okay this is me being bored

How focusing (aka. not multi-tasking) changed my study life

I had heard it occasionally - that multi-tasking was actually not good for the quality of whatever task I was doing. It made sense, but I loved mult-tasking so much. It gave me the illusion of productivity

Until I actually tried focusing for a while, did I realise how much I was actually losing by multi-tasking -  educationally and emotionally. Scrolling through tumblr during boring parts of a lecture seemed fine, since there were notes and it probably wouldn’t be tested in such depth anyway. Eating, while scrolling through social media, while watching a tv show, while messaging someone on facebook seemed ‘productive’. 

It turns out it was the opposite. It may seem fine, and at times it may actually be okay, but what matters is the principle. Dedicating your whole being to one task, focusing on it, produces much better results. It’s a quality over quantity thing. It also helped to calm me down emotionally - I used to always feel rushed, like there was so many things to do but not enough time to do them. Focusing on one task at a time - though it was hard at first - helped slow me down because I did everything properly, and didn’t have the feeling like I needed to go back and do things over again. 

Focusing on one thing wholly is also a form of practising mindfulness. Mindfulness ‘meditation’ isn’t something that requires you to sit down and meditate - it can be applied to our daily life. 

Since I started practising this mindful skill of focus, I’ve become much calmer, it’s been so much easier to stay on top of my work load and meet deadlines, I don’t feel rushed, I don’t feel unprepared or unorganised, and I do more quality work than when I used to multi-task.

There are times for multi-tasking and times for focus. Find the right balance and enjoy the task in front of you.

  • Remus: *bending over to pick something up off the ground*
  • Sirius: Please fuck me.
  • Remus: What?
  • Sirius: I SAID PLEASE FUCK ME, OKAY? LIKE, RIGHT NOW BECAUSE I CAN'T FUCKING GO ON BEING A BORING, STRAIGHT BOY ANYMORE, AND I WANT YOUR COCK--
  • Remus: *blushing furiously* Okay! Okay. Just please stop talking, Sirius. We're in the middle of a test.
  • McGonagall: Oh no, do carry on, you've just won me five galleons from Albus.
rule breakers. (m)

based on the prompt, “best friend’s sibling au”

pairing:
kim taehyung | reader
genre: fluff, light smut
warnings: slight voyeurism
word count: 20,453
description: there’s some unresolved history involving your best friend’s brother… but hey, maybe some rules are meant to be broken.
author’s note: i get inspired by the oddest little tidbits, and i swear the word count was supposed to be half the amount you see up there. also, say hello to the longest one-shot i’ve done so far.

Originally posted by kths

You have one of the greatest fortunes to be acquainted with the Kims in your first year of primary education, and perhaps it’s what has led you to one of your greatest downfalls (but we’ll get into that later on).

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hance headcanons

bc im bored and i love these boys

  • lance loves being carried by hunk
    • “hunk i want snacks” “okay lets go—” “hunk…” “do you want me to carry you” “yes”
    • he just sort of leans on hunk and hunk never lets him fall over
    • “sorry i guess i just.. fell for you” “shut up”
    • but literally its the sweetest thing ever hunk is lance’s knight in shining armor and they’re so in love
  • hunk regularly serenades lance with his uke or a guitar and it’s so cute
    • his voice is really smooth and deep and it puts lance to sleep most of the time
    • but he tries to stay awake if only to hear his beautiful boyfriend gently singing a bunch of cute little love songs to him
    • they’re both in love with the juno soundtrack so it’s often kimya dawson or the moldy peaches
    • pidge calls it gross but lbr she thinks it’s the most adorable thing ever
  • everyone says lance is the walking shitpost (which, yes, is valid) but hunk is on a whole other level
    • shiro once says something like “man my shoulder hurts” and hunk just starts reciting a commercial for arthritis verbatim
    • he is a dedicated shitposter
    • pidge and lance can’t stop laughing and keith is just really confused
    • whenever coran makes them run during training all he does is repeat the fitness gram pacer test until the only exercise lance is doing is laughing like an idiot
    • whenever keith tries to say something edgy he and pidge team up and play emo music over the speakers until no one can hear keith
    • “hunk, can you pass me the salt” [hunk grabs the saltshaker and proceeds to empty all of it on his own plate while making direct eye contact with shiro]
  • what this means is that, when he’s with lance, they quite literally are the meme team
    • they can do that scary thing where they say different parts of a sentence in sync and it’s amazing
    • “lov the cronch—” “hate the slorp—” 
    • pidge: “can you two shut the FUCK up”
    • they like to roast people in unison and keith regularly cries himself to sleep when this happens to him
    • keith: angsts about something
    • lance and hunk, in haunting unison: i was born with glass bones and paper skin. every morning i break my arms and every night i—
    • pidge: hey—
    • lance and hunk: perform the entirety of the goblin king song from the hobbit
  • they are so protective of each other it’s disgusting
    • lance literally doesn’t give a mother of fuck what happens to him
    • but if hunk gets hurt he turns into an unstoppable force of nature 
    • literally no galra gets out of there without at least one bullet hole in their skin
    • on the other hand
    • if lance gets injured in the slightest
    • catch hunk in the club blasting a million galra in the fucking face
    • literally there’s nothing left but craters that man is a savage when it comes to protecting his boyfriend
    • they’re so!! in!! love!!
  • hunk has this thing called the lance parable in which whenever anyone gets insecure about themselves he’s like
    • “lance sometimes gets like that too, and you can see that he’s literally the most talented, amazing, beautiful, considerate, iconic, wonderful, ethereal, godly person ever! so even if you feel bad about yourself it doesn’t mean you’re bad”
    • lance has no idea about it until he says it to keith in front of like everyone and he just
    • cries. he’s literally in tears and hugging hunk and its the most tender moment ever and everyone’s happy and ughndsingidfu
Something Great

Originally posted by notheartbroken

a/n: sorry for the absence but here is a cute one shot :-) smut warning gif credit to the owner 


His curl adorned head glanced over his shoulder and switched lanes with ease. Music was softly gracing the speakers with a light melody. The sky outside was grey and dull, rain littering the pavement and windows. With the rain and Harry surrounding my senses, I was calm.

The music flowing the truck was serene and I couldn’t help but sing along to the tune. “I don’t want to be your friend, I want to kiss your neck.” I took note of the grin that swept across Harry’s face when I started to sing. “What are you at?” I conjured. The grin that flashed his teeth and dimples grew wider, “You have a lovely voice s'all.”

I blushed at his compliment and kept my head turned to the window so he could fail to see my embarrassment ridden face.

I think I’m falling I’m falling for you

The lyrics resonated in my mind. What if my heart was really falling for this green eyed boy? My mind and heart were at conflict as I asked myself this significant question. Before I could ponder this question more than I already have, my mind swirled to the hand placed gently on my thigh. Even through my clothed material I could feel the hit that was immersed from his hand.

My heart swelled at the small, yet significant gesture that Harry had completed. Before I could revel in the sweetness of Harry anymore, he pulled his truck up at the curb in front of my house. The AUX cord connected to my phone was pulled out as I swiftly tucked it in my pocket. The door I was about to open, was pulled from my grasp. Harry smiled sweetly when I thanked him. See, chivalry isn’t dead.

His arm looped with mine as we walk to my doorstep. “I had a really nice time today.” His voice rang out, the British accent never failing to hook me into his voice deeper. “I did too.” An involuntary smile swept across my face, “We should do it aga-” My sentence was cut off by a loud crackle through the sky. “Yeah we should. But I should get going. Bye Y/N.” He gave me a swift hug, not nearly as long as I wanted. I hollered bye as he rushed through the yard to his truck.

When my door popped open, quietness surrounded me. Mom and Dad were still work. My room welcomed me with the scent of mahogany teakwood and I felt even calmer in that moment. The clothes I had on were stripped off me and replaced with sweats and an old t-shirt, my hair was pulled up into a bun. I had just sunk into my bed when a knock at my door startled me. I heaved a sigh and shuffled to my door. “So. My truck isn’t working.” A soaked Harry stood on my porch. “Alright, you can hang out until the rain stops.” I laughed and grabbed his arm and pulled him inside. “Stay here, I’ll grab you a towel and clothes.” I disappeared in my room, while I sent a swift text to my mom and explained the situation. My phone was placed back into my pocket, a towel in one hand and my ex boyfriends clothes in the other.

“Here’s a towel. And here are some clothes.” Harry’s eyes traveled down the clothes. “Are those your ex boyfriends clothes?” My cheeks heat up, “Yes…look, do you want clothes or not?” He chuckled, “Fine.”

Harry emerged from the bathroom just as I started to watch Supernatural. His appearance caused my to burst out into budding laughter. Around his legs he had tight boxer briefs that were way too short on his long legs, and his torso adorned a shirt that was too tight. “I look fucking ridiculous.” Tears spilled from my eyes, my stomach already gathering an ache. “You look amazing.” Harry’s green eyes rolls at my comment. “Shut it.”

He took a seat on the couch opposite of the one I was lounging on. “What are we watching?” He asked, slightly annoyed. “Supernatural.” Harry scoffed, “Really?”

“Hey it’s a good show!” He chuckled a little bit, “Yeah okay.”

“Hey I can kick you out if I need too.” My maneuvered to look at Harry and my eyes narrowed as I challenged him. “Okay, okay.” He raised his hands up in defense as he decided to climb onto my couch, my heart smiled, I got to be closer to him. I smiled at the green eyed boy who took my feet in his lap as I pressed play on the remote at his request.

About twenty minutes passed by of me being engrossed in the work of Sam and Dean Winchester when Harry started to become bored. His legs that held my feet started to bounce up and down. “You bored?” I asked, “No, I’m okay.” I took the time to admire Harry’s gorgeous face. He had sporadic freckles under his eyes and along his nose, something I’ve noticed before, just never studied them. His green eyes had yellow located around the edge of his pupil. Surrounding his eyes, long eyelashes fanned across. If there was ever a time to seize the day, now was that time. The body resting before me came closer as my body propelled itself towards him. And before I could think about anything else, my lips crashed to his.

Harry held me to him once I tried to pull back. I didn’t object anymore. Our lips melted together with heat intertwined. Harry’s hands grabbed my body and pulled me on to him. Each of my knees were at the side of his legs. My hands found his hair, slowly running my digits through his dark hair. A low moan leaked out of his lips and, sending a sensation through me. What was I doing? Harry and I were just friends. “Harry…were just friends…” The connection of our lips was lost, Harry’s lips were swollen and pink, they looked irresistible. “Y/n. You and I both know that isn’t true. We’ve been wanting each other for awhile now. Ever since I moved here I’ve wanted you.” The words he said to me affected my heart to swell. I can’t deny the fact that I did like him ever since he moved here from England. “Just…let us have this…” Harry practically whimpered out, his hand flew up to my hair as he brushed a stray strand behind my ear. “You’re all I want, so much it’s hurting.” How could I deny this beautiful boy? My body reacted over my mind once more as our lips reestablished. Our hips slowly collided, breathy moans released from both of us. Harry’s lips pulled from mine as he connected to my neck. My head rolled back as a loud moaned ripped through me. “I have wanted to do this for so long,” Harry moaned out, “Let’s take this to your room.” His large hands gripped my butt as he lifted us up, my lips were attacking his neck with my teeth, leaving red marks in the wake of it.

Harry shut my door behind him; swiftly he pulled his shirt of his lanky body. My eyes takes down his naked torso. He had toned abs, suddenly I felt insecure. The body of Harry was much prettier than mine. He was slender and tan. As I had fat rolls and was pale. “Harry…I don’t know.” He sighed, and my heart broke. I wanted to make love with Harry more than anything. But, that was my first time, and I didn’t know if I was ready to give him myself completely. Wasn’t I supposed to be in love with the person I lose it to?

“Y/N, if you’re worried about us not being in love, don’t. I’m incredibly in love with you, and I know you feel the same way. The way you’re body reacts to me when I touch you tells it all.” His hand lingered to my lip, touching it gently. His thumb rubbed over my bottom lip then slowly trailed to my chest, “Just a simple touch to your lip has already got it your heart racing…” He whispered then placed his hand over my heart. Sure enough, he was proved right. “But that’s not the case. I know you too well. It’s you’re body…you’re afraid I won’t find it beautiful.” My breath hitched with his words. His head lowered down, and kissed my clothed belly.

“Baby girl, that isn’t the case. You’re body….it gets my heart racing. Your hips curve in just the right way, your chest is big in all the right places, and your thighs, oh god, your thighs.” He moaned the last part out, I couldn’t help the slight whimper that I emitted from me when he squeezed my thighs.

“If you don’t believe me, feel this.” His hand took mine and placed it on the bulge in the boxers I gave him. Harry climbed on the bed and was faced on top of me. His arms supported him on either side of my head. Harry’s pink and slightly swollen lips came to mine. It wasn’t rushed this time, it was slow, sensual and intimate. “You’re beautiful,” he mumbled against my lips, “let me prove it to you.”

The shirt I had separating our bare chest was removed. My breasts were exposed to the first person other than myself who has seen them. This was my most vulnerable moment. I dearly hoped Harry would not mess this up. “I trust you.” I finally murmured out. Harry sweetly smiled. The smile made my heart swell. Lips kissed in the valley between my breasts. A hand gently kneaded one of them while Harry’s lips slowly made his way to the other. His tongue flicked my nipple, igniting a fire in my stomach. With a sudden gasp from myself, he did it once more, yet harder. He alternated between each breast. If that is how it felt to be pleasured that way, I couldn’t wait for Harry to work further down my body.

As if Harry read my mind, he kissed each of my breast one last time and then inched down my stomach. Leaving raised bumps on my skin and kisses. My breathing was heavy and uncontrolled. I wasn’t lying when I said I trusted Harry. I’ve never felt more ready to give someone myself as I was in that moment.

Harry arrived finally at my lower half. The sweats that adorned my legs and waist were removed. My cheeks reddened as Harry moaned. I forgot to put on underwear. “Do you always go commando?” He lightly chuckled. “Uh, only sometimes.” I mumbled out. “Christ.”

Harry’s curly haired head descended between my thighs. His dark hair tickled my skin. A finger swiped across my core sending a foreign sensation of pleasure through me. My thighs unconsciously tried to squeeze each other together. Harry’s hands took a hold of them, and gripped them tightly. He looked up at me, his eyes were a shade darker and I could almost feel myself dripping.

I entangled my hands in his hair once he touched his tongue to my swollen bundle of nerves. My body jerked as Harry continued to run his tongue vigorously worked on my clit. The moans slipping from my mouth, the tugging of his hair only seemed to fuel Harry more. Harry between my legs, eating me out was such an intense experience. I was sent wondering why I have never done this sooner.

“You taste so good, holy fuck.” He groaned against me, a finger started to inch in and out of me. It was an odd feeling at first, but once I got use to the alienated feeling after a few pumps. The feeling sunk into my bones. I could feel that I was going to untie soon. My first orgasm was soon going to rip through my overwhelmed body and I have never been so ready for it.

I convulsed from Harry’s mouth and fingers. I could feel myself tighten around Harry’s digits, my fingers gripped my sheets, and my toes curled with the pleasure coursing through my entire body.

Harry hauled up from my legs. Moisture surrounded his mouth. My moisture. “Are you on the pill?” I shook my head, “Okay. I have a condom.” I wasn’t sure why he carried a condom around. The feeling that sunk into me sent me into a panic. What if I wasn’t Harry’s first time? What if he was just using me? I wanted to curl up into a ball in that moment. I think Harry sensed my panic, “Relax. This is my first time having sex. I carry it around with me to look cool.” The side of his hand was brushed against my face, “I am just as nervous as you.” He definitely didn’t show it. He did himself of the borrowed boxers, then fetched his wallet. The foil wrapper was torn open then soon the latex was rolled on to Harry’s hard shaft. Harry’s penis was the first one I have seen, but it was beautiful. I silently laughed at my thoughts, “Whatcha laughing at over there? Something funny?”

“No, you’re just beautiful.”

He climbed back onto the bed and kissed my nose, “and so are you.” Harry positioned himself between my legs. “Are you ready?” I nodded, I have never been more ready. “Okay.”

Harry pushed himself inside of me, a vehement moan elicited from his throat. “Holy fuck, this is better than I could imagine.” The unfamiliar feeling a male being inside of me was unpleasant to say the least. As Harry drew his hips back slowly and would push back against me, a pain would set in. It wasn’t very painful, but it was annoying. “Are you okay? Do I need to stop?” My head shook, “No, keep going.”

“With pleasure.”

After a few thrusts, the sensation set in and I started to experience the pleasure everyone thrived about. Before too long, my hips were meeting Harry’s furiously. Sweat began to bead at my forehead and in the valley of my breasts. Our moaning became louder and our breaths became rampant.

Pleasure cascaded through me with each propelling of our clashing hips. “Hold on, let me do something.” And with that, Harry moved his hips in such a way that he hit a certain spot inside of me. I cried out in what I could only explain of irrevocable bliss. “Oh fuck.” Harry accelerated his hips as his tongue met my breasts, I don’t know how much longer I could last with all of this overwhelming me. “Harry…I won’t last long..” Harry mumbled something onto me.

A thumb flicked my clit, and Harry kept hitting that spot that only kept making me moan louder each time. Soon I started to throb around Harry. My vision blacker out and I felt myself release onto Harry with a deafening moan. “Fuck Harry!” My nails raked down his back, an action I soon loved to peruse.

Harry growled out then soon twitched inside of me, spilling himself into the condom. Harry sweaty body collapsed on me, our chests heaving. “Y/N, that was amazing.” He said into my ear. “Oh my god, it was.” My hand was playing with Harry’s curls when he rolled off of me and pulled me onto his chest. “I see why everyone makes a big deal out of it now.” I chuckled out, Harry’s chest bounced up and down with a laugh rattling through him. “Yeah, so do I.”

Before we could continue our cuddling session, my phone buzzed with a text. “On my way home.” It read, from my mom. Panic rose in me, I jumped from Harry’s chest throwing clothes around to get dressed. “My mom is on her way.” Harry jumped up as well and got dressed. I pulled my hair into a bun and checked myself in the mirror. I truly looked like a different girl. There was a certain glow to my skin that I couldn’t place. My eyes looked brighter and my cheeks held red. “How doI look?” I asked Harry, “Freshly fucked.” He grinned with a dimple popping into his cheek. I rolled my eyes at him. We walked into the living room and I continued to play supernatural.

Eventually my mom stumbled through the door. “Hi Harry.” She smiled. “Hey Mrs. Y/L/N. How are you?” “I’m great, thank you for asking. You’re such a sweet boy. Why don’t you come over more often?” She passed him with a quick ruffle to his hair. Harry looked at me, “Maybe I will.” Then added a wink.

Tackling Piles of Readings

Beautiful Instagram-worthy study pictures and colorful pen sets aside, tackling piles of course reading is something that very few individuals look forward to. Before I go ahead and tackle my homework for tomorrow, I thought I’d share with you all a brief set of tips as to how I get it done. 

  1. Sit in a place that’s cozy, but not too cozy. For me, that place is my dorm bed. I live between three different places and my bed at my parents’ home (which is only 30 minutes away from my university) is definitely not the place for me to be studying. For some reason, however, I can study perfectly fine on the bed in my dorm room. This isn’t the case for everyone. Lots of people advise against studying in your own bed. For me, I think it’s honestly just a personal preference. What I do make sure to do, however, is to not read under heavy blankets. Instead, I’ll do my reading while I am wrapped up in a thin blanket and am sitting up against my pillows. 
  2. Make sure everything you need is nearby. For me, everything includes a light snack and refreshing or soothing drink (today I’ve chosen bubble tea). Other items that may be useful while reading include pens and highlighters for annotating and a notebook/computer to take notes in. 
  3. Illuminate the room with light. Try to read in a place full of light. That way the darkness doesn’t trick your brain into falling asleep. 
  4. Have a notepad at hand. Write any random, distracting thoughts unrelated to your reading in this notepad. That way, instead of getting side tracked by sudden thoughts, you have them all written down in one place. 
  5. Music? No Music? Up to you. Just make sure that the music is instrumental only. Music with words might throw you off as you read. Keep it on low, if possible. I like to listen to tracks that repeat themselves constantly. That way I don’t get distracted by new chords. Here’s a particular favorite track of mine: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lX8QVBl-ZG0&t=205s
  6. Keep a dictionary at ready. Look up words you don’t understand as you go. Jot down notes into your reading. The more confused you are, the less you’ll gain from whatever you are reading. This is why clarifying terms is important. 
  7. Take breaks every so often. The human brain is like a sponge, but even sponges have limits to the amount of liquid they can hold. Similarly, your brain has a limit to the amount of concentration it can sustain in one sitting. Take a break when you start feeling brain dead. But time yourself. Make sure your break stays limited. And don’t check social media in this break (unless absolutely necessary). What I like to do is actually get something done off my to do list (like sending an email or filling out a form). That way, I feel better and more accomplished after I’ve taken my break. If I’m feeling too lazy to do that, I usually just jam out to non-instrumental music for a bit or watch a cooking video. The type of video you watch is important because you don’t want to go down that familiar rabbit hole of distraction. That rabbit hole, for me, is comprised of study bloggers, beauty vloggers, etc. Cooking videos just happen to not be rabbit hole videos for me. Find yours. 
  8. Don’t get down on yourself. Don’t get down on yourself if you’re having trouble reading or if you don’t find your reading interesting. Not everything in the world was written to be a thrilling piece of literature or an excitingly well-written research paper. Some pieces of work are just boring – and that’s okay. What’s important is that you finish the reading so that you understand tomorrow’s lecture or get a better understanding of a concept being discussed in class. You won’t always have fun studying. Studying is hard work and hard work is just that: hard. Just keep on at it. In the end, you’ll be glad you did. So will your GPA. 

Those are my eight tips for tackling reading! Happy Studying!

With love, hugs, and good wishes,

Huda

Okay but

I’m not saying this actually does mean something, but I have a lot of thoughts about why ASTRO’s first scenes show them being sad, and their second scenes are them being happy.

Let me explain.  In Bin’s 1st scene, he’s shown looking a little sad?  Maybe not sad exactly, but bored at least.  There’s also popcorn on the floor.

Fast forward to his second scene, and he’s happily making a mess with the popcorn.

All of the members are displayed in this way, with their “sad” scenes coming before their happy scenes.  In a few of them, they discarded the items they have in the happy scene.  Sanha, for example, is shown with his guitar in his happy scene but in his first scene, the guitar is lying on the floor.

1st (”sad”) scene:

2nd (happy) scene:

I won’t go into pointing out the changes in every single member’s rooms on this post, because that would make it too long.  However, I will list all my ideas on why ASTRO is shown as happy after looking bored (or being bored/sad before being happy?)

1. It’s a metaphor.

Okay, this whole concept is about us.  The “baby” they sing about is AROHA.  There is a purple bottle (which doesn’t seem to have a definitive room) with the AROHA logo on it.  The first teaser showed Eunwoo reaching out toward the camera, implying that he was reaching out to the watcher of the video, meaning AROHA.

Being sad/bored before being happy is a metaphor for how ASTRO felt before AROHA and then after they met us.

To me, this is the most logical explanation.  The entire concept is about AROHA, so why not?

2. Their rooms are the bottles.

In Breathless, ASTRO were soda bottles.  We knew that.  However, they were all shown as either orange or blue bottles the entire time.  In Baby, each member is represented by a different color.  The legitimate bottles each have logos for the members.

These logos show up as neon signs in the members’ rooms.  The only one we don’t see fully is Sanha’s because he’s jumping up in front of it like the hyper child he is blocking it.

What if these logos are actually the light shining through the outside of their bottle, to the inside?  The rooms are all color coded (except for the room where all 6 of them are shown, dancing).  Each one has a neon sign.  I think it might be a possibility.

Since their rooms are their bottles, then their happy moods must be when their bottle is full and their sad moods must be when the bottle is empty.

Bottles would be full when they’re happy, aren’t they?  Optimism is always described as being “the glass half full” so the bottle being completely full would mean happiness, right?

3. These are the dream rooms.

I made a post previously about drinking each bottle leading to a different dream.  Drink the orange one, you get a dream of MJ, drink a blue one you get a dream of Eunwoo, yellow for Sanha, and so on.  Could it be that these dreams happen in these rooms?

If you drink the orange soda, would you dream about jumping on a trampoline with MJ?  Would drinking the red soda lead to making a mess out of making popcorn with Bin?

4.  They got picked, but then they didn’t.

So, ASTRO are the sodas.  If someone drank their soda, then that would create a link between the member and the person who drank the soda.  Right?  So, if ASTRO is sad, maybe that’s because nobody has picked them yet.  They’re sitting in the soda freezer, waiting to be picked so someone would dream about them.

If someone drinks the soda, is dreaming about that member optional?

Maybe someone drank the drink but didn’t bother interacting with ASTRO through the dream option.  Being picked only to be tossed away sure would make someone sad.

5.  The dreams are hallucinations, and the hallucinations happen in these rooms?

This one I feel like I’m stretching it, but hear me out.

@moon-hyuks brought up a very good point when the first music video teaser came out, and that was the sodas could be made out of the flowers.

To clear up confusion, it’s these flowers that she was talking about.

Now, there really are a lot of plants in the D Store.  I know it could just be there to fill up set space in filming.  Empty space isn’t good, but also: this is a store that sells sodas, so why are there a ton of vases of flowers and a lot of greenery?  

Again, I know, it could be just decoration, but if it’s just decorations then why bother making a scene out of Sanha trimming the flowers?  And if it’s just decoration for the inside of the store, why bother putting the store in a place that’s literally surrounded with plants outside?

They have to get the plants to make their hallucinogenic soda from somewhere, so why not right outside of their store?

If you drink the soda, ASTRO can’t just have you wandering around, so they put you in these rooms in their store and have fun making popcorn or playing the guitar for you until your hallucination dream is over.

If I have anymore thoughts, I might add them to this post.  I could make a new post too, though..

anonymous asked:

Ok, so like if they had done an actual cap 3 instead of cw where sam and steve went after bucky and you go to write how that would go down, how would you have had the reunion/recovery go? do you think bucky would' want to be found?

I’m on mobile so I’ll have to format this later and put a read more in, but here’s what I would have wanted. Again, it’s long, I’ve thought about this at length.

We would have seen Steve and Sam, probably in Sam’s apartment reading and rereading files, crossing out leads, there’s a map with locations marked and also crossed out, Sam’s on the phone about another possible lead. Steve looks kinda defeated, it’s been 2 years and still he feels like they’re no closer than they were in 2014. Sam hangs up the phone, sits down next to Steve and says something like “Hey man, when he wants to be found then we’ll find him, and I got a pretty promising lead in Romania that says tin man is ready.” And Steve’s all “Sam, you gotta stop calling him tin man” - but he’s already collecting stuff to get ready to leave. And Sam’s close behind him like “Fine, how’s Robocop? Terminator? Man with the Midas touch?” “His arm isn’t gold Sam, can we go?”

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teenage!dan because Why The Fuck Not

Working with Daniel Howell on your science project was exhausting.

Sure, he was a nice guy. And sure, he was beyond good looking. But he didn’t know shit about science and relied on you to do all the work. At this point, you were considering asking for a new partner. He was just that useless.

It was another day spent on the floor of his room, textbooks and stationery spread around you. Dan was lying on the floor beside you, throwing and catching one of your pens while you slaved away at perfecting the work.

“This is so boring” Dan sighed after almost ten minutes of silence.

You rolled your eyes, replying “Maybe it wouldn’t be as boring if you stopped being useless and maybe helped?” you replied, trying to hide the aggravation in your voice.

He rolled onto his side to face you, head in his hand. “Show me what to do and I’ll helped” he said, surprising you at his sincerity.

“Uh, okay. All you have to do is copy out this,” you explained, pointing to a passage on one of the textbooks, “and draw out the diagram that goes with it”

“Alright then” he said, picking out a piece of paper and pen. You watched as he actually did work, shrugging your shoulders and continuing your own part.

It had been thirty minutes of joint hard work before Dan spoke again. “We need a break” he announced, dropping the pen in his hand.

You did the same, agreeing with him for once. “How about we go get something to eat? I’m starving” you suggested, turning to face him.

“Or,” he began, moving closer to you. “We could do something else..”

His fingers trailed from your bare ankle to your inner thigh, getting higher and higher up your skirt . You shuddered slightly, but placed a hand over his, stopping him. “Dan, we can’t” you breathed out, thought you desperately wanted his hands to continue their journey.

“Why not? My family’s not at home, and I’ve seen the way you look at me. You want me” he answers, a cocky smirk on his face. Your breath hitched at his words, his hands slowly slipping out of your grasp, holding your chin. “I want you too. You don’t know how fucking hard it’s been to watch the girl of my dreams right next to me every day and not bend you over a table and fuck you so hard you can’t walk”

You almost moaned at this, but before you could his lips met yours with a gentle kiss. His hands trailed from your chin to your chest, down to your stomach and then back up to tangle in your hair. His tongue slipped into your mouth easily, making the kiss even deeper.

He pulled you on his lap, and you could feel his hard on pressing against your panties, making you moan. Dan pulled away, panting. “Fuck baby, that sound” he groaned before attacking your neck with bites, making you moan yet again. You started to rock your hips against his crotch. He tilted his head back and moaned at the feel before grabbing your hips and pushing you on him harder.

“Fuck, y/n I’m so hard for you” he whispered before sitting you on his thigh. He lifted your shirt over your head, throwing it on the flor amongst the now abandoned project. “Grind” he commanded, looking you in the eye. You obeyed, rolling yourself on his thigh. You couldn’t hold back the moans, it felt so good. “You’re such a slut for daddy, getting if on my thigh like that. You think you could cum like this? Cum all over my thigh?” He whispered in your ear.

You simply moaned louder in reply, hands fiddling with the button of his jeans while continuing to grind on him. You pulled his cock out of his boxers, before stroking it faintly with your hand. “Holy shit, just like that” Dan breathed out. He used his hands to unclasp your bra. He slipped it off your shoulders and began massaging them with his hands.

You were a mess now, desperately grinding onto Dan’s thigh while working on him with one hand, your hands moving up and down him rapidly.

“Fuck, I’m close” you warned.

“Cum on my thigh, y/n” he commanded. He bit your neck one more time and as if on cue, you felt your whole body heat up as you threw your head back, coming hard.

“You’re so fucking hot babygirl” Dan stuttered out. Your hands were still moving up and down his cock, covered in pre cum. You climbed off him, lowering your head to his tip before taking his head in your mouth, hallowing your cheeks and sucking hard.

“FUCK” he yelled, grabbing your hair and forcing himself into your mouth. He hit the back of your those which made you gag a little, which seemed to only encourage him. Soon enough you could taste his cum on your tongue as he shit his load down your throat, moaning your name the whole time.

You moved away from his crotch and looked up at him, trying to catch your breath. “Wow” was all you could say, your chest heaving.

He pushed you down onto the floor, and hitched your skirt up. “Dan? What are you doing” you asked, looking down at him.

“Hey, you got to taste me, it’s only fair if you cum in my mouth”

It’s Okay

Hey guys! I’ve got my first ever Power Rangers fanfic here. I saw the movie on Thursday and I just really really loved it. I also started shipping Billy x Jason from the moment Jason slapped the shit out of that bully. So, here’s my fic for them. I hope you guys like it!

All mistakes are my own




Jason’s been to a lot of football practices. Like, a lot. But none of them have made him as tired and as sore as training to be a Power Ranger has. Every step he takes, makes some muscle somewhere hurt. But it’s a good hurt, this is the happiest Jason’s been in a long time. He finally feels like for once he’s doing something right. After all nothing beats training to be a superhero and then going for pizza with his friends.

They’ve been getting closer and closer, the five of them. They’re all different, extremely different and at first it wasn’t clear if they actually could get along. But now, Jason can’t think of anything better than hanging out with the other four.

Sadly, tonight’s not a pizza night. Kimberly had to be home for a family dinner. Zach needed to check on his mom and Trini, well she hadn’t said why she was leaving but she left all the same. Which leaves Jason and Billy for the rest of the evening.

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How to "survive" a funeral without empathy

1.Hide
Wear glasses if you can and anything else that hides your face except for your own hair. This will make you look less approachable and help you hide your lack of reaction.
2.Avoid
Keep your shoulders hanging and look on the ground, if someone wants to “connect” with you, tell them, that you need a moment to yourself or ask where the toilet is and leave.
3.Cry
Keep your eyes open, after about seven seconds their should be tears forming in them.
This will need practise as there are muscles involved you might not control or use at all usually. It will be easier if you focuse on something far away and concentrate on not letting your vision blur.
While your begin to cry “think sad thoughts” such as “They will kill me”. Later on you can return to that line of thought and use it as a trigger.
4.Talking to “kinsmen”
Instead of lieing you can say “I don’t know what to say”, “I can’t even imagine how difficult that must be for you”, “I don’t know if there is a way I can make you feel better, but you should know I am here, okay?”. It might not only be more convincing, but you can also make a game out of it, to keep yourself from being to bored.
At the end remember not to talk too much. People will write it off as sadness and leave you alone anyways.
5.Plan beforehand
Depending on how “close” you were to the dead person, you can plan different things. For example you can bring lots of roses and hand one to each person that attends the funeral. It will keep them from hugging you, make you look busy and offer you an excuse to flee someone’s company.

Things a Gemini Would Say
  • “I still love you, even though you’re annoying”
  • “We’re going to be best friends, I can tell.”
  • “Not to be a creep or anything, but where are you from?”
  • “Okay, I changed my mind.. What?”
  • “Ugh, I need new friends.”
  • “I hate being bored. I need something to do today.”
  • “You can say whatever, it won’t stop me from doing what I want.”
  • “Why are you even here?”
  • “I was just playing, you take everything seriously.. Ugh.”
Teaching Starters

A sentence meme where my muse is showing yours how to do something or vise versa. Some are particular or specific, while others may be left to interpretation.

Teaching:

You shouldn’t wear yourself out so quickly… breaks are fine too.
Be sure to water the plants carefully, they’re more delicate than they seem.
Getting injured isn’t going to help anybody, don’t overdo your training.
See, tying a tie is actually easier than you think…
The thing about cooking is, as long as you stick to the recipe there isn’t much that can go wrong.
Only point a weapon when you intend to kill.
Jumping headfirst won’t be an advantage in a fight. You’ve gotta be defensive… a thinker.
A garden requires patient labor and attention. You can almost say it’s a labor of love.
Music expresses what can’t be put into words. Tune into your feelings first.
Calm down. A little hard to do that task when your hands are clamming up, isn’t it?
Look you don’t drown, I’m holding you up alright? Try floating.
The brush strokes are too wide. Keep your hand more controlled.
Knitting isn’t so hard once you learn the basics.
Keep your emotions in check. That fear of something going wrong- your hesitation. Discard it.
You have great potential but your abilities should be kept in control first.
You look like you’re getting tired. Should we conclude this for now?
Fishing isn’t just about catching fish… it’s also a form of meditation.
To dance you need to have rhythm. Watch your feet now.
As long as you’re doing your best, that’s what matters. Let’s try again.
Just do what I do. Watch me carefully…
Now this part is tricky, but you can perfect it with practice. In time, it’ll almost feel natural.
You need to be more careful, that was reckless!
This isn’t a race. You will learn it within time and with patience, I promise.
You won’t make progress if all you’re trying to do is impress others.
If your art makes people happy, that’s really what matters.
I’ll guide you through it. Give me your hand…
Being stubborn is cute and all but it won’t help you here.
I don’t always have all the answers. Sometimes, you need to find them on your own.

Being Taught:

This is boring.
This is taking too long, how long am I supposed to go at it? Years?
My work isn’t as good as yours…
I’m getting tired…
I’m not that tired…
This is too hard.
I don’t have much of a green thumb though…
But it always burns!
I’m trying but I feel like this isn’t going anywhere.
Can you show me how to do this?
Okay, d-don’t let go of me though…
I can’t, I’ll sink like a rock.
I want to get stronger. Will this really help me?
My drawings suck.
I can’t do this if you’re just gonna be staring at me.
This is confusing! None of this is making sense!
I did it! I finally did it!
Bet you’re impressed by my progress, huh?
But I’m singing the notes… where am I going wrong?
What do you mean you need to ‘believe’ what I’m doing?
It should be fine as long as I’m stronger than them, right?
You said you would take it easy one me…
But I’m doing everything you say…
Doesn’t it scare you?
How does this taste?
But we’ve been at this like ALL DAY…
I’ve made a lot of progress… thanks to you.
All you do is point out what I’m doing wrong.
As long as you’re here to show me, I don’t think it’s all that bad.
Well? Do I pass?

Being Aromantic isn’t like any other orientation

With every other orientation one of the persons end goals is usually to end up with at least one other person domestically. That isn’t necessarily true with aros. And that is okay! It doesn’t make your boring or broken. I don’t see what the big deal is. 

I’m writing this because I think it’s important. I don’t know about other aros’ but Chip Zdarsky’s tweet about him not thinking Jughead would be aro when he gets older hurt me deeply. Please don’t get me wrong, I have nothing against demi-aros. But there is nothing pointing to that being true? I feel like he just thought a person not end-game with anyone was boring or sad. It really hurt me.

There’s one thing about Dracula adaptations that always bugs me: the reincarnated wife plot. Dracula is haunted by tragic death of the love of his life, usually from before he became a vampire. (In Francis Ford Copolla’s fever dream Vlad the Impaler is so sad about his dead wife that he yells at God and stabs a cross and that turns you into a vampire, apparently). Then, he lays eyes on Mina. He immediately knows that she is his dead wife reborn through oceans of time or whatever. Their love is destined and he must have her. 

I’m particularly thinking about Coppola’s Bram Stoker’s Dracula (which is a ludicrously inappropriate title; I’ve decided to go with BS Dracula instead). The NBC Dracula series also jumps on the dead wife bandwagon. Dracula Untold too, though as far as I can tell that movie has less than one percent to do with the novel. (I get the feeling these adaptations are playing follow the commercially successful leader). For an interesting change of pace, there’s also the 1973 Dracula starring Jack Palance where Lucy is the reincarnated wife. 

I hate this cliché with every fiber of my being. I don’t want it anywhere near my favorite novel. Honestly, I don’t think I’d want this story anywhere. But, it’s particularly awful in the context of the original novel. Let me just sort of spew my rageful thoughts out here, particularly with BS Dracula in mind.

Firstly, this plot completely takes away Mina’s agency. Dracula is the only one who remembers their connection. He has to tell her that they’re supposed to be soulmates. And, he starts pursuing her before she knows any of this. There’s some hefty entitlement going on here. She was with him before, so she’s going to be with him now, even if she has no memory of it. He lost his lady, he was sad, he spent hundreds of years moping and murdering innocent people, and then he gets a replacement. She takes away his sadness and brings out his better nature (not that he attempts to make any restitution to his victims; apologizing for eating babies just wouldn’t be romantic, I guess).

Mina isn’t presented as having any real choice in the matter. She has to be same woman as she was in her previous life. She has to love him back. Her previous life up to this point doesn’t matter. It’s like that bit from Daria: without knowing it, she’s just been waiting her entire life for him to show up and now her life can really begin. She exists to be in love with him.

Yet, this relationship is supposed to be positive for both of them. Being with Dracula fulfills some need she wasn’t even consciously aware of before. Because, you see, Victorian society is repressing her sexuality and individuality. So, she needs a man to come along and liberate her. Of course, she can’t be really fulfilled with Jonathan. I mean, come on, he’s a kind, naïve, well-mannered, generally nice guy. How boring is that? He needs to be a complicated, ambiguous, dangerous, mysterious, dark and brooding loner who murders people, but he feels bad about it so it’s okay. 

That brings me to the second thing that enrages me about the dead wife cliché: how it stands in comparison to the canonical relationship between Jonathan and Mina.

Dracula and Mina’s love is supposed to be based on destiny. They’re in love because they’re soulmates. They’re in love because they’re in love. It’s a grand romance that was always meant to be. But, it doesn’t feel like it’s based on anything about them as people and how they relate to each other on a practical level. 

Jonathan and Mina’s love is shown in their actions as well as their thoughts towards each other: simple things, not always grand gestures. Jonathan takes recipes home for Mina. She memorizes the train schedule to help him out. They learn shorthand together. They have common interests (“Trains are so cool.” “I know, right?”). They supported each other in their careers. They set up a household together. They deal with day to day issues. I can’t imagine Mina and Dracula working on a budget, doing taxes, discussing schedules with the serving staff, giggling at each others dumb jokes, complaining about the latest changes in the train schedule or just getting ready for bed and chatting over the boring minutiae of the day, like I can with the Harkers.

And even in more extreme situations, their relationship is far more meaningful. Jonathan faces off against vampires and bloodthirsty wolves to see his fiancée again. Mina travels to a strange country on her own and marries Jonathan while he’s in his sick bed. She supports him through is grief and trauma. As I’ve said before, she puts together the group, and is ultimately the one who is responsible for stopping Dracula, because she wants to get to the bottom of what’s wrong with her husband.

Even through the grief of losing his second father and the lingering trauma from his ordeal at Dracula’s hands, Jonathan wants to take care of Mina. To the point that he inadvertently harms her by agreeing to keep her out of the investigation. And he regrets his actions. When Mina says that she’s “unclean,” Jonathan embraces her, reassures her that there’s nothing wrong with her. He tries his best to comfort her as her condition worsens. He will stand by her in life, death, or undeath.

What does Dracula concretely do for her? He feels bad about the countless people he’s murdered. He offers her generic “love.” He fills some need she didn’t know she had, that in the movie comes off primarily as just sexual. She has to be with him. In trope terms, she exists to be his morality pet and replacement goldfish.

I’m not saying I don’t enjoy love at first sight, love that persists across time, reincarnated soulmates. I’m a romantic. But, there needs to be something behind that. I need to know that these people work as friends, as partners. The reincarnated wife plot in BS Dracula and its imitators isn’t romantic. It’s soaring strings, staring into each other’s lives, sex, and vague destiny trying its hardest to tell me that its romantic.

Why would I want to see that when I have Mina and Jonathan’s love story? When I have a personal, real, human love story?

Hell, consider Jack and Lucy’s relationship: a lonely, complicated man with a dark side (and, yeah, a strain of self pity) who is turned down by the woman he loves who is in love with a more traditionally romantic hero. And? He respects her, accepts her choices, supports her even if he’s still hurt by the loss. He doesn’t force the issue, he doesn’t think that she needs his love to make her life complete. He’s a good person. He’s likable despite, maybe because of his faults. We want to see him overcome his demons and live a better life. I don’t want to see Dracula redeemed. I don’t see him as a dark, gothic rebel saving Mina from those stupid, Victorian preps. I don’t want Mina to be reduced to an object for his redemption arc.

He’s a terrifying villain because he’s an abuser, a manipulator, a sadist, who violates people physically, mentally, and emotional to take away their power. Dracula is something fundamentally evil in an unsettlingly real way. There’s nothing sympathetic about Dracula. Rewriting the story to make him an antihero only reflects that the author thinks that Dracula, dark, tortured, dangerous, powerful, is a figure we should identify with, above someone like Jonathan. And popular culture seems to by and large agree that this is the story we want to see. And that doesn’t reflect well on the popular psyche.

The reincarnated wife plot isn’t more interesting than the love story in the book. Jonathan and Mina Harker aren’t boring. They’re a romance we can really aspire to. 

Running Out Of Time

pairing: Lin x reader

warnings: ANGST

requests: “Anonymous asked: because I’m a literary masochist (apparently), pretty pretty please may I have just all kinds of Lin angst? Ruin me with your words” (i didn’t write this for the request specifically, because i have another fic in the works that’s angst as well which i wrote for the request)

summary: Nine years of being married to Lin, and each of them was a blessing. (idk how to summarize it, just stay for the storyline please)

Okay wow this fic really took a lot out of me. Thank you to @sunshinemiranda for the advice and for generally being amazing! This was somehow inspired by What I’m Proudest Of by @ourforgottenboleros, who also inspires me daily. I don’t know how to feel about this fic. Enjoy!

words: 4050 lmao oops

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before.

Lin paused the episode of Gilmore Girls and turned to you.

“Remember how our first conversation was about how boring parents were?”

“We were 4, though, so that’s perfectly acceptable.”

“Remember when you avoided me all through primary school?”

“That was because my friends wouldn’t stop singing ‘K-I-S-S-I-N-G’ whenever you talked to me!”

“Like I would’ve kissed you then, girls had cooties.”

“That wasn’t what you said in high school at that party.”

“God, shut up. I was drunk, we were separated in middle school, and that was the first time I saw you in a dress, okay?”

“Funny how we became best friends, though. Our friendship prevailed through the violent road of high school, college and after college.”

“Funny how we had such faith in platonic sleepovers and we really believed it when we said ‘Oh, we’re just friends.’”

“Funny how I told myself I wouldn’t marry you because my mom thought you were the perfect guy.”

“Funny how I’m getting married to my best friend and nothing has ever felt this right.”

“That, I can agree with.”

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Intervention for Winn

“Okay, okay, yes, Lyra and I were there last night, but her brother’s safe and sound now, so no art thievery, I swear, we just – ”

“Whoa Winn, slow down. I don’t know where you and Lyra were after your Guardian stint last night and I really don’t want to. That’s not why I’m calling.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah. But I do have donuts for you, if you… I kind of… I need to talk to you… alone… I mean, I’m sorry, you and Lyra probably have plans – ”

“Name the time and place, my favorite pool shark, and I’ll be there.”

“You gotta stop calling me that.”

“You love it.”

“Do we wanna go back to the public undecency you and Lyra apparently got up to last night?”

“Time and place, Maggie. Uh, Detective Sawyer.”

“8 o'clock. The bar okay for you?”

“Only if we can shoot some pool, my favorite… um… girlfriend of Alex’s…”

“Sure, Winn. Sure.”

She hangs up and she glances at Alex and James and Kara.

“Still not sure why you guys wanted me to be the one to call him.”

“You’re new, Maggie. If you say you want to see him without his girlfriend, he’ll come. He likes you and he doesn’t want to get off on the wrong foot with you.”

“Because he’s scared of me?”

“Yes, babe. You’re terrifying.”

James and Kara snort, and Alex and Maggie glare teasingly.

“You’re sure Brian’s information’s accurate?” Kara asks one more time.

One more time because Winn is happy, and Winn is giddy, and she doesn’t want to take that from him.

Or, worse, have him turn away from all of them because he’s offended by their intervention.

“Winn might be more scared of your sister than he is of me, but I’ve got fear down to Brian’s boots. He might be a little… odd. But his intel’s never failed me before.”

James sighs and rubs his hand over his face.

“It’s not hard to believe, Kara. I mean, I wish it were, but… you should have seen Lyra go after that boy at the liquor store. He was just a kid, you know, and it was like she had no empathy.”

Maggie sighs and Alex twitches. Maggie takes her hand, because she knows that Alex, of all people, understands Lyra’s tendency to go overboard. To cause pain, and to enjoy it. And they’re working on it together. Slowly. Excrutiatingly.

They’re pretty quiet until 8 o'clock rolls around and Winn strolls into the bar.

His brow furrows immediately, and he points to each of his friends in turn.

“Is this an ambush, Sawyer? I thought it was gonna be just you and me, mano a mano, shooting shots and shooting pool and – ”

“Stop talking and sit, Schott,” Alex cuts him off, and Kara leans over to tone Alex down.

He obeys, silently, staring at James.

“What’s this about, man?”

James clears his throat and folds his hands on the table. He adjusts in his seat and he glances at Kara and he looks back at Winn and he takes a deep breath.

“Winn, man, listen. I haven’t felt… I haven’t felt like I’ve had a brother since Clark. But you, Winn? You’re my brother. And I love that you’re happy, and you deserve that, man, you deserve it so much. But Winn, you’re such a nice guy that it… it can be easy for people to take advantage of you.”

“Like Kara. With Mon-el,” Maggie supplies gently, and Kara nods while holding Alex’s hand across the table.

“But we had an intervention for Kara about Mon-el, it… wait…” Winn looks around and almost stands back up, but James takes one shoulder and Maggie takes another, and they gently, very gently, push him back down to sit. “Is this an… intervention? About Lyra? Because I talked to her, James, and I told you, if you don’t want her on team Guardian, she won’t be, I talked to her – ”

“Yeah, and she apparently broke a glass and did a lot of screaming and accusing you of calling her crazy, Winn,” Kara says, her eyes soft, her voice almost softer.

Winn looks at each of them in turn, stammering.

“She’s… she’s passionate, okay? She just wants to help, and she felt like I was calling her crazy and telling her she wasn’t worth it – ”

“But that’s not what you were telling her, man. And even if you were – to break a glass like that? To yell at you like that?”

“Dude, my sister has superpowers. If she broke every glass she came across when she’d be angry, we… Winn, she’s gotta have more control than that. It’s abusive, dude, she can’t – ”

“Oh, right, Alex, and you can talk about control, and abuse, Miss Get Me a Wrench.”

Alex almost stands, the shadows behind her eyes bursting into flame. Kara and Maggie still her with their hands, their whispers, and James stills Winn with his own.

“Alright, alright! I’m sorry, Alex, that was out of line, I didn’t… I’m sorry, I just… got defensive, I… I’m sorry, Alex.”

“You’re not wrong,” she mutters, like she’d rather admit anything else in the world. “But it just makes me get it even more, Winn. It wouldn’t be acceptable if I carried that… rage… into my relationship with Maggie. Hell, it’s apparently not even acceptable when I carry it into the DEO. So dude, I get it. I sympathize with Lyra, I do. But Winn, she can’t treat you like that. She can’t. It’s not okay.”

His eyes bore into Alex’s for a long, long, long moment. Maggie and Kara exchange a tense glance, and James keeps his eyes focused on his brother.

“But I think I might love her.”

Kara stands and crosses to Winn’s side of the table, kneeling next to him and pulling him into a soft hug. “I know. And I’m so sorry, Winn. But that’s the thing. About you. And, I guess, about me. We love so hard and forgive so easily that it’s almost impossible to see when we’re being treated badly. And you don’t deserve it, Winn. You don’t.”

“You’re all not… mad at me?”

“No!”

“Absolutely not!”

“No.”

“Dude, why would we be mad at you?”

“Because I’m stupid, apparently, I’m just… stupid.”

“You’re not. You’re not stupid, Winn. Your kindness is… it’s beautiful, man. But you gotta look out for yourself. And sometimes you forget to, or don’t know you deserve to, so…”

“So you have your family to help get you there.”

“Family, huh, Kara?” he looks down at her, his lips twisting into a soft smile.

“Family,” she confirms, and Winn doesn’t remember ever feeling this loved. This cared for. This… home.

BTS Reacts - Innocently Rubbing Their Stomachs

Jungkook: Kook’s head would snap to look at you, unable to contain his delight. He’d exhale slightly, as if your touch was rendering him breathless; he couldn’t believe the affection he was being shown. The corners of his lips would turn upward as he gazed at your fingers moving back and forth on his stomach. He would enjoy this very much, and would secretly hope to be able to record this on his phone to tease you with the footage of you being unintentionally cute. You would notice his breaths becoming more drawn out and relaxed, to which you would pause your actions momentarily to examine his restful face.

“Why did you stop? I liked the feeling.”

Namjoon: The fierce rapper would seem like the kind of person that would probably think nothing of you touching his stomach, dismissing it as a simple occurrence, but the truth was he would probably have to restrain himself from grinning like a moron. Namjoon would absolutely adore the sensation of your fingers brushing across his stomach. He would purse his lips, closing his eyes as he tries to curb the cheerfulness in his effervescent heart; some tiny fragment of him would be trying his hardest not to brag about the fact that you seemed to be doing this automatically. You ask him if he’s fine, as he seemed to be making weird faces.

“I’m fine - I’m just thinking to myself.”

Yoongi: Min Yoongi would be minding his own business, when he would suddenly feel your hands caressing at his stomach. He isn’t used to public displays of affection, even at its minimum - but with you, he wouldn’t be able to keep a smile from surfacing as his group members all validate him with a favorable glance. From then on, he would try to pretend like your desire for closeness didn’t faze him, even though the evident smirks on his face would constantly give you his blessing to touch him - something about the repetitive sweeping calmed his mind. Every so often, he would groan in his seat, stretching his arms as he peers down at you.

“I’m going to fall asleep if you keep touching me.”

Hoseok: Hoseok would watch you with gentle eyes as you motioned your palm around his stomach. The first feeling that would pop into his heart was unadulterated pride - having someone like you on his arm, earnestly stroking the skin on his stomach; it would send him to the moon and back. This was purity at its finest. Hobi wanted this instance to occur every day, it was all just so surreal. He would realize how much you meant to him in that moment, and he wouldn’t want you to treat any other guy, the way you did him. He rubs at your shoulder, calling for your attention as he tells you this:

“Make sure you only do such things with me, okay?”

Jimin: The awkward bean - as confident as he always appeared to be on stage - would probably have no idea how to react to you rubbing his tummy. His hands would try finding something, anything, to hold on to or fiddle with while you massaged the top of his stomach unknowingly. He would most likely read too much into your gestures - did you want something from him? Were you trying to hint at him? Or were you just bored and wanted something to do? What he did take away from the whole experience was that you were being absolutely heavenly with your charms, and he secretly didn’t want you to stop.

“Ah, you don’t have to keep doing that…”

Taehyung: The young man wouldn’t really have thought much of you kneading the muscles below his chest; after all, he often did the same to you without a second thought, with delicate stroking on your own tummy instead. The nature of your relationship is so instinctual that you and Taehyung both wouldn’t have realized how doting you were with one another until one of the members brought up the fact that you two always seemed so at ease in each other’s company.

“Huh? Is it really that strange? They always liked putting their hands on my stomach…”

Seokjin: Jin would react subtly to you slowly starting to massage his soft stomach all of a sudden. He would be only slightly taken aback by your innocent whims; he would have thought you were falling asleep since you were leaning ever so quietly against him. Despite his initial awe, he would eventually settle into your fondling, deciding to play with your hair while you played with the cotton that covered his tummy, rubbing its surface every now and then. He’d give you a discerning stare before your smile makes him return one of his own, before he reservedly looks back to the screen of his phone. He would be all over the faint touches you make against his stomach - all he can really say about it is one word.

“Cute.”


I hope you enjoy this react! I kind of just assumed that the actions would be coming from their s/o in a non-sexual (innocent) way, instead of from a platonic friend, I hope I interpreted that correctly. Thank you for requesting! <3

i just wanted to write a new headcanon before bed while i listen to twice’s new album (it’s so good)

+ jimin (24) is a single dad with a seven year-old daughter named mijoo

+ jungkook (22) is a tattoo artist looking for a day job since he’s running low on money.

+ taehyung tells jungkook that his friend jimin is looking for someone to watch his kid during the day since he’s a single parent.

+ jungkook tries to find other jobs first but decides eventually to take the babysitting job. he’s initially concerned since he has no experience with kids but according to taehyung jimin seems desperate to find someone quickly.

+ jungkook’s first day of work is also the first time he meets jimin and mijoo. they had no time to schedule a meeting before hand so when he arrives at the address jimin texted him at 7am he barely gets a chance to get acquainted with him before he’s out the door. he’s left a schedule and list of things to do on the fridge which jungkook is thankful for. 

+ mijoo is already up and eating breakfast at the table. she asks jungkook if he’s her new babysitter. he tells her yes. she eyes him up and down and it makes jungkook strangely uncomfortable. but she just says ok and offers him a snack.

+ on their way to mijoo’s school she asks jungkook about his tattoos. he tells her all about them and answers all the questions she asks. she concludes that tattoos are really cool and she wants some too. jungkook hopes jimin won’t fire him for this. 

+ when they arrive at the school the other parents stare at him weirdly. he assumes it would be weird for an unfamiliar tattooed man to show up at the school with a little girl. mijoo tells him that he can leave now, that she’ll be fine and he says he’d rather wait until she gets inside. she shrugs and goes to play with her friends.

+ with jungkook’s free time he helps tidy jimin’s place, since it was a disaster. clearly the older man was struggling for time. as he cleans he eyes the photos he has up around the house. all of them just mijoo and jimin and an elderly woman that jungkook assumes is jimin’s mother. jungkook wonders about mijoo’s mother. 

+ when it comes time to pick up mijoo from school jungkook almost gets lost on the way. but he arrives early anyway and he hears the other parents whispering about him. they wonder if he’s some sort of kidnapper, or gang member. he rolls his eyes at them. when mijoo comes out he piggybacks her home as per her request. 

+ while they play at home waiting for jimin to return he thinks that this job might suit him more than he thinks. he likes mijoo a lot. she’s really relaxed and smart for a child. he quite enjoys talking to her and playing with her. he just hopes that none of the other parents at school call the cops on him

+ they are in the middle of a puzzle when jimin comes home. mijoo immediately runs up into his arms and the hug each other tightly. jungkook feels his heart warm up at the sight. when jimin’s eyes shift to jungkook he freezes in place. this is the first time jimin has had a good look at him after all. 

+ just when jungkook thinks jimin is about to kick him out and fire him because “i did not sign up for some tattooed gang member to look after my daughter” he just gives jungkook a big smile and thanks him for looking after mijoo. jungkook’s heart flutters a bit. 

+ jimin asks mijoo if she had a good time. she responds with, “yes, i like jungkook a lot. he’s fun.” jimin and jungkook are both happy with the response. 

+ jimin notices the cleaning jungkook had done and apologizes a lot. he never intended to leave such a messy house. jungkook reassures him that it’s okay, that he was bored anyway since mijoo was at school. jimin thanks him as his face turns red.

+ “daddy i want tattoos like jungkook,” mijoo says. jungkook flinches a bit. this is it, he’s fired. but jimin just laughs loudly and tells her maybe when she’s older. 

+ “you’re okay with me being tattooed and all that?” jungkook asks before he leaves. after all he’s really surprised jimin didn’t kick him out as soon as he saw him. “do you really think taehyung told me nothing about you before i decided to hire you? i know you are a tattoo artist,” jimin says. jungkook feels a little stupid.     

+ after the first day the routine of taking care of mijoo seems a lot more relaxing. at least he’s not worried about losing his job over his tattoos. mijoo is relatively low maintenance. jimin is an absolute sweetheart. he has to say, he likes his new job a lot. on days that he doesn’t have to work his other job jimin even lets him stay for dinner. those days are his favorite. 

+ jungkook gets hassled at the tattoo shop more than he would like. his friends yoongi and namjoon constantly asking him when he’s gonna ask jimin out. his answer is always the same. “never. he’s my employer, and i don’t even like him like that. he’s not my type.” 

+ however he notices that after he started working for jimin, his one night stands become unfulfilling. he used to being fine with just having sex no strings attached but suddenly he finds himself wanting more. 

+ one friday night he agrees to babysit mijoo while jimin goes out to a work party. he could use the extra pay after all. as usual, he and mijoo have a good time, and he manages to get her in to bed only half an hour after her bedtime (come on it’s friday). 

+ jimin comes home slightly tipsy, looking somewhat exhausted. jungkook sits him down on the couch and gets him a glass of water. jimin thanks him for looking after mijoo again. “i’ve been so tired lately,” he says. 

+ jungkook finally asks what happened to mijoo’s mother. jimin tells him that he was somewhat irresponsible in high school and he accidentally knocked up a girl who was not living the best lifestyle either. they agreed to raise her together but once mijoo was born she changed her mind and surrendered her rights. jimin had been alone since the beginning. 

+ while telling this story jimin leans his head on jungkook’s shoulder and snuggles up to him. jungkook starts having a hard time focusing on his words. he has the urge to take jimin’s hand and tell him it will be okay. but he doesn’t. 

to be continued! (part 2)

- I.. You look.. Wow.
- You said you didn’t get me anything.
- Yeah. Obviously I lied. So you’re leaving with Sebastian?
- Yes. And before you say anything
- He seems like a great guy. I tried to find some dirt on him but I couldn’t. Are you excited?
- I am.
- Good. You should be. You deserve something that inspires you, something that makes your heart race.
- I had that.
- I love you.
- What?
- I want to be with you for the rest of time, and that’s exactly what I intend to do, because happily ever after it’s real. And we’re gonna find it, together.
- So you think the fact that you love me, that’s supposed to change things?
- Yeah.
- Do you realize that when I told you that I love you, you told me you don’t do relationships, and you broke up with me?
- You never said you loved me.
- On Christmas. In that letter. The most girly, vulnerable, stupid, pathetic love letter I’ve ever written, and I must have checked that library a thousand goddamn times, and every damn time I hated mys- Why are you smiling right now?
- Because you look like a princess, but you don’t sound like one. Uh I never got that letter. If I- If I had, I never could’ve left.
- But you did. You could have been honest with me, told me the truth, and we could have worked it out together. And now I have a chance to do something great.
- I’m not asking you to stay. I- I want you to stay, or I want to go with you, but I want you to be exactly who you want to be. And I know that being with me’s not easy, but you’d be you’d be bored if it was too easy.
- No. I want easy. Okay? I want comfortable and I want calm. And Sebastian is.
- But he’s not the guy for you. I am.
- I came through the fire and it was so hard, ‘cause I was so in love with you. Jasper, I can’t do it again.
- I know I hurt you. I’m not expecting you to just run back into my arms, but.. if you leave this palace behind, don’t leave us behind. You’re my girl, Princess. And I’m gonna love you no matter what.
—  The Royals (3x10)