Last night before we went out to dinner I surprised my girlfriend, (which is so hard to do!), with some flowers, lights, candles, and some wine I know she loves. I also had ice cream sundae ingredients waiting for us when we got back. What I hadn’t planned for was an even better view to unfold while we were gone… I couldn’t help but take a few pictures, it was truly a night to remember :)
since ur so passionate on that god awful Dream Girl outfit, can u make a post of Shinees worst/ugliest outfits
alrighty im starting full on with one of the most repelling outfits shinee’s ever wore….
for crying out loud look at TAEMIN what the fuck is he even wearing with that weird ass hat and jonghyun’s jacket which fits with his shirt only in a parallel universe MY GOD
next up is this lmao…what is there to say…look at taemin, key and onew’s pants… then look at taemin’s “shirt” with SPIKES…then key’s boots….i want to Die
there is. a weird ass belt on his..chest??????? or is it a harness?? and that ugly hat which apparently someone thought was a good idea adding??
haha dream girl era is indeed……something else. are the stylists obsessed with making taemin wear these ugly ass hats??? and what kind of bs outfit was minho wearing…. not to mention all their shoes rip
we taking a LEAP back to 2009 !! honestly onew nd jonghyun are still acceptable on some levels but then u look at taemin with a jacket that has the zipper going down vertically, witch like books, and a weird half skirt going down?? then minho with the long coat w a high ugly wide collar….and then KEY’S PANTS…….i dnt know who created them but they were def high. not to mention the weird tilted coat???
a G E M !!!! im glad taemin was feeling himself in this outfit but HJFKDHG those PANTS are so…..unexpected :—)
guess which era this is?? dream girl era haha!!!! i want to Burn the stylists to this day. that’s all.
taemin is BACK to serve us those LOOKS. KING of half open shirts and weird ass pants
i HAD to include these three outfits from the dream girl mv….jonghyun’s unmatched clothes and minho’s leopard printed pants are already enough…. but then u look over to taemin….w that turtleneck pink t shirt.. aND THOSE UGLY UNWORTHY PENCIL PANTS I WAN T TO KNOW WHO’S RESPONSIBLE BITC H
kbs gayo 2012 was tragic….jst look at minho looking like a damn star wars character or smth idk…onew looking like a piece of chocolate…nd then taemin looking like a damn tropical forest (the material of the clothes was also SHIT cause taemin’s pants completely ripped by the end JKLFHD)
i HAD to include this JUST for the pants. the rest is fine…,,,the pants are Hell.
ok now this is a Wild one. u have jonghyun not even looking that bad, the outfit is nice. but then u look over at ur right…,,,,surprise bitch! !!! ! !! the bright light blue hat w the FLASHING pink short pants pulled up by some damn SUSPENDERS is truly unforgettable. nd then u have the black socks w some weird cartoons on them ????
He doesn’t answer him, typing away at his keyboard in a way that’s visibly agitated, or at least irritable. What are normally soft, smooth clicks against the mac’s surface are now harsh, broken-sounding; each near-slam of his slim fingers makes a sharp clack in the quiet of the haus’ living room.
“Nursey,” Jack says again.
The continued silence makes it clear that he’s being ignored. Inwardly, he sighs.
“Twenty-eight, your captain is talking to you. Answer, now.”
At this, the typing stops. Nurse looks up at him, slowly, and his face is so uncomfortably nondescript and blank that Jack cringes a little inside of himself.
Abandoned Bowling Alley Turns Into An Immersive Public Art Experience
What a time to be alive. The former Silva Lanes Bowling Alley in Santa Fe is now the “House of Eternal Return” - a trippy Victorian house built to scale inside the bowling alley by pioneering art collective, Meow Wolf.
on this day 8 (eight!) years ago I had a baby in the bathroom after uttering the immortally stupid words “there’s something between my legs!” You have to understand that I had never had a baby before so I didn’t have any point of comparison and the midwife who came over during the night when my waters broke thought it would take HOURS longer than it did, hence my surprise. “We’ll be there in a few minutes,” she said on the phone when I explained that I thought I was pushing, but by the time she got there my mum & partner had already done the delivery honours and I was sitting blinking on the bathroom floor, holding a baby wrapped in a beach towel and wondering what had just happened. (I’d had a baby, obviously, but making a new person is quite hard to take in before breakfast.)
And today that baby is EIGHT and got a skateboard for her birthday and is generally brilliant, so if a person as blatantly unprepared for parenthood as I was in 2009 can keep a tiny defenseless human being alive for 8 entire years (8 ENTIRE YEARS) then I am here to tell you that you, too, can do the thing, whatever the thing you feel unprepared for is! Just have a beach towel handy! Try not to say anything really stupid because your mum will keep telling the story for the rest of her life and you’ll wish you hadn’t sounded like such a village idiot! But honestly just wing it, no one’s caught me out yet and I have a mortgage and a job and 2 kids (the second one is still alive too!) and everything
I highly recommend playing THIS while you read … . Sorry in advance
“You certainly left a mess behind Ms. Y/N. Everyone is so very quiet, it’s almost as though we’ve returned to the days right after your grandparents died. It’s much too familiar for my taste. We haven’t seen Master Dick in weeks, but Ms. Gordon assures me he’s fine.
Master Jason has been around quite a bit. He likes to sit outside the door to your room, listening to something on his phone.
Master Tim hasn’t had one cup of coffee since everything happened. He muttered something about a promise, but his caffeine withdrawals have been terrible for us all.
Master Damian was very quiet. Even young Mr. Kent wasn’t able to get him to speak. He’s spending time at their farm now. I’m hoping that being around all the animals would help him.
And your father, your father is a mess quite frankly. I know it’s not what you want to hear, but it’s the truth. He’s gone out to see you every day since the funeral. Spends at least an hour out there with you. He hasn’t been on patrol since it happened.Members of the league keep stopping by, but he refuses to see them. I’m quite worried, Ms. Y/N.”
Alfred pauses to take a sip of tea, considering his words carefully, “We should have told them. We should have given them the option. This isn’t like the other times. You can’t fight back against a disease, you can’t arrest it or find out it’s plot. They’re quite lost without something to physically fight.
And I …I’m quite lost myself. There’s nothing I can say to make them feel better. Nothing I can to do to help them process or bring them back together. That was always you. You were able to stop the bickering, and you were able to make them laugh.
You joked quite a bit about not being a part of the family business but I believe you were an integral part. You were the part that kept us grounded, kept us smiling. You kept us a family, and I don’t think that can be replicated.”
Alfred stares at the picture of you. It was taken only a few months before your diagnosis. He still finds it hard to believe that it had taken you so quickly. He takes another staggering breath before saying, “I will be sure to keep you updated. Same time tomorrow then.” He nods once to himself, before moving out of his rooms.
He’s a bit surprised to find the lights on and all of his boys sitting around the table. They give him a sad look as he takes his seat at the table. Jason is the first to speak, “Where you talking to her again?”
He nods, “It helps, strange as it sounds.”
Jason gives him a grim smile, “Nah, I understand. I keep listening to this song she talked about in those last days. ‘If I die young?’ Only thing I could think about during the funeral. “
Dick wipes a hand over his face, “Better off than me. I keep listening to these old voice mails she left. They’re silly and short, but they’re her.”
Bruce’s voice is rough, “She never complained. About the late nights or the crime fighting. None of it. She’d just wait up, and when we came up she’d just smile and ask, “Good night or bad night?”
Tim let’s out a little laugh, “Good night we had cookies, bad nights we had pie. And she always tried to switch out my coffee for decaf. Said it was going to kill me before Gotham could.”
Bruce smiles, “Weird she said the same thing about her mom and me.”
Dick’s the one who asks, “You heard anything from Selina?”
Bruce shakes his head, “Not since I had to tell her. I should probably start looking.”
Jason nods, “There haven’t been any major heists, I’ve been checking.”
Dick’s voice comes out in a whisper, “She can’t really be gone, can she? She’s going to walk through the doors in her favorite pajamas any minute right? And she’ll ask, good night or bad night?”
“No.” Damian’s voice is sad, more wracked with grief than any of them had ever heard it. “She’s gone, and there’s nothing we can do about that. What we can do is remember her, and live the way she would want us to.”
“Protect Gotham.” Tim says.
“Protect the innocent.” Jason adds.
“Protect our family and stick together.”
Bruce smiles, as a tear falls down his face, “And remember that there is always time for cookies or pie.”
Smiling, Alfred asks, “So is it a good night or a bad night?”
They exchange looks before saying all together, “Both.”
✥ pairing: Jungkook | reader I Yooongi ✥ genre:angst (Soulmate!au meets Hanahaki!au) ✥ word count:3.327 ✥ warnings:none ✥ author’s note:Hellooo, Toombler! This is the first instaallment of the Saudade series (Whoot Whoot) I’m warning you guys now, i have no plot, idk where i’m going with this. Let me know if you guys want another part to this! xxx
Saudade; ↪ The feeling of intense longing for a person or place you love but is now lost
The sky was a painting tonight.
You marveled at the beautiful twilight hues. Shades of violet bled into the indigo sky, creating bridges of colours you could only describe with the paintbrush in your hand, and the canvas in front of you. You mixed and created shades of pink, purple and blue you could not name. You paid no attention to that, art did not need a language; it was the expression of what words fail to communicate.
Art is an entity of its own.
Many described you as wild – you were as wild as the winds that blew the curled red leaf in the air.
You watched the sun in front of you dip below the horizon like a candle being extinguished. You dipped your own brush into the paint and brushed it across the canvas, now adding the finishing strokes of cerise and amber.
You gave your painting a final look before setting down your paintbrush.
You huffed. In front of you was no match to what you saw a few minutes ago. You could never paint the splashes of colours you formed in the sky. The true and raw beauty of the sunset could never be captured. That is by you – a self-proclaimed artist.
It was rumoured that everyone has a different sky that is shared with their soulmate – except all celestial objects stay in the same position for everybody, so weather is not affected. Everyone has the ability to draw on the sky, making splash of colours or little notes for only them and their soulmate to see.
You shivered from the chilly winds as they ran across your skin. It was exhilarating as it was terrifying. You were currently situated at the rooftop of your art institution. Every evening, you came here and tried to create a somewhat decent painting of the evening sky. And every evening, you failed.
You mastered the skill of painting fruit baskets and fields of flowers. You could recreate the face of a person you had met for the first time with deadly precision. So why could you not paint something as simple as the sunset? Children could paint it. Hell, Kindergarteners could finger-paint the sunset, yet you couldn’t. Why?
Walking to the edge, you gripped the thin metal railing. It always amazed you at how fast the night changes. Now, as you looked at the early night sky, all traces of the colours had bled into one – a magnificent shade of midnight blue. The cold winds of nightfall pierced the thin layer of your shirt. You wrapped your hands around your body as you attempted to warm yourself. In vain, you rubbed your hands up and down each other until you felt a hint of warmth spread across your body.
The night held so many mysteries.
You turned around to wipe off the wet paint on your palette and you put it, along with your brush, into your bag. Slinging the back on your shoulder, you picked up your easel and walked to the room across from you. The room was small and mainly used for storage. Sometimes, you would find couples inside it. Those encounters never ended well.
You made a silent prayer in your head as you turned the brass door knob to the room. To your surprise, the light was already on. You could’ve sworn that you turned them off when you came to get the equipment. Hesitantly stepping inside, you put down the easel at the back of the room.
Whoosh, the door closed. The sound made you jump and you heard a deep chuckle come from beside you.
You let out a shriek as you made eye contact with none other than Jeon Jungkook.
“Jungkook!” you shoved the boy in front of you, “you scared the shit out of me.”
“Oh Y/N! Y-you s-should’ve seen y-your face,” Jungkook tried to imitate your reaction before he doubled over with laughter once again. “Oh man, y-you looked s-so terrified,” he spluttered.
You felt a smile of your own forming before you crossed your arms together and bit your lip. You tried your best to stay mad at him. You never could, but you tried. Every time.
Jungkook’s amber orbs blazed with the golden light of a summer evening. His eyes reminded you of a sunset – no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t manage to look away.
“Hello? Earth to Y/N,” Jungkook waved his hand in front of your face. You snapped out of your trance and shifted your gaze from his face to the ground.
“Hey, Y/N, are you okay? Did I go too far? Do you want to hit me? You can hit me, just don’t hit my face. It’s the only thing I have going for me,” he offered you a comforting smile.
His smile alone was enough to make you feel better.
You shook your head and opened your mouth to speak, “Jungkook, just… don’t scare me like that ever again.”
He nodded and moved across the room. You thought he was going to leave until he walked back to you with a brown bag in his hands. Instantly, the smell of Tteokbokki hit your nostrils and you felt your mouth water a little. You hadn’t eaten since lunch. You reached out to take the bag when it was pulled away from your grasp.
“Nuh uh,”Jungkook waggled his finger at you, “first, you have to show me your painting. You never show me your paintings of the sunset.”
“Um, no. There’s a reason why and that’s because they’re all trash. Absolute trash.”
“You’re being way too critical of yourself. Your paintings are never short of amazing.”
“But you haven’t seen these ones, that’s why you’re saying this.”
“Then show me,” Jungkook said.
You took a hold of both of his hands and looked up at him pleadingly
“Jungkook… please don’t make me.”
He huffed and looked away. You wondered what he was thinking about.
You heard the rustle of the paper bag as he handed it to you. “Thank you, kookie. I owe you one,” you said as you took a bite of the soft rice cake.
“Don’t thank me, I know you hadn’t had dinner so I brought you some food. It’s what friends are for,” he shrugged his shoulders as he reached for a rice cake.
You momentarily stopped chewing. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t help but feel your stomach drop in disappointment every time you heard that word.
The two of you walked out of the room and sat on the cold, concrete floor.
The night sky was a sharp contrast to the once melodic array of warm colours – it was now black as ink, the only light illuminating from the stars.
“Remember the Twinkie on the bus? The one I gave you in second grade?”
“The one you found on the floor and gave me without telling me? Nice.”
You grinned and gave him a rice cake. “It never really fell on the floor. I made that part up.”
You couldn’t see his face but you could tell that he was smiling.
“I-I think that I’m going to tell Hyojin that I love her,” he had mentioned out of the blue.
Your chest tightened, the same way it did when Jungkook first told you about his crush on your sister. You felt a tingling, itchy feeling clawing up your throat and stopping midway. It felt like a hairball that had been stuck, but you managed to swallow it down with some water. You sat still, vision blurring, and in that moment, you heard your heart break. It was a small, clean sound, like the snapping of a flower’s stem.
“Y/N, are you okay? You look like you’re –“
“I’m okay, Jungkook. I just choked a little on the rice cake when I tried to talk at the same time,” you lied, clutching the brown paper bag resting in your lap.
Jungkook raised an eyebrow but did not question further. “Well, what do you think I should do?”
“You should do what you feel is right.”
You couldn’t make out Jungkook’s face. You only saw the highlighted parts of his face as the moonlight shone down upon him.
“What do you think is right?”
“It doesn’t matt—“
“What do you think is right?”
You sighed, “you really love her, don’t you?”
“With all my heart.“
“Maybe”, you said gently, “you’re trying too hard to hear it. Don’t say it yet.”
Jungkook’s face fell faster than a corpse in cement boots. You saw his body go rigid, his mouth hung with lips slightly parted and his eyes were slightly widened at your statement. Slowly, the shock wore off of his face and was replaced with a gaze that felt like an act of violence – a glare to stop your heart. You heard him as he scoffed, “…unbelievable.”
You felt your temper rise at Jungkook’s audacity to scoff at you, “what? You asked for my opinion and so I gave you my opinion. Don’t roll your eyes at me.”
Jungkook laughed heartlessly, looking down at you as if you were a complete stranger. “I’m going to tell her,” he said with an air of finality and a tinge of annoyance directed towards you.
Instead of lowering your head you lifted it, a stony glare carved into your dark eyes. Anger blurred your sight but you tightened your jaw and glared at him, “and what am I supposed to do? Sit by while you date other girls and fall in love with someone else and get married?” Your voice tightened, “And meanwhile, I’ll die a little bit more every day, watching.”
Jungkook turned, but too slowly to be normal. When he spook his voice trailed slowly, like his words were unwilling to take flight. There was a sadness in his eyes, the brown too glossy, “Y/N, p-please, stop. Y-you’re just…jealous, just admit it,” you heard the slight hesitance in his words. “You know what, I’ll help you find someo—”
“Yes! I’ll admit, I am jealous. I’m jealous of every minute you spend with her, of every concerned expression you send her way, of every tear shed, of every glance, every touch, and every thought. I want to rip her to pieces and purge her from your mind and from your heart. But I can’t.” before you could register what was happening, your brain made a decision of its own.
“Y/N, please don’t—“
Words flew from your mouth that you never thought you’d even think, let alone say out loud. You knew instantly from the look in his eyes that they’d hit their mark. In that instant, your relationship shattered into glassy shards. Nothing would ever be the same again.
“I love you,” you blurted out. “I-I know you don’t love me, so don’t say it back.”
Jungkook shot up, his tall stature looming over your own. You stood up beside him, with your arms crossed and your eyes locked on him. It takes him a while to realize that you weren’t joking. You got up on your feet, standing a few inches away from him. "J-Jungkook?” you placed your hand on his arm in an effort to comfort him. Jungkook shoved your hand away.
“Don’t touch me.” Just a few words, but they brought tears to your eyes. You never thought this was how it would feel to have your heart broken.
“Jungkook, please. Don’t do this.” You pleaded him as you covered your face with your hands and wiping away your tears.
“Oh no! I’m not doing anything here. Itold you not to say it and yet you still said it.” Jungkook was now shouting at you.
“I’m sorry,” you sounded like you were choking on your tears. You never could keep your emotions under control; you couldn’t fight away the tears. You stepped forward, trying to reach out to him. Jungkook put his hands in front of him, halting you from taking another step.
“I said don’t touch me,” Jungkook’s voice cracked. Under the moonlight, you could see that his cheeks reflected your own tear-stained ones.
You didn’t try to get closer to him again. You sat down and tucked your knees to your chest, putting your elbows on your knees, and covered your face with your hands, then started to breathe slowly.
Silence gnawed at your insides. It hung in the air like the suspended moment before a falling glass shatters on the ground. You needed to fill the void with sounds, words, anything. The silence was poisonous in its nothingness, cruelly underscoring how vapid your conversation had become – it clung to you two like a poisonous cloud that at any moment could choke the life from them.
You couldn’t stand the deafening silence anymore. “Jungkook,” you whispered, not daring to look at the face in front of you. “I-I love you and I can’t stop loving you. You overtake my affections and leave my heart in shattered disarray of pieces. Every single time you steal a part of me, you make it impossible for me to put myself together. I know you can never love me and yet I always delude myself in the fantasy that maybe, just maybe, you’ll learn to love me back. Why is that? Perhaps I hope that you return what you’ve stolen. You never do. You smile, and it’s intoxicating. Your fingers brush through my hair, and it’s addicting. You laugh, and it’s contagious. You and your flirtatious self. But I know, and you know that you could never — wouldnever return the love I shared with you.”
“You love Hyojin,“ you continued for him. "I know. Y-you’re in love with…her,” the bitter taste of those words lingered on your tongue.
Your eyes met his warm brown ones. “Yes,” he whispered, his lower lip trembling. “It’s her. It’s always been her.”
Jungkook’s words fell out of his mouth like vapour but landed in your guts as shrapnel. You felt your insides tear, and the blood drain from your face. You would have laughed but he was dead serious. His eyes were cold like you’d never seen and his features immobile. He handed back the painting you gave him just yesterday and you let it fall as soon as its weight had hit your palm. There was the mute sound of paper on cement but neither of you moved to pick it up. You were trying to understand the words he told you but you couldn’t. Then he turned to go, shoulders sunken and his hands in his pockets. Before you knew what you were doing you were standing in his way and locked eyes, the perfect distance for a kiss, but he shook his head. You could see your pain mirrored in his dark eyes.
“I’m sorry that I love you, Jungkook,” you said through your tears.
“Y/N, please. Let me go.”
“I can’t – not like this. Let’s talk about this. Please.”
“There isn’t anything to talk about.”
Jungkook’s eyes were trained on some invisible specter behind you. His heavy eyelids took a fraction too slow to blink, his irises too stationary. It was as if his brain was suffering a massive short circuit and was struggling to compute. You moved into his line of sight, touching his cheek with the side of your thumb, your lips forming a pensive grin. Jungkook’s head tilted upward to your face, his eyes sliding into focus. Your voice came out in a breathy whisper, “can I just have one kiss?”
Jungkook made no motion to move and so, you leaned in. all of your senses were screaming at you to pull back, to step away from Jungkook – your sister’s boyfriend. And yet, you couldn’t. You knew he didn’t love him back, but you couldn’t resist. You leaned in a little closer, your foreheads touching. Dear god, you couldn’t fight against the thoughts that were going through you. His very smell was flooding his senses now.
“No!” he seemed to snap out from whatever trance he was previously in. “No, I thought you were my friend,” Jungkook yelled. He pulled himself away from you as if he touched a hot coal. Jungkook turned around and made a mad dash towards the exit.
“Wait! Jungkook,” you called after him. “Please,” you closed your eyes, pleading.
Pairing: Reader x Bucky Word Count: 2.5K Warnings: Fluff, angst, PMS, period talk, swearing
A sharp pain wakes you from a peaceful sleep, and before you even open your eyes you know what it is. Your period was a week early. ‘Fucking great,’ you think. Another stab of pain comes from your uterus and it makes you groan. This month seemed to be worse than usual, your mother did always say that extensive exercise made cramps worse. And with the Avengers increasing your work out load, in order to get ready for starting missions, your body was proving your mothers words right.
You quickly jump out of bed, knowing that once you stood it was a race between you, time and gravity. And you really didn’t want to ruin your favourite PJ pants.
Luckily, you won this time. Breathing a sigh of relief, you suddenly clutch at your abdomen; another cramp. You could already tell that this week was gonna suck, you were going to be moody, constantly hungry and probably in a lot of pain for the next few days.