this is how i spent my lunch break

For my HP title scramble– @nopunattempted‘s suggestion.

…my boyfriend thinks he’s funny, but I think I’m funnier.

RIP Club Penguin

I was the little girl who had all of the puffles in real life, and made them into little families with the keychains as the babies

I was the little girl who would always bring my Card Jitsu cards to primary school and I’d set all of my little friends up on a mat during lunch break and teach them how to play

I was the little girl who always had a membership and subsequently made my friends hella jealous because of all my puffles, clothes, and furniture

I was the little girl who only ever got to meet one ‘penguin celebrity’ - Rockhopper - and spent most of my time on tracker websites trying to track the other ones.

I was the little girl who was a badass at bean counters and taught all my friends about the jelly bean version

I was the little girl who occasionally got random penguins banned because I was a bit of a bitch

I was the little girl who used all the puffle coin codes before giving them to other kids, only for them to learn that they were no longer valid

I was the little girl who had a giant Club Penguin 9th birthday, which was probably the coolest one my school had ever seen - complete with a cake that looked like a blue puffle

I was the little girl who got her Club Penguin cards stolen by a little shitty boy and tried to track them down with @pidgeonkatie and my other friends before a boy named Hugh saved the day

I was the girl who’d organise server meet and greets and log onto Club Penguin in the school computer labs even where I wasn’t allowed

I was the girl who forgot to get my puffles all the time and never failed at feeling bad about it

I was the girl who first played Club Penguin at my friend’s house, only to think it was the coolest thing ever

I was the little girl who loved that game with my whole heart, and despite having never played it in like five years, I still feel a little sad that it’s over.

Thanks for being such a great friend to a little girl, Club Penguin, and thanks MortaDela, Rose8008, and all my other primary school friends I’d always play with.

Because When It’s Only Raining, It's Better To Surrender - Part 3

Rainbow 

Author: @dylan-trash-tbh & @golddaggers

Pairing: Stuart x Reader  

Words:5422 

Warnings: abusive relationship, swearing, smut 

 A/N: PART THREE! this part fucked me up so much. I was so frustrated and I changed it 2636382 times. And to be totally honest.. I hated the whole thing and was really close to giving up.

You can thank @golddaggers for not letting me delete this and for motivating me. Thank you sooooooo much for helping me again and for being my partner in crime for this 🐷💕

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Originally posted by minsmochi

Stuart backed away, his eyes widening a little. The shock etched to his irises told me that he was not expecting me to say that nor the fact I had a boyfriend.

“Excuse me?” The brown haired man in front of me asked, finally breaking the uncomfortable silence. “You have a what?”

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New beginning Pt.2 (so much for oneshot)

(A/N) First of all: I, personally, don’t have anything against Taylor Swift. I took her as a character, because of the relationship she had with Tom some time ago. It was the time, I just lost interest in Tom Hiddleston for a few weeks. So, if you want to hate on me, go ahead, but don’t think I will take you seriously or change anything because of that.
Second of all: I just left the first point, but this here is new. I hope you like the secnd part, and yes, I’m planning on a thrid one. That’s going to be the last part.
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Summary: Imagien working on the set of ‘The Avengers’ and falling in love with Tom Hiddleston. You being way to shy, don’t tell him about your crush. But as your bestie, Taylor Swift, visits you, she crushes on Tom and they become a couple, even though she knew about your crush. The rest of the cast comforts you and helps you to get over it.

Pairings: Tom Hiddleston x Taylor Swift

Warnings: negative things about Taylor Swift, a little angst I guess

Original: here

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Originally posted by consdeleonn

Seven months later

“Hey honey! I’ll be a bit late. Got hold up at work. I’m sorry.” Jai sounded breathless over the phone. He was probably running to get to this little diner, where we decided to meet up. “Don’t worry! I’ll just order the drinks. The usual?” Confirming my suspicion, I hung up and waved at one of the waiters.
“What can I get you, Miss?” “One beer and one coke, please.” Scribbling down my order, the waiter walked away. I used the spare time, and checked my new messages and mails.
Three movies asked me to do their make-up, Scarlett wanted to know how I’m doing and as always, there were some from Tom and Taylor. I really thought I made it clear that I didn’t want to stay in contact with them, but they still reached out to me on a daily basis. Well, A+ for trying I guess.
But I was happy with Jai. He was a world-famous actor, but he always had time for me.
I met him on the job, and it instantly clicked. He treated me the same way he treated his famous co-stars, and after a few weeks of doing his make-up, he asked me out. Of course, I said yes. He was incredibly nice to me and, let’s just say that he doesn’t look to bad.
I was lost in my day dreams and didn’t notice the waiter putting down our drinks. I also didn’t notice the man that sat down in the chair across from me.
“Hey sweetheart.” Jai waved his hand in front of my day, causing me to snap out of it and focus on reality. Smirking at me, Jai, still breathless, gulped down half of his beer instantly. “Hey. I hope you didn’t run.” Instead of answering, he shot me a coy smile.
That’s exactly what I loved about Jai. We could always joke around, no matter what situation.
We spent the rest of our lunch break chatting and, of course, eating. Everything was perfect.
Well, until a tall, brown-haired man entered with a blonde woman.
What are the odds of Tom and Taylor coming to the exact same diner, we were eating at? Big enough, I guess. I ducked my head and silently prayed that the pair wouldn’t notice me, or Jai. But I knew my luck, and I wasn’t surprised when the two stopped right next to our table.
“Y/N, how nice to see you. You haven’t been replying to my messages lately.” She seriously didn’t get the hint. Even though it wasn’t just a hint. I told her the she should never contact me again. Ignorance is a bliss, or in this case a curse. “Can I help you?” Jai’s voice was cold and distant, completely different than usual. And it had the effect he wished for. Taylor took a small step back and Tom followed her.
“I-I guess not. It was good seeing you Y/N.” Tom pulled Taylor behind him, out of the diner. She was complaining, but her boyfriend just ignored her.
Wow. Lunch was definitely ruined now. A wonder Jai even put up with me for that long, with Taylor and Tom always on my heel. I shoved my plate away from me and leaned back in my chair. “Don’t worry about it.” Jai took my hand across the table and shot me a warm smile.
Although there was no way he would be satisfied with the little food he ate, Jai declared that he had enough and paid for the meal. I gave up, trying to pay. Instead I took care of our apartment, went grocery shopping and cleaned.
After leaving the diner, we decided to stroll through the park. Hand in hand, we walked by trees and over a small bridge, before Jai’s phone started ringing. The call didn’t take long. “I’m so sorry! I’m needed back on set.” He looked miserable, but I just smiled at him. “How many times do I have to tell you, not to worry. Are you coming home, or are you staying on set over night?” “I’ll have to stay ther.” Smiling, I pressed a quick kiss to his lips. What was only meant as a short goodbye kiss, turned out to be much more passionate than expected. After a few seconds, he pulled away and smirked at me. After one last peck to the lips, he took off running.

Another night I’m going to spend alone…

Wearing one of Jai’s shirts, I stood in the kitchen, cooking myself dinner. Since I’d be alone, it was only some vegetables with crème fraiche. Humming along to the radio, I started to wiggle my hips to the beat. It didn’t take long for me to sing at the top of my lungs and wildly dance around the kitchen.
A knock sounded on my door and at first, I thought I had been too loud and my neighbours were here to complain. My second thought was that maybe Jai managed to come home tonight. But what never occurred to me, was that Tom was standing in front of my door.
“T-Tom? What are you doing here?” My eyes widened and I instantly felt the need to put on some pants. “I…just wanted to talk to you. I have something I want to tell you.” Shaking my head and inwardly cursing at myself, I let Tom inside the apartment and led him to the living room.
“Wait here, I’m going to put some pants on.”
After I returned, I sat down on the other side of the couch, as far from him as possible.
“You wanted to tell me something?” I raised my eyebrows at his unsure expression. Tom was a lot of things, but he has never been unsure of anything! That was definitely something new.
“Yeah…I-You see-!” “Spit it out!” I was getting annoyed at his behaviour. If I’m going to talk to someone, I think about what to say first.
“I love you!”
What? Did he really just say that? I opened my mouth, wanting to say something, but nothing came out.
“I love you. I always did. I never felt anything towards Taylor, but she had the idea that maybe you would confess to me if we made you jealous. And…I was frustrated! All I could think about whenever you did my make-up, was pushing you against one of the walls and kissing you until we’d both be out of breath! Taylor told me about your crush and how easy it was to make you jealous. So, I thought, her idea was a good idea. I-I didn’t think you’d react the way you did, and-“
“Wait what? ‘React the way I did’? Are you serious right now!? How would you react if your best friend always snatched your crushes away from you, right in front of your face? Every single time! And you were trying to make me jealous? Did you hit your head on something?” By now, I could feel angry tears pooling in my eyes. Tom didn’t look any better. His eyes were wet and if you looked closely, you could see one or two tears running down his face. I stared at him. Angry, sad, in denial. The man, I loved for so long, broke my heart because he wanted to make me jealous. Because he wanted me to admit my love towards him. Now, tears were also running down my face.
“I’m sorry Y/N. If I had known, how you would react to that, I’d never have done it. I swear! It was dumb and I was an idiot. But I love you, really!”
I couldn’t even listen to him anymore. I sat down on the couch again, and buried my face in my hands. Sobs escaped me and soon, I was crying like a baby. My body jerked with every sob and before I could react, Tom pulled me against him, trying to comfort me. And I let him. For those few minutes, I let him hold me, and I enjoyed his warmth and closeness.
Feeling my shoulder getting wet, I looked up at Tom, his eyes red and puffy. I must’ve looked just as terrible.
“Give me one more chance Y/N. Please.” His voice was pleading and he took my face into his hands, forcing me to look at him. I was so short of giving in, giving in to all my desires and my love that still burned deep inside of me for the man across from me.
But out of the corner of my eye, I saw a photo. It showed me and Jai and I knew I couldn’t do this to him. At least not without an explanation.
“I’m sorry Tom.” It was barely a whisper, but Tome registered it immediately and his eyes widened. “No. Y/N, please.” His thumbs swept over my cheeks, wiping away new tears that found their way out of my eye. “Please leave…I’m sorry.” This time, Tom’s body shook with sobs. He covered his mouth and pressed his eyes closed as he realised that all he ever wanted, was lost.
And he left, without another word, but not without a kiss. At least one time both of us saw what could’ve been but never was.
After spending the whole night thinking, I decided. I needed to talk to Jai.

Waking Up in Vegas

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Pairing: Daveed Diggs x Reader

Prompt: The reader and Daveed finally come face to face and agree to get an annulment.

Tagging: @toomanyfandoms109 @drugsdiggs @serkewen12 @nadialinett14 @jantales @miightymiighty @kayleebrynnnn @shy-and-awkward-daveed @pixeledpeople @olivelongnprosper

Word Count:  Almost 2.5k

A/N: This story is vaguely based on the film Waking Up in Vegas with Cameron Diaz and Ashton Kutcher.

Originally posted by mirandasdaughter



“Umm, hey (Y/N)”, Daveed said nervously

Jeremy shifted next to me, taking in all that was going on. I could only imagine all the thoughts running through his head at the moment. I stood next to him, anger coursing through me due to the man standing in front of us.

“Is everything alright?”, he asked while taking a defensive stance to distance me from Daveed

“I don’t know. Is it?”, I sneered, “I mean it’s only been five days since I told you and instead of actually responding, you randomly show up at my apartment? How do you even know where I live?”

“Uhh..”

“Seriously, do I need to call the police?”, Jeremy cut in

I stepped around him and took his hand, “That won’t be needed. There’s something I need to talk to him about alone”

“Are you sure you’ll be okay (Y/N)? You’ve never mentioned this guy’s name before and it seems like he’s giving you trouble. Are you positive you need me to leave?”

I sighed and glared at Daveed, who stepped away from the both of us, unsure of what to say next.

“I can’t explain everything to you right this second, but I promise I’ll tell you everything tomorrow”

I squeezed his hand and tried to smile, but the stress was beginning to take its toll on me. He deserved to know if we planned to continue on like this. How would he react to it was what stressed me out the most.

“Okay”, he said softly as he pulled me into a hug, “Call me if you need anything”

He leaned down to kiss my forehead and gave me a smile. Before he walked down the steps, he gave Daveed a once over, then glared at him and disappeared.

I turned on my heels. This was not the way I pictured any of this happening. As soon as I stepped into my house, Daveed trailed in right behind me. I kicked my shoes off, threw my purse on the coffee table, then took my hair out of its bun.

After taking several deep breaths, I made my way to the kitchen to grab some water. He could wait for all I cared, since he did the same thing to me. When I reached my living room, he stood in the middle of it, looking around nervously.

“I shoul-”, he started

“No”, I said trying to get a hold of my anger, “It’s been five days Daveed. Five. Days. And you couldn’t respond at all?”

“I–”

“Just stop. As active as you are on social media, you’re going to try and tell me you didn’t see it? Do you even know what’s going on?”, I said as I left to grab the paper

He followed me again.

“I panicked (Y/N). I didn’t mean to hurt you”, he said from the doorway of my bedroom

“Panicked? For what? I’m used to being rejected, so when you didn’t call. I figured I could just forget about you and move on, but then I got this in the mail”

He took the paper from my hand and read every single word.

“Holy shit”, was all he could get out

“Mhmm”

“We’re…you and I…we’re…”

“Married. Yes, apparently chapels in Vegas don’t care how drunk you are. As long as you can afford it that’s all that matters”

“What are we going to do?”, he asked as I sat on my bed

“I have a meeting with an attorney tomorrow afternoon. I wanted to see what I could do to get this marriage annulled since you were M.I.A”, I sneered

“(Y/N) I’m so so–”

“No. I don’t need an apology from you. You made it very clear that you didn’t want anything to do with me after we went our separate ways so I don’t see the point in discussing this any further. Meet me at the courthouse on 60 Centre street at 6 o’clock. Don’t be late”

Before he could go any further, I glared in his direction for the second time. It’s strange seeing a man of his stature become so small. He looked anywhere but me as he put his hands in his pockets.

“Okay. I’ll see you tomorrow then”, he quickly turned on his heel and left my room. Once I heard my front door shut, I left my room to get my phone and make sure the door was locked.

Tomorrow was going to be a long day.


I stepped into the courthouse at 6:10 and groaned as I finally reached the room. Daveed was sitting across from one man and a laptop facing him, both were laughing. When the door shut, they finally looked in my direction.

“Mrs.Diggs, it’s nice to finally meet you”, he smiled as he shook my hand, “My name is Ezra Morgan”

“I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N)”, I said stressing my last name, “My last name was never legally changed”

“I see. Please have a seat”

“And I’m Judge Nelson”, the other man on the screen stated, “I’ll be hearing out your case”

“Nice to meet you”, I said as I took a seat next to Daveed, who wore a smug grin on his face.

“So you’re allowed to be late, but I’m not?”

“Since I was the only one handling this mishap in the first place, I’m going to say yes”

As Mr. Morgan went over our paperwork silently, I text Gina and Ava while Daveed bounced his leg nervously.

“Can you stop?”, I asked as I rolled my eyes

“ I can’t. I wanted to talk to you, but you wouldn’t listen to me. Don’t want you thinking I ignored you because I wasn’t interested in you”, he grew silent, waiting for me to object

“After I got back to California, I debated calling you. I wanted to see where this would go, but I made the assumption that the distance would kill it before it could become something–”

“So you decided to end it yourself instead. That makes so sense”, I said sarcastically

“(Y/N)”, he sighed, “I’m sorry. I really am. Then I saw your message and I started to panic because I thought I was going to be a father. I wasn’t going to leave you hangin’. I would have helped out in every way that I could. I just needed time to process before I came to find you. I feel like an idiot”

He sighed again before hesitantly reaching for my hand, but ended up pulling it away. He looked dejected and confused. I was still a little upset that he took forever to respond. It was alright though, pretty soon this would all be over. He could go back to living his life and I could go back to mine.

“Daveed”, I said as I grabbed his hand, “It’s fine. You had every right to freak out. I did too when I got that damn certificate in the mail. You could have at least asked what it was first before making that assumption and this could have ended a lot quicker. Don’t you think?”

“Yeah, I guess”, he smiled softly and I found myself smiling back

Being this close to Daveed reminded me of the last time I saw him. That warm feeling that took over every time we met each other’s gaze. Should my heart be beating this fast? It shouldn’t, right?

Mr. Morgan cleared his throat and we broke out of the little bubble we created. He was smiling at us.

“Judge Nelson is a judge in Nevada that makes the final decision in cases similar to yours. Can you run me through what you remember from your time in Vegas?”, he asked

“I was out with my friends”, Daveed started

“Were one of these friends the witness?”

“Yeah, Rafael Casal. We ran into (Y/N) and her friends, one was the other witness. We decided to hang out for the rest of the night as a group and we bar hopped”

“What was your relationship with… Ms. (Y/L/N) throughout the rest of the night?”, Judge Nelson asked

“Umm…”, he said as he eyed me nervously

“We took an interest in each other. Both of our respective friends are dating, so it left us on our own for most of the night. We woke up the next day in the same room and a few weeks later, I got our marriage certificate in the mail”, I stated

“When you arrived to the chapel you and your friends were already drunk?”, Judge Nelson asked as he began writing something down

“Yes, we were”

“Do you have any more questions Ezra?”

“No, I have most of the information here”

“Then I think that is enough for today. We’ll reconvene later for my verdict. It was nice to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. Diggs”, the judge responded

“That’s not my–”

Before I could finish, he ended the video.

“If you have any more questions, please call or email me during office hours. Until then, I will be in contact once he makes his decision”, Mr. Morgan said as he shook our hands, “Goodbye, Daveed and (Y/N)”

“Goodbye”

“Bye Ezra”

“Should I be alarmed that you address our attorney by his first name already?”, I asked as I turned to face Daveed

“Not at all”

We walked out the courthouse and I felt a rush of relief that we’re finally doing something about this. We both agreed to get some food down the street. As we made our way to the restaurant, Daveed made sure to slow down his pace so he could switch sides to be closer to the street.

By the time I realized it, we were already there.

After we were seated, we sat in the booth as an awkward silence took over. I caught him staring at me at least two times and each time he quickly averted his gaze.

“Do you have something you need to get off your chest?”

“This is weird”, he states as he looks at the menu again

“Thank god I’m not the only one”

He smiled as I started to giggle.

“Congratulations on finishing your movie with Rafael by the way”

“How did you–”

“When I was trying to find your address or at least some other way to contact you, it came up”

“So you kept tabs on me?”

“How else was I supposed to find my husband?”, I muttered

He smiled softly at me, “I can’t believe we got married”

“I know”, I sighed, “It was a mistake that will be corrected shortly so it doesn’t matter”

Daveed’s smile disappeared as he tried not to let his scowl show. The waitress came by to take our orders and even afterwards, he didn’t say a thing.

“Are you alright?”, I asked breaking the silence, “You’re awfully quiet”

“Nothing you need to worry about”

He spent the rest of our lunch ignoring me and avoiding eye contact. Once we were finished, we stepped out of the restaurant and he still hadn’t said a word.

“Can you tell me what’s wrong?”

“It doesn’t matter. It’ll get corrected shortly anyways”

“Wait…you want to stay married?”

“No, but I don’t want to be seen as a mistake either”, he said as he shoved his hands in his pockets and walked away

I caught up after calling his name, “The fact that we’re both married is a mistake, but that doesn’t mean you are. I liked you and I liked hanging out with you. If we were under different circumstances and actually kept in contact this could have been something”

His mood seemed to deflate more as I went on. He sighed softly as we nearly reached the courthouse.

“I understand. I honestly do. The chance of us being together are slim to none now. Also because you have…”

“Jeremy. I have…I forgot to tell Jeremy!”, I nearly yelled, “Oh my god”

“You were going to tell him about us?”, he laughed, “At least you’re being honest”

“Well yeah, if we decide to get in a relationship, I can’t start off on a lie”

“True. i doubt he would be happy to find out you were married to me when you first started dating. I saw the way he looked at me. He doesn’t trust me at all”, he agreed, “Isn’t that Mr. Morgan?”

When I looked up Mr. Morgan made eye contact and quickly made his way towards us.

“I’m so glad I ran into you two”, he paused to catch his breath, “I tried to call you earlier, but you didn’t answer”

“Well that didn’t take long”, Daveed mused

“No, it didn’t take him that long to reach a ruling. We should go inside to discuss this if you have time”

“For this I’ll make all the time in the world”, I said as Daveed rolled his eyes

We made our way back into the conference room and he pulled out a few pieces of paper from his briefcase.

He gave a pained sigh and I knew his news couldn’t be good.

“Judge Nelson decided to reject your annulment”, he softly stated as he pushed his glasses off his nose

“He what!?”, we both shouted

“Nelson has dealt with so many cases like this before and he has grown very irritated with people doing exactly what you two did. He said it and I quote, ‘It is a constant disrespect to the sanctity of marriage’ and ‘Mr. and Mrs. Diggs must learn what it takes to make a marriage work for a trial run of thirty days’”

“He can’t do that”, I nearly screamed, “It was an accident! This has to be the dumbest ruling I have ever heard of”

“I thought it was mistake?”, Daveed says with raised eyebrows

“Daveed, not now! Can he force us stay married?”

“He’s already done it. Your trial starts today”, he said as he passed the papers along to me, “At least once a week you’ll both check in with a marriage counselor and after thirty days he’ll grant you your annulment”

“How will that work? Daveed doesn’t even live in New York”

I was looking for almost any excuse to make Judge Nelson change his mind.

“Actually I’ll be here for a little over a month. That workshop Rafa told you about is in New York”, Daveed smirked

“You’ve got to be kidding me”, I sighed, “Why is this so funny to you?”

“It’s kind of funny to see you not get your way. It might be childish, but it’s hilarious”, he said as continued to smirk

I gave Daveed the coldest look I could muster and leaned in closer, “I’m making your life a living hell husband

The smirk quickly left his face as he pushed his chair away from me.

This was going to be a very long month.


Spills and Shirts- Dan Howell fic

Chilled Evenings Extra

A/N: I had the idea of writing this little insight from a previous fic, which you can find here! Enjoy x

Pairing: Dan x Genderneutral!reader

Warnings: Swearing


“Venti Caramel Macchiato for Rachel,” I yelled, quickly places a lid on it and leaving it at the counter.

 It was pretty full today, considering it was noon, which meant lunch hour. It was drink after drink, my co-workers barking orders left, right, and center.

We weren’t necessarily mean to each other, but with the fast paced environment, there was no time for messing around.

“Grande Vanilla Bean for Adam.”

I sometimes wondered how I managed to have this job for so long. I guess it’s because I’m not really clumsy or forgetful, which obviously helps with the whole job.

“Y/N, can you go get some more pastries from the back?”

“Anything in specific?” I ask, grabbing a towel to clean my hands.

“Anything you can, rush hour is just starting,” he laughs, going back to making a drink.

Thirty minutes later and the place is almost full to the brim. I run around, alternating from heating up things to making drinks. I look at the clock to see it was almost my break time. Just five more minutes.

“Grande Caramel Macchiato for Dan.”

I place it on the counter as a tall figure makes his way through.

“Thank you,” he says as he takes it. I return a smile before going to clean my hands again.

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Quick Update, Lovies -

Sorry I haven’t been around or up for answering many questions. The new job brings in a paycheck, sure, but it takes SO many spoons just to get through the day. One-hour commute each way plus open office seating and non-linear workflow. Does not help that my very-nice-but-extremely-chatty seatmate does not understand “Do Not Interrupt My Focus Because It Takes Me FOREVER To Get It Back” or “My Auditory Input Limit Has Been Reached And I Need To Exit This Conversation” and earbuds are not a deterrent, so I’ve been coming home pretty drained.

Researching “how to tell someone to button their yap without being rude.” Hoping to find a good balance as the weeks progress.

In the meantime, I still haven’t gotten around to crunching my book numbers for June and I’m WAY behind on my contacts for wholesale accounts and material for Pestlework. Fortunately, I’ve started reading Naomi Novik’s “Uprooted” during my lunch breaks and it has rekindled my fire for the craft and the theory thereof something fierce. (If you haven’t read it, I HIGHLY recommend checking it out. Might be my new favorite.)

So this whole weekend is pretty much going to be spent in my office Doing Witchy Author Stuff, and woe betide the unnecessary thing that interrupts me.

Please keep the emails for The Witches’ Cupboard sale coming! I’ll be sending out the first wave of orders Sunday or Monday, and I’ll be working up something for The Sisters Grimmoire in the coming weeks.

Not Today

Originally posted by jeonbase

Genre: Fluff, Doctor!AU

Word Count: 1,922

Summary: (A sequel to Tease) The recent change in Jungkook has you more confused than ever, you really wish he would just tell you why he’s acting this way. Maybe if he did you would be able to finally figure out your own feelings. 

A/N: I’m……I recently found out how many followers I have and oh my gosh this is so unexpected. Thank you all so much! I wrote this for all of you because I love each and every person who follows this blog. I might change the title when I wake up tomorrow I just can’t think.


You couldn’t believe what you were doing. 

Here you were spending your precious break time at lunch with the doctor you thought you hated most. The keyword here is thought. 

For the past few weeks he would not leave you alone and spent all of his extra time with you somehow. At first it was overwhelming because here is the best doctor in your department hovering over your shoulder at all times and checking up on you. You thought it was hell because you were sure he would catch every minuscule mistake you made and it just made you so nervous. But then he unbelievable happened. He started complimenting you. 

“Good job on the last surgery [Y/N]!” 

“Wow those stitches look great!” 

“Your patients are all healing up so well you’re doing a really great job!” 

It truly confused you to the point of practically running away when you saw him in the area. It had gotten to the point of you spending your lunch breaks on the roof where he couldn’t find you and ducking behind random columns in the hall whenever you saw him walking past. You couldn’t wrap your mind around why he was acting this way and why it was making you feel this way. 

Every time he complimenting you or even smiled at you there was an eruption of butterflies fluttering in the bottom of your stomach.You got nervous and jittery even being in the same room as him, and recently to your horror he had even invaded your dreams with his cute smile and shining eyes. 

You knew very well what these were symptoms of, but you refused to believe you had a crush on Jeon Jungkook of all people. There was no way it was possible. He was your rival during your internship, the two of you were always going head to head there no way a relationship like that could lead to a relationship like….this? Whatever this was. Now that you think about it, what was the kind of relationship you had with Jungkook now? 

“[Y/N] can I have your fries?” His question brought you out of your thoughts and you frowned at him as he reached over to grab at your plate. 

You slid your plate out of his reached and glared at him. “Jeon Jungkook keep your hands off my fries! You always insist on sitting with me during lunch and eating my food!” 

“It tastes better when its yours.” He smiles at you and your heart skips a beat in response. You mentally curse yourself for reacting that way and quickly looked away to avoid eye contact. 

“I-I don’t care how it tastes get your own-Hey!” While you were distracted a sneaky hand snuck its way onto your plate and you caught the end result when Jungkook stuffed the deep fried delights into his mouth, some sticking out as he looked at you amusedly.

“Jeon Jungkook!” You huffed at his irritating smile that was cute even with a mouth full of french fries. “Just take my tray if you want my food so badly! My break is over anyway…” Sighing, you slid your plate over to him and got ups from your seat to go back to work. 

“Wait for me [Y/N] I’ll go with you.” Jungkook jumped up from his seat as well and you stopped in your tracks to frown at him. 

“I thought you wanted to finish your fries?” 

“I’d rather go back to work with you, lets go!” 

He wrapped an arm around your shoulders, causing your heart to thump rapidly against your chest, and you looked up at him hoping your nervousness wasn’t shown on your face. When you reached up and grabbed his hand to move his arm from its offending position on your shoulders he took that chance and grabbed your hand instead, continuing to lead you to the elevators. 

“Jungk-” 

“Lets go! We have patients to attend to!”


It was finally the end of your shift and you were taking a quick rest in the break room before packing up and heading home. The only other person in the room another doctor who was passed out at the table next to the one you were currently sitting at. You enjoyed the silence for once and took the time to think about how your shift had went and the health of your patients. For some reason your thoughts started drifting to that familiar bunny like smile, those dark eyes, and the soft hand that had intertwined with yours earlier that day. 

Jeon Jungkook

Here he goes again, worming himself back into your mind like a pest you can’t seem to get rid of. Sure, he was handsome…and funny sometimes…and charming….but that didn’t give him the right to invade your heart like this! Heart? Did you just? Nope, this was not happening you weren’t going to admit to yourself that you actually felt something for Jeon Jungkook. Never in a million years. 

“Oh! You’re still here. I thought you’d be gone by now.” 

Damn. There goes your heart. At the sound of his voice the traitor began its usual game, speeding up and thumping wildly against your chest. You were afraid that one day it would jump right out. 

“I’m so tired I couldn’t get up for a moment.” You laughed tiredly. 

A look of concern crossed his face as he looked you over, you noticed how the area between his brows scrunched up and how cute his expression was. “Are you getting sick? Maybe you should request some days off.” 

You waved him off, pushing his outreached hand away before it got to touch your forehead. “I’m a doctor I’d know if I was sick.” 

“Then why have you just been sitting here if your shift was over twenty minutes ago? Were you thinking about me?”

You had opened your mouth to argue when a thought came to you, this was the perfect time to ask what was going on. “Actually, I was thinking about you,” Jungkook’s eyebrows shot up, surprised that you would actually think about him much less admit it. “I was wondering why you’ve been acting so weird lately. The compliments, having lunch break with me, spending all of your free time around me. You’ve never acted like this the entire time I’ve known you.”

A different side of Jungkook appeared as he sat back in his chair and you noticed the tips of his ears began to go red. He was silent for a moment and you were wondering if you hit the jackpot with your question. You smiled triumphantly. After all this time you were finally the one to refer him speechless instead of the other way around. It was truly a cause of celebration. Before you got to open your mouth to tease him Jungkook began to talk. 

“A friend told me to try complimenting and actually being nice instead of teasing you all the time and if I spent more time with you we would get closer.” He began fiddling with his hands nervously. 

Wait.

Why did he need to ask a friend for advice about how to get close to you? 

Does he want to be friends? Weren’t you already kind of friends? 

Then does that mean…

“Jungkook do you like me?” 

He flinches as the question but covers it up with a teasing smile and a fake laugh. “Of course I like you we work together and we’re kind of friends-” 

“You know what I mean Jungkook!” 

“Yes!” 

“Yes what?” 

“Yes I like you!”

“You like me?” 

“Yes!”

“Will the both of you stop yelling! I have five minutes left of my break and you’re making too much noise for me to actually relax.” The man from earlier that was asleep was now wide awake and glaring at us from the other table. You now recognized him as Dr. Kim, an older more experienced doctor and got a bit embarrassed that you had this conversation in front of him. 

“I’m sorry I forgot you were here.” 

“Just go and kiss and talk loudly outside of this room somewhere!” He grumbled, ignoring you completely as he put his head back on the table and slumped down. 

You looked over at Jungkook and you both wore expressions of embarrassment but were also seconds away from laughing. Quietly, as to not disturb the other doctor again, you stood from your seat and motioned with a nod of your head for jungkook to follow you. The both of you exit into the hallway and you close the door softly behind you before looking at each other and bursting into laughter. 

“Oh that was so embarrassing!” You laughed and buried your face into your hands. 

“You think that was embarrassing! I just practically proclaimed my love for you and Dr. Kim witnessed the whole thing!” Jungkook groaned and ran a hand through his hair, making it messy and successfully pulling your attention to his hair and how soft it looked. 

“You like me!” 

“I do.” 

“I can’t believe it I like you too! Wait…” 

You like me?” Jungkook looked at you, his eyes wide and shock written clearly on his face. You wanted to melt into the ground, you can’t believe you actually blurted that out right in front of him!

“Yes?” 

“You don’t sound too sure.” 

“I think I do like you? Its just hard to wrap my mind around because we’ve always been in this teasing relationship and suddenly I’m starting to feel things and think you’re cute and want to run my hands through your hair. And despite sometimes being a little too cocky for your own good, you’re good at what you do and charming and nice so your personality is attractive too. Its just confusing, but yeah I think I like you.” A rush of embarrassment came over you and you put your face into your hands again as you back away from jungkook to face the wall. 

You hear him laugh ad you just know he’s looking at you with that irritating smirk on his face. “You think I’m cute?” 

“Is that the only thing that stood out to you?” You whirled around to face him, only to be met with him laughing, like you expected he would be. 

“I think you’re cute too! Really cute actually. The cute way you get embarrassed like now, when you get irritated when I tease you and you make that cute face. Especially when you laugh because your laugh is so cute. And your personality is cute too, you’re so nice and you always get so flustered when I tease you, but you love coming up with comebacks too. You’re also really smart and one of the best doctors in our section.” The more he talked the wider your smile became and soon you were practically a puddle. 

You lightly smacked his arm, wanting him to stop. “Okay I get it! We’re both cute!”

“We are cute, and now that we know we both like each other are we something else?” 

“We’re……” You leaned toward him as you looked him in the eyes, causing him to slowly start leaning towards you as well, but as you got sloe enough to almost touch noses you ducked past him and started down the hall. “We’re going to talk about this when I get back!” 

“[Y/N]!” He called as your laugh echoed down the hall. “You’re such a tease!”

Why Girls Go Undiagnosed

I’m not quite sure why, but I had the sudden urge to talk about the commonly seen “chameleon” coping-mechanism in girls with Autism.

Okay so, I’ll preface this with an outline of my early childhood. As a baby I had an a-typical development, but not one that was seen as “worry-worthy” by my parents. I started talking a little later than the other kids in my family but only by a few months, so they didn’t notice; especially because I seemed to be developing more maturely than them. After I started talking just before I turned two I started teaching myself the alphabet, arranging things into alphabetical order, and then I taught myself to read, then when I was coming up to three to write, and then I started memorising phone numbers and dialogue from TV and movies - so they were rather relieved and saw no wrong, despite my obsessive behaviour and reluctance to a lot of sensory behaviours.
At primary school I was reading about three years ahead, but I rarely read the books they gave me in school because from the age of 5+ I only wanted to read about WWII or book series that I had bought myself, and was doing maths a year ahead of my peers but it was through my cousins homework so my teachers never knew. My family’s concerns were that I was throwing huge tantrums about my clothes, and that I was extremely sensitive to the pressure of shoes or the textures of certain clothing items, and that I had stopped eating because “I didn’t like the way food felt in my mouth or tasted” and hated sleeping and had huge germaphobia. But they called it “OCD” and “PTSD”.
If this had continued longer, they probably would have had me diagnosed but…

This is where the chameleon comes in:

When I was eight, I had taken an interest in surveys and spent all my break and lunch times making them. One day I made one about “how do you feel today,” and asked EVERYONE in my class. Even the teacher. When she was looking for her response, she noticed two feelings that were “all to the left” and “all to the right” and asked what it meant; she thought it was taking sides in an argument. My response was, “you know when you feel something or hear something and one half of your body feels different to the other half like heavier? And you have to like hop on it or shake it to even it out.” And she just said no. It was then I thought about how other people weren’t feeling or seeing the same things as me and I started obsessively copying other people. It was something I had done since I was young, because I had loved memorising dialogue from TV and from my family, but now I did it to fit in. I would obsessively make lists of my friends and what I needed to fit in and be like the “normal” people on TV. And people in my class started pointing out “why do you dress differently” and “why did you change the colour of all your pencils”.

I literally did this up until about the age of 13, when I had a sort of breakdown and ended up changing schools which made everything worse. My sensory issues got worse, I went through bouts of depression and agoraphobia, had anxiety attacks every morning and missed weeks of school because of the classes and the crowds.

It took a year to find someone who diagnosed me.

I just wanted to show an example of what articles mean when they mentions girls with autism and their “hiding” mechanisms.

For The Gains Ch. 1 (Shalaska) - Ennik

A/N: HIIIIIII! This is my first Shalaska and rpdr fic ever! It’s a gym buddies au hehehe also I’ll go by the pen name Ennik for AQ. :)

umm just a few notes and disclaimers i guess?

I actually don’t go to the gym myself, so what I write about is mostly based off what my brothers, sister, and cousins talk about, little research I’ve done, and what i see from Khloe Kardashian’s workout snaps lol. So if you guys actually know how to gym, I’m sorry for any inaccuracies lol. It’s fiction anyway /shrug

Another thing I’ve changed is that the characters who are in real life vegetarian or vegan, are not in this story. Everyone is in their early to late twenties.

Also!! Sharon works for a popular company here and i have not personally worked for the company either or know anyone well enough who did. Again I based it off a little research and what i heard/read from people and some acquaintances.

That said!! Please enjoy the story i hope you like it despite me writing like a kid and yeah, pls leave me comments or anything if you like the story!

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anon requested: Bondage with Taehyung and a shit ton of foreplay.

please like, comment/dm/reblog your opinions and feedback for this story! it would mean so much to me :))

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pairing: taehyungxreader
word count: 3k
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Seven more fucking minutes was what she told me. I’ve waited in this damned lobby for more than three hours only because the receptionist ‘forgot’ to book in my reservation. Already two hours late for the corporate event, I pounded my nimble fingers against the scratched screen of my phone as I sent the hundredth text message to my superior.

TAE: I’d never imagine the VP to miss such an important event.

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Back to Sleep (Ziam 1D Day Remix)
Ursher Baby (Feat. DJ Malik & Big Payno)
Back to Sleep (Ziam 1D Day Remix)

I saw @happymealy’s post appear on my dash the other day reminiscing about the sick beat that Ziam came up with on 1d Day that nobody did anything with and I was like "WOW HOW TRUE!” and then continued on with my day.

And then this morning I was just minding my own business tryna live my best life listening to every Zen song on Spotify and Back to Sleep came on and I was like:

Originally posted by calientedirection

So I had to conduct an experiment for Science™ and this is how I spent my lunch break. My conclusion is that Somebody did something with the sick Ziam beat and put it on an Ursher track. Hahahaha I’m so sorry happy Tuesday everybody.

The Wrom Institute

When I received word that I was accepted to an internship at the Wrom Institute, I was ecstatic. It was my dream job. Although just an intern, I’d be able to work alongside Henrietta Wrom!

For those unfamiliar with her, Wrom is the leading researcher in childhood psychology. She holds PhD’s in psychology, child development, biology, mathematics, and engineering. She is without a doubt a brilliant scholar. She has published books on the subjects of childhood personality disorders, trauma effects on the brain, and the role of humanity in psychosis. Her research articles are numerous and used in almost every program across the country. She started the Wrom institute a few years ago and it has become a hotbed of new and exciting opportunities.

To be honest, I didn’t think I’d get the internship. I had only just finished my bachelor’s degree in psychology. Sure, I had a 4.0 and was at the top of my class, but thousands of people applied to the institute. PhD’s, doctoral students, professors, and even world renowned scholars had all applied. I was the only person selected.

My first day I was overwhelmed with excitement. I nearly spilled coffee all over myself. I had picked out my best outfit and done my makeup perfectly. I stood in front of the Institute for a while, eyeing the building. It was a huge brick facility with no windows (this is fairly common when research trials are being done – so the weather doesn’t affect the outcome of the experiment). The building stood alone down a long road. The nearest building wasn’t even in eyesight. I took a deep breath and walked inside.

I was greeted by Mai Lee. She was a tall Asian woman in a lab coat. I felt a little comforted by the fact she was Asian (I’m half Pilipino) but her demeanor was not friendly. She held a clipboard close to her chest as she gave me a tour of the place. I saw multiple labs complete with microscopes and other biological equipment. I saw interviewing rooms and offices. It took us nearly three hours to tour the entire facility. Near the end of the tour I noticed two red double doors that were closed and locked.

“Where does that lead to?” I asked Mai Lee.

She glanced at the doors but kept walking. “That is the Achilles Ward. You don’t have clearance to enter there.” She kept going briskly and I hurried to keep up with her.

My excitement was waning, and waned even more when I learned that my job was comprised completely of data entry. Mai Lee sat me down at a computer and explained that I would be entering the weight, color, and consistency of baby gorilla feces. Apparently the experiment was seeing if the babies’ bowel movements were affected by the amount of attention their mothers gave them. Needless to say, this did not excite me.

“Am I going to meet Henrietta Wrom?” I smiled up at the other woman.

She did not smile back. “It’s Dr. Wrom. And no.” She turned on her heels and walked away.

That’s how I spent my first week – entering baby poop data. Each day I tried to keep a positive outlook. But no one spoke to me unless they had to. No one smiled at me or seemed to want to get to know me. Everyone just went about their business and left me to my computer and feces.

But then something odd happened. I had been there ten days and was taking my lunch in one of the break rooms. Two men were talking about a study they were working on but did not invite me to join them. I sat alone. I reached into my bag to pull out my sandwich. But inside I felt a crumbled piece of paper. I pulled it out. It was an empty worksheet with a message written on it in red crayon. It said:

“Help me. I’m in Achilles. I need you.”

I was disturbed to say the least. Someone had clearly slipped this into my bag when I wasn’t paying attention. But I was just a lowly intern…I figured it had to be a joke. I looked around the breakroom and noticed the two men had left. I also noticed a woman looking in through the window, but once I met her eye-line she quickly rushed away.

I threw the note out and felt even more depressed. A few days went by and I had finished entering the gorilla data. I was given a new data entry project – entering the images, colors, shapes, and scribbles of children’s artwork. It was tedious. I didn’t have very any friends so I couldn’t complain to anyone. Plus I grew up in the foster care system so I had no mom or dad to vent to. All I could do was go home and ramble to my dog.

I got another note in my bag five days later. This time it was written on construction paper. The text was still written with crayon, this time green. It said:

“Please, I need you. I’m in Achilles. I know you want to help.”

Since getting my first note I had been extra cautious with my bag, making sure it was never out of my sight. How did the note get in? I stared at the paper for a long time. I felt a little scared and confused. If someone really did need help, why would they turn to me?

On my lunchbreak I walked past those red metal doors I had seen on my first day. I inspected them. There were electronic, rigged up to a palm reader. The only way in was to press your hand on the reader and be recognized. But Mai Lee said I didn’t have clearance. I thought about trying it anyway, but was fearful of getting in trouble. I scurried back to my desk and tried to focus on work.

But I couldn’t. Those notes…they were too weird. I decided I would wait until everyone had left, and then try the doors. If I couldn’t get in, so be it. If I got in trouble or got fired, fine. I was miserable here anyway. Plus I guess the notes triggered some creepy savoir complex in me.

It took hours and hours. People worked late at the Institute and I was incredibly anxious just sitting at the computer. But around 11pm the halls were completely silent. The lights were motion activated, so the only light shining was directly above me.

I got up quickly and made my way to the red doors. It was creepy walking alone through the Institute. The lights would come on as I moved and go off where I left. I realized that I had started running towards the doors. When I reached them I was out of breath. I caught myself and looked at the palm reader. Here it goes, I thought.

I pressed my right hand against the reader. It took a moment, as if it were thinking. I almost wished it wouldn’t work. But then it blinked green. The doors started to open slowly. I nearly turned around and ran out of there. What did I expect to find?

But when I looked through the doorway it appeared normal. It was a hallway with doors on one side. It looked like interviewing rooms. I sighed in relief. Someone must have been messing with me. I decided to go in anyway, just to see what was in there.

Once I had walked through the doorway the red doors slammed shut behind me. I turned around in surprise but couldn’t open them again. This was starting to feel dangerous. But I crept forward down the hallway. As I moved the light in the hallway turned on, and I realized that the hall wasn’t normal at all.

It had prison cells in it. Large cells with glass instead of bars. I could see in the rooms and what I saw…

In the first cell was a toddler. He couldn’t have been more than three. He was sitting on the ground, rocking back and forth. I froze where I stood. Without warning two slots opened on either side of his cell. Through one came a large metal arm with a bowl of food. Through the other came an arm that looked almost human. Except it was completely covered in barbed wire. The toddler had no hesitation. He ambled over to the human-like arm and started cuddling it. He rubbed himself against the barbed wire, cutting his skin and causing himself to bleed. But the look on his face was one of pure contentment.

I screamed and started pounding on the glass. But he didn’t notice me. He must not have been able to see or hear me. I could only watch in horror as he caused himself more and more injury.

I fell to the side, nearly vomiting. The light went out where I was standing, and the next came on. I knew what that meant. Someone or something wanted me to keep going. I clutched my stomach and inched towards the next cell. In it sat a girl of around five. She was speaking into a mirror but I couldn’t hear what she was saying. All of a sudden a speaker turned on and her voice filled the hall.

“Red. Apple. Tree. Cut. Blood. Red. Apple.” She was repeating the same words over and over into the mirror. She was staring at her own reflection almost unblinking. Her hands clutched the sides of it as if she would fall over without it. The girl started saying her mantra louder. “TREE. CUT. BLOOD. RED. APPLE. TREE. CUT. RED. I mean, blood. BLOOD!”

There was a huge spark and the girl screamed. Then the speaker cut out. I realized slowly that she wasn’t holding the mirror – she was strapped to it. A jolt of electricity must have been sent through the mirror into the little girl. The jolt knocked her out, and she hung unconscious from her hands. They were nailed to the mirror. Her little head fell backwards and her mouth was open and drooling.

The light went out. The next light turned on. It lit the hall menacingly. I shuffled towards the next cell. I don’t know why I didn’t try to run away. Maybe I knew that those doors were not going to open. Or maybe I was just sick.

In the next cell were three children around the age of nine. Two girls and a boy. The girls were wearing odd shaped paper dresses and the boy wore a diaper. Behind them was a screen with words on it. The words said, “Shave Boy’s Head.”

The girls approached the boy, who did not resist. They had no sharp instruments, so they began pulling his hair out with their hands. When this didn’t work well, they began ripping it out with their teeth. The boy was crying but did not struggle. The words appeared on the screen again, “Stop.”

The three children looked to the screen, awaiting instructions. “Girls Need Bath.” The two girls looked at each other, and then started licking themselves. They licked feverishly. The boy licked too, alternating between the girls. I looked away just as the light died and the next light popped on.

I couldn’t do this. The hallway was too long and I couldn’t stand any more disgusting sights. I cried out to no one, “Why did you bring me here?”

The lights went out again. No other light came on. I stood for ten second in deafening darkness. Then a female voice said, “You wanted to come here.”

I fell to my knees and started to cry. “No, I would never want this!”

“That’s what you wrote in your application.” All of the lights suddenly turned on and I squinted in the intense brightness. I rubbed my eyes quickly and realized there was a woman standing in front of me. I tried to move back but I hit a wall.

“You wrote that you would do anything to participate in the Wrom Institute.” She was wearing a white coat. Her frizzy hair was up in a bun on her head. She wore wide rimmed glasses. I recognized her immediately.

“Dr. Wrom?”

She stepped towards me. “Didn’t you wonder why you were chosen out of thousands? Why a girl with just a bachelor’s would be selected? You went to a state school for god’s sake.” She scoffed. “You were chosen because you have no one who will miss you.”

I wrapped my arms around myself. “But you study child psychology. What do you want with me?”

She grinned a toothy smile. “You were raised in the system. You have no family. You are the perfect subject for a new study I am developing. It’s looking into the effects of trauma on foster care graduates. As you can see, I have created the trauma. Now I just need to inflict it on you.”

Before I realized what was going on someone had grabbed me and dragged me to my feet. I struggled but the person stuck a large needle into my neck. My vision blurred and the last sound I could hear was Dr. Wrom instructing me to relax.

I woke up here, in my cell. The walls are tinted but I am sure they are glass, just like the cells of the children. There is a speaker on the ceiling that tells me what to do. Once a man came in and strapped me to a chair. He said he was testing out a new machine designed to keep my eyes open. It hooked into my eyelids. I asked him why and he said simply, “So you can’t look away.”

And that’s why I’m writing this. Because the voice in the speaker told me to write it. It told me to account for my time here at the Institute. I guess I will be writing entries after I am subjected to…to whatever it is I have to see.

Okay. I have written it all. Am I done now? You said I might still be able to go home. Please? Help me. I need you.

Today on “Why Am I Like This”:

I spent my lunch break thinking about Blake x Party!Twin (Jess) and how she’d love to get him to loosen up by trying kinky stuff. Like she shows up in his room with handcuffs and he gets all flustered and stuff.

I dunno. Why am I like this?

Shattered - Part 5

|Prologue| |Part 1| |Part 2| |Part 3| |Part 4| |Part 6| |Part 7| |Part 8| |Part 9| |Part 10|

Member: Taehyung

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Word Count: 1869

Summary: Time breaks relationships, but it can also rekindle them.

A/N: So BTS is mentioned in this, but as a 6 member group since Taehyung is their manager. I did get writers block for this section and I’ve been extremely tired these past few days… This part really was just a filler so I apologize if it’s not that interesting. 

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“2,3…”

“Bang. Tan. Anneonghaseyo, we are Bangtansonyeondan.”

Today is your first day officially working at BigHit Entertainment. To say the least, you were ecstatic. Bang Si Hyuk has brought you to the group’s practice room and right now they are giving their introductions.

“Hello, I’m Rap Monster, Kim Namjoon. I’m the leader of this group and the rapper.”

“Hi, my name in Jin, Kim Seokjin I’m the most handsome of the group and a vocal.” Jin makes a cute face and laughs.

“My name is Suga, Min Yoongi. I’m a rapper and producer for this group.”

“I’m your hope, I’m you angel, I’m J-hope!” You give a small laugh at his introduction. “My real name is Jung Hoseok and I’m a rapper as well as the main dancer.”

“Hello vice manager noona. I’m Jimin, Park Jimin I’m a vocal and one of a the main dancers as well.”

“Annyeong noona. My name is Jungkook, Jung Jungkook and I’m the maknae of the group. Please take good care of us.”

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HAPPY ELEVENTH BIRTHDAY TO THE ALBUM THAT SAVED ME ESPECIALLY IN THE LAST THREE OR SO YEARS!! but honestly though idk how I would’ve survived the past few years without this album. a place in this world helped me see that im not the only one who doesn’t have a planned direct path for their life. tied together with a smile helped me when I didn’t feel like I was the ‘golden one’ anymore and when I felt that I really was just tied together with a smile. the outside helped me in the last year when I felt like such an outsider in my new school and I couldn’t make any friends and spent all my lunch breaks hiding in the library and not eating because I was too scared to sit alone in the cafeteria. stay beautiful helped me when I honestly didn’t feel beautiful and when my self esteem was so low and I just felt horrible all the time. cold as you helped me when I had people in my life who were so cold and hurt me so much and it helped me to just ignore them and not let them get to my head. this album honestly means so so much to me and im so grateful that it exists because I don’t know what I would do without it @taylorswift
—madeeha xx

I slept @ 5 last night and woke up @ 8:30 for a 10:30 exam which I don’t even know how I did because I just wanted to finish it early n eat my lunch. I spent my break with my friends who were wondering how worms have sex n then I spent a good 3 hours on excel in my lab doing shit I don’t care about n don’t understand lmao. after school, still surviving with only 3.5 hours of sleep I went to have deokbokki n kimbap n rice cakes n patbingsoo with my friend……… I went home @ 8 n I played mario odessey n it was so fucking hard oh my GOD I was so mad n now I’m listening to the rose’s 좋았는데. anyways, happy thursday folks