out of my way 2

things to SToP thinking, spreading, writing & saying, about our fav boys:

  • jin is NOT useless or boring. he is an essential part of bts. he is NOT boring, he is a charming, funny, caring person who loves to laugh, play games and all of the members of bangtan love him with all of their hearts. he is NOT useless either, without him there is no bangtan. also, while we’re at it, he is NOT a bad dancer, just because he doesn’t dance like the dance line does not mean he’s a bad dancer, he’s improved so much and he can hold his own with their dancing these days.
  • yoongi is NOT lazy, cold, careless or apathetic. yoongi is probably the least lazy person on the planet tbh. he works VERY hard, he’s passionate. keeping up with their schedule takes a lot of work, he finds time to update daum forum, tweet, practice dance, practice singing, write new music and lyrics, as well as just live his life. it takes a lot out of him, he doesn’t get much sleep, this is why he falls asleep a lot, it is not because he is lazy. he is NOT careless or apathetic either. he cares VERY much about everything he does, he’s kind and deep and passionate.
  • hoseok is NOT useless, i cringe to even write this, but he is not ugly, he is not annoying. hoseok is an essential part of bts. he is the choreo leader, he personally helps each member, leads practices and they all count on him so much. he writes his own lyrics, has his hand in producing music, and they all adore him. if you even remotely try to call him ugly i have to question if you have eyeballs??????? also, he is NOT annoying. he is the aegyo machine of bangtan, he’s their hope and their charger. he goes out of his way to brighten up the mood and make everyone laugh because that is what he believes in the most. he pours his all into everything he does, including making people laugh and stay hopeful.
  • namjoon is NOT useless, anymore problematic than most other idols, or a bad/useless leader. he puts his ALL into everything he does. he cares literally SO much about everything he does. he studied psychology just to get to know people better. he produces, he learned to dance and even like dance even though he never wanted to or liked dance before bangtan. when asked if he wanted to go solo he said no with  no hesitation. he cares about bangtan and guides them very well. he makes mistakes but he learns from his mistakes and genuinely works to improve himself every single day of his life. he is constantly worried about how he will be perceived and he works very hard to make sure that he’s the kind of man that people can respect.
  • jimin is NOT (only) greasy, he’s not bulletproof, he is not selfish. jimin is the most caring, sweet, gentle person. he is very respectful towards his hyungs, sunbaes and dongsaengs, towards fans and strangers. he’s a gentle person, a little bit timid and self conscious. he’s self conscious about his weight, his height and his dancing sometimes as well. he worries that people will suddenly want to leave him, or won’t find him handsome. he worries what will happen if he doesn’t have abs, or gets chubby. he is not selfish and he is not made of confidence he is a man who worries about his flaws and deserves and seeks support.
  • taehyung is NOT stupid, airheaded, weird and do not call him ‘alien’. do NOT typecast him as the dumb kid. taehyung is clever, he’s artistic and thoughtful. he is NOT dumb or weird. he has a lot of hobbies and things he loves, including art and fashion, he especially loves high fashion, abstract and nude art. he is often met with backlash when he tries to share the things he loves, he doesn’t like when people call him weird or 'alien’ and he does not consider himself the most handsome member of bangtan.
  • jungkook is NOT a baby, obnoxious, awkward or shy. there was once a time when jungkook was shy, but he is not a little kid anymore. he’s a man and he has grown into himself. he can be a little awkward but not because he is shy or self conscious. he is much more confident and passionate these days. he is not obnoxious he is comfortable with himself, playful and supported well by his hyungs. he has a difficult time expressing his emotions and thoughts, but he struggles all of the time to share more and more of himself with army and fans so that he can become closer to us. opening up when you’re not good at it, or when it makes you uncomfortable, can be very difficult, but he tries so hard to do so for us. he is not a kid anymore.

absitinvidia23  asked:

If you're still taking those hurt prompts. "Whose blood is that?"

Sorry this took a bit! Graduation’s been kind of The Thing in my life, yanno?

“As I recall, Professor Willow has said countless times that the labs are off-limits after hours.”

She flinched when the lights suddenly turned on, torn between hiding what she was doing or throwing something at the intruder and fleeing during the confusion. While both were tempting, she doubted she could get very far with the limp she’d become incredibly aware of on the way here. Not to mention she knew that voice.

Right. ‘Pretend you aren’t doing what you’re doing’ it was.

“H-Hey, Blanche,” she said, turning slowly and smiling (inwardly screaming because ow, fuck, she’d forgotten about the split lip), “What’s up?”

The other assistant didn’t look amused.

“Whose blood is that?” they asked, pointing at her chest.

Candela looked down to see the dark red, semi-dry splatter spread across the front of her pink shirt, droplets raining from her right shoulder to the middle of her stomach. In her defense, it looked way worse with the lights on.

(Dammit, this shirt was one of her favorites, too.)

“Um, would you believe me if I said it was no one’s?”

Blanche gave her a look that told her exactly what they thought of that statement. She didn’t appreciate it very much.

“Okay, look, I’ll tell you - but you can’t tattle to Professor Willow!”

“I never ‘tattle’, Candela,” they said in a measured tone, moving closer to inspect her haphazard attempt at using the lab’s medkit, “I merely alert the nearest supervisor if there is cause for concern.”

“Sounds like a fancy way of admitting you’re a grade-A snit- What are you doing!?” she squawked when they suddenly ducked down in front of her.

They didn’t answer, grabbing her injured ankle and slowly moving it through a series of motions. She hissed, spitting out curses and shoving her hands back against the counter to support her when she swayed. They ignored her and proceeded to poke at her knee.

“Your knee and ankle are swollen on this leg,” they observed, tilting their head as they looked up at her, “And you are covered in sweat, scratches, and other injuries… You have been in a fight. Again.”

“Yeah? No shit!” Candela spat, trying to jerk her ankle out of their grasp with no success. “Lemme go so I can finish patching up and get out of here before I get in even more trouble!”

They stared at her, rising back up to take the hand with the split knuckles she’d been trying to patch up. “You are bandaging your hand incorrectly. It will just fall off.”

Her lips curled into an annoyed snarl.

“And you know how to wrap it nice and proper, huh?”

“Yes,” Blanche said, eyes going distant for a brief moment, “I’ve had lots of practice.”

Candela hesitated. On the one hand, she petulantly wanted to call their bluff. But on the other, that reaction told her the ‘practice’ might’ve been from the stuff in their past they refused to talk about. The stuff that pained them to the point of tears, of nightmares that left them gasping and trembling, that broke through their icy composure and left them clinging to her and somehow in her room at 3 am.

She swallowed harshly. Broken childhoods never helped anyone.

“Fine,” she bit out, pouting for pouting’s sake, “But do it quickly! I don’t want any Gastlies to pop up out of nowhere and chase us like in some stupid cartoon.”

Blanche’s lips twitched, a ghost of a smile appearing as quickly as it disappeared. “Very well. I’ll do what I can.”

“Senseless fighting never solved anything, you know.”

Candela scoffed, rolling her eyes. She swung her legs a little, nearly knocking her heels against the front of the counter.

“That high horse must give you one hell of a view, huh?”

Blanche huffed, tugging the gauze tighter around her knuckles and making her wince. “May I at least know why you resorted to violence this time?” Their fingers were cool on her skin and she was tempted to ask them to put a couple to her throbbing lips.

… Wait, that came out wrong. Ehem, focus.

“Its none of your business, really.”

Their olive green eyes met hers and she felt… something.

“Fine,” they said, rising to their full height of ‘still really short’, “Take a bath and some pain medication. Ice your knee and raise your ankle for the night. If the pain persists, seek actual medical assistance.”

“Sure thing, Doc!”

Blanche just sighed and shook their head, letting go of her hand. She watched them turn and head for the door, hesitating in the doorway.

“You are a talented trainer, Candela. Professor Willow would not waste time on someone who he did not see potential in,” they said softly, refusing to turn and face her, ”You cannot let them get to you.”

And then they were gone.

Candela licked her lips, wincing at the ever-forgotten split lip, testing the grip in her right hand before hopping down from the counter. Her ankle and knee protested, but it hurt less to move than it did before. Thank heaven for small miracles… and competent coworkers.

“No,” she said resolutely, reliving smashing some punk’s face to the ground because he and his friends were badmouthing her fellow assistant, “I can’t let them get to you.”


This is from my heart.


*my autistic self, in the back seat of a car shifting constantly and sitting in a milliion weird positions* i gotta STRENCH

childhood favs
(please listen to this while looking cuz I had it on freaking repeat the entire time)