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Jewish Holidays in one sentence

Rosh HaShannah - Happy new year, now eat this apple with honey.

Yom Kippur - Sit quietly at home and contemplate your mistakes

Sukkot - Build weird huts and buy weird lemons.

Hannukah - Lights and oily food.

Tu BiShvat - Eat dried fruits and fight deforestation.

Purim - We avoided a genocide, go put on a costume.

Passover - We kinda avoided a genocide, stop eating bread for a week.

Lag BaOmer - Celebrate this failed rebellion with bonfires.

Shavuot - Dairy foods and Moses.

Tish’a BiAv - Romans fucking suck.

Tu BiAv - Jewish Valentine’s Day

Title: meant to be something
Summary: Fate brought them together again in the form of conjoined apartments.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto.
Prompt: Something More
Rating: T or T+ (just for that little nsfwish smidge in there)
A/N: So some time ago my friend @mika213 brought this sort of situation up for when Sasuke would come back from his road of redemption… and this prompt just immediately reminded me of it. Could you imagine??

ALSO I KNOW IM LATE BUT SHHHHHHHHHHH. 


“S-Sasuke-kun? What are you doing here?”

Blinking, Sasuke’s hand fell from the doorknob he’d only just reached for, turning to his side to meet the unexpected sight of his long-time pink haired teammate—whom he hadn’t really gotten the chance to see much of since she’d welcomed him back from his two-year journey a few days prior. His brows furrowed lightly.

“…I live here.”

Sakura’s mouth parted at this, eyes snapping wide open. “What, really?” she exclaimed, brows shooting up high. “Since when?”

“Four days ago,” he replies without much delay, frowning all the while. Then, he blinked again, understanding finally dawning on him. “You live here too?”

A slight blush tainted her cheeks at that. “Yeah,” Sakura replied, moving to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear. She smiled at him, bright, though a little shy. “I’ve been here for the past three years. And I guess I’m… also your new neighbor, apparently.”

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( TRANS ) wonwoo’s japanese md pamphlet — february ‘17

my role in seventeen is ‘brains.’ i like books, be it mystery novels, historical novels, literature, poetry; i don’t choose based on genres. if there’s time, i’m always reading. after reading an emotional book, my tears don’t stop. i’m usually not the type to cry, but when i’m touched by a movie or book, my tears become a lot. recently, i read 3 of higashino keigo’s books. in korea, higashino keigo is very popular (his books). the one that left a deep impression on me was 'miracles of the namiya general store.’ it’s a story about communication between the past and the future via letters, it was very emotional.

my birthplace is changwon, gyeongsangnam-do. i can’t really remember much regarding kindergarten, but the thing that remained in my memory is a high slide. i often went to the nearby park with my friends, it was a very average childhood. in elementary school, i goodheartedly joked around and played with my friends. the most fun was after class, we would have a drawing battle on the blackboard. now that i think about it, it was comedic and cute. (laughs)

i liked playing with my friends, but i also liked doing stuff at home quietly, since then i often read books. in 1st grade someone bought me the whole set of the record of the three kingdoms, i read it multiple times. also, i liked solving quizzes on computer games.

i got into music in middle school. the rock band buzz was popular, so i got excited with my friends and said 'let’s try being a band too!’ and we learned how to play instruments together. i learned guitar, my friend learned drums. i had the vague dream of 'it would be good to have a concert in seoul someday,’ so i started going to a music academy. practicing dance with my friends, we even recieved an offer to stand on the stage of our middle school academy. i couldn’t dance well then, but it was a fun memory. (laughs)

at the suggestion of my teacher at the music academy, i went for an audition. i said to my friends, “if i have a dream to be an artiste, it’s definitely going to be a good experience,” i went to the audition with the purpose of gaining experinece, in the end i couldn’t believe i passed. so i came to seoul, and became a trainee from my 3rd year in middle school.

actually, before passing the audition, i thought 'when i grow up, i want to do music with my friends freely’ or 'i want to travel the world,’ there were a lot of things i had interest in, but i never thought about what i wanted to do for my future job. however, having passed the audition, i formed the goal of being a singer. my father is very happy and is supporting me for chasing my dream now. i’m always concerned about seventeen’s activities, so i search my name on the internet (laughs). my father looks after and treasures my family; at work, he’s someone who devotes himself to his work persistently. i respect him as a father, and looking at the back view of a man who lives confidently, there are a lot of things to learn from him. for the first 6 months in the dorm, there were so many things that i couldn’t get used to from my original lifestyle, it was tiring, but the friends who became trainees first taught me many things, and i could get used to it later on. when i got the sense of things, i could do well in terms of singing and dancing, it was like jumping over a wall. also, i felt reassured that i gained friends who did it with me.

originally, i listened to many genres of music. i also liked hip-hop, so i started doing rap. even thought it was my first time rapping, i was unexpectedly natural. i think rap matches me.

in my opinion, the charm of rap is its lyrics. writing about what you think and feel, and expressing it along with a rhythm was very fun. you can feel the charm of it especially when the rap is very natural. using literature as an example, a vocalist’s lyrics would be a poem, a rap would probably be an essay.

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Jin

You’re not home enough anymore, with your america and Australia tour I feel like you’re never home” You quietly said to Jin after he had noticed something was wrong and forced a reason out of you, 

What do you expect Y/N? It’s my job, of course I’m gonna be away for long periods of time! I told you that when we first started dating!” He scoffed

I know! I just…I just didn’t expect you to be away from home that much.” You meekly spoke “I miss you a lot when you’re away

I miss you too, but I’m not sure why now, as all you do when I get home is nag!  I’m glad to be away from you now when I next go back on tour!” He shouted.

You took a step back, hurt beaming in your eyes, “I didn’t know you felt that way, I’m sorry.” You whispered

No,no, no. It’s be who should apologise, I shouldn’t have said that, I was way out of line, I love you more than you’ll ever know! I should be grateful I have someone like you to care about me.” He spoke and you nodded your head in agreement 

Listen, how about today hang out, just the two of us and take lots of pictures for you to look at when I’m next on tour so we don’t miss each other as much, ok?

Ok” you smiled “oh, and by the way, I love you too” 

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Suga 

All he ever does is work on his music’ you thought to yourself, you thought he needed a break so you quickly got some food together and went over to his studio, and there he was silently bopping his head to a new track he was working on. 

  You knocked on the door and he quickly whipped his head around to face you, “Hey, Y/N what are you doing here? I’m busy” he spoke in a harsh tone 

Yeah, I know, I came here to bring you some food so you can take a break.” 

He let out a sigh “Listen, I’m not in the mood right now, just leave the food here and go.”

You shook your head and walked over to his desk putting the bag of food down waiting for him to eat, “Did you not hear me Y/N? I told you to leave! Are you deaf or something?! No, maybe your just stupid and annoying!” He shouted

You flinched at his words and left the room without saying another word. It wasn’t until you got home when you noticed you had been crying the whole way home, which would explain the sympathetic or weird looks you were getting on your way home. 

You must have been home for less than 30 minutes when you heard your front door open and close, you looked up and saw Yoongi standing there with a bouquet of your favourite flowers, “I’m so so so so sorry Y/N I didn’t mean what I said, you’re no where near stupid, you’re the most caring girlfriend ever and I’m the stupid one for saying that.” 

You smiled at his words while he wiped away your tears “I ordered some takeout for us, so get changed into your pyjamas and we can snuggle and chat all night? OK?” 

You softly giggled while nodding your head and swiftly got up to changer your clothes, excited to be spending a lot of time with Yoongi.

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Rap Monster

You had noticed that he spends 10x more time with his group than he did with you, he’s the leader so it’s his job to spend a lot of time with the other members, which you understand but that doesn’t mean you were too happy about it, you wanted as much time with Namjoon as his members got, on one of his rare occasions home, you told him you needed to talk to him and that’s how ended up in this predicament,

Listen, Joon, I, uh, I want to talk to you about something.” To say he looked worried after you said that was an understatement, “I was um, wondering, if you could, um, maybe hang out with me a bit more than you do with the boys, we haven’t spent a full day together for months, and I feel like we’re drifting apart.” 

He looked down to the floor and back up, looking at you in disgust “Y/N! What are you talking about?! I’m their leader! We’re like brothers of course I spend time with them! I also like them a hell of a lot more than I like you!” 

His words shocked you more than anyone could possibly think, your eyes full of hurt, just as a tear was about to escape you heard him sigh, “Y/N, I… I didn’t mean that, I’ve just been so stressed lately, with the comeback looming closer and closer I just thought you’d understand more that I need to be with them more than ever right now,” you were about to chime in saying you did understand but he kept on talking. “Please just remember but i love you a lot and nothing will change that and we’ll never ever drift apart ok? I’m sorry for making you feel that way, I love you so much.

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J Hope 

You and your boyfriend Hoseok were out shopping for a dress for your friends wedding. You had tried on numerous of dresses, none suiting your style or the dress code. 

You were currently in the dressing room trying on the dress you thought was perfect but when you walked out Hoseok had a less than impressed look on his face, 

That’s not the one” he blatantly said 

Really? How come? I thought this one was perfect” 

He scoffed “I don’t know if you’re joking or not, it’s obviously not the right dress” 

I’m 100% serious. Why don’t you like it?” 

It makes you look a little pudgy that’s all” he explained

Oh” was all you could say as you walked back into the dressing room, you took the dress off, letting tears silently fall down your face. 

Does he think I’m fat?’ You thought to yourself, you sat on the stool crying to yourself. 

You must have been in there a long while as you heard a faint knock at the dressing room door,

Y/N, are you ok? You’ve been in there for a while now.” You heard your boyfriend say, you quickly wiped your eyes and replied with “yeah, don’t worry, I’m fine” 

He sighed, “Y/N I can hear in your voice that you’ve been crying, please let me in” 

You quietly got up and opened the door to your worried looking boyfriend, 

Y/N! What’s wrong?! Why have you been crying? Did I say anything?” 

You nodded your head and he quickly pulled you into a hug “Is it what I said about you being pudgy?” You nodded again “Awww, Y/N I didn’t mean it, truth be told I thought you looked amazing in it, too amazing” You looked up at him with confusion, “If I looked amazing in the dress then why did you say I looked fat?” 

I didn’t want other guys to see you in that dress” he sighed “I know it’s stupid but it’s true, but now I think you should get it, you look genuinely beautiful in it and I can’t wait to show other guys how lucky I am to have such a beautiful girlfriend.

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Jimin 

You walked into your bedroom where you found your boyfriend standing in front of the mirror critiquing himself, 

Hey baby, what are you doing?” 

Be honest Y/N do you think I’ve gained any weight recently?” His question took you by surprise

What? No of course not!” 

What would you know?” He scoffed “You don’t know anything, do you?” His words laced with anger

His angry words took you by surprise “I guess not” you quietly said as you walked out of your bedroom into your living room to cool off before you say something you regret.

It had been a couple of hours when Jimin walked into the living room with red eyes and a sniffy nose “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to lash out like that” He apologised, 

It’s ok, come here” you motioned for him to come over to where you were sitting and you quickly engulfed him into a hug, “Why do you think you’ve gained weight?” 

Because I was looking on twitter and a lot of people say I’ve gained weight and I was beginning to think they were right.” he sniffed 

You haven’t gained weight, but even if you have it’s no big deal, it’s perfectly ok to fluctuate in weight and there’s nothing wrong with it ok?”  

He softly nodded “Ok

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You entered your apartment, the one you shared with your boyfriend of 2 years, he was a godsend, most days but today was one of the days when just got on your nerves. It was eerily silent when you walked in which was really strange considering whenever you got home he’d shower you with lovely greetings. You took off your shoes and you got suspicious when you saw his shoes also by the door, so you knew he was home but where was he?  ‘Maybe he’s taking a nap you thought to yourself’.

You quietly tiptoed throughout your apartment being careful incase he was indeed asleep. You slowly opened the door to the living room when a all you felt was cold water pouring onto you “WHAT THE-TAE!!!” You screamed while he stood their laughing like there was no tomorrow. 

You should see your face Y/N it’s honestly a picture right now” He continued laughing. 

THIS ISN’T FUNNY TAE” you shouted to him. His face fell when he realised you didn’t see the funniness in his ‘prank’ 

God Y/N get a sense of humour, it was just a joke why do you always have to be a downer? God” He said to you bumping our shoulder as he left the room, you just sighed to yourself quickly finding a towel to dry yourself off, you felt a bit bad as he didn’t mean any harm by it, it really was just a harmless prank. 

You were about to open your bedroom door when it swung open revealing Taehyung “I’m sorry” you both said in unison. You both let out a little giggle, “You go first” he said, 

you nodded “I’m sorry for not finding the prank funny, I just wasn’t expecting it,that’s all” he then nodded 

I get it, I’m sorry Y/N, it was a childish prank and I wasn’t thinking at all, you probably had a stressful day at work you didn’t need this” 

You pulled him into a big hug rubbing his back “It’s ok, I forgive you” 

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Jungkook 

You had woken up at around 3am to see that a) you had fallen asleep on your sofa and b) that your boyfriend Jungkook was still awake and was still working, you shook you hair and slowly got up to go to your actual bed but before you left your living room you spoke up to Jungkook “Hey Kook, why don’t we both go to bed now?” 

He looked up at you not realising you had awoken “I didn’t know you were awake, you go to bed, I’ll be there soon” 

Why don’t you just come now? With me.” 

I still haven’t finished what I’m doing here, don’t you listen? I can’t just get up and leave my work.” He stated “like I said, just go to bed” He spoke with an annoyed tone. 

You mumbled a slight ‘ok’ and then walked into your bedroom and fell asleep straight after your head hit the pillow. 

You were awoken the next morning by Jungkook holding a tray full of food, “here I made you this to apologise for me being grumpy last night, works just stressful is all” 

You nodded your head understandingly “I get it, but if it gets really stressful you can tell me about it ok? Instead of bottling it up and lashing out at people” 

He then nodded as a reply “I definitely will from now on, I’m so lucky to have you in my life, I love you” 

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Harry Styles' Revealing New Album Doc: 10 Things We Learned
Read 10 things we learned from Harry Styles' new Apple Music album doc, from why he cut his hair to what it felt like to regain his private life.

Following the release of his self-titled debut, Harry Styles has given fans an inside look at the process of making the record in a new Apple Music documentary titled Harry Styles: Behind the Album. The 50-minute feature shows Styles playing the complete album for the first time in between recording sessions with his band and producer Jeff Bhasker in Jamaica and London. While the 23-year-old has been extremely candid about his life in the year following One Direction’s hiatus, he opens up even further here as he details the process of writing and recording Harry Styles. Here are 10 things we learned from the film.

1. Styles first performed the album all the way through at the legendary Abbey Road Studios.
The live scenes from the film show Styles fronting his new band at rock’s holiest ground: Abbey Road Studios. Not only was it a convenient location since he lives close by, but the site also held a special significance for the lifelong Beatles fan. Styles notes the “aura about the place” that drew him in.

2. He relished the opportunity to live a totally private life for a full year.
For five years, One Direction was the biggest band in the world. They sold out stadiums on their back-to-back tours while fans and tabloids followed their every move. Having spent his teenage years in the harsh spotlight, Styles was able to slip away from the immense fame he experienced – living quietly at home with his family – and retreat to Jamaica to make music. As he put it, he “made myself get bored.”

3. Don’t get it twisted, though: He loved being in One Direction.
“When you leave a band, a boy band, you feel like you have to go the complete other direction and say, ‘Don’t worry everyone, I hated it. It wasn’t me,’” Styles explains before noting that his experience in and out of the group was filled with nothing but real, genuine love and appreciation. “I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for that band.” As positive as the experience was, the young artists felt a lot of pressure to get bigger with each album and tour, and Styles is glad the group’s first phase ended on a high note. Having that experience has allowed him to feel like he can pursue a less intense, maybe even smaller career than what he did with One Direction.

4. Cutting off his long hair helped him to make a fresh start.
For the latter half of his time in 1D, Styles became “the one with the long hair,” as he views it. During their Made in the A.M. era, his long tresses fell below his shoulder and became an important part of his look. In the documentary, cutting off his hair is a symbolic, momentous occasion that helps him enter a new era of his life and career. Still, he tries to not dwell on that too much during the interview scenes. “I was about to personify my hair, but then I decided not to,” he jokes.

5. He gave collaborator Mitch Rowland a handmade guitar.
One of Styles’ main collaborators on the LP is Mitch Rowland, who joined the band by chance. Rowland had been working at a pizza shop before teaming up with Styles, Bhasker and the rest of their crew, and he ended up co-writing every song with Styles. In a tender scene from the documentary, the singer shows his appreciation for the musician by giving him a gorgeous handmade guitar. As his own thank you, Rowland offers Styles the guitar he had been playing throughout the process of creating the album after playing his own “farewell solo” on it.

6. Jeff Bhasker helped Styles grow as a songwriter.
Styles has nothing but compliments for the superstar producer whom he credits with helping him grow as a songwriter. For Styles, Bhasker’s encouragement and support was an integral part of the writing process for his solo debut. According to him, he had written several duds early on, and instead of dismissing the tracks entirely, Bhasker found “the good bits” and they continued on with those.

7. “Carolina” was the last song written for the album.
Bhasker was looking for a rocker with a good melody to round out the album, so Styles served up the riveting, early-Sixties-ish “Carolina” to fulfill the producer’s order. “It was the little bit of fun we had been wanting but didn’t have,” Styles says of the song. It is also the only song in the documentary that Styles confirms to be about a specific person whose name is in the lyrics. Sleuthing fans have connected the song to a fan named Townes whom he had met once when she was 17 years old. According to Styles, he has seen her once since writing the tune though he did not reveal to her that he had written a song about their one-time encounter.

8. He remains diplomatic when it comes to writing songs about other people – and having songs written about him.
“To have been part of a moment that means something to someone enough for them to write a song about it is a huge compliment,” Styles reveals. He is careful not to name names but he is confident that the people he sings about on his debut solo album will be able to connect specific moments mentioned in the lyrics with their personal experiences. Asked about the times when the tables have been turned on him, Styles offers a coy “no comment.”

9. Seeing a gospel choir record backing vocals for “Sign of the Times” made him emotional.
One specific moment during the recording process that left a major impression on Styles was the experience of sitting in the room as a gospel choir recorded massive, angelic harmonies for his first solo single “Sign of the Times.” In footage of Styles experiencing this moment, he clutches his face and even runs up to hug the soloist towards the end of the session.

10. He had to have a prosthetic version of his face made while filming his first music video.
After photos from the set of the “Sign of the Times” video leaked on Twitter, fans shared spooky images of a man wearing a prosthetic version of Styles’ face while flying in the sky. The Michael Myers–esque mask was created in case Styles needed a stuntman for the video, which features him flying through mountains and over the sea while singing the song.

saturn in the houses

first house - saturn in the first house can seem like a very negative placement, because the shadow of saturn is cast on your identity, outlook and personality. and it’s true, this placement can make you come across quite stern or perhaps even cold or standoffish. you may be shy or just quiet, and you’re probably very mature for your age too, which can make things tricky. but, saturn in the first house also brings a surprisingly good sense of humour, sympathy and straightforwardness that will serve you well if you can put it all to good use. you more than likely have a serious outlook on life, and this can lead to negative thinking patterns and self-confidence issues, but with self awareness, hard work and patience, you can master your troubles and learn to manage them well.

second house - when saturn resides in your second house, you may find that wealth is hard to come by. and this is wealth in all its forms, not just money, but possessions, and even your sense of self-worth. you may control your spending to your own detriment, or perhaps you simply prefer to save your money and invest it rather than spend it. you can struggle greatly with your self-worth, finding it hard to appreciate your own value. it’s important that you don’t focus too much on the material side of life, though it seems so heavy; if you let it, it’ll drag you down. instead, try to work on something that will bring you a sense of fulfilment and validation in your abilities.. it’ll be so much more worth it. learn to find comfort in your surroundings, rather than coldness.

third house - this placement makes for a serious student, maybe a stern sibling. you often appear older than your age, because of your quiet, sometimes cold manner. you study hard and take in a lot from those around you, listening very carefully to your peers and family. because of this, you learn a lot throughout your younger years, and may be quite wise for your age. the only trouble with early wisdom is it can feel like a burden, making your days heavy and gloomy. it’s important that you try to find enjoyment in little things, learn about what interests you, and make the most of your amazing talent for listening; people will love you for being able to hear them out fully, and that way, you won’t have to do too much talking yourself! this placement often shows talent and wisdom but difficulty showing it, so try to trust yourself and let go a little!

fourth house - in the fourth house, saturn can cast a shadow over your childhood and perhaps leave you feeling down about your past. you may have felt that your family were cold, harsh or impersonal and that feelings and warmth were out of bounds, leaving you struggling to express your emotions healthily as an adult. there’s a tendency to shut down emotionally with this placement, and you may find it hard to connect with your own nurturing side. however, saturn in the fourth house often shows that if you can overcome your own issues with caregiving, you will find yourself to be an incredibly nurturing person; just don’t see it as a responsibility or a task! learn to experience the joy of caring for another, of loving purely and platonically, and you’ll see what i mean. this placement also makes for a sensitive and loyal individual, who can quietly commit to their home and family.

fifth house - saturn in the fifth house can bring restrictions when it comes to self-expression, dating and love, spontaneity and playfulness. this may sound like a placement that screams buzzkill, sure, but there are many positives to it too; this placement brings patience, the ability to really back a good cause, and a quiet, slightly brooding sense of humour that can really light up the room. a lot of people think this placement is doomed to a loveless life or a misery existence, but this just isn’t true; saturn teaches, and its lessons here revolve around love, creation and exuberance. perhaps you need time to discover who and what you love in life, or you need to make a conscious effort towards learning to express your passions and communicate your feelings creatively. all in all, i really don’t see this as a bad placement, it just takes some getting used to. and when you’re used to it and can put your best foot forward, you’ll find happiness in abundance.

sixth house - saturn in the sixth house can indicate a few things; firstly, that you have an enviable work ethic; secondly, that you may struggle with niggling health issues, and thirdly, that you can suffer from having the weight of the world on your shoulders. that being said though, i think this is one of the better placements of saturn, as long as you don’t give in to negativity and work addiction. you may feel you have a responsibility to do well, to work hard and achieve things, but in order to flourish, you must learn to work for your own pleasure and pride, rather than trying to get it from others. an important lesson to learn with this placement lies in recognising what is really healthy in life; the soul must be nourished as much as the body, mind and bank account, so be aware of your habits and let yourself relax once in a while!

seventh house - in the seventh house, saturn can have quite a harsh ring to it at times; but don’t worry, you aren’t doomed to a single life! in actuality, saturn here actually denotes very long-lasting, committed and comforting relationships, as long as you are willing to make some effort and learn some lessons beforehand. your relationships may be karmic experiences for you, and you may attract or be drawn to saturnian people. you may fear abandonment but push people away so you don’t have to feel the pain, you might struggle to open up to people and perhaps you’re a little cold in your relations with others. the first step to fixing any shortcoming is to be aware of it, and with seventh house placements it’s doubly important to reflect on your issues, where they come from and how to heal them and move on. and once you do, you’ll find relationships to be wonderful things, and may find you have a great head for business too, actually.

eighth house - in the eighth house, saturn can bring a lot of fears. fear of being out of control, or of being controlled, can be a major issue for you if you have this placement. you may be a very intense person who perhaps even fears yourself; the depths of your emotions and the intensity within you can be hard for saturn to handle, as chaos and control don’t mix very well. but if you can become aware of your issues, work on shedding them and becoming something new, you’ll start to see the good sides of this placement; and there are many. inner strength is a seemingly endless resource for you, and you can understand others easily because of your own deep feelings. your strength will help you to overcome whatever stands in your way, help you to heal and become powerful in whatever way you need to. transformation helps to dust off the negative side of this placement and polish its better traits.

ninth house - the lessons of saturn in the ninth house often revolve around the mind; specifically, the opening and closing of it. saturn here can indicate a practical-minded person who prefers to keep their feet on the ground than have their head in the clouds, and there’s nothing wrong with this at all! but all work and no play makes for a dull life, and by keeping your mind closed to new possibilities, you lose the chance at learning and expanding on your perceptions and experiences. saturn in the ninth house brings a brilliantly sharp mind and a huge wealth of knowledge if they let it in, as well as commendable wisdom and a steady outlook on life that can help others greatly. it takes time to build these traits, but keeping an open mind and heart will help a lot, and you’ll know when it’s working because you’ll be able to call on your intuition, knowledge and experiences to judge and advise on situations, without lecturing or preaching.

tenth house - saturn in the tenth house can seem like a very natural, easy placement, as it is in its own house. however, i think any planet close to the midheaven is under a lot of scrutiny, and saturn especially can struggle with judgement. here in the tenth house, saturn can make you a focused, patient and hardworking individual who knows what they want and isn’t afraid of a bit of effort to achieve it. on the other hand, saturn often brings fear of failure and so you can struggle to commit to any one path, or perhaps find it very difficult to put your talents to use or see results from your hard work. these things, mixed with typical saturnian perfectionism, can make it hard for you to get going with your goals for sure, but be patient; working on your self-confidence will help immensely, as it’ll help you to stop caring so much about others’ opinions of your life. you can potentially come across a little cold, but underneath any protective layers you wear there’s a heart of gold that just needs a bit of love and care to come out.

eleventh house - in my opinion, this is one of the more difficult saturn placements, especially in youth. it can bring a deep sense of otherness, of being different to everyone around you. you may be quite asocial, or perhaps you’re very lonely, but either way, it can be hard for you to establish friendships with people your own age. perhaps you had to grow up quickly and so you feel older than your peers. the thing is though, if you can find real, true friends, you’ll keep them with you for life; you’re loyal, straightforward and kindhearted by nature, you just need someone who can return what you give. you may struggle with feeling you can’t match the expectations of those around you, and this fear of failure can even extend to your dreams and aspirations. but if you can cut yourself some slack and relax your ideals a little, you’ll find that it’s okay to just do enough, and to be yourself. it takes time, but this placement does have its perks.

twelfth house - saturn here brings difficulties in accepting reality for what it is. you can be burdened by guilt and anxiety without knowing the cause, and your fears and sensitivities can leave you reeling at times. however, with time, patience and work towards understanding yourself and your wounds, you can make great progress in healing and recovering, in order to make the most of your talents. there can be a double-edged sword with this placement in that you feel lonely and cut off from others but simultaneously find it hard to open up and really talk to people. this can easily spiral, so it’s important to get your feelings out somehow; perhaps through a diary or a blog, so you don’t have to actually talk to someone to express yourself. the lesson to learn here is that, yes, life is awful and painful, but it’s also beautiful and refreshing, and you can see both at once without becoming encumbered or fearful. it’s okay to be afraid, but you mustn’t let fear control you. watch the flowers and become one yourself, open up and bloom.

i asked @beanpots for some of her favorite words and she said “grateful” so i guess here is a thing?


It’s a dark and stormy night when Viktor heads home, walking quietly through the rain-soaked streets with his umbrella clutched tightly in his hand.  

It’s been a long day, working with Yakov after everyone else left, working until his body was exhausted and his mind craved rest.  The hot shower he took at the rink helped, but he just wants the feeling of warmth, the kind of warmth that settles into his chest like a cozy, purring cat.

The streetlamps and headlights from the occasional passing cars reflect warm and golden in the puddles and rivulets running down the pavement, and he watches them, watches the ripples when he steps into the center of a glowing orb in the water.  They dance and shiver and soar, and he walks on.

His key in the door is quiet, and it’s dark when he finally steps inside, thunder rumbling off in the distance.  For a moment he thinks Yuuri might already be asleep, but then he hears a voice from the living room.

“Vitya?”

“I’m home, dear,” he calls back, soft as the rain on the windowpane as he slips out of his shoes and coat.  “Sorry I ran late.”

“It’s fine,” Yuuri answers, padding out of the living room to come hug him.  He’s soft and warm and cozy, clad in one of Viktor’s old shirts, some sweatpants, and fuzzy socks, and he smells like home.  Viktor holds him close and breathes in, and remembers that his apartment is a home now, home in a way it hasn’t been for years, and feels some of the day’s tension fall from his shoulders. 

“What’ve you been up to?” he asks, keeping his voice gentle and low as Yuuri takes his hand and leads him back to the living room, where Makkachin is curled up, asleep under her favorite blanket, while “Snow White and the Seven Dwarves” plays on the TV.  There’s another blanket on the couch, and Viktor smiles.  “Cozy evening in with Makkachin?”

“Mm,” Yuuri hums.  “Cozier with you here, too.”

Viktor squeezes his hand, smiling as a tendril of that warmth he’s been craving sneaks into his chest and wraps itself around his heart.  “I’ll go get into something more comfortable,” he says, letting go and turning to the bedroom.

“I’ll make you tea,” Yuuri says, shuffling into the kitchen.  The light turns on as Viktor walks away, still smiling, and sheds his clothes in favor of something loose, light, and comfortable, perfect for watching Disney movies on the couch in, and meanders back to the living room.

Yuuri is waiting for him, and a steaming mug sits on the coffee table, the tag on the teabag revealing in the dimness that it’s chamomile.  Viktor sinks into the cushions with a deep, bone-weary sigh, and Yuuri leans into his side, pulling the blanket over both of them.

“The tea is hot,” he says, and perhaps the steam curling in delicate wisps toward the ceiling renders the warning a little unnecessary, but Viktor appreciates it anyway, because nobody really used to warn him of hot drinks, before.

“Thank you,” he says, and kisses his fiancé’s temple.  The tea isn’t the only thing he’s grateful for.

anonymous asked:

Hi love your blog very much I was hoping you could write a HC of how Luke would react if you took him to meet your family but your family is very overwhelming and starts asking him ridiculous inappropriate questions like how many people you kill on a daily basis do you carry your gun everywhere are you armed right now etc... thanks so much I really appreciate it 😘

Headcanons of Luke Alvez meeting your overwhelming family:

  • He’d take it all in his stride. He’d know that everyone’s family could be a little crazy at times.
  • He’d try to control his laughter as they tried to guess if and where he was carrying his gun.
  • Although, he’d laugh at loud at your sister asking him if he ever used handcuffs outside of work - it earned her a smack on the head from your mum.
  • It would be amusing until they started asking him about how many people he’d killed. You’d start to become tense, knowing how sensitive Luke was to the topic - especially considering his experience in the 75th Ranger Regiment.
  • He’d respond politely though, just shaking his head and telling them that was the part of his job he didn’t enjoy. He only did what he had to do to protect others.
  • He’d be very good with your parents.
  • Your mum would be thrilled by his gentleman-like nature, particularly the way he carried your bags into the house and held the door open for her.
  • Your dad would be impressed by his dedication and respect.
  • You’d tell him to humour your dad’s questions about exercise techniques, but by no means was he to subject himself to training sessions with him.
  • He’d assure your mum that you were safe with him - and that he would never leave a gun lying around your apartment.
  • Secretly, your mum would be thrilled at your choice in boyfriend.
  • At first, she’d be delighted because an FBI agent would be able to protect you better than anyone else.
  • But then she’d realise how extraordinarily sweet and caring Luke was - especially towards you. She’d then be convinced that you’d found a special person.
  • He’d draw the line when they started asking whether he could steal them tokens from the FBI. Telling them that FBI vests were hugely expensive.
  • When the two of you returned home, you’d thank him for being so wonderful with your family. He’d kiss you tenderly and assure you that he thought of them as his own by now, you didn’t have to thank him. He was in this relationship for the long haul.
  • He’d then chuckle and warn you that if you thought your family were mad, you were going to be even more shocked by his.
Mistakes || Jeon Jungkook (PT. 2)

Originally posted by hohbi

Word Count: 1.8k

Genre: Fluff


Two weeks. It had been two weeks since you and Jungkook had started the break. You didn’t want to admit it but you had spent all of the time up until now laying in bed, and trying to disappear within the covers. You didn’t want to see the outside world if it meant you would have to remember his absence.

As much as you wanted to call Jungkook and tell him to come home, you were too stubborn. There was a small part of you that wouldn’t let your fingers punch in the familiar number. He wasn’t as strong though. He had called you everyday and left you with countless voicemails, all of them telling you how much he loved you and that he was truly sorry.

He hadn’t missed a single day.

Of course he was still doing promotions and working with the guys, but he was messaging you and calling you whenever he got the chance, and it made your heart hurt. You wanted to answer every time the phone rang, but you didn’t. It wasn’t until a different ringtone started playing that you actually grabbed the device and pressed answer.

“Hello.” You answered quietly.

“Hi.” His voice sent shivers down your spine and you were so dumb as to not expect him to try something like this. He had before, and yet you had fallen for it again.

“You have to stop calling me from Jimin’s phone or else soon I’m not going to pick up and he’s going to be pissed at me.” You replied, sitting up slightly in bed and resting your back against the pillows. You didn’t want to admit it but it felt good to hear his laugh come over the line.

“I’m sorry, I had to hear your voice. I thought I was going to go insane.” He replied. Your fingers played with the edge of your blanket so as to try and distract you from the fluttering in your chest. It didn’t matter what he said, he could be reading the script of the bee movie and you would still find yourself distracted by his voice.

“You’re a twit, you know that right?” You questioned, trying to goof around a little bit. Jungkook chuckled slightly and you could tell that he wasn’t completely there. “How are thing’s going with the guys? They’re being nice right?”

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It’s fun to poke slime and play with glitter and mix paint, but here’s a shoutout to the people whose stims aren’t considered trendy, cute and socially acceptable.

Here’s to the autistic people, the people with adhd, the people with schizophrenia, the people with sensory processing disorder.

Here’s to the people who flap and rock and spin and bounce and chew and make sounds.

Here’s to the people who don’t just stim quietly at home - here’s to the people who stim so much and so publicly that they are visibly disabled/neurodivergent.

Here’s to the people for whom stimming isn’t a trend or choice, Here’s to the people who have to stim to regulate their sensory processing, or to express themselves, or to feel good. 

Here’s to the people who attract weird looks and mean comments for the way they move and express themselves by the very same people who run stimmy aesthetic blogs with slime and pretty pastels.

Your stimming is healthy and beautiful and you should never be shamed for it. 

Heart Wrecker

Here it is, the second part to Heartbreak Hotel. I hope you like it, I’ll be up in the morning to edit and revise. Goodnight from me! -S

She was lounging on the bed with her eyes closed when Harry quietly returned home and forced himself upstairs, despite the heartache he knew he would feel, as a wave of familiarity punched his guts upon entering the house. He had longingly stared at the exact place he had left the girl he’d once dreamt of marrying; he had chewed and spat her heart out as if he never cared for her in such a burning manner. 

It was far earlier than usual, only a couple minutes before midnight and the house seemed emptier than usual, as if someone had lost their will and reason.

He climbed the stairs with hooded eyes and opened his bedroom door, expecting it to be empty, having strict thoughts of opening the closet doors and crying himself to sleep, not because he missed her, but because it was impossible to love her like he used to.

She opened her eyes, his heart lurching painfully when her glossy orbs met his stunned ones. A small glow of happiness planted itself inside him as he closed the door behind him and took a couple steps in while maintaining eye contact. Abruptly, she turned away from him, on her side of the bed, and laid an arm over her eyes. Her lamp was turned off, and it seemed like the dark aura only revolved around her presence.

“You’re still here,” he whispered.

She had to turn back around, narrowing her eyes angrily at him. Who was this person in his bed? She wasn’t the girl he’d left crying at the door, and she certainly wasn’t the one he’d been in love with to the point he was willing to toss his heart to her. She scoffed coldly.

“Did you expect me to just leave? We might be broken up, but last I checked, I’m still paying half the rent. So please, Harry, turn your light off and go to sleep. I’ll be gone in the morning. Got nowhere to go anyways.” The last part was mumbled so discreetly, it was almost inaudible to his pink ears.

He shredded his shirt and changed into pajamas when she maneuvered herself away again. Her cheeks glistened even from the angle her body was in. It was a peculiar feeling: having sympathy for someone you’d ignored for weeks. As his pajamas were half way up his thighs, he tilted his head to get a proper look at her trembling figure under the covers and he swore he caught a tear red handed dripping off her already moist face.

He was almost reluctant to sleep besides her but while running a hand over his face, he quietly climbed into bed and shut off his lamp.

As if in sync, his leg shifted underneath to seek her warmth, as if the past weeks where he learned to isolate himself had never occurred. There was a rumbling in his chest of sorrow, and heart strings being tugged when he glanced over at her now motionless body with wide, awake eyes. Harry raised a hand, hovering over her hair, desperate to feel her soft tendrils in between his fingers while she snuggled into his cold body.

Why was this so difficult? This is what he wanted: to lose her, to get rid of her. He did it. So why was accepting his loneliness so damn hard? He let his hand drop.

He cleared his throat. “Do y’want to sleep in the guest room?”

“Why?” she immediately snapped. “I paid for this bed, didn’t I? If anything, it’s mine and not yours. You should sleep in the guest room.”

“Yes, but I figured y’would want to on account of-”

“Well, stop acting as if you know everything about me. You don’t! And if you have such a problem sleeping besides your ex girlfriend, then get out and sleep somewhere else.” Her tone sent shivers into his spine.

It was unfair but his somber attitude towards her was suddenly washed away as he furrowed his brows and stood from the mattress. 

Her back was still to him, better than nothing, and he began to shout angrily, something he regretted profusely since that day. It was her fault she wasn’t alluring, her fault she wasn’t enough for him, her fault she couldn’t amount the other girls. Suddenly, all his anger was rushing back to him at such a speed, he nearly fell off balance when he properly stood up to glare at her.

“Y’don’t have to be such a bitch about it. This is why I don’t love y’anymore.”

There were two things he wouldn’t forget. First, her face when she found out he didn’t love her and second, just now, when he told her the reason why he didn’t reciprocate the feelings. Her eyes had gone wide and watery under the moonlight, jaw slack and eyebrows raised. She looked successfully broken.

He trudged out of the room before she could stutter a reply. As the door slammed, there were no motions of sympathy for herself. She deserved this…all of it. The lack of love, the incompatibility, it was all on her.

He had slept well that night. Better than he had in a long time.


The next morning was quiet and a part of Harry still hoped she had left before he had gotten up for work. He couldn’t risk barging into his room where she had slept the night before going to the bathroom for a quick shower, so he only brushed his teeth and traveled downstairs to make himself breakfast. Seeing her wrapped up in the blankets, if she was still here, would only force his heart to clench and shrivel like it had when he spied her last night. He could wait until after breakfast to shower with the slightest amount of peace in his mind.

While the bagel was in the toaster and coffee brewing still, there were footsteps behind him and he nearly vomited from the anticipation of seeing her face so early in the morning. Her tired eyes would be tattooed into his head all day and ruin his mood to bury himself in his work.

It wasn’t only her footsteps.

There was another object with her, gliding across the hardwood floor smoothly as if on wheels. He swallowed the little pride he had left and face her. She stood in the threshold of the kitchen, eyes casted down and clearly irritated with redness with her hand wrapped around a suitcase.

“I’m leaving. You’re paying all of this month’s rent.”

It was weird seeing her around the house in her own clothing considering she never let herself miss him while engulfed in his massive shirts and occasionally his sweaters. She even wore her own socks this morning, paired with boots and jeans. She still hadn’t lifted her head to stare at Harry with proper pissed off eyes and that mouth in a hard line. He hadn’t seen her upset too many times during the span of their relationship thankfully, but knew she wouldn’t release her inner demons at him.

“Okay,” he replied quietly, swallowing with a great deal of difficulty. “Do y’need, erm, help with your-”

“No,” she muttered nasally. “You’ve done enough.” She blinked at the Espresso machine that had ceased its dripping. 

This was it. Here she was, finally walking out of his life as if the past three years had meant absolutely nothing to her. She was crumbling with every step she took and he could see that as she slunk through the kitchen and past him. Every step she took was another hammer to his chest, knocking the breath out of him.

They had feverishly made out against that wall after his first show. They had confessed their love for eachother the first time when he had her pinned against the front door. She had met his parents right on that sofa, the one she had just brushed her hand over as if she remembered the same. The memories were piling on him and he could barely see with the water in his eyes, drowning him in guilt.

Damnit, he was hers.

When her hand touched the handle of the front door, he stomped his foot.

“If you fucking think-” he growled, “that I never loved you, you’re wrong.”

She froze, door half open. Harry didn’t care, now wasn’t a time to anyways. If he was breaking her heart, might as well break it some more and implant some fresh fingerprints of himself all over.

“You didn’t as much as I did,” she whispered back, feeling a wave of sadness wash over her body as she continued to open the door and roll her suitcase out.

“That’s not true,” he protested loudly. “I loved you so much. It hurt to love you, do you hear me? It hurt!”

“It doesn’t matter now.”

“It does matter!” he shouted, aggressively wiping his eyes. “It matters because I’m fucking sorry okay? I’m sorry I don’t love you anymore and I’m sorry for breaking your heart! But don’t you ever think I-”

She whirled around and slammed the door shut. “Sorry doesn’t mean anything to me! You mean nothing to me, Harry. The minute you stopped loving me, you should have told me! But no, you fucking kept it from me, making me think all this was my fault. As if you didn’t come home at night because you didn’t want to see me because I didn’t reply to your text as soon as I could! It was never me. It was always your fault!” She was fully screaming now with tears gushing down her cheeks without hesitation.

Harry fell quiet as his head dropped into his hands, shaking excessively as if somebody had lowered the temperature to below freezing. “I’m sorry, damnit. I’m sorry.” he kept repeating and sniffling. “Never wanted t’hurt you.”

She watched him cry into his palms as a whole set of fresh tears slipped down her skin. She stood straight, wiping the new tears with her sleeve. 

“Good bye Harry,” she said as she made a motion to head towards the door again.

Before she could open the door, a hand had knocked against the wood and forced it shut. Arms were around her waist and her head neatly pressed up against his chest as his own head fell to her shoulder, body wracking with sobs when his grip tightened.

“Harry what are you-”

“I’m sorry,” he cried, pressing quick kisses to her bare shoulder. “I didn’t want you t’blame yourself or hurt you so I never told you. I-I thought I was just going through a rough patch or something. It was all my fault.”

She nervously grabbed his shoulders with a pounding heart and attempted to pry him off. “Harry c’mon.”

“But I did love you,” he insisted tearfully. “I truly did. More than you’ll ever know.”

“Harry please let go-”

His mouth traveled up to her ear and then neck, leaving kisses upon kisses on her bruised skin, shaking his head so his curls tickled her cheeks. She had made a sound of protest before he initiated the contact but allowed his mouth on hers with such a pressure, her own tears mixed with his. He sucked in her lower lip and suddenly his warm hands had cupped her cheeks, mimicking the hotness she’d felt when they shared their first kiss in this very spot in this very position. That night, years ago, she had felt him pour his love into her body until he was drained, and now he was pouring his apologies into her.

He released her lower lip with a smack and then kissed her upper lip with a soft whine and the pad of his thumb began to draw circles into her cheeks. Eventually, she relaxed into his arms and pressed a few kisses back before pulling away, resting her head on the door. 

They were silent, except for the labored breathing and after a few seconds, Harry broke the silence. “I never meant to hurt you. I only hope you find a guy better than me.”

Her heart dropped. “That was my good bye?”

Harry moved away, taking a step back and crossed his arms behind his back. 

Y/N opened the door quietly and grasped her suitcase again, sighing deeply at the bright blue sky. She laughed humorlessly.

“It doesn’t get better than you,” she mumbled, shaking her head, reaching into her pocket, jiggling her car keys as she finally shut the door. “It doesn’t get better than you Harry.”

anonymous asked:

Hello! I just found your blog and I already adore it, so, if it was okay with you, could you write headcanons about the RFA+V+Saeran with an MC who loves giving hugs and being hugged? (if you don't want to do this request, it's okay, you can make your won request and write it, I would love to see anything you write, honestly)

That is the sweetest thing ever oh my goodness. Thank you sooooooo much <3
This is me. I loves hugs. I love hugs a lot. I’m a hugger. Kinda explains the url I guess. I need hugs.

Yoosung:
-LOVES IT
-He’s a hugger too
-So
-You guys are never not hanging onto each other.
-There is never a time you aren’t in each other’s arms.
-And honestly it’s great for both of you.
-He really loves that you enjoy hugging him because he loves hugging you too :)
-There’s been so many incidents at RFA parties where the other members tell you to get a room because you’re just hanging all over each other.
-If he’s having a rough day, remembering that you’ll be at home with arms wide open is the biggest comfort that gets him through the day.
-He’ll just come home and immediately cling to you.
-You don’t mind.
-You guys are like puzzle pieces.

Zen:
-Yes please
-Give me all the hugs yesyesyesyesyes
-He loves it so much
-He loves when you hug him and he has all of your attention and love because awww you’re so cuuuuute~
-Zen loves it so much that sometimes when he’s busy he just lets you wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his torso and just carries you around.
-Or he’ll give you a piggyback ride. Either one is okay with him because he just doesn’t want you to let go of him even when he’s busy.
-If you’d be in the way doing that, you just stand or sit next to him and hug his arm which he loves just as much. (did I mention I love arm hugs? because I do.)
-Your hugs are the best hugs and nobody can convince him otherwise. No one else’s hugs make him feel that special.

Jaehee:
-Your hugs are her favorite thing in the world.
-She’ll just be going about her day and she’ll feel your arms slowly wrap around her waist and your head gently press into her back.
-It’s just the cutest and sweetest thing EVER to her.
-If she’s in a bad mood, she finds herself missing the warmth of your hugs.
-She’ll come to you with a frown and just quietly ask for a hug.
-You tackle her in the biggest, warmest, most comforting hug ever.
-No more sad Jaehee.
-It’s magical.
-Cuddle sessions are a daily thing, of course, and she looks forward to it all day.
-If you’re not around, she’ll hug one of your shirts or jackets (or maybe just wear them) until you come back. It’s not the same as hugs, but it can suffice until you come home :)

Jumin:
-Everyday, when he comes home from work, the second he steps in the door, you tackle him in a hug.
-It is the cutest thing ever.
-Somedays when he comes home, you can tell by the way he stands gloomily in the doorway that he’s had a bad day.
-So instead of tackling him, you walk over to him and gently pull him into a hug while humming quietly.
-You whisper “welcome home” and rub his back.
-His day is no longer bad.
-Seriously, your hugs could cure diseases. They could create world peace.
-He truly believes that you are actually an angel.
-That’s his favorite thing to call you btw
-Jumin’s favorite pass time? Hugging you.
-His favorite is when you wrap your arms around his torso and rest your head on his chest.
-You’re just so cute and precious it makes him want to never let go of you.

Saeyoung:
-It made it even more difficult for him to ignore you in that one part of his route because you just wanted to hug him and he really wanted to let you but he couldn’t.
-After that’s all over though,
-HUGS FOREVER
-He will let you hug him whenever you want.
-He likes having your arms wrapped around him. It’s comforting.
-You’ll sometimes cling to him as he’s on the computer or watching TV with your legs around his waist and your head and arms on his shoulders.
-It’s his favorite cuddle position.
-100% down to be the little spoon when you guys sleep or cuddle. He actually prefers it.
-If he’s ever super busy and you can’t hug him without getting in the way, you just kind of grip the end of his shirt because it’s better than nothing.
-It’s adorable to him.

V:
-It’s so calming to have you clinging to him.
-Feeling you against him is the best feeling ever. He can’t see much and he gets a bit anxious if he can’t feel you with him. Lucky for him, you’re always hugging him.
-He’s always so soft and warm too, and he smells nice, and sometimes he likes to stroke your hair (I really want to hug V)
-Sometimes you just latch onto him and refuse to let go.
-“_____, sweetie, I need to go-”
-“NEVER!”
-He really would rather stay and cuddle you all day but he’s got things to do and places to be.
-You fight him tho
-Like excuse you no you’re staying my arms all day you have no say in this
-You usually win and you hug and cuddle him for as long as you want (which is basically forever)

Saeran:
-You held back when you first started dating because you knew he wasn’t comfortable with lots of contact.
-He warms up to the idea though fairly quickly.
-He never regrets it.
-Your arms make him feel safe. Just something about knowing your body is right by his makes him feel completely at ease, like nothing bad can happen because you’re here.
-If you see him looking sad or angry, you just slowly ease him into a hug and it makes him feel so loved and happy.
-He looks back to those moments and smiles.
-He finds himself needing to be in your arms any time he’s upset.
-Nightmares, intrusive thoughts, anxiety, all that mess.
-You can make all of that go away by holding him in your arms.
-No matter what mood he’s in though, he loves your hugs. They’re the nicest thing he’s ever experienced.

daddyzenpie  asked:

HC where MC is always kind and calm and full of smile, but one day, something happened ane make her furious, so she finally snaps and cuss with a very loud voice and angry face. How will RFA+V+Saeran reacting to it?

Did you mean: Me in middle school? Cause I did that once in class cause it was my turn to read a everybody was talking, but nobody except for the three people around me knew that I was the one that told everybody to shut the fuck up. P.s i love your name and the picture~Madre Mod

Yoosung

  • Surprise surprise it happened during a video game.
  • But not LOLOL it was mario kart
  • You and Yoosung was playing mario kart on rainbow road
  • while it was easy for the first ten seconds, lets say that the computer players were getting on your nerves.
  • And Mario hitting you with a red shell was the last straw.
  • “MarIO WHAT THE FU C K??!! THIS COURSE IS ALREADY FUCKING HARD ENOUGH WITH OUT YOU BEAMING FUCKING RED SHELLS AT PEOPLE!”
  • Yoosung was terrified honestly
  • it came out of nowhere
  • poor boy was spooped.
  • “Mc I think it’s time to put the controller down.”
  • “NOT UNTIL I HIT MARIOS ASS WITH A BLUE SHELL!”
  • “Mc he’s not in first place. Please calm down.”

Jaehee

  • It was a normal day at the coffee shop
  • People came, ordered food, some stay and eat, some smile and leave.
  • Then there was one kind of person you and jaehee thought you guys would never experience.
  • The sassy and spoiled customer. He seemed like they had a stick up their ass, really.
  • If you had to describe what he looked like, you would say that they looked like jumin, but with blonde hair and glasses. shit my danganr0npa is showing
  • Jaehee was busy so you had to serve them.
  • You flashed him a smile and politely asked “What would you like to order?”
  • He asked for a simple latte. No big deal right. Until they started telling you to add specific things into it.
  • No problem.
  • You did as he asked, putting in the specific things into it.
  • You called his name and he came up to get his latte.
  • He took a sip then spit it out at you, nearly missing your face.
  • He started telling you how you messed it up and stuff and how he won’t stand up for this. You snapped.
  • “Well excuse me for not making it right the first FUCKING TIME. How fucking dare you come into this cafe, and try to order me to make you this ridiculous latte. Who in hell even puts cinnimon sugar in a latte??”
  • Jaehee came at the point and ordered the four eyed lemon out of the building.
  • while she is shocked that you cussed out a customer, even if he was a prick, she’s a little happy that you stood up for yourself.

Zen

  • Zen invited you to come to a premiere party to this movie he starred in.
  • the cast was holding a party to celebrate the success of the movie after two months of hard work.
  • He gave you a nice and beautiful dress to wear and some shoes to go with it. 
  • time skip to the party, it was going great!
  • Zen introduced you to the cast members while lowkey eyeing the guys and mouthing that you’re taken
  • Halfway through the party you noticed some of the female actresses staring at you and chuckling.
  • They think you can’t hear the shit they are saying, but you do.
  • They talking about how you’re too ‘ugly’ to be with zen and how Zen would like a girl who’s beautiful just like he is.
  • Instead of feeling self-conscious about it you got mad.
  • How DARE those girls try and say shit about you.
  • So while Zen was talking to some of the other cast members, you was getting even with the girls.
  • You walked up to them, with a drink in each hand and confronted them.
  • “Hello, I’m Mc Zen’s beautiful girlfriend. I just want you girls to know that I could hear the bullshit you said about me, you know how i’m too ugly to be with zen.” You started
  • The girls looked at eeach other and chuckled. “Yeah, what are you going to do about it?” 
  • You threw the cups of juice at them, ruining their makeup and dressed. 
  • “That is what i’m going to do about it. While you hoes only care about Zen’s outside and how he makes your plastic looking asses good, I care about Zen’s true beauty, which is on the inside.” 
  • The girls retailiated, talking about how their looks are true and not plastic.
  • “Oh please, even I can tell your butts and boobs are fucking fake. I could tell from across the room that they were fake!” 
  • While that was happening, you didn’t know that Zen was standing right behind you while you ranted.
  • He is shocked
  • Proceeds to drag you out of the place before you got violent.

Jumin

  • If you would’ve told him last week that his kitten cusses he wouldn’t believe you.
  • Until today.
  • Jumin was curious on what you do when he’s at work, so he comes home early.
  • As quietly as he could, he enters the house and looks for you
  • He can hear somebody talking so he follows that voice, turns out you was in the bedroom in front of the vanity, your phone playing what looks like a makeup tutorial.
  • You were trying to master the art of winged eyeliner, you could never do it right due to shaky hands.
  • But at that moment you was willing to try.
  • You was carefully to get the eyeliner on your bottom lashes when your phone buzzed, breaking your foucs and causing your hand with the eye pencil to jolt and make a jagged line going from your eye to your cheek.
  • You slammed your hands on the table and yelled “GOD FUCKING DAMNIT, i ALMOST HAD IT!”
  • Jumin chuckled from his place near the door, making you realize that you had an audience.
  • “You know, I could just get somebody to do that for you, so things like this won’t happen again.”
  • You just grumbled and went to the bathroom to wash it off

Seven

  • You like coffee
  • plain and simple
  • Seven knows you like coffee
  • Seven also likes pranks.
  • Seven goes and hides all the coffee beans in the house
  • and the coffee machine
  • It’s about 6 am and you needed coffee to remain calm for the rest of the day.
  • When you went to the kitchen to get some, you saw that the machine and the beans are gone.
  • Seven is watching this from his hacker room, which he locked in case you try to look for him.
  • You look around frantically, trying to locate the missing beans and machine.
  • Your patience is wearing out
  • After two minutes you realize Seven might of taken it as a prank.
  • “SAEYOUNG YOU PIECE OF SH I T! GIVE ME MY COFFEE BEANS AND COFFEE MAKER OR I BURN YOUR FUCKING CHIPS!”
  • He had never ran so fast to save his chips.

I’ll add V and Saeran later I had to do this real quick

Telepaths and Trigonometry - Peter Parker x Reader

Anonymous said:
Peter Parker request where the shy new girl at school knows that he’s Spider-Man. She knew because their hands touched once during a class and she could see his thoughts that way. So he invites her to the compound to show off her gifts. She can also move things with her mind.

A/N: Reader is telepathic and telekinetic

Warnings: none?

Word Count: ~800


Originally posted by v-writings

Trigonometry, your worst class of the day. 

You dread it every single day. The only good thing about it is that you get to see Peter there. Peter Parker, the guy you’ve been crushing on for months, sits right next to you in Trig. 

As you are putting your binder back in your bag after class, your pencil rolls off of the desk and onto the floor next to Peter. He bends down to pick it up for you and smiles as he holds it out to you.

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A Friendly Favour (M)

Originally posted by taehyyungs

Warning: Smut. Semi-not really-kind of infidelity.

“Absolutely not.” You said sternly, pulling the dishcloth that hung from the string of your apron and swiping the crumbs from the counter into your palm, tossing them mindlessly into the trash bin.

“Why not?” Taehyung whined, one cheek bulging with unchewed French toast.

You squinted at him, your elbows supporting you on the countertop when you leaned closer to him, “Because I don’t want to have sex with you, Taehyung.”

He swallowed the large bite of food with effort, “Do it for me,” he begged around the straw of his milk tea, “I am going on my third date with Yura this weekend and she’s been hinting at some stuff. I don’t wanna go in and make a fool of myself.”

“So, the only way to ensure that doesn’t happen is if I sleep with you, right?” You deadpanned.

“You’re one of my closest friends!”

“So?” You scoffed.

“So,” Taehyung continued, “You’re the only girl I’m close enough to that I would trust with something like this. And…” He started, but instantly clamped his mouth shut, looking away from you to focus on stirring his drink.

“And?” You pressed.

“And…” He trailed off, bringing the straw to his lips, but you reached out and snatched the glass from him, giving him an expectant glare.

“And Yoongi’s said some things…” He muttered in a rush.

“What things?” Your voice rose louder than you intended, earning you several glances from different patrons and a few of the waiting staff. You cleared your throat, ducking your head closer to Taehyung to try and hide the blush that no doubt coloured your cheeks.

Taehyung fidgeted in his seat, his fingers tapping the edge of the countertop, “Okay, don’t be mad.”

You just looked at him, and he nodded in understanding before continuing, “I was talking to him like a week ago, and I was asking him about what to do, you know, if things with Yura escalated. And he made references to when you two were together…”

“Oh my God.” You groaned, your hand coming up to cradle your face.

“It wasn’t anything bad!” He waved his arms frantically, as if to lessen the blow, “He just gave me some advice, and he said you were really, um, good?”

“Please stop talking.” You peeked at him through your fingers.

Taehyung nodded again, his lips pressing into a thin line and he watched his fingers. You admired him for a second, your smile hidden behind your hand because he looked positively dejected and completely adorable. You were almost contemplating agreeing with his proposal and you wanted to smack yourself to come back to your senses.

Seconds ticked by; Taehyung remaining silent as you just watched him. Your mind was teetering back and forth, arguing with yourself on whether this was a harmless request, or if it was just going too far. On the one hand, you didn’t want to create any awkwardness between the two of you, you valued your friendship with him too much. On the other hand, he was very obviously attractive, and he only made it sound like it was a one time thing. Another small part of you also may have been thinking about getting back at your ex-boyfriend for gossiping about something as personal as your sex life.

“Okay, I have some conditions,” You said finally, dropping your hand to the counter with a thud. Taehyung perked up instantly, his eyes wide with excitement. “This happens once, okay. That’s it. You don’t get to tell anyone about it. And lastly, after this happens, everything goes back to normal.”

“YesOkayWhatever!” Taehyung cheered in a rush, rising out of his seat so quickly that the stool skidded behind him. He threw his arms around you over the counter, peppering kisses to your cheek.

You struggled in his hold, trying to wedge your hands between your bodies to pry him off of you, but it was no use. Finally, with a particularly firm jab to his ribs with your two fingers, he released you with a grunt.

“So,” He started, his hand rubbing against his sore spot as he looked at any point in the restaurant that wasn’t your face, “When do we do this?”

You shrugged a shoulder, “When’s your date?”

“Tomorrow,” He blinked, eyes finally settling on you.

Your eyes narrowed before slipping closed, tipping your head back with a long sigh, “Then I guess it would have to be tonight.”

“Someone’s eager, hm?” He taunted, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.

You balled the dishcloth in your hand and flung it at him, hitting him square in the face. Taehyung swatted the cloth away, throwing it to the ground and almost knocking over his drink in the process. “Rude.” He grumbled.

You flashed a quick smile that didn’t meet your eyes, “I’ll be by your place at seven. Get out of here before I change my mind.”

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