Have a rude Hobi, have 10 of them to get through your interview and your exam and your competition 👀 (I got these after being bias wrecked by JK and trying to balance myself out again- treat them well)
ahh thank you sweetie :’) i’ll treat them with all the love they deserve don’t worry 😍
Imagine being Jungkook’s international (playboy) girlfriend, and you’ve never met in person before. You met online and fell in love. You decide to surprise him for his birthday by flying to Seoul and spending a week with him there.
You had just gotten off the phone with Namjoon, discussing arrival plans and the like. You were getting on the flight to South Korea in about four hours to surprise your boyfriend, Jungkook.
The two of you had never seen each other in person, so this was really exciting for you. You had met over Instagram, he had a fake account pretending to stan himself (talk about egotistical), and you had messaged him telling him that you liked his account despite not knowing who the infamous Jeon Jungkook was. He basically blew up and got you into BTS, however you were never a fangirl. You liked their music and thought they were wonderful people. That was it.
When he revealed to you that he was Jungkook, you didn’t believe it at first. It took a lot of proof to get you to believe him. Once you did, though, you became really embarrassed. It was after the two of you started dating, so the shock that you were dating an international superstar was a little overwhelming for you.
Deciding you had time to waste, you ran out of your room to the living room to tackle your best friend and roommate, Mac.
“(Y/N)!” He yelled, as you had made him spill milk everywhere, “That was for my cereal!”
After running around and goofing with Mac for about thirty minutes, the homosexual male reminded you that you had to pack for your trip. You gasped and ran into your room, beginning to throw bags together.
God, what Hell the airport was.
Mac had to drop you off, he hugged the living shit out of you before you walked off, then the guy in front of you had drugs on him, so you had to be questioned by the security as to whether you were with him or not or if you had drugs as well. After that, when you actually got on the plane, this hormonal pregnant woman was behind you. This was going to be a long ride. So, you thought, what’s your solution?
Sleep and music.
You woke up to the sound of that damned woman sobbing about fish drowning in the ocean. You can’t say you were too mad, though, considering her obnoxious crying woke you just in time for the plane to land. You quickly gathered your things and exited.
After you had everything, you found a masked Namjoon in a black car in the parking lot. You threw your stuff in the back seat and got in beside him.
“So,” He spoke in English, “You’re (Y/N)? You know how many lessons I had to give Jungkook so he could impress you with his English skills?”
You chuckled, surprising Namjoon by responding in Korean, “Yeah, that’s me. Sorry he bothered you so much.” “You know Korean?” “Well, since Jungkook took on learning more English for me, I wanted to contribute too. So I took up Korean, and I’m fluent, now.”
“Wow,” The rapper was pulling out of the parking lot, “Kookie is lucky to have someone like you. I’d say you’re a keeper,” He grinned at you. You smiled back at him, and the two of you made idle chat as you made your way to the dorms, where you would be staying. Once there, Namjoon snuck you in through the back and BTS’ manager winked at you, pointing towards the practice room where the rest of the band was.
Namjoon, after someone had taken your bags, walked in first. Everyone, you could hear, acknowledged his presence and Jungkook seemed quite emotional.
“Kookie,” Said Namjoon, “I have a really special present for you.”
“You didn’t have to get my anything, Hyung.”
“I didn’t get you something.. I got you someone.”
You knew that was your cue, so you walked in the room and Jungkook’s eyes were as wide as plates. He wasted no time in running over to you and hugging you, smashing his lips against yours.
You were just as emotional, small tears gathering at the edges of your waterline as there were cheers and yells in the background.
“(Y/N),” The maknae whispered breathlessly, “You’re here.”
You nodded, cupping his crying face, “I’m here, Kook. Happy birthday, Jagi.”
Jungkook wordlessly kissed you again, as his band members wrapped both of you in a huge group hug, laughing and yelling. You felt at home, and in that moment, you really didn’t want to leave.
What did you think of Harley in the suicide squad movie?
I’ve answered this a few times already, but essentially I thought that she was mostly in character and definitely the high point of the movie for me personally. It’s not even remotely close to being my favorite portrayal of her, but I liked it well enough that I sat through the movie like half a dozen times just for her lmao
All around him buildings are collapsing, everyone’s screaming, fires are roaring and Josh just stares in horror. It’s like his mind is coming out and into the real world, and he’s terrified. He tries to say something but can’t. He just ends up gasping for breath and groaning. He slides to the floor and growls, trying to calm himself but he ends up screaming and having a panic attack. “W-what’s happening?!” He can fell his scar throb and he grips at himself trying to stay calm but can’t. He looks up at someone. “Help me !” He screams, his eye turning white.
Alright, chaps! Tumblr have updated the mobile app with a default “best stuff first” thing which messes up the order of things appearing on your dashboard (and utterly killing discoverability, which is bad for arteests of all kinds).
You can turn this feature off by going to settings > general settings > dashboard preferences > turn “Best Stuff First” off.
I finally got my signed poster and the ticket to @therealjacksepticeye show framed!!! I’m still so happy I got to experience one of his first shows and I can’t thank him enough for coming to Minnesota and I really hope he comes back
‘Heroes are important. History books tell us who we used to be, documentaries tell us who we are now, but heroes tell us who we want to be and a lot of our heroes depress me. But you know when they made this particular hero (The Doctor), they didn’t give him a gun, they gave him a screwdriver to fix things. And not a tank or warship or X-wing fighter. They gave him a call box from which you can call for help. And they didn’t give him a superpower or pointy ears or a heat ray. They gave him an extra heart. They give him two hearts and that’s an extraordinary thing because I don’t think there will ever be a time when we don’t need a hero like the Doctor.’