i worked hard for this drink

Pvt Milliard was killed in action in Farah, Afghanistan in 2013. I was the last medic to work on him before he was declared dead. He died of blood loss due to massive internal bleeding. When he first got to us, he was unresponsive, but somehow breathing. The surgeons immediately set to work on him, trying to stabilize him while myself and another medic worked on one of his buddies who had sustained minor injuries from a secondary blast. After the most difficult IV stick of my life, I went to help out with Pvt Milliard. Myself and a surgeon gave him a thoracotomy in order to do a cardiac massage to restore blood circulation by manually pumping his hard with our hands. He died with his heart literally in my hands. He was 18 years old. Every time I have a drink, I dedicate one to him. Rest easy, brother. I’ll see you in Valhalla someday.

TalesFromYourServer: I'm over today. And maybe over serving, too.

So a little backstory. I’ve been at my restaurant for 2.5 years now and have worked every possible FOH position we have. Lately, I’ve been bartending/bar backing. We also have two other bartenders that I usually work under depending on the day. M, is our female bartender, who also doubles as our manager- hard ass, strict, but organized. B, is our male bartender- friendly with customers, makes his own creations for regulars, bends the rules. I like working with both. But they’re polar opposites.

So tonight, I was bar backing for M. And we had the rudest bitch ever..

Two ladies walk in 2 minutes before Happy Hour is over. No big deal, it happens all the time. M drops off a single menu to their table and grabs the drink order. She comes back, tells me to pour a sangria, drop the drink off, and take their order. Okay, cool.

“Here’s that sangria for ya.” As soon as I set it on the table, the rude bitch tells her friend. “Ugh they didn’t even fill my glass…” I ignore it and take the other ladies food order. While her friend is still speaking, rude bitch interrupts and says “WHY isn’t my glass full.” I apologize and say it’s our standard six ounce pour for HH. “No it’s not. It should be here.” And she proceeds to point an inch higher on the wine glass. I’m thinking, well damn, do you want more ice in it? Cause that’s how you’ll get your extra inch… I apologize again and she says “I hate all these damn new people.” Ummmm.. hi, I’ve been here 5 days a week for the past 2.5 years, and M has been here for 6 years. So… what is this lady talking about? (Maybe she’s always there when B works and he over pours for her, or puts in more ice, but that’s our sangria.) Oh, well. Let’s just keep trekking through this order..

Rude bitch then snatches the menu out of her friends hand and says “That fucking bitch only gave us one menu too.” I’m like What. The. Fuck. This bitch needs to go. At this point I want to ask her to leave, but it’s not my call. She says to put in her friends order now because she doesn’t know what she wants yet.. because “there’s only one damn menu for us!”

I just can’t believe this lady called my bartender a fucking bitch to my face like it was nothing…

Long story, short… I let M know what just happened, and M refused to kick them out. And I got in trouble for saying to M “well if they give me attitude again, I’m gonna give it back.” Like, how am I gonna stand there and let this bitch talk to me like that… talk about M like that… all with a smile on my face like I’m happy to serve her..

I get it, that maybe our other bartender B over pours for this bitch and maybe he splits their check up for them even though it’s our policy not to… but come on. I’ve never felt so embarrassed and frustrated.. and to have management not even back me up? I’m so over this.

By: justjooxie

Do you see that? Looks like a joke image, right? Well, it isn’t.

This happens in Venezuela. It looks like nobody knows how is our crisis, because I’ve talked with a lot of people (Americans, French, Canadian and even Mexican people) who really don’t know what is happening.

I’ll explain the imagen.

In Venezuela, we haven’t medicines, even in the hospitals. This is because a patient with hypoglycemia is being attended in this way, because the hospital don’t have dextrose for the people. This is happening in Caracas, Venezuela’s capital. But not only in Caracas, is confirmed that in Maracaibo too, and who know where too.

Another cases:

“I take prednisone for animals because I can’t found it anywhere and it helps me, isn’t logic, but our health can’t wait”

“Confirmed, I’m medic performing in so many decadency. We even’t have privates places for dextrose for decompensated diabetics and believe me I could write for hours about so many that I’ve lived in the middle of this catastrophic crisis, where personally I’ve take with me a hurted pacient behind of a 350 because we haven’t ambulances, where we haven’t gloves for protect ourselves and a lot of  things like that, this is the reality…. It must be give “ORALLY” because the drink is rich in glucose (Sugar) for these pacients this imagen showes [She means the soda imagen] how is conected to a micromanager where it doesn’t looks very good… But it’s valid by an OROGASTRIC probe. As a heroic way, becase like we know “It’s incorrect”.


I even can give my own testomony. My mom is sick, and she must work everyday, I can’t help her because my leg is broken, and my brother must help his own family. She’s in pain everyday, and the money is too hard to found. If there’s money, but there’s no medicine. And, if there’s medicine, there’s no money, because all the treatments are very expensive, like everything, for our inflation on the 1600%.


Please, help us.

Some Quotes From my Art History Professor:
  • “Caravaggio was the BEST renaissance painter, because he knew his shit.  Literally.  Look at this painting, he’s painted shit on everything, even Saint Peter!”
  • “For those of you fortunate enough to Not grow up catholic, a baptism is where you mist a baby like an orchid to keep it from going to hell.”
  • “You get Extra Credit for you eerily comprehensive knowledge of Muppets.  Now stop talking.”
  • “GOD I love flying buttresses.  They’re so melodramatic!”
  • “I don’t call him “Da Vinci” because that means “From Vinci”.  That’s like calling Steve “Of Greeley” instead of his real name and that’s just rude.  And not just because Greeley is Awful.”
  • “Michelangelo was really depressed because his job sucked.  Also because he was a bit of a douche, but mostly the job.  He should have been doing literally anything else.”
  • “Everything can be improved with a Simpson’s reference!”
  • “Send me Memes, I like having recent content in my lectures.”
    *Next day* “Stop sending me memes. Please.”
  • *whilst angrily pointing at a picture of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles* “The Turtles have all their names mixed up for their personalities and frankly that’s embarrassing.  The techie should be Leo, the Flirt should be Raphael, The Boring Leader Dude should be Donatello and the angry one should be Carvaggio because that asshole literally spent his life drunk, fighting people and blackmailing cardinals.  Carvaggio was the BEST.”
  • “I could have studied in Rome. I could be trying to match boxes of broken dicks to statuary.  Instead of dicks I have you assholes.”
  • “Warhol was, as you young people say, A Troll.  The art is not the Art, the Outrage is the Art.  Which is kind of a Dick Move, which we old people say too.”
  • “Remember Kids- mental illness and heavy metal poisoning are not actually substitutes for Talent and Hard Work! Get therapy and don’t drink your paint water!”
How to study:

Originally posted by slothilda

Before classes:

1 - Have a good night of sleep. 
- At least eight hours.

2 - Take some coffee before going to school. 
- Always have a snack in your bag. (Don’t study hungry)

3 - Workout.
- I know it’s going to be hard, since most of you have to wake up so early, but working out will help you to make the most out of your day. 

4 - Organize your bag the night before. 

5 - Go through what you’ll be learning on the day.
- This way you will be prepared and you can take notes about your doubts on the subjects.

6 - Listen to a badass playlist on the way to school/college.
- It will boast your motivation. 

7 - Drink a lot of water. 
- That’s a tip to the whole day, actually. Always remember to take a bottle of water or tea to school/college. 


During class:

1 - Sit in the front.
- You will understand more your teacher and be away from the noises that can take away your attention.

2 - Ask questions. (No matter how dumb you think they are.)
- Do not end a class with doubts. If you can’t ask during the class, take a note of your question on a sticker/notebook to ask later.

3 - Record the lectures.

4 - Put stickers on notes you will need to go over. 

5 - Listen to your teacher.
- Be friendly with them.
- Write down their names and contacts (number, emails, social media).

6 - Taking notes on class!

- Don’t worry about it being pretty, just make it organized and understandable so you can go over and make real notes later. 
- Always start with the subject title and date. 
- Differentiate by color your teacher’s notes and yours. Put in red (or any other color you want, actually) the important things.


After class:

1 - Eat.
- You need to replace energy!

2 - Review everything you learned on the day you learned it.

3 - Complete your homework on the day you get it. 
- Or start it, if the task is too big. 
- NEVER FALL BEHIND!

4 - Dress comfy.

5 - Have office hours in case you didn’t understand something.

6 - Watch documentaries on the topic you are currently studying.

7 - Study 30 minutes (50 minutes at the very most) and stop for 10 minutes. 
- Leave your study place when it’s break time.

8 - Turn off your phone or let it out of sight. 

9 - Test yourself/talk out loud.
- Do practice questions!

10 - Taking notes after class!

- Organize your notes by color.
- Rewrite the informations with your own words.
- When writing the new notes, make it pretty if you can. (I think it motivates me to study, looking at something well made) Otherwhise, be simple and objective, focus on the most important things.
- Go over the class recording and read the books to compare with your class notes, to make sure you didn’t forget anything.

Shakespeare's works only they're D&D

DM: Your beloved is dead, what do you do?
Romeo: I roll to mourn. *rolls 20*
DM: You mourn so hard you drink poison and kill yourself.

DM: The witches have given you their prophecy, what do you do?
Macbeth: I roll a perception check *rolls 1*
DM: You immediately trust everything they said and base the rest of your life on it.

Ways to enhance your intuition

Exercises:

These exercises can be done in two ways. You can either pick one paper up and try to guess what is on the paper, or you can think of a paper and try to find it in the pieces of paper. If you feel you need more pieces of paper by all means add more. If you work with deities, your higher self, spirits of any sorts, please feel free to invite them to help you with these exercises, if you’d like.

  • The number exercise: cut four, same sized pieces of paper with the numbers 1-4 written on them. Turn them downwards and mix them up. Pick one up and try to guess which number it is.
  • The shape exercise: cut four, same sized pieces of paper, and draw a star, a heart, a circle and a cube on them. Turn them downwards and mix them up. Pick one up and try to guess which shape it is.
  • The color exercise: cut four, same size pieces of paper, and add a different color to all of them. Turn them downwards and mix them up. Try to guess which paper has which color on them.
  • The quiz exercise: find a quiz online that you know nothing about - this may be a science quiz, a pop culture quiz, a quiz about a band, or the Viking history quiz. Take the quiz and try to guess the answers.
  • The object exercise: Get a older object, works best if it’s given by a friend do you and examine it. Try to pick up the objects energies and try to see/hear/smell the person that the object is tied to. It’s best done with a friend because they will most likely know some information about the person and they can tell if you’re right or wrong.
  • The card exercise: Pick one card up from a deck and try to see the color, the shape and the number of that card. You can also do this with tarot cards, try to feel the cards energies.
  • Divination: it’s a great exercise for enhancing your psychic abilities and the range of tools you can do divination with is enormous. So, find the one that calls to you and start divining. 

In my experience these are the main exercises which you can sit and work on but they’re not the only ones. Intuition can be worked on throughout the day even in the most mundane tasks:

  • Try to guess who texted you or is calling you before you pick up the phone.
  • If other people cook for you, try to guess what you’re having for lunch before seeing it.
  • Try to pick up what your friend is going to tell you before they do.
  • Try to guess when the light is going to turn green at a traffic light.
  • Think of a person, and try seeing what they’re doing at the moment. After you’re done, ask them whatsup.
  • When talking to a friend on the phone try to see what they’re wearing, what their hair is like, and/or what they’re doing and ask them.
  • When you get up try to sense what the weather is going to be like today.
  • When at the store and you’re waiting in line try to sense how much the person before you needs to pay.
  • Tell a friend to think of a number and try to guess that number.
  • When listening to music on shuffle, try to sense what the next song is going to be.
  • When people close to you talk on the phone try and sense who they’re talking to and ask them afterwards. (only if they’re comfortable with it, not all people would like their privacy invaded, my friends and family know why I’m doing that so they’re cool with it)
  • Try to sense what a close friends text is saying before you open it, or try to sense why they’re calling you.

These are all I can think of a t the moment, hopefully in the future I’m going to add more. Basically anytime, anywhere when you have some space left to guess what’s going to happen, do it.

MEDITATION: I can’t stress how important meditation is, especially to witches, mages, shamans, and all occult practitioners in general. I know it sounds boring when people tell you to meditate but we all need some time to relax and clear our heads. And in the moments of blissful relaxation we let out soul speak to us the most thus coming into our strongest potential where we can energetically change our DNA and rewire our brains. In the moment of deep relaxation you can focus on cleansing your pineal gland / increasing your intuition. 

I like to imagine purple/indigo color and lavender flowers coming out of my pineal gland spreading and covering my whole body and aura. I also like to imagine roots stretching from my pineal gland bursting through my forehead opening an eye in the centre of it. I like to massage the centre of my forehead, and I like taping an amethyst to it lol.

There are lots of guided meditations on youtube, which are extremely helpful, and there are lots of binaural beats and isochronic tones, which are also very helpful. Just find your comfort zone to working on the pineal gland and focus on it. Don’t feel bad if per say, isochronic tones don’t work for you but storm sounds do work. Find your comfort zone and work within it.

Also you might want to check out Sun Gazing, which is a very powerful exercise you’re going to need to dedicate yourself to. 

Pineal gland detoxification: 

  • Avoid ingesting fluoride - I know this is hard, seeing at the people on top put fluoride in literally everything knowing what it’s doing to our brains. But there are alternatives, the internet is a huge place and you can find almost everything there. Avoid fluoridated water, fluoridated toothpaste, GMO fruits and vegetables, soda, all artificial foods and drinks. Try to eat healthy and organically and if possible reduce eating meat - and cutting it off completely. 
  • Avoid sleeping with technology in your room if possible - this means wireless routers, mobile phones, computers etc. The pineal gland is suppressed by electro magnetic fields.
  • Avoid or if you can, completely cut off all sugar, caffeine, tobacco, alcohol and drugs.


Once you’ve detoxified your body and pineal gland it’s time to start working on activating and boosting your pineal gland:

  • Spend time in sunlight every day - or as much as you can. Practice sungazing as well, and it is best done when the sun has risen or in the moments it’s going away because the sun is the weakest then and it can’t harm your eyes and it won’t bother you.
  • Oils and incense - 
  • Sleep and meditate in complete darkness.
  • Commit to meditation every day.
  • Dedicate rituals to your third eye - whether it be a bath ritual, once in a full moon ritual, a day of the week ritual, or whenever you feel like it ritual, do it.
  • Practice yoga, especially Yoga Nidra as it is the most powerful yogic practice to increase the blood flow to your pineal gland.
  • Eat food that boosts the pineal gland - raw cocoa, coconut oil, lemon - the body’s best friend, basically the master of detox, garlic, raw apple cider vinegar, goji berries, watermelon, honey, hemp seeds, iodine, vitamin K1/K2, boron, bananas, alkaine food, chlorophyll rich foods, oregano oil, sea moss, walnuts, turmeric and melatonin.
  • Crystals that stimulate the pineal gland - amethyst, lapis lazuli, clear quartz, moonstone, sodalite. You can meditate with these crystals on your forehead daily, you can tape a crystal on your forehead and stay like that for a while, or you can massage your forehead with it.
  • Chant - there are a lot of chants to boost your pineal gland, you can google some, I’ve found that OM works best for me.
  • Plants that enhance intuition - ginger, gotu kola, ginkgo, skullcap, elder leaf, berries and flower, fennel, lavender, lemongrass, saffron, bay leaves, rosemary, honey suckle, anise, eyebright, lotus, mimosa, sandalwood, burning acacia, cinnamon, buchu leaves, celery, lilac, mint, mugwort, solomons leaf, frankincense, jasmine, lemon, peppermint, rose, sage, vanilla and star anise.
  • Oils - bay laurel, carrot seed, galbanum, german chamomile, grapefruit, myrrh, nutmeg, palo santo, petitgrain, roman chamomile, sandalwood, st. john’s wort, angelica root, eleni, juniper, frankincense, rosemary and patchouli.
  • Incense - ambergris, bay leaf, anise, cinnamon, frankincense, honeysuckle, jasmine, lemon, lemongrass, lotus, magnolia, peppermint, rose, sage, sandalwood, vanilla, heliotrope, basil and eucalyptus. 

And most important of all - trust your gut! The problem with not listening to our intuition is when our rational, logical mind interferes and tries to come up with logical solutions as to why your intuition is wrong. Whenever you get that gut feeling, just go with it, don’t question it. Also always remember to protect yourself when working on your pineal gland, seeing as we are more open and vulnerable to psychic attacks during these moments.

Make You Mine

I’ve kind of had a craving for angry, jealous Dean lately… 

Gator @salvachester - this one’s for you <3

You climb out of the back seat, tugging your skirt down self-consciously. Dean is staring at your legs, his jaw clenched, and even Sam swallows hard, then turns away.

“Does it look that bad?” you ask, worried for a moment that maybe you’re not dressed appropriately to be an FBI agent.

Sam clears his throat, and Dean growls out, “You look fine.”

You straighten your jacket, lift your chin, and get into the head space you need, a little condescending, a little no-nonsense, like you’re used to getting what you ask for. Dean gives you one more glance and, looking like he’d like to eat someone, leads the way into the police station.

You and Sam trail Dean to the front desk, standing a step behind and flashing your badges dutifully when the officer on duty asks if he can help you. “What can we do for the FBI?” he asks, just a touch of snark behind his words, and you can almost feel Dean’s thunderous frown. He’s been on edge for days, and this day seems to be a bad one. His temper has been unpredictable, his level of patience almost zero, and you cringe a little internally at what his reaction might be.

“Is your superior officer around? Maybe the big boys should talk,” he snaps, and the officer behind the desk stands up, all six feet and at least four inches of him, maybe even a little taller than Sam.

“Listen, Agent Hetfield. We don’t take kindly to feds coming in and throwing their weight around. If we can help, fine. But don’t go making demands like we owe you. We work for a living around here, too.”

You can almost feel Dean’s chest swelling, his temper ready to blow, and you step forward, one hand on his arm as you push your way in front of him. “Sorry, Officer – Thomas, is it? Please forgive my partner, this case has him a little wired.” You turn to look up at Dean, your lips tight as you speak to him in a pleasant voice, aware that he will hear the anger beneath. “Agent Hetfield, Agent Hammett, why don’t you go get that coffee we were talking about? I’ll get what we need here and meet you outside.” You narrow your eyes at him, the threat behind them clear.

“Yeah. Why don’t we just do that,” he grinds out, giving a curt nod to the officer and turning on his heel to stalk to the door, flinging it open without a pause. Sam smiles politely, then turns to follow him.

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MC as a Barista

I thought of this while in star bucks one day. What if MC worked at a coffee shop part time before meeting the RFA and continued to work there after joining and one of the members walked in and ordered a drink without realizing it was MC. So she obviously recognized  them from chat so she wrote a little message on their cups, only for them to realize it after they left. ? 

I apologize if this is kind OOC? Feed back is appreciated!

Yoosung

  • Stands there for awhile before heading to the counter
  • MC smiles brightly at him as she recognized him.
  • Orders a Venti Hot chocolate
  • MC nods and says “Coming right up, can I get your name for the order?”
  • a small giggle escaped her as she nodded and walked away with his cup before writing down a special note for him.
  • “ It was nice to see you in person, Superman Yoosung! ^3^. Since I made you this drink…you got to return the favor remember? - MC ❤ ”
  • He thinks she’s cute but he can’t fall for the barista right? He’s already talking to MC via messenger!
  • They exchange thank you’s and he walks out.
  • Notices the little note on the side of his cup as he got to the bus stop to head to the University.
  • NON STOP SMILES FOR THE REST OF THE DAY
  • sends a text message to MC
  • “MC!!! Why didn’t you tell me you worked there?!! I can’t bring myself to throw this cup away now! It’s just a reminder that we are really under the same sky!

Zen

  • Walks in, obviously thinks the barista is cute
  • MC smiles as friendly as she could. She didn’t want to make it obvious.
  • His ego get’s the best of him
  • “I bet you’re a fan, You want a autograph? How about a Selca with me?”
  • She nods and takes out her phone real quickly. Takes the photo
  • he’s now grinning. she’s so cute ~
  • Orders a grande Tea.
  • MC nods as she turned to start his order.
  • Writes
  • “You were right, you are more handsome in person. Also I managed to get your fan club to come to the party ~ Hopefully I can get my hands on you too, Zenny ~ MC  ❤ “
  • After they exchange thank you’s he flashed her a playful smirk and winked.
  • Quickly she logged onto the messenger to leave the selca they took together with the caption
  • “…I ran into my favorite actor today hehe ~ !
  • [ photo attachment of her and Zen together ]
  • As Zen left he took a drink only to see the note in the corner of his eye
  • turning the cup. He read it
  • CUE HIM SPITTING OUT HIS HOT DRINK
  • debates to turn back or not
  • hears his messenger go off
  • reads what MC says and laughs as he seen her sign off real fast.
  • decides to send a text message to her
  • “You know I will be coming over here every day now to see my princess ~

Jaehee

  • She decided to go to a different cafe today
  • walks into MC’s work place.
  • Looks at the beverage board for a few minutes
  • MC standing there with a huge grin on her face
  • tries so hard to not say her name out loud.
  • as Jaehee walks up to the counter she orders
  • 1 for her boss. A espresso with 2 shots for him
  • 1 for her. A Venti coffee for her. ( 3 creams 4 sugars )
  • MC Nodded as she asked which cup is her drink.
  • Quickly writes a small note on her cup
  • “You can do this Jaehee! Remember I am here for you if you ever need support ~ Cheer up! - MC  ❤  “
  • and writes another note on Jumin’s cup
  • “…you better be nice to Jaehee today, She’s human too. - MC”
  • As she put the cup in the cup holders she smiled towards Jaehee
  • “…I hope you have a nice day, Miss. Jaehee ~”
  • That’s when Jaehee smiled and nodded, walking out she went back to the car. Passing one cup to Jumin.
  • a small pause
  • “Assistant Kang?”
  • Oh no… he doesn’t like it does he??
  • “…MC wrote some strange note on my cup”
  • looks at it. Gasps lightly as she noticed there was writing on her cup as well.
  • Smiles brightly as they drove past the cafe
  • NOW SHE CAN’T STOP SMILING
  • ALL DAY ALL SMILES. HAPPY BAEHEE
  • and a confused Jumin

Jumin

  • RARELY goes to a cafe on his own.
  • ASSISTANT KANG HELP
  • walks in on his own, instantly regrets it.
  • how does one order a drink? do they walk up?
  • do they come to him?
  • MC can’t help but suppress the giggling and smiling she’s doing
  • C & R Director is in her coffee shop looking so lost.
  • Decides to walk up to him with a pen and paper in hand
  • “…Excuse me J—Sir?”
  • a commoner walking up to him? so he was right they walk up to you
  • “…you seem out of place. You need help?”
  • a flash smile touched his lips before walking up to the counter with her
  • Asks which drink is the best.
  • “…you seem like the type of man who’d enjoy a regular type of drink. I can make you a grande french vanilla?”
  • nods as he paid and left a reasonable tip
  • LET’S JUST SAY HE LIKED THE HELP
  • AND MAYBE HER FACE
  • AND THAT NO-ONE TOOK TIME TO HELP
  • he’s waiting for his cup on the other side so she took liberty to write a small note
  • “…I cannot help but think you’re so cute while all flustered. Please say hello to Elizabeth 3rd for me. I hope you have a good day at work. - MC ❤ “
  • After she was done she passed it over to him
  • “Have a nice day, Mr. Jumin, sir ~ “
  • turns around and nods before walking to his car.
  • As he got in he noticed the small note on the side
  • reading it he couldn’t help but chuckle
  • “…Driver Kim. I want to come to this exact place every day at the same time.”

Luciel / 707 / defender of justice ….[Saeyoung]

  • Already knew she worked there. But since he was rare to post selca’s in chat
  • he decided to have fun with this.
  • Walks in and decides to grab a smoothie for the day.
  • RIGHT SOMETHING HEALTHY FOR ONCE
  • What Saeyoung forgot is that he recently posted a photo of himself in chat
  • MC knew who he was. Seven knew who she was
  • LET THE GAMES BEGIN
  • “…what’s your healthiest smoothie?”
  • “…I’d have to say the orange mango smoothie. It hits the taste buds”
  • “…okay can I get a hot chocolate”
  • 707 that little shit
  • “can I get a name for this order?”
  • “Tom”
  • MC snorts as she nods, grabbing his cup she wrote a small note
  • “using your friend’s name huh? well it was nice to see you in person, God seven! now go save the earth!  ~ 606 ❤ “
  • they exchange thank you’s and good byes before he walked away
  • he looked down at his cup and couldn’t help but laugh.
  • “my 606 ~ “
What I learnt after losing 20kg in 3 months

1. It always starts on a high note but the key thing is to keep it going.

You see someone losing a lot of weight and suddenly you are so inspired and pumped to reach your ideal weight, or you realise that you have put on a significant amount of weight and decide to crash diet. It could even be for an upcoming important event. Usually this inspiration will last for a week or two, after which you start to give yourself a little more allowance, this is where most people fall back to where they were. It happened to me countless times.

You have to want it bad enough.

2. You have to be consistent.

Losing weight is hard af, but the important thing is to be consistent. This is what I did:

- take weekly progress photos (whenever I see how my body changes week by week I’m motivated to push on)

- weigh in weekly (I know how easy it is to be obsessed with the scale)

- follow inspiring people (this helps you more than you think)

- whenever I feel lazy to work out, which happens almost every single day, I tell myself this: ‘if you get out there and do what you have to for 30mins, you are one step closer to your goal. If not, the time will pass anyway even if you’re scrolling through Facebook.’

3. Workout

I started with swimming because it was the easiest. You don’t sweat as much, it’s easy on your knees, and it burns a shit load of calories.

After some time, I switched over from swimming to cycling HIIT on my stationary bike. After which I started doing blogilates’s PIIT28, and started hitting the gym after that.

What I’m trying to say is, change up your activities once in a while! Add some variation to your workout by keeping things interesting and you will look forward to it.

My best friend got me out of my comfort zone. I have been so unfit all my life that I wasn’t able to complete even a 2.4km jog. She dragged me along for a run and I fell in love with jogging. To be fair it happened about 6 weeks after I started working out.

It doesn’t get easier, you just get better!

You only need 30mins a day to complete your daily workout. Choose one workout, be it jogging or HIIT, and just do it!

No matter how tired I am, I make sure to get my 30mins in. Sometimes I impress myself with my determination.

4. Moral support

You’re committed to your goals and are working hard towards it. We all know it gets lonely sometimes. Motivate a friend to do the same! Motivate each other when things get tough or the scale is not budging. I’m lucky to have my BFF on this journey together with me.

Even for those who discourage you or those who once called you fat, you got to have the fire in you to make a change and prove them wrong!

Do it for yourself, your love ones. I know you can. I have fallen off the wagon many times too. But the lower you fall, the higher you will fly. Believe in yourself. I promise you, once you start believing, everything will fall in place. There will not be success without failure. You will get there sunshine. One day you will shine. You just got to start believing in yourself and start working damn hard towards your goal.

Old saying but pushes me a lot: 
it’s never going to be easy but it’s going to be SO worth it.

5. You didn’t gain it overnight, don’t expect to lose it in a month.

Don’t be demoralised just because people ain’t noticing the changes. Don’t beat yourself up.

I gave myself 6 months to reach my goal weight. 7kg more to go! Yay!

6: Your boobs/butt will shrink, there might be loose skins/ stretchmarks if you lose weight too fast.

What I did for boobs and butt:

Do planks and squats every day. Yes every day. It helps firms your boobs and squats give your flat booty a lift. 

I learnt this the hard way. Losing 50kg in a year 2 years ago definitely tested my skin’s elasticity. I researched ways to reduce the appearance of stretch marks since the only way you eliminate them is through a laser surgery.

Loose skins and stretchmarks are tricky. I tried everything so I can’t pinpoint what worked and what didn’t.  But it reduced the appearance of stretchmarks and my skin doesn’t look too loose either.

What I did:

- Drink lots of water (it really works!)

- Dry brushing

- Body scrubs (if you ask me I would say coffee scrub, I didn’t start selling it for no reason)

- Bio oil

- Clarins body tonic oil

- Weight training/resistance training                        

7. Relationship with food

Many asked me what meal plans do I follow or do I have certain calorie restrictions.

I have to clarify that I’m not going for a hot lean body hence this method might not work for you if you are going for that.

I do not follow any specific meal plans. I did many times in the past and tried countless meal plans including Herbal life, natroslim or even master cleanse diet. I’m not saying that all these doesn’t work, they do. You will see yourself losing weight, but it isn’t sustainable.

I eat whatever I want now but I control the portions strictly. I cut out sugar drinks too. Don’t underestimate the calories you are taking in as well, it could be the reason why you are not seeing results.

Learn to say no when being offered food (who does that?!). It’s not easy to say no to the piece of chocolate your best friend got for you, but it’s even harder burning it off later during your workout. If you didn’t plan to eat it, don’t. Save it for another day.

There are days when I have peanut butter toast in the morning, fish soup for lunch and economic rice without any rice (just the meat and vege side dishes) for dinner.

But there will also be days where I crave fried chicken. I order them without sides and go without sugar drinks.

Sometimes I live on ban mian (Singapore-style noodles with mince pork soup) without finishing the noodles. Or some days I have fruits before going to bed.

I try to keep my calorie intake within 1500. I don’t feel starved at all and I eat whatever I want in moderation. It keeps me content to keep going.

You are what you eat. If you know the food you are craving for is unhealthy, have it in small amounts. We all know what happens when we over indulge. A healthy journey consists of 80% diet and 20% exercise.

Food that will help you in your journey:

- Water, just drink enough water.

- Unsweetened green tea, yes you’ve heard this 2 million times. But it works.

- Fruits: Papayas, Watermelons, Apples, Bananas, Lemons and Kiwis.

- Needless to say lots of vegetables

Try new recipes like cauliflower rice. Or replace potato chips with kale chips.

There won’t be any food to avoid in my list because I genuinely believe in moderation.

8. Curbing cravings

You just had dinner but you are craving for dessert. We all know it’s not acceptable to do it every day.

I’d go for a jog if I were you. The cravings for unhealthy food usually subside after a run. You’ll burn 150 calories with 30 minutes of jogging, but it takes 1 serving of potato chips to gain it back. Is it worth it? You be the judge.

If not I’ll find an alternative like yogurt or fruits to curb the cravings.

The last method is to take off your clothes in front of the mirror and stare at your body. Tell me if you still want that tiramisu after that.

Many times we eat not because we need it but because we want it. A treat is only a treat if you have it once in a while. 

9. Shitty days

Just recently I broke down and cried just because I felt fat. I felt like the ugliest/biggest girl in the world and I just wanted to hide away from the world. There will be days where you feel like shit and nothing you do makes sense to you.

I allowed myself to cry and tell myself that I’m not good enough.

Sometimes we have to embrace our emotions instead of hiding them. Only when we acknowledge what we are feeling, will we be able to fix what’s really broken inside.

After my emotional battle, I pick myself up and continue whatever I was doing. I fixed what was going on inside and stayed focused. People around me saw results. I saw my results. I deserved every single bit of it because I worked hard for it.

Happiness is a choice. You are how you feel about yourself.

Don’t give up on something just because of the time or the difficulty to achieve it. The time will pass anyway. If you don’t work on yourself, who’s going to do it.

I learnt to love myself for every stretchmark, cellulite and scar that’s on me. At the same time, I do my best to be a better version of myself.

10. Take a break If you are tired, not quit.

Lastly, regardless how many times you fail, as long as you get up and try again, you will succeed in the end.

Getting healthy is not a quick fix, it’s a lifestyle. There will be days you feel like eating fast food and not working out. But as long as you get back on your feet the next day, I promise that everything will work out.

Never ever give up on yourself and your body, because you are the only one living in it.

Hope this helps!! Happy 2017! Keep on rocking! :) Let’s embrace 2017 together and achieve whatever you need to acheive!

@motiveweight - submission 

I smoke weed
because I want to
and I fuck boys
because I want to
and I drink red wine
alone in my bedroom
because I want to.
I don’t wear a bra
because I don’t want to
and I don’t work too hard
and I don’t follow your rules
because they are not written for me,
they are written for everybody.
And I am not everybody.
I’m just a girl
who wants to get high
and naked
and write poetry
about all the men she’s made love to.
And I will not
respect you
without a reason,
without you having
earned
my respect.
So step back and observe me,
do not get too close,
and know that
I don’t bend to anybody
except those who make me melt,
or otherwise,
explode.
Boyfriend Dean

I tried out a diff layout for this so I hope that’s okay! Idk how I feel about it but hopefully it’s good ~


Whenever he’s away working, he Skypes you as much as possible. He tries to be serious about it, to check up on you and ask if you’ve eaten well. He’ll tell you about his day, that he misses you; all that.

Originally posted by selwinchester

Then somehow you both end up goofing off, pulling faces and making each other laugh.

Originally posted by bbyeskimo

Although he’s not the type to flaunt the relationship constantly, that does not mean he’s ashamed of it. He’ll show you off but do so tastefully, like while accepting an award or while with friends.

“I would also like to thank the inspiration behind this song; my significant other. Preparing for this album was tough but with them as my muse, the hard work seemed like a breeze ~”

Originally posted by yugyeomsmusic

Going out on random adventures at 3 am to get food or go to a local bar. These times are good for catching up, playing drinking games and socialising with random people. They compliment you often, “Wow, such a cute couple!” and he turns into a shy puppy.

“Hahaha, thank you!”

Originally posted by mykeem

Facetiming you while backstage, usually while he’s getting hair and makeup done. His team make occasional appearances, notifying you of the stupid things he’s said or done. And he’s suddenly regretting face timing you at all.

Originally posted by blackgirlslovebts

While dancing at the club, he likes to keep you close, to feel your body pressed to his. Even if others stare at you, it doesn’t make him jealous. Because at the end of the day, all they can do is look while he gets to touch ;)

Originally posted by taeyamg

Trying to take cute vids of him but he’s too awkward and just smiles shyly. “Why are you recording me? I look bad today. I should be recording you!”

Originally posted by bodylikeacity

Can’t help the way his heart melts when he sees you interacting with children. He’s too young to be a father and too focused on his career. But someday, he’d love to raise kids with you. They’d be the most aesthetic kids on the planet. He’s already got cute outfits planned in his mind.

Originally posted by streetrapshit

The second he spots you in the crowd at a concert, he can’t help but forget about everyone else. His eyes only see you. He starts singing to you directly, serenading you. Once he realises the rest of the audience is still there, he’s embarrassed by his cheesiness but for that one moment, he can only think of you.

Originally posted by kwon-dean

Your family adores him. He’s mannerly, polite and charming. Although he tends to clam up when they’re around, afraid of saying the wrong thing, they try to get him to talk as much as possible. Your grandmother is always sending him off with home cooked meals and your little cousin bakes him muffins whenever she can. He’s well fed and well loved in your home.

Originally posted by clubeskimo

It may not seem like it but he’s got a dirty side to him. Beneath his soft, aesthetic exterior is a man who can’t help how his gaze lingers when you bend over. Or feel aroused by you exposing skin. 

Originally posted by korean-rnb

He’s a great kisser. Not a dominating, hold you against the wall type well not unless he’s horny. His kisses are soft and sweet. There’s no battling for dominance as there’s only love and emotion poured into each and every kiss.

Originally posted by kpo-verdose

Thinks to himself often that he’s lucky to have you. Although he does state this sometimes and his songs about you show this, it’s usually his actions that speak the loudest. The way he looks at you, how he’ll remember everything you say, how he holds the door open for you .. This boy is completely enamoured and grateful that out of all the people in the world, you chose him.

The relationship is the kind that’s cute and chill. There’s no issues with jealousy or immature things like that. Distance can cause strain but you both work hard to keep in touch and communicate. Your friend group considers you the perfect couple. You share hoodies and snapbacks and take aesthetic couple pics for his insta. The comments on them are mostly sweet and supportive, with the world falling in love with your dynamic. You’re not the couple to make headlines for drama or outrageous scandals. You’re a down to earth couple with matching sneakers that binge watch Netflix and eat ice cream.

Originally posted by clubeskimo

seefin  asked:

Okay so you know the way Draco is written in some fics as being a lovable weirdo? Kind of an oddball? Kind of an odd egg? Can u pls do a reclist for this particular brand of Draco n I'll love u forever xxxxxxx

YESSSS. ODDBALL!DRACO IS MY FAVORITE EVERYTHING. Look, I have a serious thing for this particular characterization of Draco. In fic, Draco is often the elegant suave flirt. But not oddball!Draco. I don’t know if you all know what I mean by that, but it’s like… he’s pointy, he’s a bit odd, maybe even eccentric, VERY endearing (like cinnamon roll precious), slightly awkward. And he completely owns my heart. Here you have my faves ft. him. ♥

Stately Homes of Wiltshire by waspabi (57k)
Malfoy Manor has mould, dry rot and an infestation of unusually historical poltergeists. Harry Potter is on the case.
(Everything I love about the oddball!Draco trope is right here in this fic. He’s so precious, awkward, adorably proud of his muggle knowledge, he’s kind to old people, and he researches ridiculous things. This has wonderful writing too!)

The Way Down by lettered (65k)
Harry is overwhelmed by his own power and fame and angst, so he’s become a hermit. Draco Malfoy is tired of the melodrama.
(This Draco is a sweetheart, he’s got social anxiety and he tries so hard, it doesn’t always work out for him but he means so well. I feel for him, this amazingly sweet dork who’ll drink hot chocolate with a straw and can go on about Pygmy Puff classifications for ages. I love this fic so much.)

Only For The Lucky by SunseticMonster (63k)
Things seem to be going well for Draco Malfoy after the war. He’s working as a professor at Hogwarts and makes the papers all the time for his charitable contribution to Muggle causes. But when Malfoy is rushed into St Mungos hospital for a psychotic break, Healer Potter realizes that Malfoy’s success is not all what it seems and sometimes luck can have more than one meaning.
(Oh wow, I could write a novel about why I adore Draco in this. There’s his supreme cuteness, his social anxiety that tugs at my heartstrings, his fascination with electrical plugs, all of it. So many new headcanons.)

Here’s The Pencil, Make It Work by ignatiustrout (49k)
Harry thinks “Why is Malfoy working in a coffee shop in muggle London?” is a much simpler question than, “Are you going to accept that auror offer and, if you don’t, what will you do?”
(Is this the creator of oddball!Draco, because I think it might be? He quotes muggle movies, makes dramatic impressions, sings Christmas carols, and Harry thinks he’s barking mad but also completely irresistible.)

Clear as Mud by scoradh (9.9k)
One could be said to have stretched the term ‘friends’ rather far.
(Aaagh, this fic hurts so good and yet. Draco sulked for an hour after Harry removed the mushrooms growing in the stairwell of his run-down house. He’s a total oddball and has all these quirks and Harry is so so in love.)

The Guise of Forgiveness by SunseticMonster (23k)
George’s new potion has caught the interest of the entire Auror Department, thanks to an article by the elusive Draco Malfoy. So, when Harry sees Malfoy in the middle of a panic attack, he attempts to make amends as a ploy to find out what’s really been going on.
(Oh this Draco, who bakes his own biscuits and has anxiety and is all-around awkward and lovely. He’s so sweet in this and I’m so proud of him.)

And an Owl Named Romeo by Rickey (26k)
Draco breeds owls, Harry’s an Auror, and an owl named Romeo is going to bring them together.
(As if the idea of a Draco with cute little owlets isn’t enough, this one sends snarky letters and is frankly HILARIOUS. Love his voice in this, love it allll.)

Currency by blythely (31k)
Harry wasn’t at school any more, nor was he fifteen. He was a successful merchant banker with a flat to die for and an owl who loved him. And he wasn’t going to get into a pissing match with a stick-fiddler who’d always driven him mental.
(This fic is full of melodramatic!Draco and I loveeee it. He’s a total geek about wands and wandlore, and he and Harry have such passion.)

I Got You On My Mind (Part 7)

Jungkook Soulmate AU (Angst)

[Part One] Previous Part | Part Seven | Epilogue

Summary: Jungkook reveals why he rejected you. But is it enough for you to forgive him?

Word count: 1.7k words

Originally posted by jungxook

You watched, mesmerized, as Jungkook fidgeted with his hands, the chords of muscles in his forearms flexing. His gaze was downcast, his plump lower lip caught between his teeth, as he struggled to find the words to stay. You found that this uncharacteristic nervousness made him seem more genuine, but still, it was difficult for you to trust Jungkook after everything that had transpired.

After recently regaining some of your memories, the wounds Jungkook had inflicted still felt fresh. Your heart ached as if it were only moments ago that Jungkook had tossed you aside.

The conflicting memories of Jungkook warred in your mind. On one hand, Jungkook had rejected you with cutting words and a cold heart. But on the other, he had helped nurse you back to health and remained resolutely by your side. Which one was the real Jungkook? 

You wanted desperately to hold onto the version of Jungkook you had imagined as a young girl, not the one who had been sleeping with your best friend.

“She won’t believe me,” Jungkook thoughts interrupted. Your gaze flickered to his, but he was still staring at the ground, unaware that he was projecting his thoughts. You could feel his uncertainty and fear through your soulmate bond. The sudden urge to comfort him arose, but you pushed it down.

“Jungkook, I promise I’ll listen,” you said quietly. His head shot up, Jungkook’s wide eyes peering into yours. He opened his mouth, but no words came out. “I can’t promise that I’ll believe you, or that everything will be fixed, but I’ll give you this chance to explain everything.”

Jungkook sighed and looked away, his jaw clenching.

“I know I need to explain this to you,” Jungkook began slowly. “But this is really hard for me. I don’t want to show this side of myself to you.”

“Believe it or not, I don’t hate you now and I probably never will,” you said with a small laugh. “We’re soulmates for a reason, you know.”

Jungkook gave you a small smile, his gaze flickering down. “I guess I’ll start from the beginning then.”

You nodded, waiting patiently as Jungkook took an unsteady breath. He closed his eyes for a moment, before exhaling slowly and looking back at you. His eyes were raw and honest.

“The first time I heard your thoughts, I was six,” Jungkook recalled with a fond smile. “You didn’t hear me for awhile later. I still remember what you thought. ‘That looks like a fun tree to climb.’”

“That was the first thing you heard?” you asked incredulously. “I remember that! I climbed a tall-ass tree in the park, and I fell and broke my arm.”

“I know,” Jungkook replied grimly. “I felt it, too. For such an underdeveloped bond, it didn’t make sense for me to be able to feel your emotions. But I could. All I could feel was your panic and pain.”

You winced, recalling the memory from all those years ago. For a six-year-old, it was a terrifying experience.

“I was so young at the time,” Jungkook continued. “I didn’t understand why I could feel emotions that weren’t mine. I didn’t know why I could hear someone else’s thoughts. And I couldn’t understand why I cared so much about a person I’d never met.”

You opened your mouth, but Jungkook cut you off immediately. “Don’t apologize,” Jungkook said, smiling slightly. “I got over it, eventually. It got easier when you started to hear me.”

“That wasn’t until, like, a year later,” you frowned. “That must’ve been so strange.”

“It felt a little intrusive,” Jungkook shrugged. “But your thoughts were pretty entertaining. Plus, I was a really shy kid, so you were my only friend for a little while.”

“That’s really sad,” you said quietly, your voice lilting. “We didn’t have an actual conversation until we were nine.”

“We could have had spoken sooner, but I didn’t want to,” Jungkook confessed, looking away. “I learned how to block my thoughts, mostly. Sometimes I can’t, if I get too emotional.”

“Why didn’t you want to talk to me?” you questioned, a little hurt.

“It wasn’t you,” Jungkook replied immediately. Then, he frowned and clenched his fists. He didn’t speak for several moments, but when he did, his voice was quiet. “It was because of my parents. They were soulmates, but for some reason, they didn’t get along.

“My mom found out that my dad was cheating on her, and it was a mess. They divorced a few months later. My mom got custody, and my dad sort of spiralled,” Jungkook explained, his voice coloured with shame. “I didn’t know how to face my own soulmate after that. I didn’t even know if I could believe in soulmates anymore.”

“Jungkook, I’m so sorry,” you whispered. “If I had known, I would’ve–”

“No, I didn’t want you to know,” Jungkook interrupted. “You were the only person I could pretend to be fine with. You were the only person who didn’t know how fucked up my family–how fucked up I was.”

“You were just a child,” you argued. “How could I think badly of you?”

Jungkook just shook his head. “I wanted to seem like a good person in front of you,” he said. “Even after my parents, I still wanted to believe in soulmates. I wanted to have something to look forward to. You were always so happy, it was easy to pretend with you.”

A few moments of silence passed as Jungkook tried to collect his thoughts. You wanted to reach out, to hold him, but you didn’t know if he would appreciate that.

“My mom had to work a lot to support me and my brother, so she wasn’t home often,” Jungkook continued, his voice low. “My dad picked up drinking. He tried to take us home with him, once. The police had to come.

“My brother was hit pretty hard, since he was older when it happened. I was in middle school when he started high school. He joined a gang, started getting into fights and dealing.

“I didn’t follow him, but I got involved with some pretty bad people. You know what my reputation’s like–it’s because that’s who I am. From high school till now, all I did was party. I drank, I did drugs, I slept around.”

“Why didn’t I know any of this?” you asked, confused. “In all the years we’ve been talking, I couldn’t tell that a single thing was off.”

“I showed you what I wanted you to see,” Jungkook replied with a cold laugh. “I was hoping by the time I met you, I would’ve already cleaned up my act. I didn’t expect to see you that night, and I was so ashamed of myself. And I ended up pushing you away, because I wasn’t ready for you to see me like that.

“You were the last person I wanted to hurt, but I fucked it up anyway,” Jungkook said, his words venomous. “I ruined everything before it even began. It’s fucked up, but after you lost you’re memories, I thought it was like a second chance. I know, it’s fucking disgusting, but I wanted you to see the person I could become.”

“Jungkook…”

“Look, I know everything about me is fucked up, okay?” Jungkook spat. “I don’t want to hear apologies, I don’t need pity. I don’t need forgiveness, either. This is the truth. This is everything I never wanted you to know.”

“Jungkook!” you repeated, more firmly this time. You reached out and grabbed his hand, which was clammy, and gave it a gentle squeeze. “Listen to me. All I wanted was for you to be honest with me. It doesn’t matter if you’re embarrassed or ashamed of your past, of yourself. If I’m your soulmate, I want to love all of you.”

Jungkook stared at you, his mouth hanging open slightly.

“If anything, I wish I could have been there for you,” you continued sadly. You played with his large hand, weaving your own fingers in between his. “We’re soulmates, you know? We’re supposed to support each other. There’s a reason why we’re connected, even if we don’t understand.”

“I just hate disappointing you,” Jungkook sighed, squeezing your hand back. “I was afraid to see our relationship crumble. Just being soulmates–I don’t know if that’s enough. If I’m anything like my father–which I am–then we’re doomed.”

“Don’t say that,” you scolded him gently. “I’ll admit, there are some things about you that aren’t great. But you’re more than your mistakes. You’re passionate and kind, and you’ve shown me the best sides of you, too.

“We aren’t so two-dimensional, Jungkook. I’m sure I’m not the perfect person you made me out to be when we were younger,” you laughed.

“But you’re perfect for me,” Jungkook insisted, then blushed deeply. He gulped visibly and looked away.

“Look, I don’t know if I forgive you yet,” you said, and you saw Jungkook deflate. “But I will eventually. I want us to move past this together.”

“Thank you,” Jungkook whispered, his voice cracking. He looked up at you. “I know I don’t deserve that, or you. But you’re the reason why I even try. If it wasn’t for you, I’d have probably given up already.”

“You should want to live for yourself, Jungkook,” you smiled sadly. “I am your soulmate, but I’m not your entire world.”

You pulled Jungkook into your arms, and he immediately buried his nose in the crook of your neck. You weren’t sure, but you thought you could feel wetness against your skin. Was he crying?

“You helped me a lot these past few weeks,” you continued, holding Jungkook tightly in your arms. “Let me help you now. We’ll make it through this, together. Okay?”

Jungkook nodded against your neck. And despite how terribly everything began, you were almost certain that everything would turn out just fine. With Jungkook truly by your side now, you felt strong. You were determined to unravel the mystery of the boy in your arms, who felt as far away as he was close.

- Girl in Luv

One more part to go, then it’s finished! How did you guys feel about this chapter? Are you still mad at Jungkook? His behaviour sort of makes sense now…I hope. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed this series, and thanks to everyone who stuck with it! Look forward to the last instalment of I Got You On My Mind. I’m always so thankful for the support we receive, from the replies to the fanmail. You guys are the best! Happy reading 💛

Another Rogue: And how is your sugar daddy Bruc-

Selina Kyle: Time out. Hold up! Hold up, sweetheart. Let’s get it together before you wanna read. I don’t have a sugar daddy sweetheart. Everything I’ve had, I’ve worked for and I worked hard to get and I built myself. And I need you to know that 100%. I don’t have a sugar daddy! I’ve never had a sugar daddy! If I wanted a sugar daddy, yes I probably could go out and get one. Because I am what??? SICKENING!!!  You could never have a sugar daddy because you are not. those. kind. of. rogue! Baby, everything I have I’ve worked for and gotten myself. I have built myself from the ground up, you fucking BITCH!! *throws drink*

Five people came out to Shitty in one week in sophomore year: Holster, Ransom, Johnson (“because really, man, I’m whatever the narrative demands from me, so I’d define it more as a fluid sexuality I guess?” “Cool, thanks for..telling me? I think?”), the cutest Frog Lardo, and…his mom.

Because bear with me here.

So Shitty’s mom - professor of English literature, made him read Toni Morrison etc. while he was growing up, is absolutely responsible for Shitty being the way he is. Mrs Shitty’s Mom (who still goes by Dr Knight because it’s the most badass and sometimes idiot husbands are good only for their last names) has always been a passionate feminist, and works really hard to teach her students about intersectionality and has always been supportive of LGBT rights, and like, she got married young to Mr Shitty’s Dad, and hadn’t really had a lot of time for introspection, and realizes at an age just shy of fifty that “Holy shit I think I am a gay?”

And so she tells Shitty because he’s her son, and she feels he deserves to know and Shitty does everything he can to be supportive because he’s Shitty, but the next person Dr Knight tells is her friend from the philosophy department, who she goes out for drinks with sometimes to complain about university politics. And Dr Suresh is like the sort of philosophy professor who tolerates zero bullshit from the rich white boys who only want to study dead white men, or any bullshit from perpetually stoned white boys who think they understand eastern philosophy better than people who created it. And at one of their drinks-and-debate outings, Drs Knight and Suresh get to talking about queer theory and Dr Knight, trying to be collected and casual and It’s Not A Big Deal™ about it, mentions that “Well shit, of course sexuality is a spectrum she’s 48 and only just realized she’s a lesbian” and Dr Suresh - who is the smoothest - is just “oh well that’s a relief or it was going to be awkward when I asked you on a real date.”

And poor Dr Knight, just total KO, DNR, that’s all she wrote folks.

And so Shitty has a really awesome philosophy professor for a stepmom on his mom’s side, and Dr Suresh gets along like a house on fire with Lardo, and with Shitty, and it’s all very gay in every sense of the word.

Just. Shitty’s mom has a wife. That’s all.

Roommate Problems

“I fucking hate college boys!”

Adam is livid, yelling, not even bothering to say hello, how are you? Ronan holds his phone out, away from his ear and steps out onto the front porch. The sun is setting, dousing the fields in hazy, golden light. Ronan leans against the porch railing and listens, a small smirk twisting his lips.

“Language, Parrish.”

You don’t get to call me out on my language, Ronan Lynch!” Adam huffs, exasperated.

“So…what’s so fucking terrible about college boys, College Boy?”

Adam growls and Ronan hears a door being slammed, the dull pulse of music, laughter.

“Jackson and Darren brought their friends over to celebrate 420.”

Ronan grins, delighted. “Shit.”

“Yes, exactly. The entire suite smells like pot and they keep playing this god-awful music about getting tipsy and fucking girls. I swear to God, I am this close to reporting them to the RA.”

“I’m sorry, babe, that sucks.” Ronan pulls a slender joint out of the pocket of one of Adam’s old flannel shirts. Opal’s napping with Chainsaw and while he doesn’t make smoking a habit today is special. He sparks the tip and listens to Adam rant.

“And then,” Adam continues, really worked up, “Darren’s friend brought like three bottles of Fireball and they all started doing shots and playing some ridiculous drinking game. Like all this hella stupid shit and God, what am I even doing here, Ronan? College feels like such a joke sometimes.”

“Hella?” Ronan’s voice feels different in his throat, probably due to the smoke.

“Oh, shut up.”

Ronan laughs quietly and gets up to walk through the fields. The grass is cool against his bare feet.

“Gansey spoiled you for college life, Adam. You’re never going to meet anyone like him, no one who gets such a hard on for learning.”

Adam scoffs at hard on but he doesn’t try to deny it.

“I thought it would be better than this,” he says. There’s real sorrow and disappointment in his voice. Ronan hates that Adam is gone, but even more he hates that Adam is unhappy.

“It will be,” Ronan says. “You just gotta find your tribe, man. Go to the library and find your fellow nerds. Study with them and forget about your fucking roommates.”

“Yeah, I guess,” Adam mutters. “It’s just, I’m paying to live in that room and I can’t even be in there right now.”

Ronan takes another hit, holding it in, enjoying the buzz building. Everything feels nice and lazy.

“I know,” he replies, his words drifting dreamily from his mouth. “But things’ll get better. You can move off campus next year, right? And you’ll start your classes in your major…it’ll work out.”

Adam doesn’t say anything for a while. Ronan can sense him stewing, thinking.

“How do you know so much about how college works?” Adam finally demands.

“Shit, I may live in the country but I do read, Adam.”

Adam snorts. “More like watched every season of some stupid college show.”

“Yeah, that too,” Ronan agrees easily. He’s walking by the cows, offering pats and scratching behind ears. The animals nuzzle against him, nearly knocking him over. “Anyways, I can kick Jackson’s ass the next time I visit. That dude is overdue.”

Adam laughs for real. “Yes, he is. Darren’s alright, most of the time.”

“Mmhmm,” Ronan hums. The house looks so good from the fields, the lights in the windows glowing welcome. The swallows dip and dive above the many barns, heading to their nests for the night. Fireflies rise from the tall grass, drawn to Ronan the way all his dream things are.

“Miss you,” Ronan says softly. It’s true. He never knew how hard long distance would be, how much it would hurt.

“Miss you, too,” Adam responds, and the irritation is gone from his voice, replaced by longing.

“Come home soon, okay?” Ronan holds his breathe, waiting. The sun goes down behind the trees.

“I will,” Adam promises. “Give Opal a hug for me, okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. Don’t kill your roommates, or, don’t get caught.”

A small laugh. “I never get caught.”

“Magician.”

“Dreamer.”

After Adam hangs up Ronan lays down in the field, small mice scurrying up to see if he has crumbs, the deer nosing out of the woods to settle down near him. Opal is making a racket looking for him, Chainsaw calling. Ronan finishes off his joint, watching the smoke rise into the air. He makes a finger gun and shoots it at the sky. He lets the smoke mellow him out, removing the sting of Adam’s absence, and the lingering sorrow for all that’s been lost. For now it’s a beautiful evening and his College Boy is coming home, not now, but soon.

No Strings Attached

Pairings: Kol x Reader

Warnings: NSFW

Word Count: 2163

PART TWO | PART THREE 


You have been really good friends with the Mikaelsons for about a year now. Rebekah is like the sister you’ve never had, Klaus and Elijah are like brothers to you while Kol is a little bit of the opposite. The both of you flirt here and there, but you’ve never seen each other being a couple.

It was a quarter to 11. You and the youngest Mikaelson brother are the only ones home, god knows where the rest of his siblings went. The two of you were bored so you decided to drink and play billiards. Of course you were losing because you’re terrible at this game. “Gosh Kol, you could’ve at least gone easy on me. I’m a girl.” You scoffed playfully.

“Perhaps not, Y/N.” Kol smiled. He noticed your glass is empty, so he took it and refilled it for you. “Time for another.”

His glass now being in one hand and yours in the other, he handed you yours. “T-thanks Kol.” You stuttered from being a little tipsy.

“Tsk Tsk. Someone’s a lightweight.” Kol teased. then he clanked his glass to yours to cheers.

After chugging your drink, you picked up your pool cue, knowing that your turn is next. You positioned your body with the cue to the spot that you believed that was appropriate to hit. But the alcohol was getting to your system and right before you hit it, you stopped yourself, by quickly standing up, holding the cue vertically. “Actually, Kol. I’m bored of this already.”

Kol laughed then started walking towards you, with drink in hand. “Is it because you’re losing, darling? Oh don’t be such a sore loser.”

Without thinking, you attempted to hit Kol with the pool cue which only lead to failure. With Kol being the original vampire that he is, he has really quick reflexes so he stopped it with his hand. He didn’t take it personal since he knew you’re only playing around and you both know it won’t hurt him at all. “Easy there, human.” Kol cooed.

You laughed from your failure. “I tried. I tried.”

Kol showed off his height by inching up closer to you, looking down on you. “You really think you’re a match against a 1000 year old vampire?” Kol questioned, then softened up his voice. “Funny.”

You didn’t know if the alcohol was getting to your system or if Kol Mikaelson looked so hot right now. It must be the alcohol. Never did it cross your mind before about ever screwing him. The alcohol must be getting to him because he was getting way too close for comfort right now, making your breaths deeper and his following suit. He cupped your cheek with his hand, lightly rubbing his thumb on your bottom lip. The both of you kept looking back and forth at each others eyes and lips.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Kol asked, now keeping his eyes focused your eyes instead.

“I mean, no one’s home so….” You replied.

Now Kol locks his lips with yours. The two of you swirling each others tongues in and out. He lifts you up and carries you to the pool table, not losing contact with each others lips.

Kol removes your top and you copy him by helping remove his. He brushes his hands along your sides as he kisses on your neck, making you let out a groan. “We’re really doing this Kol.” You chuckled.

Kol stops and looks at you. “This may be a night filled with regrets or a night to remember.” He tapped your nose once and gave you a smirk before pushing your body down on the pool table.


(The following morning…)

It was noon-ish when you awoke. Your head was slightly spinning and you felt pretty dehydrated from the alcohol you consumed last night.

You sat up and slowly scanned your surroundings to see if you can remember anything from last night. The first thing you noticed is that you’re wearing a t-shirt that is a few sizes too big. Seeing that Kol is asleep next to you in bed shirtless, you assumed that it’s his. Now that’s when the memories of last night came back to you. “Ah shit.” You mouthed to yourself.

Yup, you had sex with Kol last night. Regret wasn’t what you felt, because you do remember the drunk sex being amazing, you were just a little embarrassed because you didn’t want Kol to think that anyone can get inside your pants when you’re drunk.

Seeing that the upper half of his body is without clothes, you were also curious to see if the lower half of him is too. Still sitting up, you lifted up the blanket to get a peek. And damn, that morning wood of his made your jaw drop. “Damn, Kol Mikaelson.” You said accidentally said aloud. From catching yourself, you held your lips together to stay silent, but it failed because you woke up Kol. 

Kol yawned and stretched his arms. “Morning, Y/N.” He said with a raspy voice.

“I cannot believe that happened last night.”

“Well darling, I happen to have no regrets.”

“Oh my god, you must think I’m such a slut.” You whined, sinking yourself lower into the bed.

Kol chuckled. “Nonsense, Y/N. Not the slightest.” He got off of the bed to search for his clothes. “I happen to be thirsty, actually.”

Your eyes lit up at the thought of a nice cold glass of water. “Oh me too. Can you get me a glass of water too, please?”

Kol slid on his boxers, then grabbed his pants to put on next. “You’re quite funny. I wasn’t referring to water. But I’ll bring you back a glass.”

While you’re waiting on Kol to return with your water, you grabbed your phone from the nightstand to make sure you didn’t drunk text anyone or drunk post anything on social media. 

Phew. You’re in the clear.

After a few minutes, Kol arrives and you chug that water like there’s no tomorrow. “Ah.” You said, rolling your eyes in the back of your head.

Kol grinned at you in amusement. “That was my bloody reaction when I got a hold of those blood bags just now.”

You hear Rebekah’s voice grow as she’s walking in. “Brunch is here if you’re hungry, Kol.” Seeing that you’re in Kol’s bed, her lips parted in surprise. “You two?” She questioned, with one hand of her hip and the other hand, pointing two fingers at you both.

“Uh…” Both you and Kol said, being speechless.

“Never mind that. Feel free to come down you two, if you’re hungry.” Rebekah quickly walked out.

For the next few days you couldn’t stop thinking about the night you slept with Kol. You don’t have any romantic feelings for him whatsoever, but the sex was great and you honestly wouldn’t mind doing it again. Plus, you’re not sleeping around with anyone else at the moment, so you don’t think there’s any harm if it’s with the same person again. Your plan was to confront Kol about it the next time you saw him.

Knocking on the door of the Mikaelson’s home, Klaus opened the door with a smile. “Fancying seeing you, love. Let me guess-” He glanced up while pointing his index finger up as if he was thinking. “-you’re looking for Kol?”

Well damn. Klaus knows about it too. You figured Rebekah told him after she saw you in Kol’s bed. “Very funny, Klaus. And yes I am.” You walked inside, not caring to wait for an invitation inside. “Where is he?”

“He’s here. In his room, i assume.” Klaus replied. 

You made your way to Kol’s bedroom, but saw that he wasn’t in there so you just made yourself comfortable in his bed while you waited.

After 10 minutes, Kol entered the room with a towel wrapped around his waist. Your presence startled him, making him jump. “Bloody hell, Y/N. You frightened the hell out of me.”

“We need to talk about something.” You sat at the edge of the bed and patted your hand on the mattress for Kol to sit down.

“About?” He questioned.

“Don’t worry, it’s not bad. Actually. It’s good. Maybe?” You questioned your statement a bit because it was good for you, but you weren’t exactly confident if it’s a positive thing for him. So to the hell with it.

“Alright, darling. Spit it out.”

“So I have this idea. First off, we’re both adults here. You know, you’re hot and I’m hot.” You pointed at Kol, then back at yourself. “You’re single and I’m single. I also know that we’re both not looking for a relationship, nor are we sleeping with anyone else.” Being good friends with Kol, you’re definitely confident that he isn’t sleeping with anyone else because he practically tells you everything.

“Ah, I see where you’re headed with this. So you want to be, what do the Americans call it?” Kol paused to think. “Oh that’s right. Fuck buddies. Am I correct?”

“Yeah.” You laughed at Kol. “Or a classier name would be: friends with benefits.”

“Brilliant.” Kol agrees with your idea. “So you think I’m hot?” He joked with a smirk on his face and you rolled your eyes at his cockiness.

“But. There has to be rules involved. We have to vow not to let ourselves gain feelings for the other. And, if one of us wants to cut it off for whatever reason, the other has to agree.”

“Agreed.” 

“Good. So-”

Kol cuts you off. “So technically, this friends with benefits thing starts like now now?”

“Yes?” You answered, tilting your head.

Kol stands up confidently in front of you, looking very eager. “Come on then. On your knees.” He put one hand on his hip and the other pointing his finger down at his crotch.

You chuckled while shaking your head in disagreement. “What? Are you serious?”

“Well darling, you’re the one that said. So come on, I want your mouth to work its magic again.”

You noticed his hard member poking through towel and thought ‘fuck it’. So you hopped off of the bed and obeyed Kol’s command.



And there it was. A month goes by and the vow that the two of you made did not go broken. It’s actually been pretty fun. There would be nights where the two of you would go out drinking together, which obviously led to fucking. Whether it be in his car, in the shower or in his bed. 

But, there was a period where Kol’s siblings voiced their opinions to him about the thing that you two have.

Rebekah: “I’m just warning you Kol, this is going to end one way and one way only.”

Kol: “And how is that?”

Rebekah: “What if one of you ends up gaining feels and the other doesn’t feel the same? Someone is going to get hurt.”

Kol: “And that’s where you’re wrong, Rebekah. Y/N and I have a made our own vow to not allow that to happen.”

Rebekah: “Elijah, please tell me that what Kol and Y/N are doing is wrong.”

Elijah: “Rebekah, I believe our dear brother is quite old enough to make his own choices.”

Klaus: “What Elijah said. You know, to each their own.”


Today you’re going out for lunch with your girlfriends to catch up on the latest gossip. Elena and Caroline feel the same way that Rebekah does about this whole situation with you and Kol, but Bonnie is happy as long as you’re happy.

Since Klaus will be away for a week, he allowed you to take over his master bedroom in the meantime.

It was about two hours before the scheduled time to head out, so you hopped in the nice and steamy shower. Soaking up all that warmth made you want to stay in here for hours. You were rinsing off your conditioner as you’re getting lost in your thoughts, until all of a sudden it was interrupted. “What the hell, Kol?!” Being distracted by your thoughts, you didn’t see Kol come into the bathroom until he opened the shower door.

“May I join?” He asked, wearing nothing but boxers and jeans.

“Um no. I’m actually just finishing up. How did you even get in here?” You focused on rinsing whatever conditioner was remaining on your hair.

“Learn to lock the door, love.” Kol started unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans, letting his jeans fall to the floor. “How about a quickie then?” He smiled, revealing his teeth.

You rolled your eyes and turned off the shower. “No I have to hurry up and get ready.” You reached your arm out for Kol’s cue to hand you your towel, which he does willingly and you walked out to dry yourself off.

Kol removes his boxers and gets in the shower, moving the knob to turn it on. “Your loss.” He joked.