sometimes i get bored and this happens

kibumie-lover  asked:

Hi! Can I request a Headcannon of how the RFA (+ V and Unknown) will react to the fact that MC was on vacaction there (Korea, I think is everything happens) when all happen and now they have to return to their country because they're a student and the semester is about to start? You're awosme!

(there have been some pretty similar scenarios, but this one is certain MC will go back, so it’s a bit different from the rest!)

Yoosung

  • he’s so distressed
  • on one hand, he’s absolutely terrified of long distance relationships
  • mostly because he’s super affectionate and sometimes even clingy
  • and he’s scared MC will get bored of him 
  • but on the other hand he understands the importance of going back
  • the thought of him holding back MC is
  • horrible
  • he knows how hard it is to get into Uni, and how hard it is to keep up with it
  • he is mortified but he encourages MC to go
  • he doesn’t end up being as bad in long distance relationships?
  • he constantly misses MC, misses them a lot- he wants to hug! he wants to see them in real life!
  • but he knows that it’s for the best that they’re in America
  • he saves up so he can go to America on his break

Jaehee

  • it’s a bit like a blow to the stomach:
  • at first it hurts terribly
    • she’s shocked, and almost hurt- she feels like she might crumble down
    • she built so much with MC, a friendship that evolved to a relationship that is the happiest thing that has happened to her
    • and now they have to leave 
    • it hurts, it makes her cry a bit, and it doesn’t feel good
  • then, she has to lay down and rest for a bit
    • so alright, MC has to go, she needs to accept that
    • no roundabouts, no exeptions
    • the more she thinks about it, it starts hurting a bit less
    • with how close she and MC are… this will surely… not be so bad, right?
  • and afte a while, she stands up again
    • MC is leaving. okay, she’ll have to find a way to spend as much time as possible with them
    • make the most of their time in Korea, and make sure they understand she’ll love them even overseas
  • she absolutely destroys the idea of MC dropping out for her
  • she’s not worth leaving Uni for- she wants MC to pursue their dreams and if they need university for that, she’d hate to think of them dropping out over a relationship
  • timezones aren’t a problem for her- she hardly sleeps anyways (thanks jumin) so she can simply call when it’s a reasonable hour for MC, even if it’s horribly late in Korea

Zen

  • if Yoosung is cuddly, this man is just a thousand times that
  • at first the idea of not being able to just… see MC in person is heartbreaking
  • he doesn’t let that make MC worry for their relationship, though
  • he hasn’t done long-distance dating before, leave alone overseas long-distance relationships
  • but hey, video calls exist, right? he can always call MC and see their face, and they can see his face too
  • it’ll be like being there in person, right?
  • at first it’s though on him, because this is certainly not the relationship he’d dreamed of
  • but 
  • it’s certainly not bad at all!
  • it’s just different
  • whenever the media says he’s single he wants to physically fight the human representation of media sources
  • no!!! his lover is abroad asshats!!! you’re lucky MC can’t see this in american television and feel bad because if not you’d be catching THESE HANDS!!

Jumin

  • this is not as planned, this is not as planned, this is Not As Planned
  • a lot of wine that evening
  • seriously, a lot of wine
  • he has a lot of money- but not even he can make an entire University just
  • move to korea
  • and that’s the worst part
  • he can’t do anything about it
  • he, Jumin Han, who thought there’d be nothing too hard- that he could fix the troubles with his skills or his money, can’t do anything about this
  • for a moment, an unnerving thought may cross his mind- if MC stayed in his penthouse-
  • no, no, he’d never to that, he’d never, forget about that, it’s not correct, forget about it
  • Jumin isn’t the most used to video calling apart from video conferences- but thanks to MC, he learns how to call them and how to take their calls
  • he worries about the stress this will put on Elizabeth 3rd, because that cat loves MC as much as she loves Jumin- will it hurt Elizabeth as much as it will hurt him to not have MC around?
  • since he can’t buy MC things in person, he asks MC to make an amazon wishlist or something similar where he tends to buy a lot of stuff for MC when he feels down and wants to make them smile

707

  • that feel when you fall in love, deny it, push them away, end up accepting them and it ends up they have to leave the country for university
  • …haha
  • that’s… not very relatable, huh
  • he wants to say he’s ok
  • god he wants to act like this is no big deal
  • but can he? after he decided to finally openly love MC, to leave his past work behind…
  • can he?
  • MC’s love will be with him and he’ll love MC, even if oceans separate them- of that he’s sure
  • but will it seriously be ok?
  • how can he know MC is safe if they’re on another country?
  • can he even rest knowing MC might be in danger, even if just slightly?
  • he almost shuts himself off from the world with these thoughts in mind
  • he has to stop himself from doing that
  • it really takes a while before he can fully accept it
  • nothing is stopping him from hacking the college’s security cameras to check up on MC

Unknown

  • bad bad bad BAD BAD 
  • he thought he was over it
  • but just
  • MC overseas
  • far
  • far away
  • leaving him behind
  • how is he even supposed to do this?
  • MC says these things- they’ll still be dating! still together! please bear with this for a bit… we can talk everyday!
  • it’s all just white noise
  • it means nothing
  • behind, he’s being left behind, again-
  • the stress is almost too much
  • it’s almost impossible for him to come to terms with it
  • but he tries his best- if this is the only way to go forward, he wants to try
  • phonecalls, messages and videocalls are multiple times per day
  • he needs to talk to MC, to make sure they’re still here, that they haven’t left him, that they love him

V

  • as a more traditional romantic, it seems like it would be an inconvenience
  • but this man would be willing to walk into hell for MC
  • it’s a bit sad to think he won’t be able to take pictures of MC as they wake up in the morning, or take them out on dates
  • and it’s also saddening to him that he’ll only hear their voice distorted through the phone for a time now
  • but it’s not the worst
  • he’s been through worse before
  • he tries to focus on the time lying ahead on the future instead of what will happen after MC leaves
  • he starts planning for MC’s next vacation, telling them all his plans and the photos he plans on taking, about how he’ll take them to their favourite restaurant 
  • he feels like the house is empty, without the sound of MC’s casual activities present, but he never mentions it out of fear that it’d make MC feel guilty for leaving

Fun fact: before knowing Kageyama’s name I called him potato head.

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I haven’t done a redbubble update in a while, so this is some of the new stuff. 

Also, some other things: 

There’s a buckykingofmemes twitter now, which is here, and it updates exactly the same stuff as this blog does, but without the tags. 

Would you guys be interested in me archiving some of the asks/answers and storytimes in AO3? I can set up a series or a multichapter fic to do that, if you’d like me to. 

A couple anon questions:

(For mod Hel) where do you find all the time to answer these? XD (thank you BTW): Bucky might be the king of memes, but I’m the king of procrastination. Most of the art gets drawn while I’m in class, which is why it’s kinda eh sometimes: no references. The posts happen whenever, and usually I answer asks when I’m bored, and I totally don’t get to all of them. I get like 10+ asks a day. And right now I’m supposed to be studying for the Torts midterm I have on friday, but you can all see how well that’s going. 

Hey, mod - Mind if I use the Howling Commandos story in a fic, if I give you credit for it? You are more than welcome to do so with any of this blog content, but please link back to me, and I love when people send me links to their work, just because I love to check it out! 

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To the rest of you lovely people who have been sending me holiday greetings, thanks! There’s too many of you to respond to individually, but I do read and appreciate it a ton. You’re what makes doing this nonsense fun!

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JO’S JOURNAL:  THE TRAIN RIDE HOME

(mem. read photo captions for effect.)

Friday, March 17th (late, late evening)

Dear Mr. Joker (& those that apply),

On the train and heading back to the hideout.  Took selfies because I was bored and needed to get my mind off of Batman for a while.  Even though he’s an absolute jerk sometimes, I’m still looking forward to tomorrow’s gig.  My girl buddy just texted me and told me that she made ice cream floats for the two of us to share!  Woohoo!  I told her about what happened today and she said that she knows I’ll do great tomorrow.  She sure knows how to keep me from feeling blue.  x^) 

This sentence has five words. Here are five more words. Five-word sentences are fine. But several together become monotonous. Listen to what is happening. The writing is getting boring. The sound of it drones. It’s like a stuck record. The ear demands some variety. Now listen. I vary the sentence length, and I create music. Music. The writing sings. It has a pleasant rhythm, a lilt, a harmony. I use short sentences. And I use sentences of medium length. And sometimes, when I am certain the reader is rested, I will engage him with a sentence of considerable length, a sentence that burns with energy and builds with all the impetus of a crescendo, the roll of the drums, the crash of the cymbals - sounds that say listen to this, it is important.
—  Gary Provost
Alex Karev Imagine

Alex Karev Imagine
1199 Words
Suggestions: Alex and the Reader are friends with benefits, who both want something more. She gets into the plane crash and Alex confesses to her when he sees her in the hospital.
Requested By:
Anonymous

Originally posted by fuckyeahalexjo

You rolled your eyes, leaning on your hand as you flipped through a magazine. It was exciting, yet boring, to be a 5th Year Resident. It felt awkward too. Your best friend, who just happens to be your go-to sex buddy, is one too, so sometimes, you’ll both be caught in the O.R., since you both want to get into the same specialty. God, you didn’t know what to feel around him except for love really. You wanted more, but hey, he probably just wants the sex.

“(Y/n), are you on your break,” Arizona walked over to you.

“Yeah, I am, but if you need something, I’m all ears,” You looked up at her.

“You’re going on the trip to Boise for the patient, right?”

“Yes, I am. Why?”

“I’m coming along too.”

“Does Alex know?”

His name rolled of your tongue perfectly. It was like you said his name all the time, every day, in the same tone.

“He’s… not going. He’s going to Hopkins.”

You felt your heart drop. Your blank expression almost made you look like you saw a ghost. You nodded.

“Okay, He didn’t tell me that.”

“Are you going to Hopkins too?”

“No.”

“Why not? It has the best Peds Program in the country.”

“It’s not really for me. I’m staying.”

“Good, good, we need more great Peds surgeons.”

You nodded again, looking back down at your magazine. You checked the time on your phone. You stood.

“Ah, sorry, I have that surgery in 20 minutes. I’ll be heading down to the O.R.”

You took your magazine and walked down there.

“(Y/n)!”

You turned your head to see Alex jog up to you.

“Do you have a second,” He asked you.

“No, sorry, I have surgery… now in 17 minutes. I gotta go.”

You turned your head and walked up to the elevators, then stepped in.

“Good luck at Hopkins,” You called to him as the elevators closed.

You pull out your scrub cap from your pocket and put it on, after braiding your hair of course. The elevator doors open to see a tired Alex leaning against the wall. You stepped out.

“What the hell? Did you just run a few floors,” You asked him.

“Yeah.”

“Why?! Jesus, if you wanted to talk, just meet me outside of the O.R. when I’m finished.”

“(Y/n)-.”

“Alex, I appreciate you not telling me about Hopkins, I really do. I mean, you took the opportunity. Now, here you are, going to be gone… So… No need to tell me anything else. I’m good. It’s your choice.”

You shrugged, heading into the scrubbing room.

After surgery, Alex met up with you again, this time it wasn’t about Hopkins.

“We seriously need to talk (Y/n).”

“I have a plane to catch with Dr. Robbins and the others. Why don’t you say what’s on your mind now?”

He opened his mouth, but then closed it. You grabbed your suitcase from the Resident changing rooms and looked at him.

“Good Luck in Boise.”

You nodded your head.

“Thanks.”

Your heart dropped again. You thought he was going to say something different.

You sat next to Arizona on the plane, frowning as you stared out the window.

“So, how are you and Alex,” She started to ask you.

You shrugged.

“I don’t know. Friends with benefits already, but I want something more. I thought he was going to tell me something more, but he just said ‘Good Luck in Boise’. Who the hell says that,” You muttered.

“Maybe he cares.”

You felt back of the plane jerk back and look.

“Oh crap,” You whispered, seeing it completely gone.

You were ripped out of your seat and shut your eyes, not feeling the rest.

You woke up to see the sun shining on your face. You sat up, your head pounding. You rubbed your face, only to feel something wet. You opened your eyes and screamed at the top of your lungs. Your left hand was fractured in many different places, and it was bloody too.

“Oh god, goddamnit,” You breathed.

You looked around, seeing metal scattered around you. You tore of part of your pants leg and wrapped it around your hand to keep it from getting infected. You got up, wobbling a bit.

“Hello,” You called.

You didn’t get a response. You started going in a direction, not looking back. You placed your right hand on a tree to balance yourself. Your breathing was heavy, which wasn’t really normal. You pulled up your shirt to look and saw your hip was bloody too.

“Great, just my luck.”

You continued walking, just until you heard a scream, and then a ‘shut up’ followed it. You followed the voice, seeing part of the plane. You collapsed next to it, only struggling to get up.

“HELLO,” You yelled again.

“(Y/N),” A panicked voice asked.

“I’m here!”

You got up again, tripping over a log and landing on the ground. You groaned, turning over on your back.

“Where is everybody,” You asked.

Cristina ran over and helped you sit up.

“Uh… Lexie’s dead.”

You blinked twice.

“No,” You whispered.

“Mark’s next to her body, and Meredith’s looking for Derek.”

You nodded, looking down.

“Are you okay?”

“My hand’s broken.”

You held up your wrapped-up hand in front of her.

“Dr. Robbins?!”

“I’m here! I’m here.”

You nodded.

Late at night, everyone’s condition started to worsen. Derek’s hand was broken. Mark’s breathing was getting worse. Arizona’s leg was more infected than ever. It was cold too. You leaned against a rock next to the fire. You breathed heavily, shutting your eyes. The cold was getting to you.

After a week of starving in the wilderness, you woke up in a hospital. You sat up a bit, wincing in pain. You checked your hand and saw it was completely wrapped up. You saw Meredith walking through the hall.

“Meredith!”

She jumped up and looked at you.

“(Y/n)?”

“Where are we?”

“A hospital. Why?”

“Where is everyone?”

“That’s what I’m trying to find out.”

“Okay.”

You nodded.

“Have you seen Derek?”

“No.”

“Okay.”

She walked off with her IV. You sat there before hearing a rush of footsteps run in. You turned, only to get hugged tightly. You blinked twice.

“Oh, thank god.”

You softened.

“Alex,” You whispered, placing your head on his shoulder.

He held your head in his hands and kissed you repeatedly. You scrunched up your face a bit. He planted a kiss on your lips.

“You okay,” You whimpered, placing your good hand on his back.

“My heart almost stopped. I thought something happened to you and I wasn’t prepared to face it. Then I saw Mer and she told me you were fine, just a scarred hip and a broken hand.”

You nodded. He kissed your cheek.

“Yeah, I broke my hand.”

“You’re okay. You’re okay. Oh god, you’re okay,” He whispered.

“Are you okay?”

He nodded.

“I love you. I love you, and I wouldn’t know what to do without you. I want to hold you so you won’t get hurt or leave my side. Promise me you won’t leave my side.”

You smiled.

“I love you too, and I promise.”

You Know This Happened

Just so we’re all on the same page here: Anakin Skywalker 1000% watches soap operas. We already know what a shipping fangirl he is overall so you know he’s into soaps or some kind of serial drama. Maybe he used to watch them with his mom or something and it became a habit. 

He binge-watches them on Galactic Netflix at Padme’s when she’s gone during the day. Obi-Wan learns this and mocks him for it (he’s totally an “I don’t own a TV” guy) but then gets totally sucked in to one of Anakin’s shows and then one day Padme comes home early and the two of them are sitting on her couch, crying about some episode they just watched during a full-season binge viewing, and she’s like “what in the world happened to you two?” 

Anakin’s looking up spoilers for the next installment on his phone while covering his mouth in shock at what he’s reading, and Obi-Wan’s ranting about how he can’t believe that the writers killed ANOTHER person that one of the heroes loves since he’s trying to watch this stupid show to ESCAPE from reality, damn it. Both of them are trying to claim only the other one is crying. 

Amortentia (Draco x Reader)

The reader smells Draco’s hair in the amortentia and he’s start flirting with her..

Words: ~ 2000

Originally posted by draco-malfoys-wife

Potion was your last class before lunch. You were sleepy and hungry, and Snape’s monotone voice didn’t help you much.

„Now turn page 64. You’ll find the recipe of the amortentia. Try not to mess up completely.”

As usual, you’ve done most of the work. You were one of the best students of the year, and potions was your favourite. Draco was a smartass too, but sometimes he just doesn’t care about such unimportant things like making a potion right. The amortentia was almost done when your partner returned to the table.

„Oh, are you here? I almost forgot that I actually have a partner in this class. What’s happened? Your girls started to get boring?”

„Never, Y/L/N. Have you seen Daphne’s skirt today? A bit too short. I bet it’s just because of me.” – he smirked.

„Of course, Draco, you’re a center of every girl’s world.” – you added sarcastically before called Snape to look at your work.

„It’s already done?” – Draco asked in surprise.

„Yes, no thanks to you.” – you said a bit angrily. You really liked him, he was your best friend, but sometimes he was really get on your nerves.

„10 point to Slytherin!” – Snape added after he examined your potion. You smiled proudly while the other slytherins cheers for you.

„That’s my girl!” – Draco started. „So, what are you smelling?”

You didn’t even need to lean over to the cauldron. The smells were so intense and addictive you didn’t want to stop breathing. You were lost in them. For a few moments that seems like hours you forgot where you were until you heard Malfoy’s voice in the distance.

„Y/N! Are you still with me?”

„Yeah, yes, sooo.. it’s like old books. And kittens, and green apple, and…” – you stopped there because you realized you’ve said more than enough already. Green apple, what the hell.

„And?”

„Pumpkin pie!” – and of course it wasn’t pumpkin pie. You couldn’t miss the last scent because it was the most intense from all of it. You couldn’t miss it because you’ve smelled that like a thousand times when you hugged him or when you felt asleep on his shoulder at the common room’s couch. Merlin’s beard, you smelled Draco’s hair in that bloody amortetnia! You knew that you had a crush on him for a while now but you haven’t realized that it’s so strong. Well, until now.

Of course you didn’t tell him, but before you could calm yourself down, that usual big smirk appeared on his face:

„Green apple, is it?”

„Yes, green apple. You know I love fruits.” – you explained like this is the most natural thing in the world.

„Especially when I eat that fruit, isn’t it true, darling? No need to hide your feelings anymore!” – he said it with so much confidence you could slap him right in the face.

„Are you done? And by the way, you’re very welcome. I know it was very kind of me to make all the work instead of you. Again.” It was never easy to make you blush, but in that moment you were need all of your energy to not to come apart.

„Don’t switch the topic, love. But I didn’t blame you, I can also smell myself in the cauldron.”

You rolled your eyes on him. After the class you went to lunch, and you hoped he’ll forget about the green apple-thing, but why he’d do such thing. He’s Draco Malfoy.

In the following days Draco didn’t want to stop teasing you. He was constantly making comments about how you fell in love with him, even if he was really just kidding. He also started to compliment you in a pretty dirty way, like „I bet you look beautiful when you have an orgasm”, or „Please wear a longer skirt or I’ll lose my self control”. You were getting angrier every day because he made you weak and very fustrated. Not to mention you secretly enjoyed it.

You went to study in the library with Hermione. Even if you were a slytherin, you made friends with people from other houses too. Your housemates doesn’t really approve this sometimes, but they didn’t dare to mess with you. You were kind, but you can also handle yourself well.

„Ronald, would you please shut up? Madam Pince will throw all of us out and despite of you, we’ll actually want to pass our next exam.” – Hermione threw knives with her eyes to Ron and Harry.

„Oh come on girls. Why the bloody hell do you two study so much for that, you’ll pass anyway.”

„Apperantly not, if you doesn’t leave us alone.”

You could hardly concentrate because your thoughts were far away, in the dungeons, with a certain blond haired boy. Ron grasped your arm and shaked you a bit to wake you up from your daydream when you heard your only one Slytherin Prince’s voice.

„Take your hand off my girl, Weasley!”

The trios reaction was hilarious to that comment. Hermione’s eyes widened open, Harry looked confused and Ron disgusted… a bit.

„I’m not your girl, Draco, now please go back to your whores and don’t interrupt our study session.” – you commented while Draco take a seat next to you, smirk on his face.

„Oh don’t be so jelaous, love, you know you can be the only one in my bed.”

Hermione’s eyes widened open even more if it was possible. Seriously, he can’t stop.

„I think she didn’t want you here, Malfoy.”

„Nobody asked you, Potter.” Harry was about to say something, but you cut him off. With closed eyes, you sighed:

„Please, Draco, shut up and get out of here before I’ll hex you. I’m not kidding!”

Draco smirked again. „Oh, I know you don’t you little nasty thing.” He stood up and take out something from his robe pocket.

„Here, you’ll need energy for studying and all those things that’ll come later tonight.” He placed a green apple in front of you before he winked at you and left the library.

The other were still speechless when you suggested:

„Okay, shall we continue?”

„Sure, Y/N! But first, please can you tell us why the bloody hell Malfoy calls you his girl?!” – Ron asked with a confused look, and Hermione and Harry was curious indeed. They hated Draco and Draco hated them, you wasn’t sure that you should tell them about what’s going on, but you also saw that this whole thing won’t end up easily. You sighed and started.

„Last week on potions… when we had to make amortentia, maybe I smelled green apple in it.” They still looked confused so you continued. „So who’s eating green apple almost everyday?”

„OH GODRICK!” – Hermione yelled. – „You have a crush on Malfoy?”

„Shhh!” – you started, but it was too late; the librarian already rushed over to you.

„Get out of my library! NOW! All of you before I’ll hex you all!”

Madam Pince looked like she can really hex you within a few moments, so you packed your things and run out from the library.

„I can’t believe you fancies him. This is insane!”

„Why him? I mean.. Why?” – Ron was shocked too. All of them looked at you like you’re out of your mind, so you decided it’s better if you go back to your dorm room. You were really need some alone-time.

You stepped into the Slytherin common room. You headed straight to your dorm, when you heard Draco’s voice again from one of the couch.

„Well if it isn’t my favourite potions partner! I knew you’ll miss me.”

You didn’t even look at him, you started to run to your room, slammed the door, fell in your bed and started to cry. You didn’t even know why. Too much stress, too much tension. Now Draco knows you love him, and he treat the situation like it’s a bloody joke. You were exhausted from keep your secret, exhausted from not to tell him how you really love him, exhausted from no to touch him. It was just too much to handle right now, and you let the stress flown out from your eyes.

The next day you overslept. You were late from Charm, and when you’ve arrived Pansy already took a seat next to Draco. You really didn’t mind it now, you wasn’t in the mood to listening the boy dirty comments. You sat next to Blaise, opened your book in a hope that you can choke your thoughts in your studies. After a few moments, Blaise whispered to you.

„Why are you cried last night?”

„I-I wasn’t cry” – you stammered and covered your eyes a bit, maybe it was red and puffy.

„Come on Y/N… Pansy told us.”

Us?” – now you were frightened.

„Let’s just say half of the Slytherin house knows that you cried out loud like a baby in your bed half of the night. – Blaise said with a smile. – „But seriously. what’ wrong?”

„Nothing, Blaise, I just overstressed.” You must be sound convincing (you didn’t even lie so big), because Blaise stopped asking questions. But damn, Pansy! Why she always have to tell everything to everyone? And you didn’t even cry out loud, maybe just sob a bit louder than you should.

When the class was over, you rushed out. You didn’t need people asking you what’s wrong and why you cried. You were halfway to the girl’s bathroom when you heard Draco’s voice. Oh Godric, why now.

„Hey Y/N! Can you slow down?”

You stopped, but when he reached you he grasped your arm and led you to a quieter place.

„What is it, Draco, why you brought me here?”

His hand was still on your arm – he was very close to you which make you blushed a little. „I heard that you cried last night.” – of course he did, thank you Pansy. There was no smirk on his face this time; his voice was gentle and his face was like he’s actually worrying. „What’s wrong? Somebody hurt you? If it was Weasley yesterday, I swear I’ll kill him.”

„Draco, calm down, I’m fine! And anyway, Ron couldn’t hurt a fly.”

„Than why did you cried?” He moved his hands from your upper arm to your face, gently stroked it with his thumb, made your cheeks red as hell now. You felt your head is getting hotter under his cold hands. You never felt this nervous around him or anyone else so you completely lost the control.

„I seriously smelled green apple in the amortentia.” – you started.

„Okay, I know, you love apples and not me, I get it. Sorry if I was out of the line…” – he apoligized while pulled away a little.

„Yes, well, the last scent wasn’t pumpkin pie, it was your hair.” your voice was a whisper, like you hoped he won’t hear.

Silence. He examined your shining eyes and your blushed cheecks very slowly with his icy blue eyes.

„Say something, will you? I embarassed myself enough for today, so…”

„I knew you love me, Y/L/N!” – he said with that smirk again. Here we are.

You started getting angry insted of nervous, but before you could shout at him why he joking on this, he wrapped his arms around waist, pulled you closer and kissed you gently. To your surprise he was slow. His lips was soft, and you felt that his cold skin getting warmer too. Your hands was on his chest, your knees were weak from your shaking legs.

He stopped, but not really pulled away from you; your lips almost still touching.

„What’s wrong, darling? You’re shaking  like I kissed some other parts of your body.” – he teased while he looked down on your body.

„Shut up.” – you commanded with a smile before kissed him hard, but after a few seconds he pulled away again.

„I also smelled your hair.”

„REALLY?” – you yelled from surprise and happiness.

„Stop shouting love, yes, I smelled you. And I couldn’t really handle this, that’s why I behave like this lately.”

„You are such a git.” – you rolled your eyes but also smiled.

He took your hand while you walked to the next class. You were not just relieved but also incredibly happy.

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This was my first, hope you’ll like it! 

(After the unexpected popularity of my purple-haired Holtz fanart, I decided to do a follow up!) 

Sometimes when Holtz is bored she’ll spontaneously dye her hair a new colour, but its never planned or on a regular basis. No one knows when it’ll happen until she casually strolls into HQ, almost forgetting that she’s done it, trying to figure out why everyone’s staring. Coincidentally, its also during these particular mornings that Erin can’t seem to get any work done.

Jillian Holtzmann © Sony, Paul Feig
Art © Aiyana-Kopa

The thing most people don’t understand is that anxiety doesn’t always come from the big things it doesn’t have to be an exam or standing on a stage facing a huge crowd. It’s the little things. If someone doesn’t call me back I instantly get anxious that I met have said something stupid or something that pissed them off. It’s sometimes even stupider like not texting me back or accidentally brushing me aside in a conversation. It might not be intentional but what happens is I start processing it as you being bored of me, or sick of me. That’s when it really gets bad. Because after that I start getting sucked down into the abyss and I just can’t think anymore. I can’t breathe. I can’t speak. I can’t do anything. Because I believe I fucked it up badly. And then it starts eating at me slowly and building up until I just can’t take it anymore. Then I crack.

anonymous asked:

did you see the tweets about antis threatening to harm jimin?! that's so scary spread #protectjimin hashtag please :(

Guys.. I understand that your hearts are in the right place, but nothing is going to happen. Think of this “situation” clearly. This happens all the time, sometimes we just don’t see these threatening posts because no one boosts them up. They just get left in the dark like it should be.

These are measly 12 year olds who are bored with their lives and want to fuck around with those who are having fun. This is what they want to happen. They want their ridiculous tweets to be boosted so the whole fandom can start a panic over nothing, then POWERHOUSE or BIGHIT will notice all the commotion and cancel the concert. THIS IS WHAT THEY WANT! These little brats who weren’t taught respect or manners just want to make everyone else miserable.

And the hashtag, again, I get it, but I don’t agree with it. Imagine if Jimin or BIGHIT or POWERHOUSE saw it. They’d be in complete shock, “omg what’s happening to Jimin???” All they’re going to look for is the threat and not look deep into it. They’ll just cancel the whole concert because death threats are never taken lightly over here. They won’t care that it’s just a fluke, or bother searching if the person who posted it is currently in the US.

In my opinion, just leave it in the dark. The more you feed these type of people attention, they’re going to be happy. If you ignore them, no one will give a shit. They’ll stop eventually. These type of people just do this for their own sick entertainment.

Cancer Sun & Sagittarius Moon

I try to hide my feelings, but I am really over sentimental. I always try my best to help others & sometimes i feel very bad for not doing it just to appear not so caring, over worried and “cooler” (what happens very often). My love for others knows no bounds, and sometimes, it is even too much to handle, and it gets me into trouble. However, I love places even more than I love people. I crave adventure constantly, and get bored easily. I require nature and new places every few months, and I’m constantly ridden with wanderlust. Very maternal, I will do nearly anyone for my loved ones (I adore gifting, cooking, and caring for others when sick/hurt), but only if they treat me well. I’m quick to run if I feel like I am in a dangerous or negative situation. [Info on sun and moon signs]

two things of note:

1) the writing for aradia’s pov is wistful, slower, and just feels like it’s full of numbness. hussie uses mostly short, simple sentences to create a very nice detached tone for her, which makes me all the more unsettled. i dunno if any of yall have seen the poem (?)  “This Sentence Has Five Words”. i’ll put the quote here:

This sentence has five words. Here are five more words. Five-word sentences are fine. But several together become monotonous. Listen to what is happening. The writing is getting boring. The sound of it drones. It’s like a stuck record. The ear demands some variety. 

Now listen. I vary the sentence length, and I create music. Music. The writing sings. It has a pleasant rhythm, a lilt, a harmony. I use short sentences. And I use sentences of medium length.

And sometimes, when I am certain the reader is rested, I will engage him with a sentence of considerable length, a sentence that burns with energy and builds with all the impetus of a crescendo, the roll of the drums, the crash of the cymbals–sounds that say listen to this, it is important.

now, the quote in question is about how varying sentence length creates a more dynamic narrative voice and flow and rhythm, which is necessary for creating an interesting story. however, the problem is in only exclusively using short sentences, and especially in using them in uninteresting ways. “I went to the store.” “She takes piano lessons.” “The bird can fly.”

it’s effect is detached and monotonous. And this often leads to boring, irritating prose.

However, there are no real rules to art. Only ways that often work, and ways to use the not-working parts to your advantage.

hussie constructs aradia’s portions with short sentences, creating a beautiful detached monotony. it’s not 100% monotonous tho; he uses simple clauses to keep it from getting annoying, but they’re most often still very simple sentences.

he also tends to limit his word choices, so that further repetition of “She” as the subject stands out more. And yet, because it stands out as repetitive, since it’s surrounded by other monotony, it also just fades into the dull sentences.

it’s good writing

I get annoyed so quickly, this guy is so…boring sometimes. He’ll ask me what I’m doing, my plans for the day, etc and then ask me the SAME THING 2 hours later like I didn’t just text it to him! I get that happening a few times but like every day or every other day? When the messages are right there if you scroll up?? It grinds my gears. 

At some point, I let him know that my plans usually don’t change that suddenly soooooo I’m more than likely on course for whatever I initially planned and yet…here we are again. I feel like we’re also having the same conversations about practically everything and his reading comprehension skills are super low. 

One day, I’ll meet a guy that remembers at least like 12% of the stuff I say. 

“Primer” (Hyungwon Fluff)

Originally posted by wonhontology

Title: Primer

Featuring: Hyungwon (monsta x) x Reader

POV: First person

Rating: PG

Summary: As Hyungwon’s make-up artist, getting to be close to him every day is good enough, until he has other plans.

Requested by anon!


When I finished school, I imagined quite the future for myself. My sights were set on theater, elaborate stage make-up and prosthetics every night, getting to channel my crazy inner-visions to the face of an actor.  It would be the dream.

That’s not quite what happened.

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CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT SURVEY

1. If it’s 1am and you’re still awake and wanting to talk to someone, who do you call and what do you talk about?

I’d probably call Ian, mostly because I’d know for sure that I wouldn’t disturb him. He’s one of the people I know would be awake because that man is absolutely insane and apparently doesn’t require a regular sleeping schedule. If I’d catch him, which doesn’t always happen because he might be out with friends, we usually just talk about our day or about why I’m still up because let’s be real here…I’m boring. I like my sleep. So I tend to go to bed around 1 am, maybe 2 if I’m feeling frisky and I get way too lazy to talk around that time so something would most likely be up or I’d just be missing him.

2. Are you the big spoon or the little spoon?

It really depends on the situation. Sometimes you wanna be held, sometimes you wanna hold someone, you know? So I really have no preference. It’s just something that comes with the mood or with what’s more convenient. I’m happy being both.

3. If you could only listen to one band/artist for the rest of your life, who would it be?

Oh shit - that one’s just mean because so many come to mind. I love all those classic 80′s rock bands but even there I couldn’t just choose one and I feel like I’d get tired of them either way if I had to listen to them for the rest of my life. I’ve always loved Led Zeppelin, maybe Queen - those are the most timeless bands that I could think of just now.

4. What kind of drunk are you?

I’m an awfully excited drunk. I love everything and everyone - believe me, it’s bad. I just get really emotional about life, my loved ones or anything really! Some might say there’s no difference to the way I usually am but everything is just ten times more heightened. Unless I get pissed off, I’m a very peaceful, happy drunk usually.

5. Are you a team player or do you prefer to go solo?

That is also something that depends on the circumstances. In general, I am a team player for sure but when it comes to work related stuff, I like to do my own thing. Don’t get me wrong, I love working with people who inspire me and I accept help and all that but I have no problem doing things by myself and being in control over it. Sometimes that’s the only way I can keep my head in the game but I can definitely deal with both.

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itishebihime-samaforyou  asked:

As a fellow writer, I'm wondering what do you do when you run into a wall or even though you want to write you can't or just get really bored by anything you do? I ended up in this mess yesterday and I know bit is also 'cause of depression and just... I only play tetris (lame I know) or stare through window or at wall. I tried reading, writing, watching movies/series/anime, taking a walk, literally anything, but nothing helps. I'm honestly at my end.. (๑•́₋•̩̥̀๑)

This happens to me way too often. What I sometimes do is free association writing. I spend about 10-15 min. writing whatever comes to my mind. Even if it’s just “I don’t know what to write” over and over again, it helps me relieve whatever lingering tension/blockage is in my mind.

Most of the time though, I usually just take a break. Whenever I experience a block or lack of motivation to write, it’s usually because I’m not taking care of myself (either physically, emotionally, or both), so I take a few days/weeks away from writing anything too “heavy/extensive” to just “do what I need to do”

Sorry if I wasn’t able to be of much help; I hope you overcome your block soon! ;;

anonymous asked:

I first became depressed 7 years ago and even though my life has definitely gotten better since then, I still feel like I'm not much better if that makes sense. Mentally I'm better but my social life is nonexistent. It makes me so sad because no matter how hard I try to make friends no one ever reciprocates, this even happens with my family. I know when I'm with others I'm not a depressing bore so I don't get why no one ever wants to be around me and I'm tired of being my only friend. It's sad

Good for you for getting better mentally, that’s awesome!! 

I think you just have to keep trying. Don’t give up!! Sometimes it takes a bit to find those people that you just sorta click with and bond with, but don’t let it get you down that you haven’t found those people. It took me a bit to find them as well, I’m still looking myself! So just remember, you’re great!! You’re gonna find those people. Remember to spread positive energy :)

I had this hopeless crush on a guy when I was 17. I wanted to be with him so badly and he never liked me back. That hurt me so much back then. Years passed and I saw him again when we were both 40. His beauty had gone away and all that was left was his empty personnality. He was unhappy, married to some boring women who never smiled. He looked at me and said “Oh, how I wish I had chosen you. My life would be so different. You loved me and you would’ve made me happy. ” And in that moment, I realized that rejection is god’s protection. Because 20 years later, I wasn’t the one he had married, but I was the one on his mind when he had boring sex with his boring wife. So don’t worry if this guy doesn’t realize what he’s got, sometimes the worst thing that can happen to you is getting what you want.
—  My mother