05.07.17 // Having a little fun with my bullet journal inspired by the trust bujo tag, now I’m back from holiday! I still have a week of semester break before I need to go back to campus and continue research for my thesis. My exam results came out as well and I got all A+s so far so very pleased considering the circumstances! I hope you are all well, remember to put your health first, and remember that the universe has invested quite literally it’s life in you 💕
out af, simultaneously trying to calculate connecting flight times while on the phone with the airline about bambam’s missing luggage. More than once
yells, “everyone quiet, I just need a second to think!!”
headphones but he’s not actually listening to music. Bought a pretzel at an
airport-only food chain. Tries to pretend like he’s not on vacation with the
fam, until Jaebum snaps at him to plz just help out and take the younger ones to the
Jinyoung: has an
excel spreadsheet of everything he needs for the flight. Stands in a twenty
minute long Starbucks line ~because~. Ignores a call from
Yugyeom asking for a frappucino. Buys three books at an airport store and
falls asleep halfway through the first one.
through security screaming, “VACTION!” Forgets his phone on the conveyor belt. Purchases
ten bags of chocolate because it’s “duty free” and eats five before he takes-off.
Somehow manages to board with the priority group because he made a friend in
line at the bathroom.
Bambam: Is held
up by security for ten minutes because of all the mini bottles of shampoo he
brought. Finds that one outlet by the gate and uses it until the last second
before boarding. Sprays himself with cologne from the airport shops. Finds
yugyeom when he gets lost from the group. Brought ten suitcases, checked nine
the tram to the gate bc he’s watching a dance compilation on his phone. Ten
minutes later he’s still working up the courage to ask a girl for
directions when bambam finds him. Has
one backpack he packed his stuff in, is planning on stealing Jinyoung’s shampoo
at the hotel later.
Jaebum around saying, “CHECK” whenever something gets accomplished. Watches planes landing and announces whenever an incoming flight is delayed. Insists
on the middle seat, even though no one asked. Does the sign of the cross before
A/N: Man, oh man. I just can’t stay away from writing, can I? Well, at least majority of my holiday stuff’s packed. This is another fic inspired by a conversation with the lovely @chrisevans-imagines We have some very weird, but oddly inspiring conversations. Don’t we, Ava? 😂
You pushed your way through the crowd as you searched the overly packed party for your best friend, Chris, who had drunkenly called you ten times in the last hour; it was 2:19AM. He could count himself incredibly lucky that you were finishing up some paperwork at the hospital otherwise you would’ve killed him for interrupting your much needed beauty sleep. You’d been pulling quite a few late nights over the past week as you were about to take leave and go on your holiday, so things hadn’t been particularly easy on you. But you knew before you went into med-school that being a doctor wasn’t going to be easy, what you didn’t know was how much harder it was being a doctor who was best friends with Chris Evans; a man who had the equivalent energy of his puppy, Dodger. If you weren’t so in-love with him, he wouldn’t get away with half the things he put you through. But you were, so here you were at the party.
“Hello beautiful.” An arm hooked around your waist and pulled you into him; you groaned and pushed the drunken stranger off you. “Geez, lighten up!” He called after you as you disappeared further into the room. If you didn’t find Chris in the next five minutes, you were outta there.
“Hell yeah I’ll get it in!” You heard Chris’ voice and you followed it, chuckling when you found him by the ping pong table. “Don’t you worry, I'mma get it into that cup.” He bounced the ball off the table and balanced it on the back of his hand as he swallowed another gulp of his beer. “Watch me nail this th-” He spotted you and his smile tenfold. “Y/N, you came!” He downed his drink and tossed both ball and red solo cup aside before making his way to you, waving off the protests that came from the other players. “Sorry guys, I’m done. My girl’s here,” he draped an arm around you and pulled you closer to him.
“I’m not your girl, Evans.” You reminded him, but made no effort to push him away from you like you had with the other guy; you were very glad that the dim lights hid your deeply flushed cheeks. “I’m just here to make sure you don’t drink and drive, the last thing I need is to be called back in because someone got into a car accident.”
“Awww,” he cooed, squeezing you tightly against him. “Was someone worried about little old me?” You rolled your eyes, but failed to hide your smile. “Don’t be, my best friend’s a very good doctor. She’s very pretty too, like- she could be on Grey’s Anatomy.” He slurred then grinned when he heard you chuckle. “And that’s you,” he booped your nose, “I’m talking about you.”
“I know, and I’m talking about me too when I say I’ve had a very long night and I’m ready to go home.” He nodded with furrowed brows, really trying to process your words. “C'mon,” you wrapped an arm around his waist and directed him towards the exit, “you’re crashing at my place tonight. I’m not leaving you here when someone could literally tap beer out of you.”
“Yes!” He cheered. “I love your apartment, it smells like Christmas because of all the candles you have.” You hummed in acknowledgement at his drunk thoughts. “Hey, you know what’s really funny?” He didn’t wait for a response. “When I read your texts, I read it in an Australian accent because you’re from Australia. I do the same with Chris Hemsworth’s,” he told you then laughed to himself. “G'day mate,” he mimicked a tradition Australia greeting then laughed again.
“I’ve never once texted that to you, nor have I said that to you,” you chuckled. “And since when do I have an Australian accent? I’ve been living in America since I was eighteen, and you know I watch too much American television and too many Hollywood films to have an Australian accent.” The two of you found your way out of the party and into the much emptier parking lot where you car waited patiently. “But then again,” you glanced at him, “you are very wasted, so I won’t hold that against you.”
“Chuck a shrimp on the barbie,” he continued mocking the Australia accent and laughed when you did. “You’re right,” he returned to his normal accent as he pulled away from you, “you don’t sound like that.” He moved in front of you and took your hands in his, smiling like a love sick idiot which made your heart flutter despite knowing it didn’t mean what you wanted it to. “You sound perfect because you are perfect and I love you.”
“I love you too,” you responded with a chuckle, ignoring that ache in your heart. This wasn’t the first time he’d told you he loved you while he was drunk, in fact- he said it all the time when he was sober too. But it wasn’t the confession you longed for, it was just another platonic expression of affection that you shoved aside with your true feelings. “Let’s get you in bed, shall we?” You tried to pull your hands away only to have him tightened his grip.
“No,” he shook his head, furrowing his eyebrows. “You don’t understand, Y/N. I love you,” he said again in a more serious tone that made you sigh. As much as you wanted to reciprocate that feeling and kiss him, you couldn’t take anything he said seriously when he was drunk. Even if you did believe that drunk minds spoke for a sober heart, it was Chris; he was your best friend and you couldn’t ruin that friendship over a drunken slur of the moment. “I want to be with you,” he told you and pulled his hands away to cup your face.
“Chris, no,” you turned away when he started to lean in, taking a small step back. “We’re not going to do this.” You frowned when he did. “You’re drunk, I don’t want-” you cut yourself off before you said more than you should. “Let’s just go home, okay?” You brushed past him and headed for you car, stopping when he called out.
“I’m sober enough to have this conversation!” He walked in front of you with a frown on his face. “I’ve been trying to tell you I love you since the moment I met you, Y/N. But you keep brushing me off, like you think I’m not worth your time.”
“Chris-” you couldn’t believe you made him feel that way.
“Am I not good enough for you?” He asked then asked again before you could get a word in, “are you holding out for another doctor?” You opened your mouth to speak only to get cut off again, “what is it, Y/N? Why won’t you give me a chance?!” He growled and you flinched. “I don’t understand,” he shook his head, his pretty blues glistened with tears. “I’m not an idiot- I can see the way you look at me, so why won’t you be with me?”
“Chris,” you sighed as you took his hand in yours. “I didn’t know you felt that way about me, I honestly thought that you were fine with us just being friends.” He didn’t say anything, he just squeezed your hand ever so gently. “That’s why I didn’t say anything- that’s why I brushed you off. I figured you were joking, it’s not because I don’t think you’re worth my time.”
“Do you realize how long I’ve been waiting for you?” He asked with a breathless chuckle. “From the moment we met- I’ve wanted to be with you. I was just so terrified I wasn’t good enough, that you wouldn’t want to be with an actor so- I took it slow, I started out by being your friend. But God,” he started to cry and your heart ached, “it hurt seeing you with other people. It sucked saying I love you when you didn’t know how much,” his hand tightened around yours. “I’ve wasted so much of my life not being your other half and I hate it, Y/N.”
“You are my other half, Chris,” you caressed his face with your other hand and brushed the tears rolling down his cheek. “I love you too. I’m so in-love with you that it’s ridiculous,” you told him and he smiled. “There is no one I’d rather see at the end of the day than you. You are my person, you are all I see when I look towards the future,” you assured him. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, I’m sorry-” He pulled you into his arms and kissed you, cutting you off in the best possible way.
“Wow,” you let out a breathless laugh when he broke the kiss, pressing his forehead against yours.
“Yeah,” he chuckled softly, rubbing small circles into your sides, “I should’ve done that years ago.”
- 1 stick vegan margarine
- 1 cup sugar
- ½ cup brown sugar
- ¼ cup smooth soy nut butter
- 3 tablespoons water, 3 tablespoons oil, and 2 teaspoons baking powder (mixed together to sub for 2 eggs)
- 2 cups flour
- 1 teaspoon baking soda
- 1 teaspoon salt
- 9 ounces vegan chocolate chips
Roll into balls (about golf ball size) and set on a baking sheet covered in parchment paper. Pop in the oven at 375 degrees for 9 minutes and let cool. Makes about 30 cookies.
These cookies are seriously awesome! They’re soft but with a slight crisp on the outside and they just melt in your mouth 😍 so so good and perfect for the holidays!
Long time no see! Decided to take a step towards my new start and try out the yearly spread this time–really hoping I can manage my bullet journal better this year, since it’ll be my second year! (inspired by @literahti)
Another dress made by me! This time is a cute overall with a red stripe shirt without sleeves. My inspiration for this dress is a mix of sailors and beach holidays. If I have this outfit in real life I will wear it ALWAYS.
I was totally inspired by @simlush ‘s Pink Cottage so I transformed my wacky holiday home Peppermint Parcel into an equally wacky pink house! (hint: look out for all a de-holidaying of all my seasonal houses coming soon!)
the feeling of gathering in front of the menorah with your family, singing Al Hanissim in front of the menorah, when the filling of the sufgania drips from the corner of your mouth, seeing other menorahs through the window, menorah decorating contest, unwrapping the chocolate coins
seeing the candles melt, unwrapping your present, the sizzling sound of latkes frying, the contrast of the snow and the menorah, the menorah when all the lights are out, spinning the dreidel too fast
the warm feeling in your heart when you hear the shehecheyanu before lighting the candles, hearing and telling the story of hannukah (and the dreidel) to younger members of your family, the feeling in your mouth after giving the latke a bite, creative menorahs, eating oily food and drinking warm tea
seeing all 8 candles lit up on the last night, getting a present for each day of the week, winning the chocolate coins when playing spin the dreidel, sufganiot fresh from the oven, warming your hands with the menorah, hannukah wrapping paper