this is my third birthday post

I woke up on the morning of my twenty-third birthday to a dead-end job, a failing relationship, an empty wallet and a complete lack of direction. And I’m sure I’m not alone in that fate.

The years following college aren’t kind to us. We are thrust into the real world with a large amount of student debt, jobs that barely pay enough to make rent, relationships that are rapidly changing and a profound feeling of being lost on how to handle it all. Nobody likes you when you’re twenty-three, including your own life.

And yet, we pull through.

Most of us make it to our twenty-fourth year. Most of us make it out of the woods. Most of us are lucky enough to say that by the end of our twenty-third year we’re no longer feeling completely and utterly lost. But in case you’re not there yet, here are a few things you may need to be reminded of right now.

1. You’re not going to be lonely for the rest of your life.

Twenty-three is a lonely and uncomfortable age. College is (probably) over. Your professional life is (hopefully) just beginning. And your social life is doing an awkward, uncomfortable shuffle in response to all the changes. You’re far away from the people who know you well and not yet emotionally close with the people who physically surround you.

Give it time. Give your relationships the chance to evolve. Give yourself the chance to adjust to no longer living with a group of your closest friends (yes, you will adjust). Loneliness doesn’t last forever, even when it feels like it will.

2. You don’t need to be working your dream job right now.

It’s okay to take a shitty office job because you need to pay the bills. It’s okay to spend your spare time volunteering to get the experience you need. There are a thousand different routes you can take to get to where you want to go. Don’t beat yourself up in the process – just keep moving, steadily and slowly, toward wherever you would rather be.

3. Everyone feels lost at some point.

No, seriously. Every single person you meet, interact with or think about in the course of a day has almost definitely had a period of their lives where they had NO clue what they were doing. So this is yours. You’re just getting it out of the way early.

4. You still have so much time to fail.

You have time to fail at love. At your career. At your creative aspirations. At your personal goals.

You are still young enough to fall and pick yourself back up, so many more times. So don’t be afraid to take those big, scary risks now – while you still have the time and the strength and the determination to start over.

5. Someone is going to love you again.

You’re going to feel that insane over-the-moon feeling again. You’re going to want to tell someone ‘I love you’ again. You’re going to have something real with another human being again, even if it doesn’t feel like it right now. The ability to love other people doesn’t leave you, even if it’s a muscle you haven’t flexed in a long while.

6. You are going to love you again.

Your self-perception is going to adjust to encompass the new, adult you: the one that you are still growing into. Don’t beat yourself up about who you are or are not yet at twenty-three – you have so much time left to grow into the person you’ll become, and to be damn proud of whoever that will be.

7. You are allowed to set and keep boundaries.

Being a young adult means saying ‘Yes’ to a lot of things – long work hours, demands from our partners – because you aren’t yet sure what you’re allowed to say no to. But here’s the deal – you are allowed to set whatever personal or professional boundaries you need to set in order to stay healthy and stable.

You don’t have to earn the right to take care of yourself. You deserve it, as a basic product of your existence.

8. You are never entirely without support.

You may not be lucky enough to have parents who are able to give you financial support or even friends who are immediately available to give you emotional support, but rest assured, if things ever went really wrong, you’d have people there to help you out in ways you may not expect. If at least a few names come to mind, you’re doing better than a lot of people.

9. Being disappointed in yourself just means that you know you can do better.

If you were never falling short of your own goals, you’d be living your life all wrong. Disappointment – in moderation – means that you believe in bigger things for yourself. And holding that belief in life will take you further than you could possibly imagine.

10. It’s not your job to live someone else’s dream.

You don’t have to move to Asia to teach English if it’s not going to make you happy. You don’t have to move to a big city and get a mind-numbing office job because it’s going to impress your parents. The choices you make now set the tone for the choices you’re going to make the rest of your life. So you’re allowed to make the choices you want to make – and only worry about impressing your future self.

11. ‘No’ is a very important word.

You’re allowed to use it. Say no to jobs that don’t entice you. Say no to people who bring out the worst in you. Say no to all the opportunities that prevent you from pursuing the bigger, braver, bolder life course that you’d rather be on. Say no confidently, strategically and as regularly as you need to. It is your right and in some cases, your greatest asset.

12. Nobody can read your mind – you’re going to have to ask for what you want.

Nobody is going to come hand you your dream job or your perfect relationship or your ideal lifestyle because you’ve been obeying the rules so diligently. You have to ask – directly and sometimes incessantly – for those things. It’s unfortunate that the adult world works this way, but it does. The sooner you get comfortable asking for things, the sooner you start getting big results. Results other people don’t get because they’re too afraid to ask for them.

13. You don’t have to be embarrassed.

Not by the job you’re working or the person you’re dating or where you are in life, in relation to the people you graduated college with. Embarrassment is a choice. And the prouder you choose to be of yourself – no matter where you are in life – the further you’re going to go. Confidence is a major predictor of success.

14. Your body is not seventeen anymore.

You can’t exist on a steady diet of beer, burritos and power-naps forever. Your body is starting to change and you have to change to accommodate it if you don’t want to feel just a little bit worn-out for the rest of eternity. Treating your body properly is going to have more of a positive impact on your life in the coming years than you could possibly imagine right now.

15. You’re probably hotter than you think you are.

Something I hear over and over again from middle-aged people is that they can’t believe they ever thought they were unattractive in their early twenties.

We are our own harshest critics at this point in our lives and it’s more likely than not that your most unattractive quality is the lack of confidence you have in your own appearance. Start believing in yourself a little more right now, so you have to kick yourself a little less aggressively later.

16. You aren’t done changing yet, and you probably won’t be for a while.

There are those rare, beautiful moments in our early twenties where it feels like we’ve got it all figured out and we’re entirely out of the woods. But those moments never last for too long. Life is constantly changing – but that’s far from being a bad thing. Your brain is still developing. You are still developing. And the worst thing you can be right now is stagnant.

17. You have to give yourself a break.

At 23, it’s easy to get so caught up in the working and progressing and forming relationships and finding ourselves that we forget to ever take a moment to just breath. To relax. And to take a brief break from frantically dashing toward the future. You still deserve to live and enjoy your life. Your future will come soon enough.

18. Losing friends is a natural consequence of this stage of your life.

Losing touch with your old college roommates or your hometown friends or the loved ones who settled down earlier or later than you did is a natural consequence of growing older. It isn’t solely up to you to keep every friendship you’ve ever had alive – some things fade out naturally, because they should. Because some of the friendships you shared were meant to last a season, not a lifetime, and that’s okay.

19. There will be people you have to leave behind as you grow, and that doesn’t make you a bad person.

Everyone grows up and grows into themselves at different paces. And the older you get, the more you will notice that some people almost deliberately choose to stay stuck or hold themselves back. And it is not your job to rescue these people from themselves. You can love them, you can support them and you can encourage them but at the end of the day you just can’t hold yourself back on their behalf. They have responsibility over their lives and you have responsibility over yours. You are not selfish or horrible to keep moving forward without them.

20. Comparisons are completely senseless, unless you use them as a motivator.

Comparisons are a great thing if you’re using them to motivate yourself to rise up to someone else’s level of greatness. If, however, you’re only using them to beat yourself down, they are the single greatest waste of your time and energy. You are not your friend or your college classmate or your co-worker who just got a raise. You are you. And if you want to rise above the rest, you have to use the skills that are unique to you, rather than pining after what comes naturally to everyone else.

21. Everyone fucks up.

No, seriously. Everyone has made at least one big, huge mistake that they wish they could take back. It’s just that we tend to not talk about our fuck-ups, which creates a culture where everyone believes that they’re the only ones who ever encounters them. Trust me: you’re not alone. We’ve all done some royally screwed-up stuff. And we’ve all survived it. Which means that you’re probably going to as well.

22. Everyone’s terrified.

Nobody really knows what’s coming next. Nobody actually has a foolproof plan. Nobody is 100% sure of how to get where they want in life and nobody has it all figured out.

Even the most confident people are a little bit unsure and a little bit terrified sometimes. Life’s just like that. Uncertainty is a key ingredient to the whole shebang.

23. If you had it all figured out right now, the rest of your life would be boring.

If you had the rest of your life locked and loaded at twenty-three years old, the rest of your life would be a let-down. The ups and downs are just a natural part of what keeps things interesting. And the truth is, now is the best time imaginable to ride out those fluctuations. A period of struggle prepares you for a future of resilience. So struggle away at twenty-three. The future has plenty of time to fall into place.

—  Heidi Priebe


So yeah, i was animating the Big Gift at Hunk Birthday Surprise event for #VoltronHunkBirtday but this is actually my.. third animation with him!

So here is set full of love to my favorite character! because then to post it if not now

please watch post with The Big Gift!


“I’m sorry…”

Happy belated birthday, @ka-zu-ya​! IMOUTO IS HELLA LATE BUT YEah ok I have no excuse

Based on this (x)

Behind The Scenes 3 (3/???)

Author’s note: So this scene and the next scenes take place in the course of one afternoon. They were both short, but i still didn’t want to make it one long post. The next half of this scene is most likely going to be posted later this week. Again, I have not visited any Asian countries nor am I even from a big city. I did my best to be as accurate as possibly, but sorry if my details aren’t too realistic. Sorry for any errors.

Genre: Fake fluff/ a bit of fluff

Word count: 2178

City: Beijing, China (3rd day)

Summary: You and the boys have a late celebration for Jungkook’s birthday.

Other parts: HERE

This is my GIF. I made it based off of this scenario series

It was the third day in Beijing and the boys didn’t have a concert tonight. This day was meant for V, Hiro, and Rap monster to take care of their deal. While they were off on the deal, the rest of you were going to go out and about as a “late celebration” for Jungkook’s birthday.

With Hiro gone, it was Minho that was driving the rest of you around to the shopping district. The man reminded you a lot like Hiro to a certain extent. He had the similar stature to Hiro and he was just as quiet, if not quieter. However, unlike Hiro, Minho was a bundle of nerves behind the wheel.

Since Rap monster wasn’t around, you all sat in whatever order you wanted. Jin sat in the passenger’s seat, jumping from giving Minho directions off google to texting away on his phone. Jimin and Jungkook stretched their legs out on the back seat while you finally had a chance to sit with Suga and Jhope. You happily sat in between the two of them in the van. Both Jhope and Suga were excited about sitting with you too.

“Y/n’s back! y/n’s back!” Jhope cheered occasionally.

Suga brought his face close to yours and analyzed you. “Hhhmmmm, a slight frown, heavy eyelids, and dark circles… these look familiar… someone must be a bit tired.” He said mockingly.

In all honesty, you couldn’t care less about what he was talking about, all you could think about was the fact that he was so close to you. All you did was stare back at him, admiring his features and enjoying his closeness. You could see curiosity grow on his face because his comment was going without any type of response. You couldn’t say anything though, you were frozen.

He smiled a sly smile. You saw his finger come close to your face and he began to bounce his finger from your cheeks to your forehead to your shoulders to annoy you. “You’re tired, aren’t you?” he teased.

“Yes, I’m tired!” you finally said. You slapped his hand away and pushed his face away from yours. “I don’t know how you guys do it. I just want to sleep all the time! I’m always backstage sleeping.”

“Yoongi’s hungover napping abilities have rubbed off on you!” Jungkook laughed.

“Ah, I’ve taught you well!” Suga smiled

Once again you found yourself frozen in time. Now it was his gummy smile that made your heart stop.

“We do it with the magic of this little guy!” Jhope exclaimed, taking your attention away from Suga. He pulled out a small light green pill and showed it to you before he popped it in his mouth.

“So you all take that?”

“Only before the show though” Jimin said.

“Yeah, that’s the only time we take it, except for Hoseok obviously.” Suga added.

“Ooohh.” You nodded.

“If you are tired, then you should sleep.” Suga suggested. “We still have a good twenty minutes before we get to the shopping district.”

“Nah, if I sleep now, I won’t be able to sleep later.” You explained as you fought to keep your eyes open.

“Talk to us y/n!” Jhope whined. “That’s why you’re sleepy. Staying quiet won’t keep you awake!”

“But your yelling will.” Suga’s comment went unheard by the rest of you.

“I am talking to you!” you fought.

“No! You’re just sitting there!”

You playfully crossed your arms at Jhope.  “Fine. Then ask me something so that I can talk.”


“Yes, Hobi. Anything.”

“Ok… What’s your ideal type?” Jhope giggled.

Your face suddenly became warmer. “What? Why such a random question?”

“Just curious.” He smiled. “We all know that Jungkook back there isn’t your type.”

Jungkook shot up in his seat. “Excuse me! I’m everyone’s type!” Jungkook said pretending to be offended.

“That’s right my type~.” Jimin sang.

“Hey! This is an A B conversation, so C yourself out of it!” Jhope was so loud already, he was practically shouting. He turned back to you. “So what’s your ideal type?” He asked again.

You turned to Suga for some back up, but he was staring back at you, waiting for your answer.

You face felt even warmer now. “Ummm… well…”

“I bet of all of us, Yoongi is your ideal type! Am I right?” Jhope asked loudly.

It felt like your face was on fire. You didn’t dare look back at Suga.

“Ya! Shut up already! Can’t you see she doesn’t want to answer that stupid question!” Suga butted in.

“Yes she does! She was about to tell me!”

“Y/n, don’t answer him. It’s mostly the high that’s got him acting so stupid.”

“Nu-uh! I’m just honestly curious!”

They continued to bicker back and forth over you. Thankfully the stores were coming into view. “I want to go to that store!” you shouted. You didn’t see what you were pointing at, you just wanted to change the subject.

Jin turned back to you from the passenger seat with a look of confusion. “You want to go to a bike shop?”

“Ummm… No. I meant the one next to it.” You said, feeling a bit embarrassed.

He quickly took a glimpse back at the store, “So, a cigarette store? When did you start smoking?” He asked with a smirk.

His attitude was already starting to rub you the wrong way and it was best that you keep your mouth shut. “Oh. I thought it was a candy store… my bad.” You whimpered.

“A candy store?! We should go to one!” Jimin said getting up from his seat to try and look out the bigger window.

After parking in a parking building, you, the boys and Minho headed off to a clothing store first. Things between you and Jungkook were practically second nature by now. The moment you all got out of the van, you and Jungkook walked off holding hands.

So far, being in China was a pleasant experience. Not many people recognized the boys, so it was nice to walk around with them more freely.

The first few stores were alright. Although Jungkook tried to help you look at the clothes, he was constantly getting distracted and dragging you around to see the things he wanted to look at. Now you all were in a men’s clothing store. It was a bit boring. Since it was all just guy clothes you didn’t really have much to look at. In the beginning, you helped Jungkook and Jimin look at clothes, but after a while you lost interest. You just let Jungkook drag you around the store. He and Jimin were having a lot of fun though and you were starting to feel like the third wheel.

“Oh the irony of it all.” You thought as you tried to keep yourself busy.

You looked out for Suga and Jhope. Hopefully they were close by that you could go over with either of them. From over the racks, you spotted the two boys on the opposite side of the store. They were both glued to their phones. Jhope was staring down at his phone. “Probably texting Mei-hui.” You thought. Suga was also on his phone, in the middle of a phone call. You saw the slightest smile on his face as he spoke. “… Aiko…”. You felt as if someone was squeezing your heart. “It’s always Aiko…” you couldn’t help but let out a small whimper at the thought of Suga liking someone else.

“You okay babe?” Jungkook asked.

“What?” you turned back at him.

“You went “Hmpt!”.” Jimin mimicked

“Oh! It’s nothing. I’m just… hungry!”’ you lied.

“Now that you mention it, I’m hungry too!” Jungkook said.

“Pizza?” Jimin suggested.

“Yeah! Let’s go get the rest of the guys!” Jungkook said, now dragging you over to talk to Minho.

You all rounded up and headed to the nearest pizza place.

The six of you sat at a booth. Jin, Jhope, and Jimin were on one side. Suga, you and Jungkook were on the other. You all tried to get Minho to pull up a chair and sit with you all, but he insisted on sitting alone at another table.

When the pizza came, you all attacked the food. You were the first one to finish eating, so you just observed the rest of the guys. Jin and Jhope were talking, both occasionally turning to their phones, Jimin and Jungkook were laughing up a storm and Suga was just glued to his phone.

You nudged his shoulder, quickly taking a peek at his phone. The screen was filled with a mix of Japanese, English and Korean.

He looked up at you and shoved his phone in his pocket.

“Talk to me. I’m bored.” You whispered.

“… Ha, ok so-“

“Bored?” Jungkook broke out. “Why is my jagi bored?” He threw his arm around you and pulled you closer to him

You were a bit frustrated that Jungkook ruined your chance to talk to Suga by going along with the truce so well. “I finished eating.” You said softly.

“Well, let’s take pictures of my birthday dinner.” He smiled.

After a few pictures, the guys finished up and you all headed out again. Although it was barely September, it was surprisingly cool. Your long sleeve shirt wasn’t enough to keep you comfortable from the evening air.

You all had only passed a few stores, walking about 2 blocks. Suddenly, Jungkook shouted “My phone!” Without another word, he let go of your hand and ran back in the direction of the pizza place.

“Where the fuck did he go?” Suga asked.

“I think he forgot his phone…”

“Guys! Hold up! We gotta wait for Jungkook.” Suga said to the rest of the group.

You all stopped where you were and waited.

Suga noticed that you were shivering a bit.  “What’s with you?”

“I’m just cold.”

“Cold? It’s not even that cold!”

“Coming from the guy with the sweater!”

Suga chuckled as he looked down at you. He took your hands. “Wow! You are cold!” He unzipped his sweater and draped it over your shoulders.

You took the sweater and ran your hands through the sleeves. “Hey! This is nicer than the sweaters you gave me! I should keep this one.”

“That is the reason this is still mine!” He laughed. He slid his hands up the sleeves and found yours, holding them again. “Why are you so cold? Don’t tell me you’re getting sick!” He held on tight to you, doing his best to keep your hands warm.

“I don’t think so. I feel fine.” You could feel the others staring at the two of you. You tried to pull your hands away, but he wouldn’t let go.

“Are you sure? You’ve been looking a bit down since we left the van.” He continued to pester you.

You could see Jhope and Jimin giggling with each other. Jin was just ignoring all of you and Minho was not too interested in what was going on.

Suga came up closer to you. “Here, let me keep you warm… I packed some medicine back at the hotel, I’ll give you some if you need any. Maybe Minho also has something that could help.”

You couldn’t help but smile a bit from all the attention Suga was giving you. Sure, you felt a bit nervous, but it was nice that he was finally giving you some attention.


“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” He thought as he ran back to the pizza place

He quickly made it back to the restaurant and ran inside. He scanned the old table and phone the phone right where he was sitting. He grabbed the phone and bolted back for the guys.

He was scared that they didn’t know he ran back for his phone. “Those fuckers better not have left without me!”

He ran down the slightly familiar block, looking out for the last store he saw before he ran back. Just when he thought he spotted Jin across the street, the crossing light prevented him from going to the other side.

He tried to look past the cars in search of the other members. “That was for sure Jin! It had to be!”

The second the light changed, he ran across the street. Soon he saw what looked like a crowd and one of the people looked like Jhope. As he quickly came closer to the group, he easily spotted Jin and Jhope, soon Jimin and Minho came into focus.

He slowed down to a walk, no longer scared of having been left behind.  “Hhhhmmmm, where’s y/n? … I don’t remember any of the guys wearing blue.”

Now a bit closer, he realized that Suga was the one in blue shirt and y/n was the one in Suga’s sweater instead.

Jungkook slowed down even more, taking in the image of Suga all over his “girlfriend”. Suga was standing over y/n as she stared up at with a smile on her face. “What the fuck are they doing? Why are they holding hands?!?”

A beautiful ot4 edit you know pls don’t judge me bc of this poorly made edit that was done in like 5 minutes’s my birthday and this is already my third follow forever (I love doing them for some reason) and I’ve also almost reached 2k followers on this blog which is crazy and I wanted to put these things together to make an appreciation post and give some love to my favourite blogs.

It’s been kind of rocky the past few months for me and mental illness has been kicking my ass but I wanted to make a list of people I love seeing on my dash and who I’m grateful for making my tumblr experience enjoyable, I appreciate you all so much!

And thank you to my followers who made this happen in the first place and the few that do talk to me sometimes and bless me with cute asks and other stuff, it actually means a lot to me.

@wrap-your-wings-around-me: Do I even need to say anything? You became a part of my life and it’s weird to imagine how it was without you. You’re always there for me and I know I can talk to you about everything and I’m just glad you exist well now I got sappy sue me

@lukeestnitescent: You are one of the sweetest people I have come across on this website and I’m so happy we started talking and we actually got to see each other shortly, that was great and who knows, maybe we’ll be able to meet again in the future

@babygirloffcial: Thank you for always being the one to send me new Luke pictures and blurbs that I get to see in the morning and freak out about, you’re so good to me. I love our conversations, you’re so peaceful and calm (at least that’s what it seems like to me) and I just love talking to you

Bold are literally the cutest, mutuals or not, who brighten up my dash and they have such golden hearts and their blogs are 10/10 (this is me declaring my love to you guys)

Mutuals are italic (I love you all dearly)

But seriously, if you’re on this list you all deserve the world, okay I stop talking now let’s go

# - c

@16lukes, @2k15luke, @5soslgbt, @angeluke, @ashtonfightme, @babygirloffcial, @bassistmp3, @beardyluke, , @blesshemmings, @calumofcolor, @calumsgood, @calumsunrise, @caulmhood, @cliffyluke, @complicashton, @crybaby-hoe

d - h

@dammitbands, @dankbands, @deadassluke, @diddlydarnitcalum, @domlucas, @dontstop168times, @dujourvevo, @fucklukes, @fvesos, @goldenlvke, @grunge-lucass, @hemmingd, @hemmingsdork, @hemmingz, @hemmoful, @hoodzer, @hotdamn5sos

i - l

@ijustreallylikelukeokay, @kinkhemmings, @kittenboymichael, @lashtonairplanes, @liprlng, @lovinghemmings, @lovingluke, @lueks​, @lukeestnitescent, @lukefightme, @lukeinism, @lukenut, @lukerawme, @lukesredflannelx, @lukeswhitetee, @lukeybee

m - s

@michaelcliflord, @micool5sos, @mukehug, @muketrash, @newreject, @paper-storm, @pastelhalsey, @poppunkblogger​, @scoobydoobyluke, @shoulderkisses, @spacegaskarth, @sparklesluke, @stopitluke

t - z

@thebvbmaid​, @thedreamvevo, @thiccassluke, @vivalasleep, @whatsupluke, @wrap-your-wings-around-me, @youngodluke

And no, these are not all blogs I follow, just the 5sos themed ones (more or less) and I try to not list ones that aren’t active much anymore even when they used to be my favourite. Also, to make sure you all know, my follow and likes and any other activities come from my main blog @evrythngsblue.

On the third day of Kissmas, my true love gave to me…

A birthday present to the absolutely amazing, sweet and lovely @lanzazul. You deserve everything in the world and more, and I can only hope that you enjoy this humble gift. 

Based on a Kissmas prompt that got way out of hand and that I’ll state at the bottom for the sake of not ruining what happens, this one takes place in our omega-verse Altean AU. It’s pretty long, so most of it is under the cut. Nothing terribly explicit for those who are worried, but it might get a sequel. I hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Keith/Lance

Word Count: 1190

This was quite possibly the worst situation Keith could have found himself in.

While most of the members of the noble house of Altea had been born as alphas, Keith’s charge — beautiful, coquettish, dangerous Prince Lance — had been born an omega.

It was a rule of the castle. No one was to go near the prince’s chambers when he was in heat, none but a few select guards trained to suppress their desires and trusted to ignore all temptation, all with good incentive. For someone of lesser birth to lay hands on a member of the royal family… it was a crime punishable by death.

As Captain of the Guard and the prince’s personal bodyguard, Keith held the highest level of trust out of any soldier. It should have been an honor to watch over and protect the prince in this delicate state. But as someone who’d been struggling for years to cover up any signs of his growing affection towards the prince, as someone who also happened to be an alpha… it was cruel and twisted torture.

Nevertheless, he stands at his post, shoulders straight and eyes pinched shut as he prays for strength of will. This entire wing of the castle smells like sweat and sex and honey-sweet desperation. The stench is oversweet, overpowering, arousing.


Another muffled moan coming from inside the room has him sucking in a deep breath through his mouth. The things he can hear and smell from his side of the door inflict an aching-hard suffering upon him. With his heightened senses, which were already acute to begin with, Keith is slowly being driven mad.

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The Third Party

I would put emojis but I’m on a laptop so HAPPY BIRTHDAY EM!!! I never thought worming my way into that chat I’d meet someone as brilliant and fantastic as you! I love you with all of my heart and I know this is a bit early but I wanted to post it now. I know how much you’ve been missing a certain flaming anti hero so here you go! Happy birthday love I hope it’s a fantastic one.

They were outmanned as far as Daisy could tell. Sure they had ore in numbers but Radcliffe had much more in power. The Watchdogs lingering, she could handle just fine. However, three new indistinguishable-from-the-real-thing robots? Yeah, not so much. AIDA lead the three with an almost heinous smirk across her face. Behind her stand Radcliffe and May but so much more dangerous than their counterparts. May is an excellent fighter already, pair that with the super strength of being a robot and that equaled not good. Daisy was their distraction while Elena unhooks May from her restraints. She could do distraction.

Daisy throws out her hand knocking the three off balance. She hears the distant firing of gunshots in the background. She knows they’re having an all out shoot out with the Watchdogs just outside. Elena had rushed her past the barricades; they needed to get May out fast and this is the only way.

The building trembles with her quakes sending bits of asphalt tumbling to the floors. She needs to be careful, this place could close in at any minute and as long as May is still inside, that is not a good idea. Daisy sends another quake their direction sending them to the ground again. A loud beeping interrupts the fight stopping her heart. Daisy’s head whips around letting out a breath of relief to find May gone, dangled wires left in Elena’s wake.

A punch to her rib cage sends her spiraling across the room. She heaves in a breath as her spine connects with the hard wall. She’s panting trying to get up as the three advance towards her once more. Weakly she raises a hand sending her most powerful quake at the three. Radcliffe and May fly backwards with crushing sounds of metal echoing through the now empty warehouse. However, AIDA stands strong.

“She’s built to last.” She can hear Radcliffe’s teasing voice in her ear. For all she knows the man is either captured or dead but the voice still sends chills down her spine.

AIDA lifts her by the throat with ease pinning her against the wall. Daisy had seen similar bruises on Melinda’s throat. Had this been what AIDA did to her? Pinned her against the wall, helplessly kicking in a struggle for oxygen. Darkness swims at the edge of her vision threatening to swallow her hole. Daisy grabs the hand putting all of her energy into breaking that wrist, desperately trying to destroy whatever mechanism was holding her hostage.

Suddenly the grip released and she drops heavily to the ground. Daisy gasps harshly trying to gather the sweet dusty air around her. Heat licks her face as flames dance in front of her blurred vision.

At first she thought it was a hallucination; red hot chains ripping through synthetic flesh and metal. Orange flames dancing in front of her vision as AIDA collapses in front of her. Eyes dim and the face goes lifeless as if she’d never been awake to begin with.

A tanned hand reaches towards her, offering her a lift. A freckle dusted face shines down at her through the dim light of the warehouse, worry reflecting in his eyes. She takes his hand pulling herself to her feet.

“Robbie,” She breathes.

“You can’t keep out of danger without me can you?” He asks, half serious and half joking.

“I had back up.” She argues.

“Which one? The ones in a shoot out or the one running around fetching supplies for Simmons?” He smiles half heartedly. “Come on, let’s get out of here before this place collapses.”


Nearly twenty hours she had been sitting there staring at May’s dormant form. The technological headpiece was still attached keeping May fully unconscious. She was practically dead to the world. She would be until Fitz reverse engineered a copy for one of them, most likely Coulson, to go into her hallucination and snap her out of it safely. Ripping her out of that fantasy could damage her mind completely, they had said. God Daisy hated seeing her so vulnerable.

“You need to get some sleep eventually.” Robbie’s voice from behind her startles her into dropping her SO’s hand.

“I just convinced Coulson to leave. It’s my turn.” She says blankly.

“You’ve been here for long enough.” He says. “Let another agent watch her. You need sleep.”

“And she needed us.” Daisy’s voice breaks as she speaks. “She needed us and we didn’t know.”

“This isn’t your fault Daisy.” He sighs.

“Is it not? I should have known.” She frowns looking at him. “She kept telling me something was off and then she… it avoided me after it rescued us. It knew something was up and we didn’t even know.” She breathes as slow tears roll down her cheeks. “What if something had happened?”

“Nothing happened.”

“But what if?” She snaps. She takes the moment to gather herself allowing herself the time to calm down. “How are you back? I thought you had some scores to settle.”

“I’ve been keeping an eye on SHIELD. I heard about May and I came back. Just in time apparently too.” He snickers.

“Thanks for saving my ass back there.”

“You saved mine.” He smiles shyly.

“How’s Gabe?”

“Adjusting.” He nods. “But I think he really likes the new place we’ve got. Thanks for hooking us up.” Daisy had hacked into the records and found an old safe house for the two of them. It had taken only a few minutes to get him the keys and change Gabe’s name officially in order to sneak him into the school records. When asked about payments Daisy had just smirked and told him not to worry about it. After all, Talbot didn’t need ALL of that government pay he was getting.

“And Lucy?” She smiles.

“I got that scratch fixed if that’s what you’re asking.” He jokes. It feels good to be able to let out a laugh.

“How long are you staying?” Daisy allows herself the moment to look back towards him. He looked pretty good for someone who was constantly on the move searching for vengeance. His hair was styled and his jacket was cleaned up. He looked… nice.

“Not long. I wanted to check on you before I headed out.”

“I’ll be okay.” Daisy looks back towards May who was still peacefully sleeping. “She’s a fighter.”

“I know.” He laughs. He walks up handing her a slip of paper over her shoulder.

“What’s this?” She asks unfolding it. On the paper is a hastily scribbled set of numbers.

“My new phone number. I know you could’ve hacked your way into finding it but it feels a little more special this way.” He smiles. “Call me when she’s awake.”

“I will.”

“Oh and Daisy?”


“Maybe when you come to town we could grab some pizza? I heard Gina’s has a mad meat lovers.”

“Sounds like a plan.” She smiles.

“Goodbye Daisy.”

“Goodbye Robbie.”

Learning How to Love Chapter Two, Day Eight Part One: Desperation

Hello everyone! To all those who read my first installment of this fanfiction that I posted on Jumin’s birthday, here is the next chapter! Thank you so much to all who read/liked/reblogged/replied to the original post, it makes every minute of writing these even more fulfilling! I hope you all enjoy the newest part!

To those of you who haven’t read the first chapter and would like to, here is a link to it: Chapter One

Also, since most of the days after Day Seven on Jumin’s Route are saturated with events and interactions, I think I’m going to release a sizeable portion of each day as a single chapter from now on to make it more manageable, easy to follow, and maintain my original level of depth.

Note: As always, MC will be referred to as MC in this story in the third person instead of blanks or Y/N. In addition, this story contains minor spoilers for Jumin’s route.

Onward to the fluff!

Chapter Two, Day Eight Part One: Desperation

MC tended to leave her phone on vibrate throughout the day to make sure she was always present in the messenger to acknowledge and approve guest suggestions. She also did it to keep up with each of the member’s lives, considering they were all like one large, albeit strange, family. She wanted what was best for each of them, regardless of her predilection for Jumin, and she knew that the messenger was a place where they sought solace and a relaxing reprieve from the day’s events.

Until she remembered Yoosung’s and Seven’s tendency to text the chat in the wee hours of the morning. After a series of jarring vibrations next to her pillow, MC woke with a quiet groan, opening her eyes blearily to see a winking emerald light on her phone. Against her better judgement, this had to be bad for her health, she opened the messenger to encounter an ecstatic Yoosung, raving about Honey Buddha Chips at two in the morning. Despite his excitement, he further relayed a concern for her safety that Zen had already made abundantly clear. It warmed her heart that they worried about her so much, but she responded with her honest feelings as she did every time they asked her how she felt about staying with Jumin. She was happiest knowing he was happy and well, and if that meant being beside him when he needed her then this was where she wanted to be. She knew they were only concerned because they felt his mental status made him unpredictable, but she was a little disturbed by the way they always assumed the worst of his intentions. She couldn’t think of a single moment since she arrived that validated those assumptions. He had been nothing less than rational and fair, always taking her feelings and comfort zone into consideration, acknowledging and apologizing if he was made aware that he stepped over a proverbial line.

Yoosung then gushed on and on about his favorite snack, grateful to Seven for letting him use his superior gaming computer and equipment to play LOLOL. Though MC was concerned as she always was that Yoosung wasn’t focusing on his school work and depriving himself of sleep, she was even more disconcerted that Seven was being so unreservedly magnanimous. It wasn’t like Seven to drop everything and invite an RFA member over to his house. She didn’t think he had malicious intentions, but she couldn’t help her suspicion that he was doing it all for a reason he wasn’t disclosing, especially if he was working himself ragged while Yoosung indulged. She would have thought they’d play LOLOL together or hang out, lazing about and eating chips. If they were barely interacting and Yoosung seemed to be the only one having fun, then why did Seven invite him over?

She was sure the key to understanding was in what Seven was working on, which Yoosung described as him staring at a video of a building in the mountains. As Yoosung deliberated, she rubbed her forehead with the tips of her fingers as she tried to figure out why the phrase sounded so familiar. No matter how hard she tried she was unable to recall why the detail seemed important, filing the tidbit away for further thought when her head ached less and instead encouraging Yoosung to help Seven. He effectively evaded her request by claiming Seven preferred it when he played LOLOL in silence and extending a quick farewell before logging out.

Before she could think on their bizarre little sleep(game?)over further, she wasn’t sure what to call it at this point, Jaehee appeared in the messenger less than ten minutes later. Concerned for her health, MC opened the chat immediately to find Jaehee trashing Yoosung’s gaming habits. Stifling a giggle at the good-natured burn, she eased the woman’s subsequent worries about her safety and well-being, a reflection of Zen’s. Promising that she was comfortable and not at all under duress regarding her decision to stay until morning, well later in the morning, MC asked Jaehee why she was up so late. Jaehee explained the recent findings she had substituted for sleep that evening regarding Sarah and her apparently nonexistent company, detailing the young woman’s penchant for luxury items that she hadn’t been able to afford as her primary motive for using the business as a front. Of course the petty woman had shouted at innocent workers for her own inability to regulate her expenses. MC’s revulsion grew upon hearing it was only Sarah’s sole selfishness that had jeopardized Jumin’s happiness and his vital relationship with his father; she wanted to marry him for the sake of some stupid overpriced shoes and purses.

Sighing at her inability to stop those conniving women, MC reassured herself with the knowledge that supporting Jumin was much more important and efficacious than retaliating. If she could engender a tiny smile when he couldn’t remember how to smile or help him heal while he felt like he was falling apart inside, then that was enough. As they continued to discuss, she agreed with Jaehee that Director Han was the root of the problem for enabling Sarah’s underhanded tactics, though Jaehee was more concerned with preserving the sincerity of the Hans’ business efforts than the fact that Jumin was being exploited for his wealth.

They were only a few minutes into the discussion when Zen spontaneously entered the chat, demanding to know if MC was content and unafraid with Jumin once again. She was touched by how worried he was, serving as an even better older brother than her real ones, but she made sure to underscore Jumin’s perfectly cordial regard. Jaehee brought Zen up to speed as he reacted with comical astonishment, the group’s original musings regarding Jumin’s predicament quickly distilled to two simple points essential to assessing possible solutions. One, that Mr. Han’s advocation of the engagement was devastating to his relationship with Jumin; and two, further investigation into the relationship between Glam Choi and Sarah might yield important information about their motives. Either Jumin and his father would have to compromise, or they needed to find a weak link in their demand for marriage.

Zen also had a fair point that it may be more conducive to their research if Jumin was actively helping, since it was for his sake. But Jumin wouldn’t deny his responsibilities unless he felt incapable of addressing them, and it was clear the damage his father had done by choosing a random woman over his own son was irrevocable. Anybody would have difficulty coping with that kind of a betrayal, and it was only further exacerbated for Jumin because he never learned how to express his feelings properly or seek healthy support systems. After having control over his own life ripped away from him and watching the one person he trusted to treat him with respect sell him out in a matter of seconds, MC couldn’t blame him for not wanting to think about what happened. There were a few things in her own life that she never wanted to think about, she was sure the same held true for everybody to some degree. So she insisted that Jumin simply needed more time to reconcile his tumultuous thoughts and emotions. Just because his hardships were psychological ones that weren’t easily discerned, it didn’t make them any less valid or difficult to contend with.

After continued pleas to head back to Rika’s apartment from Zen, honestly you’d think Jumin was a fire breathing dragon not a human being, the conversation shifted to his acting career with a tasteful selfie. As Jaehee went on about its radiance and its potential as a family heirloom, her eyes drifted to the darkened hall outlined by the dim glow of the fish tanks, wondering whether or not Jumin had been able to fall asleep. She rubbed at her aching eyes as she contributed absently to the conversation, distracted. Acute shock and exasperation followed most of her unintentionally Jumin-centric replies, along with their doubts regarding his inherent kindness. But she was certain he wasn’t a malicious person, just a pragmatic one. Eventually, he could come to learn how to express the proper level of appreciation and gratitude that they insisted he didn’t feel with a little guidance.

Poor Zen also felt accountable for burdening Jaehee with extra work, but MC reassured him it wasn’t his fault for sharing his dream and what he believed to be a legitimate threat to Elizabeth the Third. There was no way he could have anticipated Director Han’s detrimental actions hours later and the magnitude of Jumin’s reaction to the combined stimuli. As her eyes kept falling shut, she bid them good night with a final assurance that she would be careful and persuade Jumin to return to work, falling back asleep minutes after she placed her phone back on the coffee table.

The next morning MC groggily awoke to the sound of somebody cooking in the kitchen, the distant scrape and slap of food being flipped faintly audible.

Buzz. She turned to see her phone blinking violet. Jumin…? She opened the messenger.

“It hasn’t been scientifically proven that beautiful women sleep more.”


“But it’s been said that women tend to sleep longer than men on average.”

MC couldn’t help the giggle that bubbled past her lips, color rising to her cheeks. She didn’t know he could be so charming so early in the morning.

“Do you think I am beautiful?” She typed, unable to help her teasing. He was absolutely endearing.

She leaned back against the headboard, pulling the obsidian blanket around her and balancing her phone on her bents knees as she looked around. Sunlight streamed from the windows beyond the kitchen, golden rays filling the tidy abode as she waited for a reply. She wondered if the sounds she was hearing in the kitchen were coming from his chef, whom he had instructed to make her breakfast. He was probably texting her on his way to work as he often did throughout the week on the messenger. She thought it was touching that the compliment was meaningful and sincere enough for him to express comfortably, despite a bit of nervous hesitance. His demeanor imbued so much gravity into every word he chose to use, and for the first time she believed another person when they had used the word beautiful to describe her.

“Was I too direct?”

“Good morning.”

“I was just about to make pancakes for a beautiful lady.” He said, the words conveyed in a blue heart adorned with roses.

Her heart melted and her lingering blush intensified, unable to believe how sweet and affectionate he could be despite everything he had been through. It made her want to burst into the kitchen, hug him tight, and protect him from the entire world. But she didn’t want to startle him or make him uncomfortable with unwarranted physical affection.

After a moment of distracted adoration, the first part of the sentence hit her like a freight train. When had he woken up? He was the one in the kitchen? Could he really make pancakes? That was to say, edible ones?

“Isn’t it quite funny,” He continued, “that we’re both logged in the messenger while we’re at the same place?”

(Smiling emoji)

Oh my God this nerd. Perhaps Zen was right about her needing saving, because if she remained here with him she was sure she would die, overcome by this man and his cute antics. She covered her face with her hands in an attempt to regain her composure, shaking with laughter and grinning. But before she could reply, Jaehee entered the chat begging an imperturbable Jumin to return to work, claiming that he had many documents to sign and meetings to attend. Despite Jumin’s reluctance, Jaehee added that rumors were spreading that he wasn’t coming to work because he was preparing for the wedding he had never agreed to. MC was appalled that, even when it was clear that it was his father’s demands (courtesy of Glam and Sarah), that had pushed him beyond his comfort zone, they still had the gall to promote their forced wedding at the expense of his health.

Fully aware that Jaehee genuinely needed his help and that the continuation of those rumors would make the dissolution of their entire scheme all that much harder, MC encouraged him to return to work, promising to take care of Elizabeth the Third in his stead. As much as she’d miss his pleasant company in the penthouse, she was touched by the ease with which he trusted her to take care of things while he was gone. Jumin agreed to think about Jaehee’s request before coming to a decision, claiming that the pancakes were ready.

Rising from the bed, MC left her phone behind and used the restroom for a moment, washing her face carefully to be somewhat presentable before she headed to the kitchen. Tentatively, she peeked her head over the threshold to find Jumin removing an apron over his head, looking conflicted. She was so distracted by his woeful expression that she didn’t notice the cute little cat ears poking out at the top, the face of a very contented kitty decorating the front with a speech bubble that read “Check Meowt!”. She opened the door fully and his head turned to her form, her clothes wrinkled but her complexion fresh and well-rested. Mild surprise registered and a small smile followed before he folded the apron and placed it on the counter, gesturing towards the two plates in the adjacent dining room.

“Good morning, MC. Shall we?”

She nodded, delighted that she could put him at ease, even though she wished she had woken early enough to help him as she followed. “Good morning, Jumin. Of course. You didn’t have to go to all the trouble, but thank you.”

When they entered she observed the fluffy stacks with hints of pink discoloration, a perfect golden brown and intermediate thickness, topped with sliced strawberries and a moderate coating of syrup. The sweet aroma of fresh fruit and cinnamon saturated the air, a lovely prelude to what was sure to be a long day. He pulled back a chair and gestured for her to sit, patient and gentlemanly as ever, before moving to the other end and taking his own seat. An amicable silence fell as they retrieved their silverware and began to eat, though MC was aware of his eyes lingering on her here and there, eager to gauge her reaction. She carefully cut through a portion of the firm yet yielding bread, pressed it into a lingering trail of syrup, and popped it into her mouth. Her eyes closed as flavor burst along her tongue, the warm pancakes a perfect balance of sweet and savory as the strawberries melted in her mouth. It was rapturous. How on Earth had he learned to make pancakes this amazing? Hell, she had been making them for years and she had never been this good!

Her eyes were starstruck when she finally opened them again, only to find curious mercury eyes taking her in, puzzlement clear in the slight raise of his brow. She grinned and plucked a slice of strawberry from the top with her fingers, ecstatic. This man was full of so many surprises, and each one was more thrilling and captivating than the last.

“These are amazing, Jumin! You have to teach me how to make them sometime!”

His eyes widened and the faintest hint of a blush colored his ears as he looked down at his own pancakes, an involuntary, pleased smile curving his lips at such rare praise. She wondered how many times he had earned an earnest compliment from somebody that mattered to him other than his father.

“I’m glad you like them, MC.” He said when he was able to meet her eyes again. “Perhaps you could join me next time.” He invited cautiously.

“I’d like that.” She murmured back, and watched as his expression eased with the promise that she felt the same way.

The comfortable silence returned as they continued to eat, surrounded by sunlight. But it wasn’t long until they had finished and the sun rose higher in the sky, forcing Jumin to make a decision regarding work. When they both rose to leave the dining room, she knew what his choice had been when he returned to his room for a short while after asking her if she needed anything. She only asked to borrow a phone charger if he had a spare or wasn’t using his own as she sat on the bed and relaxed. She knew that seeing her confident in her ability to entertain herself and care for the house while he was gone would make him more willing to leave, and she was naturally happy to stay. She had always been a bit of a homebody, even before she had met the RFA. She liked the quiet and ease of her own home, she didn’t enjoy an abundance of social stimuli and interpersonal interaction.

When he emerged from the hallway he was dressed in his signature three-piece suit and striped dress shirt, fiddling with his cuff links as he carried a charger in hand. After a few more seconds of readjusting he walked over and handed it to her with a shrug.

“You can use mine for the time being. I’ll ask Assitant Kang to order another one for your use at work.”

“Thank you.” Their hands brushed as she retrieved it from him, his skin smooth and warm. She banished thoughts of holding his hand and tracing his palms, wondering if his hands were rougher on the inside.

As he had leaned down, she noticed his tie was askew. “May I…?” She asked as she stood, gesturing to his tie.

He blinked a few times, as if it took him a moment to fully register her request before he nodded, too shocked to think of anything to say. With deft fingers, she rose on her tiptoes to straighten the orientation of his umber tie, smoothing out the knot at the top with gentle maneuvers. When she was satisfied she took a step back and nodded with an approving smile, taking him all in, stunning and polished as ever

“Perfect.” She said, subsequently stifling an unexpected yawn with her hand, her eyelids drooping as a wave of fatigue hit her. When she managed to pry them open again, his watchful mercury eyes shimmered with tenderness.

“MC…” His voice was lower than she had ever heard it, so quiet that the words seemed to be compelled from him rather than spoken. “Your sleepy eyes look very cute.” He granted her a tiny smile as his hand started to move up before it halted in its tracks after a few inches, as if he thought better of reaching out and stroking her face affectionately.

Fiddling with his cuff links again, perhaps to keep his hands otherwise occupied, he cleared his throat. “I have something I want to say to you. Do you have a moment?”

“Yes, go ahead.” MC encouraged, marginally amused by his formal request. She came here to tend to him and spend time with him, of course she had as many moments as he needed. And it wasn’t like she had much else to do than write emails and check on a few things for the party.

“You read what Assistant Kang said earlier, right? I…I think I have to go to the office today.” He admitted, his downcast expression so reluctant and forlorn that she fought to retain her composure. No, he needed to get his work done and disprove Glam and Sarah’s rumors. Maybe she could send him little encouragements throughout the day to motivate him…

But his determination was quick to return, as if he had new impetus to retaliate against the people trying to take control over his own life away from him. “I can’t just sit and let strange rumors get around in my office. Of course, I will tell the bodyguards everything, and I’ll come back as soon as I can. If you take care of Elizabeth the Third, I’ll feel safe while I’m gone…Will you be okay?” Concern flashed across his face as the hands that he had crossed over his chest as he contemplated fell, his attention lasering in on her. As obsessed as he was with his cat, and she had a feeling there was more to that than first appeared, it was clear that she was becoming important to him too. And that was enough.

“I’ll take good care of her, I promise. Don’t worry, you can go ahead.” She reassured with earnest conviction, knowing that leaving the peace of his home was hard enough on him right now.

His expression eased again, all the stress and anxiety ebbing from his tense form with a long exhale. “You have a beautiful heart.” His smile returned, even if it was ephemeral, as color rose and heated her cheeks unbidden. She knew he didn’t mean much by it, that it was just an earnest reflection of his gratitude for the simple comfort she was extending. But she couldn’t remember the last time she had heard such a heartfelt and profound compliment directed at her, even as she was willing away her blush and forcing herself to focus on his explanation.

“Elizabeth the Third is important to me. But that’s how much I trust you…So I won’t have to be anxious while taking care of work. I hope you both stay safe until I come back. If everything goes well in the morning, why don’t we go shopping in the afternoon? There’s an outfit I’d like to buy for you. A princess should have clothes fit for a princess. This is what my father taught me since I was a little boy.” Well, that explained a number of things about his father’s love life. She was just glad that Jumin was more wary about women who were solely interested in expensive things rather than a fulfilling relationship.

As much as she appreciated the sentiment, she still felt it was more important that he maintain his position and help Jaehee, as well as ward off Glam Choi and Sarah’s rumors. If he was going to insist on such superfluous things, they could always have fun shopping and indulging some other time. “Thank you for saying so, but don’t worry about me and do what you have to do…!” Her delighted smile was followed by a firm nod of solidarity, reassuring him that her lack of a dress at this very moment was not a form of neglect on his part.

His prior seriousness eased at her clearly unperturbed expression, relieved that she was content as could be while he was preoccupied. “Yes, thank you for understanding. I’ll make sure to make it up to you.” He promised before his sobriety returned. “If anything happens, you know to call me, right?” She nodded again, but it was clear little would relieve his worry in this state. “You have to let me know if anyone tries to do anything to you. Of course, nothing like that will happen I’m sure…” He seemed to be reassuring himself more than her. The possibility of Sarah invading again weighed ostensibly in his conflicted expression as he tried to determine if the risk was substantial enough to warrant action. Apparently, it was. “Just wait a minute. I’ll introduce you to the chief of security.”

He stepped out of the room for a moment and conversed with one of the guards closest to the front door, his flat voice audible. “…Yes, it’s me. Please come to my room. I’d like you to meet someone.” When he returned to where she stood, he appeared more mollified than before.

“He’ll be here soon. I haven’t introduced you to any of the bodyguards here. They’ll have to know your face to give you complete protection, so you should meet him.”

She was surprised by his lack of detail regarding why she was staying here another day, and took it upon herself to mention it so that she could make sure to do as he would in his absence. “How should I take care of Elizabeth?”

He didn’t appear all that troubled regarding Elizabeth’s care, which she took to mean that he either trusted her so implicitly that he chose not to waste emotional energy on it or he was more concerned about MC’s safety in the penthouse. Either way, his growing, healthy calm warmed her heart. It was clear he was slowly coming back to himself. “She’s inside the cage, so there won’t be much for you to do. I’ll give her food before I go, so if I don’t return until the afternoon, you can just give her more. I’ll show you how to give her food. First you open the cage like this…” He began to demonstrate in clear chronological steps while Elizabeth let out intermittent, despondent meows. “Take out the food bowl…and give her the food. The food is under the bar table in the kitchen.”

Absorbed in the task, he began to explain to Elizabeth what was happening as well. “Elizabeth the Third, today’s food is for your weight loss. You haven’t been moving much in the cage. You’ll spend the morning with MC. She’s a nice person so I hope you get to know her better.” The cat let out a couple of heartier meows at the end of his explanation, almost as if she was agreeing with him as she looked to MC and then began to eat.

“The cage…it’s pretty.” She said absentmindedly as she noticed there was a small cyan bow in the corner the same shade as Elizabeth’s eyes, unintentionally reassuring Jumin as she had the first time.

“Pretty?” Needless to say, Jumin was as baffled as before as he turned to look at MC. “Don’t look as if you’re jealous. I might misunderstand you…” The statement wasn’t dark or suggestive so much as it was full of yearning, as if he wished there was a way to keep her irrevocably tied to him as he could Elizabeth. Though she was certain that was more a product of the loss of his father and the unprecedented comfort he felt when he was with her than a complete lack of consideration for her feelings. If it had been the latter, he wouldn’t have given her the option to leave if she so chose or asked her what she wanted throughout her stay, always striving to make sure she was content. Either way, she figured the best way she could reassure him was to remain steadfast regardless of the fluctuating circumstances. If she could show him that there was no reason to believe he would lose her, then he would override such extremes.

He shook his head as if to clear his thoughts of the temptation, rising from the floor in a fluid motion. “Anyways, please take care of Elizabeth the Third while I’m gone. You know how to give her food now, right?” She nodded again. “You won’t have to do anything else other than that.”

“Mr. Han, did you call for him?” Called a guard from the other side of the door.

“The chief of security is here…” Jumin sighed, walking over to meet him as she followed. “Come in.” He called, “You can leave the door open.”

“Alright.” The man agreed as he opened the front door, his eyes widening a fraction at the sight of the liberated cat eating behind them as he entered.

“Oh…you let the cat out.” He commented, looking relieved. It didn’t occur to her that his employees would be concerned about his mental health too, but she noted with interest that it was clear the chief had been as well.

“Once she finishes eating, I’ll put her back in the cage.” Jumin’s retort was sharp as he scowled, silver eyes flashing at the man’s lack of consideration for the danger Elizabeth was in. “But first…I’ll be out for a while. While I’m gone, please make sure to give the proper protection to MC here. Please remember her face.” He said as his voice returned to the glacial and dull tone she had heard him use earlier, explaining the circumstances of his request as emotionlessly as she was sure he did since before what happened with Director Han.

The genial guard turned to her, taking her in with a perceptive glance. “I did see her when she entered. It’s nice to meet you, MC. If anything happens, you can call for me anytime.”

She watched with alarm as the chief’s eyes suddenly widened, leaning to one side as he tried to discern something behind her.

“Mr. Han…” He began, but Jumin was so focused on systematically covering every possible risk to MC that he paid the chief no mind.

“I’ll take questions later. If my father, Sarah, Glam Choi, any one of these three visits me, call me first.”

But the chief insisted. “Er, Mr. Han, I’m sorry to interrupt you but!”

Jumin sighed, pausing despite clear underlying exasperation. “What is it?”

“Something white just moved at a very fast speed just now.”

“What…?” He asked as if the chief had lost his mind, mystified as turned around just as MC did to find a lonely food bowl sitting half full in front of an empty wire cage.

“No” She breathed, horrified. This couldn’t be happening, not now. Not when he was just starting to feel better. “…Elizabeth?” The word was little more than a hesitant whisper as she was rendered breathless with disbelief and foreboding.

“Elizabeth the Third… She was there just now…where did she go?” Jumin demanded as he did a double take, his fragile composure declining with every second. It was as if he was wracking his brain for a rational explanation, unable to believe Elizabeth the Third could be gone due to his own inattention for mere seconds.

“A white fur ball just disappeared towards that direction…” The chief gestured towards the left. “I couldn’t see properly because I was looking at MC. I think it was your cat, Mr. Han…”

Jumin was still thunderstruck, blind-sided by a possibility he had never considered. Elizabeth running away of her own volition. “Eliz…abeth…the Third…”

“I’ll lock all the building gates right now. She couldn’t have gone far.” The chief responded with absolute fortitude, waiting for his somewhat incapacitated employer’s complete instructions as he considered their subsequent plan of action.

Jumin’s hand rose to span his forehead before he ran it forcefully through his already messy hair, at a loss. “God…” The word was ripped from his lungs, as if the single syllable was the only thing he could possibly articulate as he remained victim to his own tumultuous thoughts and their rapid descent into regret and fear and confusion.

“Mr. Han?” The chief prompted.

Jumin huffed out a breath, shoving aside his turmoil for the sake of completing the task at hand. His expression turned stony, his steely eyes locking his emotions down tight like impenetrable shutters. “Tell all the security guards. Right now!” Unlike the men she had known in her life, MC marveled at how his voice didn’t rise under such duress so much as intensified, his implacable command weighing more heavily in the room than any shout.

“Yes, sir.” The chief took his sudden vehemence in stride. “And will you go out as planned?” He asked for clarification, unsure if he would want to leave the task to security.

“Lead me to the security room where I can see all CCTV screens of the hallway and lobby. Finding my cat is the first priority.” Jumin replied without missing a beat.

“Yes, sir!” The chief agreed, dashing out of the room and mobilizing immediately.

As Jumin stalked to the door MC hastily grabbed her phone and moved to follow, calling out to him as she did. “Jumin, I’ll help you find her!”

He spun around and backtracked so abruptly to where she stood she could only blink. “No. You stay here, MC.” Before she could protest, his expression crumpled under the force of everything he was feeling, revealing it to her alone in this transient moment as he struggled to remain impassive. “This might sound funny, but if even you won’t stay here, then I will feel very troubled. Please don’t leave this place.” I can’t lose you too, his desperate gaze seemed to scream, I’m not strong enough yet. Despite his struggle and eventual success in regaining his previously flat expression, every single movement he made was stiff and forced, as if he was fighting to maintain some level of control. “Alright? Don’t leave.”

“God…keep calm.” He pinched the bridge of his nose before he stepped out the door. “I’ll come back with Elizabeth the Third. Just wait for me here…!” He assured as his footsteps grew fainter with every minute and the voices on the other side of the closed door ebbed.

MC walked over to the bed, feeling numb as she collapsed on the end of it, her head in her hands as her heart broke for him. She had known it was going to be a long day, but this? How could they ever have prepared for this?

Tagged: @likeaquietfantasy @protectjuminhan

Happy birthday Rukia

Happy birthday to Rukia.
My favourite character of Bleach and all of anime/manga.

The chappy-lover petit girl who is very kind, beautiful at heart. Strong but gentle.

She is Ichigo’s ray of light.

She is Byakuya’s pride and joy.

She is Renji’s princess. ( and best friend, forgive me I’m IchiRuki)

She is Isshin’s third daugher.

She is Kon’s sweet Nee-chan.

She is is Ukitake and Kaien’s most important subordinate.

Everyone in both worlds revolved around her and that included me.

I don’t have my own fan art to post, but if I could, I will draw her with everyone around her.

Because she is the heart of Bleach.


Well friends, here’s my face for a THIRD time today (sorry not sorry), but there’s so many hashtags going around and I just want to participate in all of them!! Also, ignore my terrible drawing I was rushing when i drew this ahhh don’t judge me.

But anyway, Jack has made me smile SO many times! Whoever he tells a silly joke or does something funny, I’m just sitting there laughing like the little six year old that I am. But one specific time that he made me smile is in the Birthday video he posted recently. Oh my goodness I was just so happy to see Jack talking about the community like that! Just seeing him go through the tag and talk about people’s posts made me so happy. :)

(YES I am wearing my pajamas in this pic, don’t judge meh! Also, do you like my “Positive Vibes” shirt? I’m wearing it just for the community!!)

anonymous asked:

Omg stop being such a boring whiney bitch and accept that some people don't care as much about you as others. That's fucking life. Stop having Tumblr brain wash you into being another one of those retards following the "need some loyal friends" mantra to every situation. It's your fucking birthday, big fucking deal, people are gonna say happy birthday because they wanna be nice. Doesn't mean they wanna stick around to see you die lmfaooo why TF do you idiots think so deep into nothing

first of all…. it’s not my birthday you dumb fuck! , second im not whining about shit im in a perfectly good mood dumb bitch, i’m getting pussy so it ain’t got shit to do with love life or friends you dumb bitch, third !!!! NONE OF MY TEXT POST ARE THAT DEEP I JUST WRITE HOW THE FUCK I FEEL I DONT GIVE A FUCK IF YOU SEE IT/ LIKE IT/ REBLOG IT OR WHATEVER. i post my thoughts and fucking go. suck my fucking dick you musky doodoo breath dumb ass hoe… im sick and tired of you pussy ass fucking anons on here cuz if you feeel sooooooo strongly about this shit to write me a fucking paragraph about it, then how about you show everybody who u really are…. you little bitch! i literally don’t give a fuck bro it’s a fucking text post i make em so ppl can relate to the shit or i make em for good fucking laughs… u won’t catch me reaching on here and reblogging my own fucking text post unless i’m adding something i just type the shit and go. you so pussy! bap ass tumblr kids so pussy sometimes bro.

Ok but I’ve headcanoned Sebastian is legit jealous of Finny for his relationship with Ciel since, pft, years. And this post is not the post where I’ll finally talk about it. 

But I realized something when re-reading my third volumen, something everyone knows but I’ll talk about it here because I have feels and because this is my fucking blog I can do whatever I want, lol.

 If it weren’t for Finny, Sebastian would have presented his birthday cake to his master, because he was the only servant aisde of Sebastian who remenbered. The only one.

Of course, Tanaka probably did it too, but he didn’t say something, and I don’t think he would though; he’s probably the kind of “happy b-day have this present young master” guy. But that’s up to any person I guess. xD

Finny is so sweet “A very Special day”.

All that translated in them destroying the house for their good intentions. 

Adorable. I know Frances and Elizabeth were also going to celebrate their birthday, but the point here is that Finny won (not the servants, Finny) the “let’s celebrate Ciel’s birthday” ‘competition’ because he’s so selfless and cares about his master so much he’s transparent in everything he do. Yeah, he had help but he was the one who put them to work. Also, Frances wasn’t going to cook for him, so this was, deep down, a Sebastian vs Finny competition. LOL.

And tbh, the thing I most adore about Finny is how he’s so good-willed he didn’t throw the cake to the stupid face of Ciel because damn boy, that’s not how you react to people’s good wishes. Why everyone loves this awfull bitch-resting face earl so much it’s beyond my reach, because I can not understand how pure people like Soma and Finny care for him so much. Maybe they’re so pure they don’t realize it (I’m going with that). 

And Sebastian was so upset that time when he couldn’t give Ciel his cake, so lmao my hc stays. @dorkshadows


Beyond Alice has now officially been opened for three years! Gosh, I can’t believe it’s been this long. I love you guys so much for being a part of this, every single one of you. 

I hope you enjoy our new trailer that was just posted! I did my very best to try to fit in as many active characters as possible, but alas I could only do so much with the footage I was able to get. 

I’ll probably be headed to bed soon now, but HAPPY ANNIVERSARY, EVERYONE, AND HERE’S TO ANOTHER GREAT YEAR AHEAD!

(Translation) Sandaime J Soul Brothers: 50 Questions and Answers PERFORMER/Iwata Takanori (Part 1)

I am posting this since it is Gun’s 27th Birthday today! I will be posting part 2 within this week! Happy birthday, Gun!

If posting, please use proper credit and use share this link instead! Plagiarism is bad. Very bad.

English is not my first language (it’s my third actually lol) So pardon me if there are nuances on the translation. Especially that it’s my first time translating an interview for a magazine.

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Jimin - 

12:56am kst

생일이 지나가버렸다
오늘 내 생일 끝났네요
여러분이랑 같이 지내면서 벌써 세번째 촛불을 불어버렸다 시간빨라
뭔가 생일이라서 더 들뜨고하진 않았지만 갑자기 지나갔다니간 아쉽네
어제 새벽에 여러분들이 보내는 글읽다가 아 무슨말하지 고민하다가 안왔지
지나가버리고 와서 아쉽지만 오늘 하루동안 축하해준 여러분 고마워요
나를 위해서 이렇게 챙겨주고 글써주고 신경써주고 선물주시고 생각해주시고 웃어주시고 한분들 모두다요
가끔은 이런생각도해요 내가 전생에 무슨 좋은일을 했길래 이렇게 사랑받고 응원받고 축하받을까
다 여러분이 있으니까 이런 생각도 하고 하는거겠죠?
항상 우리 기다려줘서 너무 고맙고 여러분들 축하받으면서 자기전까지 계속 배불리 먹다가 잘게요
하트총알 뿅뿅(안쓰는 말투는 오글거랴어내ㅑㅓㄹ매널)

My birthday has passed.
My birthday today is already over.
It’s already the third time I blew candles with you guys. Time passed by so fast.
Because it’s my birthday, I haven’t felt more excited but it’s a pity that it passed so suddenly.
Yesterday at midnight I read all of your posts that you sent to me and thought “ah what should I say”
It’s a pity that it’s over but I’m really thankful to all of you who wished me the whole day
You guys took care of me, wrote posts for me, cared for me, gave me presents, thought of me, made me laugh, every single thing
Sometimes I have this thought, what did I do in my previous life to get all these love, support and wishes?
It’s because I have all of you that I have to have these thoughts right?
Thank you for always waiting for us. With all the wishes I received from all of you, before I sleep I’ll keep eating until I’m full
Heart bullets bbyong bbyong (The words I didn’t say here are cheesydkhgg)

01:25am kst

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@foreveringrey and @kikoloureirosdeliveryservice tagged me to post a selfie, thanks!
Tho these two aren’t a proper selfies, but it’ll do. Yesterday I was in a fen (last time I celebrated my 19 birthday in there). I needed to talk to the spirits of this fen (in the third picture my face is like ‘dad,please stop interrupting me, I’m in serious conversation with spirits’, lol). After this trip I’m full of inspiration an energy.
P.S. Pardon my face, I was kinda sleepy and tired.

I tag: @skadi-och-skjoell, @elixmia, @anthr0pos, @into-the-cosmic-sea, @uinuvien, @johntaylorsmullet, @daslykanium, @fleshofthefallenangel, @punkularity and @as-cold-as-her-sorrow


MetalMamemon | Speed Draw

One of my 2017 Digimon Birthday gifts, this is the third, and is for MetalMamemon who, of course, wanted art of MetalMamemon!
Unfortunately, there is a bit missing in the middle of the video because part of the recording was damaged. Thankfully it was just part of the flat coloring. Sorry about that!

Happy Birthday again, MetalMamemon! Hope you like the Speed Draw!

Metal Crusher - Undertale - Gooseworx Cover

Completed art can be found on my Tumblr: