the weather is crazy hot

something like love

Originally posted by jinjks

Love is something like a whirlpool of crazy insane emotions that thickens and brews in your heart and stomach and mind until you decide that maybe, yeah, you are falling so far in love.

pairing: jungkook | reader ; barista!jungkook
words: 3.4k 
genre: a tinge of angst and a wHOLE LOT OF FLUFF
summary: jungkook isn’t good with words, especially with girls whose dumb boyfriends dumped them but miracles do happen on a Saturday rainy night when you showed up drenched and desperate for a hot mug of hot chocolate.
a/n: LATE BIRTHDAY GIFT TO MY LOAF @pennelty honestly i don't know why the heck you want angst but i tRIED so pls love it for me thanks b.

The first time Jungkook met you, you belonged to another man, hands intertwined with tender loving eyes that gazed into each others for hours as Jungkook catches on little remnants and snippets of muffled conversation that were exchanged with steaming mugs of coffee beneath your noses.

It didn’t instigate any conflicting emotions the moment your frame enters the little café situated in the corner of the streets, a canopy from the congestions and city life of Seoul. Yet, as weeks pass, and your presence became a regular to the baristas and even the usual customers of the café, Jungkook had taken a fond habit of taking his time to drink you in every time you stopped by, specifically on late Saturday afternoons, where the glory of the sun rays dimmed and the chilling air was a perfect time for a cup of coffee. His colleague, Jimin became suspicious when Jungkook demanded to work for the Saturday shift, but even frequent squabbles and interrogations could not get Jungkook to admit anything he had for you.

But like the first time, and every other times, you had been and always will be belonged to another man; the intimacy and ardent aura that the both of you radiated stirring unwanted feelings and soon enough, when hand holding turned to chaste kisses, Jungkook didn’t bother to fight down the venomous jealousy that spread in his veins like wildfire.

Whatever peculiar dangerous emotions he was feeling, Jungkook knew he had no reason to intervene, to stop the ruthless battle in his heart as he watched the beautiful smile of yours, stars that swirled in your eyes like the galaxies that he maps out in his mind and the dulcet laughter that brought life to the ever so empty café. And while he unearths his greatest desires that lie in the heart of a stranger he only conversed in coffee language, Jungkook wishes that he was the very reason for all your beautiful things.

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good times

bughead fanfiction - unbeta’d - oneshot


“Important encounters are planned
by the souls long before the bodies
see each other.”
—Paulo Coelho

Jughead Jones has a specific spot at his local diner.

He has a routine every Monday, Wednesday and Friday. He wakes up, goes to his morning class, spends the next three hours at a 50’s themed diner named ‘Good Times’, goes back to campus for his final two classes before retiring back to his dorm for an evening of video games, studying or Netflix binging.

He’s been a regular for the past two years since moving to Atlanta, Georgia.

The owner of the restaurant knows him by name. The employees know his order by heart and they take no offense to his poor socializing skills—or rather, lack thereof. And while he has no literal claim to the small booth by the restaurant’s main window facing the city, Jughead knows that most people who frequent the establishment know that table is his.

So it’s a bit of a surprise when, on a regular Monday morning, Jughead discovers someone’s sitting in his booth.

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It’s fucking hot, hot
Winter in the city
Something ‘bout this weather made these kids go crazy
It’s hot, even for February
Something 'bout this sun has made these kids get scary
Oh, writing in blood on my walls and shit
Oh, oh my god
Tripping off from the walls into the darks and shit

- Lana referring to the Manson Family murders in her new song 'Heroin’.

At Charles Manson’s command, a small group of his most ardent followers brutally murder five people at the Benedict Canyon home of director Roman Polanski, near Hollywood. The victims are Polanski’s pregnant wife, actress Sharon Tate, writer Wojciech Frykowski, coffee heiress Abigail Folger and celebrity hair stylist Jay Sebring. Also killed is Steven Parent, who was a friend of the family’s gardener. The murders are committed by followers Tex Watson, Susan Atkins, and Patricia Krenwinkel. Linda Kasabian accompanies them as a lookout.

Manson, displeased at the sloppiness of the previous night’s murders, accompanies a group of followers on a search for victims. In the car are: Watson, Atkins, Krenwinkel, Kasabian as well as Leslie van Houten and Steve “Clem” Grogan. After several hours, the group comes upon the house of supermarket executive Leno LaBianca and his wife, Rosemary. The couple are brutally murdered by Watson, Atkins, Krenwinkel and Van Houten.


“I was hoping to call you, to ask you if you wanted to go fishing but then… I remembered I forgot to ask for your number,” Nate said with a laugh. Laelia smiled, because she’d thought the same. 

“I’ll write it down for you and maybe we can exchange numbers?” she inquired. 

“Yeah. That would be good. It gets pretty boring just fishing and reading all day, It’s time I spent time with someone other than myself right?” Nate joked and inquired an eyebrow at her. Laelia couldn’t help but laugh softly at his gesture. He was becoming easier to be around or maybe she was becoming used to him. It helped that he was clothed. 

“Have you always liked fishing?” Laelia asked. She wanted to know more about him. She hoped that maybe the could become friends or something of the sort. 

“Nah. Picked it up when I got here,” he said. His smile faltered slightly as he continued, “I originally wanted to do art. Went to school for it and shit.”

Laelia had spotted the paintings in his front yard and the easel with the unfinished painting near the art pieces. She assumed he was working on something new. 

“But I don’t do that anymore,” he continued, answering her internal inquiries about him. “Fishing takes a lot of patience, but it lets me sort through all the things in my mind.”

“I know what you mean,” Laelia agreed. “I mean, I’m not an artist or anything. I can’t draw to save my life and I can’t break down art.. but yeah, that’s why I like gardening. It lets me be with my thoughts. As weird as it sounds.”

“It’s not weird,” Nate said and shifted a little closer to her. “I can tell how much you love your garden and it grows, in this hot and crazy weather. You’re working some amazing magic, Laelia.”

“Well… maybe you can work magic and help me catch something… even if it’s sea sludge?” she asked shyly and lowered her eyes away from his. 

He rested his hand over hers causing her to heart to jackhammer violently in her chest. Laelia looked at him with surprised eyes as he pulled her off the couch with her hand firmly clasped in his. 

Well then, we’ll see. Let’s go fishing.” 

anonymous asked:

Hey! Just wanted to let you know that you are JELIX QUEEN (relax, I'm not assuming gender). I've always liked it a lot more than Septiplier and I found your art not long after Cringemas. Very random question... what is the weather like in Russia? I live in Australia so i's probably very different. BYE!!!! ~ Sparrow

that’s an honor to be called jelix queen i want this on my grave yes thanks even though i thing jelixpo is the real jelix queen

this summer is really crazy, like half of the June it was raining non stop, then it was fucking hot as hell, then it was raining with thunderstorms and hailstones and constant storm warnings, in July it was hot af again all fucking month, I was dying, and now it’s raining a lot again in August?? the shit weather really

mostly it’s just hot in summer idk why it was so crazy this year, but i think it’s usually not so different from australia (but in winter it sure is ahaha)

anonymous asked:

What abouy Baku, todo, and Izu with a S/o who is from America and they just ask them everything "Does everyone really say yee-haw in Texas?" "Do the dogs there eat hamburgers too?" "How do you guys do in school "

((ok fun fact I live in texas and so i love when people send in stuff like this bc it gives me a chance to shit talk my homeland lol

also bakugou totally watched this video before asking about this))

“So what’s the fucking deal with the American Midwest?” The two of you were walking back from training when Bakugou asked, entirely out of the blue. Why did he care? What was he talking about? Was this because you were talking about home earlier?
“Can you be specific? There’s a lot of Midwest to reference.”
“Don’t dumbass me! I mean, like, why do they,” he made some confused gesture with his hands, “talk like that?”
You couldn’t help it. You’d never heard him so confused before. You tried to stifle your laughter, you really did, but to no avail. “Hey, stop laughing! It’s a good question!!”
“No, no, sorry man, but like… I really don’t know either. Good old Cornville is hardly the same as the real world and I’m thoroughly convinced it’s all a mass fever dream.”
He was looking at you warily out of the corner of his eye, probably a little embarrassed over making you laugh so hard at a simple question. “So you don’t know?”
“Sorry to disappoint, Baku, but nope. Like I said, it’s a different world. A different language within the same language. Wheat Town is a fucking anomaly, my dear.” Bakugou just rolled his eyes. You could tell he was a little disappointed that he didn’t get an answer, and very embarrassed about asking in the first place. “Why’re you curious, anyway?”
He was staring straight ahead. He was embarrassed! How cute. “You always talk about America, so I guess I was just interested, is all.”
“Aw, it’s sweet of you to take an interest! If that’s the case, I’ll try and answer your questions as best I can.”
“There won’t be any more questions! Fuck off!”

“But yeah, Texas is pretty gross. I mean, unless you like crazy hot weather and really terrible alcohol.” Todoroki gave you a look. “Not like I’ve had alcohol, obviously!”
You had been going through some old pictures when you found some from when you were little and still living in America, and Todoroki had been asking little questions about what it was like. You guys were currently on the southern part of the country, chatting about stereotypes of each region.
“Okay, but does everyone say ‘howdy’ and ‘yee-haw’ and stuff?” You couldn’t hold in a laugh at his accent. Honestly, you’d probably pay him to say more words in English.
“It’s mostly ironic at this point, but yes, most people do. If anyone under the age of 40 is talking like that, you know it’s a joke.”
“Did people ever do that seriously?”
“Stereotypes have to come from somewhere, Todoroki. That was waaaaay back in the day though, so it’s really only super old people from rural areas that actually speak that way, you feel?” He just nodded, satisfied with your answer. “Any more questions?”
“How are you people not dead yet with that pizza?”

“The way school works is so weird here.”
Midoriya looked up from his journal to look you in the eye. “What do you mean? How else would it work?”
“Like, the teachers rotate here.”
“What’s it like in America?”
“The students move. Everyone’s got a different schedule and they just go to the right room at the right time.”
The look on his face could only be described as a mix between confusion and mild fear. “Wait, but then where do you keep your stuff?”
“You take it with you, Midoriya. You don’t carry around that much, and there are lockers you can use if you need.”
“How do you not get lost?”
“Oh, you do.”
“Wait, you said everyone has a different schedule?” You nodded your head. “Then how do you get to know your classmates? That’s a lot of different people!”
“Dude, you don’t become familiar with all of them, that’s ridiculous.”
Midoriya looked back down at his notebook. “America is a large, confusing place.”
You just snickered at him. “Yeah, what else is new?”
“…I’m glad you came here, instead.”

The Summer In Prague

My gift for the lovely @caren-ortensia for the @emimikeweek exchange thingy!
I sent this gift privately for the giftee to enjoy beforehand, so now it’s time to show it to the world, too! 
Because of the wonky format I decided to make this at, I had 0 idea how to publish it, but, here we go :D 

Dear Mila,

We’re finally in Prague! But the ride was terrible. The AC in the bus stopped working shortly after we left and the weather is crazy here. Is it so fucking hot in Saint Petersburg, too? It was like 36 °C all day, Mickey almost fainted at one point.

But we’re finally here and that’s important! The hotel is bomb. I was angry at first since Mickey chose a really expensive one, but after the ride we’re so glad to have such a comfy room with GIANT beds and an ENORMOUS bathtub! Mickey is soaking in the tub right now, so I have a bit of time for myself here, unpacking and stuff. You know, this girl’s dresses have to hang!

We’re having dinner in the hotel restaurant tonight and tomorrow we’re starting our adventure! I booked us a guide because I’m pretty sure we would get lost here in no time. Prague has so many back alleys and side alleys, it’s insane. Besides, we don’t want to spend money on overpriced stuff and the guide should help us with that!

But I’ll tell you more tomorrow. Super sleepy now. Talk to you soon!

Love you,

Sara <3

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anonymous asked:

chilly air :)

what’s your least favorite and favorite type of weather?

my least favorite type of weather is when it’s dead in the middle of summer and crazy hot and muggy, and you can hear all the bugs buzzing when you go outside. my favorite is in late fall/ early winter where it’s cold but not bitterly cold, and just starting to snow. 

Sleepless Nights

The Maze Runner Imagine (Thomas)

Request: I really like your blog could you do a Thomas imagine where your really under the weather and haven’t been sleeping at night and he takes care of you?

Note: Thank you! This one is actually a bit short but I liked writing it, sooo I hope you like it too :)

I shifted in my hammock. This night was most certainly one of the worst since I’ve been at the Glade. My head ached like a builder had processed it with his hammer.

The weather had been going crazy the past few days. One minute it was hot as shuck and in the next one cold wind blew through your hair. Now it was number one’s turn.

My feeling told me it was about three in the morning. “Uhg,” I sighed and kicked the blanket off of my feet. With a quiet rustling sound it fell to the floor.

After another shift I closed my eyes and tried to get back to sleep again. I succeeded for maybe ten minutes till I got cold. My dear friend called wind blew through my open window.

Groaning I took my blanket again, wrapping it around me. This annoying back and forth game repeated for a while until I finally gave up and swung my legs out of bed. Goodbye well-deserved sleep.


As I prowled through the unnaturally quiet Glade (I only heard a few griever screeches somewhere behind the closed maze doors) I somehow managed to end up in front of Thomas’ hammock. A slightly odd feeling took over my body.

 Was it creepy to watch someone sleeping? Was it creepy to admire their peaceful faces? I came to the conclusion that it wasn’t unless the watched person woke up. Well, then it was creepy.

My attempt to hide behind a nearby bush failed. Thomas caught me.

It took him a few minutes to identify my face but as soon as he had recognized me a small smile spread across his own. “(Y/N)? What are you doing here?”

Quickly I closed my eyes and stretched out my arms. “I’m sleepwalking.”

A chuckle escaped his shapely lips. “I see.”

“Sorry,” blushing I ran a hand through my messy hair. “I didn’t want to wake you. I just couldn’t sleep.” Wow, I’ve never been so happy about darkness. This way my fiery red cheeks remained hidden from his sight.

“I understand. You want me to bear you company?”

“I actually hoped that I could bear you company. But I guess this amounts to the same thing.” All of a sudden he gently grabbed my hand and pulled me down next to him. It was a little bit of an awkward situation because honestly, I’ve never been this close to a boy. Not to mention one I like.

I could feel his broad chest against my back. The heat crawled to my cheeks again. Nevertheless I inconveniently turned around to face him, nearly falling to the ground.

“Hi,” he mumbled and tucked a strayed strand of my hair behind my ear.

“Hey,” I replied in a hushed tone.

“Why weren’t you able to find some rest?”

“It’s the weather, I guess. It changes from hot to cold in like two minutes. My body isn’t used to it yet, that’s all.”

“The last few days it really got crazy. Outside these big walls it’s literally hell. Minho even suggested to take a break for a couple of days till everything’s back to normal.”

“This shuck-faces of creators want to test us, I’m sure. They want to see how we react to the different climate,” I furrowed my eyebrows causing him to laugh. “What?”

“Are we really talking about the weather?” Now he mentioned it.

I joined him. “I think it’s time to change the subject.”

“I’m glad you came tonight,” his breath on my neck sent shivers down my spine.

“Why?” I whispered. I didn’t have the guts to speak up.

“Because I barely see you during the day. So I use my nights to spend some time with you. And I like the fact that I’m now taking care of you.” An allusion to my job as med-jack. Thomas was one of my regular guests.

“I like you taking care of me,” yawning I closed my eyes, “at your side I feel as safe as nowhere else in the Glade.”

“Glad to hear. But now try to find some sleep,” his lips softly met my forehead. “Just a few more hours until the sun rises.”

“Will you still be there when I wake up?” I snuggled closer to him. “

Of course.”

“Okay. Good night, Tom.”

He wrapped his strong arms around me. “Good night, (Y/N). Love you.”

“Love you too,” I mumbled as I devoted myself to the compelling sleep.