life was simpler when

ok tumblr i am in the middle of a drive that is supposed to take 9 hours but it has already been 7 and there are 4 or 5 left and i just stood up for the first time in 5.5 hours and omg this is the worst maybe send me things? funny and/or interesting posts and asks and things? I get to stand up again in another 2-3 and my brain is desperate for fodder help tumblr-wan kenobi you’re my only hope

y-day we went to a friend’s wedding, although i’m really not a big fan of parties or social gatherings. a few years ago, i would’ve been an awkward lil bean and wouldn’t have known what to say or how to behave around a bunch of strangers, but y-day i went there with the ‘life is so much simpler when you stop explaining yourself to ppl and just do what works for you’ attitude and it really worked. i danced when i felt like dancing, i started conversations when i was in the mood, etc etc. i actually had a great time.

i was full of confidence and it felt amazing. :)

A Viperous Masquerade: Chapter Four

Genre: Gang/Mafia AU

Pairing: Reader/Jimin (ft. Jungkook)

Word Count: 3,214

Summary: As the leader of one of South Korea’s most feared, rouge gangs, your time for trivial problems is limited. However, when you attempt to stop the growth of a massive crime ring using a rival gang leader’s son, you soon realize that juggling power and emotions will be more difficult than you thought.

Chapter One - Chapter Two - Chapter Three - Chapter Four - To Be Continued

“You wear a mask for so long, you forget who you were beneath it.”

Alan Moore


Memories were peculiar things.

No matter how many pieces of life one experienced, there were always those certain moments that seemed clearer than the rest. You could tell a lot about a person by the things they remembered.

When you were younger, when life was simpler, your father would always take you on hunting trips. How precious those moments spent with him were. Looking back, you could still picture the lush, green forests, the towering mountain ranges and the kind smile your father always seemed to wear. You could still recollect the damp smell of the muddy leaves as he took your hand in his, helping you to leap over puddles dotting the dirt trail. You recalled the peaceful silence, your father’s quiet voice, and the glaring glint of the weapon in his hands.

In the midst of the memory, you remembered watching with baited breath as a young buck emerged from the woods and into the clearing. Standing on four powerful legs, rays from the sun had illuminated the creature’s regal stance while your father shifted his gun to position.

As the bullet clicked into place, the sound echoed through the serene woods, turning the attention of the buck towards the disturbance. Frozen in place, you had watched mesmerized as the animal stood paralyzed, its gaze locked in your direction.

Before the memory faded back to a mindless blur, your father raised his shotgun. In one swift motion, a sharp crack erupted from the weapon and the beast had crumpled to the forest floor. A life ended in mere seconds.

It was its eyes that were the clearest part of your memory. Dark and unmoving, however, utterly intriguing. Even from your childhood, you could still recall how your heart pounded as you met the beast’s stare. How interesting that even the most noble of creatures could be reduced to nothing. How exhilarating it was to know that every living thing was entirely at another’s mercy.

Now here you were, faced with those same eyes, and that same captivating stare. Perhaps, Park Jimin really was no different than an animal.

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