Matt, do you feel like you and zero have grown enough in the last year to really heal your wounds and move forward in your new relationship? Are you worried either of you will repeat the mistakes of the past?
That kid is a whole headache but I’m still here, dude.
We spoke about some shit and the ball is in his court to do whatever he wants to do with that. I can’t question or care about anyone’s motives anymore than I already have. I mean, I mostly tolerate Z out of “love” and that shit is super foreign to me to begin with so you can understand why I’d be at my wits’ end by now. Whatever happens is on him.
About pony Lance: remember Celestia's legs? :3 They are so long and beautiful! And I mean: Lance is ALL legs, so no, it's perfect! <3 My star pony with his beautiful legs and cute smile! <3 <3 <3
ooohoho I have some headcanons hold on:
Lance and Keith are pegasi.
Lance is significantly taller than most pegasi, and some mistake him for a horse (and not a pony).
Lance’s specializes in rain clouds, and he creates The Best rain weather (according to him), perfect for staying indoors n cuddle, and just enough to water your flowers.
Keith is essentially Rainbow Dash, but angrier and lonelier.
Pidge and Hunk are unicorns
Hunk is a chef ofc, owns the most technically advanced restaurant in Equestria (w/ robots n’ shit!!)
Pidge is a bookworm much like Twilight, but is more interested in magic not created by ponies, but by nature itself - nature was there before ponies after all! She is determined to find out the secrets behind the laws of nature, no matter how long it takes.
Shiro is .. or was the best flying pegasi there was but lost a wing, along with his memory, in an accident.
I could go on honestly!!! I want to draw more of it aaadhsjdhs
You're blog makes me have some faith in humans and is aesthetically pleasing in so many ways. WE LOVE YOU
Thank you xoxoxox
I am a shit person sometimes but I try and be less shit.
Be good, walk carefully, stay hydrated, don’t be too anxious, just a friendly reminder that you’re worthwhile even at your worst and that perfection is attractive imperfection.
(I get worried a lot, that I do too much or not enough, that if I move in the wrong direction then I might hurt something, that if my presence doesn’t make the atmosphere happier then I have to take my shadow and run away but then you sort of remember that it’s not that big a deal that it’s all fine and everyone is lovely and we are all expressions of star dust and things like that, it’s okay to have a fast heart beat, it’s just a life and existence thing).
In fact, have a nice nice nice nice good good good great great WONDERFUL WEEK, I’m off to kick my deep black social anxiety up its gaping butthole, may you all find some happiness and pleasantness as you meander through the cold dark passage of life.
I have two questions dancing around my mind lately
1. Do you think IF the canon happen after all this time and all the drama, the impact will be the same as if it would happen sooner??
let me explain
I think all this drama in the fandom, all the crap coming from some Actor there and TPTB is afecting is some way how SOME people is feeling about the ship. If the day comes IT HAVE TO BE SUPER EPIC enough to some of us forget all the shit around??
2. A terrible headcanon: What if Negan knows how important Carol is to Daryl and he takes her as prisoner?
I’m scare about Carol this season.
If you want to say something about all this, your opinions are more than welcome.
Oooh my lord, I hope you see this, cuz I just found your WoLxAymeric fics, AND CAN I JUST SAY... They are absolutely fantastic!!! I have LITERALLY been reading them for 3 hoursish now?? You write so beautifully, passionately and everything is so vivid and full of emotion! Your WoL is so precious, and you write Aymeric so IC that I weep. Please don't stop writing, you are so talented ♡ and you seem like such an cool person, too! I hope you have a good day and sorry for the ramble ;u;)/ gggeeee
HI YES HELLO I AM DEAD? WELCOME! Thank you so much my wonderfully kind friend and dear reader I do not deserve you. I am probably gonna grin like an idiot all night now (as I write more because speak of the devil that’s exactly what I’m doing right now instead of sleeping) I really, really appreciate it. I am so happy you like my work and jfc thank you I hope you have a great night, day, week, everything. WHO’S RAMBLING NOW HUH?
I'd like to request (if I may) a scenario or headcanons revolving around a human dating an imp demon. Maybe just what the relationship is like, how dates tend to go, how they react to their friend & family dinners, etc.?
Honestly, they’re a little shit half the time. Demons are bad enough, but when they’re condensed, and have too much energy? It’s like hell on wheels- pun not intended. They love to prank everyone- strangers included- and sometimes, you get in trouble for it. They try to leave you out of it, but it doesn’t always work…
They’re very cuddly, though! They love to just climb up in your lap and curl up like a cat, sapping your warmth (or trying to get rid of their own), and just using you as a bed, honestly. They’re small enough to where it doesn’t hurt, but sometimes they lay down wrong, and jab you with their horns.
Hope you enjoy them jetpacking you, by the way. They’re almost always riding on your shoulders, or back, whenever you two go out in public together. People often wonder if they’re your child, until they speak with a DEEP ASS VOICE and scare everyone.
Honestly, imps don’t have families. They’re kind of like most smaller monsters- they have communities, but only in the sense that everyone works to help each other. Therefore, if someone leaves- be it because they’re dating a human, or something else, no one really cares (unless they’re really important, but they’ll get over it).
“These knobs, that want to protect the content they think they own — and somehow combine that with their need to be proud of something they have, which is often only their race or gender. It’s offensive to me as someone who was born male and white, and still works way harder than them, that there’s some white male [fan out there] trying to further some creepy agenda by ‘protecting’ my work. I’ve made no bones about the fact that I loathe these people. It f—ing sucks. And the only thing I can say is if you’re lucky enough to make a show that is really good that people like, that means some bad people are going to like it too. You can’t just insist that everybody who watches your show get their head on straight … And I’m speaking for myself — I don’t want the show to have a political stance. But at the same time, individually, these [harassers] aren’t politicians and don’t represent politics. They represent some shit that I probably believed when I was 15.”
10 Things I Learned as an Interviewer for the Interviewee
As a fourth year medical students (yikes) I was able to
become an interviewer for my medical school. So yes, that means maybe someone I’ve
interviewed may one day see this. Though probably not. Anyways, it was very surreal
to be on the other side of the process all these years later and while I’m
getting ready for interviews myself (anyone want me for residency, btw?)
A lot of expectations and previous notions about
interviews that I had really did change and I can see how intricate the process
actually is, and I get why we get asked the questions we do. At least somewhat
All experiences and interviewers are different but here
are some things I think can really help out the interviewee. Maybe things you
thought were hard and fast rules but aren’t or things you didn’t expect us to
be looking for. Anything to help! And while this is directed at pre-meds, the
advice should still general enough that anyone can use it, if they want.
Some things to know beforehand; I was part of a two-on-one
interview setting which lasted 30 minutes with a few preset questions we needed
to ask. The interview was blind, so we couldn’t see stats.
Take a second to
observe your interviewers.
This isn’t an open invitation to judge your interviewers,
but most of us are pretty telling in the way we present ourselves. If you can
take a break for the nerves for a second pay attention to our introductions,
our demeanor and how we’re dressed. It can give you a sense of how relaxed or
stringent we may be and what our personalities may be like even if we were told
to stay stone cold poker-faced. And always keep in mind who your interviewers
are and what departments they’re from. It can help guide the tone we set for
the entire interview.
Play off the
Now that you’ve taken a moment to take in your
surroundings use those to your advantage. If we’re playing tough, answer with
strength and intention. If we’re relaxed, don’t sit so stiff and maybe get us
to laugh. If you are asked thought provoking questions, take time to think about
it and provide thought provoking answers. The more you work with us, the easy
and more open a dialog becomes and the more personable the interview will
become. It’s a great way to show flexibility and adaptation, and for the
interviewers who did this well we found ourselves impressed.
If I’m offering
you information, take it.
If I am telling you that I am a 4th year and I
can answer your questions about rotations, classes, or student life I am
literally giving you questions to ask me in the event you have forgotten all of
yours. If faculty tells you which program they are a part of and what they
specialize in they are opening that line of information for you. They are
telling you were their interests and focuses are and you can run with that, if
Please, please do
We had an application who couldn’t tell us what they
liked our school. Had no idea what the mission statement was or what the goals
of the school were. Didn’t have a clue. I had to use my doctor face so I could
stay neutral. It was bad. I get that you just want to be in medical school but
come on. Point blank, there is no excuse for anyone to know nothing about the
program they’re interviewing for. You should also have worked out answers for
frequently asked questions. Getting stumped on classic medical school questions…it’s
a big red flag. So please plan ahead and do your research.
Pick the length of
your answers carefully.
Different types of questions prompt different types of
answers. There are a lot of questions that can prompt follow up questions.
Hobbies for example; going into every detail about your hobbies is probably
counterproductive. But that’s assuming you have a fair amount of things you
like to do that aren’t medicine. You can add a snip here and there, like “I’ve
done that for 15 years” or “it’s really a huge passion of mine” but if there is
interest in hearing more, we’ll most likely ask. If you only have one thing, don’t
think “I like running” is a good enough answer. Give us something to work with.
There are questions, especially theoretical ones or tell me a story situations
that are meant to be longer. And always keep in mind your time limit.
Be confident, not
There is a huge difference between smug and confident. We
had one prospect who gave this shit-eating “gotcha” grin after every question
they thought they had aced. It was almost like they were trying to directly
challenging me. It got to the point that I stopped caring what they were saying
and was just getting pissed. The answers could have been great (they weren’t)
but all that stuck with me was the cockiness. Not sure if you do that unintentionally?
That’s what practice interviews are for. There are very clear differences when
someone was proud of an answer and were pleased, and what this individual was
doing. And if you do act that way, personally, I don’t want you representing my
school, regardless of what your application looks like.
I don’t care about
the “right” answer. I care why.
I know there are certain questions answers that are kind
of set in stone. And I know straying too far from say, an ethics question, is
hard to do in a new and unique way. The way to make yourself stand out from the
crowd is to explain the reasons why you believe this to be the “right” answers
since those tend to differ among applicants and shows your critical thinking
skills past “well obviously this is the right answer”. Aside from that most
interviewers don’t have specific expectations for most questions. We’d rather
just hear about you and your personal experiences, honestly.
We’re not always
looking for your spoken answer.
Sometimes we’re looking at your body language. I will
purposefully ask questions I know there are only a few answers too. Not because
I want to know if you know it, but rather how you viscerally respond. Do you
look uncomfortable when answering an ethics or grades question? Did you answer
robotically? Are you still looking at me? Can you pick yourself back up after a
rough question? What you do speaks just as loud as the things your saying and I’m
looking for it.
Use your personality
and responses to show you want to be here. Not your grades.
This was not an isolated event. I had a few prospective
students speak about a class and sneak in “which I got an A in” and continue. Not
really a fan of that. I naturally assume that everyone we interviewed had good
enough grades and scores because, well, you’re at the interview. At this point
in the process all I want if for you to shine beyond those things and prove to
me that you can be a doctor on paper and in person.
Make me feel
connected to you.
In the end, I want to feel like I know who you are. I want
to know what you stand for and I want to experience the person who wants to
become a physician. I want to appreciate your story and how far you’ve come. We
don’t need to become best friends, we don’t need to have similar thoughts or
values or personalities. But I want to feel like we could understand each other
now and in the future. Let me be excited about you and for you. Let me want you
to be here so I can check accept.
I hope someone was able to get something useful from this because for all of you here dying to enter this crazy profession I want you to reach your goals. I really do, and I’m just doing all I can on the internet. Good luck to everyone on your interviews!
im so tired of fake friends..
and by fake friend I don’t mean friends that act cool to your face and then talk shit when you leave. No no no no. I mean something way worse than that.
I mean those “friends” who say they’ll always be there for you, the ones that tell you if you ever need anything you can always talk to me, but when you need them they’re nowhere to be found. The friends that make plans with you multiple times and make up some excuse for why they can’t come now or just never text you at all and you’re just stuck waiting until hours later they have some flimsy excuse as to why they never got back with you.
You know… those “friends”.
Jungkook quickly jogged in the direction of your dorm room. How could he be so stupid? Even if Y/F/N was his pen pal, he was willing to let go of you and your friendship? After everything? What a dick move, he thought to himself.
He didn’t know why you were the one apologizing when he was the dick who didn’t even look in your direction for the past two weeks. He wouldn’t be surprised if you didn’t open the door.
“Y/N?” He lightly knocked on your room door. Were you even there?
“He’s here,”he heard a low voice through the door.
“Shut up, Tae!” He heard you shush through the door.
“Y/N, I know you’re there,” Jungkook sighed, leaning his arm against the door.
“I don’t need to hear it. I know I lied to you and I’m sorry, okay?” You murmured.
“You’re not the one who should be apologizing. It’s me, really.”
“Yeah. I was an inconsiderate asshole who deserted you. Sure, I was hurt because I thought you were just averting me from meeting my pen pal whom you knew all along. But a part of me knew you wouldn’t do that. Yet, I didn’t listen to that part of me. So I stopped seeing you. At first, it felt like I was empty but then it hurt. Really hurt. I saw you around, alone at the cafe or on campus and damn, I was crushed. But I had my stupid pride and ignored your obvious sadness. You don’t know how much I wanted to walk up to you sometimes, but those times were when I was around Y/F/N.”
He heard you scoff at the mention of her name. He continued, “I honestly can’t believe that I was willing to give you up over something so stupid. You’re way too special to me, Y/N.”
“Meaning?”Taehyung shouted from the other side of the door, urging him to go on. Jungkook heard the sound of a smack and Taehyung winced,“Ow!”
From beside you, Taehyung sat criss-crossed, rubbing his arm which had a newly formed red mark on it. “What was that for?”
“Be quiet, would you?” You pleaded, nodding your head towards the door.
“Meaning I care about you…a lot. Maybe a little too much, for my own good,” Jungkook replied vaguely. What was that supposed to mean? You wanted to urge him to elaborate but it seems, once again, Taehyung beat you to the punch.
“Y/N, I love you.”
Before you could process what Jungkook had just said, an inhuman sound was heard from next to you.
Turning your head to the side, you saw Taehyung laying on the ground, clutching his chest, and his eyes shut.
“Namjoon hyung owes me twenty dollars!” He hollered, jumping up. “Y/N, I’m helping you out here. Have fun!” Taehyung opened the door and made eye contact with Jungkook for a split second, before breaking out into a grin.
“Good luck,” Taehyung patted Jungkook’s arm and slid past him and ran out of your dorm. Your eyes stayed glued to the carpet floor under you.
“You what?” You managed to speak.
Rubbing the back of his neck, awkwardly, he sighed, “Yeah, I know; funny way of showing it, right? But I guess I was just so hurt by what you ‘did’, and my pride got in the way.”
As if breaking out of your daze, you shook your head, “But I lied to you first. Yeah, you made me feel like absolute shit, but it was my fault. If I didn’t lie in the first place, this wouldn’t have happened.” You stood up in front of him.
“You had a good reason,” He said, softly.
“Being insecure? Wow, what a great reason,” You rolled your eyes at yourself.
Jungkook took hold of your hands, “I made you feel insecure. I was rude enough to accuse you for not being my pen pal once I got here. I’d do the same if a girl showed up at my door and looked at me the way I looked at you. But believe me, I never looked at you like that again.”
When you said nothing, he took it as an opportunity to keep talking, “As we kept hanging out, I realized how freaking attracted I was to you. Not because of your appearance, not gonna lie though, you rock the whole I don’t give a fuck about my hair look, but because of your personality. Whenever you were looking away or telling a story, man, I only had eyes for you. Call me cheesy but I don’t care. Y/N, I definitely don’t deserve you but please take into consideration my apology,” Jungkook pled, not letting go of your hands.
Looking down at his hands holding yours, you realized just how well they fit together. Feeling your cheeks heat up, as if you were just remembering that he was confessing, you looked away.
“Kook, I know you hurt me, but I forgive you.”
“That easily? No way. Can’t you yell at me or scold me?”
“Kook, I’m not your mother. I forgive you. It’s Y/F/N who I don’t, nor will ever forgive.”
Biting his lip, he looked down at you. “No offense because I knew you two were friends at one point, but she’s annoying as hell.”
“Oh, I know,” you scoffed with laugh.
“Seriously! If she wasn’t exposed I probably would’ve found out sooner that she wasn’t my pen pal. She was so…clingy? Definitely not my Sarcastic Princess,” he finished with a smirk.
“Your Sarcastic Princess, huh?” You raised an eyebrow.
“I still can’t believe I didn’t realize. You’re the same person! I mean, at least I don’t feel bad anymore, though,” He scratched the back of his neck.
“Feel bad about what?”
“I was kind of torn…I had this small crush on her but then I had feelings for you and you have no idea how confused I was as to how I could like two people at the same time. Turns out, it wasn’t two people.”
Rolling your eyes with a smile, you said, “Well, hey, if it makes you feel any better, the feelings are mutual.”
“They are? Even after–”
“If my actions were so easily forgiven by you, why can’t be yours?” You shrugged. “Plus, who needs drama? I miss our lazy days when all we cared about was that essay we needed to write for the next day.”
“I like the sound of that,” Jungkook smiled, thoughtfully. If he didn’t love you as much before, he certainly did now. Relationships weren’t perfect, but for the two of you, your fizzle happened before it actually started, and that was okay.
“So? Past is in the past?”
“First I need to do one thing…Hm, make that two things,” Jungkook grinned.
“What?” You furrowed your eyebrows.
“Firstly,” He began, before cupping your cheeks and placed a soft peck to your lips. It lasted only a few seconds, but it was enough to make your heart race.
After pulling away with a cheeky smile, Jungkook grabbed your hand and tugged you out of the room.
“Secondly, how about we get some revenge?”
WOOP WOOP I LIED! ONE MORE PART OR SO AFTER THIS ONE!
[ yall stay wanting to bring out the hoe in me lol thank you for requesting and hope you enjoy!! ;) ;) ]
Rated (M) for mature.
I think Jin would be soooo fucking spaced out for a minute - to the point he forgot where tf he was. Breathing heavily after you just finished rocking his world, he couldn’t even feel his body anymore, he was in the spirit realm now. It took a good five minutes for him to catch his breath, and come back down to earth, when he slowly directed his attention to your also sweaty figure - speechless.
Yoongi would be on cloud 3000 after this particular orgasm. Not only was it the hardest he had ever came, he hated to admit it, but you being dominate was definitely something he’d consider from now on for the future. From handcuffs, to orgasm-denial, all the way down to a vibrating cock ring, he thought you were planning on torturing him all night - and that’s exactly what you did.
After finally giving him what he begged for after two whole hours, you were 67% sure that he shot out almost half of his children onto the bed sheets and his stomach.
Dude didn’t even say anything afterwards, because lord knows he’d pass tf out after something like that. But, hey, actions do speak louder than words.
Don’t even get me started with this man. After an intense orgasm, give him about two minutes to be up and ready for a round two - I bet money on it.
Y’all could have just got done fucking each other from the bathroom, to the kitchen, to the window, to the wall - it didn’t matter - Namjoon, I imagine, has the hIGHEST sex drive a human being could ever endure. You could have just got done riding him like a stallion, and all this man will need right after cumming damn near everything he had is some water. He’ll be right as rain, after that.
“Break time’s over; face down, ass up, jagiya.”
It would be a silent staring contest between the two of you, as you enjoyed your high together. It was your honeymoon, and just his luck he happened to marry the kinkiest little shit in the universe. I don’t think he would even have enough energy for a round two, not after how well you just treated him, that first round felt like thirty.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” You breathlessly ask.
Hoseok would slowly glare at you, as he finally found his words. “There is no way in hell that you were a virgin before all this.”
“Hobi, I was a virgi-”
“wHy tHe fuCk yOu LyINg.”
Another one who would be completely fucked out and in the spirit realm, possibly chilling with Jin. He knew that he just had the most intense orgasm of his life because even when you pulled off him, he was still going! Load after load just streaming out of him, like a faucet, coating his stomach and thighs as he laid on his back in pure bliss.
“Damn, jagi, I might be the one who won’t be able to walk in the morning!”
He would be so proud of you; daddy’s little girl came a long way to where you were the one who had to give the aftercare for once, and he was stuck on his back in exhaustion while staring up at you in awe. If anything, you just made him add another reason to the list on why he should just wife you, already. Prepare to get praised and rewarded for the rest of the night.
“Did I do good, daddy?”
Taehyung would look up at you slowly, his eyes piercing into yours. As a slow smirk would creep on his face, he’d grin at you slyly, and say:
“Ready for round two?”
“But, isn’t daddy tired?” You would tilt your head in concern, only for him to gesture to his face before winking.
“My mouth isn’t.~”
Honestly, would be JungShook. Like, the two of you had sweat so much that the sheets looked like they just got done going through the washing machine.
In other words, they were drenched.
He’d be so shook, Jungkook would still be whimpering as you continued to ride him to help him through his high - body twitching so much from over-sensitivity that you had to hold him down by his shoulders. After calming down a little, you’d start whispering praises in his ear, soothing him by combing your fingers through his damp hair, while his arms were wrapped tightly around your waist.
“J-Jagi, you feel so good wrapped around me. Don’t stop, please, don’t stop..!”
And thus, would work him up to the point a round two would commence.
Summary: The reader wakes up to surprising news about her and Jensen.
Pairing: Jensen x Reader
A/N: I got a random idea so here’s a random drabble.
“Y/N L/N! Get your ass up!”
A high pitched shrill invades your dream world as incessant curse words begin littering the air. A blinding light appears and it makes you bury your head deep under the warm covers. The muffled growling noises you hear become much clearer once your sheets are abruptly
“Y/N!” Your best friend huffs. “Don’t make me chuck water onto your head!”
“What the fuck, Steph.”
You moan lowly, snatching your pillow away when she tries to steal it from you. “You psychopath.“
"I’m so mad at you right now. How come you didn’t tell me, woman?!” The bratty behavior continues as she stomps her high heeled boot into your hardwood floor.
Mafia!BTS Reaction: You Know Their Secret (Hyung Line)
Anonymous asked: Do you take reaction requests?? If so could u do a bts reaction where theyre in the mafia and try to keep it a secret from you but youve known for while and they just found out that you’ve known? tysm!!
A/N: I do take requests! I went kinda overboard, so I’m just gonna do the hyung line for now. Maknae line soon to
You had just taken a big bite
out of Jin’s latest dish. It was delicious and flavorful as always, but maybe a
little too much. You coughed, hitting your chest with one hand as Jin panicked,
rushing to bring you some water. After downing a whole glass, you breathed a
sigh of relief. So did Jin.
“I’m so sorry, honey! For a
second I thought I’d killed you.”
Still recovering, you weren’t
thinking as your next words tumbled out of your mouth.
“You’re a professional killer,
so it wouldn’t be a surprise.”
A long, heavy silence fell over the room as you both realized what you had just said. Horror twisted in your gut. Crap. How
could you cover this up?
“What did you just say?” Jin
asked, voice low with something very, very dangerous.
There was a long moment where
you both stood there, unmoving and unblinking, just staring at one another.
Then the panic settled in. Your breathing became quicker, your eyes wide. He
knew. He knew you knew. This was bad. He was angry. This was bad.
Jin took a step forward,
features softening as he approached you slowly, like one would approach a
“Darling, calm down. It’s—“
Thoughts still hazy, you turned
on your heel and made a break for the door, running as fast as you possibly
Jin was faster.
You barely made it out of the
kitchen when you felt his hand circle around your arm in a vice grip. In the
next instant, he slammed you against the nearest wall with terrifying strength
you had always known he possessed. You winced, screwing your eyes shut as you
looked down. You couldn’t look at him—you were afraid of what you would see.
Gentle but firm, his other hand
gripped your chin and made you look into his eyes. They were soft and gentle,
the same as they had always been. You felt yourself relax, just a little bit,
“I think,” he finally said,
“you and I need to have a little talk.”
You were home alone, so you
decided to take a long, much deserved bath. Eyes closed, you sighed as you
soaked in the steaming water. Then, you heard it. A loud bang and a crash from outside the door. Namjoon wasn’t supposed to
be home until very late that night, which could only mean it was a break in.
Your eyes snapped open and you
practically flew out of the tub, heart hammering in your chest as you thought
of your options. You knew Namjoon kept a gun in every room. It was how you
discovered his real occupation some time ago.
As quickly as you could, you
removed the bathmat at the base of the tub and felt around for a loose tile. Sure
enough, your search was fruitful. You grabbed the weapon and slowly backed away.
You didn’t want to use it, or even threaten anyone with it, so you stayed put,
hoping the intruder wouldn’t come into the washroom. No such luck. Soon enough,
the knob jiggled for a moment before the door was pushed open. With shaky hands
you put the gun up.
“D-don’t move! I’m not a-afraid
to use this!”
“Shit, baby, what the fuck?”
Namjoon stood before you, hands
up in surrender and eyes wide with shock as he stared at you in utter
disbelief. You could have cried at the
sight of your boyfriend. Shaking, you lowered the weapon. Then, enraged, you
lifted it again.
“You! You scared me half to death! What the hell is wrong
“What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with you?”
“Why do you have a gun?!”
“You’re in the mob and you’re
asking about your own gun?!”
You froze, realizing your
mistake. Namjoon stared at you, wide eyed. Then, he sighed, pinching the bridge
of his nose as he slouched in defeat, almost as if he’d been expecting this. You
wouldn’t be surprised if he had.
“Ok, before we have this
conversation,” he said, voice exasperated, “could you please put the gun down? And maybe put some clothes on?”
You looked down at yourself and
blushed, placing the gun back on the floor and running past him into the
“If you like,” he said, voice
amused and suggestive, “we could save the clothes and the conversation for
Yoongi was still sleeping when
you decided to slip out of bed and make breakfast for the both of you. You were
flipping pancakes in the kitchen when you heard the unmistakable sound of a
knock on the door. You nearly jumped out of your skin, dropping one of the
pancakes in the process. Cursing, you turned the stove off and marched to the
When you opened it, you were
surprised to find two men you had never seen before standing in front of you.
You immediately stiffened,
thinking about Yoongi’s job. Did they know him? Were these friends or enemies?
Were they dangerous? Were you about to get kidnapped? You were so going to kill Yoongi if you got
kidnapped because of him.
You fixed the two men with an
“May I help you?”
The men looked almost as
surprised to see you as you were to see them. They shifted uncomfortably,
looking at one another.
“Uh. Is Suga home?”
‘Suga’ was Yoongi, you knew.
You also knew it was a name only his friends knew him by, if the papers you
found in his office were anything to go by. Still, you didn’t trust these guys
“Who are you?”
They looked at each other.
“Uh. I’m V and that’s Jimin.
“His underlings. Yeah, I know.”
You sighed, relieved when you recognized their names. “Sorry, but Suga’s—”
You jumped when you felt the heat
of another body pressed against your back. Yoongi was standing there, still
shirtless, using an arm to lean against the doorframe as he fixed the two
visitors with a glare.
“Whatever it is, it can wait
Without saying another word,
Yoongi grabbed the door and shut it in their faces. He sighed, still pressed
right up against your back. You squirmed, trying to step away from him, but
started when you felt both of his hands firmly grasp each of your arms. He
pressed further into you, leaning in until you felt his breath on the back of your
You shivered—out of fear or something else, you weren’t sure.
“How long,” he said, his low
voice practically a whisper as he spoke into your ear, “have you
known about this?”
You and Hoseok were getting some shopping done when you passed by a
department store, one of the very upscale and intimidating ones that you dared
not enter by yourself. So, naturally, Hoseok decided to drag you inside.
“Come on, it’ll be fun!”
You rolled your eyes at his
antics, but obliged nonetheless. He was so happy, after all. While inside, you
found yourself surprised as something caught your eye. It was a beautiful
silver watch. You leaned over the glass case displaying it, admiring the piece.
You had always wanted one of these high-end accessories, but you could never possibly
“Like what you see, babe?”
You jumped, having almost
forgot you were there with your boyfriend. Smiling, you nodded, but shrugged it
off with a small, disappointed sigh.
“Yeah, but when in a million
years could I ever afford something like this?”
Hoseok blinked, staring at you
for a moment in thought before he spoke again, smile ever-present.
“I’ll buy it for you.”
You raised your eyebrows. Of
course, you knew Hoseok could afford
this sort of thing. He was a mobster after all, and a pretty damn successful
one, from what you gathered. But still, he didn’t need to know that you knew. So, you shook your head.
“If I can’t afford it, then you
“Yes, I can,” he replied,
“No, you can’t.” You glared at
him. “I don’t want it that bad, Hoseok.”
“Sure you do.”
“Babe it’s ok, I’ll buy—“
“If I want this watch,” you
snapped, irritation taking over you, “then I want it with good, honest money.
Not—“ you gasped, cutting yourself off once you realized what you said.
“Not what, babe?”
Everything around you seemed to
stop—the bustling department store seemed empty, the lights seemed dimmer. All
you could focus on was Hoseok, his eyes darkening while the smile remained on his
face. You had a feeling you weren’t the first person to be on the receiving end
of such a look. Your sweet, loving boyfriend was replaced with someone else.
He was terrifying.
Still smiling, Hoseok leaned
forward until your faces were centimeters apart.
“Sweetheart,” he said, his sweet voice laced with venom, “is there something you’d like to tell me?”
please allow me to introduce you to everyone’s favorite Rubik’s cube of the sea, the Yellow Boxfish. they’re, uh.
well. see for yourself.
a vision of geometric perfection and kissy lips
despite looking like an ocean-borne Bethesda glitch, the Yellow Boxfish is a real animal with hopes and dreams just like yours.
well, maybe slightly more angular
found in warm water reefs worldwide, (say that five times fast) Yellow Boxfish start life tiny and bright yellow, eventually fading in color as they reach their adult length of about 18 inches. they live mostly off algea and the bitter tears of mathematicians. (just wait until they discover the Hypercube Boxfish)
your frustration sustains me!
we STILL don’t know how they work- being a literal cube seems to make them incredibly agile swimmers, but we’re not sure why. maybe the ocean is just really into right angles?
nature just loves rectangles I guess
also just in case they weren’t weird enough, they also have a bad habit of squirting a deadly poison everywhere whenever they get startled, like an excitable toxin grenade
PANIC! PANIC! RELEASE THE TOXINS
while it is an efficient way to murder the shit out of every other fish in the general vicinity, this toxin has zero effect on humans. unless you were to attempt to eat the Boxfish, so don’t do that.
you probably couldn’t anyway, this is what a Boxfish skeleton looks like
Yellow Boxfish are popular pets and are kept by many aquarists. your local fish store may have one right now, go say hello! but gently, lest you accidentally startle this weird dumb square toxic grenade of the sea.
Hi! I was wondering whether you might have pointers to resources for gifted+ADHD adults, if there are any decent ones out there that don't minimize the disabling nature of ADHD and just treat it like a magic creativity bonus. I hope this isn't presumptuous to ask, but I'm really struggling with stuff like being able to go to bed in time to get enough sleep at the same time as holding down a career that makes people go "ooooo you must be ~so smart" and am incredibly frustrated by the combination.
Giftedness is such a frustrating thing to talk about, because there are all these cultural narratives around ~bragging and ~egotism and shit and like… no. Giftedness isn’t important to me because I want to be TEH SMRTST, it’s important to me because I had no friends as a child. Realizing, “Hey, I have this neurodivergence that means that OF COURSE 99.9% of the kids I meet think I’m weird” meant I stopped thinking that I was just uniquely broken and unlovable.
It’s about being smart enough to name all the moons of Jupiter, but not realizing the other 7-year-olds don’t want to hear them. It’s about being literally mandated by all the adults in your life to do work that they know is too easy for you for a dozen years, and having your executive function atrophy, and then almost drowning when you’re thrown in the river of work hard enough for you in college.
Anyway, the term for giftedness+disability (learning disability, autism spectrum, physical disability, mental illness) is “twice-exceptional” or “2e”. Twee as fuck, but whatever, it’s googleable. I guess parents don’t want to be like my friend Feather and call it “comorbidity”. I also find ADDitude magazine to be a perpetually good resource.
Fortunately (unfortunately?) a huge number of resources for ADHD adults honestly are aimed at Gifted ADHD adults, just because most things written about psychology and self-help are inaccessible to people who aren’t cognitively strong. So if you like reading tons of psychological literature, ADDitude has a list of classics in the field.
Can u do an angst imagine when yoongi calls you clingy, you change and then regrets it
“I love you,” you sang with a giggle into Yoongi’s ear. He seemed to cringe, a flash of annoyance passing over his brow, before he removed your hands from around his headphones which you’d lifted and replaced it on his head. “I’m trying to work right now, (y/n),” he drawled. “What,” you pouted playfully, “just my name? No baby, sweety, or honey? No milk, no suga?” You laughed at your own joke. He didn’t.