no idea how the week went by so fast

Minhyuk and Kihyun Reaction to You Trying Running Away From Him After Finding Out He is in a Gang

Part of Trying to leave him

Part I, Part II, Part III


B.A.P: Part IPart IIPart III ; BTS: Part IPart IIPart III; EXO: Part IPart IIPart III; Got7: {coming soon}; Monsta X: Part IPart IIPart III ; Dean: {Coming soon}

Angst and violent- maybe

Note: This is JUST a reaction. I do not think you should EVER be in a violent relationship. NEVER let yourself get abused by another [mentally or physically]. You’re worth more than that kind of life.

P.S. it’s long. Also, my heart couldn’t take doing both my bias and bias wrecker in one reaction like this…. ughhhh T__T


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Went back to the house that I extracted those 10-13 thousand bees from last week. Found 5-6 queen peanuts on the two little squares of comb that I left behind on accident.
So apparently a colony can rebuild from nothing but the bees flying around in the air! No idea how they got the queen peanuts made and sealed up so fast, but hey.
I won’t be making that mistake again.

Introducing queens Kalypso Marvella II, III, and IV in succession to Marvella I. Since there’s no easy way to tell which one survives, the new queen will simply be known as Kalypso Marvella II of Logoso.

butterflyonawheel-deactivated20  asked:

I just made my blog a week ago and since yours grew so fast I was wondering if you have any advice for people like me on how to build your following? Also youre the best :))

aaah hi!

so I honestly still have no idea how my blog went from brand new to 5.5k in like four months (holy shit how) so I’m probably not the best person to ask but here are some things I did that might help I guess:

  • make original content. this is probably the biggest one just because it gives people a reason to follow you rather than the people you reblog from, sets you apart as an individual blog with something unique to offer.
  • be engaged in the fandom. send asks. reblog selfies (if you want idk I know a lot of big blogs don’t). try to make friends. don’t be scared to reblog content similar to your own (I emphasize that because I used to be this way and … don’t. it’s just way more fun in general to be engaged).
  • uh … depending on the type of blog you want doing ask games or posting personal things might help ??? idk I like coming off as more than just a gif maker so I do that.
  • retags !!! idk I love when blogs write in the tags it makes me smile and more likely to follow tbh
  • have a good theme that people can like understand how to use and can easily read and stuff

I honestly dk beyond that though. I got lucky tbh. a few big blogs followed me really early on (like one of the most known blogs in the fandom followed me before I even hit 20 followers so them rbing my stuff helped a lot). and I came into the phandom already knowing how to make gifs and write fics so I wasn’t really learning from scratch to make original content and stuff. idk.

good luck with your blog tho! 


This summer I got a call from my friend Max (a crazy talented producer and videographer) to spend some time working on a video project. It was fast in and fast out—six videos shot in maybe just one day. Ten recipes total. Yowza. Video is new to me, so I went in super excited to learn and ready to work hard. The team taught me an incredible amount, and ate SO MUCH of the food that I made (apple crumble! sauerkraut! strawberry margaritas! pickles!). Over the next weeks, I’ll be sharing some of those recipes here on the blog (with video components over at HGTV Gardens!). First up: Let’s talk mezcal. And apple cider. And rosemary.

Truth: I had no idea how much my feet could hurt after a 16-hour day on set, but I do know how delicious these cocktails tasted when it was all over. Seeing as this is the first cocktail ever on K&C, you might have gathered I’m not a big drinker. But when I do drink, my liquors of choice are tequila and mezcal.

Read more, watch the video, and get the recipe here!


Ashton: “Miss (Y/L/N)?” you put the magazine down and got up following the nurse back for your checkup. After being weighed and getting your height measured, you sat waiting for the doctor. There was a knock on the door and Dr. Benson came in. “Hi (Y/n), how’re you today?” “I’m good.” “And why are you here today?” “Just time for my checkup.” She nodded her head and tapped on the clipboard. “So just some general questions about your health, have you been having any chest pains?” You nodded your head no. “Back pains?” “Nope.” “How about any headaches or problems breathing?” “No, generally speaking I’ve been feeling great.” “That’s good to hear, now just one more question. When is the last time you had your menstrual cycle?” You thought back, eyes widening when you realized that you were over a week late. “Uh the fifth of last month.” “Is it normal for you to be late?” “A day or two at most, but not nine.” “Have you been stressed lately? I find that in young women that always has an effect.” “A little bit yeah.” “Just calm yourself down, and everything will be fine. Well if you have no more questions for me I will see you again in two years.” You said your goodbyes and paid for your visit and then headed out to your car. You were sitting in traffic and slightly panicking about the fact that your period was late and you hadn’t noticed, you thought about what Dr. Benson had said about being stressed; you had just moved into a new apartment and the whole week leading up to that had been one of the most stressful ones you’d in a while. That week being the reason that you went out almost three weeks ago with Courtney. Shit, that was the night you went home with him. Your heart began beating just at the memory of what happened that night. “Fuck!” you whispered to yourself. “Am I pregnant?”

Michael: “How much did you drink last night? Jesus (Y/n)!” Michael called through the locked bathroom door. “Oh fuck off Mikey! I was your designated driver; you know I didn’t drink anything! Not even a shot of tequila.” “Well then you must’ve ate something bad because why the fuck else do people spend an entire day throwing up.” Your smartass response was interrupted by another wave of bile coming up from your stomach and out of your mouth. This day turned out to be pretty shitty, well not just today but the past week. You had slept with Michael a month ago, being too high and drunk to realize what was happening until you woke up the next morning. You had initially freaked out but Michael calmed you down saying it was just a onetime thing and the both of you just moved on as if nothing had happened. Then about a week after that, Jordan, your ex, called you up and the next thing you knew you were lying naked next to him in the morning. It was a never ending cycle with him because not even 24 hours later you were crying on Michael’s couch about him. You sighed, leaning back against the tub and wiped the corner of your mouth. “Are you still alive in there?” “Shove it up your ass Clifford.” “I’ll leave that to Luke (Y/n).” “Ew, don’t make me throw up again.” It was silent then, but you could hear a faint tapping, assuming that Michael was texting someone, you were wrong however. “Oh! I know! Maybe you have the flu!” “What gives you that idea?” “Google. Well either that or you’re pregnant. Which is ridiculous.” “Yeah, it’s probably just a bug or something.” You managed to get those words past your lips, but your mind was going one hundred miles a minute. One main phrase repeating itself over and over again, ‘Could I be pregnant?’

Calum: You were spending the day with Calum slowly making your way through the house, cleaning room by room. You had both started in the living room, and slowly you left Calum alone, because he started taking too long going through all his old tour keepsakes. “Cal, I’m going upstairs to the bedroom.” “Yea sure.” You laughed at your husband knowing that he had no idea what you just yelled to him. You seemed to be making quick progress through the dressers, but that seemed to stop when you reached the closet and you saw your heating pad just sitting in basket in the corner. Seeing it caused you to stop and think; you started counting back, trying to remember the last time you used it to soothe your cramps. Your heart started racing as the number of days got bigger, you quickly turned and went into the bathroom, looking at the stash of tampons and realizing that you were late. You slumped down onto the floor next to the sink, and starting counting, actually counting how many days it had been. “Babe?” Calum’s voice rang through the house, but you didn’t hear it at all. “Hello? (Y/n)?” You still didn’t notice that Cal was trying to get your attention until you felt his hand on your shoulder, causing you to jump. “Woah, what’s going on? Are you okay?” You nodded your head and looked up at him with wide eye. “I’m late.” He looked at you with a confused expression, “What do you mean ‘late?” “I mean I haven’t needed the heating pad in over a month, and when is the last time I sent you to the store to buy tampons or chocolate?” You watched as his eyes lit up as he realized what you meant. “Are you pregnant?!”

Luke: “Wake up Lukey!” you poked your boyfriends cheek trying to wake him up from his deep slumber. “I just got home last night babe, please just let me sleep.” “But I missed you Lukey.” You heard him grumble and you were going to give up and get up by yourself when the bed shifted and Luke engulfed you in his arms. “I missed you too (Y/n), sorry I’m cranky babe.” “No, I’m sorry, you just got back I should let you catch up on sleep.” He pecked your forehead and held you closer to him. “There are plenty of other things that I would love to catch up on too.” His lips found their way to your neck and you giggled, playfully pushing him away. “Luuuke, you got enough two weeks ago when you surprised me.” “But two weeks without you is long babe.” You bit your lip and an idea popped into your head. “Okay fine, go brush your teeth and I’ll get things ready in here.” You could swear that you’ve never seen him move so fast. You crawled out of the bed and went into the closet where you keep Luke’s favorite outfits. You opened the box and were surprised when you found a little tin packet among the lace and silk. Your eyes bulged when you saw you haven’t taken your birth control in a month. Trying to think about how this could’ve happened you came to the conclusion that you must’ve placed it in there when you were rearranging the closet the other day. “Babe? Are you going to surprise me by coming out of the closet in something sexy again?” “Huh?” you asked walking out of the closet to see Luke sitting on the edge of the bed in his briefs. “What are you holding?” “My birth control.” “Why do you look so confused?” he asked again as you sat down next to him. “I haven’t taken it in a month.” “So can’t you just start taking it again?” “I don’t know, because you definitely weren’t wearing a condom two weeks ago.” His face paled and he looked at you with wide eyes. “Does this mean…?” “I might be pregnant Luke.”

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Thinking It Over

 So I’ve decided to write a mini series of what happened after the mid season finale.

 This is based on several prompts I’ve received after the mid season finale aired.

 Hi Ailing, first off, love your stories! I saw this come up on twitter via Bren‏ @xocaterina “when Amelia arrives to LA —- Charlotte: get back to Seattle and fuck major Hunt” (there was a gif on the post, but I can’t link) – wondering, can you write a story of a possible interaction when Amelia rocks up in LA? Love Amelia and Charlotte. And Addie and everyone. Thank you :)

 So we don’t know what happens to Amelia after she wrote that note or what it really means. But let’s say for this she leaves him and moves back to LA. Could you write a fic of her moving back and maybe Owen eventually chasing her.

 Prompt: “no woman seems to wanna have my child..” Owen.

A very big thank you to Sandra @omeliashipper for helping me to proofread the details! :)


 Owen Hunt’s heart sank as he read the letter that his wife left him.

 Dear Owen,

 First of all, it’s not your fault. Please don’t make this all your fault. I know you, it’s what you do. So please, please don’t do that. It’s me, not you. I just need some time to be alone. I need some time to think things over and reevaluate. Now please don’t get me wrong. There is nothing wrong with us. You’re the most amazing man I’ve ever met. We’re amazing together. It’s just that I feel we’ve been moving at such a breakneck speed and I need some time out to think. I need some space to breathe. I don’t know for how long I’ll be gone for. But wait for me patiently ok? One day I’ll be back, better and stronger than ever. Then we’ll have the life that we want. Until then, please be strong. Don’t blame yourself. I love you so much, and it hurts me so much to see you hurting. So please, promise me you’ll go on with life, but wait for me. Remember, we are worth fighting for.

 Love Amelia.

 As Owen reread the letter, he noticed a wet spot in the middle of the letter. It was then he realized that he had let a stray tear roll down his cheek and land on the letter. At the same time, he noticed a dried up spot at the left side of the letter. Apparently, Amelia had let a stray tear roll down her cheeks as well when she was writing the letter.

 Gone. His wife just left like that with a simple letter. He had no idea where she went or how long would she be gone for.

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Dear Husband (aka. Jang David Kim),

I looked at our photos the other day, and I realized I am not the same person in our wedding photos, and neither are you.

I still remember the way you asked if I wanted to start dating. I remember the  second day of dating you asked me if I was ready to become a pastor’s wife. I remember our first argument. I remember the first time you asked me to go to Korea with you to meet your parents. I remember that day you got on not just one knee, but both knees and said, “Nina, it’s time” as you told me that although you cannot promise many things, you “promise to be a husband who will spend the rest of life loving and pursuing Christ.” I remember walking down the aisle smiling as you were in tears. I remember the first time I slept next to you and woke up to your bed hair and morning breath. 

I remember so many moments. Many moments that I should have been afraid. But that’s the thing. I was never scared. Nervous maybe, but never afraid. You were always so sure even in times where we had no idea what was going on or what was going to happen. You were never scared—or maybe you’re just good at hiding it. Your trust in God is like a rock—I think that’s why I was never scared.

The year went by so fast. Days turned to weeks, which turned to months, in which months changed to seasons. And even though it was tough, I loved every single day with you.

I like how you are the first one I get to see when I wake up, and you wake me up with a “good morning” cuddle and a “what are you doing today?” I like how you laugh like a dad seeing his daughter with bed hair, bad breath, making double-chin faces. And after a little while, you quietly go out of the bedroom knowing it is my time to spend time with the Lord. And after a hour or two, you come in asking, “lunch?”  It’s so comfortable to use the bathroom with the door wide open—let alone be naked around the house. You eat all the things I cook and bake—my experiments and you eat them well and deliciously even though I know some dishes are disasters. You fill everywhere we go with praise, singing random praise songs at home, in the market, in the car.

When we argue, you are reasonable and humble even when I choose not to be. You still draw near even when I am throwing a fit, saying “sorry” when clearly it was my doing. Of course there are days we both get out of hand, but you are always calling us to pray and repent for bringing chaos and division into our house which was and is meant for love and worship. I like how every day you walk in the door after a long day of ministry, you embrace me like we haven’t seen each other in a while. Your humility to be teachable makes me want to learn as well. Marriage is a huge lesson of learning to be teachable, about letting go, and dying to self. Learning to love, learning to give, learning to hold our tongues, learning to laugh at each other’s unfunny jokes, learning to have sex, learning to fight well for the things that matter, learning to honor one another, learning to glorify God in our marriage. I like how I get to learn all these things with somebody and I am glad that that somebody is you.

People who know us always jokingly say that you are blessed to have me and that I “have a lot of grace” to love you. And many times, I would blush. Not being flustered by the “compliments,” but because I realized those people really don’t know me. They do not see who I am with just you around or when I am at home. And they also do not know who you are away from the crowd. Maybe to the crowds and the congregation, you are a great preacher of God’s Word, passionate with truth.  To them, you are this silly man who loves to eat—live to eat, not eat to live. You laugh loudly and you love being around people, and they too love being around you. You love to make people laugh. But they do not know you—maybe to some extent, but not the way I do.

Away from the crowds, you are a bookworm for God’s Word, reading passages you’ve read a million times because you believe there is always something deeper the Lord has to say. You are humble in your pursuit of God—I’ve never known anyone who studies the Word and loves God like you do, yet you never flaunt your knowledge or use theological jargon or language. You take the Word for what it is and you fear Him and follow Him. You rejoice in the mystery of God, admitting that you do not know everything yet you devote your life to seeking. You are tired after a day of ministry, yet you never fail to be that husband who would come home and watch shows with me, talk with me, and listen to what I have to say. I get angry and sensitive—something I am afraid to expose to others, yet you take it like a patient father, helping me not to worry about the silly things of the world, but reminding me that God loves me and He is going to take care of us. You make a face and give me huge hugs when I get hurt by silly things, and out of my control, I cannot help but to let go of my pride and just burst out in laughter. You always make me laugh!

You are the front man, the pastor of many, but you also do the background work that no one notices (He sees!). People see you as the rebuker at times, but they don’t see or hear what happens in your prayer closet. You are a man of many tears—tears of extreme joy, weeping over sins, eyes watering from anger over injustice, and some just because you are hysterically laughing over something that is quite dorky. You take people for who they are despite the condition or season they are in—you love someone just because they belong to God, not because they prove something. It freed me when you loved me not because of all the reasons guys have claimed to love me in the past—for my “gentle” heart, for my “willingness” to serve at any time, for being “kind” to others, and for my “keen mind.” These things did not impress you nor were they even the reasons why you love me (nor do these things define me now). Yet it made me the most secure in your love because the reasons why you love me are not things that are temporary depending on my mood or emotion that day or the season I am in, but they are reasons that will always stick no matter how “good” or “bad” I am. You are all those things that people know you on the pulpit, in crowds, but you are also so much more than that.

Many who have been married for a long time would say, “what do you know? You’ve only been married for a year.” And they are right—there is so much to learn—about marriage, about my husband, about myself, and about God’s great enfolding plan. But I do know that marriage is a fight. Just as life is a fight to live out the covenant Christ has freely given, marriage is also a fight to keep the covenant between you, me and Christ who is holding all things together. I am not perfect and more of my imperfections will come when we endure greater hardships. But I cannot wait to see what God has in store for us. I cannot wait to be the mother to your children (a daughter who looks like you? haha). The future is so uncertain, but again, I am not scared as long as I know that God is in control and that you will be by my side. Thank you for being here. I cannot wait to see what God will be teaching us tomorrow and the day after and the day after that.

I am glad to say that you and I both are not the people we see in our wedding photographs. I would like to believe that we have grown—in character, in love, in faithfulness, in recognizing and repenting for our sins—all for the glory of our Dad. So with that, I promise that my fight to love and honor you will not end just because we enter anniversaries of greater digits. I promise that wherever God asks us to go and what ever God asks us to do, I will not second guess, but I will obey and take His Word for what it is even when it makes no sense to me. I can’t promise that I will be a perfect wife, but I do “promise to be a wife who will spend the rest of my life loving and pursuing Christ.”

Happy 1-year anniversary, DJ. I thank God for you and I love you so much.

your wife Nina.