so their celebrations had to do

Passive-Aggressive Partnership: Epilogue

A/N: Considering the fact that tonight is CM night, I need smut and fluff, so I had a couple people say they wanted the make-up/engagement sex from the reader and Spencer’s fight, even though technically they already had the make-up sex lol ;) @coveofmemories @bleedreid @my-xomatosis-s

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“Okay, Garcia,” Y/N said for the third time in as many minutes. “We really have to go now.”

“But why do you have to go? We should celebrate your and Boy Genius’ engagement all through the night!” she said, throwing fake confetti around the restaurant. After work, everyone had insisted on going out to dinner to celebrate their engagement. Everyone had at least a drink or two, and now most were three or four drinks in and very lovey-dovey, Garcia being the worst of them all. 

With a laugh, Y/N grabbed Garcia by the shoulders. Normally, she wasn’t so frank, but Garcia was so wasted, she probably wouldn’t remember what she’d said in the morning. “The reason we have to go is because I want to jump my fiancee’s bones, capiche?”

“Oh my god, I’m so dumb,” she laughed, taking another sip of her fourth beer. “Of course, you just got engaged. You’re young and in love. Go! Have fun!” She turned back around to everyone at the table, most of whom looked over with raised eyebrows; they knew exactly why Y/N was pulling Spencer out of the restaurant.

“Morgan!” Y/N yelled before walking out of the restaurant completely. “Make sure she gets home okay, she’s plastered. Text me when she’s home.”

“I got you, babe. You and Pretty Boy have fun. You sure you’re gonna be up for sexy times, Pretty Ricky?” Morgan asked facetiously, laughing as Spencer flipped him the finger before walking away.

As they walked down the street (they lived about ten blocks away), Y/N looked over. Spencer’s face was content, a bit sleepily, a little drunk - a look she normally didn’t see from him. “You gonna be okay for that make-up sex we talked about?” she said with a wink. “I’m fine if you wanna wait, but we just got engaged, so I wanted some us time.”

“Oh, don’t think I’m not good to go,” he said, turning around and walking backward in front of her. “Don’t let Morgan get in your head. I may have had a couple of drinks, but I have been waiting for this, and I will not let booze get in my way.” The loon nearly walked off the curb, but Y/N caught him, pulling him in the direction of their apartment, but not before stopping for a water bottle. “I’m cleansing,” he laughed.

“I’m sure you are,” she replied. “I’m just saying that we can go home and have sex and that’s great, or we can cuddle up on the couch. I just want some special time together. I only plan on getting engaged once.” Just as they got back to the apartment, he finished up his water, chucking the bottle into the recycling can outside. “Me too, and I am perfectly sober and good to go.” They approached the apartment door and he reached out for her, pulling her head to his by the back of her neck. 

She pulled out the key for their apartment, her lips gliding over the vein in his neck as he wrapped his arms around her waist. “I love you so much,” he said. He was still a little drunk, but he didn’t seem to care, reaching back and taking off his shirt the second he got into the apartment. As they went to step toward the bedroom, their feet got tangled, causing them to lurch backward toward the floor and leaving them a tangled mess somewhere between the kitchen and the bedroom. “Guess we’re doing this down here,” he laughed.

“Really?” she snickered, burying her head in his neck. “Isn’t that gonna hurt you?”

“I’m still a little drunk,” he laughed, pulling her mouth to his. “I’ll be fine.” Bolting upward, she reached down for the hem of her shirt and ripped it off, her bra flying in the opposite direction before she came to lie flat against his chest again. She smiled as the engagement ring reflected the light of the moon. He’d picked out a beautiful piece that she still hadn’t had the chance to truly appreciate yet. 

Pushing off his body yet again, she came to stand up above him, watching him wriggle out of his jeans as she disposed of hers. He took himself in his hand, righting himself so she could sheath his length immediately, but she took him by surprise, kneeling between his legs as she took him in her mouth, her wet heat causing his hips to jerk upward. “Oh my god,” he said, reaching over and grabbing for his pants.

“Do you wanna just not use that,” she asked, referring to condom he was reaching for. “We can get a jump start on that family.”

“You sure?” he asked, biting his lip as the mood changing from fervid to sweet in milliseconds. She nodded, crawling up his body and placing kisses as she went, until she finally reached his mouth again.

“Yea,” she said, grazing her teeth against his chin. “I want all of the babies.” When she ground down on his pelvis, he moaned, pushing his length upward again so she could envelop him. His mouth fell open at the feel of her heated core. Like a sensual dance, her hips swerved and swiveled, his hips moving against her to the beat as his fingers tangled into her hair, just tight enough to cause the slightest hint of pain that went straight through her. As her orgasm began to crest, she lost control of her movements, bracing her hands against his chest as she ground her core into him at an angle. “Oh shit, Spence,” she moaned. She shook violently against him, her orgasm running wild as he flipped her over and rode out her high before his own began to roll through him.

“Oh god, Y/N,” he breathed, nestling his head in her neck as he called out her name. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pushing ever so slightly against his ass as he came inside her. “Wow…”

She giggled into his mouth, her tongue jutting out to bathe her bottom lip, before she went and nibbled at the sweet spot behind his ear. “You wanna maybe take the rest of this baby-making to the bedroom?”

In one fell swoop, he jumped off the floor, gathered her into his arms and walked her into the bedroom to get a jump start on their new life together.

I have had an amazing day today, I got to celebrate with wonderful people and I’ve got so many kind, sweet messages. You are all honestly such a gift. I have some thoughts to share, though.

For literally all of my life, I have been lucky enough to be blessed with both an amazing family and amazing friends - being loved and supported regardless of the decisions and also the mistakes I make and have made. I do understand that this is a privilege and that I should not take any of that for granted, especially in a world like ours where you see injustice at every corner. I am beyond lucky to have the chances and opportunities I have, that I get to both express and explore myself, that I can fully be myself without fear of my well being or my safety. I am more or less healthy, I get to go to college, I get to do things I love doing in my free time, I have a regular income and I have a bright future ahead of me (if I don’t mess up terribly). This post, by no means, is me bragging about the things I have. It is simply me aknowledging that none of this is a given, that none of this is anything but a true and real blessing. We tend to forget that in our daily lives, we tend to forget how truly and utterly grateful we should be for the things we have –– not the MATERIAL things, but the opportunities we get.

Instead of being nasty to each other, belittling each other, hating on each other or fighting each other, I think it would sometimes help if we just step back and take a moment to appreciate that we all have the time, the energy, the chance to do something FUN, to write, to be creative, to share our thoughts and be who we want to be on this website (and also take those opportunities in real life). The world is sometimes such a dark place and spreading a little love won’t hurt anybody.

Count your blessings and be grateful.  THANK YOU ALL for your love and kindness. I am well aware that I am one hell of a lucky girl.  I wish all of you nothing but love and support, no matter what paths you chose in life. <3

LuHan scenario - my wish

Originally posted by ingrid-xiaolu

requested

genre: birthday fluff and birthday sex ;)

Warnings: eating out, neck bites, dirty talk

summary: Luhan comes for a visit while you celebrate your birthday with family and makes sure that you have a very happy ending.

word count: 7,460+

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anonymous asked:

98 and myungjin -sheep ;)) (since I'm assuming you'll do ships or??? I don't know djdjfndmz bye )

“The store ran out of Easter eggs.”

Jinwoo looked like he was about to throw one of the Easter eggs they had managed to secure, so Myungjun quickly continued.

“Honestly, this isn’t my fault. If we’re going to be glaring at anyone, Jinwoo, let’s glare at the stores for not carrying enough Easter eggs so close to Easter. I mean, what’s that about?”

“Easter is tomorrow,” Jinwoo slowly began. Myungjun was waiting for the eventual shunning.

“Yes. It is tomorrow.”

“Guess when tomorrow is?”

Myungjun glanced down at his watch, then smiled proudly at Jinwoo. “In about fifteen minutes.”

“So you bought me twelve bags of treats to put into the non-existent Easter eggs.” Jinwoo crossed his arms over his chest.

Myungjun pointed over at the small bag of Easter eggs. “No, see, I got you Easter eggs. You’re just choosing to get all pissy over the fact I didn’t get enough Easter eggs.”

Jinwoo sighed loudly and ran a hand down his face. “Myungjun, I volunteered us to do Easter eggs! The kids are so excited! We’re the only ones doing anything like this for them! What am I supposed to do now?”

Fortunately for Jinwoo, so Myungjun thought, there was a creative man in the house. And his name was Kim Myungjun. “Well, I’m sure we can figure out a way to make paper eggs.” He gestured over to their printer with a wide grin. “We have plenty of paper! We’ll make paper eggs and put the treats inside of those!”

Jinwoo did end up throwing some of the Easter eggs they had secured at Myungjun’s face.

outside-the-government  asked:

Congrats on 300 now! So excited for you! ❤. I can't remember if I submitted anything for your 250 celebration or not! If I did, ignore this request haha. If I didn't, can I please get a Bones reader insert with the prompt "you know, if you wanted my attention all you had to do was ask"? ;). Congrats again lovely!! You deserve all the followers!!

Thanks honey! So many awesome people around, I’m super happy and grateful for everyone following me <3

I don’t see anything from you yet so you’re on the list! Like I said to Kaity I’ve never done reader inserts (although I have written Bones) but I’ll be very happy to give it a try! Should be lots of fun <3

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My 250 follower celebration

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At Mishawaka High, he was a skinny misfit who got along with people, had girlfriends. He cofounded a fight club that met in a field behind a Celebrations Unlimited, where weddings and receptions took place. “I think we probably came up with some rules. No hitting in the balls, a good rule. There was a guy that rode by on a bike one time. He said, ‘What are you guys doing?’ So I fought him.”

                                      HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ADAM! ♡ 

Have you seen this gif? I was tagged in a post with this gif (and have since lost that post somewhere in my hoards of likes, oops) and let me tell you, my life was enriched for having seen it.

So here’s an AU:

Graves is a celebrity with everything that entails: tv appearances, photoshoots, even just going up on stage to receive an award. He has a whole team dedicated to managing his life and his appearance including this one guy on the makeup team, this young guy with the curly hair who’s just starting out and is terrified of doing something wrong and getting fired from his first big job.

And honestly, Newt doesn’t mean to get things wrong. But. One of the dogs was sick, and he had to clean it up and stay long enough to make sure she was ok, he couldn’t just leave her until he knew she was alright - but work - but dog - in the end he sneaks Niffler the dog into the back room and hopes no one notices and stammers his way through an apology for being late. And his budgie, little blue and yellow guy called Pickett, he has attachment issues - birds are really intelligent, you know? Much more so than we give them credit for. So Newt sneaks him in and he’s usually so good about staying out of the way, but sometimes he sits on Newt’s ear and preens his tousled mop and that’s just a thing. And the cats, Newt has a lot of cats - to be honest he doesn’t even mean to have a lot of cats but somehow he keeps adopting strays - and do you know how hard it is to get cat hair off your clothes? Hard.

So there’s Newt, stumbling over his words with a bird on his shoulder and cat hair over his clothes and a cocker spaniel hiding in the back room and he’s only meant to be sweeping up and handing people things, that’s all he’s meant to do.

Except Graves points at him and asks him if he’s new. And then, because Newt blushes scarlet and he really is far too cute to overlook, Graves waves him over.

“Show me what you’ve got,” he says with a challenging smirk and Newt kind of just dies? because? Percival fucking Graves is god’s gift to mankind and Newt gets to style his actual hair that’s it, he’s reached nirvana, goodbye budgie-Pickett Newt has ascended to a higher plain.

He doesn’t actually remember much of the experience because he was too busy floating on a cloud of happy (interspersed by random bouts of fear because what if Graves doesn’t like it and Newt gets fired and never gets to touch this amazing man again what will he do) but somehow he ends up waiting in the wings with Niffler the spaniel sitting on his feet and Pickett the budgie on his shoulder and somehow Niffler’s stolen not one but three of the makeup brushes and is chewing on them which probably isn’t good, but Graves is on stage now and that’s all that matters.

“Looking good,” the presenter compliments him, and Graves responds by staring out to the audience and running his tongue over his lip jesus christ Newt has been revived from death-by-hair only to die again how much more can he take.

Except. Except then. Just at the end Graves flicks his gaze to the side and looks Newt straight in the eyes. He finishes with this satisfied little smirk and Newt actually crouches on the floor and hides behind Niffler because holy fucking hell wHAT.

Niffler, the traitor, trots out onto the stage and presents a well chewed brush to Graves while Newt attempts to hide behind a lighting rig and pretend he doesn’t exist.

“A new admirer?” the presenter jokes. “She’s a cutie, isn’t she?”

And Graves, clearly not content with the extent to which Newt’s brain has been scrambled, smiles this beatific, conspiratorial smile as he kneels down and scratches Niffler behind the ear, does he have any idea how much Newt loves people who love his dogs, because it’s a lot, ok, a lot, and says:

“You should see her master, he’s adorable.”

And that. Just. Cannot cope.

Newt out.

“i’m glad you came.”

Yup this gif is inspired by that amazing UT amv :D

Finally! I’m ready to thank all of you ;w; This week I reached 5,000 followers, and I really wanted to do something special to thank (I wanted to do that even earlier when I reached 1,000 followers, but never had time to do something T^T )I’ve never expected that I could get so many people following my Tumblr blog, but it happend, I’m amazed. When I set up my blog, I didn’t use it until joining Undertale fandom, I’m glad that I started to use my blog to post my fanarts ;w;

Thank you so much! *hugs

*I’m going to do a giveaway contest to celebrate 5,000+ followers. Soon I will post more details about it C:

Titles

Ever since Dean and Cas met five years ago, Cas has just been part of the family. That’s what Sam would say, if he was asked to explain. And really, where’s the harm if the accountant tags along during their celebrations and holidays? He’s more than made up for it by being there for all of them when Dad died, and always ready to help whatever they are doing.

Point is: He had been an extension of Dean’s for so long that Sam doesn’t even think of him as a “plus one” anymore. It’s usually just “if I tell one of them the other will know and come to dinner too.”

It’s as easy as that. Until it isn’t.

One of his old friends from university just moved to Lawrence. Brady, after years of working for a “company full of douche bags”, as he put it, suddenly “saw the light” and decided to take things slower. Naturally, Sam and Sarah invited him to their next barbecue, and inevitably, Dean and Cas are manning the grill; or rather, Dean is manning the grill and Cas just happens to be at his side.

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You know what would have been fun? it’s sort of late now, but it would be really neat to have 13 artists collaborate to make a Miraculous Ladybug 2017 calendar. It would have been each artist tasked with drawing a picture themed around their given month (and one for the cover) and be given as a free download for people to print out and compile into a calendar they could have on their wall. We could even have season 2 air dates and anniversaries and character birthdays (if any are known) as dates, as well as holidays celebrated in france and events that take place in paris, so that you could look at it and think “ah, maybe Alya would be doing that!” 

That would have been really fun, i wish i had thought of it earlier.

Well honestly, it could still be done. Cause like, even if we didnt get it out until late January it would still be useful for the year. And if people felt compelled to do so on their own time you can really easy convert the photos into an ACTUAL calendar at any target or walmart or place like that, lots of sites online do it too. 


…..

Would any artists be down to work with a two monthish deadline to create one piece for their assigned month? Two months for one picture, themed around whatever month you get. So if its a fall month maybe the characters in fall wear and leaves and its a plaza or something interesting. You could research events that take place in Paris that month and perhaps depict the characters (probably the main four, adding in anyone else as additional if they’d like but sticking mainly to them because they are the mains) at the event. 

i’d also need someone who would be confident creating the actual grid day to day look for the bottom part of the calendar. it would be best to have one person do all twelve by just creating a template and shifting the numbers in needed, not hard just tedious. I havent the program to make any that look good or i’d do it myself. and we could assign a second person to adding in all the dates and tidbits and what not, perhaps someone who enjoys researching and looking through events in different cities and that sort of thing since it could be boring otherwise. 

i’m gonna shelve this idea, i’ll leave it up for a few days to see if anyone is interested. if you are an artist or are want the two additional positions should i move forward with this please leave a reply on this post. reblogs to spread the idea around would be appreciated. I think it could be fun and relatively easy to manage. I’ll go through any artists who volunteer and pick people personally, so please please leave a reply if you want to work on it! tag your fav artists, perhaps they’d be interested. 

Josh Dun Imagine

Prompt: Josh is in a car accident 

It was late Friday night when you got the phone call.  Josh had gone out with some friends to celebrate him being back in LA.  You were equally excited to be back home and have a bit of a break, but you chose to stay home and enjoy doing absolutely nothing for the first time in months. You and Josh had spent all of last week in Jamaica, holed up in a luxury hotel to have a nice vacation together, so you didn’t even bat an eye when Josh told you that he was meeting some of his friends. You simply kissed him and sent him on his way.

It had been two or three hours since Josh had left when your phone rang.  Laura’s name popped up, along with a picture of her, Josh and you from Ashley’s wedding.

“Hi Laura,” you answered.

“Y/N?” She asked, voice broken and sounding almost hysterical.

“Laura? What’s wrong?” you asked, trying to make out what she was sobbing through the phone.

“It’s Josh,” she cried, and your heart instantly dropped down to the pit of your stomach.

“Mom—,” you heard either Ashley or Abigail say before there was shuffling on the other line.

“Hello?” you asked, becoming frantic.

“Y/N,” Ashley’s voice came through the phone, you could tell she’d been crying too, but she was more put together than her mother.

“Ashley, what the hell’s going on?  You guys are scaring the shit out of me. What about Josh?” you asked.

“They won’t tell us much over the phone. He was in an accident, and they called mom. They said he’s in a bad state, but they won’t say much else until we get there. Dad’s driving us to the airport, but it’ll be a while before we get a flight. Mom told them your name so they’ll release information to you when you get there. They took him to The Southside Kindred Hospital, but you’ve got to get there so you can figure out what’s going on. We’re all a bit in hysterics,” she said, voice rough with tears.

“Oh my god—,” you said, running around the house trying to collect your shoes and a jacket, before grabbing your wallet and keys. “Is he okay, Ash?” you asked on your way out the door.  You hurried into your car before speeding down the street.

“We don’t even know,” Ashley sounded frustrated. “Just call us when you get there and they’ve told you what’s going on. Get there quickly, please.  But drive safe because Josh being in the hospital is enough.”

“Of course, Ashley. I’ll call you as soon as I know what’s going on. Love you guys,” you said, knuckles whitening as you clutched the steering wheel.

Your mind was in a thousand different places at once the entire drive to the hospital, but when  you got there, you parked quickly before practically sprinting inside the emergency room and over to the receptionist seated behind a desk.  

“Can I help you?” She asks.

You look around frantically, “My name’s Y/F/N,” you blurt out. “Josh Dun— was brought here.. or I mean I got a phone call from his mom and sister saying he’d been in a car accident and he was here or that he’d be here.”

“What’s your relation to him?” She asked, typing away on the computer.

“He’s my boyfriend,” you say.

“Right, okay.  He hasn’t arrived yet” she says, looking up at you from her screen.  The ambulance estimated arrival time to be 11:20, so it should be any minute now.  If you’d like to have a seat—“ she motions towards the waiting room, mostly emptied tonight.  

You paced around the room instead, looking out the window, just to give yourself something to do, until you heard the bustling sound of the emergency room doors being shoved open.  

“We need IV fluids stat—“

“I need to get this leg stabilized—“

“Not until we take care of that laceration!”

It’s almost like the whole thing happens in slow motion, because you’re able to pay attention to every single detail being flown through the doors.  There’s three EMT’s, all dressed in dark pants and a blue collar shirt.  Then there’s someone dressed in scrubs with a wind-breaker looking poncho on.  They’re all looking rather frazzled, muttering medical terms that you don’t quite understand.  And then there’s Josh.  You don’t get a perfect view of him, since everyone else is hovering over his body, but it’s enough.  He’s unconscious, his eyes closed peacefully, almost like he was sleeping.  Then you notice the blood gushing out of his temple, dripping into his eccentric yellow hair, almost making it look like the ruby color he had last summer again.  

You have to cover your mouth and bite down on the cloth of your sweatshirt to keep from screaming.  

They keep pushing him along in the stretcher.  Two nurses hold open some double doors and before you know it, he’s being pushed away, out of your sight again.  You run after them all, not wanting to be left in the dark.  Josh needed you.

“Ma’am, you can’t go in there!” A nurse says, holding you back.  You push against him, trying to slip by, but it’s no use.  You’re hysterical and much too weak, so you let yourself all but collapse into the arms of this man instead.

“Where are they taking him?!” you say, a blubbery mess.  

“Our doctors are gonna take good care of him—“ he assures you as he helps you walk back to the waiting room.  You fall into the seat, curling your knees up into your chest and wounding your arms around yourself, just trying to hold it together.

It takes thirty three minutes for a doctor to come into the waiting room to find you.  He’s got a scrub cap and gloves on, which he removes as he walks your way.

“Can I see him?” you blurt out, your eyes full of hope.

“You’re Y/N?”  he asks.  You nod back quickly.  “Not right now, Y/N. He was in a very bad accident. It’s my understanding that the police will be in here shortly to tell you of the details of that, but I’m here to tell you about his medical condition. He’s in ICU now; we’ve got him stabilized. He is in serious condition though; the next few hours are crucial. His right leg is shattered, his arm is broken, too and he has several cuts and bruises; one on the right side of his head.  It was cut by glass, he has twelve stitches right now.  That injury may or may not have caused some trauma which could then potentially lead to some temporary memory loss or amnesia. But what we’re very worried about, is the internal damage. His entire body was bruised, and there was some internal bleeding in his lungs, which is not a good sign. They’re going to prep him for surgery now, to drain the fluids.  After we open him up, we’ll know the extent of the damage,” he pauses, staring down at the scrub cap he has in his hands, before taking a deep breath, “I don’t know if you’re a religious woman, Ms. Y/L/N but if you are, I would start saying some prayers. He’s not out of the woods yet. I’m sorry that I can’t give you better news, but as I said, it was a very bad accident and it’s very serious. But I will personally keep you updated, especially after his surgery,” the man finishes, patting you on the shoulder before he walked out and softly closed the door.

You stare ahead, stunned by everything the doctor said.  It was so much worse than you thought. Josh’s life was still in danger, and the doctor was worried he might not make it. Tears spilled out of your eyes as you stood up and started walking around the room, your hands finding your hair so you could give it a little tug, hoping the pull would relieve some of the fear flooding through you.  You wiped your tears away and tried to clear your throat so that you didn’t sound like the complete wreck that you felt like as you began dialing Ashley’s number.

“Y/N?” She answered right away. “How is he? Have you seen him yet?”

“I saw him coming in—” you said, the tears began stinging your eyes again.  “But not since they took him back.”

“What did the doctor say?” she asked.

“It’s bad Ashley. His leg and arm are broken and he’s got a cut on the side of his head but he’s in ICU and they’re prepping him for surgery because it’s really bad, like internally I guess. There’s blood in his lungs and they said he was stabilized but they don’t know what’s going on inside of his body,” you said, giving up on holding the tears back. “The doctor said we might want to start praying and it’s just really bad and I can’t fucking breathe in this waiting room they put me in. I can’t see him Ashley. I can’t go see him and he’s not okay.”

“Y/N, fuck, please breathe,” she says. Her voice was thick with emotion but it didn’t sound like she was crying. “He’s at one of the best hospitals in the state. They’re going to do everything they can. I’m sorry you’re there alone but we’re catching a flight out soon and we’ll be there in a few hours.  I called Tyler and Jenna, they’re coming too.”

“Okay,” you say, forcing yourself to breathe properly. “Call me when you guys get in.”

“Good. Just stay there.  Josh needs you to be strong. We’ll be there soon,” She promised.

“Get here safe,” you say, “Love you guys.”

“We love you,” Ashley says before hanging up.  

You scroll through your phone, wondering if you should call anyone.  You desperately wanted someone to be here with you, but everyone you considered calling either already knew, or was all the way back in Ohio.  You locked your phone and stuffed it back in your pocket, rendering the whole thing pointless.  

It takes Josh’s family over five hours to get to you.  In that time, you’ve been visited by the doctor twice, telling you that Josh was still in surgery, but that he was stable and they were doing the best they could.  You’d also been to the bathroom twice to throw up, and bitten your nails down to the skin.  

Tyler and Jenna arrive first.  They run through the double doors, hand-in-hand, both with exhausted, but concerned looking faces.  

“Oh my god—“ Jenna says when she sees you.  They both rush over, engulfing you in a hug.  You cling to them, crying into one of their shoulders.  

“We got here first.  There was a flight leaving that had two empty seats.  We told Laura to go, but she refused to leave Ash, Jordan, or Abigail.  What the hell happened?” Tyler says.  

“Fuck if I know! He was in a car accident and they said the police would come in and tell me about that, which they haven’t. I swear to God if he drove while he was drunk I’m gonna-”

“Y/N,” Tyler cuts you off. “Calm down. Breathe.”

You stopped talking and focused on Jenna rubbing your back as you counted your breaths.

“This isn’t real..” you say, as you lean your head on Jenna’s shoulder. “Tell me he’s going to be okay, Ty.”

Tyler sighs, “Josh’s been a fighter since the day both of us have met him. He’s always fought for what he’s cared about.  Music.  The band.  You.  He’s not about to give up that easily. He’s gonna fight through this.”

You let out a broken sob as you used the sleeves of your shirt to wipe tears away. Then you all sat there in silence for a while after that.  

Only a couple of minutes passed when two policemen walked in, looking around the room sadly. “Which one of you is Y/F/N?” One of them asked, looking at you like he already knew.

“Me,” you croaked out, sitting upright on the seat.

“We’re just here to tell you about the accident,” The other said.

“Okay,” you nodded.

“A few witnesses all gave the same story. But uh Mr. Dun was driving when a car suddenly swerved across the center line and hit him head on. The airbags deployed and the cars were spinning until Mr. Dun’s car hit the barrier. The driver of the other car was intoxicated above legal limit, and died at the scene. Mr. Dun was stuck in his car, which was pressed against the barrier, so it took a while for paramedics to get him out. He was unconscious when they arrived, witnesses said he was unconscious when they ran over there.” The first policeman said. “We’ve just printed off the pictures of the cars and the damage. These copies are yours.”

You reached out and took the papers, waiting until the police left before he looked at them. “Oh my god,” you gasped as you almost fell back on to the couch. Tyler helped you sit down before they looked at the pictures. Josh’s car was completely demolished. It looked like a pile of black and gray scrap metal. And you weren’t particularly religious, but you said another silent prayer thanking whatever higher power that Josh even made it out alive, while simultaneously begging for him to make it through the night.

You looked at the clock again, and was about to make some comment under your breath about how long this surgery was taking before the door opened and the same doctor walked in again. You stood up immediately, walking to the doctor. “Well?”

He looked around at the new faces in the room before continuing, “The impact of the collision physically caused a broken rib to puncture a lung. We are in the process of emptying his lungs of any fluid that’s making it hard to breathe. He’s still stable, though, which is good. He can’t breathe on his own, so he’s got a breathing tube. Tonight is going to be a big one, and the next few days will decide a lot, but we’re hopeful. His body is going through a lot, trying to heal itself. It’s up to him now and he has to fight to get better.”

“So that’s all you can do?” You asked, not sure if you should be relieved or not.

“For now. We’ll keep doing what we can for him.”

Dr. Wells nodded. “We put him in a medically induced coma, the body heals best that way, and it lets him sleep through the worst of the pain. As of now, we plan to have him in the coma for a week, but we will keep you updated. You should be able to go in and visit him soon.”

“Okay,” you nodded, not sure of what else to do or ask.

“I’ll come get you when you can visit him,” he promised.

You thanked the doctor before going back and sitting down, pulling out your phone to call Ashley.  You were just ready to ring her again, when her name popped up on your phone, “Just getting ready to call you,” you answered.

“We’re heading over now,” she said. “Is he okay?”

“He’s stable,” you said.

“Okay,” Ashley said, “See you in a few.”

You nearly dropped your phone when Laura and Ashley walk through the doors.  You sprint over and wrap your arms around the both of them, letting them hold you tight.  The rest of Josh’s family filter in behind them, all with tear stained faces and tired eyes.

“What’s going on?” Laura said, wiping her eyes.

Just then, the doctor reemerges.  “Ah, family I presume?”

“I’m his mother,” Laura says, outstretching her arm.  “How is he?”

“We’ve set his broken bones and put casts on, and we’re monitoring him carefully. He’s been stabilized, but you can go see him now,” Dr. Wells said. “Not all of you at once though, please. Just three of you for now.”

Laura nodded. “Y/N and Ash, come with me for now.”

“Laura,” you say, shaking your head, looking at Josh’s dad.

“Go ahead, son,” he says. “I’ll be in to see him soon.”

You nodded, following the doctor, “I just want to warn you, he’s pretty beat up,” he says before he opened the door to Josh’s room, letting the three of you in before he left. You stood frozen at the foot of the bed. Josh looked more than beaten and bruised; he was hooked up to machines and he had an IV running into his arm. The right side of his head was shaved down to the skin where there was a nasty looking cut just above his ear that stretched around the side of his head.

You heard Ashley and Laura whispering quietly to Josh, but you couldn’t make out what they were saying. You felt like you weren’t really here, almost like you were just watching a tragic movie play out, but you were brought back to reality when you forced yourself to understand that this was Josh lying in the hospital bed, fighting for his life right now.

Laura walked over and kissed your forehead. “We’ll give you a minute, then send the others in,” she said.

You nodded as they walked out the door and immediately you went to sit in the chair at Josh’s side. “Hi, love,” you said, voice thick with emotion as you entwined your fingers with Josh’s. “Wow, I hate seeing you like this.” you thought about what you wanted to say, although you were pretty sure Josh couldn’t hear you anyway. “You’ve got me so worried, baby. Your mum and dad, Ashley and Abigail, Jordan, Tyler and Jenna.  They’re all here, everyone’s so worried about you, babe. We love you so much. I love you so much, Josh, you’ve got to get better, okay? I want you to fight harder than you ever have before,” you said, looking down to where your tears were falling on Josh’s bed. “You’ve got to get better and pull through, okay? For me. I need you.”

You sat there for another minute, letting yourself cry and hold Josh’s hand. Y

When you walked back to the room, you sent the others in before sitting, curled up on a seta, not looking at anyone else. You sat there for a while with your head on your knees, thinking about Josh and how much you loved him, and how completely fucked your life would be if Josh wasn’t in it anymore.

You only look up after feeling someone’s soft touch on your shoulder.  “Why don’t you head home, love?” It’s Laura. “You need rest.”

You immediately shake your head.  “I’m going to sleep shitty no matter where I am, I might as well be here.”

Laura nods before sighing.  “We rented a hotel nearby,” she says, looking reluctant to leave.  “We’ll be back in a few hours,” she says.

Once they’re gone and Tyler and Jenna emerge from Josh’s room, you head back in, taking the chair near his bed.  “I love you. I love you so much,” you sighed, letting the steady beeping of Josh’s heart monitor lull you to sleep.

When you wake up, it was to a sore neck, the fast beeping of the heart monitor and the door to Josh’s room being thrown open quickly. “You need to leave,” A nurse says as she practically pulled you from the chair and a flood of doctors ran in.

“No, what’s going on,” you asked, suddenly very alert as you saw electric shock paddles.

“You need to go,” The nurse says.

You heard the fast beeping of the heart monitor suddenly turn to a long, steady, beep. “No!” you scream.  “Josh, no!” You push past his nurse before another pulled on your arms. “Don’t you fucking leave!” you yelled. “Josh please, wake up!” The nurses dragged you out just as the doctor ripped Josh’s dressing gown open and placed the paddles on his chest.

You were hyperventilating as you felt strong, somewhat familiar arms around you instead of the nurses. “Y/N,” You heard Tyler say.

“Ty, no,” You cried. “He can’t.”

“No, no, no no no no, fuck no,” you sobbed, collapsing into Tyler’s arms further, “I can’t breathe. He has to be okay!”

All you could think about was Josh, and no, Josh couldn’t be gone.  You clutched yourself around the middle, trying to put some sort of pressure on your body to hold it together.  But it was too hard, so you let Tyler hold you instead while you sobbed into the fabric of his sweatshirt.

It wasn’t until a nurse walked in that you could breathe again.  

“We got him back,” she says, sighing a breath of relief.  

You gasped as you felt air fill your lungs for what felt like the first time in hours. “He’s okay?”

“He’s stable again,” she says.

“Can I see him?”

“You need rest—“ Tyler interjected.  

“I need to see him!” you argue.  “I need to call Laura—“

“What and wake her up too?  You all need rest.”

You finally gave in and rested your head in Jenna’s lap as Tyler threw a blanket over you. You listened to the quiet noise of the TV playing and fell asleep again to Jenna running her fingers through your hair.

The next time you wake up, it was more peaceful. Jenna was whispering to Tyler about something you couldn’t bring yourself to care about. You stretched and sat up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you looked around. Jordan and Ashley were sitting in one of the chairs on their phones. Abigail was sitting next to her dad on the couch and Laura was by the water cooler.  

The doctor walks through the double doors just then, causing you to become more alert.  “Josh’s been improving significantly since he flat lined this morning. He’ll still be in the induced coma for the next few days, but if he keeps improving at this rate, he should be awake after that. You’re more than welcome to still come visit him, as long as you listen to the nurses,” he said giving you a look. “I will keep you updated, but just know he’ll still be out for a few days.”

They all nodded and thanked the doctor.

The next few days passed faster than you would’ve thought. Josh was slowly but steadily healing, and the doctor finally tells them that he thinks Josh would make a full recovery. You nearly melted with relief. You couldn’t help the nagging in your head that said even if he physically recovered, he still might have head trauma and memory loss.

Josh was starting to look better, much to your relief. His smaller cuts were healing, and the color was starting to come back to his face.

One week after his accident, you, Laura and Jordan were in Josh’s room as the doctor took out the breathing tube, and you all let out a sigh of relief when Josh started breathing on his own.

“We’ve stopped the medicine that’s keeping him in a coma,” the nurse says. “It could take anywhere for a few hours to a few days for him to completely wake up though. This is all up to him now. When his body is ready to wake up, it will. I know this is a hard time to be patient, but I don’t want you to get discouraged if he doesn’t wake up today, okay?”

All three of them nodded.

“Alright, Josh,” Jordan says. “You’ve kept us here for the longest week of our lives. Time to wake up now, bro.”

Josh didn’t wake up the first day, like you’d hoped he would.

You tried not to worry when Josh didn’t wake up the second day either.

By the time it got to the forth day they’d taken Josh off the medicine, you began panicking. “You can’t do anything?” You asked the doctor for what had to have been the thousandth time.

“He’s still recovering and his body is exhausted,” he says, “Give him time.”

You started losing track of the days and time, seeing as you didn’t leave the hospital for two weeks. When you woke up one day, you blinked and looked around to see that the sun had set, but it was still fairly light outside. The room was quiet, except for Josh’s heart monitor. You looked to the clock to see that you’d only been asleep for a couple of hours, but it was still early evening. You rubbed your eyes before you felt the same thing that woke you up in the first place: a slight pressure on your hand that was laced with Josh’s.

“Josh?” you asked, jumping up and sitting on the edge of the bed running your free hand through Josh’s messy hair. “Love, can you hear me?” you tried not to get too excited, but you knew that you hadn’t imagined Josh squeezing it. “Babe, if you can hear me, can you please try to squeeze my hand again?”

You waited and felt the slightest pressure on your hand again. Your eyes filled with tears of relief. You reached up to press the red button to call a nurse in, before you turned your attention back to Josh. “Are you waking up, love?” you asked. Josh squeezed your hand again. “Josh,” you sighed, cupping the side of his face. “Can you find your voice, baby?”

Josh sighed and you saw movement underneath his eyelids, but he kept his them shut as he squeezed your hand again, but for longer. “That’s okay,” you said quietly, afraid of being too loud. The nurse walked in, eyes wide as she looked at Josh and you. “He’s waking up,” you smiled.

She grinned at him. “I’ll go get Dr. Cochran.”

“Do you know who I am, love?” you asked, the question burning in his head. “It’s me, it’s Y/N.”

Josh squeezed your hand again and he made a small noise in the back of his throat that you thought sounded almost offended. You loved that it sounded crazy for Josh not to know who you were.

“He’s waking up?” Dr. Cochran asked.

“Yeah,” you smiled.

“Wonderful. I need you to step back for a few minutes,” Dr. Cochran says.

You hesitate and Josh squeezes your hand tighter than he had yet, but you pressed a kiss to his forehead. “Not going anywhere far. I’m right here.”

“She hasn’t left your side yet, Josh,” Dr. Cochran says. “Don’t think I could get her to leave now.”

Dr. Cochran and the nurse continued asking Josh questions, progressing to see if Josh could feel his feet, arms, legs, chest, hips. Yes, yes, yes. He could feel it all. “We’re going to turn all of the lights off, except for the lamp in the corner, okay Josh? It’s not too bright in here, it wont hurt your eyes. I know your eyelids feel heavy now, and I know you’re exhausted, but can you please try to open your eyes?”

You watched, with his heart pounding heavily as Josh’s eyes fluttered, but his eyelids stayed closed.

“I need you to try a little harder for me, Josh,” Dr. Wells said.

Josh let out a quiet, yet disgruntled sigh as his eyes moved rapidly under his lids. Dr. Cochran looked at you, then looked pointedly at Josh, nodding his head once.

You nodded before going and sitting on the bed next to Josh.  You took his hand in yours again,  “Hey love, it’s me,” you said quietly. “Been waiting here for an awful long time to see you awake again. I miss you. I miss your eyes.  Can you open up for me? Just for a bit, then you can go back to sleep.”

Josh’s eyes fluttered again, then finally opened and you let out the biggest sigh of relief. Josh let out a soft grunt, then let his eyes close again, blinking them slowly before he opened them again.

“I’m right here, baby,” you said softly, waiting for Josh’s glazed eyes to focus on you.

“You’ve been on a breathing tube, which is why your throat is sore.  Don’t try to talk yet if it hurts too much. I’m very glad to see you awake, Josh. A lot of people will be glad. You can sleep now, we’ll do some more tests when you wake up again.”

Dr. Cochran and the nurse left, and Josh’s eyes started drooping immediately. “Your family are here, Josh, I’m sorry they’re not in here right now. They’ll be in here when you wake up again.”

Josh squeezed your hand tightly as his eyes closed and his breathing evened out.

“I’ll be here too, promise.”

The next time Josh woke up was the next morning; Laura was by his side while you sat on the windowsill. The doctor ran some more tests and Josh cleared his throat once before he decided he needed to sleep again.

Josh didn’t wake up again until the next night. You were sitting next to Josh when he stretched out his fingers and you looked up to see Josh looking at you with a small smile on his face. You took his hand immediately and smiled.

“Hi,” you smiled.

Josh cleared his throat and looked over to the small side table.

“Water?” you asked.

He nodded.

“Don’t talk if it hurts too much,” you warned.

Josh shook his head. “Throat feels a little better,” he says. His voice was rough and scratchy, so quiet that you had to strain yourself to listen carefully, but Josh was talking.

You sighed in relief. “Good. You still look out of it.”

“How?” Josh asked.

You smiled. “You just look exhausted.”

“I’m so tired,” he sighed.

You kissed his forehead, “Go back to sleep, baby. I love you so much. Gonna be right here when you wake up.”

“Love you,” Josh sighed before he fell asleep again.

It took three more days for Josh to be awake longer than fifteen minutes, and for his eyes to clear up. By that point, the anesthesia had completely worn off, and Josh was looking much better.

Everyone visited constantly throughout the day.  Tyler and Jenna were in and out and Josh’s entire family had been staying in the nearby hotel for weeks now.  When everyone all finally left at the end of the day, Josh made space on the bed for you to lay with him.

“You scared the shit out of me, you know?” you whispered.

“Will you tell me everything, now?” he asked.  No one had told Josh what had happened, more focused on getting him better, since he was mostly out of it anyway and he wouldn’t remember. But now he was alert, and you forced yourself to open up.

“Car accident. Drunk driver hit you head on and it was bad. The car is completely wrecked, sorry about that,” you sighed. “What was the last thing you remember?”

“I was at the club. We were having a good time, but I really didn’t feel like drinking. I stayed with everyone for a bit, then I wanted to get home to you,” he said. “Hey Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“What happened to the other driver?”

You closed your eyes. “He didn’t make it.”

Josh tensed and squeezed your fingers tightly. “They died?”

“Yeah, baby. I’m sorry.,” you whispered.

“I almost died too?”

“You did for minute,” you said squeezing your eyes shut again, you let yourself inhale the smell of him before continuing. “I was right here, beside you, and you started flatlining.  They had to drag me out and do the whole paddle-thing.  I thought I was going to lose you.  It was the worst minute of my entire fucking life,” you whispered.

Josh squeezed your hand tightly, but you kept your eyes closed, ignoring the tears filling up as you thought about the seconds you thought you’d lost Josh.

“It was that bad?”

“They didn’t think you were gonna make it through the night. I’ve never been so scared in my life,”  you said.

“Babe,” Josh whispered. “I’m so sorry.”

“Not your fault. I’m just scared to leave you alone right now. Don’t wanna let you go,” you sighed.

“I don’t really want you to leave. But promise me something?” he asked.

“Anything.”

“After I fall asleep again, go home. Shower, eat some food, and try to sleep. I love you so much and I’m so grateful to you for being here but you haven’t left the hospital in what?  Three weeks? Ash and my mom will be back soon,  Ty’s here. I’ll be fine. You look like hell, love, and I’m a little worried,” Josh said.

You sighed. “I’ll shower and eat, but I’m not sleeping in the bed without you. I’m staying here until you can come home with me.”

Josh rolls his eyes but nods. “Fine. Thanks for being here. I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” you sighed.

okie dokie, so i’m gonna try to keep this as short and sweet as possible. but, being my luck, this is about to get long, redundant, and sappy as fuck. so, buckle in kiddies and i’m sorry in advance lmao. but, hey! here’s to another year on this hellhole of a website, right??? (^: then again, no matter what–i can’t help but say that i’ve actually met and/or got to write with so many great people this year! hell, even if we don’t really talk a lot, if we just became mutuals, or if we’ve known each other since the beginning; i’d just like to say that i appreciate ALL of you guys SO fucking much omfg. i honestly can’t say that enough. it doesn’t matter if you’re on this list or if i accidentally forgot to slip you in there, just know that i’m ALWAYS so grateful to interact with and witness so many great writers! and, shit, even if we haven’t gotten a chance to write yet, then that’s alright. we can always try to write something together this coming year!

but, no matter what, i’m so fucking thankful for you all?? i don’t think i’d still even be here if it wasn’t for you guys. i’m always so honored to skim through all the writing i get so see on my dash, and i’m always stoked whenever i get to write with all of my super talented rp partners–or when i just get to read everyone’s shit in general tbqh. now i know i’m not very good with these sort of things since i just babble a lot, but EVERYONE, just keep up the grade A writing, and here’s to hoping for a great time this coming year! so, and with most of the sappy stuff out of the way–

i hope y’all have had a merry christmas and a happy new year!

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Things you probably didn’t know about hockey players (part 1)
  • Part of Jack Eichel’s right ear is plastic, he took a puck to the ear when he was 17.
  • Jack Eichel has always been an introvert and only cared about hockey his entire childhood. He loved skating alone in freezing weather since he was 5 years old; he never used to sleep over at his friends’, he rather came back home early to wake up really soon next morning to go skate; he started lifting and doing pushups when he was 10 years old; he used to spend his evenings improving his shooting and controlling puck in the basement instead of watching TV.

  • Connor McDavid’s parents had to lie about his age when he was 4 years old so he could play actual hockey (only 5y.o.+ kids could play).

  • Auston Matthews’ mother Emma helped her son celebrate his 18th birthday on Sept. 17 by preparing a favorite meal (tortilla soup) for him and his Zurich teammates.

  • Aaron Ekblad’s last name is Swedish, his great-grandfather moved from Sweden to Canada.

  • Thomas Vanek and Leon Draisaitl speak 4 languages: English, German, Czech and Slovak.

  • 4 Czech players: Jakub Voráček, Ondřej Pavelec, Jiří Tlustý and Jakub Kovář starred in ‘Babovřesky 2′ (Old Gossipton 2), a Czech comedy from 2014where they played quite important role through the entire storyline.

  • Evgeny Kuznetsov’s older brother Alexander died of “special circumstance” at event of celebrating May 1st in Chelyabinsk. At the funeral, Evgeny (12) said to the casket: “One day I’ll be a hockey star, earn much money and organize a big hockey tournament named after you.” 

  • Anže Kopitar’s daughter Neža was conceived at the night the Kings won their 2014 Stanley Cup on Friday the 13th and was born exactly 9 months later, also on Friday the 13th.
Calling All Bosses! :D

Hello fellow jse community members! (^•^)/ so before I start my long post I just thought I’d say if there’s a jackaboy that happens to stumble upon this…. GO AWAY!! :) lol love ya jack but I don’t want you to see this so if you do then don’t read further please :D ❤❤

Ok with that out the way I’ll say what this is about lol. so I’ve been bouncing around this idea for awhile and I figured now would be time to do it! we all know how jack is close to 15 million right?! well I thought it would be cool if we had some sort of community party to celebrate! \(^•^)/ so here’s what I was thinking….

It can be a week long event on here from 3/20- 3/27 :D

Day 1 (3/20): introduce yourself to the community! (you can write a short bio and/or post a selfie, that choice is yours. :) this is just a way for us to meet more people in the community)

Day 2 (3/21): how long have you been subscribed and when/how did you find the channel?!

Day 3 (3/22): what’s your favorite series/video on the channel?!

Day 4 (3/23): how has the channel impacted your life?! (you can get as personal as you wish)

Day 5 (3/24): who are some of the people you’ve been able to meet because of the channel?! How long have you known each other and have you met in irl yet?!

Day 6 (3/25): what made you stick around the channel?! what are your favorite things about jack and why is he so special to you?!

Day 7 (3/26): post fan art, videos, messages etc. regarding the 15 million milestone on the channel :D

And that’s it! :D I know this is last minute but I think this is something positive and fun we all can do together to celebrate both the success of the channel and jack, and simply just show our love :)

** if you have any questions please feel free to send me an ask and I’ll be glad to answer :D so please send this to everyone in the community and just all have a real good time! btw the hashtag I decided to use for this is #15milbosses :) **

(side note: if jack happens to reach 15 million before this than 1) yay! and 2) you can still post all the congratulations things you want \(^•^)/ )

Thank you in advance to anyone​ who actually read all this and might participate! ❤❤

11 Week Progress

I’ve had lots of ups and downs in the past 11 weeks. I’ve eaten cookies and drank beer. I celebrated Halloween, Friendsgiving, Thanksgiving, my birthday, Christmas, New Years, and Taco Tuesday. But with an 80/20 percent of healthy, intentional eating and consistent workout, I have still been able to see a decrease in weight from about 225 lbs to 216 lbs. I am so glad I didn’t give up those first few weeks when I thought I didn’t see progress. I’m so glad I kept calorie counting and running and stayed dedicated to myself. After all, “I’m doing this for health” (which is true, but also to lose weight before we try to get pregnant) and along the way, I’m watching pounds drop off.

One Year Anniversary

Authors note- So I forgot that it was my 1 year anniversary on tumblr yesterday (whoops). But to celebrate I have written a fluffy kinky smut! Woohoo! (Yes I still know how to write, I think). Anyways, ENJOY~

Member- Jungkook

Genre- Fluffy, smut

Warning- Swearing, Mature themes

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“Babe get ready otherwise we’re going to be late!” You shouted for the fifth time that night. It had been one year since you put a ring on it. One whole year since you said I do. One whole year of living with the biggest meme in the world. One year of pure love. (More like one year of insanity but you can’t have it all.) And tonight you were going to celebrate all that by going out for a really romantic dinner, in one of the most fancy, most expensive restaurant in Seoul. But your loving, kindhearted, stupid ass husband was not getting ready. You weren’t ready yet either but that was his fault because he wasn’t letting you in the fu… bedroom. “Jungkook let me in!” Silence. “Jungkook? Jungkook?”

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Some interesting points of Kyungsoo’s vapp broadcast:

  • Chanyeol watching the broadcast and Kyungsoo laughing and asking him, “Where are you and what are you doing now?”
  • Suho is the only person who has watched his movie as the others are busy with their schedules.
  • He hasn’t been able to celebrate Christmas for the past years as he had been busy with work. If he manage to get time off on Christmas, he said that he wants to have dinner with his family.
  • Kyungsoo shares tips on cooking. He says to put a lot of meat into the bean paste soup and also it depends on the brand of the bean paste. He also says he has difficulty in making a Chinese dish but managed to cook it by playing around with the fire, ie, put it to slow fire first and gradually turn it up.
  • He talks a lot about food (he loves food and will basically eats anything except coriander lol)
  • Jo Jungsuk answered a few questions on Kyungsoo (in a previous interview) and one of them was that he envied Kyungsoo’s popularity. Kyungsoo couldn’t think of anything in which Jungsuk would envy him for, so he randomly guessed that it was his youth, bringing a lot of laughter from the staff and viewers.
  • He commented he didn’t know the lipstick was quite dark when he saw the photo (below).
  • One of the questions he received was, “It must be nice hearing people say you’re handsome”. Kyungsoo rang the xylophone to indicate he agrees with that statement (the way he blushed afterwards asdfghjkl).
  • MC voted that he’s a natural in playing comedies but Kyungsoo said he has a lot to learn and when he was filming “Be Positive”, he asked Jungsuk for guidance.
  • He wants to sneak into a movie screening just to see the audiences reaction but haven’t had the time to do so.

We hit 500+ followers!! Thank you guys for being with me this whole time, I own you! and to you new followers? just chill on your seats while I tell you how I’m gonna celebrate this occasion

With a note expansion of course!!

Been wanting to do one of these things for a LONG time but never had the motivation to do one ^ w ^;;; 

The way we are doing it this is with my oc Betty, who’s right now is a bit skinny but I’m sure that you guys can fix this issue ¬ u ¬

So by now almost everyone knows how this things works

1 like = 1 pounds
1 reblog = 3 pounds

I’m also putting donations up on this in case someone wants to donate a bit to me ^ u ^ (Just send via PayPal to chromchill12@gmail.com)

1 dollar = 5 pounds 

Every person that donates will be be mention on each new round the next day

So let’s make this kitty a big and softer fatty of a kitty > u <!!

Starting weight = 150 pounds