tattoo 101

explanation of jonghyun’s “never. the. less” tattoo: [a quick note that this is something that he said in the past, re: the saying, not something that he’s said since he got the tattoo.]

jonghyun: “nevertheless” - this is something that i say in real life, you know? it’s a saying my friend group, including myself, uses a lot. it shows you’re acknowledging that the situation isn’t good. i think i say: “nevertheless, i have to do [x]” in order to turn it into a positive situation. (source: sullaem)

Kang Daniel Mafia AU

  • you’re a bartender at one of 101′s clubs
  • like the way it works is that 101 has connections/affiliations with various clubs and bars around town
  • and they’ll have conduct certain deals in the back rooms and stuff
  • or have it as pick-up center for arms/drugs
  • you’re aware that the bar you work for is a pick-up center for arms/drugs but you’re just a bartender so you don’t need to worry about that
  • technically you’re a member of 101 and you have the 101 tattoo on your hip, but your boss has never really dragged you into 101 affairs
  • you did get taught how to handle a gun and some pretty kick-ass self defense moves, since the job kind of requires it
  • one night, some higher-ups came to just check on the club
  • they seat themselves at the bar, guns out in the open like the fucking alpha males they are
  • and one of them orders drinks for the group
  • you’re serving them when one of them catches your hand and winks at you
  • “what’s a man gotta do to get your number?”
  • “you could leave me alone, cuz i’m on the job”
  • you shift back, letting your black tank top rise a bit to reveal your own gun tucked into your belt
  • he backed off after that, and the man sitting next to him laughed at that
  • after a little while, they all kind of filter to the back room, except for that one guy
  • not the guy who tried to hit on you, the one who laughed at him
  • the club isn’t too busy that night, so he strikes up a conversation with you as you’re cleaning out some shot glasses
  • he politely asks you for your name, age, etc
  • “euigeon, 20″
  • then he kind of hints at wondering why you’re involved in 101 at all
  • and you explain that one of your friends needed money and got involved in the club as a dancer
  • and the boss was kind and reasonable, and offered you a job as well
  • “there’s no way i could be a dancer, though, i don’t have the face for it”
  • daniel kind of tilted his head, staring at you in a way that made your heart race a bit 
  • “i think you have the face for it”
  • you feel yourself turning a bit red at that, not used to people giving you such a blunt compliment
  • the other guys he arrived with head out, so he as to go as well
  • “thanks for the chat, (y/n),” he said with a charming smile, “i look forward to our next talk”
  • you smiled back, watching him sweep off into the night, likely off to commit some unspeakable crime
  • “i wouldn’t mess with him if i were you” the other bartender warned you, setting down his glass of water
  • “why?” you turned to the bartender, crossing your arms
  • “that’s kang daniel” the other bartender retorted, before leaving to go get someone’s order
  • and you’re shocked that the nice guy who was chatting with you just moments earlier is kang daniel, the heir to 101, the man who single-handedly built up the mafia’s drug sector at the age of 17
  • two nights later, you’re mixing a drink for someone when you see daniel sit down a few seats down
  • “so, euigeon, huh?”
  • daniel smiled at you sheepishly
  • “i was surprised when you didn’t recognize me, but i didn’t want my reputation to keep you from being yourself.”
  • you shrugged, sliding his drink from last time over to him
  • “you have so little faith in me”
  • he just grinned, asking you how your shift had been so far
  • he starts coming to your shifts occasionally
  • every time he comes and talks to you, the other bartender who works your shift side-eyes you and gives you the look
  • /the disapproving look/
  • one night you were fixing the ice machine when several people came in, all clearly official 101 members
  • daniel was one of them, gaze intense as he looked around the bar
  • as they headed straight to the back room, daniel paused by you
  • “go home, (y/n)”
  • you watched them all go to the back room, a little confused, but you weren’t going to question it
  • while you’re working, you feel a headache come on and your body aches a lot
  • after telling your co-worker what you’d been told, you collected your things and took the bus home
  • the next morning, you were checking the news on your phone in the morning when you saw the headlines
  • “five murdered in hongdae bar last night; thought to be act of retribution in the organized crime underground”
  • and that’s why daniel told you to go home
  • when you go into work at the bar, you secretly hope that he’ll stop by during your shift so that you can make sure he’s okay
  • while you’re working, you feel a headache come on and your body aches a lot
  • the next morning when you wake up, you’re pretty sick, or you at least have terrible allergies, so you call your boss to let him know that you’re taking a sick day
  • you spend the day drinking tea and watching netflix
  • at 1 in the morning, someone rings your doorbell
  • you’re tempted not to answer it, but it rings like five more times
  • “open up, i’ll knock the door down if you don’t”
  • you scramble to open the door, and the physical activity makes you wheeze
  • daniel’s standing there, looking extremely alarmed
  • you look up at him in confusion
  • “why are you here?”…. “how do you know where i live?!”
  • he heaves a sigh of relief, yanking you into a hug
  • “you’re okay, i thought something happened to you”
  • you invite him inside and make tea before making him explain himself
  • “i’ve actually been following you home lately to make sure you get home safely,” he confessed, turning a bit red
  • “you’ve been doing WHAT?”
  • daniel fixed you with a look
  • “a smaller gang has been getting restless with 101 lately. one of the girls from one of our clubs got mugged just the other day, because they saw her tattoos”
  • “..right”
  • you’re still not too comfortable with him basically following you home, but you let him continue his explanation
  • “after last night, i was scared that they’d try to come after you,” he told you, taking a sip of tea
  • “why would a gang trying to pick a fight with 101 come after someone as unimportant as me?”
  • daniel’s lips quirked up into a smirk
  • “(y/n), you seem to be the only one on this planet who doesn’t see how much i care about you”
  • “what do you mean by that?”
  • daniel set his tea mug down carefully, looking across the table directly at you
  • “why would a rival gang want to kidnap you in order to get to me, (y/n)?”
  • “…. because i mix a mean margarita?”
  • daniel snorted
  • “no, dumbass, i like you”
  • you kind of just stare at him in confusion before sneezing really loudly
  • “why?”
  • daniel laughed at that 
  • “sometimes, things just happen. this was one of those things”
  • “i guess”
  • the two of you sit in silence again, staring at each other, but then daniel gets up
  • “you hungry? i can cook you food.”
  • “yeah”
  • you watch as he bustles around your kitchen, pulling seemingly random things out of your fridge
  • “you know, i still don’t understand why the heir to 101 would be interested in me” you mentioned quietly as he started chopping something up
  • daniel turned around so that he was facing you
  • “there’s something special about you, that i can’t really put my finger to.” 
  • you hummed in response, watching him turn back to his cooking
  • the next morning when you wake up, you find  like twelve morning texts from him
  • apparently when you weren’t paying attention, he put his contact into your phone
  • when you guys start dating, he puts you and your safety above anything else
  • dating you lets him be euigeon your charming boyfriend, not daniel the mafia heir
  • you fall in love with both sides of him, overprotective nature and all
carving your skin into something lovely and horrible

There are crucial moments of many wizards’ lives. Things people live and die for. The powers of these emotions, along with a small shove from Fate, give the magic that resides in a wizard’s soul the ability to mark their vessel, their body. A significant symbol or sign that shows what is so important that it shall mark and brand a body eternally.


When a storm wizard is marked, the ever living hum of energy that resides just under their skin rises, screaming to the point of white noise filling their head. A brief second of white hot pain burns, it burns so much they can’t breathe. Then, then they feel relief, warming over them like a pleasant summer storm, their breath a bit heavy but otherwise okay. Their marks typically occur on their thighs and hips, the jagged but soft lines swooping across their skin like the sketch of a new project. An experienced storm wizard can have these symbols etched into their skin so much that they trail down their legs, curling around knees and ankles.

When an ice wizard is marked, their typically chilly body heat becomes unbearably freezing, their whole body immobile. Some even say that this is the only time absolute zero can be reached. The feeling of invisible hands creep and glide up their back- even more impossibly cold- then, their entire body burns, it’s like frostbite decided to sink its jaws into the wizard’s body. When it subsides, and their body feels normal again, their shoulders will be marked, and the wizard can see the symbols with just a turn of their head. The marks will be sharp and brutal, just like the shards of ice, until understanding softens and melts the ice just a tad, rounding those edges. An ice wizard who has seen much and lived much, will have markings trailing down their arms, stopping and circling around the wrist.

A fire wizard seems to experience the exact opposite of what the typical ice wizard goes through. Their normal temperature- which others would describe as ‘furnace like’- is overheated to the point of complete and utter black-out pain. A focused area becomes almost impossibly hotter, like a branding. After, the blackened and raised lines that appear over their heart form the symbol. The lines will pale over time, and the ache may lessen as well. When more marks form, they will spread across the wizard’s chest, circling around and shaping into flames.

A death wizard when marked has probably the worst of it, second only to balance wizards. Their breath leaves their lungs, and the only sounds they can make are chilling death rattles. They clutch their throat, the foreign feeling of their own flesh rotting beneath their fingers making them panic. Their skin is intact, but there is a smokey grey cloud just at the base of their neck, cradled by their collarbones. With time, the vague shape will become a black lined symbol, they grey contained in the lines. With experience, a necromancer will have marks crawling up just underneath their chin, as well as behind the ears. Sometimes, the marks seem like bruises from hands that attempted to strangle the wizard.

The myth wizard feels an odd tingling that wasn’t there before- or always was, just too faint to notice. They are thrown headfirst into a vision that shows why their marking has begun, but those visions quickly turn into vivid nightmares- the sights trials that a wizard must overcome in order to truly earn their symbols. They wake up, feeling as if they were never asleep, and a symbol flashes and resides on their forehead. When they are more learned and experienced, more symbols and markings may show up, decorating their face. 

Y’know, it’s funny though. Those nightmare visions seem a lot like visions of the future that they can receive on occasion. 

A life wizard usually earns their marks through healing someone back from the brink of death. It’s gentle- the most soft and lovely feeling. Like soft, timid hands slowly running their fingers over the life wizard’s palms. For a moment, it is as if bandages were wrapped around their hands and fingers far too tightly, all circulation cut off. The moment passes though, and the markings in the center of their palms come into existence, the wizard having an odd feeling against their hand, as if they crushed a flower in it, but the flower itself is nonexistent. The markings will grow in time, rather than show up suddenly in the same manner as the first. They will curl around these fingers, stopping at the heel of the palm. When complete, when a life is fulfilled and content, the markings will bloom into wonderful colors, breathtaking beauty possessed by the wise wizard.

The balance wizard is the only wizard able to die during this trying time. You see, it’s very unusual for there to be balance wizards at all, and for there to be wizards strong enough for this, good enough, it’s rather scary. Even if there were a true balance classroom in Ravenwood, if people wanted to primarily help others and support them, they’d probably choose the path of life magic instead. This moment, where their skin is forever marked, it’s sacred in Krokotopia, the same sentiments carrying over for the typical balance wizard. It starts with a black out, and the unknowing eyes may think that the sorcerer had fainted. The balance wizard is facing Justice, feeling a blinded gaze sear through their skin like the lashes of a whip across their back, and they bow before her, as all beings should. When rejected, the wizard is promptly eviscerated from existence, leaving nothing more than memories. When accepted, the wizard comes back with a mark across their back and a slight tilt to their gaze that makes it unnerving to stare them straight in the eyes. They gain new marks with the same lash of divine energy bowling them over, but are no longer in danger of death through the marking. When asked about the experience, their eyes flash the same copper of Judgment’s blindfold, and they say nothing. 


Imagine the power of a wizard who has become so proficient in every school that they are marked in each way. Their entire body becomes the canvas for their own magic, and it is beautiful. 

Lai Guanlin Mafia AU
wow this got really out of hand, fair warning that it’s SUPER long

warnings: blood, alcohol, shooting, guns, illegal activity, organized crime, the father of reader passes away

  • you had always been aware of the presence of 101 in your life
  • your father was a member, and in charge of a fairly large gun dealing operation
  • your mom hated it, but he was so entrenched in the mafia that there was no other option
  • he would leave at night, returning at two or three in the morning
  • your mom always waited up, sitting in the kitchen quietly with a cup of tea that turned cold soon into the night
  • sometimes you would wait up with her, feeling bad that she was spending so much time waiting after your father
  • and the money that he did earn from 101 went right back to the mafia, because he gambled
  • your mom was forced to work two jobs just to support you and your younger brother
  • one night, your dad left and didn’t return that morning
  • your mom was a mess, calling his phone and sobbing
  • at three am, three men showed up, clearly from the 101
  • cutting straight to the chase, they informed you that your father had been shot and passed away
  • “he still had a major debt to be paid to the 101″, they explained, demanding that your younger brother join the 101 in his place
  • your younger brother was still in middle school, only 12, there was no way you were letting that happen
  • “i’ll join” your mom said desperately, “please, leave my kids out of this”
  • “mom, no!” you snapped, shaking your head
  • you took your father’s place, refusing to let your dad’s mistakes ruin your mom’s life even more
  • the first day on the “job” was nerve-wracking to say the least
  • a shipment of ammunition came in from indonesia, and the man working with you briefly showed you how to shoot your father’s gun before telling you to go talk with the people bringing the shipment
  • you had to inspect everything and pay them the correct amount
  • the amount of tensions in the air was palpable, and you wanted to run far, far away from everything, but you knew you couldn’t
  • once you had the ammo, you and the guy you were working with, sam, had to re-sell it to a waiting customer
  • the man was a first-time customer, and sam warned you that you had to sell the product, ensuring him that the 101 was confidential in all aspects
  • you did your best to charm the buyer, and managed to get him to agree to continue to buy ammo/arms from the 101
  • after that night, you become one of the 101′s best arms runners
  • word on the street is that you can sell to anyone, that you could convince someone to shoot themselves if you really tried
  • through all the deal’s you’ve successfully facilitated, they start calling you black widow
  • which is quite possibly the stupidest name you’ve heard in your life but whatever
  • there’s been talk of a super huge arms deal with the russian mafia
  • and sam (your partner) informs you that you need to go to the 101 headquarters because someone wants to talk to you
  • you enter the building nervously, not really sure what’s going on
  • if your mom knew what was happening, she’d probably have a heart attack, but you had to keep telling yourself that you were doing this for your family
  • one of the lower-down members recognizes you and instructs you to go to the back room
  • you do so, but before you enter, your hear a couple of guys arguing
  • “hyung, this is my first deal and you want me to hand over control to some random person?”
  • “she’s not some random person, she’s the best damn arms dealer in this entire city. you know we need her on this deal”
  • you knock on the door a bit nervously
  • “come in!”
  • you enter the room
  • there’s a huge wooden table in the center, a bottle of bourbon out
  • three men were sitting around it, all with one drink
  • a cabinet with a glass front behind them has various machine guns displayed
  • “so this is the famous black widow?”
  • you immediately recognized kang daniel, one of the heirs to 101
  • “i wouldn’t say famous” you stammered out, carefully closing the door behind you
  • “take a seat, dear” daniel gestured to one of the seats 
  • you took a seat, scanning your surroundings quickly
  • “i’m sure you’ve heard of the deal with the Kalashnikovs by now”
  • you nodded, still a bit tense from the nerves
  • “this deal is huge. if we get them to agree, we could be routing billions of dollars in arms from the middle east to russia and europe”
  • and wow you really didn’t expect the deal to be THAT big
  • “this is guanlin here’s first deal”
  • “lai guanlin?” you asked, eyebrows shooting up
  • everyone knew about lai guanlin– the half-son of the current 101 boss
  • he’d been living in taiwan for a while, until he returned to korea to reunite with his father and half-brother, continuing the work of 101
  • guanlin bristled, glaring at daniel
  • “daniel, don’t forget about me!” the last man grinned cheerfully “i’m sungwoon, in charge of the getaways”
  • “and getting shot at” daniel cut in with a grin
  • “welcome to the team!”
  • you’re like ummmm
  • they have you temporarily stay at this hotel where the high-ups of 101 all live, so that you can work more efficiently and easily
  • your mom is upset that you’re getting even more involved in 101, but there’s really no other option
  • as soon as you move in, this young guy who’s obviously new brings you huge files with information on the Kalashnikovs
  • you’re sorting through it, trying to figure out who they’ll send to negotiate when someone knocks on your door
  • it’s guanlin, standing there and looking a bit grumpy
  • “hey, ready to work, partner?”
  • he just glares at you, shoving past you and throwing himself into one of the chairs
  • you miss sam
  • you end up doing most of the work in terms of person-to-person research, but when you look over, guanlin’s going through what kind of arms they use and deal with mostly
  • the boy from earlier shows up with jjajangmyeon, and you two take a break to eat
  • guanlin just eats in silence, but you try to get to know him, since you’ll be working together
  • it starts out with you just asking questions and him grunting out responses, but soon he starts actually responding and you two have an actual conversation
  • granted, it’s a conversation about food, but it’s talking nonetheless
  • once you two are done with your food, the conversation shifts to the deal
  • you show guanlin what you’ve found, the men they’re most likely to send, what deals have been successful and what fell through for them
  • guanlin in turn shows you his projections for what models/makes they’ll likely ask for
  • he’s working and you’re taking a quick break and you realize that he’s actually quite handsome,,,
  • one night you guys are busy working and guanlin disappears for a sec, coming back with two cups of coffee
  • “you looked like you were getting tired”
  • you end up falling asleep and when you wake up, the work that you’d needed to complete is finished and someone (guanlin) lifted you up from the chair you were working in and set you in your bed
  • wow cute
  • the day approaches, and you can’t shake the nerves you’re feeling
  • sungwoon explains that he’ll have a car ready in case anything goes wrong, but guanlin will drive you two to the casino where you’ll be meeting the Kalashnikovs
  • you’re dressed in a fairly tight black velvet slip dress, makeup done up by a dancer from one of the 101 clubs, hair arranged perfectly
  • you have an in-ear disguised as an earring, but you have to stay with guanlin since you’ll be the only one who can hear daniel, who’ll be guiding you
  • guanlin comes to your hotel room to pick you up, holding a tan shoe box
  • its a pair of fucking louboutins
  • he gives you that slow once-over that sets butterflies fluttering in your stomach
  • he looks amazing in the crisp, expensive designer suit
  • “gotta show off, right?” he smirks at you as you shove your feet into the louboutins quickly, not used to the feeling of high heels
  • you normally do your deals in jeans and sneakers, so it’s weird for you to be so dressed up
  • the car guanlin drives to the casino is obviously expensive, though you don’t know much about cars
  • “nervous?” you ask, looking over at him.
  • guanlin looks like he’s about to puke all over the steering wheel, knuckles white
  • “not at all” he lied easily, making you chuckle
  • “my first deal, i almost passed out in fear” you quipped, sending him a smile
  • he grinned half-heartedly, pulling up to the casino entrance
  • one of the workers, wrist with the telltale 101 tattoo, informed you that the men were already in the backroom
  • you walked towards the backroom, doing your best to exude fake confidence
  • looking up at guanlin, it was like he was an entirely different person
  • his face was confident, brooding, and he strode forward like he owned the place
  • actually he did pretty much own the place, so that was accurate
  • you entered the backroom, greeting the two men that the Kalashnikovs had sent
  • “so this is the black widow that they’ve been talking about” one of them said, kissing your hand
  • “lovely dress,” one of the men smirked, eyes slowly raking over your body
  • you smiled, trying to fight the urge to sock him in the face
  • guanlin stiffened next to you, placing a heavy hand on your waist
  • “now, let’s get started gentlemen, shall we?”
  • guanlin unbuttoned his suit jacket and took a seat, while you opted to stand, leaning on his chair easily
  • guanlin pulled out several papers from his briefcase, detailing your offer
  • you explained your offer easily, bending down to grab the duffel bag that had been sitting under the table
  • you walked around the table to the men’s side, heels clacking against the marble floor, setting down the various models of guns that you were willing to deal next to them
  • the two men looked down at the models and traded looks, nodding
  • “you know how to make a good offer” one of them said, picking up one of the guns to inspect it “but how do we know that you’re dealing in authentic models?”
  • you could tell guanlin was panicking, but you knew how to handle the situation
  • you left the room to ask for a bucket of water before returning to the backroom with it
  • “gentlemen, this room is soundproof” you said with a smirk, before grabbing one of the semi-automatics and pointed it at the wall, firing through one clip before replacing it with another, doing this four times
  • once you were done (and the wall was significantly damaged), you shoved the gun into the bucket of water, showing it to them
  • “dense steel alloy,” you replied, clicking the safety back on, “don’t question if our arms are authentic again.” you threw the gun back onto the table, setting your hands on the table and clicking your nails against the surface
  • the two men looked thoroughly scared at that, and guanlin is staring at you intensely
  • “we’ll sign” the man who seemed more in charge said, pulling the “contract” towards him 
  • you managed to get the deal through, even if you wasted four clips doing so !
  • the men are escorted out of the casino and you leave the backroom as well, heading to the office where daniel was waiting
  • he greets the two of you happily, celebrating your obvious success
  • while he’s calling in to the 101 headquarters to let them know to proceed with shipments, guanlin turned to you, obviously still in shock over what happened
  • “how the hell did you do that?” he asked, eyes wide
  • you smirked at him, patting him on the back
  • “when you’re trying to get a deal through, you’ll do the craziest things. they don’t call me black widow for nothing”
  • you and guanlin become permanent partners (rip sam), working on very high profile deals internationally
  • you definitely notice that you have feelings for him, but try to push it away
  • then one night, you two have a deal where only you go to negotiate, because the other party insisted on only dealing with you
  • as you’re leaving, guanlin stops you, pulling you into the hotel maid’s supply closet
  • “w-wha?”
  • “sh,” he said, looking down at you, brushing the hair out of your eyes. “be careful, please (y/n).”
  • “of course i’ll be careful, i’m me”
  • “(y/n), i can’t afford to lose another person who i love” he said quietly, staring down at you intensely
  • you stare up at him, something strange in the air
  • he leans down to kiss you quickly, holding you tight
  • “i’ll be careful, guanlin” you said quietly, kissing him back before leaving the closet
  • the deal ends up folding because they had a hidden person almost shoot you
  • you managed to get away thanks to sungwoo, but you’re bleeding from where the bullet skimmed you and get rushed off to the hospital asap
  • you get knocked out for a quick surgery since you need stitches, and when you come to, guanlin is sitting in your hospital room with a frown
  • “you know how worried about you i was?”
  • he rushed over to you, checking to see where you’d hurt yourself
  • “love you too, guanlin” you teased, making him frown down at you
  • “i was really worried!”
  • “just kiss me, idiot”
  • you two become the power duo, negotiating and making bombass deals for 101
  • the money you earn all goes to supporting your mom and brother, which guanlin knows, so he spoils you all the time and buys you expensive things
  • calls you princess
  • he gets super cuddly and clingy the night before another deal, not wanting to ever lose you
  • not the best lifestyle in the world, but you’re glad that it led you to guanlin

rkm0855 instagram update
세월은 화살과 같다
Time is like an arrow*

Eunki’s comment: Wow..even i don’t say things like this..
Hyunbin’s comment: I’m going to Africa.

trans cr. nudongs (twt)

a/n: *is an old proverb that means time passes quickly, subjectively. Hurry up with your life because it will end before you notice.

Kim Jonghyun Mafia AU
  • like many of the other members of 101, you had gotten involved in 101 business due to your father’s involvement before you
  • your dad, who had passed away, had been one of the main managers of the drug flow through 101, but since you were fairly inexperienced, you entered the 101 as a runner (someone who delivers small amounts of drugs to people and collects the money)
  • the guy who replaced your dad, kim jonghyun, was apparently kind and forgiving, but you had yet to ever meet him for yourself
  • one time, the person you were delivering to got violent, insisting that you were asking for the wrong place
  • he’d shoved you and slapped you a couple times, but you’d managed to break free and run off, unable to complete the deal
  • not being able to collect the money/drop off the product was a big deal, and you were scared about what kim jonghyun might do
  • you returned back to the 101 hq, informing the correct person about what happened, and he sent you up to jonghyun’s office
  • you waited outside uncomfortably, pacing back and forth
  • finally, the person inside shouted “come in!”
  • you pushed the door, heart in your throat, and when you saw kim jonghyun for the first time, your heart beat even harder, but for an entirely different reason
  • you’d been expecting some crotchety old man to have replaced your father, but kim jonghyun was a young, extremely handsome 20-something, sitting at his desk in the crisp suit required of all 101 higher-ups, suit jacket slung over the back of his seat casually
  • stacks of papers surrounded him, and he pushed a file of papers aside to focus on you
  • you then noticed that he was frowning
  • “come in, sit down,” he said gently, gesturing to the seat across the table from him
  • you took the seat gingerly, watching the man in partial fear
  • “how did you get hurt?” he asked in concern, leaning on his elbows to get a closer look at you
  • your hand darted up to your face, wincing as your fingers touched slightly puffy, raw skin. apparently, the slap had left bruises
  • “did the pickup do that?” jonghyun asked again, this time a bit more sternly
  • “y-yeah,” you said quietly, unsure of what was to happen
  • “and you had no way of defending yourself?” he continued, frown growing deeper. “no gun, no weapon, no training?”
  • you shook your head and he cursed under his breath, reaching over to pick up the phone on his desk
  • “yah, kang dongho,” he snapped, running a hand through his inky black hair, “when you get new recruits, make sure you actually teach them how to fire a fucking gun before sending them my way.”
  • he hung up the phone and turned back to you
  • “are you alright?” he asked, “the guy didn’t try anything else, right? you don’t need a visit to the hospital?”
  • “no, no,” you replied, shaking your head, “he just shoved me around a bit, it’s no big deal.”
  • “well, we won’t be dealing to him again,” jonghyun informed you, “we don’t deal with pickups who think it’s okay to rough up our runners. but you,” jonghyun looked up at you, as though contemplating something, “you need to learn how to shoot a gun.”
  • you looked up at jonghyun in alarm, “i really don’t think that’s necessary,” you replied, “i’ll be fine.”
  • “well, you have the tattoo, right?” jonghyun raised his eyebrows as your fingers reached up, brushing over the 101 tattoo located right under your collarbone, “any true member of 101 should have a gun, i’m not sure why you weren’t taught.”
  • when dongho had brought you through the 101 initiation, he’d told you that he’d promised your father he’d do whatever it took to keep you from harming other people, which was why you were assigned as a runner instead of on a different team
  • but, jonghyun was your boss, and so you opted for not saying anything
  • “i’ll drive you up to the shooting range tomorrow,” jonghyun said, returning to the files he’d been working on, “get a good night’s rest
  • “thank you.” you replied, hurrying out of the room 
  • the next day, jonghyun picks you up from your apartment
  • despite his high ranking in 101, he’s definitely kind, but a bit quiet
  • most of the car ride was spent listening to the radio, and you were unsure how to make conversation
  • he pulled into the parking lot, showing you inside the small store that accompanied the range
  • after picking up the proper gear– glasses, earplugs and ear coverings, he disappeared into a back room, reappearing with two small, compact black handguns
  • first, he taught you how to load the gun, watching carefully as you followed his directions
  • then he took you over to one of the targets, instructing you on how to stand, where to hold the gun, hand placement and such
  • finally, he decided that it was time to actually fire
  • he shot a few rounds first, making sure that you understood exactly what to do before stepping aside
  • he took off the hat that he was hearing, handing it to you– it was important to wear a hat so that the ejected brass wouldn’t hit you in the face
  • after tugging the hat on, you positioned yourself, doing your best to listen to jonghyun’s advice
  • the kickback was intense, making you stumble a bit
  • jonghyun caught you by the shoulders, making sure you were okay
  • the first shot had completely missed, but as you spent more and more time shooting, you were able to consistently hit the target
  • “i think this is okay,” jonghyun said, once you were able to hit at least some part of the target 9/10 times. “i’m not looking for you to be able to kill people, just defend yourself.”
  • once you were done at the range, you drove back to the city, and jonghyun said that he’d buy some lunch quickly, feeling bad that he’d kept you for so long
  • the meal was nice, and you could tell that jonghyun was forcing himself to make conversation with you, despite him not being a super outspoken person
  • as with any conversation with another 101 member, the subject of how you got involved came up
  • you explained to him about your father and how you’d gotten dragged in due to your involvement
  • you’re deuce’s kid?” jonghyun was surprised that nobody had bothered to tell him that his former boss’s daughter was now working under him
  • you shrugged, eating another french fry, “it never came up, i guess.”
  • you returned to your usual jobs with a handgun tucked into your waistband 
  • jonghyun would periodically check in with you to make sure you were safe and okay
  • and every time, your heart would explode out of your chest
  • one night, you’re returning from a job when you get called up to the main office
  • kang daniel is lounging in his usual chair, ha sungwoon was investigating what books daniel had on his shelves, and jonghyun was pacing back and forth
  • “ah, (y/n)!” daniel smiled, gesturing for you to take a seat
  • he explained that there was a yakuza boss who had specifically requested to meet with 101, wanting to form a trade deal/pact
  • “why am i involved in this?” you frowned, crossing your arms
  • “yeah daniel, why is (y/n) involved in this?” jonghyun snapped, clearly upset at what was happening
  • daniel glared sharply at jonghyun
  • “you know the drug trade better than anyone at 101,” daniel said bluntly, “better than jonghyun. you grew up around the trade– you understand rates, you know the different traders in asia. you need to be present at this meeting.”
  • you sighed, pushing your hair back, “when is this meeting?”
  • “tomorrow,” daniel explained, “jonghyun will be acting as a front; there will be a camera placed on jonghyun’s body. you will be in the vehicle with sungwoon, directing jonghyun via in-ear.”
  • you contemplated the suggestion.
  • “why can’t i go to the meeting as well?” you asked, “wouldn’t jonghyun going alone be dangerous?”
  • “you’re not going,” jonghyun said firmly, “you just learned how to shoot a gun, this is going to be dangerous.”
  • you glared up at jonghyun momentarily before turning back to daniel, rolling your eyes
  • “fine, i’ll do it.”
  • soon, you found yourself sitting in the front seat of sungwoon’s car, laptop in between the two of you
  • one upside to staying in the car was that you were able to wear your sweats– jonghyun had to dress extremely nicely (when you saw him in his expensive suit and gelled hair, you’d almost passed out)
  • jonghyun walked into the hotel where the meeting was, letting himself be lead to the back room
  • “okay,” you began, eyes scanning over the scene, “i think they’ve replaced all hotel staff with their own people, but i’m not positive. the guy who just boarded the elevator definitely had a tattoo.”
  • jonghyun entered the room he’d been guided to, taking a seat across from akio, a prominent yakuza leader
  • akio began making his offer, smiling sleazily over at jonghyun
  • you listened closely, trying to pick out what exactly akio’s offer was
  • jonghyun pulled the contract towards him, scanning it
  • “wait, jonghyun, go back to the second page,” you said quickly, leaning forward to examine it.
  • “jonghyun, you need to get out of there, it’s a set-up,” you said urgently, “svt is behind this, they’re trying to get you to switch to akio so that they can take our current deals with other groups from us, since we would have switched allegiance. you need to leave,now,”
  • you watched worriedly as jonghyun did his best to refuse the offer, citing that he would need to consult with higher-ups
  • “how did you know?” sungwoon asked as he watched jonghyun quickly walk out of the room
  • “svt doesn’t have any drugs specialists,” you explained, watching anxiously as jonghyun sped through the halls of the hotel, “they sorted their offers by class, but they listed heroin under pharmaceutical, not as an opiod. the yakuza wouldn’t make a rookie mistake like that, and svt has been trying to corner 101′s hold on the drug market here for years.”
  • sungwoon whistled, nodding, “you really are deuce’s kid.”
  • jonghyun was able to make it out and sungwoon quickly pulled up to the hotel, picking him up
  • “thank you, (y/n),” jonghyun said breathlessly, quickly buckling his seatbelt as sungwoon pealed off, heading towards the 101 hq
  • after explaining the situation, several of the guys, including jonghyun, decided that they would go out for drinks, but you just decided to head home, feeling exhausted
  • it wasn’t hard for you to fall asleep, given how much you’d gone through that day, and you quickly drifted off
  • however, you were woken up by the sound of someone pressing your doorbell, making the loud rings echo through your apartment
  • groaning, you dragged yourself up, thinking maybe 101 had some kind of emergency
  • sure enough, jonghyun stood on your doorstep, but when you looked closely, he looked like he was about to fall asleep
  • “um, jonghyun?” you asked tentatively, staring at him in concern
  • jonghyun looked up at you, sighing
  • “you really are an angel,” he said with a small smile, ruffling his already messy hair, “you even answer the door at three in the morning.” you frowned, noticing how slurred his words were
  • “jonghyun, are you drunk?” 
  • “y-yeah,” jonghyun managed to get out, stumbling a bit 
  • sighing, you helped him into your apartment, sitting him down on your couch
  • you brought him a piece of toast and some water, watching in concern as he tried to dip the toast in the water– you’d never seen the quiet, closed off jonghyun act like this
  • “(y/n),” jonghyun began, looking over at you, “you know i really, really like you?” you stared back at the man in shock. “you’re really the perfect one for me, but you never seem to look my way.”
  • “just,” you shook your head, a million thoughts swirling, “just eat your bread so that we can sleep, jonghyun.”
  • jonghyun pouted at you before stuffing the entire slice of bread into his mouth
  • once he was less wasted, you made sure he was sleeping on his side, so that he wouldn’t vomit, before returning to sleep yourself
  • the next morning, you awoke to the sound of loud cursing and the faint smell of smoke
  • getting up, you raced out to the kitchen, where jonghyun was desperately fanning the toaster, billows of smoke coming from it
  • “um, jonghyun?” you asked carefully, trying to suppress a laugh
  • “ah, you’re awake,” he said sheepishly, “i wanted to make you breakfast, but i burned the toast, so now there’s only eggs.”
  • “it’s fine,” you laughed, grabbing the plate that was on the table, “we can just eat this, i don’t mind.”
  • the two of you ate in relative silence, until jonghyun set down his fork
  • “(y/n), I’m really sorry,” he sighed, “first i show up to your house drunk, and then I burn your toaster.”
  • you chuckled, “it’s fine, I’m just a bit unused to seeing you in this light.”
  • he groaned, ruffling his hair in embarrassment, “I really wasn’t planning on confessing to you drunk at three in the morning, though.”
  • you wrinkled your nose, glancing over at him, “you meant that?”
  • he turned a bit red, nodding, “yeah, I did,” he shrugged, “i do really like you, but i wanted to confess properly, not while I was wasted.”
  • “it was cute,” you replied with a grin, “i’ll accept, as long as you truly meant it.”
  • “actually?” jonghyun looked up at you happily with a wide smile, “you really are an angel.”

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Im Youngmin Mafia AU
  • you were a kindergarten teacher at the elementary school in your town
  • you truly loved your job, having the ability to get students involved in school and their education
  • as the new school year started, you made sure to get to know each of the students and their families well
  • there was one student in particular, im youngjae, who you were concerned about
  • on the first day of school, he’d been dropped off by someone– they’d left so quickly you didn’t get the chance to talk to them– and he’d been whisked away at the end of the day
  • you’ve started noticing that youngjae has issues of some sort with home life
  • you do an activity with the kids about what they want to be when you grow up and he draws a GUN
  • and you’re like no sweetie guns are bad let’s draw a firefighter
  • “but daddy has a gun?”
  • and you’re like ummmmmmmm
  • so of course, when you meet im youngmin, youngjae’s father, for the parent-teacher conferences, you’re intrigued
  • he’s extremely charming, and you find yourself blushing at his small compliments, doing your best to get the conversation back to youngjae’s progression in learning the number line
  • then finally, as the end of the parent-teacher conference draws to an end, you take out the drawing of the gun, showing it to him
  • “this is what youngjae said he wanted to be when he grew up,” you said quietly, watching an array of emotions flit across his face
  • “ah,” youngmin nodded, pulling the paper towards him and tracing the crayon lines carefully
  • you watched as he shifted in his seat uncomfortably, his dress shirt shifting slightly
  • you caught sight of a tattoo on his chest– 101– and you sucked in a breath, understanding
  • while the man in front of you was obviously involved in shady business, he looked so upset about the whole thing, and you felt bad 
  • pulling the paper away, you smiled at youngmin
  • “mr. im, i just wanted to let you know about that,” you said cheerfully, “i’m sure it’s nothing to worry about. youngjae is an absolute sweetheart to have in the classroom. he’s very helpful to his peers, and does his best to understand and keep working on the tasks he’s given.”
  • “please, call me youngmin,” youngmin insisted, shaking your hand as he headed out
  • his hand was warm, and you felt like you’d been shocked
  • one day, you noticed that youngjae hadn’t been picked up after school, so you brought him back to your classroom
  • he sat there, playing with the small boardgames and puzzles that you had as you worked on your report cards, checking to make sure he was okay  every so often
  • the hours passed, and soon, it was past dinner
  • he was clearly hungry, so you dug out some goldfish and let him have that
  • “don’t tell dad, alright?” you winked at him, and youngjae giggled, nodding as he shoved a goldfish into his mouth (this is a terrible teacher btw)
  • you were worried that youngmin wasn’t showing up, but youngjae said he hadn’t said anything about him picking youngjae up late
  • you looked through the emergency contact cards you had, figuring that you would just call him and see what was up
  • on the other side of town, youngmin was tied up to a chair, glaring up at choi seungcheol of svt, blood pouring out of his mouth and ribs hurting like hell
  • “i’m not telling you where we hid the ammo,” he growled, looking up at seungcheol defiantly
  • “oh youngmin, sooner or later, you’ll have to tell us,” seungcheol smiled, holding up a hammer, “after all, you only have so many bones in your body.”
  • suddenly, a phone started ringing
  • another one of the svt members yanked the phone from youngmin’s pocket, showing the screen to seungcheol, who nodded
  • “answer it.”
  • “hello, mr. im? ah, i mean, youngmin?”
  • youngmin visibly tensed in the chair, eyes widening for a brief second. a huge grin spread across seungcheol’s face
  • “i was just calling to remind you that youngjae is still waiting for you here at the elementary school.”
  • “daddy, i wanna go home!” youngjae’s high-pitched voice echoed through the room
  • “youngmin?”
  • seungcheol ended the call, smiling down at youngjae, “i guess we won’t get to all your bones today.”
  • “leave them the hell alone,” youngmin shouted after seungcheol as he left the room, motioning for the others to untie youngmin
  • back at the school, you frowned down at the phone in your hand
  • “did daddy say anything?” youngjae asked, tugging on your sleeve, “is he on his way?”
  • “daddy’s just running late,” you replied, worried. he had responded– why hadn’t he said anything?
  • suddenly, your mind flashed back to the tattoo you’d seen on his chest
  • while youngmin was strange, he never picked youngjae up late– ever
  • he clearly cherished his son, and you couldn’t see his work, however illegal it was, getting in the way of his son’s well being
  • frowning, you dialed someone else, heart beating in your chest
  • one of your friends claimed to that one of her friends was a fairly high-up member of 101, and something about this whole situation seemed fishy
  • after getting the guy’s number from her, you quickly called him
  • “lee euiwoong, who am I speaking to?”
  • you quickly explained the situation, telling him that you were youngjae’s teacher and that you’d called youngmin and hadn’t gotten a response even though you picked up
  • euiwoong cursed, running a hand through his hair
  • he told you not to move from the school, that something might be going on
  • right after he told you that, you heard a loud series of bangs, presumably guns
  • shaking, you hung up, picking up youngjae and running to a small supply closet, hiding in there
  • “youngjae, we’re going to play a game, okay?” you said quietly, holding him close
  • youngjae was clearly scared, shaking as well
  • “we’re hiding, and we have to be as quiet as possible.”
  • youngjae nodded, and you put your arms around him, doing your best to comfort the five- year old
  • you heard loud shouting, the occasional crash, and youngjae whimpered, holding you tighter
  • suddenly, there was another series of bangs, and the sounds of fighting ensued
  • “get the classroom,” you heard someone growl
  • your heartbeat picked up, clutching youngjae tightly
  • you heard someone walk around the supply closet, and you felt hot tears running down your cheeks, thinking over and over that today was the day you were going to die
  • footsteps stopped in front of the supply closet, and you felt like the sound of your heartbeat was going to give you away
  • youngjae sniffled a tiny bit and your heart dropped as the door was wrenched open, revealing an incredibly buff guy with a disgusting grin
  • “you can’t escape n–”
  • he was cut off by the pop of a gunshot, slumping to the side in an instant
  • youngmin rushed over to the two of you, trying to lift youngjae up, but the small boy wouldn’t let go of you
  • youngmin carefully helped you up, walking you over to a chair and helping you sit down
  • “are you okay?” he asked, checking both you and youngjae for injuries
  • “we’re fine,” you assured him, “just a bit shaken up is all. you arrived just in time– thank you.”
  • youngmin stared at you, obviously pained, “i should be apologizing, i’m the one who got you into all of this.”
  • you shook your head, gently rocking youngjae back and forth, “it was those lunatics that got me into this, not you. euiwoong told me about svt.”
  • “you know about svt?” youngmin looked startled, “you know about 101?”
  • you laughed at that, “i saw your tattoo the first time we met.”
  • “and you weren’t terrified of me?” youngmin asked incredulously, “i shoot guys for a living.”
  • “youngmin, anyone who clearly has so much love for their son isn’t a bad person,” you said quietly, watching as youngjae’s eyelids fluttered shut
  • youngmin stared at you quietly, eyes looking down at youngjae before back at you
  • “(y/n),” he said softly, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, “thank you, for all you’ve done for my family.”
  • youngmin chill with the cheese a bit pls
  • you end up staying the night at his house because youngjae really won’t let go of you
  • he insists that you take the bed and he can sleep on the couch, and you feel bad but he really won’t have it any other way
  • it’s a friday night, so you’re able to stay over
  • youngjae looks so small and fragile, you feel bad that he had to experience such an intense night
  • he falls asleep and eventually lets go of you, but you can’t seem to fall asleep after such a chaotic night
  • you get up to grab a glass of water, hoping that youngmin won’t mind
  • for some reason, the glasses are on a super high shelf that you can’t reach, even on your tiptoes
  • “need some help?” youngmin apparently was having a hard time sleeping as well
  • instead of water, he made the two of you tea, and you sat at his small dinner table
  • “you know, to be honest, there’s a reason why svt targeted you specifically,” youngmin said quietly, rubbing the back of his head
  • “i thought it was because of youngjae?” you asked in confusion
  • “partially, yes,” youngmin nodded, “and maybe this isn’t the right timing to tell you this, but i like you, (y/n),” he confessed, looking over at you over his cup of tea
  • “you like me?” you frowned, “how? why?”
  • youngmin chuckled, “you’re… you’re you,” he shrugged, “and i like that.”
  • “does that mean (y/n) will be my mommy now?”
  • youngmin turned bright red lmao
  • aPPARENTLY youngjae had woken up and gone out to the kitchen to see what the fuss was about
  • “maybe not mommy,” you replied, ruffling youngjae’s messy hair, “daddy’s girlfriend, though, maybe we have a deal.”
  • youngjae nodded happily, giving you a thumbs up
  • “wait, really?” youngmin looked at you hopefully, “you’ll date me?”
  • “yes, really,” you laughed at his disbelief, “but if i get kidnapped on the first date, I’ll have to reconsider.”

thank you so so much to the anon who left this super detailed possible plot that, upon reading it again, i’m realizing was meant for jonghyun, jung jung or eunki, so for theirs i will DEF try to incorporate something similar w/kids, but thank you again!

excuse my shitty edit, but i’ve decided to put together all the links into one place that i’ve found that i want to reference, mainly writing and food. (will be adding more constantly) (updated: 1/26/16)

personal health tips:

  • yoga [x] [x]
  • emergency compliment
  • the quiet place
  • the nicest place on the internet
  • cute roulette
  • cute overload
  • the dawn room
  • the thoughts room
  • calming manatee
  • make everything okay
  • stories to give you hope
  • 90 seconds relaxation
  • cute yahoo answers
  • 7 cups of tea
  • take care of yourself after a lapse
  • coping with depression
  • things to remind yourself [x] [x] [x] [x]
  • when someone sees your self-harm scars
  • fade/cover scars
  • help someone or be helped
  • butterfly project
  • caring for injuries
  • when you feel suicidal
  • hotlines
  • alternatives to hurting yourself
  • hoe maintenance
  • get rid of blackheads
  • hygiene masterpost
  • shaving ur vagina
  • alleviate cramps
  • remove lower stomach fat

beauty tips:

  • super duper silky legs
  • skin care
  • cover up a tattoo
  • bra fitting 101
  • 10 rules of getting a tattoo
  • cheap jewelry
  • makeup for beginners

food tips:

  • starbucks holiday drinks
  • panera’s mac & cheese
  • mini mac & cheese pies
  • pumpkin spice smoothie
  • cookie recipes
  • french toast roll-ups
  • s'mores stuffed pizza cookies
  • chocolate chip cookie dough brownie bombs
  • 10-minute recipes
  • chocolate chip cookies [x] [x] [x]
  • coffee recipes [x] [x]
  • healthy snacks [x] [x]
  • 62 smoothies + more smoothies
  • pizza hacks
  • snacks
  • myfriedgefood / supercook
  • what the fuck should i make for dinner
  • cheeseburger cupcakes
  • garlic & parmesan pull apart bread
  • mexican chili-cheese ramen
  • mac & cheese ramen
  • microwave mug mac & cheese
  • nutella hot chocolate
  • microwave scalloped potatoes
  • microwave baked potato
  • dishes you should know
  • pizza coupons
  • homemade vitamin water
  • pms sos smoothie + more healthy smoothies (2)
  • salad recipes
  • yummy deserts
  • s'mores pie
  • grilled cheeses
  • food life hacks
  • infused waters
  • lazy cookie bars

school tips:

  • write a kickass essay
  • take a study break
  • how to use google
  • mathway
  • graphing calculator
  • effectively pull an all-nighter
  • useful college tips
  • free online textbooks
  • how to take notes
  • procrastination guide
  • save $1600 in school supplies

adult tips:

  • prevent a hangover
  • take care of yourself when sick
  • 15 things to keep in your car
  • 99 life hacks
  • clean your bathroom
  • college help masterpost
  • moving out
  • when you can’t pay your bills
  • college books
  • organize your closet
  • clean your kitchen
  • budgeting
  • improve your studying skills
  • dorm room survival tips
  • harsh truths
  • things to bring to the doctors
  • jobs based on social interaction
  • first apartment essentials
  • college packing list
  • doing your taxes
  • how to write a resume
  • protect ur home from break-ins
  • remove stains
  • plan your roadtrip wisely
  • interview questions to ask
  • be a better you
  • dealing w worst case scenario
  • things you never learned in high school
  • if you find yourself homeless

writing tips:

  • get inspired [x] [x]
  • become a better writer [x] [x] [x] [x] [x] [x]
  • smut writing [x] [x] [x] [x] [x] [x] [x] [bdsm] [] [les.] [bj] [lang.]
  • how to write a kiss [x] [x] [x] [x] [x]
  • plotting your novel [x] [x] [x]
  • add spark to your writing
  • birth order personality traits
  • 101 date ideas
  • naming your characters [x] [x] [x] + names
  • finish what you started
  • cliche finder
  • creating fictional characters
  • make your character likable
  • find that word you’ve been thinking about
  • writing point of views
  • interesting jobs [x]
  • mary sue warnings [x]
  • check writing
  • 8 words to avoid while writing
  • characters to avoid writing
  • writing someone with a mental illness [x] [x] [x]
  • rhyme zone
  • 100 words for facial expressions
  • writers block? [x] [x]
  • writing fictional relationships
  • describing someone’s voice
  • describing eye color
  • describing clothes [x] [x]
  • describing someone’s looks [x] [x]
  • wordhippo
  • calming sounds
  • worldwide weather
  • body language [x] [x] [x] [x]
  • family tree
  • create a house
  • character flaws [x] [x]
  • good traits and faults / bad traits and virtues
  • character traits [x] [x]
  • phobias [x] [x]
  • character secrets [x] [x] [x]
  • character quirks [x] [x]

grammar:

  • lots of stuff
  • proofreading
  • dialogue
  • semicolons and colons
  • dashes and parenthesis
  • hyphens
  • apostrophes
  • punctuation
  • variations of words

how to write _______:

  • lots of stuff
  • flirtatious characters
  • bitchy characters
  • distant characters
  • shy characters
  • rebellious characters [x]
  • manipulative characters
  • babies
  • injuries
  • male characters [x] [x]
  • someone high on ecstacy
  • someone high on cocaine
  • someone high on weed
  • someone drunk
  • friends with benefits relationship
  • british slang

writing generators:

  • lots of stuff
  • writing prompts
  • random name
  • personality
  • town
  • teen
  • character
  • character interests
  • family relationships
  • character motivation
  • flaws and weaknesses
  • character secret
  • character traits/quirks

for when you’re bored:

  • stupid games
  • kiss some giraffes
  • winterbells
  • pizza party pickup
  • tipton trouble
  • bueno rufus
  • chain reaction
  • find the invisible cow
  • shuffle
  • bored button
  • the useless website
  • crazy card trick
  • thisissand
  • super mario
  • highDEAS
  • this is the only level
  • sushi cat
  • find that song from that tv episode
  • make a fake text / tweet
  • diy masterpost

misc

  • open the tag u just closed
  • post limit checker
  • youtube video to mp3
  • music you’ve reblogged
  • cute lil backgrounds
  • reaction gifs
  • make shit transparent
  • themes
  • updates tabs
  • lifehacks
  • what the fuck should you do today
  • creepy wiki articles
  • more creepy shit
  • alt characters
  • discover who ur asshole anon is
  • what should i read next (v2)
  • textpost tricks
  • internet hacks
  • tumblr hacks i guess
  • free fonts holla
  • lots of cool sites
  • fake social network sites
  • watch a random movie on netflix
  • guide to a lazy day
  • !!!! super !!!! cheap !!!! books !!!! (inc. textbooks!!!!)
  • things to do in nyc for under $30
  • things girls can buy to protect themselves