would be near the water so wanted to be prepared for the chilly winds. Most people on Facebook said they would start lining up around 12-1 in the morning so we took an Uber and got there around 11:20pm. We were so shocked when we saw that a line had already formed. Some people that were P 2 and P 3 had got there early Friday morning—talk about dedication. We were still in pretty good standing since there were about 14 people in line. We decided to set up shop and put up the tent, but the thing was we had never set up one before. Luckily there was a former Girl Scout in the group ahead of us that started to help. As we were clearly struggling trying to put up the tent, Almond Joy comes out of nowhere, and sets up the tent with us. Low key I just thought she wanted in on the tent because it was so cold; but, after we invited her in she politely declined and went back to laying under her blankets. There was an event going on at the venue and around midnight security comes out to tell us to disperse and we can’t stay there. They give us red tickets and tell us to come back in the morning. People converse for a little bit and post on the B.A.P NYC facebook for people not to line up until 9:30 am because of the special tickets.

After a few hours of sleep we decide to head back to terminal 5 dressed to the nines with our sleeping bags and blankets. Almond Joy arrives at the same time and we go find our spots next to the other red ticket holders. Everyone starts to make small talk about biases, dramas, and the big 3 while trying to keep warm but it’s so brick outside. My sister finds a kindred spirit in a baby we will call Jolly Ranchers and they are so cute with each other. Next to us is another duo with a crazy girl with a big personality named Sweet Tarts, and her bubbly bestie Twizzlers. Near the front of the line by the entrance this petite girl starts screaming “ Stop It Just Stop It”. It was loud and she starts spazzing out saying people are skipping the line. She argues that it’s not fair because she has been there all morning lined up since 3:00 am and how people have been freezing in the cold and it’s not fair about the red tickets. She is pissed and storms off to join the line with her banners. At about 9:30 am security comes out and moves the line closer to the venue and separates the red tickets holders from the regular ticket holders and directs us to the other side of Terminal 5 where we wait behind barriers. We take turns going to the bathroom and some people go to change or pick up some food—those chicken nuggets though delish! Another member of our crew Kit Kat bust out the card games which include the classic Uno and Cards against Humanity which is so hilarious. During this time the event staff were checking the lines and handing out wristbands for hi touch . We were later joined by my sisters friend named ChocoPie who actually came with plenty of snacks including Poki Sticks with ChocoPies and put the rest of our stuff in her car for storage.


We go off to the nearest deli to charge up all our devices and come back just in time to get our photo op packages and wristbands. The packages are totally random and I ask people what they got and most got Daehyun. I look at mine and initially I thought I received a signed album from Jongup but the group ahead of us told me it was Yongguk. I didn’t even have a chance because Skittles pounced on me lol. I traded her signed album for Daehyun and my Zelo cards I traded with someone else. Closer to the time of the concert people started getting hyped up and there’s press going around asking questions about the group and the fandom. You have people dancing, rapping, and singing. Our group the Velvet Rope (inside joke) is doing the most—you have Sweet Tarts and Chocopie busting out lyrics for Wake Me Up, Jolly Ranchers on the side with Kit Kat cracking up, Twizzlers is freaking us out with her trivia skills like how do you know what stuff animals everybody sleeps with lol all and all the interview was funny af. There’s these cute korean girls in front of us that start talking to ChocoPie that just so happen to know the same people. One of the girls actually has the same name as Jolly Ranchers so we’ll call her Juicy Fruit. Fast forward to it’s time to go into the venue and there’s this commotion near the front of the line. Apparently a lot of people in the front did not have the red tickets because security told them otherwise. Also there were not P 1 but were P 2 and P 3 anyway the guy in charge came and sorted everything out and they were allowed to stay on the line. Sweet tarts crazy self makes a last minute dash to a bathroom nearby and comes back right on time before we start heading in.

We make a mad dash to inside after getting our bags checked but barricade is gone ~ le sigh, but we still get pretty close. Our group is on the right side of the stage. The korean girls with ChocoPie are on my left and on my right is Kit Kat with the rest of the group. Everybody started coming in at once filling all the space around us in no time. The concert didn’t even start yet and on my back I could feel this girl super close and was laughing with her friend. I know that in the pit it gets crazy and packed. In my head I’m thinking to myself does she not feel my butt on her or does she not even care. So I’m listening to them and there’s three of them. One on my left had bright fire engine red hair, the one on my butt kind of reminds of Hyme from Rania, and there was another shorter girl to my right but behind Kit Kat. She tells the one in the middle I’m not staying here. Music comes and they start playing some old school 80′s or 90′s songs, like songs you would hear in karaoke. Everybody start singing Sweet Dreams by the Eurythimics. All of a sudden the lights dim, the countdown starts, and the babyz start chanting B.A.P. the dj comes out and starts mixing.  As soon as they came out we started screaming and everybody went nuts! I have to say that our group well the whole section was lit! There was so much energy yo it was crazy and I really didn’t that would enjoy it like I did here! One thing was that the girls behind us kept pushing us non stop and I turned to see who it was and it was the girl from before that was spazzing out let’s call her blowpop because she was acting up lol. She pushed KitKat and elbowed me in the sides. Her friend pushed Juicy Fruit but she locked arms with me and told me not to let go of her hand it was real in the pit omg like so bad. After blowpop knew she couldn’t push past us she bumrushed Jolly Ranchers but it did not work. The whole concert blowpop was like a little angry dog with the pushing it was pretty brutal. After awhile eventually the red headed friend stopped but blowpop never did until the very end. I’m trying to upload videos to this but yeah it’s a no go I think my files are too big or something I don’t know. I can talk about the interactions that we had. I came for Daehyun he is my bias but the maknaes came for me at this concert. Jongup is so fine like I couldn’t stop looking at him like what where did you come from? When I tell you he’s a bias wrecker that’s an understatement. He was all over the place pop locking and grinding all in your face lmao and gets an automatic invite to the cookout. He was looking at Kit Kat and she has the receipts. Youngjae was caught staring at her too. Mmh okay. Jolly Ranchers told me that she was dancing and just happened to look up to see Jongup staring at her like what and talking to Yongguk about it O_O he was definitely feeling the black girls that night I’ll say that. Blowpop was such a hater. That girl is straight crazy. Jolly Ranchers was so surprised that he was looking at her because she was so quiet and Blow Pop was screaming her head off. She told me everytime he came over to our side she kept elbowing her and Blowpop would try to mess up her videos when Zelo was in front of her. Yo that is so not cool. Jolly Ranchers got so mad at her she knocked the phone out her hand.  Zelo was another dark horse that I was not expecting to go all out for the concert. If Jongup is invited to the cookout he sure is bringing Zelo with him because that boy was not playing. He has such great stage presence and was so cute the whole night and was interacting with us the whole night I see you over there Zelo <3 It was so cute hearing him sing for his solo and I love his little dance he did with this giraffe headband on his head again I would upload the video but yeah. He fell down and was like I’m so tired of his dancing he was so cute. Coming for me?

I’m starting to get sleepy so I’m going to try to wrap this up real quick. Dae dae killed me with his vocals I was like liquid. In general all the songs were good but the songs that I could listen to were Fermata, I need You, Body & Soul I was done. Not to say that I didn’t like the upbeat songs like That’s My Jam, Bang x2, Spy, etc it’s just I love how they arranged those all together. Feel so good was great too. Youngjae solo was good too and I was surprised that he danced in the very beginning. Gukkie was a shy little turtle on our side and reminded me of a painting artist, or recluse and he was so happy I was just like awww. Skittles was losing her mind over how good he looked especially with the white shirt. Jongup solo was so damn sexy. The end. Himchan was so cool and I love how he interacted with people. Lisa the girl he picked was so cute and shy. I think when they did the love shot she just about died. He also got a real kick out of the pink sign someone made for him. I was so mad at him with that damn watergun. He would low key try to squirt you if you had your phone out. Skittles ducked out of the water and he laughed. He caught me I was too thru and ChocoPie started screaming at him playfully informally lol. Near the end of the concert people thought it was over but they came back out and people lost their minds again bad thing nobody wanted to leave because they thought it still wasn’t over lol. Hi touch was right after and the line was ridiculously long but what I didn’t like was how they was rushing people and screaming hurry up. KitKat told me that her, Jolly Ranchers, Sweet Tarts and Twizzlers had a plan.They rolled up to the table saying “ Ayeeee” with Youngjae and Zelo was like “ Ayeeeee”. There were some technical difficulties at the the table lol I’m not obligated to say what exactly lol but it gave Kit Kat a chance to have a moment with Youngae. For my high touch I made a mistake but it kind of helped me out a little bit in the end. I had my phone out in my hand not even paying attention really and I’m on my way walking to the table when the security screamed go back no phones no phones you will not be able to take a picture so I had to double back and put my phone in my pocket in the mean time two girls went in front of me flying by me. I almost missed Youngjae because he was the first one so I did a quick tap and hi with him and Zelo, but I had to slow down for Daehyun and held his hand told him I loved him all the while the lady is screaming at me to hurry up like excuse me lol and Jongup is laughing because I’m holding up the line XD  no fucks were given I don’t remember Himchan too much after hi five because I was being rushed and Gukkie had the biggest smile on his face when I hi touched. I almost left by mistake because you had to make a left to go back into the main hall. They grouped you by 10 with me and Skittles being on the end. We got lucky because I was the only one that wanted to take a picture with Daehyun and Skittles wanted Yongguk. I didn’t go when I was suppose to because it was suppose to be 5 at a time and I was number 6 but I did the numbers in my head. I noticed that 5 would stand in front and the others would kneel. I didn’t want to be on my knees so I just kept walking and just in time because I guess the girls didn’t figure out what was happening. The other four weren’t walking up either. So I stood right in front of Daehyun turned around and he started smiling, I didn’t know what to do so I gave him another hi five and then I waved to Jongup and the rest. Then we took two quick pictures and I said bye to him my heart. I was so high after that. It was so good I didn’t even care about the picture honestly. truly. It was all about the interactions and talking to them. The night was filled with so much drama but would I do it again? Yes in a heartbeat.