little doses

Kurt Cobain: was mentally and physically abused by his biological father because he had ADHD and was hyperactive which bothered his dad.

Kurt Cobain: his parents didn’t want him to play with poor kids because he was “better than them” and he was forced to wear a sweater he was allergic to so his mom would brag how her kids “were the best dressed kids in town”

Kurt Cobain: thought he was the reason of his parents divorce since his parents usually argued about his up-bringing which made him feel guilty and embarassed 

Kurt Cobain: witnessed his mother being abused by her boyfriend who once broke her arm and felt guilty because he couldn’t do anything about it

Kurt Cobain: moved to live with his dad in a trailer trying to improve their relationship but his dad ended up marrying another woman after promising his 10 year old son not to remarry

Kurt Cobain: couldn’t get along with his step-mom because he felt that if he would love her he would betray his mom and because his father treated his step-siblings better than him which made him withdrawn and deprssed 

Kurt Cobain: he had minor scoliosis but both of his parents didn’t care which caused several physical problems in the future mainly his stomach problems

Kurt Cobain: was forced by his father to practice sports and left his father’s house when he was 14 after a huge argument because he lost a wrestling match 

Kurt Cobain: his mother didn’t want him to come live with her so he had to move from relative to relative. None of his relatives afforded his stay which made him feel depressed and un-wanted

Kurt Cobain: moved to live with his mom and her husband and he was constantly abused by his step-dad for being a virgin and single and often called him “loser” and “faggot”

Kurt Cobain: was bullied in high school for being friends with a gay boy and because he was intersted in arts while the other boys were interested in sports

Kurt Cobain: started smoking pot when he was 13 to deal with his depression and his mother didn’t bother to stop him because she was also smoking pot that she hid in her jewerly box and she even once took a drag from her son’s joint at a party

Kurt Cobain: got kicked out of his mom’s house at 17 because he brought a girl with him to impress his step-dad who would always brag about how many girls he slept with when he was in Kurt’s age

Kurt Cobain: was homeless when he was just 17 and he would sometimes sleep in the library, in the hospital waiting room or on cardboards and he NEVER complained to anyone about it

Kurt Cobain: had to quit school at 18 to find a job to afford his bread and rent a dirty and smelly shack and he went through several jobs including being a janitor at his own high school

Kurt Cobain: he was kicked out of his appartements several times because he couldn’t afford to pay the rent until moving in with his first girlfriend when he was 21

Kurt Cobain: suffered from severe stomach problems because he had  a pinched nerve in his spine caused by his untreated scoliosis and he didn’t talk about it because he didn’t want to bother people which later made him medicate himself using heroin in littles doses to kill the pain   

Kurt Cobain: would sometimes stop in the middle of the performance to check if the people who stage dived were ok

Kurt Cobain: heard the story of a 14 year old girl who got raped and wrote a song about her (Polly) 

Kurt Cobain: hated sexists, racists and homophobes and didn’t want them to come to his shows and always expressed his annoyance because of their presence

Kurt Cobain: respected women dearly and encouraged feminist movements (like Riot Grrrls) 

Kurt Cobain: tried to quit drugs and went to rehab twice in a row. Once when his wife was pregnant and a second time when his daughter was born

Kurt Cobain: accepted to play a benefit for rape survivors in Bosnia and Herzegovina and didn’t get a dime for his performance

Kurt Cobain: wrote a song about rape (Rape Me) because he wanted to attract media’s attention to that issue and kept playing it despite the critics and the controversy that surrounded the song

Kurt Cobain: played a gay rights benefit supporting No-on-Nine

Kurt Cobain: stopped in the middle of the song to defend a girl who was being harrassed and kicked the man out of the show after making him feel ashamed about himself

Kurt Cobain: used his fame to promote good bands who weren’t famous and was bothered by media’s focus on his band only and openly expressed how he thought bands like Soundgarden and Alice In Chains were better and deserve more recogniation

Kurt Cobain: didn’t want to be called “a voice of a generation” because his drug use was exposed and he didn’t want to influence anybody negatively and he felt that he was judged by media which deepened his depresion because of his insecurity and made his drug addiction worse

Media: Kurt Cobain was a rock star junkie who hated fame and commited suicide because of it at age 27

People: Kurt Cobain is an emo pussy! He was a coward for killing himself and he was a junkie loser! He was always complaining about how his life sucked and the only thing he did is whine and sing about depression!

{PART 26} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut

Summary; Jungkook attempts to do the impossible; keep Yoongi under control for as long as he can in his own Manor. But, after an unsuspecting escalation - everything ends in tears…and blood.

“How sobering it is, to love something that evil can corrupt”

  • || Warning: This chapter contains violence and some scenes that readers may find upsetting ||

I update this series every Tuesday evening, 9pm-10pm (UK Time) 

{Part 1} // {Part 25} {Part 26} {Part 27}

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Sidlink AU

Sidlink AU where Hyrule is starting to thrive again. Sadly the Zora King get’s weak and dies before he is able to see it go back to it's state in it’s glory days. Making Sidon the King. Taking this as his opportunity to make Link his forever he carefully plans a way of proposing to his Hylian boyfreind. It goes a little south but he dose so anyways and Link accepts Happily. Making him the second King of the Zora. They, After a lot of thinking and talking, decide to adopt a Gerudo child and not long after that give her a little sibling by adopting a Goron child.
(Just fluff and Sidon/Link being great dads)

Bag Essentials (for everyone really)

I know there are a million posts like this, but this is also partially for my own reference.  And also a call for others to add anything that’s missing!  Stay safe!

  • tampons - I mean, you know why.
  • tweezers - not just for stray hairs, but also splinters/dry skin on your face/etc.
  • mirror - to check yourself before you wreck yourself.
  • chapstick - I like to wait until the moment before I arrive to apply lipstick so it’s fresh.  I wear chapstick the whole way there so that my lips are soft when I do apply lipstick.  This is good for days you don’t wear makeup anyway.
  • mascara and eyeliner pencil/an angle brush - you can use the angle brush to tap the end of the mascara wand and apply it as eyeliner, then follow up with mascara.  Fleeky in a pinch.
  • concealer - unless you have amazing skin, which I sure af don’t.
  • napkins/tissues - some countries don’t have toilet paper everywhere.  Also good for spills or a runny nose.
  • hair ties - tie back hair or use to tie your shirt or hold something in place
  • safety pins - wardrobe saviors
  • bobby pins - for flyaways/bangs if they’re being annoying.
  • bill check marker or whatever it’s called I can’t think of it - especially if you don’t know/trust the guy
  • pen - a nice-ish one (I like Paper Mate InkJoy because it looks professional enough and is smooth) that won’t leak or break but also won’t cost you a million dollars to buy and replace as needed.
  • phone charger - you never know.  Doesn’t have to be your turbo charger, something small for emergencies.
  • brush ups - those finger strip toothbrush things in case of bad breath or unexpected overnights
  • gum - optional, I like it in case of bad breath.
  • Plan B - I always have this on hand just in case.  The sooner you take it after unprotected sex, the more effective it is.  The packaging is too big for the pill, so I like to cut around the plastic so it’s just a little square with the pill in it.
  • perfume sample - they sell tiny sample bottles or a lot of times you can get them free at places like Sephora.  These are great for travel.
  • slip of paper/notepad - to write things like your phone number on.  A couple post-it notes will do fine.
  • sunglasses - protect your eyesight and the sensitive skin around your eyes from the sun.
  • nail clippers - get rid of hangnails or trim strings from clothing or even hairs (like eyebrows)
  • Advil - nothing ruins the mood like a headache.  I am super injury-prone, so I take this a lot because having a sore back is NOT sexy.  You can buy cute little pill cases, or they sell travel bottles and little packets with one dose at drug stores.
  • Band-Aids - for cuts or blisters so you don’t have to bleed everywhere or walk in pain
  • water-based lube - they sell small bottles of this.  Make sure you don’t use an oil as this will break down condoms.
  • condoms - like at least 3.  As many as you can fit/feel comfortable with.  But at least 3 per person you plan on seeing.
  • a clean pair of underwear - a thong is fine and usually takes up less space, just something to change into if you need to.
  • (optional) oil-absorbing sheets or blotterazzi by beauty blender - my skin is super oily, and these things absorb oil so you don’t have to apply more makeup and risk caking.

Honestly this stuff could all fit in a clutch bag (maybe not the phone charger and lube depending on the size).  Please feel free to add things!  xoxoxo

No props, no photoshop, no fancy outfits or blankets. Just natural light and a supermodel newborn!

The Foxhole Court, Chapter 12 – Road Trip To Embarrass… Who Again?

In which the squad goes to a talk show, wake-up calls go wrong, Neil goes live on national television, shipping goes well, and I go nuts, just a little bit.

Sounds good? Then it’s time for Nicki to read The Foxhole Court.

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633 // Manila, Ortigas late afternoon: And the sky cried and bleed colors out of the ordinary

Have you guys took time and looked up in the sky today? I bet you guys did not. Right? Too bad. After the heavy rainfall awhile ago, the sky burst out a combination of blue-pink-orange-red colors. It’s like someone has intentionally painted it in this hue.

This isn’t a color-processed photos. It is what it is. It would have been great if someone was there to take a photo of me while looking at it because everything may come out like it has visual effect created in a specific gradient.

Breathtaking, to be honest.

My Favorite One (Jay Park x Reader)

Requested by anon. This came out super long, i’ve just being very creative these days so I hope you guys like it. Enjoy!

Originally posted by mvssmedia


You and Jay met because of Kiseok, Kiseok wanted to collaborated with you when you just a rookie, he was the reason you got signed in brand new since your song became a hit and your name got around to the khiphop community. You became a regular visitor at the AOMG building, and Jay had taken a liking towards you.

You had a thing for Jay since you met him. To you he was extremely handsome and a funny,caring guy and there was nothing more you could have asked? But to Jay you seemed to appear like a little sister, you tried to be more sexy, try to flirt with him and maybe get more appealing to him. Nothing seemed to work, he just brushed it off like anything else, to be honest with yourself you were just about to give up, when something happened.

——————————–

“Where’s (y/n)?”

He asked Seonghwa. You never really went out with them, your excuse was that you didn’t drink or smoke and you didn’t stay up late, which was true but the real reason was that you didn’t want to see any girl getting close to Jay. Kiseok forced you to tag along, after he used the “you owe me” card after he took care of you when you were sick for a few days.

“I think she went to the ladies room or something”

Jay was getting nervous. It’s been 30 minutes since you left and that was not normal for you, normally you just stood put in the booth, scrolling through your phone or talking to someone. He decided to take it upon himself and go look for you, just to be safe that nothing bad was happening. He tried to convince himself that he felt that way because you were younger and inexperienced when it came to clubs, although deep down inside he knew that it was more than that.

He lost it when he saw the scene. You were by the bathroom doors, shaking and squirming around to get away from the man that had you pushed against the wall. He runned to you in the speed of light, pushing people and not even turning to see if he hurt someone, he just wanted to get to you as fast as possible.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

He said as he pushed the guy away, thanking himself for actually going to the gym on a daily bases. He stood in front of you- even though you were taller because of the heels-

“Who the hell are you?”

“Someone that knows when a girl looks like she is about to cry, you leave her alone”

“Jay, it’s okay. Let’s just go”

You said as you got in between them, your big eyes looking straight at him. For some reason, he felt much more calmer, his breathing got back to normal as he focused on your facial features.

“Let’s take some fresh air. Please leave us alone”

You reffered to the other man as you grabbed Jay’s hand to lead him outside the club. You felt a bit flattered for a second, he fought for your safety, that died down a second after when you thought that he might have done it our of friendly love.

“If I was a minute late”

“But you weren’t, everything is fine Jay”

“No it isn’t (y/n), he would have swallowed you up, why did you leave?”

“Look at me… calm down and take a deep breath in”

You instructed him as you placed your cold hands on his cheeks. He did as he was told, as the anger left another feeling took over, he didn’t know if it was love, lust or adoration, all he knew was that it was a sweet type of feeling that came from your eyes and your painted lips.

Your lips…. oh those soft lips that he had seen so many times. He started to slowly lean in, getting closer to you and you had no intentions of stopping him.

You felt his lips touch yours and it felt like satin went over your lips. So soft, so warm, so full, you didn’t want to pull away not even for a breath. His hands snaked over you, making your bodies touch and feel the fabrics rub against each other.

This was something he always wanted to do, but he was never brave enough to do. With alcohol in his system and a little dose of adrenaline it made him brave enough to calim your lips as his. The kiss was passionate yet soft, he treated you like a precious thing that he loved but was too scared to harm. Even though your naked arms felt like ice because of the cold wind, even though your lungs screamed for a breath and your feet ached like never before, this was the best feeling you’ve felt for a while.

He pulled away and looked at your eyes. Both of you were desperate for a breath, your chest going up and down trying to feel your lungs with air. You saw something different in his eyes, it was… guilt

“We have to go inside… they will look for us. You should go home”

“Jay-”

“No”

He interrupted you. ‘He regrets it’ you though, and the best feeling became the worst. You bit your lip as you tried to control your feelings and power through this, you walked with your head hanging low and just reached for the booth to take your jacket and your clutch

“What happened?”

Kiseok asked you. You didn’t say anything, you just took your stuff and left covered in shame, praying to never look at his face ever again

———————

After this you avoided going to AOMG. You took work and new projects as an excuse and begged your manager to fill your schedule as much as possible. You tried to busy yourself away from him and from your thoughts.

You could run, but you cannot hide. You knew at some point that you had to face him, and that point was the collaboration you had promised Gray to do for your new album. So you put your best mask on and walked in with your brightest smile.

“Hello, where’s Seonghwa?”

“In the studio, you know his favorite one”

Hyuk woo informed you. You nodded and walked past the doors and in to the studio, but you were greeted with Jay and not Seonghwa

“Sorry, wrong studio”

You coldly said as your smile dissapeared. Just when you turned your back, Jay pulled you in and closed the door

“What the fuck Jay?”

“I should be asking that question. Why are you avoiding me?”

You scoffed. He had the nerve to ask you that, like he didn’t reject you after the kiss, you crossed your arms over your chest, frustration taking over you body.

“I think the reason is obvious, you’re not that fucking dumb are you?”

“Watch it (y/n)”

“Watch it? Why? what are you gonna do Jay? Ground me? You’re not my dad, you’re not my uncle, you’re not my brother, you are NOT my family, so stop acting like it”

You were now yelling. Jay knew you could be pretty aggressive, just like he can be and now it was time to show it to you.

“Clearly I am not, cause if I was you would know something about manners”

“Now you’re insulting me? Was I that bad of a kisser? Are the girls you run around with better than me? No, they just know how to ride a dick and you need nothing more. Why not me Jay? Am I too young for your liking? Do you see me like your sister? Cause I never fucking wanted that”

“At least they know how to do something, they don’t hide behind their tough attitude the weak little girl that cannot even protect herself”

An open palm met his cheek and the slapping sound was deafening. His head turned because of the force, the stinging pain runned through his body like an eletcric shock. Silence took over both of you, as he tried to process what he said and you tried to make the tears go away.

You sat down in the cahr with your head in your hands. You knew he didn’t mean it, he was defending himself, it still hurt you though.

“I’m sorry”

“I fucking hate you for this”

You whispered. He hated himself so he could understand why you would say that, it was like a knife went through him when he heard you say that. He kneeled in front of you but kept his hands to himself, he didn;t want to touch you cause god knows how you would react.

“I deserved that. You shouldn’t cry over me”

“I’m not crying over you, i’m crying over the fact that I fell for the asshole that is you”

It was obvious to him that you liked him. He liked you too, but he was too scared to admit it, he was a strange man, that drank a lot and had a ormiscuous persona to keep up, he didn’t want to bring that to your life.

“I hurt you didn’t I? I hope that you don’t like me anymore after this”

“Unfortunately I do”

You sniffled. He grinned at your words, as he reached to youch your soft full of texture hair, that he always teased you about and called you a lion. Somehow, the thought of you still wanting him, made him a bit happy.

“You’re not a bad kisser, you are actually one of the best”

“one?”

“Yeah since i’m at the top”

You giggled at his comment. You looked up to him and his hand glided down to your cheeks to wipe, he saw your soft facial expression and he felt serenity. He had seen every facial expression and they were all beautiful, but right now you felt perfect.

“I love you, not like a sister, I was just too much of a pussy to come clean about it”

“At least you finally did it”

He took you in a hand, placing your head on his chest and his chin on top of your head. You slowly placed yours around his waist and took a big breath of his cologne.

“Are we really going to do this?”

“Yes, if you still love me and my assholeness”

“That’s not a word”

“Is girlfriend a word?”

“My favorite one”

Real talk though

Nowadays, i prefer showing my romantic feelings through jokes so in case i’ll be rejected, it wouldn’t look as devastating as how it feels inside and there is still a chance i could redeem myself by acting like nothing serious happened because i only lowkey express the deepest of my emotions and when you just happen to ignore the fxcking shit out of it, i can still pretend that it was all for hype and nothing more and that we’re still good and there won’t be any awkward moments between us. So it’d still be sort of a win-win situation.

But i’m seriously hoping that we’re in the same sane frequency and if in some cosmic design you’d admit first that you have deep feelings for me, i’d be the happiest woman on earth.

But then again, a semi-proclaimed virgin can do nothing only but to hope and say a lot of Hail Mary’s.

hazelestelle  asked:

Hello <3 Firstly, I love your blog! And then: Omg, pole dancing Tony! I love this headcanon (partly because I also do pole dance :D I just started about a year ago, so I'm not very good yet...), amd omg, I would love you forever if you wrote a story about it :)

Hi and welcome, my fellow pole dancer! Hey, a year is already a long time and I’m sure you’ve already come very far! It gets easy to become so fixated on all the new moves you’re just learning or still can’t do, but remember when you first started and all you really did was walk around the pole? Even that felt so awkward! Or maybe that was just me xD 

Anyways, there is more to come (eventually) since pole dancer!Tony is not something I can see losing interest in any time soon, but for now I’ll hope this little titbit will satisfy! It’s basically a ‘how it all started’ ficlet. Enjoy :)


It was all Rhodey’s fault. Well, and maybe sort of Tony’s, in a tiny, utterly negligible way, but that isn’t important. The point is, Tony’s lost a stupid bet and his best friend is an asshole, and that’s the only reason he’s even here, attending a first time pole dancing lesson. Really. It’s not like he’s been whining to Rhodey about wanting to try it for the past two years, absolutely not. 

It’s… weird.

It’s weird because he’s very aware that in a class of eleven people, he’s the only guy–though their trainer, a tall woman with wild, black curls and a strict, no non-sense attitude has assured him that there are a couple of other men training at their studio, all in different classes–and it’s just odd. 

Nobody is being rude though and Tony ruthlessly squashes the urge to fiddle with the hem of his top. He really needs to get a hold of himself. There’s no reason to be weird about this. Also, the fact that he’s about to learn how to pole dance

And nope, that not excitement, that’s apprehension, thank you very much.

They start with a simple introduction, names, dance experiences, reasons for showing up here. Their trainer–Eve–explains some of the basics around pole dance, the studio and a couple of things for their own security. (Like, you know, don’t climb up that pole and do one of those upside down turns you’ve seen on TV without a mat, instructions or prior experience.) Then the actual lesson starts.

“Alright!” Eve calls out eventually, turning up the volume of the hi-fi equipment as she goes. “Everybody grab a yoga mat please!”

They start with a warm-up routine, a mixture of stretch and Kraft-exercises, that dearly reminds Tony how out-of-shape he really is–and it’s only been the first twenty minutes. Still, he builds an instant kinship with the strawberry blonde girl on the pole right next to his, who starts cursing softly under her breath after the third push-up, and they both exchange breathless grins over Eve’s sharp counting.

By the time they are told to put the mats away, Tony can’t deny that he’s genuinely looking forward to trying some real stuff out–and to the water that Eve regularly reminds them to drink.

And really, it’s a lot more fun than Tony expected. They don’t do anything really impressive, rationally he knows that. Which makes total sense because it becomes obvious immediately that none of them where lying–they all don’t have a clue what they’re doing. But that makes the moves Eve shows them all the more fun, the secure knowledge that you aren’t the only one who keeps stumbling and grips the pole with the wrong hand.

It’s mostly dance steps around the pole with little twirls at this point, as well as a crash course in climbing a pole the right way. It’s a lot harder than it sounds. You have to use not just your hands but also your underarms to keep a stable hold, and- 

“Don’t forget to stretch your feet!” Eve reminds them for the up-tenth time. “Remember it looks much more elegant this way!”

The session ends with a few stretching exercises and a last round of Q&A–

“What clothes are the most practical?”

“How long does a lesson typically last?”

“Is it possible to have more than one lesson a week?”

–before Eve asks them to please sign up for the course if they are interested in continuing. Swallowing, Tony stares at the piece of paper being passed around, flashes of What will Rhodey say and Am I really doing this passing through his mind.

But when Strawberry-Blonde hands him a pen, Tony doesn’t even hesitate to sign his name, a little shakily perhaps, but readable all the same.

He’s had a fun time and he’s gonna give this a shot, damn everyone else’s opinions. And if the thought of telling Howard about his newest hobby brings a brilliant smile on Tony’s face, well. That’s nobody’s business but his own.


Please let me know if you liked this little dose of pole dancer!Tony, especially if you have any headcanons or ideas for future drabbles with this concept! And, as always, have a wonderful day! <3

Btw, @hazelestelle I’m gonna cash in on that eternal love you’ve promised me at some point *cackles manically* ;)

Time Apart || c.h.

WC: 1.3K+

A/N: This was supposed to be a small blurb but I kind of got carried away. I’ve never written a military AU before but I tried really hard to get most of the details right. If I did get something wrong though please tell me. Also feedback would be greatly appreciated since I don’t really write these sorts of things. 

185 days, that’s how long it’s been since you’ve seen Calum. 

When he told you he had to report to his base for six months you laughed. Surely, your sweet Calum hadn’t been stupid enough to enlist in the military at age eighteen, but you were wrong. Calum had enlisted as a naive eighteen year old with a passion in his heart to serve his country, but then he met you a year later and suddenly the military didn’t seem like a good career option. Unfortunetly, the military doesn’t just forget about enrollments and on Calum and your’s three month anniversary, he got the call. 

185 days without you. 185 days without Calum. 

Life was tough without your favorite Maori boy next to you. College wasn’t the same without your intense study sessions in the library that eventually turned into make out sessions. Your dorm felt empty without the presence of his six foot tall shadow lingering in the doorway waiting for the invitation to enter and join you in your binge watching sessions. And with no one to confide in or hug when things got out of hand, you felt alone. 

Sure, the two of you emailed each other profusely but that didn’t stop the ache in your heart. With every bing from your phone your heart broke more wanting nothing more than to hear his voice instead of the swoosh sound from another email being sent. Sometime you’d receive handwritten letters in Calum’s poor penmanship. His words were hard to make out but that didn’t stop you from staring at the piece of paper for hours, your fingers tracing each and every letter as you imagined the brown eyed boy hunched over writing to you from thousands of miles away. 

You never did get to hear his voice though. His calls saved for those times he called home to his family. The same family who you frequently visited on weekends just to get a little dose of the Hood world you so desperately missed. Though, spending time with them was hard most days. It was especially hard when the doorbell rang unexpectedly and a face of worry washed over everyone in the room – you’d silently pray it wasn’t military officers standing their with a flag in arms. Thankfully, it hadn’t been. 

Despite it all, you pushed on hell bent on keeping your promise to Calum before he left. You went to class, found yourself a part time job on campus, and even managed to get in some pleasure reading you’d been struggling to indulge in for months. You stayed occupied during the day, but when your head hit the pillow your worries set in. Often time, your cries being the only thing to drown out the nightmares and lull you to sleep. 


It was a Monday morning. day 186 without Calum, when you heard the familiar bing of your phone. Already awake for your morning class, you opened the email quickly praying that it was the news you had been waiting for. You scanned only the first two sentences before your heart drop. The dreadful words jumping out at you faster than you could comprehend. 

Two weeks, maybe more. 

Next deployment is delayed. 

I’ll be home as soon as I can. 

You wanted to scream. Wanted to throw yourself on your bed and sob for the next two weeks. You didn’t even know what to write back, too frustrated with more empty promises and the rising count of days the two of you had been apart. Sighing, you did what you always did. You wrote him a heartfelt email back promising you’d be here when he got back and then you were off to class, not even bothering to splash water on your face to relieve your red eyes. 

You ran on autopilot the minute you left your dorm, your body carrying you towards the english building without even telling it to. Your thoughts were preoccupied with worries for Calum, worries for you, and worries for your relationship together. After all, the two of you weren’t even together for long before his deployment. You’d spent most of your nine month relationship apart and you couldn’t stop the nagging in your brain telling you that was no way for a relationship to start and strive. 

No one said anything when you waltzed into class five minutes late. They didn’t even glance at you when you tossed your notebook on the table in a careless manor. To them, you were just the girl that was always sad. The girl who wrote the poems about loneliness and long distance relationships. You were simply a background character in their epic stories of high school, only their to fill the space and make them feel better about themselves. 

You were so caught up in your own headspace that you hadn’t even realized the knock on the classroom door. In fact, you were so distracted you didn’t even hear the audible gasp from your classmates nor did you realize all their attention had turned to you. 

“Ms. Y/L/N,” your professor said, pulling you back to reality. 

It was only when you looked up from your notebook did you acknowledge everyone staring at you. Confused, you started scrambling for an answer to a question you assumed you did not hear. You kept babbling for a few seconds before you noticed your classmates attention shift from you to the door, your own gaze following theirs. 

It took a minute before your brain registered who was standing in the doorway. You blinked. Once. Twice. Three times. Your jaw fell, a gasp rolling off your tongue before you were pushing the chair away from the desk. You couldn’t say anything, instead you collapsed into Calum’s arms, chocking out a sob as you buried your face into his chest. 

He smelt like sweat, the faint smell of the stale airplane air lingering on his military jacket. He was leaner than you remembered but his arms were huge, his jacket having trouble staying in place as he wrapped you in his arms. He was different, his eyes were tired, his hair longer, and his presence less intimidating but he was also the same. His lips on your forehead felt the same as they did before he left. His whispered words of endearment sounded the same as they had 186 days ago. And his body was still as warm and welcoming as you had remembered. 

You could have stayed wrapped in his arms for hours, but the sound of your classmates clapping and crying made you pull away. You felt your face heat up, embarrassed that they had witnessed such a intimate moment but you couldn’t help but feel an ounce of pride too. Finally, they could see who you truly were outside of these damn four walls. 

“What are you doing here?” you asked. 

“I wanted to surprise you,” he smiled. “They didn’t really extended my time. I just told you that.” 

“You’re an ass,” you said, smacking his chest before nuzzling yourself into it. 

“I’m really sorry to intrude, Sir,” Calum apologized to your professor. “Do you mind if I steal her away for the reminder of class?” 

“I suppose I can’t say no,” he mumbled. 

That was all you needed to hear before you were shoving your notebook back into your backpack. You didn’t even have time to thank your professor before you were tugging Calum out of the room and into the empty hallway. The feeling of your hand intertwined with his forcing a smile on your face. 

“I missed you so much,” you said against his lips before pulling him in. 

“I missed you more,” he challenged. “Now come on, we’ve got a few hours to kill before we drive home to see my parents.” 

“Do they know you’re here?” 

“Nope,” he smirked. “I’m surprising them too!” 

“Only you would find it amusing to worry everyone in the hopes of surprising them,” you said, shaking your head. 

“Awe come on, you loved it and so will they. Now come on, I need to spend time with my girl before my mom gets her hands on me.”

Mithridates VI was king of Pontus during roman times, and he was said to consume little doses of poison in order to gradually making himself immune to many of the poisons that felled his contemporaries. 

Apparently and according to Appian, it worked ironically. When he had lost his power against Romans, he decided to commit suicide. He and his daughters drank poison, but only the girls died in front of the eyes of their immune father.

He had to ask a certain personal guard called Butuitusto kill him by the sword.

However, Cassius Dio said that neither by sword was he killed, but they were their foes who killed him with spears, after having consumed all his poisons.

Nowadays, we call Mithridatism to the practice of protecting oneself against a poison by gradually self-administering non-lethal amounts

The Little Things (Drabbles)

Shattered!Verse Drabbles

Genre: Comedy, Drama, Romance

Group/ Member: GOT7/ Im Jaebum

Pairing: JB x Reader

Originally posted by imbanny


It was the little things that made their relationship so special. Be it a glance, a touch, or a kiss, it was the random, happy moments shared between them that made trying worth it.


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