it happens to best of us sometimes

ok so there’s a game me and my friends play called “don’t get me started” and basically someone gives another person a random topic and they have to go on an angry rant about it and it’s the best thing that’s ever happened to us at parties and car rides so I highly recommend playing sometimes with your friends


We do the best we can. But at the end of the day… what happens to them, how they turn out… that’s bigger than us. Sometimes they’ll make good decisions. Sometimes bad decisions. And every once in a while, they’re gonna do something that’s gonna knock us off our feet. Something that exceeds even our wildest dreams.

I don’t miss you as much anymore. Sometimes you cross my mind but not like you use to. I remember when I thought that I couldn’t live without you and looking back on it, you were the best and worst thing that happened to me. Its been hard, its been so hard to get over you but looking back on it time passes, and the more you live your life and create new habits, you get used to not having a text message every morning saying, ‘Hello, beautiful. Good morning.’ You get used to not calling someone at night to tell him how your day was. You replace these old habits with new habits. As time goes on, you get better, but only with time. You still see them and a spark is there, your mind still races when you see them, its going to, you use to love that person with every inch of your soul, with every emotion you could possibly have. Its just not the same anymore.


Kaitlyne Smith

I can’t believe how some people don’t understand the message the new Steven Universe episode gave. And some hated it because it wasn’t exactly a continuation of the main story. I thought it was great. Because it reminded us to keep family together, especially during these Thanksgiving times. That sometimes families have rough times, and that we should try our best to be optimistic. And if one of our family members is a bigot, then we can try to make a pathway for change. Idk that’s what I got from the episode, and I think it’s beautiful. Whether the same can happen to your family or not, I hope everyone has a lovely Thanksgiving

Let’s turn the Patater traits on their head cause it’s gonna be fun:

Kent, who, after the near death of his boyfriend (fuck buddy?) decides he’s going to be more attuned to the people around him. Mother hens the shit out of his team, knows when they’re feeling down as soon as they walk through the door. He’s never gonna let what happened to Jack happen to anyone else he’s supposed to be looking after. Sometimes he can use his intuition to manipulate people, but he would argue that it’s justified, that it’s for the best (that doesn’t make of okay kent)

Alexei, who, because of his size and his handsome-but-shouldnt-be looks, has become accustomed to being a one night stand. No one’s interested in a conversation with him, not when they can barely understand his accent over the bone-rattling bass in the club. Even when they slip away to the hotel, or sometimes just the bathroom, they don’t have much else to say except one word commands: “Harder,” “Faster,” “More.” This works fine, because he doesn’t spend more than a night in any city, and hockey is more important to him than a relationship.

I used to hate fucking up.

Well, who doesn’t. Failure sucks. Making mistakes sucks. I would work myself into a hideous state trying to avoid it. And then when it inevitably happened anyway, either because perfectionist self-sabotage kicked in or because sometimes your best isn’t good enough, I would hate myself.

Anyway I was thinking about this because I was teaching a lesson last week and the kids I was teaching spotted a mistake in how I’d graded their work. It was a big, embarrassing, obvious error, and I’d made it several times. They showed me where I’d gone wrong, and the bit of the textbook that they’d all read and I clearly hadn’t, and it should have been super embarrassing.

I couldn’t stop smiling.

It was so good watching them be confident enough to correct their teacher. They clearly thought it was weird I wasn’t bothered. But I was so proud of them! And if they hadn’t corrected me, I would have gone on being wrong!

‘I love making mistakes,’ I told them without thinking about it, still grinning. ‘It means I learned a thing.’

They stared a bit, but then they were like: huh. Okay. The lesson kept going. And they were a little less cautious about saying what they thought than usual. After all, making mistakes is fine.

Sure, part of me was thinking stuff from teacher training - every part of a lesson is teaching, not just the parts where you’re talking about your subject; you’re a Functional Adult role model as well as a source of specialist knowledge; if you don’t demonstrate how to handle errors and setbacks then the kids will not learn how to do it -

but like. It wasn’t an act. I genuinely was super happy I made that mistake, and made it in front of them, and learned from it. Once I wouldn’t have been. But I spent enough time faking ‘failure is not a big deal’ for Role Model purposes that it turned out to be true.

Sure, fucking up sucks. But it’s also kind of great. It means you learned a thing.

An appeal

I’m exhausted. I will be as brief as possible.

For the world, compassion – the saying goes. But one of the greatest lessons is that the world is indifferent. I know that, but nonetheless: I create something, and I dare to share it. Each time it is a risk, because each time there is the chance that someone (indifferent to me and my struggles) will trample over my goodwill and abuse my trust. Editing. Reproduction. Reselling. Unauthorised use.

It happens. It’s happened a lot over the years. I deal with it. Compassion – it’s necessary. People don’t care. Okay. I understand.

I understand, but it is really, really wearing me down.

I am not asking that you behind your screen appreciate that for each drawing I claw my way up the steep blank canvas; that I try to find the best part of myself (such as I can manage); that I sometimes put my head in my hands, hating everything but most of all despising my own lack of ability, defeated. I am not asking for that. I am asking only that you show me decent human courtesy, that when you see a picture that you like, you don’t hurry to do what you want with it but instead endeavour to remember that behind the picture is a person whose back is on the verge of breaking underneath all these straws. That you might take some time to send an email or a message, and then honour the answer when it comes.

I beg: please do not abuse my trust. Please do not redistribute, edit, resell, reproduce or otherwise use my work in any way without my express authorisation. Please don’t ignore me when I say “no.”

Please don’t be the final straw.

So after 1x07 am I the only one who thinks that, once everything gets sorted (i.e.: murder pedo guy is killed) and Lukas grows to be comfortable with his sexuality, he is going to be the most affectionate boyfriend in all of existence?
Like, come on, in last week’s episode he was literally all over Philip, and while obviously his relationship with Rose wasn’t the best, he was still very touchy with her, so what’s gonna happen once he gets to be publicly together with the boy he likes?

I’m talking about:
• hand holding all the fucking time
• like oh Philip wants to take a picture of that beautiful sunset while they’re walking together?
• Well he better learn how to use the camera one-handedly because Lukas is not physically capable of letting go
• Philip’s name is quickly forgotten
• in favour of baby, babe, love, sugar, and any other pet name you can think of
• sometimes idiot is also used as a pet name
• people would ask Lukas what’s his boyfriend’s name
• and he’ll just get this really wide smile and won’t be able to answer not because he’s forgotten it because he’s always calling him baby
• but because he gets lost thinking that Philip Shea is his fucking boyfriend and he still can’t believe it
• whenever they’re sitting, they’re just as close as possible without one being on top of the other
• and also somehow Lukas’ arm always ends up around Philip’s shoulders
• he doesn’t even know how his arm ends up there
• but it’s really comfy so like hell he’s moving
• stolen kisses whenever it is possible
• maybe they’re having breakfast with Gabe and then he turns to get another pancake
• and Lukas will just peck Philip’s cheek
• oh Gabe gets another another pancake
• here’s another kiss for you Philip
• and also Lukas sometimes just gets lost while looking at Philip
• he just can’t help it
• they get together to do their maths homework
• and Philip is really concentrated
• and he makes this really adorable whenever he’s confused
• so obviously their ‘homework session’ is just Lukas staring at Philip for like half an hour
• and when Philip realises
• “you know your homework is not getting done by itself right”
• “doesn’t matter I’m just gonna copy yours when you’re done”
• so basically what I’m saying is
• once he becomes comfortable with his sexuality
• Lukas Waldenbeck is gonna be the most affectionate, love-struck boyfriend on this earth

in case someone is in need; here are some mental health/self care/productivity apps i use on a daily basis:

- habitica: a motivator in the form of a rpg where you earn exp and gear and pets by doing daily tasks/keeping up good habits you set for yourself. literally the best thing to have ever happened to me. now i take my meds, drink fluids, brush my teeth and floss, and feel proud when i do even ‘simple’ things like read a book or make a journal page. it’s so fun and there’s so much cool stuff like all the cool gear and pets and classes!!!
- booster buddy: sometimes i need someone to walk me through self care steps and this one’s rly good for that. a wide variety of healthy coping methods to choose from, or if you can’t, the app’s pretty good at suggesting things that might make you feel better!! also helps w keeping track of how your mood has developed over time.
- stop, breathe & think: my fave meditation app, it has rly good tapes and a nice look (complete w pretty virtual stickers you earn). the check in feature asks you to rate your emotional and physical (dis)comfort and choose up to 5 positive/negative emotions and is pretty good at suggesting meditations based on that!
- forest (stay focused): you grow cute trees whenever you don’t look at your phone/use the websites you have listed as distracting!
- viridi: you grow cute succulents (that you get to name), you gotta check them every day to keep them strong (but they won’t ever die even if you don’t so no anx!) and you get a new seed once a week (for when you need smth extra to get you through another work week)!

Forbidden [Kim Jongin] - Part 2

Summary: “I’ve waited a long time for you to
hold your head up and look at me straight” - EXO “Falling For You”

Genere: Angst, fluff, smut (probably future parts)

AU: Royals

Originally posted by intokai

I looked at myself in the mirror. I didn’t see a servant, I saw a princess I used to be. A true lady. The mask was covering my face and the dress was flowing around me. I wished I could wear it everyday.

“You look stunning” said Miyoung

She was right. I really did.

“What time is it” I questioned

“It’s quarter past nine. The party had already begun”

The ballroom was just above seamstresses rooms. We quietly went out and headed to the party. My heart was beating so fast. I was so afraid someone will recognize me. If it happens, firing would be the best punishment. King Doyun was amazing ruler, but sometimes he had no mercy.

When I was about to enter the ballroom, Miyoung grabbed me by my shoulders.

“So, here’s the plan” she looked at me with a seriousness in her eyes “You go there, you start dancing with some random guy then, when you will switch partners, you’re going to do everything to dance with the prince. Do you understand?”

“Yes, but I still don’t think it’s a good idea? I hesitated

“There’s no going back right now” she opened small door for servants and pushed me through it “Good luck!”

Before I could say anything she closed them. Breath caught in my throat. I was standing by the wall of a huge ballroom. The gowns, the ladies were wearing were so amazing, I felt like mine wasn’t enough. My eyes stopped at the royal family. Prince Jongin was standing next to his mother. The mask was covering his face, but he looked just gorgeous. I could see a small smile on his face.

I took a step and I almost fell down. It’s been awhile since I was wearing heels. People started to gather in the middle off the ballroom. It was time to dance. Taking a deep breath, I stood next to a lady in green dress and turned around. My partner was supposed to be a surprise. I felt the tension around me. The music started to play and I turned around.

What I saw, made my heart beat even faster. Prince Jongin was holding his hand out to me. I almost forgot that I was supposed to dance. I grabbed his palm and he pulled me by my waist. I gasped.

“Did I hurt you, miss?” he asked

I shook my head, too shocked to say anything.

I guess Miyoung’s plan didn’t work out. I didn’t have to dance with some random guy because I had prince Jongin from the beginning.

I tried to relax in his arms, but it was impossible. I was dancing with real prince, the prince I fell for. It was almost like a dream come true.

Silent curse escaped my lips, as I stumbled a little.

“I’m sorry” I murmured

“It’s alright” he smiled “I’m supposed to lead”

I felt the warmth from his body. He was so close to me, I could feel his breath on my neck.

“Can I ask you something, miss?” he questioned

“Of course, your highness” I breathed out

“Have we met before?” he looked at me “Because you seem… Somehow familiar”

And that was it. This play is going to end quickly if I don’t think of something. Think, Y/N! Think! Quickly!

“I don’t think it’s possible” I laughed awkwardly

“But you’re voice… It reminds me of someone” prince furrowed his eyebrows at me “Where are you from?”

“I… Um…” I started to stutter “Well… The kingdom I come from isn’t far away”

“Where is it exactly?”

“North” more lies were slipping through my mouth

“It’s not like I’m not happy to see you here, miss” the prince smiled at me “But who invited you here?”

“It was lady Lee, your highness”

His eyes met mine. They were so deep and gentle. I could see a spark of joy and interest in them.

“You are really interesting…” he said “Wouldn’t you mind telling me your name? Since you already know mine”

“I would like to keep it as a secret… At least for now” smile appeared on my face “Your parents didn’t tell you who’s invited to your own birthday party?”

“Not really” he spinned me around

That was really unexpected. My grip tightened on his shoulder.

I knew we were about to switch our partners. I didn’t want it. I wanted to dance with prince Jongin all night. Again and again, and I still wouldn’t get bored.

“Can I show you something?” I heard his voice

I looked at him with astonishment and blinked a few times. His question really shocked me. I didn’t know what to answer. Taking a deep breath, I whispered:

“Can I say ‘no’ to the heir?”

He smiled to me and grabbed my hand. I wasn’t sure if we were allowed to leave the party, but everyone, including the king and the queen, were focused on dancing. We quickly went out of the ballroom and headed to palace’s gardens. I’ve never been there before, but I’ve heard from the people who were working there that they’re really big and beautiful. We went deeper and deeper and I already could say that the rumors were true. It was late night, but I still could see red roses and colorful tulips. Of course, there were many more plants than that. We finally stopped in a small gazebo. It was white with some golden ornamentations.

“Your highness, why did you bring me here?” I asked with confusion

“As I said before, I want to show you something” he replied and came closer to me

He turned me around, so I was facing the entrance to the gazebo.

“Look carefully” his voice was a whisper

I furrowed my eyebrows and after a few seconds, I saw it. Hundreds of fireflies started to fly around the garden. My eyes went wide. It was really beautiful, almost like magic. I’ve never seen something like this before. I felt summer breeze against my skin.

“Every summer night, they appear here” I heard prince’s voice “I haven’t shown it to anyone before”

I laughed quietly.

“I feel honored, your high-”

“Jongin” he interrupted me “Just, Jongin”

“Jongin…” I repeated his name “So… You come here every night?”

“Almost. Sometimes I have too much chores, as a part of the royal family. However, there’s something in this view that helps me relax”

“Yeah…” I let out a sigh “It’s really beautiful”

I turned around. His nose brushed against mine and it made my heart skip. He was so close. I felt blush creeping on my face. The tension between us was almost palpable. His hot breath against my cheek and his hands on my shoulders. He gently moved them to my waist, making me gasp. Suddenly, Jongin used his opportunity and kissed me softly. For the first few seconds, I was standing still, but then I kissed him back. Feeling his lips against mine was completely new experience. I wrapped my arms around his neck and tangled my hand in his silky hair. We got lost in each other. For a while, I forgot he was a prince and I was a servant. We were just Y/N and Jongin. My lungs started to demand air, but then he pulled away slowly and took a deep breath.

“I-I’m sorry…” he stuttered and stepped away from me “I shouldn’t have done that”

“It’s okay” I looked down with embarrassment

I’ve just kissed prince Jongin. I was wondering if I should run away or not.

“Well…” his voice was really quiet “Since we already kissed… Would you tell me your name?”

With a corner of my eye, I saw him taking off his mask. There was a small blush on his face. I brought my shaky hands to my face. I had to do it. I didn’t want to lie to him anymore.

“I won’t tell you my name, but I can do something else” I whispered before taking off my mask “Please, don’t run away”

I looked up at him. Instead of shock, I saw a smile forming on his lips. My heart was beating even faster than before. He was just standing in front of me, and I could feel his intense stare. I opened my mouth to say something, but he came closer to me.

“I knew it from the beginning” he whispered before kissing me again

Author’s note: The gif above is not mine. English is not my first language! Please respect it!

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I Don’t Care (Dylan Strome)

Anonymous said:

Could you do number 34 with dylan strome? ps I really liked your last auston matthews imagine!!

#34: “You broke what?!?” - “Don’t worry, I’m okay.”

Word count: 974

Originally posted by smolsnakeking

You happen to think you have the best boyfriend in the world. Dylan really is a great guy; he always surprises you with your favorite flowers, takes you on little dates on a whim, cooks you breakfast in bed and, most importantly, he cares immensely about you. You haven’t had the greatest luck with relationships, so having Dylan as a boyfriend was something that you really had to get used to. Even though you really did love Dylan and were happy to brag about how great he is, sometimes he acts like a complete idiot.

Alex and Dylan are having one of their ‘bro days,’ which mainly consists of the two of them sitting at someone’s house and being dumbasses together. On this particular day, you’re studying in the den for a big test you have coming up, listening to the sounds of Dylan and Alex messing around in the living room. At one point, you hear the two get hockey sticks out and start calling to each other.

“Do not play hockey in the house!” You yell, not bothering to look up from your textbook.

“Yes, Mom!” Alex calls back at you as you roll your eyes, not giving him the time of day. It’s quieter in the house, so you can only assume that they took their game outside. You get back into the studying zone, intently memorizing the different facts that were mentioned on the study guide, when suddenly it happens.

Shit!” You hear Alex yell out as a loud crash is heard from the next room. You freeze, fearing the worst as you set your books aside.

“Be quiet!” Dylan hisses.

“What did you break?” You ask, not wanting to get up quite yet. Dylan cautiously laughs.

“Definitely not the coffee table!” Alex yells, letting out a yelp immediately after.

“You broke what?” You slowly stand up and make your way to the living room. Dylan and Alex freeze, shuffling to hide the carnage behind them. You clench your jaw and close your eyes, breathing deeply.

“Why in the hell is there a hockey stick through the coffee table?” You ask, deadly calm. Sure enough, there’s a hockey stick sticking straight out of the nice coffee table that your mother had gotten you as a housewarming present when you and Dylan had moved.

“Don’t worry, I’m okay.” Dylan says sarcastically. You shoot him a glare that causes his gaze to wither under you. You open your mouth, trying to figure out what to say before finally just closing it again, clenching your hands at your sides. You’re pretty sure that you’ve never been this upset at Dylan before, not even when he accidentally sent a nude photo of you to half of his contacts. Your eyes well up with tears as you turn away, walking quickly to the bedroom so that Dylan can’t see how upset you are about a damn coffee table.

After slamming and locking the door behind you, you slide down the door and fall to the floor, crying. In all honesty, you’re not quite sure why you’re so upset about the table. It is just a piece of furniture, after all. Really, though, you think that you’re so upset because Dylan just doesn’t listen to you. Everything you say or do, he usually always counters with a snarky remark before continuing on with what he was doing. You always tell him that he’s going to break something if he doesn’t listen to you, and now it’s finally happened. You can faintly hear the front door opening and closing, but at this point you don’t really care. ‘Let them run to their friends and tell them all about how Dylan’s crazy girlfriend snapped,’ you think. ‘I don’t care anymore.’

You wake up to the door jabbing you in the back. You groan and roll over, holding a hand up to your eyes in an attempt to block out the light suddenly streaming into the room. You can see Dylan’s silhouette against the light, a shy smile on his face.

“Babe?” He leans down, stroking your hair from your face. “(Y/N), hey, you awake?” You nod and mumble out what you think is a response. “Why’d you fall asleep on the floor?” He asks. You shrug, sitting up.

“I just did.” You’re still the slightest bit mad at him for what he did, even though you shouldn’t be. Dylan holds out a hand.

“Can you come with me for a minute? I have a surprise for you.” You shoot him a curious look, not quite sure what the surprise is. You take his hand anyways, letting him lead you to the living room. You gasp when you reach the living room, hands flying up to your face.

There’s rose petals everywhere as soft music plays on the speakers, the only light in the room coming from the candles strategically placed throughout the room. The centerpiece, however, is the new coffee table, which has petals in the shape of a heart on it.

“Oh, Dylan.” You breathe out, not sure what else to say. “You did this for me?” Dylan shrugs and rubs the back of his neck.

“We should have listened to you. I’m so sorry for being the biggest dumbass in the world. Forgive me?” He asks sheepishly. You look at him for a few long moments before quickly walking towards him and pressing your lips roughly against his. Dylan’s taken aback at first, but quickly responds to the kiss, throwing his arms around you and falling back onto the couch with you. You finally break the kiss, breathlessly grinning at him.

“You’re forgiven. But if you break another coffee table it’s going to take at least double the amount of candles you have tonight.” Dylan laughs and kisses your nose as your eyes flutter.


Dating Sam Winchester would involve...

-Him protecting you at all costs

-And vise-versa 

-Gentle nose kisses

-Dean loving you because you make his little brother happy

-Loud sex

-Rough sex

-Angry sex

-Just a lot of sex

-Him admiring your body

-Looking after you on your period

-Curling up together and reading a series of books

-Him always kissing you in front of Dean because it pisses him off

-You running his hands through his hair

-Him adoring it

-Being the one he wants to spend the rest of his life with

-Desperately wanting kids

-Hunting together

-Angels and Demons trying to use you to get to Sam

-Him tending to you whenever you’re hurt

-’You’re the best thing that ever happened to me’

-Forehead kisses

-Showering and taking baths together 

-Him calling you baby when you’re upset

-Both of you petrified of losing each other

-Carrying you to bed when you fall asleep

-Clinging to him when he tries to put you down

-Him being big spoon, you being little spoon

-Sometimes vise-versa

-You wearing his clothes

-Him getting turned on when you wear his clothes

-You practically worshiping him when he feels insecure

-The two of you being unconditionally in love

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Sex changes a bed. Before it happens it’s a place of potential, afterwards it can be a number of things. Sometimes it’s warm, comforting, the best place in the world. Sometimes it’s cold, awkward, a place you’re waiting to leap out of, desperate for the moment that doing so won’t make you seem awful. Sometimes, thinks Matteusz, it becomes empty, even when there’s still a Charlie in it.
Charlie’s staring up at the ceiling but his eyes are working in reverse. He’s looking inside, he’s lost in his own head. This is not the first time. Matteusz is used to self-absorbed. He’s known a lot of self-absorbed. Charlie is different. Matteusz sometimes thinks Charlie’s head contains more than he’ll ever be able to imagine.
—  Joyride, a Class novel by Guy Adams
I used to find it hard to believe that you did not choose me. That you did not recognize how much I adored you, how much I cared and cherished you. I used to get mad because, how did you not see that I was the right person for you? We were best friends, inseparable, constantly together. Yet you weren’t able to look at me the way you looked at the girl you barely knew and wanted. It took years to realize that the reason you did not choose me wasn’t because of how I looked, or how I acted, but because sometimes, it just isn’t meant to happen.
—  celeste antu || an excerpt from a book ill never write
lee hi

한숨 (breathe) - lee hi
composed by: kim jonghyun + wefreaky
lyrics by: kim jonghyun
arranged by: philtre (planet shiver)
translation by: @ikon0t7

take a deep breath;
so that either side of your heart becomes numb.
exhale one more time.

until you feel the slightest of pain;
it’s alright if you feel so full of air;
that you feel,
nothing’s left inside you anymore.
no one’s blaming you.
it’s alright ot make mistakes sometimes.
it happens to the best of us.
the words, “it’s okay” -
they may be nothing but words,
but isn’t there a day that i can,
do something about somebody’s sigh?
that deep breath of sorrow.
i can’t understand your innermost thoughts;
but that’s okay. i’ll take you in my embrace.
i’ll take you in my embrace.

to others, your sigh may seem
like one of tiredness, but i know
that you spent an entire day
so different that the smallest breathe is hard to breathe.
don’t think of that any longer; take a deep breath.

but, isn’t there a way that i can
do something about somebody’s sigh?
that deep breath of sorrow;
i can’t understand your innermost thoughts.
but that’s okay. i’ll take you into my embrace.
you’ve done so well.

anonymous asked:

How would the RFA + V and Saeran react to a bilingual MC, who uses a word in another language when she can't think of the right one in the language she's speaking? (I do this a lot with French + English, and my friends who don't speak French always give me weird looks :( )


The language I picked was the language (Punjabi) I speak at home, but I didn’t know how to spell it in english but I tried my best!!! (Most of these are actually my own experience) (Also sorry I didn’t use several languages, i just like putting my own personal stuff in here sometimes) 404 did the non-Punjabi ones! ~ Admin 626

-He convinced you to play LOLOL with him!!!
-Big mistake
-He knew that he could get loud and angry when something happened, but…
-Did not expect you to get so loud!!!!
-You said it fairly often, and he knows it’s another language, but…. WHAT WERE YOU SAYING?
-He’s asked you constantly what it means but you….couldn’t…..think of the right words?
-”It means… um…. Well. It means… Oh my god? What are the words?
-Scared the hell out of him when you yelled “FUCKING HELL” out of nowhere one day and you had to explain that  you finally remembered what you were trying to say!!! Only this time, not in Swedish!!
-MC!!! BAD!!!
- lowkey google translates anything you can’t remember for you

-The two of you were coming home from a completely boring party you had to attend
-It was full of big, important business owners and directors and you just couldn’t stand it!!!
-”HOW in the WORLD do they run their businesses??”
-”I know! They’re such…. Um… uh, como se dice…pendejos??”
-”I agree, they did seem to be lacking in the knowledge department.”
- okay that wasn’t what i asked exactly but thanks
-This happens more than you’d like to admit, but it’s a good thing he can speak Spanish
-He’ll always understand you, whether you’re speaking in Spanish or not!!!
-”Jumin? Como se dice gato?” “MC, that’s a simple word. It’s cat. How could you forget?”
-”Do you want some… some.. Um… Vino?” “? Wine? Yes, MC, please.”
-YOU’RE SO GRATEFUL THAT HE CAN UNDERSTAND YOU where would you be if he didn’t translate for you???
-He notices when you’re quiet in public and realizes that you probably just can’t think of the correct word outside of Spanish, so he’ll answer you quietly just so you don’t get embarrassed what a cutie omg

-”Shit… what’s the word again….”
-??? So you ask him what word he’s thinking of. He didn’t figure you’d know but he told you anyway
-”I forgot the word for ‘safinat fadayiya’”
-????? Did he not realize you’ve been able to get into his house since the beginning
-Now the two of you speak Arabic around the others just to be jerks
-Not even Jumin knows Arabic
-You don’t say anything meaningful, either. It’s usually random sentences!
-So every time you forget a word, he’s got your back! So long as you you do the same for him
-Except if you forget a word at the gate, he’ll let you suffer and laugh at you
-Well!!!! Until you get angry enough at least. Then he’ll let you in and hide from your cute wrath

-He didn’t even know you could speak another language
-Honestly always thought that you were muttering or making words up
-That’s why he always gave you a weird look
-One day though, you were mid-conversation with him and blanked on the word
-”Do you want to go get…. Um. Get…crème glacée?”
-”….Get what?”
-”Crème glacée. You know… the uh, frozen milk stuff you like to eat!”
-”You..mean ice cream? You’re saying ice cream?”
-”YES! YES HEY!!! That thing! Thank you!”
-”What the hell was that? Made up words? What the fuck?”
-Saeran it….. Was….. French, sweetheart. Not made up
-??? He was really confused but took your word for it
-Tries to learn French secretly so he can help you next time instead of looking at you like you were crazy

- you’re actually lowkey worried about him???
- He’s so pretty!!!
- What if he gets jinxed and he becomes ugly because his looks are shown off so much??? Literally my grandma has said this to me and my cousin after she and i dressed up one time
- you always try to encourage him to wear sweats and other lowkey clothing so no one will be drawn to him! (of course only when you two are trying to do something in public together, you wouldnt try to get him to do that for anything job related)
- but he just doesn’t get it??? He never listens to you but you never really explain why bc you feel so embarrassed believing in this!!!
- but one day you two get into a terrible argument about this
- “I just don’t get it! Are you jealous of the other girls giving me attention?”
- You start tearing up because that’s so far from it, you completely trust him
- “Nazaar, okay?! I just don’t anything happening to you!!!”
- Zen is just like wtf did u just say, was that even human or are you just choking wtf
- “Oh god sorry, I didn’t mean to use Punjabi but I don’t know another word for it. It’s kinda like jinxing but it’s more intense? But basically by showing off your looks, other people might want something bad to happen to you and you might turn ugly!”
- but he understands it’s part of your ritual and he lets you do these little rituals to ward away the “nazaar” because it’s cute that you worry that much <3

- you’re helping out at the shop when you run out of cardamom to put in the chai! sUCH A TRAGEDY
- but you can’t remember what it’s called??? You can’t tell Jaehee???
- “MC, what’s wrong?
- “We’re out of that one spice!!!”
- you decide fuck it and you’re like “We’re out of leche!!!”
- Jaehee goes wide eyed because you can speak another language wtf
- She actually knew what you were saying because Jaehee knows Hindi and that overlaps with your language a lot
-yes Jaehee knows Hindi don’t question it okay
-You two start trash talking the customers in Hindi/Punjabi

- This boy got a cute owl figurine at a store!!!
-smh what a hipster *eye roll*
- He puts it in your room bc it’s so cute!!!
- but when you see it, you freak out???
- “wait what’s wrong with it MC???”
- “Nazaar lagna!”
- He just looks at you like ??? what did you say to him???
- What did you just say about his son
- “Oh sorry um, in my culture, owls are considered bad luck?”
- okay but what u did u just say MC udumbhoe
- “I just said you jinxed me, I mean it’s worse than a jinx but that’s the best way I can say it”
- He spends the rest of the night asking you to say other words in Punjabi cause it’s so pretty
-asks you to call him Daddy in your language (just kidding that’s Jumin)