sometimes i do the stupidest things

dex has red hair

i have red hair too, which is pretty awesome. and also horrible, sometimes, because being ginger affects so much more than the just the pigment of your hair. so anyways here are some facts about dex and his hair bc i can relate:

  • he’s so pale
    • he’s so pale
    • even when he kind of manages to get a little darker after a sunburn fades, he’s still paler than everyone else’s normal skin tone
  • he does not tan. ever.
    • yeah sure, he may work on a lobster boat all summer, but buddy, i promise you, he’s not gonna come out of it looking nice and bronze
      • (why do people write fics where he comes back from the summer with a killer tan??? no bro, he probably just looks like a lobster. it sucks)
    • his skin just slowly gets pinker until he has a terrible sunburn, and then sometimes if he’s lucky it will turn out a little tanner when it fades
    • he probably uses at least spf 50, lbr here
      • actually, nah probably higher than that if we’re being honest
      • and he has to apply it like every hour
    • ugh and oh my god, he probably gets splotchy sunburns!!!
      • SPLOTCHY SUNBURNS ARE THE WORST
      • basically you think you’ve put sunscreen everywhere and spread it evenly but NOPE
      • random blotches of your skin will just be bright red while the rest is ridiculously pale and you look like you have some sort of disease-ridden rash
      • it has probably happened on his face and it’s the saddest thing
  • he has freckles for dayssssss (especially after the summer because they come back in full force during that season)
    • freckles everywhere
    • in the most random places
    • some are on his lips and on the back of his knees and his elbows and just very odd places
    • its a never ending cycle of freckles fading while new freckles form
    • he kind of gets a tan through his freckles??? 
      • bc he has so many and as they fade they kind of blotch together and make him look tan, but when you look really close you’re just like, oh, those are just tiny dots bunched together, not the actual pigmentation of your skin
    • he has. SO MANY. freckles on his shoulders
      • if you are of the male specimen, you probably go out shirtless in the summertime, and the sun hits you really hard on your shoulders, and thus, so. many. freckles. there.
      • (this is literally the most prominent place of freckles for redhead boys. please ask my brother and all of my cousins)
  • “does the carpet match the drapes?” ;)
    • why do people ask this
    • he gets this all the time, and it’s not just from people hitting on him
      • PEOPLE JUST GENUINELY WANT TO KNOW FOR SOME REASON???
    • and it’s super awkward
    • especially when they don’t match. bc um. a lot of times they don’t. just so you know.
    • “haha, firecrotch, huh?”
      • will wouldn’t find this funny even if it were accurate
  • back to the sunburn thing, it’s nice in the winter when he doesn’t get fried!! JUST KIDDING BC BLUSHING IS A THING
    • yeah anytime he gets remotely embarrassed or flustered, his face is the color of a tomato okay
    • even if he’s not actually uncomfortable, it still happens
      • “dex, nice shirt, man.” ➝ red face
      • “dude, nice assist!”➝ red face
      • *accidentally bumps into someone* ➝ red face
    • anytime nursey says anything ever, his face is red. i promise you this. i know this to be true
  • HE NEVER WEARS RED
    • or pink or orange, for that matter
    • (but i mean he goes to samwell so the red thing is kind of hard)
    • he unintentionally gravitates towards green and blue clothing bc his mom probably accidentally instilled in him that they compliment his hair as a child
      • this is so real. this is the realest, most relatable thing
    • going to samwell was probably super weird bc he had to start buying spirit wear and stuff and when he did, he realized he didn’t own any other red clothing
  • people always make irish jokes or assume he is irish, especially around st. patricks day
    • dex has no idea if he is irish
  • people always ask if another redhead they know is related to him
    • no
  • he has heard every “ginger” joke under the sun
    • no one has ever actually bullied him for it
    • but everyone makes the same jokes
    • will basically mouths the words as people say them bc he knows them so well at this point
    • he’s not actually bothered or offended, it’s just like… dude. he’s heard this before. you’re not being original
      • it’s very boring and a little irritating
    • but if he gets annoyed or doesn’t laugh people think he is a bad sport, so!!! he laughs them off even though he’s very disinterested and wants to tell them to maybe get some new material so they can actually say something remotely humorous next time
    • and he totally knows its not a big deal at all, bc some people have to deal with racist or homophobic jokes, and this doesn’t remotely compare. it’s just… very eye-roll inducing.
  • he gets horrible bruises for the stupidest shit, and sometimes just randomly and he’s not sure where they came from, bc ya gotta love that sensitive skin!!
  • oh and back to the ginger jokes thing, someone always makes a comment about that redhead temper!!
    • which is kind of unfortunate, bc dex kind of does have some temper issues
    • those jokes do not make him less angry either
      • (dex, seriously man. just chill for a sec)

wow this got really long and i could go on forever and ever but yeah basically this is the gist of it. also i’m aware some of this can apply to lots of people but anyways hooray for redheads!!

Dating Kai would include

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

Kim Jongin

- gosh this would be the cutest relationship
- walks in the park
- probably likes holding you by the waist
- he just needs everyone to know that you’re his
- most likely will see something in the store that reminds him of you and gets it
- but you do the same thing so when you see each other you’re both like aW
- teasing each other
- “lmao remember that time when you-”
- “tHAT WAS TWO YEARS AGO”
- Chanyeol and Sehun are your new best friends
- tbh you and Jongin would be passed out on the couch together taking a nap
- and you hear faint giggling in the background but ignore it bc Jongin is so warm and cuddly and you’re so sleepy
- then you two wake up and Chanyeol and Sehun are looking you guys and laughing
- and Kai is laughing at you and you’re like ????
- and you look at his face and start laughing
- and then you realize why they were laughing and now they’re running from you
- Kyungsoo be watching out for his man
- just kidding he’s most likely just shy and making sure ur legit enough for his best friend
- but you don’t think he likes you
- and then one day you roast your boyfriend and you see D.O laugh a lil bit
- s u c c e s s
- grocery shopping at night bc two lil night owls
- buying snacks and munchies and a couple movies
- followed by passing out halfway through the first movie
- being his biggest fan and supporter for his dancing
- he’ll get so excited to show you a new routine he came up with
- one day he catches you trying to learn how to dance to Monster and you’re like in the zone right
- but you keep messing up and start getting frustrated and he’s laughing bc how are u so cute
- then he’ll come up next to you and try teaching you step by step
- “ok so move your foot like this- no jagi like t h i s, see?”
- “wtf how do u do that ???”
- “just turn it. Jagi- Y/N just twist it-”
- “IF I KEEP TWISTING IM GOING TO BREAK MY ANKLE”
- when you think you have it down he does the dance with you
- and you kinda gradually stop midway and just look at him bc
- no thank u it’s too much
- When you’re walking together at the park with his dogs and kids come up to pet them
- and he’s so incredibly sweet towards them
- he’ll kneel down and be like !!! go ahead !! pet him !! :)
- and he’ll answer all their questions and laugh with them and be so nice and your heart just m e l t s
- sometimes when you two are sitting on the couch he’ll play with your hair and start humming
- other times he’ll start singing softly and my god
- his voice
- please appreciate the river of gold that is his voice
- when you’re sad he’ll listen
- followed by doing the stupidest things to make you laugh
- “what did I do to deserve you”
- instead of responding he’ll just attack you with a hug to hide his blushing
- but you wanna see his SMILE
- “I could ask you the same thing”
- but also
- Kai vs. Jongin
- legit you’ll be teasing and making fun of each other and it’s all cute right
- “shhh jagiya just shushhh”
- “no make me >:l ”
- KAI MODE ACTIVATED
- lip bite
- mischievous smile
- ur pinned down
- gets r e a l c l o s e
- “what was that?”
- R.I.P @ u
- just kidding he’ll start laughing and get off bc u looked so scared and cute and you’re hitting him with a pillow
- he’ll make it up later tho
- ;) ;) ;) ;) ;)
- sometimes he’ll get sad and look for you because holding you is his safe place
- and you don’t even have to say anything, just as long as you’re there he’ll be okay
- A relationship with Kim Jongin would exert nothing but unending love and support
- you’re so so lucky

kevaaron hc’s

since i’m falling head-first into kevin/aaron again and sj has seen a lot of Bad hc posts recently, i decided to make an in-character hc post of my own

  • they are both so unnecessarily competitive. not with exy or anything, but with the stupidest shit in existence
    • this is surprising to literally no one
      • aaron: do you think i could snort this
      • kevin: that’s a pixie stick
      • aaron: d o  y o u  t h i n k  i  c o u l d  s n o r t  t h i s
      • kevin: if you snort it you’ll regret it
      • aaron, already splitting it into lines: that wasn’t a no
  • kevin once spent an entire 24 hours pretending aaron didnt exist because aaron called exy ‘glorified baseball’
  • since the height difference is so comical, sometimes aaron stands on increasingly dangerous things to gain kevin’s attention
    • example: once he stood on a minimalistic-style all glass coffee table and then jumped
    • kevin had a heart attack
    • aaron got the reaction he wanted when kevin just scooped him up and carried him off to stable ground, very far away from a now-scuffed coffee table
  • speaking of comical height differences, once or twice, aaron has stolen some of kevin’s sweaters sometimes and everybody could tell at once that it wasn’t his and immediately thought it was nicky’s. 
    • for the record: nicky Does Not Own anything cashmere. he did not appreciate such lies and slander coming from his fellow foxes
    • aaron just liked wearing something larger than him for a day, why won’t people just shut their mouths
  • while making vigorous eye contact, kevin once turned the television screen off when he found aaron playing video games at 2am. this prompted a prank war that lasted a week before wymack put his foot down and told them to work it out
    • in reality, they made out for thirty minutes and kevin had to hide his boner when they went back out to the foxes
  • kevin has had neck problems of a variation. finger-shaped bruises, bite marks, hickeys, and scratches, you name it, he’s had it.
    • instead of being helpful abt it, aaron actually puts him on the spot
      • nicky: ooh, where’d you get that, kev
      • kevin: none of your business
      • aaron: no, kevin, it might be our business. do tell.
      • kevin: fuck you
Erased (Pt. 5)

Erased [part FIVE]

part ONE | part TWO | part THREE | part FOUR | part FIVE

Warnings: Language, some nsfw and unhealthy situations throughout the series. 

Author’s Note: This wasn’t meant to become anything more than a small ficlet, but then it did end up becoming something more. There are a few pairings in here, but it is mostly Kaneki/Touka. And in a different writing style from my previous fics.

Additional Note: Ficlet series? Yeah, that’s cancelled. Also, I had to cut a good portion of this part so that it wouldn’t be too long and it will flow straight into part six. Trust me, it’s worth it. ;)

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“He’s basically stalking Touka.” Nishiki said to Yomo, who stood behind the counter stoned faced, but his eyes immediately fell on Touka.

Touka’s jaw clenched and she gave a dirty look to Nishiki for opening his mouth. “Remind me again why I haven’t fired you?”

“Hey, if anything I should be the manager around here.” He quipped.

Touka drew out a heavy sigh. She didn’t want Yomo to know too much because even she didn’t know what was really going on. But Yomo looked affected by what Nishiki had told him.

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Cross My Heart

Happy Halloween!!!  This is a Treat Prompt, though it features one Tricky feline.  I changed the prompt a little so that I could set the story Pre-ESB because I live for UST.  (Or I am lazy and that’s what I find easiest to write…)  Also played with a first person Han POV because why the hell not?  Here’s the prompt: 

On a mission to provide aid to Lothal in the aftermath of the Rebels’ victory a Rebel victory, a black Loth-cat keeps crossing Leia’s path, leading Han to wonder at a Corellian superstition he heard as a child.

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Shoulda left the Rebels months ago.  Don’t know why I’ve stayed.  Every week, I think, now’s the time.  Pack up the falcon, tell Chewie to can it, and leave.  Fly back into free space, into the only place I’ve ever felt like myself.  

I certainly don’t feel like Han Solo here.  Han Solo doesn’t take orders.  He picks and chooses what he’ll take on (sometimes with a blaster to his head but still).  He doesn’t do charity work ‘cause he knows what a lost cause is and it ain’t gonna be him.  He has colleagues, clients and enemies.  He doesn’t have friends.

Friends are where it all goes wrong. Sure, they seem nice enough - ask you how you’re doing, share a bottle of whiskey, care if you live or die.  But then there’s more.  There’s always more.  Friends ask for things, friends want you to do favors.

“They’re stranded, Han…” she said, “We can’t just leave them there with no way to call for aid.  All we’ll do is make contact, set up a communication system then…”

I don’t know how she does it.  She isn’t charming.  Not like me.  She’s steely and bossy and thinks she’s a damn hero.  It’s insufferable really.  Wouldn’t even call her a friend if it weren’t for all the times she’s saved my life.  

Every week I tell myself I won’t give into her. I remind myself that she’s annoying and pint-sized and just plain exhausting.  And I almost believe it until she crosses my path again. Then somehow every care in the world falls away except for the one that has to do with making Leia happy.  

I must have a mother thing.

I snort as I adjust the ridiculous poncho she’s put me in.  I barely remember my mother.  She died (or left?) before I was nine years old.  Feel like I should remember more.  Wasn’t that young.  But my life got pretty crazy for a while after and it seems to have scrambled what came before.  I remember she was pretty.  Red hair, bright like most Lothalians. And she was the one who gave me these eyes.  

She wasn’t a delicate woman.  When her mouth was closed she seemed sweet and timid, but once she opened it you knew where she came from.  She would curse and spit like the sailors she’d bedded in the brothel she came from.  But she was kind, not two-faced like my father.  She said what she meant and meant what she said.  And late at night, after another hardscrabble day, she’d tell the best stories.  That’s when she was really beautiful, when her eyes got all twinkly and she’d share that hidden longing for magic I see in most women.

Don’t see it in Leia.  Wanted to for a flick.  Maybe.  But, she’s all business all the time.  And it’s not even a good business.

“Remind me again how you’re paying me?”  I ask, slipping on the mask she’s shoved into my hand.

She tenses and I can practically hear the crackle of her temper.  I feel am answering surge of frustration.  

“How many times do I have to remind you, I ain’t in this for your revolution?”  

“Or me?” Leia snaps, turning to pin me with that dark brown gaze.  She has good eyes, I’ll give her that.  Deep, compelling, hard to sneer at.

But I make an attempt.

“That what you want, Princess?  Want me following you around like a puppy dog?  Like—”

I almost say Luke.  But there’s that friend thing again.  Now it’s messing up my zingers.

Still, it seems to snap her out of it.  She recoils ever so slightly which puts me even more on edge.  

“I certainly do not want that,” she sniffs, “I just thought…never mind.  We’ll take a portion of the relief fund for your retainer.”  

She makes me feel so small sometimes.  And Han Solo is not small.

“This thing doesn’t run on dreams, you know?  Or on hope,” I purposely reference her rallying cry, “it runs on fuel.  Fuel that’s harder to get and more expensive than it’s been in 20 years.”

Leia glances up at me, and I feel my stomach knot up like it does around her.  It’s that mother thing.  Makes me feel like a naughty little boy.

“I know,” she says carefully, “and I’m willing to pay you, was planning to, but when you ask like that.”  Her nose scrunches up and the knots sort of dance into my chest.  It’s not a normal thing for knots to do.

“Yeah,” I sigh, trying to release them.  “Know I drive you crazy.”

The side of her mouth quirks just a bit, and out they go.  I feel back to normal except for that queasy feeling I get when I know she’s won.  I’ve prioritized her happiness once again.

“Alright, well, we’d better get going.  Those transponders aren’t going to deliver themselves.”

Leia nods and slips her mask on as well.  I can’t help but feel relieved by the reprieve from her eyes.  They peek trough the the mask but are shaded into an almost nondescript darkness.  Nothing striking about those.  

We both look ridiculous, her in a black witch’s costume and me in a nerferder get up because of the holiday on which we’ve landed.  The night of the Veil happens once every three years on Lothal and causes general commotion on the planet.  A three-day long festival encircles the day when the veil between this plane and the spiritual one supposedly comes down.  

I pretended not to know any of this when the Princess briefed me, but the truth was I knew it well.  Many of my mother’s stories, the only things I remember with crystal clarity, happened during or around this day.

I’d almost told her when she’d mentioned this place. Felt it on the tip of my tongue.  Of course, I bit down on that impulse.  Can’t be spilling my guts to every pair of pretty brown eyes, but I remember that almost now as we venture into the Lothallian night.  

Never told anyone about my mother.  Told a few people about my father.  Mostly other smugglers when I was starting out.  He was both proof I knew the business and a way to show them I’d be better.  Tore him down with all the berks that knew him.  

But, never had a reason to talk about my mother.  Doesn’t really matter when she’s gone and I’m grown.  But I feel the strangest desire to talk once again.  Almost a pressure on my tongue.  

I open my mouth just as a streak of black dashes across Leia’s feet. She squeals and jumps back, knocking into me.  I reach down on instinct and steady her shoulders.  The feel of warm skin through cheap satin almost singes my fingers.

“You okay?”

She lifts her hand to her chest then let’s out a soft laugh.  Something about the sound of her mirth and the feel of her skin makes my head swim.  I step back and shake my head, searching for whatever it was that scared her.  It’s only as I almost give up that I see the little critter sitting on a fence post bordering the outskirts of town.  

“What is that?” I say, squinting up at the small, squat beast with luminescent green eyes.

Leia catches her breath and looks to where I’m pointing.  

“Ohhh…” she breathes, “it’s a loth-cat.  She’s so pretty.”

I frown as a foreign chill goes up my spine.  I’m not one for superstition, too smart for that, or too old.  But I can almost swear I hear my mother’s voice in her rough Lothallian accent.

If their path be crossed by a loth-cat
“Tis your true love you’re staring at

She always swore that’s how she’d met my dad.  My good for nothin’ father, selfish and shifty and stupid.  But she loved him.  Enough to make me almost believe in his goodness.

He was sitting in the parlor - at the grand piano - she’d said.  And the madam’s loth-cat - a rare, and prized pet to have on any planet - had jumped onto my father’s lap.  

“For a minute, I thought she’d claimed him for herself. But not in a mo’ she glared right at me with them laser eyes and crossed straight to the floor.  Knew he was mine right then.”

She’d smile wistfully at that, sometimes straight my father, who was probably too drunk to notice.

Love made you do the stupidest things.  

“Might want to keep going, Princess. Loth-cats are bad luck.”

She peers over her shoulder at me, flashing a mischievous smile.  

“How would you know?”

I squint at her.  If I didn’t know better, I’d think I saw a flash of magic behind that mask.

“Know better than you.  How many folktales did your fancy tutors tell you?”

She tilts her head, “None.”

“Well, then—“

“But the cooks told me plenty.  And my chambermaid Giirta.”

The loth-cat looks down in interest, it’s tails twitching to and fro.

“Alright,” I murmur, curious in spite of myself, “and what’d they tell you?”

Leia’s mouth opens slightly then shuts right as the loth-cat meows.

“Nothing,” she says, her voice returning to her normal alto timbre, “I don’t remember anything about a loth-cat.”

I am tempted to take her word on this.  I should drop it anyway except…except…

I know her tells.  I know when she’s tired, her shoulders slump and that famous Princess posture goes straight to hell.  I know when she hasn’t eaten in half a day, her tongue’s as sharp as vibroblade and quicker than my quick draw. And I know when she’s stretching the truth, she bites her bottom lip.  

Just like that she’s doing right now.

“Never heard about them, huh?”

She shakes her head and makes a real good show of getting back on the road.  Apparently neither the loth-cat nor I want this conversation to end cause he chooses that moment to leap off the fence post and onto my shoulder.  The damn thing claws my neck trying to get a grip then leaps across my body and scampers into the brush.  

By the time its over, I think I have aired out every Corellian curse that I know.

I finally look back at Leia to see her mask pushed up and those troubling brown eyes wide with shock.  I touch my hand to my neck and circle back to a couple curses as I look at the bright swath of blood.

“Now that was bad luck,” Leia said, voice substantially softer.  She briskly moves into my space and reaches for my hand.

She clicks her tongue like a little matron and lifts her hand to my chin.  I try to focus on the burn of the scratch rather than the brush of her fingers.  It’s just the damn nursery rhyme putting weird ideas in my head.

“He got you good,” Leia says more soothing than serious.  “Wait a moment.”

She reaches down into the bag she’s been carrying and draws out a small box.  She sets it on the fence post, the same one the loth-cat just vacated, and reveals its contents.  

“You brought a bacta kit with you?” I ask, unable to keep the shocked skepticism out of my voice.

She pins me with a look then lays out her supplies.

“I’m always prepared.”

Something about her demeanor, the back to business air, makes me want to rattle her.

“I can tell you what it means,” I say, smoothing out my tone to silk, “If you want.”

For a moment I don’t think she’s heard me as she plucks something from the pile and strides purposefully towards me.  It’s a damp cloth that she dabs gently on my neck.

“I’m sure I don’t want to know.”

She circles back to the box and returns with a substance both warm and cooling.

“Oh I think you’d be interested in this one, Princess,” I say, enjoying the way her lips tighten and her nostrils flare.  I’m pretty sure she’s blushing though it’s hard to see in the bleached light of the moons.

She finishes molding the bacta to my neck then takes a step back.

“You’re insufferable, do you know that?”

My answering smile is so big it threatens to displace her handiwork.

“Now, why should you say that?”  I counter, “You don’t even know what i’m going to say.”

I’m pretty sure I’ve caught her now, but she parries as she always does.

“If it’s coming out of your mouth, it’s bound to be insufferable.”

I throw my hand to my heart caught now in a full-on performance.  “Now, is that a nice thing to say to the love of your life?”

Leia starts then stares for a long moment.  I almost have enough time to regret the foolishness coming out of my mouth when she steps towards me one more time.

“Ah…right,” her voice is more of a purr now, “I do remember something along the lines of…” she pantomimes a frown of concentration then recites as if by rote:

“If their path be crossed by a loth-cat
’‘Tis your true love you’re staring at”

She’s centims away, close enough to breath in.

“So it’s you then?” She asks, eyelashes aflutter.  “My knight in…tarnished armor?”

There’s a hint, more like a hold-full, of challenge in her eyes.  For a flick, I consider taking her up on it, dipping my head and taking those lips, nibbling them the way she had when she told her fib.  Instead, I do the stupidest thing I can possibly do because, well, I’m me.  

“Yeah, I’m the knight.  And you’re the Princess.  Just like in all those stories my mama told me.”

The word drops like a detonator into the silence of the night.  Leia falters.

“Your…mother?”

I realize too late what I’ve done, ended the fun and ushered in something private and tender and painful.  A new wound exchanged for an old one.

“Forget it, “ I say, stepping back and turning to look at the town over the length of farmland field.  “It’s a stupid superstition.  Let’s keep going.  We don’t have all night.”

For a moment I think she’ll actually do it, actually listen to me for once.  I don’t know why that makes me feel s—

“Who was she?” Leia asks, almost like an afterthought, as she packs up her bacta kit.  

I don’t look at her, considering my options.  I could shut her down, but we’ve got a long night ahead of us and I’d rather not do it in silence.

“She was a no one.  Poor as dirt.”

Leia listens for more.  That tell is a tilt of her head.  I look away, feeling the words rise in response.

“But she loved me,” I can feel Leia’s eyes on me, and for a moment, I hate myself.  “She tried.  S’more than I can say about anyone else.”

I hear the song of crickedas seem to swell as Leia takes this in.  

“She told you stories,” she says finally as she slips the box back into the bag of transponders.

I want to shrug this off, go into my well-worn routine, but there’s something about the still serenity of the night singing around us.

“Yeah,” I say, letting the weight of some long lost thing settle in my chest.

“So, tell me one,” comes Leia’s voice, cool and clear.

I look over at her and she’s already turned back to the road, her fingers toying with the edge of her sleeve.  She’s nervous too.

What’s she got to be nervous about?  I’m the one about to spill my guts.

And out they come, earnest and detailed and oh-so-embarrassing.  She laughs and cajoles and clamors for more.  As that phantom longing grows in my chest, rather than diminishes, I think once again, I shoulda left the damn rebellion.

But somewhere in the Lothalian night, there’s a black cat that just might know better.

boyfriend!taeyang

honestly same lmao this was so fun to write, thank you for the request!!!


-OKAY FIRST OFF, i feel like when you first started dating, this boy would have been on top of the moon because of how happy he was
-he liked you so much . 
-and still does~
-SUCH A SOFTIE
-would get excited over so many things you guys do together
-even if it’s the smallest thing (ex. holding hands)
-though he may not show it often
-omg he would be so touchy like he LOOVOOOVES skinship
-likes holding ur hand
-unintentional aegyo 
-compliments
-”you look really handsome, taeyang..” *BLUSHES aND SMILES SO BIG*
-also loves to compliment you
-speaking of……… ATTENTION!!!!!!!!
-THIS BOY LOVE TO GIVE ATTENTION & ALSO LOVES ATTENTION FROM U
-he just wants to know that you love him as much as he does
-he might not show his affection in public as much
-bc he wants to keep his cool exterior
-though there are times where he doesn’t care and will do . the most
-ex. makes sure ur always by his side by wrapping his arm around ur shoulders and never letting go etc.
-*randomly stops whatever he’s doing* ”y/n, U MEAN SO MUCH TO ME”
-ur like????????????? but accept his affection anyways
-but when ur alone hes sososososoo clingy and mushy and soft
-though its very cute
-tbh he would probs rather stay at home and chill w/ u rather than go out on dates
-don’t get me wrong, he loves going out and exploring the world 
-he just loves being alone with you
-but when you do go out, he would make sure u had the best time on every date
-protective
-bc of this, he is dominant and aggressive sometimes (esp in public)
-but is overall very gentle and caring towards you
-he would also do A N Y T H I N G for you 
-just wants to make sure that you are always happy c:
-loyal
-GETS JEALOUS easily
-esp if youre really close with another guy
-must must must reassure him
-will probably stay up until late to talk with you over the phone
-really loves to talk with you
-can be about the stupidest things
-but he also loves to have deep and meaningful conversations to understand you even more than he does
-he would listen to ur voice all day if he could
-can be really cheesy
-loves to laugh, and u love his laugh
-so it is a win win
-late night, spontaneous dates!!!!
-ur like a rock he leans on for love and support and trust etc.
-not only a boyfriend but a bff
-you two have so much fun together. listen
-people are honestly jealous of u two when they see how good u are together (i would be)
-literally the IDEAL RELATIONSHIP
-HE IS SO PASSIONATE
-puts so much into everything, especially ur relationship
-u might be overwhelmed
-but its good to know that he is very committed 
-bc he is so passionate, sometimes he is unsure of ur feelings, so u gotta reassure him often
-tell him u love him and he will be a blushing mess
-always wants the best for you, and ur relationship 

so i’ve noticed that literally NO ONE talks about intermitten explosive disorder and it makes me pretty uncomfortable and sad because imo if anyone needs support its explosive people
i don’t think its fair to ignore an entire mental illness no matter how unsavory it seems
ied has a very high rate of self harm, property damage, and verbal abuse
ied can incorperate physical assault
if you’ve never dealt with serious anger issues you will never understand what it’s like to lose control like that, you will never know what it’s like to want to destroy everything in an entire room just because you can’t tie your shoe correctly, you’ll never understand what it’s like to choke someone over not getting to use the bathroom first
people refuse to offer support to ieds who want therapy and want medication and want balance in their lives and thats not fair because it’s just as out of their control as your anxiety or depression
do you think anyone WANTS to live like that? you think anyone wants to blow up at the tiniest, stupidest things? you think anyone really wants to destroy entire friendships over one poorly worded sentence or misconstrued gesture?
love people who can’t love themselves
help people who break the bones of the hands that hold theirs
everyone needs help sometimes, please be patient with everyone and especially those who are typically shunned, ignored, and more often than not demonized

anonymous asked:

That's alright, I completely understand! It's better to not write about a group you don't know rather than write something out of character for them :) Would I be able to request the same thing as before but with AKMU's Chanhyuk?

Lee Chanhyuk ; “You don’t have to say anything.” + Best Friends↣Lovers!AU  

Prompts here.
Masterlists

Originally posted by nizxki

  • i got so inspired by this because of what happened to some friends in real life so this might get long
  • before we begin
  • let’s pretend that they had stayed in korea, not going to mongolia or anything, and they were schooled regularly (and not homeschooled)
  • alright
  • you and chanhyuk go way back
  • you, chanhyuk, and soohyun were the trio back when you were younger
  • you had sleepovers every weekend
  • study sessions during the week
  • you all went to events together
  • but since you guys were different ages, you didn’t have classes with soohyun
  • you, on the otherhand, were the same age as chanhyuk
  • and since you guys are older you’d always help soohyun if needed
  • but in your sixth year of grade school, something happened
  • soohyun began making other friends, though she still hung out with you two much more than she did the others
  • but you didn’t have as many sessions together where you’d end up goofing off rather than studying
  • you and chanhyuk kind of just accepted it because it was good that soohyun was making friends
  • you didn’t want her to be lonely when you and chanhyuk went off to high school, after all (//skipping middle school because i don’t know how it works oops)
  • anyway, that gave you and chanhyuk more time to hang out
  • while you guys did talk to others in your class you mainly kept to yourselves in a corner, quietly judging everyone
  • it was your thing

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Weird fINTP Things #37

You know what’s really weird about being fINTP?  Sometimes I get so worked up about the stupidest things.  I tell myself I don’t care what people think, but sometimes the most ridiculous of things will set me off–it usually has something to do with a select group of individuals that I work with throwing shade my way just to give me hard time.  mINTP never fails to remind me that I’m being petty and that I should let it go.  It’s a female catfight queen bee HBIC drama thing; he just doesn’t understand.  That’s what I tell myself.

Then, there are other times when I should really be mad or at least other people are telling me that I should be mad, when I’m just not bothered. What is up with that?? Seriously.  There is this situation at work where one of my colleagues totally threw me under the bus during a meeting I was not present for and blamed me for a situation that was 100% her fault.  Everyone thinks I should be mad because she’s spreading lies.  I don’t care.  I think it’s funny, like how I think Uncle Fester is funny. 

Everyone is so sure I’m going to retaliate, but I really just think it’s humorous. I can’t be bothered to retaliate; retaliation takes too much work.  What the heck is wrong with me?  Bruta and I have weekly one-on-one meetings.  Our next meeting is tomorrow. Should I be worried? lol

anonymous asked:

Do you have any thoughs on supernatural version of cupid? Like are they in some way taking away people's free will by forcing relationships in order to get something done (kinda like mary and john) i have been seeing here on some post and it let me thinking Love your blog btw :)

Hi there! Thank you, I’m glad you like it! :)

Well - I guess my answer to that would be, their Cupid was way too cheerful? Like, in Greek mythology, that would have been Aphrodite’s job, and she wasn’t this meek naked lady walking around on giant sea shells - she was terrifying. There’s a scene in the Iliad where she basically drags Helen to Paris’ bedroom and tells her to shut up and take it, while Helen screams and cries about missing her husband and her daughter, and how she could spare thousands of lives by giving herself up to the Greeks, so, yeah. 

I think what people misunderstand is that those ‘love’ gods were always supposed to represent the ‘phase one’ kind of love, and does that really have anything to do with free will? Because sure, IRL it looks like we do everything ourselves, but do we? That sudden attraction you feel for someone, that need so strong that it blinds you, those thoughts that grow and fester inside your head - what the hell is that about? As far as we know, it’s a hormonal reaction of some kind, and some think it’s produced by our subconscious sniffing of someone else’s sweat or whatever, and that your brain makes grabby hands whenever there’s a good genetic match - and is any of that really about free will of any kind? I mean, I don’t know if this has ever happened to you, but I went through the ‘waking up’ phase several times - that moment when you look at the other person and basically go, Oh crap - because you don’t remember what you ever saw in them, and everything they do is stupid, and their face is the stupidest thing of them all, and to think you wanted to touch their disgusting naked body and get them brekafast in bed every day of their lives - to think you wanted to put your own needs second because all that mattered was their happines - why?

(I mean, I don’t want to be bleak: it doesn’t always end like this. You always ‘wake up’ at some point - I think scientists now say the ‘stupid’ phase lasts three to six months? - but sometimes waking up means that yeah, you can now see that her tattoos are kind of cheesy or his nose is not in the middle of his face or whatever, but their smile is still the cutest and yeah, you could actually spend your whole life with them.)

So I think Supernatural captured this part well - from Dean’s unwilling obsession with Amara to Heaven matching up people who never wanted to be together in the first place, their depiction of superntural creatures intervening in people’s feelings was mostly terrifying. The fact their Cupids were benign creatures, on the other hand - I have my reservations about that, because Love is anything but. And as for free will - as I said, I’m not sure how much free will has to do in our choice of partners anyway, and Heaven doesn’t routinely do this, does it? Apparently, it mostly makes sure some babies will be born, and if there’s ever a time to believe in a Greater Good, I guess this is it? because without the Winchesters, for instance, Lucifer and Michael would have had their Apocalpyse and the Earth would be a scorched wasteland, so. 

Of course, the ironic thing there is that Sam and Dean were supposed to submit to it - that was the whole purpose in creating them, so they’d become vessels and shut up - but things went quite differently. And that’s something else I like about Supernatural - like the Greek tragedies, it reminds us that yes, destiny does exist in some way, but it’d be foolish to believe we can control it, bend it to our will or even know how it will unfold. And the same, more or less, can be said about love.

anonymous asked:

Wally asking Barry and Iris on advice on how to get Linda to go out with him. I'd love it if Wally is shocked to hear Barry once dated Linda (Barry just doesn't seem to be the type Linda goes for) and Iris still be a little jealous.

“So this girl, she’s gorgeous, right? Beautiful hair, the prettiest smile, and not to be a poet, or anything,” Wally said, and Iris snorted a laugh, “but you could get lost in her eyes. And on top of all of that, she’s brash and funny and impulsive and I don’t know. At the same time she’s mature.”

Barry grinned at him. “Are you sure she’s even real, or is she just a figment of your imagination?”

“She definitely doesn’t sound real,” Iris said, and she smiled wide at Barry. They giggled at each other, and Wally rolled his eyes.

“First off, both of you are rude,” he said, pointing at Iris and then Barry. “And second, stop with all of the giggly cuteness, I did not come here for giggly cuteness. I came here for advice. This girl is beautiful. She’s wonderful. And I’m like 75 percent sure she’s into me.”

Iris wiggled her eyebrows. “Only 75 percent sure?”

He shrugged. “Sometimes my flirtation meter is way off. It’s not an exact science, Iris.” Wally grabbed a handful of chips from the bowl Barry had set out for himself; Barry glared at him.

“You could always eat a really spicy pepper in front of her,” Iris said ruefully. “I hear that really works, for some reason.”

“Yeah right,” Wally said, waving his hand in the air. He ate another handful of chips. “That’s pretty much the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.” He paused, and then looked at her. “Do you think it would work, like, for real? Or are you mocking me right now?”

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anonymous asked:

thank you for your fic 'words of love' it's so cute and sweet ^^ i just wanted to ask if you have any makoharu fic recommendations? thanks so much!!

aaahhhh thank you!! i’m glad you liked it (^///^)

here are my bookmarks on ao3, the ones with ♥ are recs

it’s rather disorganised OTL so i’ll just go through the list for some of my personal faves (that i remember) and put them here…

Catch a Falling Star by hoshruba (i was sobbing under my blankets at 3am while reading this)

Normalcy Be Damned by ThePursuit

sometimes i think the stupidest things by sparklecringe (actually please read all their works uwu)

The Palace That Rose From the Sands  by Anonymous_Ostrich (splash free!au fic, with rei/nagisa and rin/ai, plot heavy)

Whirlpool (in progress) by LeeIsDor (fantasy au fic)

Sketch by closet_fujoshi(chaotic_souljam) (do check out the rest of their works too!)

Monday, Tuesday, Everyday by dahliadenoire (really cute coffee shop au<3)

Seven Hours ‘til I Get To Come Back Home by dahliadenoire (it’s set in tokyo :^) 

Simple Recipe by myth720 (feat. stupid married couple+tachibana twins)

Birthday Blues by hisboywriter 

The Curious Feeling of Falling by fantasticmrlc

Featherlight by wartransmission (makoto being spoiled by haru is <3)

fool for you by fakeplasticlily (p sure scarf sharing between them is canon by now)

Too Much of a Good Thing by Crumbs88 (crack fic ^^)

1000 Kisses by uchiuchi

Treasure Chest by holy_wow

Had we but world enough, and time (in progress) by anditwasstinky(thewicked) (if you’re looking for a fluffy mer!au fic)

follow the ones who whisper your name in their sleep by Recluse (set in season 1)

Causality by Recluse

Three dates and a confession by TwistAndShout

No Reason or Rhyme by furiosity

Dead Reckoning by furiosity 

works by Shimegami

Raising Your Flag (a.k.a hot neighbour fic) hopefully it updates soon… 

and recent works by tothemoon (i love all of them, so…)

sorry if there’s nothing new TwT

Sometimes I...

Sometimes I feel happy,
Sometimes I don’t.
Sometimes I get depressed,
Sometimes I won’t.

Sometimes I want to cry,
Sometimes I am numb.
Sometimes I just want to stop,
Sometimes I think that’s dumb.

Sometimes I cut away the pain,
Sometimes I do it because I broke.
Sometimes I wonder where my heart went,
Sometimes I think it was a a victim from a choke.

Sometimes I feel absolutely nothing at all,
Sometimes I black out and do the stupidest thing.
Sometimes I scream out at the top of my lungs to nothing,
Sometimes I hear a song about you and I so I just sing and sing.

Sometimes I miss you,
Sometimes I wish we never met.
Sometimes I to hug you all day,
Sometimes I think we can never connect.

Sometimes I want to die,
Sometimes I wish I could.
Sometimes I think I can do it,
Sometimes I know I never would.

Misunderstandings | Jeon Wonwoo | Part 6/14

Pairing: Jeon Wonwoo X Reader

Summary: You thought he was a devil worshipper, he thought you were a stalker. Turns out, both of you were wrong.

Genre: fluff/angst/comedy

Word Count: 1,795

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Never Alone

“Sel? Are you in there?” Priscilla’s knuckles make contact with the bathroom door. I swallow my breath.

Another knock. Two, three. No answer. The fear is unspoken yet true. My eyes, blurred with tears, wander aimlessly the white grout of the ceramic floor tiles. It hurts.

I can feel the burning in my throat. Keeping my hand pressed against my chest painfully as if to keep it from caving in. Praying I’ll make it out alive.

I’m silent. Still. But screaming on the inside.

I didn’t know it would hurt this bad.

It hurts so fucking bad.

“Selena, open up babe. The Emblem 3 boys are on their last song.”

I can’t breathe anymore. Gasping for air, I choke on my tears feebly, “I’ll be out- out in a minute.”

“Open the door.” Priscilla’s voice has gone from sweet to demanding in an instant.

With all my strength, I gather myself up off the floor. My hands go to my dress, smoothing the wrinkles out of the black sheer material. Catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror, it broke me. You broke me.

But you make me feel crazy, you make me feel like it’s my fault.

My eye makeup runs down my face like paint, staining my raw cheeks. Switching the faucet on, I dampen a messy wad of toilet paper then begin to wipe away any evidence of pain.

The door handle jiggles. I can hear the 5 minute warning coming from the hallway. Frantic, last minute footsteps and backstage preparations. The chant of the crowd has gained in amplitude. Quickly I apply concealer and powder to my skin, covering my eyelashes with a fresh coat of waterproof mascara.

Smile.

As I finally open the door which leads to my dressing room, I leave the battles I’m fighting alone behind. Priscilla begins to form a sentence but bites her lip and shakes her head.

“There are a bunch of littles out there tonight,” she speaks softly as we walk out towards the stage, “I met a few earlier. They told me to tell you that they love you and that they can’t wait to see you make the stars dance.”

My smile goes from one forced to one of genuine happiness. A switch of mood, attitude, clicks just as usual. I have to be strong. For them.

“I’m nervous,” Justin muttered as I slid my laptop out the mesh side pocket of my overnight bag. It was nearly spilling clothes from the top as I planned to spend the weekend with him. Actually, a majority of the clothes I own used to occupy his closet. Well the guest one, but I had learned it was more convenient just to bring a few outfits with me instead of having to drive over every time I was missing a staple piece from my wardrobe at home.

Justin pulled me into his lap when I walked back towards him, computer in hand. For months now, he had been begging for me to let him watch a music video I shot when we weren’t necessarily in the greatest place relationship wise. The song was heartfelt but raw at the edges and so I hesitated whether or not it was something I wanted him to see; nevertheless release to the public. Especially at this point in time. We were finally back on track and I didn’t want those feelings of hurt and guilt to rise back to the surface.

“Promise me this won’t change things how they are between us now,” I pleaded, pressing my cheek against his shoulder. He nudged his forehead against mine and kissed my hairline softly.

“I promise baby. I’m just a curious little shit, you know that.” I giggled at his words.

“How do you always manage to talk your way into things?”

“It’s one of my many talents.” A cocky grin spread across his face. I didn’t hesitate to slap his chest at that.

“Hey! Be humble!”

His hands shot up in defense, “I was just kidding.” I looked at him with raised eyebrows causing a chuckle to slip past his gorgeous lips. I could kiss them all day if he’d let me.

“You’re such a pain in the ass,” I joked. Setting my laptop aside, I playfully wrapped my arm around Justin’s neck and put him into a headlock. He fell back onto the bed dramatically, escaping my grip and rolling us over so he was laying on top of me.

“Apologize,” he demanded, his eyes glowing in amusement. I shook my head in defiance with a little smirk.

“No.”

“Fine, no cuddles for the rest of the day.” He got off of me and placed himself back on the edge of the bed, pressing the power button on my computer.

“No fair!” I whined like a child, pouting my lower lip out and folding my arms across my chest. Justin turned his head to look at me and sighed. He’ll give into me. He always does.

“Nope, not gonna work.”

“No cuddles, no music video.” He rolled his eyes and huffed as if he didn’t want to snuggle as much as me.

“Okay, come here.” He gave up quickly, holding his arms open for me to crawl into. I hugged his body to my chest like a teddy bear while his arms wrapped around me like a blanket. This is home, I thought.

“Can I watch the video now?” He asked after a few moments. Nodding, I typed in my password and clicked through my files until I found the folder I was looking for. It took the video some time to load and suddenly the happy-go-lucky mood had lifted and been replaced with a serious one.

Justin squeezed my side as the video began to play. There was a short monologue before the actual song started and I could feel each word of it pierce his heart. His muscles had gone rigid beneath me.

A painstaking four minutes and thirty-five seconds later, it was over. I was anxious for a reaction but his face was blank. The only indicator of emotion being the tears that had welled up in his eyes.

Without speaking, he reached over me to place the laptop on the bedside table, shutting it off in the process.

I frowned, running my hand through his hair, “Please don’t cry.” I didn’t know what I expected from him but it was hard to know what exactly he was feeling when he didn’t communicate.

“Say something.”

“I- I don’t- I just- fuck.” He ran his hand over his face with a groan.

“You don’t like it?”

“No, no! It’s beautiful. It is. You’re so perfect,” he breathed, fiddling with his fingers, “I just- I didn’t know it was that bad for you. I mean I know that I hurt you… but not this much. You sound so heartbroken and vulnerable- it kills me to think that I caused that.”

“We both made mistakes Jay. It wasn’t just you.”

Justin wasn’t the only one who had made bad decisions this past year, two years even. I was searching for my identity whilst trying to please everyone around me, being that role model to the girls who look up to me, and I can’t say I’ve been even close to perfect.

“I never want you to feel like that again. I never want you to feel alone.” He brushed my hair back behind my ear, caressing my cheek with an intense gaze, “I’m going to do anything that I can to show you my love. I love you more than anything in this fucking world and it’s about time I start proving it. You are so precious baby girl.”

“I love you so much,” I managed to get the words out before our lips locked. I didn’t pull away until my lungs ached for oxygen then rested my head against his firm chest, listening to his heartbeat.

“So, who was that guy anyway?” he rasped.

I teased him, “What, you jealous?”

All the scenes I shot with Shiloh were based on true moments with Justin. Making out in the driver’s seat of his car in the parking lot of the grocery store at midnight. Kissing on the countertop in my kitchen after making waffles that burnt. Even the outfits selected, resembled what Justin was wearing in each memory. Obviously he had picked up on those little details.

“Of course I am! You should’ve asked me to be the video guy! I would’ve fit the role perfectly.”

I laughed, “You do realize I was mad at you when I shot the video, right?”

“I know but still.” He pulled me impossibly closer, smothering me in warmth, “you’re my girl. Nobody gets to touch you like I do.”

It’s crazy to me how a year ago, my heart was literally shredded to pieces. I spent so many tears on the stupidest little things. Fights. He had the ability to shatter my confidence with the simplest of words and now, twelve months later my heart is melting at them and I’m more in love than thought possible.

If I had listened to what I knew instead of what I felt, we wouldn’t be here right now. Together. The future that we hold is so unclear but the heart wants what it wants. And sometimes, you have to leap, even with the fear of falling because what if you fly?

Thank You, H2O Delirious

The way Delirious owns it and embraces it when he mispronounces words makes me feel better about when I do it all the time. The way he also does this with his stutter makes me more confident about mine. I tend to laugh hysterically at the stupidest shit that probably doesn’t deserve that amount of laugh and I was always kind of worried that people would say something about that, so sometimes I would be afraid to laugh at all. But Delirious just lets it all go and I’m learning to do that too. He puts himself out there despite these little things that I used to be self-conscious about.

Overall Delirious has helped me get over the little quirks I was afraid to show.

He Got Married: Part I

TITLE: He Got Married: Part I, Part II, Part III (smut)
AUTHOR: BieupBiased
SUMMARY: Jackson has been casted for We Got Married and his gf is having trouble with the news
MEMBERS: Jackson x Reader
TYPE: Angst/fluff

PART I

It’s 4 am and your phone is buzzing.

It’s your boyfriend, Jackson.

“Hi, baby” you say softly into the receiver.

“Hi, kitten. I’m sorry to wake you up. I wanted to hear your voice.”

You sit up and try to wake up so you won’t fall asleep on the call.

“How was your day? Are you working hard?”

He hesitates to answer, which is weird, because he’s never had a problem with saying what’s on his mind.

“Yeah, a lot of practice and meetings. I miss you so much, kitten. i wish I was there with you.”

“I miss you too, Jackson….Is everything okay?” You open your eyes fully now, you know something is wrong.

“Kitten, they want me to go on We Got Married.”

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asschan  asked:

do you have any makoharu fic recs? :)

YES… ive read so many fic but i just looked thru my bkmks and only found a handful but they r lke.. my fave…

Home Port - Shimegami

Catch A Falling Star - hoshroba

and i found it there (in your heart) - byuldeureul

The Waiting Years - usagi-mono

Remembering to Breathe - usagi-mono

It Goes Without Saying - usagi-mono

Holding His Breath - AoiGensou

Sleep Habits - MyCurrentObsession

the care & feeding of small marine animals - Donatello

sometimes i think the stupidest things - sparklecringe

Frenzied - Thesis

how i handle business - sparklecringe (sparklecringe is so good at porn OMhfhsdhgk)

Action! - caffinekitty (im desperate for update LOL T_T)

THESE R A FEW.. plz also rec me good mh fics ^O^ 

Sometimes people ask me the stupidest questions.

Like no, I can’t read minds, nor can I move things with my mind, I don’t think you learn anything about real psychics from watching The Long Island Medium, and for the love of God, I do not worship Satan!