Before you could answer his text, your phone lighted up and flashed that Min Suga was calling you. He was always the impatient kind; the type to call instead of waiting for a text reply.
“Hi…” he barely breathed into the receiver, but there was no doubt that the voice on the other line was Min Yoongi. “…so, are you free?”
“I can be in your studio in 20 minutes, but again, why me?” Somehow, talking to him like this made your legs want to stand up and walk around your small dorm room.
“Why not you? You were the one who heard it first and said that it lacked desperation and sadness…” He paused and you could almost imagine him pursing his lips in thought. “I think I know those feelings now. I made the song the way you described it, a song that would break your heart and still, you’d listen.”
“If you know that it already gives off that feeling, why do I need to listen?” you didn’t mean to sound so frustrated, but the pent up feelings just needed to burst out.
“Because I wrote it while thinking about you.” As if he regretted admitting it, he immediately followed with, “…and you said it yourself, you’d listen… even if it breaks your heart.”
You remained silent, chewing on your lip as you looked at the photo of you, Yoongi and Jimin sitting on your cluttered desk. Jimin was in the middle, clad in his dance recital attire, while he had an arm over each of you with Yoongi clearly looking like he had been pulled into the photo while you were looking at the grinning younger boy.
Your heart felt like it had been shot, hearing such a word being whispered by Yoongi’s low register, “It’s the only excuse I have left to see you.”
Finally, you nodded, even when he couldn’t see you and answered, “Okay, I’ll be there in 20 minutes.”
You found the road towards Yoongi’s shared studio much easier than you thought and even your steps were much lighter than you thought they would be. With your scarf (or Jimin’s?) scarf tucked securely around your neck, you pressed the buzzer.
Yoongi opened the door, with his hair disheveled and back to his original black, greeted your with a controlled your smile. “Y/N, long time no see.”
Trying to smile, you stepped inside the studio and unraveled your scarf. “Y-Yeah, it feels like ages have passed since I’ve been here. Not much has changed, huh?”
“Except you and I…” he muttered and caught your startled gaze. “A-Anyway, take a seat.”
He led you to the chair that he usually occupied, the high-backed computer chair was once a familiar sight to you when you spent your days listening to Yoongi’s music with Jimin either playing games beside you or napping on your lap. As you took the seat, you were reminded of simpler times… those short, sweet, golden days when you weren’t in love with Yoongi and Jimin was just your bestfriend.
Yoongi handed you the headphones quietly and you closed your eyes just as the song began. Slowly, your heart constricted in your chest as you the song progressed. Compared to what you listened to months ago, this song felt completely different, as if it was a different song entirely and each word spoke to you on a deeper level.
Just when the last beat dropped, a tear fell off the corner of your eye.
Removing the headphones from your ears, you slowly raised your eyes to meet his. “Wow… what can I say, Yoongi? It’s beautiful.”
“Wh-Who sang the demo? His voice is beautiful…” you commented, breaking eye contact and the long silence that followed, wiping your tears away with your sleeve.
“A freshman named Jeon Jungkook. He owed me a few things, so I made him sing.” Yoongi answered from the seat in front of you.
“And you wrote everything?”
“Every note, every word.” he exhaled, looking past your eyes and straight to your soul. “I meant all of it too, Y/N. Even when you’re in front of me like this, I miss you. You’ve been avoiding me and I don’t know how else I can reach you.”
Yoongi gingerly took one of your hands in his. “I’m not good with words… but that’s nothing new, so I wrote a song instead. I hope it reached you, Y/N.”
You contemplated for long while and Yoongi knew that you needed the silence more than he did. Thinking back to that day when you stood in the hallway on the phone with Namjoon, unintentionally remembering the whole conversation and the way the late afternoon light created colors in his hair, and how that moment felt like the answer to the question looming over your head, but now, you weren’t so sure.
“봄날. That should be the title.” you squeezed Yoongi’s hand and added, “It reached me well, Yoongi.”
Yoongi brushed his thumb over your knuckles, “So what happens now?”
“I don’t know.” You sighed, answering his question by another, “Someone once told me that you can choose who you can fall in love with. Do you believe that?”
“No.” he paused. “Well, actually… I don’t know.”
“Why? Why not?” you pressed, trying to meet his eyes which were looking at your hands.
“I’ve never loved anyone but you.” his gaze was sincere and warm in contrast to his cold touch. “Y/N, you’re my best friend and it took me a while to realize, but I know it now. I made you wait for such a long time, but we’re here now and you don’t have to do anything, I will come for you this time.”
Dachi’s words suddenly manifested itself in your head.
‘He just doesn’t know how to love anyone including himself.’
You inhaled with closed eyes, his words brought back the answer that you lost, “Jimin… He… He once said that we all do unfair and selfish things for love. Do you also believe that?”
Summary: It’s the number one rule: you should never fall in love with your best friend or worse, Min Yoongi. With love in the equation, it becomes much difficult to find the right answer. Is it really true that you can’t choose who you fall in love with?
a/n: If there’s 2 things that you need to know about this chapter, it’s that I didn’t intend for it to end like this and this was a DEAD GIVEAWAY about the ending. :) hit me with your best theories! I suggest listening to spring day while reading this!!! (I know I did.)
relationship of ten years seems to be stuck as your CEO boyfriend works
non-stop and doesn´t pay much attention to you or your hints about marriage.
Desperate to awaken the spark of love again you beg the universe for a change
that will make him fall for you for the second time in his life. And the
Author´s note: This is inspired by
the Chinese version of the movie “17 again”. Although this story is going to be
quite different I recommend not watching the film if you don´t want to spoil
yourself anything that could happen in this fic.
It was not the sun rays tickling your face
that woke you up but the crazy dream you had just had as images of it were
still going through your head. Basically, you were living with this man that
didn´t pay attention to you and had stopped pursuing your career as an artist
to make it possible. The idea itself was the most nonsensical and absurd thing
you had ever heard. Not even for a million dollars would you do that.
A hairy warm thing touched your arm and
your eyes shot open while your body stumbled almost falling off the bed in an
attempt to cover yourself up with the blankets. The repeated movement of your
mouth opening and closing couldn´t compare to the shock you were feeling as the
man you had dreamt of was now lying next to you, breathing and everything.
was completely oblivious to your presence and lost in a deep sleep, so your
first reaction was to carefully examine his features. From his brown locks
resting on his forehead to his parted lips you couldn´t recall who he was.
Extending a hand to push the hairy thing, which happened to be his leg that was
tangled with your limbs, you cautiously placed it back where it belonged and
looked around. Maybe you had gone to a party and brought him home to sleep
together. That theory would´ve been valid if not for the fact that as you
exited the bedroom and wandered around the living room you came to the
realization that it wasn´t your place that you had woken up in. There were no
sketchbooks on the floor, no walls full of your paintings, no canvases and no
huge poster of Nick Carter. A shiver went down your spine as you were only
wearing some black lingerie that deferred a lot from your usual panties with
the days of the week stamped on them, which only confused you even more.
“Okay. So I´ve probably slept with him or
something. I should search for my stuff and go. Do I have college today?”
Muttering to yourself you carefully started
looking through the house and gave up after a while as your clothes where
nowhere to be found and decided to wait until he woke up. It had only been ten
minutes when your stomach started growling. What a great moment to be hungry.
You considered the situation and decided to just attend your needs.
“I might as well grab some food if I´m
Luckily for you there was a cookie jar placed
on the kitchen island and you didn´t hesitate to open it. Your mouth was watering and as your lips were
almost touching the first one someone grabbed your forearm and you threw the cookie
at whoever it was by natural reflex.
I know that this has been headcanoned before by people probably more articulate than I’m going to be, but I wanted to put this down both for my own purposes and also so I can link back to this later when I do up some other pieces.
It’s never stated that Zack has ADHD in canon, but he’s very coded towards it. The symptoms all tend to boil down to three categories (inattention, hyperactivity, and impulsivity) and it has three subtypes accordingly (predominantly inattentive, predominantly hyperactive, and a combination of the two). Zack falls squarely into the third category, having both inattention issues and hyperactivity/impulsivity.
With Zack, there is a constant refrain from Angeal - focus. He says it multiple times, in a tone that suggests he’s said it much more than we’ve heard. This addresses the “inattention” in that he’s easily distracted/forgetful and loses things. There’s a DMW flashback with Angeal that illustrates this perfectly (found here) where he has realized he’s forgotten his materia before a mission and is frantically looking for it, only to have Angeal point out that he’s forgotten his sword as well.
Literally the second thing you hear out of Angeal in the game is “get serious” which is immediately followed by “Zack, focus” - again, referencing difficulty staying focused on a task. Angeal proceeds to explain “there are no ShinRa troops on this train” before setting Zack off to fight what certainly appear to be ShinRa troops. It takes him a remarkably short amount of time to finish the task, and yet as soon as he’s on the phone with Angeal to receive his next set of instructions, he’s asking “why are we fighting ShinRa troops?” showing that he either has trouble listening, or remembering information - possibly both.
Kunsel later echoes this, saying that Zack has trouble remembering things, and this is such an issue for Angeal that it even earned a remark in a letter to his mother - “zero attention span, restless as a little puppy” which brings us to the second matter of hyperactivity.
Zack cannot stay still. While not necessarily what someone would immediately think of as “stimming” it’s obvious that Zack has to be in constant motion, most obviously referenced with his repeated habit of doing squats when he’s not immediately occupied. He’s very clearly high energy, always on the move. He also fits into the “impulsivity” in several ways.
He’s not particularly good at waiting, and is prone to fidgeting - both seen even as early as the Fort Tamblin mission, when he breaks cover to pace. He also is seen interrupting others speaking multiple times, something Angeal seems used to as he tends to leave pauses for him to jump in. Additionally, the entire existence of the DMW is in itself a good gauge of another symptom - not being able to regulate his emotions; Zack feels strongly, and acts impulsively on how he feels.
One example that stands out to me was how he automatically jumped to the assumption that Angeal had killed his own mother, despite Angeal never showing any inclination to, even going so far as to physically shake him and then punch him while shouting the accusations.
So the points continue to add up, the symptoms of ADHD (particularly in teenagers) matching Zack’s canon behavior enough to support the headcanon. I’d like to briefly address the fact that some people do like to try to write him off as either airheaded or unintelligent instead.
While it’s easy to brush off SOLDIER as just being brute force (especially after playing a game where you can get pretty far button mashing), the fact is that it takes skill to manage a sword, and there’s definitely a certain level of knowledge and comprehension required to successfully use materia. Not only that, but Zack has risen to Second Class and is up for promotion for First at the age of sixteen. Though we don’t have stated guidelines of how long it took him to get to that point, it’s still suggested by his eventually managing to go toe-to-toe with the big three that he’s a prodigy as well.
I would also like to propose the headcanon that it’s not always that Zack can’t focus at all - it’s that he hyperfocuses on too many things. An average human with ADHD can face overstimulation issues very quickly, due to difficulty or even inability to properly filter out unimportant things that they should be ignoring. Now add the results of SOLDIER enhancements, heightened senses, and it follows that at any one time, Zack might be thinking about physical sensation, his own racing thoughts, his trained environmental awareness, and the actual thing he’s supposed to be doing. That could overwhelm anyone, and yet he’s still largely successful.
I was talking with @vorpalgirl earlier, and she pointed out that by the nature of the disorder, many of the medications that are used are in fact actually stimulants. Given that mako enhancement stimulates the rest of the body, one can assume that the brain - also an organ itself - is likewise enhanced, which may help explain part of why he calms down some on reaching First Class and getting the next level.
Of course, none of this is ever explicitly stated, but I find it very interesting that several FF7 characters appear to be non-neurotypical and wanted to explore the very clear coding given that Zack has ADHD.
This isn’t a protest against the Left, this is a protest against a party that is social democrat in name only. This is a protest against a party that functions on bribery, nepotism, electoral fraud, and electoral lies, run by people who have gotten rich because they stole from public funds and because they encouraged graft, a party that is as nationalistic and religious and conservative as right parties that tend to lean on the extreme side.
This is a protest against Liviu Dragnea, a condemned criminal who is trying to manipulate the law of an entire country to erase his criminal record and the criminal records of his friends, and also who wants to allow his fellow party members to steal more from taxpayer money. A condemned criminal who is trying to close the Anti Graft Department for actually doing their jobs. A protest against a condemned criminal who took money from his county’s Child Protection Services and gave them to his ex wife and brought the state a prejudice of 20 000 euros, and some even say he laundered 1 billion euros, and who participated in electoral fraud. Against a megalomaniac who tried to pass a law that would forbid mocking him on the internet. Against a megalomaniac who wants to change the law in order to become prime minister, because currently our legislation prevents a condemned criminal to occupy a high state function. A megalomaniac who threatened our president with suspension for enforcing this law. A megalomaniac who accuses a mostly peaceful protest (with the exception of agitators that his own party sent apparently) of being a “ coup d’etat”, who compared a peaceful protest with miners breaking a protest and beating up intellectuals at his own former party bosses’ orders. A supreme asshole who defies an entire country, who looks and speaks to us condescendingly, as if we’re all stupid and he’s the only intelligent one. A supreme asshole who is willing to fuck our entire country, to damage our relations with the EU just for the sake of his massive ego.
Bonus: here is Romania’s Supreme Asshole after he spent 1 million dollars so he could travel to the US to meet America’s Supreme Asshole and take this shitty picture.
It’s notable that throughout the series Galra appear to be of different species,
which evokes several possibilities:
- Galra empire/planet is home to various species/races/tribes whatever, they origin from same homeland and get along well enough to be considered one folk, or
- Galra is one race that might crossbreed which brings some new genes to the population, still one type is dominant, or
- Other species are welcome in Galra army if they prove to be loyal to the empire, mb some folks from conquered planets or those who’d love to cooperate (we have cookies on the dark side, purple paint free if you bring a friend);
- Galra are artificial species because Haggar is that much into experimenting.
Btw regardless of looks they equally occupy high rank positions (and are all male btw too)
If not considering the possibility Galra are designed just based on Cats Are Evil and Reptiles Are Evil tropes and trying to take it seriously, let’s have a look:
-Ugly Napoleon Kitty
-May still count as kitty
- Maybe kitty dad chinchilla mom for Sendak
-Nooo, my favorite kitty! (y all the characters I love are always killed by scriptwriters anyway?)
-This one’s fishy
- Called it orc type
- Kitty orc type?
- Idk, he’s got tail, mb mixed, we’ll never know I guess
And in bunches
Now gag of the day, everyone’s headcanon is Keith’s mom’s kitty but she could be reptilian or orc type (lol I really hope she’s not)
This is the birth chart of Russell Brand (June 4, 1975 00:00AM Essex, United Kingdom)
The main thing I wanted to write about in regards to this chart was something very poignant that he said at one of his shows. It was in relation to fame and ties very closely with his natal Neptune in Sagittarius in the tenth house. He spoke about fame and altruism, all he wanted was fame, and that, he “chased after it (fame). I hauled myself up the mountaintop got to the apple and I tasted it and it turned to ash in my mouth”. This is very typical of the deceptive, illusionary Neptune, accelerated by visionary Sagittarius holding up the mirage of fame and notoriety
The ‘mountaintop’ reference is quite remarkable, considering Capricorn rules the tenth house, and the tenth house associates with the profession, public image, and fame. Neptune would have the individual believe that attaining fame will be his redemption. Nothing else will matter. This is the malefic expression of Neptune.
Neptune occupies a high position in the chart. It’s position in the tenth house could also relate to the emphasis he keeps making in his shows regarding finding individual consciousness amongst a collective and attaining an ‘inner unity’ (the union of Neptune). Such conscious knowledge would 'SAVE HUMANITY’. Again the redeemer is talking. Such politically and socially driven enthusiasm can be indicated by the ascended point of revolutionary Uranus in the natal chart. Such a position suggests a trailblazer in some form or another. TREWS is an example of this.
I believe Russell Brand is somewhat hypnotized by Neptune up there, cradling the midheaven, it’s ‘where I want to be’, and it’s one with God. But God calls through primitive means when Saturn is not anchored. Sex, drugs, poisons, hallucinogens, sleep, and delusion. I want to emphasise the profound Neptunian sway over Russell Brand’s life, reflective of his spiritual longings, substance abuse problems, and talent for acting and show. Neptune makes a tight opposition to his fourth house Gemini Sun conjunct to Mercury. His indwelling processes are highly mentally oriented and it’s this intellectual facet that defines his core projected to the world (tenth house Neptune). Brand has suggested on multiple occasions that he has a ‘problem with thinking’. Mercury is sextile Jupiter in Aries, indicating a restless mind that has trouble settling. It also demonstrates his grandiose expression, the extravagant vocal expression. Such ‘thinking problems’ have been remedied through Neptune outlets - drugs. Neptune trines Moon and Mars conjunct Aries and makes an opposition to Pluto. Emotional needs are very aggressive and habits can be overpowering, pedantic, reckless with life. With Jupiter there, knowing when to stop can be next to impossible. Saturn in the sixth is his chart ruler, and the urges to be of service
in some way, and develop ritual is important. This could have also contributed to a fanatic, compulsive, and addictive behavior. The indwelling needs can be too violent to fill. The inner world is in great search of enlightenment with the Sun in the fourth. He has an expressive interest in faith and philosophy. The inner planets occupy the lower hemisphere of the chart, while the outer planets are placed in the ascended position. This could indicate his discomfort with being in the public eye, as if it felt somewhat disconnected from his true nature.
The fifth house Mercury in Gemini is on great display considering its tenth house aspect. He is fascinatingly mercurial the way he talks about 'trying on personalities’. He makes people laugh by saying something really witty or even outrageous and then can be quite prophetic and talk about the divine feminine. His dynamic Mercury expression is really cool to watch, maybe because its in the fifth house with Mercury its like watching a showcase of Gemini character in cinematic display.
The main point I wanted to emphasise was the comment he made about ‘tasting the apple and it turning to ash in his mouth’. I think it really sums up the essence of Neptune. That it can hold up such a holograph of beauty, ideals so seductive and close you could almost taste it, but she fools people easily, and the likes of that sixth house Saturn and eighth house Pluto could not be satisfied with mere fame.
Fandom: Our Two Bedroom Story Category: Smut Character:
Notes: GANGBANG.. This has been in my head for some time but I already forgot most details >.
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One thing about being in the share house with your colleagues, you don’t need to worry about getting drunk when the bed is only few steps away and all the guys are pretty decent, well apart from Chiaki. So you don’t have to think twice when they decide to throw a celebration party for your recent award, your and Minato’s award to be exact. But, whatever, it’s your first official recognition as a journalist, you’re thankful to have Minato as a partner to work on such meaningful article.
“TO GET WHAT?” You yell incredulously.
“I’m just saying you need to be careful. You alone with all the guys with all the alcohol…” Tam smiles with concern.
“But still… I wouldn’t get…” You couldn’t stomach the word out of your throat but your best friend Tam has finished the sentence for you.
“Gangbanged! You may get gangbanged!’”
“Oh my god, Tam shut up!!!” You slam your redden cheeks to clam yourself down but Tam has already planted a seed in your head. Of course you’ve fantasied them in your dream or when you’re helping with yourself in the shower. You live with six hotties, how can you not? But the thought of being fucked by all of them at once? No, it has never crossed your mind until now.
“Yo!! Stop spacing out!” Minato hits your head with a bunch of papers and shakes you back to brainstorming about the new project. It’s hard to focus but secretly pinching your thighs under the table sure help a little.
Why!! Why does Tam has to say something like that?! It’s not like you are the type to be engage in some hardcore sexual activity. They wouldn’t think the same thing, would they?
From the look on Minato’s face, he kind of fits the type although you’re sure there are only certain positions he’d agree to do.
“I know I’m good looking but could you quit staring and get back to work?!” Minato smirks at you after flicking your forehead.
You apologize and put up with the endless meeting for another hour till the chief editor comes to rescue you for some grocery shopping. The growler is exceptionally cute when he’s shy, he blushes whenever his hand accidentally touches yours. Gangbang, Akiyoshi? Not a chance!
I like Jaal’s mom. She seems to know that her son cares about Sara very much, and she is not against their relationship as long as Jaal is happy. I think he spoke about Sara a lot with his mom. And he looked so embarrassed when she
praised him before Sara!
It was just magical and awesome and cute. In general, I like the attitude towards women in Jaal’s race. No all human stereotypes, women have equal rights with men there,
judging by the fact that they occupy the same high positions and no one
is oppressed. And yet, I wonder how humen can be attractive for his race. Anyway, this scene with his mother was just divine) I understand why women like him so much, he is almost perfect, but so alive!
I have this hogwarts au headcanon that lena’s family would all occupy high ranks as slytherins.
Lena being the genius she is, would have developed her magic earlier and mastered it better than anyone her age and would skip grades often.
But also, like Lena would be a ravenclaw because she’s so soft and sweet. And everyone would be so surprised, Lillian lowkey disgusted. But Lena would be proud, having her house mates supporting her.
Also she develops this major crush on Kara Danvers… technically they’re in the same level, but since Lena is advanced, the Griffondor quidditch’s champion is actually 2 years older…
in reality - Waitomo Glowworm Caves
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So I’ve been thinking too hard about Chloe Bourgeois from ‘Miraculous Ladybug,’ and I had to write out why she and her fellow queen bees were so interesting to me. That train of thought led me to writing this meta post about teenage girl bullies in fiction.
I’m not a fan of the “Alpha Bitch” name for this trope on TvTropes, and queen bee is too cutesy, so I’m using girl-bully instead. It’s not a perfect replacement, but hopefully I’ll be able to make my argument all the same.
Characters mentioned include Chloe Bourgeois, Pacifica Northwest, Gretchen Wieners, Quinn Fabray, Cordelia Chase, Trixie Tang, and Rachel Green. The focus here is Western television.
Everything looks emotional in italics. I’m sorry it took me so long to get this done but life really got in the way :c However, Princes Daniel, Philip, Harry, Louis and William are finally back!
I’d like to quickly dedicate this chapter to Shelley, who’s been my rock for the past few days and probably for the next few decades. You’re already pretty much my best friend ever, and I’m going to cherish that tweet for the rest of my life for bringing me to you. I hope we last like Dan and Phil. I love you. <3
Around two hours after my encounter with Minho in the pantry I was in the Bloodhouse. It was a nice place to chill out at – I mean if you don’t count the smell of manure, sweaty animals and the irony scent of blood.
In order not to seem like a creep who gets lulled by cackle and the rhythmic sound of Winston’s hatchet being implied into the wood of the cutting board while slicing I pretended to bath Bark.
I liked him. He was a quiet fellow who’s biggest problem was whether he should sleep on his left or on his right side.
However, my biggest problem was now to figure out some punishment for Minho for leaving me un-done – a punishment fit for the crime of not-satisfying.
Unfortunately, my mind seemed to throw a tantrum and not cooperate since I couldn’t come up with anything.
it wasn’t punditry, strategic error, or even a weak democratic candidate. the stone cold truth is that we live amongst millions of selfish, complacent, imbeciles who, in 2016 with the entire world at their fingertips, obtsinately refuse to see beyond themselves. democracy itself can never work with an electorate that seethes with anger at thoughtfulness, at pragmatism, at compassion despite difference, and at smart people.
the think pieces trickling in calling liberals out for losing because of an “elitist attitude” are terribly, terribly misguided. to villify the young, moderately well-educated people that overwhelmingly voted for hillary – most of whom are crippled by student debt – for not caring to understand the plight of the supposedly oppressed masses of middle america is bullshit. on the contrary, we are deeply thoughtful, we are deeply concerned, and we surely care about their well-being more than they care about anyone other than themselves. we are the ones racked with anxiety over climate change, over equality, over the fate of the world and we therefore unequivocally occupy a moral high ground when all is said and done. it is now high time we begin villifying the trumpisti and their retrograde “values” of anti intellectualism, fear, and every man for himself. this will be a rough four years, but i still believe the idealists, the readers, the travelers, and the artists own the future. on pense, donc on est.
to the deplorables: enjoy your new jobs shoveling coal, assholes.
I dragged my parents to see these beauties today! The Rock Houses of Kinver Edge were the last troglodyte dwellings occupied in Britain. Set high in the rock face just above Kinver, Staffordshire, the Rock Houses are said to have first been inhabited from at least the 18th century, as reported by Joseph Heely who wrote of taking refuge with a ‘clean and decent family’ in an 'exceedingly curious rock’.
In its hey day around 40 people lived in the little community, on three levels rising up the heath. Carved out of sandstone, the houses were easy to adapt to ones needs. If a room needed to be slightly larger or a new doorway was required, the inhabitants could just chisel away. The Rock Houses were lived in until the 1960s and are now owned by the National Trust.