this is not quality why did i do this for 4 hours

episode two :: Yuri realizes, suddenly and terribly, he might be a little bit in love.  


Victor doesn’t even try to go to sleep.  He just lays in bed with his laptop, watching the thirty-seven takes of Yuuri trying to get “hi, I’m Yuuri Katsuki, and I’m the Bachelor” out of his mouth.

Don’t they know who I am?” Yuuri slurs on screen.  

Yuuri, you have to put the champagne bottle down, you have to pretend to be sober,” Phichit says off camera, all authority gone from his voice.  He’s trying not to laugh.

Phichit,” Yuuri says, and he takes a big swig from the bottle, bubbles pouring down both sides of his lips. “You can’t tell me what to do.  I’m Yuuri Katsuki, and I’m the motherfucking Bachelor.

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Language Learning Styles

You can have 1 or more styles combined, that depends on what you like or works for you. I tried to think of every style that i know.

Ant Style

The person who has this style is most probably that organized langblr who actually knows what they are doing. They have certain periods of time when they study and nothing can disturb their routine. 

How to know if you have this style? Easy, do you know when you’re done with studying your language? If you just thought of a period of time and what you are doing in this period, you’re an ant.

How to become an ant learner: take an agenda and make a schedule, a very detailed one. You write down everything, from what you study to for how long and with what (duo, flashcards, notebooks etc.)

p.s. This learns take everything seriously, their notes are probably goals, perfection is written everywhere and they work hard, too hard maybe.


Sloth Style

This is the entire opposite of the ant learners. Masters of procrastination, but somehow they know the language better than some ants? 

How to know if you have this style?  Ask yourself what plans you have tomorrow, if the answer is “sleeping” or “no idea”, congrats, you’re a sloth.

How to become a sloth learner: Hakuna Matata. 

p.s. this kind of learners prefer to immerse themselves, they prefer watching movies, listening to music, looking at others how they explain and they observe everything, they don’t have notebooks, they are spontaneous. (that’s why they are awake at 3am playing on duo most probably.


Panda Style 

This style is a combination of a sloth and an ant. They procrastinate like 20 hours and in the last 4 they can finish a duo tree, talk with Nth natives and finish Grey’s Anatomy in their target language. 

How to know if you have this style? Ask yourself if you know what you’re doing tomorrow. If you said "studying” but you have no idea what or how, you just won the Bamboo Reward of the year.

How to become a panda learner: Procrastinate at a medium level, learn using both, textbooks and games, movies, comics (fun stuff).

p.s. they are hardcore, they will most probably procrastinate their sleep and then sleep for at least 12h straight! The same goes for languages, they do nothing for Nth years, and when they do, they get to be B1/B2 in a weekend.


Cat style

Very similar to a panda, except that when they are studying, they are like an ant, they know what to do and when to do it, so let’s call this “fancy procrastinator style”.

How to know if you have this style? If you know what to do after a long procrastinating session, you just got cat ears.

How to become a cat learner: Keep procrastinating, but when you stop, always have a plan of what you’re gonna do.

p.s. This kind of learners prefer finishing a grammar book, a Duo tree and memorize a lot of vocab before talking/showing their skills to someone. They are B2-C1 when they 1st talk to someone using their target language


Puppy Style

They are the most energetic kind of learners, well, they and the ants. They have plans over plans, (that they don’t follow at all) they overwork themselves and are always up for games or talking.

How to know if you have this style? If i ask you now what you’re doing tomorrow for your target language, you answer me with “grammar” and the next day you watch Mulan in French you are a puppy. You will always do the opposite of what you planned.

How to become a puppy learner: what’s awesome at this kind of learners is that they aren’t afraid of mistakes, they know mistakes are the way to fluency. They will always do something for their target language(s), they are full of passion. Try to be organize and fail, don’t be ashamed of your mistakes and you will be a puppy in no time.

p.s. Their notes may not be goals, but their notebooks are like wikipedias, they are gold, full of details for every single thing related to their target language(s).


Owl Style

These learners are the most calm people you will ever meet. They don’t hurry. They know their stuff 100%, they enjoy the journey. Owls are those humans who know that quality is over quantity.

How to know if you have this style? If you know what language you want to learn, but you move with baby steps (owl steps in this case) towards that fluency, you are a tiny little adorable owl.

How to become an owl learner: all you gotta do is… don’t hurry, you make minimum of effort but you, and others, know how wll you know your languages, the grammar rules, your routine etc.

p.s. This kind of people have the same routine since forever, you can’t break it. Also, they learn from their mistakes, and by learn i mean they even have a sticky notes somewhere with every single mistake ever made.


Kangaroo Style

This kind of people are so… normal? They are balanced, they do what they got to do. They may seem like they have nothing special at all.

How to know if you have this style? If i ask you about resources for Haitian Creol, Hawaiian, Quechua and you opened 3 google drive accounts saying that you have resources, you are kangaroo.

How to become a kangaroo learner: have resources for resources, this kind of learners are prepared for everything seriously.

p.s. they also like to try out every single thing out there for their target language(s), they will try everything in order to find something more useful


Monkey Style

We all know/have that friend who likes quantity over quality, this is the monkey. They will try a lot of stuff thinking that they learn but they remember nothing.

How to know if you have this style? If you are asked what you did all day and you start saying Nth games, lessons, movies etc. and you are quiet when you’re asked again what you’ve learned, that’s a monkey trait.

How to become a monkey learner:  Learn lessons without bothering to understand them 100% 

p.s. now, this style is pretty useful for languages like japanese when it was proven that quantity over quality is better, just as a side note, monkey are full of excitment~ they will motivat you only bc they are right next to you.


Bunny Style

This style is so tricky, they may seem to be monkeys because they spend a lot of time playing around with everything but they are actually more organized than you may think.

How to know if you have this style? You go through Nth games daily BUT that’s because you try to master your topics so you do a lot of exercises for each lesson, you are quantity over quality in a quality over quantity style.

How to become a bunny learner: be anxious (joking here) So, to be a bunny is easy, all you gotta do is master everything in different ways, use games, then books, then go to videos, always change your learning style.

p.s. they may seem like they waste their time but they only want to be well prepared and avoid making many mistakes


This post is longer than i expected. Anyway, what kind of learner are you guys?:)

On pricing your artwork:

I wrote this originally for Artist Alley Network International, but it struck a chord with a lot of people, so re-posting here!

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Your artwork, and your merchandise, is WORTH SOMETHING!

1. You are producing something no one else can.  Even if there are a hundred other similar items, only you are making artwork like you.  That is worth something even if you don’t immediately see it.

2. You aren’t walmart.  You are a small business owner and need to charge what you’re worth rather than race to the bottom to see who’s the cheapest.   This ties into #1… so what if someone else has acrylic charms for $3. You are the only one selling YOUR art, so price it at it’s worth.

3. Shipping, storage, packaging, presentation, and protection are all worth extra.  Your item may only cost $1.50 to produce, but you also spent .10 to upgrade the quality.  You spent .50 cents to ship it.  You spent another $1 on packaging, and you spent $30 on the display it’s on.  You rent your apartment or garage for $500-1500/mo.  Your table cost you $300 to rent.  Your online store charges you .20 cents per sale plus a transaction fee. Your item will sell at a loss if you sell it for $2 or $3, even if production was less than that.  Factor in all these costs when you sell your item.  PLUS, your worth.  If you spent hours making the design, you deserve some of that in compensation!

4. Perceived value is actual value.  Customers who see an artist where everything is $2-3 probably will perceive it as less valuable than the artist who sells everything from $20-30, even if the artist selling cheaper actually puts more time into their work.  Perceived value also will change the way a customer approaches your artwork.  Will they cherish it and save it and frame it, or will they punch holes through it with a thumbtack, or will they forget it’s in their bag and find it bent up hours later?  Sometimes pricing your art higher actually creates DEMAND, because it now looks like it’s worth something.

5. fast sketch does not necessarily = cheap price.  Did you spend money on your art education?  Are you experienced in your field?  Is there a lot of demand for your artwork?  Do you work professionally with many clients? Did it take you years and hours to develop your style and speed?  All of these are separate from how long it takes you to draw.  Which is why a 10 minute sketch might be worth $40 rather than minimum wage x time spent drawing.

6. We are all in this together.  If you fight with your neighbors on who can price art the cheapest to get the fastest sales, you are fighting a downhill battle which will ultimately make ALL of your artwork worth far less.  Instead, look at an artist and go “Wait a minute? They charge HOW MUCH?  That means I can charge that much, too”  When I sit in a row of artists charging what they’re worth, I notice that ALL of us make far more sales than if we underprice one another.
This also reflects in the market, too.  If a client who wants to charge $1000 for 24 illustrations is turned down by countless artists they’ll realize they have unrealistic expectations.  When people start seeing the $ sign, instead of factoring in their time and energy and take these low paying jobs, these clients will become upset when they see the artist they really wanted turning them down.  Obviously artists from different countries will price differently, BUT, if you’re selling to someone in a different country with a higher dollar value, ask for that higher value!  You’re competing against THEIR dollar rather than your country’s dollar at that point.  Same goes for pricing commissions online.

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Good luck everyone.  We’re all in this together!

Professor Kwon: Chapter III

Genre: Teacher AU, Smut, Fluff, Angst.

Word Count: 3,460

Chapter: 3/?

Pairing: G-Dragon x Reader

Warnings: Once again, there won’t be any until like the 4th chapter ;)) Please hold on until then bbs.

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“You know Y/N, I must admit you’re improving. It appears my warning has gotten through that dull head of yours”, Mr. Kwon paced back and forth slowly in front of my desk as he spoke.

“With all due respect sir, I do believe my head is not dull and that I am improving at my own will. Not because you told me to do so,” I bit back.

Bang!

Suddenly, Mr. Kwon’s hands slammed down on the surface of the wooden desk. His body lurched forward slightly and his gaze captured my own.

“What? Just because you wrote one decent paper, you think you have the power to question my authority?” he glowered at me and I shivered with a sickening mixture of anger and annoyance. “You will have to do a lot more than whine about your autonomy before I think of you as anything more than a subpar student”.

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the best thing he never had ; four

one , two , three , four , five

pairing; jungkook x reader

genre; best friend!au

word count; 4.8k

summary; in this story, you have known your best friend for more than 15 years and you were utterly and wholly in love with him


You promised that you would get to tell him.

Soon, that is.

But not now— not when he had been stressing out over midterms and you, being just as busy with packing your things and talking with the administrator back and forth about how your trip would all go down.

The global internship was a chance for you to finally do something that you loved and prove that you are worthy of something more than just purely passing every midterm and getting good grades effortlessly (at least that’s what they say when you’re not listening). But truly, you knew that this internship to see dozens of places could help you go back to your roots and experience the many things you wouldn’t be able to do with just plain studying.

You were going to Australia, the first place that your mother took you when you were seven and you could vaguely remember the streets that everyone walked on all throughout the day and you grasping onto your mother’s arm as tightly as you could in fear of getting side tracked and losing her all at once.

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       Traits & symptoms of Borderline Personality Disorder in Bum

Hello there! I’ve been meaning to do this post for so long, but decided to wait for the season to end instead.

Since so many people have their doubts on whether Bum has an accurate portrayal of BPD or if he even has that disorder, I’ll try to explain that over here as best as I can, coming from an actual person diagnosed with BPD and a psychology student.

We are gonna go through the DSM V criteria along with other traits that I consider worth mentioning.

Please bear with me!

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[TRANS] BTS Official Fanclub A.R.M.Y 1st Term - Interview (P3)

(the interview is from 2014)
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Q: It hasn’t been that long since BTS debuted but you have released 3 albums already. Is there any moment when you feel like “Ah! I’m going crazy!” while preparing for the albums? 

V: For me it’s hard and it leaves regret with every album. When I finished recording and listened to it, I would regret “I should have done better, I should have put more emotions in”. But once the recording is finished it can’t be redone… This part always makes me regret, so it was hard for me. 

Jin: There has never been an easy album for me but during ‘O!RUL8,2?’, from a few weeks before recording until the album’s finished, my cold wouldn’t go away. Especially my voice wouldn’t turn out the way I want it to be, so it was hard for me both mentally and physically. 

Jimin: It’s ‘N.O’ for me too. I don’t know why it was that hard. 

J-hope: Yeah, Jimin had it hard that time. 

Jimin: My parts got a little longer than the previous album. (laughs) I think I was pressured by that. 

Rap Monster: Really? Everyone chooses ‘O!RUL8,2?’. For me ‘2 COOL 4 SKOOL’ was really hard. Because of one song… I talked about this in another interview, but we had to modify the same part of the lyrics more than 20 times. I think I sold my soul at that. Just thinking of it… (shakes head) They kept telling me to change it so one day I got so furious. I couldn’t shout out loud because I was at the studio, so I went to the park alone at dawn and plugged in my earphones and shouted loudly for about an hour? Afterwards the introduction was written and things went well. Wow really, that time I wrote the lyrics while hanging on the chin-up bar and shouting until I nearly cried. 

Suga: Well, writing the lyrics was hard that time. I looked through my mail box recently and I sent an email with the subject [No More Dream - lyrics modification - Suga 1] like this, and it advanced to 27. Looking back at it made me think “How did I do it.” 

Jimin: That time Hobi-hyung went there for a while too. (points up to the sky) 

All: (laugh) 

J-hope: (laughing) It was really hard in ‘No More Dream’ days. 

Rap Monster: Those days were scary. The psychological pressure and the anxiety of whether or not it would be okay coming out like this. 

V: Every time we do one choreography move, we had to match even the angles of the fingers. 

J-hope: We still focus on the performance now but back then when practicing the choreography, if someone didn’t match even just a little bit, we would sure be staying up all night that day.

Suga: The real hard thing at that time was that during trainee days, the members who had longer training period would lead the younger ones in everything, but then they said we were going to debut, none of us has ever debuted before. 

All: (laugh)

Rap Monster: We can talk about it now but it was very scary back then. 

Suga: It was really terrifying. (laughs) We scraped up all our worries and stayed up all night thinking about it, we even discussed what to do just among ourselves in whispers because we were afraid the younger kids would hear it. 

J-hope: We’re talking about it while laughing now but back then, just thinking of it brings in the fear. 

Suga: Now it became like “Let’s write even if just one more line of lyrics in the time we spend worrying!”. (laughs) The album that made me nearly scream “Argh!” is the most recent one. Even if I didn’t get hurt in the middle (of preparing the album), I wouldn’t think we would be this short of time. 

Jungkook: Me too. I have this regret like “If only I have some more time to prepare”. 

Suga: Right. Actually if I didn’t get hurt we wouldn’t be tight on time, but I was hospitalized so we lost 3 weeks. I finished the recording just right before mastering and we barely passed. I aged by 10 years. (laughs) 

Rap Monster: That’s right. As the time’s fixed, we had to follow the year-end award ceremonies schedule and went to the studio at dawn to work, we can’t throw away the quality factor with the excuse of not having enough time. 

J-hope: But I feel like it’ll slowly become harder as we release more and more albums, because of the lack of time. Actually rather than not having time, it’s because we’ll want just a little more, just a little more time to make better and cooler music. 

Rap Monster: We have to raise our standard. We have to gradually raise the quality. 

Suga: But if we say something that’s scary to say like “We didn’t have time” to the fans, it would disappoint them, so we should refrain from saying such things. 

Rap Monster: I think it’s the parts that we could have done better. Instead of letting them know that we have worked on it like this, I hope to tell them that “We have put in a lot of effort.” With each album there are more of those parts that we wished we had done better, but I think it shows that our view in terms of music is slowly broadening. 

Suga: I think what Rapmon said is true. Back then I thought I just need to rap well, but now I have learned to think of the details more. 

J-hope: You can say we’re really growing up. 

Q: How did you feel when you listened to the 3 released title songs for the first time? 

Suga: I listened to the song thousands of times while working on it so I thought I wouldn’t feel anything fun when the mastered song came out, but I got deeply touched like “I worked hard on it and it came out!”. 

J-hope: There was a time before when I wasn’t aware of it while practicing ‘No More Dream’, but one day it suddenly came to me “Ah! This is it! It’s good!”. 

Jimin: (laughs) 

J-hope: I got the same feeling with ‘Boy In Luv’ recently too. 

Suga: You have that feeling this time too? 

J-hope: Didn’t I say it? (points to Jimin)

Jimin: Out of nowhere! At the studio! (laughs) 

J-hope: I went to the studio and I suddenly had a feeling. Jimin was there at that time so I told him “Hey Jimin, hyung thought about it on the way here, I have a hunch about this!”. 

Jimin: Right. (laughs) 

Rap Monster: You can’t trust Hobi’s hunch. 

J-hope: I really had a feeling. (laughs) Trust me. 

Rap Monster: I’m the same as Suga-hyung. I didn’t feel anything while working on it but when it’s finished and I listened to it, I had this proud feeling “It finally came out!”. Especially when I listened to the mastered version of ‘N.O’ on speaker and the “good house, good car” part came, I thought “This is it!”. 

Jungkook: The “good house, good car” part was the best. 

V: It was really mindblowing. (dancing the choreography) 

Rap Monster: And I had a real feeling this time when listening to ‘Boy In Luv’. Not like “It’ll do really well!”, but I feel like this can become BTS’ second starting point. I think letting people know that “BTS is this kind of singers!” is the most important thing. Actually I want to show these kinds of things through this album too. 

Jin: When I first listened to ‘No More Dream’, I remembered being very excited “Ah, so this is our first song”. 

Jimin: I had a hard time recording for ‘No More Dream’. So, actually I don’t remember it very well. When I listened to the dance break part of ‘N.O’, I thought “Wow~ It would be fun performing this song!”. 

V: Right. I went “Wah~” listening to ‘N.O’’s dance break part.

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INTERNET FRIEND MOONBIN

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bear with me please this is my first bullet point fic and my first fanfic since like 7th grade?? mlp was a dark stage

-okay so you aren’t tumblr famous really but you do have a few hundred followers on tumblr and you put time and effort in your theme and stuff, like ur blog is classy but trashy,,

-you pretty much use Tumblr daily and you are a bts blogger and post gifs that you make for bts and a few headcanons

-so one day in math class you get like 30 notifications that someone liked and reblogged your gifs

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anonymous asked:

hello, i love your writing style! can i request a joshua, mingyu and seungkwan neighbour au? thank you!!

Joshua

  • prettiest balcony in the entire apartment complex. like he has it covered in plants that he takes care of really well and then there are pretty little glass decorations that hang outside the door and every morning you pass by it and you can see him watering them and he looks like he has his own little garden up there 
  • is one of the only tenants who actually knows how to recycle correctly
  • helps the elderly carry groceries to and from the elevators and doesn’t mind it when you ask him to hold the door while you get the mail
  • is really just a pleasant and considerate person, everyone in the building loves him
  • you finally get to meet him in the neighborhood library where you two end up reaching for the same copy of a book
  • and joshua gets a bit shy when your fingers brush and he says that you can take the book, he’ll just wait till you return it
  • but you tell him that you’ll bring it to his door when you’re done 
  • and joshua is actually like right! we’re neighbors and you’re like yes! i hope it isn’t weird if i stop by to give the book to you?? and he’s like oh no no it’s fine
  • and about a week later you keep your promise and knock on his door and joshua opens it and you think he’s just going to take the book and say goodbye but he welcomes you inside
  • and it is so clean and simple, he lives really humbly but the one thing you notice is the acoustic guitar prettily displayed in the corner and the huge bookshelf crammed with books
  • and you sit down, a little awkward while joshua trips over himself trying to prepare tea
  • and he asks if the book was any good and you rant a little about your open, stopping to apologize for babbling but he shakes his head and is like ‘it’s nice to meet someone so passionate about reading!!’
  • and somehow your talk extends even longer as you share your current favorite books and authors and the tea cups are empty that he brought out and joshua tells you that you’re free to come and visit him if you want to talk about books again!!
  • and you get up but before you go, you shyly ask if you can go out on his balcony because you’ve always admired his plants from far away and joshua practically lights up like new years eve and nods
  • and he tells you the different names he gave the plants and you’re like gigging because gosh he’s cute
  • and you’re like ‘it’d be nice if i could start my own little garden too!’ and joshua stutters a bit but he’s like ‘i- i can help you!!’ and you’re like omg really
  • and you clap your hands together and you’re like i would love love love that and you don’t see it but joshua bites back his lip because wow you look adorable all excited like that 
  • and it’s cute neither you nor joshua wants you to leave but you have to and joshua even offers to walk you to your door but you’re like oh im just down the hall and it’s cute you two wave at each other
  • and once you’re in your respective apartments you’re like oh,,,,,no why can’t my heart calm down,,,,(because you both find each other charming hehehe)

Mingyu

  • is always in trouble with the other tenants because of his dog who keeps shedding all over the building and has a tendency to bark early in the morning
  • and mingyu’s whole apartment is covered in white hairs from his pup and he doesn’t even have a dog bed he just lets the dog sleep with him
  • is that person who has an ‘i love my dog’ sticker on their door
  • you know it’s his apartment when you see the garbage outside the door which is always only two things: high quality dog food bags and instant ramen. it is really obvious what mingyu’s priorities are when it comes to what he eats and what his dog eats
  • surprisingly though, his place is clean but all the furniture doesn’t match because he buys it second hand at thrift stores LOL
  • when mingyu is away, you pet set his dog and his dog like loves you to death 
  • to the point where when mingyu comes back from his trips the pup won’t even go running to him - he’ll stay asleep in your lap
  • and when tenants try to pick fights with mingyu over the dogs barking or the fact that it is a bit big and scary to younger children
  • you always stick up for him because the dog is really sweet and mingyu does his best to look after it so it doesn’t bother anyone and it never has
  • and mingyu will joke that you’re the dogs other parent
  • but one day, the dog goes missing and mingyu shows up at your door frantic and disheveled and you know he’s going to lose his mind so you quickly go out with him to try and find the dog
  • and you know that there’s a park the dog really likes so you guys go there and look through every bush and every play ground until finally you find him
  • sitting near a swing set and both you and mingyu run toward him and mingyu hugs him squeezing his face into the fur and you gently scold the pup for running away but you pet his head because you’re glad he’s ok
  • and mingyu checks his watch and you guys had actually spent like 4 hours outside looking for him and he’s like ‘let me get you dinner to repay  you’
  • but you’re like oh it’s fine, anyway i know all you do is eat instant ramen so LOL
  • but suddenly mingyu takes your hand and he’s like ‘i get paid at the end of the week, seriously let me take you out for an actual dinner’ and you’re like jokingly like on a date?
  • and mingyu blushes but the dog barks suddenly almost as if to be like ‘yes’ and mingyu’s like sHH and then turns to you and he’s like 
  • ‘it,,,,COULD BE A date,,,,’
  • and you giggle and you’re like ‘aw is this puppy love?’
  • and mingyu is like really a pun, right now, of all times???
  • but you just laugh and lean up to kiss his nose like ‘ok - ill go on a date with you but-’
  • and mingyu’s like but????
  • you grin and point to his dog like ‘he comes too.’

Seungkwan 

  • his apartment always smells soooooooo good 
  • and every time you walk by your mouth waters because what in the world is he cooking in there??
  • seungkwan has an affinity for wooden furniture because it reminds him of back home on jeju and he has a ton of his family photos hanging up on the wall on like those cute yarn threads 
  • his kitchen is his most beloved space because he spends the most time there and sometimes when he sings in the morning 
  • and you pass by the window that faces out of his kitchen
  • you hear the gentle melody of his voice and it is really pretty and you always assume that whoever seungkwan is living with must be so lucky to have someone good at cooking and singing
  • but then you learn that he’s actually living alone because you end up over at his place when he catches you outside and asks if you can do him a favor
  • the favor is that he’s made this really big portion of soup that he needs to put into small containers to bring over to an homeless shelter he works at
  • and you’re the first person he saw and he tells you that, like his mother, he has this great perception of people and he always knew you were a nice person 
  • so he knew you would help him out
  • and you’re kind of like thank you??? because that is a compliment ??? right????
  • and you really like his apartment because somehow it feels cozy, like a home even though you don’t live there
  • and seungkwan is really talkative and funny and when you ask why he’s working so hard for the shelter he tells you that he knows that it is really hard to make it nowadays - even talent won’t get you places and he wants to support those people through their toughest moments
  • and once all the soup is sorted seungkwan tells you that he can take it over himself he’ll just have to make a couple of trips
  • so you volunteer to help him out by carrying half the bags and seungkwan  tries to insist that you don’t 
  • but you’re already stacking the bowls and you’re like ‘c’mon, we can’t keep the hungry people waiting!’ 
  • and seungkwan smiles to himself as he sees you working hard just to help him out and he tells himself that aha- his perception was on point - you are incredibly kind
  • and you’re like ‘huh what did you say??’ and seungkwan is like OH NOthing,,,,,,
  • when you get to the shelter the chef of the kitchen there thanks you and seungkwan over and over but seungkwan keeps telling her that it is nothing and then when the chef turns to you she’s like
  • ‘take care of seungkwan, he’s such a great catch you don’t want to lose him~’
  • and you’re like OH YOU THINK WE’RE DATING and she winks like ‘of course you two are, you look great together!’
  • and you and seungkwan are like what we’re just neighbors!!!! but she’s like oh you kids, don’t by shy about it~ 
  • and you and seungkwan are turning cherry red as the rest of the kitchen is giggling over how cute you two are
  • and before  you know it seungkwan takes your hand is like we should go before they tease us even worse
  • and you two bow before leaving and as you’re walking back to your building seungkwan is still holding your hand
  • and you ,,,,,,,you know ,,,,,you don’t say anything you just grip it a little tighter hehehe
Tape 4, Side A - Zach Dempsey

Originally posted by lilpieceofmyworld

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Requested

Warning: Explicit language

Can you be both popular and lonely? Perhaps Zach can explain that to you. For while he may be part of the crew, like for Alex, there are certain sides to his person he can’t reveal to his “friends.” So that was part of the reason he approached Hannah. She knew what it was like to be alone and he wanted to be friends with her, maybe even date her, but she publicly rejected him.

I was the reason for her rejection because she was only being a friend to me but deep down inside I wish she would’ve accepted because then she would still be alive today.

See it is not exactly easy to see someone with the person you are in love with but that’s life isn’t it? You get to experience horrible moments but never like this one, Hannah and I weren’t exactly that close but somehow I wish we were, I wish I could’ve been the friend she needed.

“You’re going to tell me this one’s no big deal but let me tell you about being lonely. Humans are a social species,We rely on connections to survive Even the most basic social interactions help keep us alive. Statistics prove the subjective feeling of loneliness can increase the likelihood of premature death by 26%.
 If it sounds like I’m quoting from a school textbook I am.
 Too bad nobody bothered to read it.
 And let me tell you
 there’s all kinds of ways to feel lonely.

I’m not talking the garden variety lonely in a crowd lonely.
 That’s everyone, every day.And it’s not that “when will I find love” kind of lonely.
 Or that “the popular kids are mean to me” kind of lonely.The popular kids are always mean.That’s how they get popular. I know. Ironic.Old news.”

I walked through those double doors of what felt like hell and was surrounded by everyone I knew but didn’t really know, they felt familiar at the same time they felt like complete strangers to me- I saw the look in his eyes and it is now clear I see shadows of loneliness lurking behind those beautiful brown eyes, it became clear to me that Hannah was right, those tapes spoke the truth and it now that I walk out of my oblivious world.

I walked straight to the empty classrooms as my mind drifted off to what I had heard from that specific tape.

You were so sweet.
 Just like Kat said, once upon a time.
 So sweet.
 Well, welcome to your tape, Zach
. She deserved better than that, Y/N deserved better than that and it is the reason I rejected you but you didn’t seem to focus on that reason, did you? you went beyond that and decided to build your anger based on only the rejection that you caused my loneliness to spread and drove me closer to doing what I did.

Y/N if you are hearing this as well- I know your name shouldn’t be mentioned on here but I had to tell my truth because you also deserved better, you deserved an explanation. I know you probably heard so many things based on that event but you stayed true to me and that’s what I needed and you helped me live other days with your genuine kindness, for that I thank you. Thank you for having a quality that others lacked, thank you for spreading your kindness through it all and I am sorry if you are hurt by my truth but it had to be said.”

My train of thoughts ended as the classroom began to fill up by other students and I wiped the tears off my cheek and shifted my attention towards our educator, I couldn’t help but feel a pair of eyes on me and it felt intense and so I searched and instantly I met those lonely eyes once more. He was staring at me and not once did he break eye contact well that was until Justin nudged his side and he laughed pretending everything was okay.

The hours dragged by until class was dismissed and I couldn’t wait to head out, I slung my bag over my shoulder and headed towards the exit when I felt a pair of hands grasp my arm and pulling to them, it was Zach and he had this emotionless expression painted over his feature.

“You’ve been ignoring me all day, why is that?” his deep voice echoed to my ears and my heart skipped a beat.

“I heard my name on the tape, your tape. She was looking out for me because I loved you and you drove her closer to her death.” I knew I couldn’t hold in the emotions so I let the tears fall.

“It was never my intention for any of this to happen but we dated after I attempted to ask her out, that is why- I knew you liked me right after I asked her and she rejected me and I know my reaction wasn’t the best but I didn’t know what to do.” those lonely eyes began to fill up with tears as his lips parted to speak once more.


“I love you Y/N, more than I thought I could ever love someone and Hannah was right, you are the nicest and I don’t deserve you but I have you right now. Help me to do what is right.” he sobbed and I couldn’t just sit here and look at him be miserable and so I wrapped my arms around his torso and pulled his body closer to mine as I engulfed him in a loving rapture.

“Someone should know about what happened, tell your story and how it happened- tell the truth and you will be free from painful consequences later on” I was met with his glistening eyes and I saw they weren’t lonely anymore.

Zach’s POV

Y/N had been dodging me all day, my messages, my phone calls and my presence and I needed to know what was happening with her- I care about her.

After class ended I decided to reach out to her and find out what has been going but when I found out the truth, it actually broke me but it also broke my loneliness and I felt loved and cared for,for once.

Shortly after relieving myself of this destruction, I had met up with Courtney, Alex, Ryan and Marcus but Tyler kept trying to join in while others spoke about whether we should say something about.

“Hannah is a liar” Courtney spat

“Was” Ryan corrected.

Everyone’s face sunk low at the thought of her being used in the past-tense as if she was never a person- which is why I agreed to tell the truth, my truth.

“I think we should say something about this, it has become a burden on my shoulders and a secret disgrace to my family that I cannot bare anymore at this point. I have things to focus on in my life and this stops me from doing them- I believe if we come clean about it now then the consequences would be less harsh as it was before.”

“I agree, I want to tell the truth as well and besides Bryce is the rapist here so he should be the one to actually be severly punished” Ryan spoke behind me and actually supported my suggestion. I couldn’t care less of what they would say because I had made my mind clear of what is right and what I choose to do.

“I cant fucking believe you guys” Courtney was annoyed

“Honestly, Fuck you Courtney” Ryan slammed his hand onto the table and dramatically stomped off while I did the same.

I went to find my girl once more to enjoy her while she still cares and to enjoy not feeling lonely for once because Hannah was right- Y/N does deserve better.

Glitch In The Matrix Stories #3

Too Much Tea

This takes place on a weekday night about two years ago. My friend and I are juniors in college, hanging out in the common room of my dorm (no drugs, no alcohol, not tired). After we decide we’ve done enough homework for one lifetime, we go to the CVS down the street, more out of boredom rather than hunger. We get there and notice there’s a 2/$1 sale on Arizona Iced Tea. 

Since Arizona Iced Tea is the nectar of the gods and since it’s such a bargain, we buy two. I get the raspberry flavor because why would you get something else. My friend is being “adventurous” and gets the grapeade one (even though everyone knows anything grape flavored tastes like Children’s Motrin). I’m a supportive friend so whatever. We buy our Arizona Iced Teas and walk out.

Once outside, my friend is so eager to try his new grapeade that he opens it and in the process, breaks off the little metal tab on his can. I laugh. He puts it in his pocket. I ask him how the grapeade tastes. He says it’s fine. I know it’s horrible. I open my raspberry iced tea and stick to the true gospel.

We make it back to my common room, and watch some TV (…on Youtube, on my laptop). We’re watching some quality entertainment aka Maury, sipping on our Arizona Iced Tea. It’s like an average Tuesday night. And then at one point, I go to sip my raspberry iced tea, and I just stare at it for a while. My friend looks over (you know something is wrong if someone can pull away their eyes from a Maury episode) and says, “What’s wrong?”

I’m just staring at my iced tea can, trying to figure out why I’m staring at it. I say, “I don’t know. Something’s just different.” And then the big gaping hole in my can hits me. “Oh I just don’t remember breaking the tab off my can.”

We look at my can and the metal tab is gone. Huh. Ok. And my friend is like “Oh yeah I did that to mine too, remember?” He picks up his grapeade and the metal tab to his can… is there. HUH. OK.

We both remember him ripping off the metal tab on the grapeade outside the CVS. He even reaches in his pocket and pulls out the metal tab that allegedly had broken off his can. But now his can is cured and mine is the one with the missing tab. We are both stunned.

The metal tab fits onto my can as well as any broken metal tab can, but we are both certain that we never switched drinks (like I would be caught dead holding grapeade), I didn’t break my tab off at any point, and I was staring at my can for so long because something had clearly changed in the last 10 seconds.

We have no explanation for this. We laughed it off at the time so we understand when other people laugh at us. But this really minor, seemingly trivial event really freaked us out. This will henceforth be known as The Great Arizona Iced Tea Switch Glitch of Late 2013.

Credits to: waytoomuchtea

Horoscope On Radio Told My Mom She Was Pregnant With Me

My mom told me this story. When she was 32 she was tired and nauseous for a week or so and thought she pregnant as my parents were trying for a baby.

She took a test, negative. Went to the doctor, blood tests again not only showed she wasn’t pregnant, but going through early menopause. She was devastated.

Shortly after her visit with the doctor, she was at home cleaning the house. She was listening to the radio (this is way back in 1981), and it said, “Capricorn, don’t worry, you’re pregnant”.

She thought to herself, “well that’s ridiculous, why would they say that to every Capricorn listening?”

Not long after, another trip to the doctor confirmed she was indeed pregnant.

Credits to: ranna35

I’ve Either Been Drugged, I’m Losing My Sanity, Or I’m Literally Teleporting - My Most Profound “Glitch” Yet

So, I’m a security guard working 12 hour shifts midnight to noon on a large 3-building campus. I’ve had one or two weird things happen before, but never anything like this.

At 2:31 am I was walking back from a patrol in another building when all of the sudden I got this pang of electricity. It felt like I got electrocuted; I stopped in my tracks, the wind was knocked out of me, and everything was buzzing. It was like a jolt of energy was sent up my spine, and it felt like getting tased in the back while standing in front of a massive sub woofer.

I didn’t know what to think about this. I assumed it was like when you turn your head the wrong way and you get that twinge in your neck, but it was like that for the whole body. I moved on feeling bewildered.

Later, at 4:27am, I was outside walking the perimeter of two of the three office buildings on campus. I had 3 minutes left on my podcast and decided to take another loop to let it finish before I got back to my post.

23 seconds later I all of the sudden became aware that I was somewhere I shouldn’t be if I had only been walking 23 seconds; I had almost completed the loop - something I know for a fact takes about 3 minutes at average walking speed. I’ve been doing it every night for more than 6 months.

I know it was exactly 23 seconds because I instantly paused the podcast, and I remember at what point in the podcast I had made the decision to take another loop, and I paused it the moment I realized something was wrong.

At this point I’m completely bewildered and confused and convinced I’m going crazy. I know I wasn’t walking backwards, I didn’t change directions, and there are no shortcuts I could have taken. I even went back and timed how long it takes to do the loop at a normal walking pace (~3min 20 sec), and powerwalking/light jog (~1 min 45 sec).

At 4:45 am I drew the last straw. I scanned my ID badge to enter the building and go back to my post, and stopped to go to the bathroom on the way. When I came out of the bathroom, I SHIT YOU NOT I WAS IN A DIFFERENT BUILDING.

My mind was literally blown. I was frozen with existential dread. I could not/can not logically accept what my senses were/are telling me. Bewildered, I walked out of the building and into the correct one I was in when I walked into the bathroom.

I was telling myself that I just wasn’t paying attention and walked into the wrong bathroom. Then I realized that the bathrooms are completely different, and wanted to confirm.

I walked back to the other building, when my mind proceeded to blow itself AGAIN. MY ID BADGE DOES NOT OPEN THE DOORS TO THIS BUILDING. There is a separate badge that is kept in a drawer at my post that the guards share to patrol this particular building. There is no way I could have accidentally walked into this building; it would have rejected my ID and the doors would have remained locked.

After I go back and grab the right badge, I confirm that the two bathrooms are a completely different layout, and opposite color. I’ve never used the bathroom in the “glitchy” building before; it’s brown and yellow with wooden counters, whereas the one I use about 8 times per shift (16 times per week, 64 times a month, ~384 times total) is two different shades of blue with marble counters. They look completely different and I’m fairly certain I remember the bathroom I used being blue with marble.

So, yeah. This event is by far the most profound “paranormal-ish” event I have experienced in my life as of yet. I can’t think of a logical scenario that explains all three experiences I had, other than I’m going insane.

Credits to: cyntrix

Reoccurring Dream Character Showing Up In Family And Friend’s Dreams As Well

So this all started last summer I believe, when I had an abnormally vivid dream. In it, I was attending a large conference I’d been too many times IRL with a bunch of my friends and their families. I was standing in a long line for either a book signing or food (to this day I can’t remember which) and stood behind one of my friend’s dad. 

Then, as I was standing there at the end of the line, this guy comes up and stands behind me. I remember the details of what he looked like in my mind so clearly I could probably describe him to a police sketch artist and get a completely accurate image. The short version I’d give is that he was like a really good looking suburban dad. He was pretty tall, just slightly taller than I am, with blonde, combed back hair and really clear and hard blue eyes. His facial features were very sharp and angular, and he had thinner than average lips and a sharp nose. He was wearing a red, button down plaid shirt, which was one of the first things that caught my eye. 

The most distinctive thing about him though was his presence. Calling the feeling that I got when he walked up “uneasy” would be vastly understating the deeply unsettling nature of his presence. I don’t remember much of what happened in the dream after that, because I left the line in a hurry and woke up not long after.

Over the next three or four days, I had two more dreams with this character in them. In one, I was browsing my phone and I happened to look up at my window and see him standing outside, and in the other, I saw him on the news, the reporter saying he was working with some sinister entity or organization. This alone would have been enough to weird me out, but the weirdness doesn’t end there.

One day, my good buddy and I were talking about dreams, and I happened to mention that I had a really vivid dream about this conference, which he had also attended. He responded that he had also recently had a dream about the conference. He then began to recite back to me the exact dream I had dreamED two and a half weeks before. 

About halfway through, I started confirming details with him, like the line, the dad standing in front, and the weird guy in the plaid shirt. My friend starts getting more worked up as we go back and forth confirming details of the dream and this guy’s appearance, which he also vividly remembered. He tells me that before he had this particular dream that we’d apparently both had, he had seen the guy before in another dream, and also felt really uneasy about him. 

His previous dream had involved him helping a girl escape from a trafficking ring, and at one point in the dream, the man in the plaid shirt had showed up and appeared to be the head of the ring or at least involved with it. We were both pretty freaked out by this, but the weirdest part was yet to come.

About two months later, I was talking with my mom. She was telling me about this bizarre dreams he had the previous night, in which she was fleeing from a tornado that was making it’s way towards our house. She told me how in the dream, she had gone downstairs and hid in the closet, only for the wall to be ripped off by the tornado, providing a view of the driveway. She described how when the tornado got to the edge of the driveway, it suddenly began to spin out and dissipate, twisting and transforming into a large mangled metal girder that fell to the ground. 

Then, she said, the next thing that happened was really vivid and unsettling. She said that the metal stood up and turned into a man with a plaid shirt. I got chills when she told me this, and I started quizzing her on details. Everything was exactly the same as I had remembered. Sharp features, cold eyes, blonde hair, red plaid shirt.

I have never seen anyone matching this description before in real life. I never told my mom or friend or anyone else about this guy before they told me about their dreams, and they were both legitimately shocked to hear that I had seen the same character, whom I have taken to calling Plaidshirt Guy.

Credits to: BookwyrmBOTPH

anonymous asked:

Hey can i request a mark lee scenario , where he's high key in love with his best friend and does anything for her but shes soo oblivious , it annoys him till he explodes ( please make it loong and fluffy

Originally posted by nctaezen

Pairing : Reader x Mark

Genre : fluff

A/N : so   didn’t have wifi for way too long and couldn’t post anything for you  guys sowwy !! this was such a cute request I hope it was fluffy enough

tee xx ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

There  was a knock at your front door at exactly 10 o’clock, just like he  said. He was always on time and never kept you waiting, probably one of  the reasons he was your best friend.

“I have your coffee with milk  and two sugars here. I got you your favourite chocolate cookie too,  they’re freshly baked” Mark said and handed over the mentioned goodies.

“Ah  thank you you’re a star I’m dying for caffeine” you swallowed down your  coffee with a big bite of cookie. You instantly felt more awake and  energized and ready to take on the day.

You wanted to clear out your  wardrobe and take your clothes to various charity shops so Mark had  offered to help. Ever since you could remember Mark had always helped  you with anything you had to do and you appreciated it, not many people  were as nice and kind as he was. You threw your hair up in a bun  and started explaining to Mark what each pile of clothes meant. He  listened intently and got to work putting everything in it’s right bag.  After 4 hours had flown by you’d finished sorting out everything and  your wardrobe looked significantly emptier.

“Thank you Mark so  much this would’ve taken me forever. I’m just going to drop them off now  and I’ll be done” you said gratefully.

“I can drive you if you like. My car is just in front” he replied pointing to your door. You  began to shake your head to decline his offer. He’d helped enough and you didn’t want to take advantage of his big heart. He insisted though and  10 minutes later you found yourself in the passenger seat of his car.  You slowly went round to all your destinations and dropped off your  clothes. By the time you were done you were both starving and just  realised that neither of you had had lunch.

“Let’s eat out” Mark suggested.You agreed as you didn’t necessarily feel like cooking anything.

“We should go to your favourite place, you know next to the stadium” he said starting the car.

“But you don’t like it there”

“It doesn’t matter you do” he smiled at you. He’s  the nicest person on earth, you thought. He’d always been like that,  putting others before himself. You thought it was a great quality to have but worried that he might be too nice for his own good.

As you saw a waiter approaching your table you began to panic. You were never good at speaking to strangers and always ended up stuttering. To try not to mess up you rehearsed what you wanted in your head, a coke and cheeseburger.

“What can I get you today?” the waiter asked and looked at you waiting for your order.

“Umm I’ll have .. I want .. I” you began but Mark helped and ordered for you. He knew what you liked and how uncomfortable you felt. He smiled at you when the he’d ordered for himself as well and you let out a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding in.

When you were both done Mark drove you home. Just before you got out of the car you turned to him to thank him.

“Thank you for everything today you’re such a great friend”

He looked straight ahead of him and nodded slightly. You waved slightly but he drove away as soon as you were out of the car.You didn’t know if it was just you or if he’d suddenly got angry. Not thinking much of it you walked into your house and got ready to sleep. Before going to bed though you texted Mark but he didn’t answer.

You woke up the next day to your door bell ringing. Rubbing your eyes you dragged yourself to open the door and found Mark standing there. He walked past you and sat on your sofa staring at the wall in front of him.

“Is everything o-”

“Why don’t you get it?” he asked turning to look at you.

“Get what?” you walked closer to him, confused.

“I do all this for you and you still don’t get it”

You widened your eyes not understanding what he meant. What was he talking about?

“Damnit y/n I like you. I’ve liked you for a long time and I try to do everything for you to notice in that way and yet I’m just a ‘friend’” he sighed rubbing his face.

“You like me?” you repeated stunned.

He looked at you for the first time that day and simply nodded. His eyes looked tired but they still checked to see if you were okay. True he’d always been there for you but you never thought he’d liked you too. You’d tried hard to keep your feelings hidden down and right now you could feel them bubbling over.

“I-I like you too Mark” you mumbled looking anywhere but him.

“What? What did you just say” he asked urgently standing up and walking towards you. You just looked at him and nodded as a smile broke out on his face. A smile made it’s way onto your face as he engulfed you in a hug and held you for a few minutes. His hand stroked the top of your hair and you let out a sigh of relief. You’d been wanting this forever but never thought you’d actually get it. Mark moved back and just smiled at you making you melt.

“Let’s go out” he whispered. You nodded and quickly got ready to leave. When you were ready he took you all in and the look on his face made you blush.

“You’re beautiful”

You smiled and followed him out to his car. While he drove he shyly took your hand and rubbed circles with his thumb. Your cheeks reddened and you almost forgot how to breathe. You both had breakfast out then walked around your favourite park. He kept a hold of your hand the whole day constantly playing with your hair and reminding you how beautiful you were. It felt like you were floating and you never wanted the day to end.

I fucked up, now fuck off.

This morning when I was finishing my cleaning I noticed a quarter full water bottle sitting on top of one of the paper towel dispensers. About fifteen minutes later it was still there so I threw it out. People leave shit all over the place so it was really no surprise that somebody left a water bottle sitting on the paper towel dispenser.

Fast forward 10 minutes or so.

A new member comes up to me and asks if I saw his water on the paper towel dispenser.

Me: I did indeed. I thought it was abandoned from last night, sorry about that. Here, I’ll get you a new one from the cooler. 

Him: I don’t want a water from the cooler.

Me: Would you like a room temp one then? We have those too.

Him, flapping his arms in the air like this was the biggest inconvenience in the history of mankind, right up there with famine, plague, or Trevor Noah having his own show: I can’t believe you threw my drink away!

Hours after the fact I still don’t know what the big deal in this guy’s head was. I was replacing what I mistakenly tossed - cold even. So as to why this was such a hardship I may never know.

Him: I want a [$4 protein drink]

Me: I can ring that up for you, sure.

Him: No I want it for free since you threw my water away! *under his breath he said something like “dumbass” which really made me want to help him out.*

Me: No. You can have a replacement water with my apologies or you can just have my apologies. 

Him: I want to talk to [the manager.] 

Me: She’ll be here in about 15 minutes.

Him: I’ll just take that [$4 protein drink] while I wait.

Me: Only if you pay for it first. [Manager] can refund your money if she decides to.

At this point he decides to glare at me while he waits, sans protein shake. I give so few fucks about this idiot at this point that I completely ignore him and do more important things, like finding some quality CNN memes and looking for a Nintendo Switch online since NOBODY HAS THE FUCKERS HERE. I text my manager and warn her there’s an idiot lying in wait for her and tell her what went on. WTF is the reply I get.

Manager walks in. Door doesn’t even close behind her before this guy is all up in her shit, telling her how rude I was and how I threw his water away and wouldn’t make it right.

I can’t say enough how much I respect my manager. She’s goddamn good at her job and understands exactly how to work with me (tell me what she needs done and get out of the way - no micromanagement required) and hasn’t given me 1/10000th the idiocy that some other managers have. That being said, I know better than to fuck with her before she gets her breakfast from the back room - to say nothing of lecturing her before she even puts her bag down.

She puts a finger up and tells him to wait a minute. She’ll be right back.

Fast forward a few minutes.

Manager comes from out back with her traditional bowl of cereal, sits down, and waves the new member over.

Manager: So let me be sure I understand fully what’s going on here. He threw your water away, correct?

Him: Yes. And he —-

Manager: And he offered you a new water to make up for it and apologized?

Him: Yes but —

Manager: So what is it you want, exactly?

Him: I want [$4 protein drink!]

Manager: No. You can have a water. Not a $4 drink to replace your $1 bottle of water. You’re being ridiculous.

The guy stands there for a few seconds, then finally gets the idea he’s not getting anything more than a bottle of water. He goes to the cooler, grabs his bottle of water and heads out the door.

My manager and I exchange that look that all retail & restaurant employees know - that look that says “this one is dumber than normal and I can’t believe he’s survived until adulthood without serious oversight.”

Just another day of dealing with idiots.

Seriously though, fuck CNN and their blackmailing bullshit. -J

We’re Good

Request: You and Shawn are dating, but you don’t like Camila and you get jealous so you’re very lovey dovey whenever Camila is around––happy ending / “How long have you been standing there?”

a/n: thank you all for being so patient with these updates!! I’m really trying my best to crank them out and balance my school life + social life!! You all rock I LOVE YOU ALL!!!!!

Your name: submit What is this?

Going to the studio and just sitting in on one of Shawn’s sessions was always one of your favorite things.  You didn’t want to have a career in the entertainment industry, but seeing the process of everything behind making an album captivated you since the first time you saw Shawn recording.

           You sat on the outside of the booth with a table full of snacks that Shawn requested.  Playing on your phone, or scrolling through social media, was what you did while you listened to him.  He was in the middle of recording some vocals for a piano ballad he wrote.  His voice was your favorite thing to listen to and it soothed every part of you.  You couldn’t hear the music he was singing along to, but from hearing the verse he was singing, you knew that this would be your favorite song off his next album.

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Try to pin me for illegal deductions? That's a paddlin'

This occurred about 3 years ago.

I shut down my framing company to pursue a job as a site supervisor for the development I had been building in.

Started with the builder after I had built the last house, and managed to get 3 out of 4 of my guys a job with the builder, so they wouldn’t be affected my decision. (the fourth guy was a piece of shit, who I never fired because his work ethic was awesome, but had a terrible attitude, bad habits, and was wildly hated by the rest of the crew. He was only there because he made me money. sorry)

First couple months go well, my three guys have settled into doing more than just framing, though they were not enthused about certain tasks, but who really likes working in a muddy hole, or highly physical labour tasks.

My guys were always dirty. Always wore “shitty clothes to work, as did I. Who wants to destroy I nice pair of jeans, or a new clean white t shirt, by getting them stained, or torn. So, our professional "look” left a little to be desired.

After awhile, the owner thought our mish-mash of a crew needed some cleaning up. Ive always subscribed to the analogy “gotta crack an egg to make an omelette”, so I wasn’t personally concerned about our outward appearances, our work should speak for itself.

I’d saved the builder 9$ per square foot, per house, and I could see he was happy about that, under my direction, the rest of the trades had increased the quality, without any incurred cost, and our houses just “looked” better than competitors, during construction.

I get called into a meeting, half way through the week, and the owner says “ I’m tired of you guys looking like no one owns you, your work attire should reflect the quality of homes we’re building, here’s a bunch of uniforms, enough so everyone has one to wear every day, and an extra in case you work Saturday’s.”

I say “ hey boss man! That’s a great idea! It’ll make my guys feel more included and happier! You’ve even embroidered their names on everything! That’s super cool!”

My guys were ecstatic. New shirts, pants, steel towed boots, and steel towed cold weather rubber boots, jackets, hard hats, hi-VI’s vests, you name it. All name brand, high quality stuff, Supplied by the company. It was Christmas in July.

Until they got their pay cheque.

Each guy including me, was deducted $1357.00 for “uniforms”

My lowest paid guy at $15 and hour, OWED the company money.

Next guy made $3.16.

Highest paid guy? A cool $57.

Me? Well I received a cheque less my “uniform” deduction for a little over $2500. I made more money building for him, than I did managing his site.

I was f*cking furious.

This is where the revenge comes in.

I paid my guys for their deducted wage, and then did some research.

Guess what?

Where I’m from, if you require an employee to wear a certain uniform, you cannot pass that cost off to the employee. It’s to be supplied free-of-charge to the worker.

This was also around the time I had been using my personal accounts at suppliers for odds and ends.

I called for a meeting, printed out the labour standards act, highlighting to pertinent areas, and explained to the boss, not only was it illegal, what they did almost cost my guys their homes, if I hadn’t stepped up, they would have been evicted, child support wouldn’t have been paid, and it could have been a lot worse.

My boss took this all in, and said “it’s not mandatory, that’s why you guys have to foot the bill.”

I said “okay boss man, my guys can’t afford to drop $1357 on work clothes, so I’ll have everything returned, most of it has never been worn, you can return what’s still new, I’ll pay the difference”

We all went back to work, wearing our torn jeans, ripped shirts, and stained jackets.

Problem solved right?

Nope.

I was fired two days later. Since they were “my guys”, that meant them too.

So rather than tell the guys what happened, I told them to roll up all my tools, and anything I had paid for, take Friday off, and I’ll let everyone know what’s going on over the weekend.

Started back up framing that Monday, for the competing builder.

But that’s not where it ends.

I filed a complaint with labour standards, filed a builders lien on the 15 properties I had been managing for unpaid expenses and waited.

When he refused to acknowledge any claim against him, I escalated to lien his personal home. I had done $25,000.00 worth of work to his home, which was to be paid after the sale, plus an extra 10% for waiting.

That really got his attention, as his house was “sold”, pending the closing of the buyers own property.

The lien made it so he can’t sell, without paying me out first.

I ignored all calls, except from his lawyer, and he essentially shut down business, and blames me for doing so.

Long story short?

I got my money, but to this day refuse his $25,000.00 for payment as it lacks the 10%, plus 3% per month late charge.

He could sell his house, but he refuses to pay me out. Owes me about $56,000.00

F*ck that guy.

“Not so close, Mister.” Mark Lee x Reader


Summary: Mark wants to take care of you when you’re sick, but you’re scared of making him sick too. Self-indulgent fluff basically.

Word Count: 2.2k

Rating: PG

A/N: Wow guess who’s sick : )) but this was fun to write anyway, the first thing I’ve ever written abt mark, i hope its in character. Enjoy x

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anonymous asked:

Hi, if you don't mind could you explain what that means because I'm lost, also what trend where you talking about here: "me, being kicked out of school for plagiarism: um you’re not entitled to my emotional labor? find the sources yourself"

um, you’re not entitled to my emotional labour.

No, I’m joking, of course I will explain.

This is a joke about an exchange you might see rattling around tumblr, usually in regards to social justice topics. Someone will ask for an explanation of or clarification on a topic, or advice on how to handle something and they’ll just be told to “educate themselves”, and sometimes told directly that asking is demanding emotional labour of minorities.

(in case you’ve not run across the term, emotional labour originated in describing the extra emotional theatre service workers are expected to perform for customers, but nowdays gets used more broadly to demands for emotional support and processing and free domestic and similar labour which is disproportionately demanded of women and other minorities).

So the joke is about the differing epistemological standards between Tumblr, where that’s appropriate and academia, where you’d actually be punished because you are, quite legitimately, expected to back up your statements.

And the reason that I reblogged it specifically in the meanest way possible is that I do not like the concept of “just educate yourself”. I really, really do not.

This is an idea that comes from a lot of good places, which is what I’m going to start with. But it also gets used in a lot of ways I find at best deeply suspect and at worst fairly toxic, which is why I was reblogging the joke in my nastiest voice.

1. I do think that if you’re going to ask someone for advice directly the polite thing to do is to exhaust your own resources first. The idea that Dr. Google should be your first stop is a good one and I don’t want to bash on it.

2. A lot of this arises from people who get deluged with questions, often invasive, and often repeatedly exerting the right to take a break. AND THAT’S DEFINITELY AWESOME. No one should be compelled to do activism. When someone says “hey can you answer my question” unless you’re actually being paid to educate them, “no” is definitely an excellent and reasonable answer. And if someone tells you their not doing the question answering thing, the only polite option is to gracefully go ask someone else.

3. Some people get tremendously picky about how other people offer them free time and effort and the call to educate yourself comes, in part from people who’ve been offered summaries and curated reading lists and demanded, instead, private lessons. Which is just bloody rude.

BUT, even though “go away and educate yourself” is a totally reasonable idea in many circumstances, as I’ve listed, there are some really icky ways I see some of this getting used.

1. I find the idea that dropping an ask in someone’s open ask box is a “demand” very suspect. Its certainly a request, but there’s no force associated with it. If I’d decided not to answer this, for instance, I could simply delete it. If I kept getting too many asks I could even close my ask box, or turn off anon. You can’t compel me to answer your ask. You can’t punish me for not doing it. (I am perfectly happy to answer this, fyi). Now, the nature of Tumblr means that searching is very hard and its easy to end up deluged with the same basic question over and over. I’m not an education blog, I get few asks and I’ve still been asked what image captions are for 5-6 times. So I get that it can be very frustrating… but its still not a demand.

2. It often seems to carry the idea that finding information is a lot easier than it actually is. Really basic information can be readily googled. But there’s huge amounts of ideas I’ve encountered during fandom conversations, or just floating through tumblr threads, or on ask blogs that I have LITERALLY been unable to find via google, even after a good few hours looking, and that’s for information that I already know. I don’t think this is malicious a lot of the time. When you’re an expert its very easy to loose track of what is and isn’t easy to find for a non-expert. But its still pretty brutal to exhaust your google-skills, go ask something and be told in so many words to “just google it stupid”.

These two aren’t so bad, they’re mostly just a case of conflicting experiences and that happens. But.

3. Even though “go do it yourself” is a great thing to say if you’re looking to avoid activism (and I’ll reiterate I think that’s everyone’s right and you should never feel bad for saying ‘no I’m done/not doing this’ about activism, God knows I do it enough) I see it being used as activism instead. And it gives me a case of the nopes. Because the person who does the educating sets the curriculum. And when you say “go educate yourself” you’re rolling the dice on if the person who does educate them is on your side or not. Especially because it is virtually impossible to fact-check something you’re unfamiliar with. There’s also often a HUGE effort imbalance. Like, sure, it takes me some effort to dig up my “here’s why image captions are a thing” post. And it took me a bit of effort to write it in the first place, but It would probably take the asker a lot longer to google it all up. And that’s a pretty simple topic. I’ve asked activist friends for reading lists before and realistically getting 20-30min help from them has saved me probably 2-3 hours. And the information quality is better on top of that.

4. While this doesn’t happen a huge amount, I see this sometimes attached to very complex issues, or or topics where opinions are very diverse and then it, quite frankly, creeps me out a bit. Because when I see “just educate yourself omg” attached to a post with a strong opinion element, even though it might not be intentional, I cannot help but perceive an undercurrent of “if you were truly educated you’d agree with me” and “how dare you ask for sources, don’t question me, just shut up and do as I say”… and those… those are not good dynamics.

Making patches

I see a lot of people asking others how to make patches, and I see that most of the replies are usually to just use some acrylics and paint your own. This is a totally awesome method, and one that I have used myself, but I rarely see anyone talking about screenprinting as an option. I imagine that part of this is partly due to the material requirements making it seem cost prohibitive, and that it seems like a whole new art form to learn with a bunch of weird chemicals and processes. Because of this I’d just like to take a moment to let folk why screenprinting is both rad as fuck, super easy (if time consuming), and maybe a better fit for what you want.


I started making tshirts and patches in high school by drawing on rags with sharpie, but never really liked how that looked in the end, I was still broke as fuck though and wanted a cheaper alternative than buying from a shop. I also had moral issues with buying band merch not directly from the band, but that’s a different rant/conversation. Anyway, onward after the break!

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Peed my Pants While Doing Photography (And possibly trespassing)

Once again posting one of my experiences that has happened to me, as per usual I wrote this one for omorashi.org back in the day. This one is actually pretty special; when I posted this, the owner of HDWetting (If you’re an omorashi fan I know you know what that is), contacted me asking if he could adapt this experience of mine into a video, which of course I said yes to. An HDWetting video exists based on this experience of mine, so I’m still really happy this happened to me and that I wrote about it.

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So as some of you might not know, I enjoy taking pictures quite a bit. I live in a very woodsy area of Canada, and nature here is so great, whether it be ice on the trees in the winter, various wildlife in the summer, the sun coming through the trees, there’s always a shot to grab, and semi-recently, around the time the snow finally got around to leaving like a month ago, I was looking for just that shot. Of course, this story being on the site its on, you might guess I end up in a sort of predicament. If you’ve read my stuff on here you know its not uncommon for me, I almost do it subconsciously. Some times more consciously than others. Ahem. Anywho.

Obligatory description paragraph. I’m a young woman, I actually just hit 21 years of age! I’m not very big, I’m like 5'5-5'7 and around 110 pounds last I checked. Pale enough to blind people I’m told but I think that’s moreso emphasized by the fact my hair is long and very black, so its like a contrast thing I guess? On this day I was weariiiing I THINK a white Deadpool shirt, light blue snugly fitting jeans with one of my cuter belts (with a nice shiny buckle!) a red bra and panties set, and one of my leather jackets (I have 3). The shirt is the only bit I’m unsure on but I know for a fact it was white. White sneakers too, if that matters, and black socks.

So like I was saying, I was out trying to grab a picture, one I had been waiting for the end of the season for. There’s a wind turbine or two around here, you know the kind, the big pretty power windmills. One is in a lot out in the forest, and I wanted to get some up close shots of it from below, to the sides, from the trees, in different lighting and whatnot. Basically a photo op just for the windmill, and liable to take course over a couple of hours if I wanted to grab shots in certain lighting’s I wanted. Of course I was okay with this, while most days I don’t leave my house, let alone my room, this day was an out-day, and I was excited for it. Of course this windmill was technically on like government property or private property or SOMETHING but given the plot of land was quite literally a big empty space in the middle of the woods I didn’t really expect it to be guarded; I had cased the place multiple times, and it never was.

I woke up that morning, and did morning things. Got up, used the bathroom, took a shower, blah blah boring stuff. Watched some Netflix while I drank my morning tea to wake myself up (psyched for OITNB season 4 in a few days!!) and put together my outfit I described above while I drank another cup of tea (I love tea, these 2 in particular were a cup of earl grey, and a cup of english breakfast) before packing up a water bottle, my camera, etc. in a small satchel and setting off. It wasn’t somewhere I was driving to, moreso walking across this very small woodsy town. After an hour of trekking I was nearly at my destination, well the path leading there anyway, but first I wanted to pick up my planned breakfast. Nearby there was a small food stand, you know the kind, the little wagons. I got myself a large fries and a coke. Don’t assume I eat healthy, because most days I don’t, especially during my off time like I have now. I sat down at a bench to consume those, bought another small coke for the road, and continued on. Of course I’m not an idiot, I realized my odd thirst that morning would lead to situations later on, but I was like man I’m going to be in the middle of the woods, the world is my oyster and my bathroom if I need it to be, I’ll deal with it when it becomes an issue. Plot twist: It became an issue! Shock!

The stretch of road I ended up on is mostly empty; very few houses, and cars passing through is rare. It is on the side of this road though, that a path lies. It leads through the woods, and intermingles with multiple ATV tracks, walking trails, etc. One of these trails passes by a gate. Not like a big fenced gate, rather the kind that’s like 2 or 3 bars obviously meant to bar vehicles and things; a normal person could easily hop it or walk around it. I wasn’t taking the trails, for I did not want people to see where I was going. Luckily for me, I know these woods like the back of my hand, and the quickest path to any destination is a straight line. So I walk through the woods and arrive at this gate in a manner much quicker than taking the stupid paths. Of course I begin to feel the caffeine in my body filtering liquid rather rapidly, but it wasn’t a problem and I ignored it. I glanced at the gate and read the sign that said something about trespassing but I couldn’t tell you what it actually said, because in reality I read all of two words before vaulting over it. Shh don’t tell on me.

Continuing down this horrible forbidden path lead me to a completely unguarded clearing with my subject of the day. I looked up at the windmill and just kind of took it in for a bit before getting to work. I laid down at the base of it, my head against it before taking some shots straight up, some angled shots from the sides, just about every which-way you can imagine. I’d stop to take breaks and let nature progress (in multiple ways) and gnaw on things I had brought with me, like a granola bar or two, along with my water and some extra tea in a thermos (CHAI THIS TIME!) and as the day went on and on I had even grabbed a shot from up in a tree as the sun had reached just behind the head of the windmill. I had memorized every bit of it and was very happy with the shots I was getting. Of course by this time I had consumed many a liquid, and had them in me for many, many hours. It got to the point where I reaaaally needed to pee, but being an Omo enthusiast I was like…nah, I’m under control, let’s put it off just a bit more (I do this almost every time, and every time it ends up being a bad decision. I never learn). I laid down under a tree and enjoyed the feeling of needing to go, because you know why not, I was alone and whatnot. Issue is, I was so excited for this day that I had not gotten enough sleep the night before, and I ended up dozing off in that position for the better part of an hour or more. When I woke up the sky was orange, ripe with sunset.

Obviously, the moment I woke up I realized I was bursting. Like, I was on the verge. The precipice of explosion. The pipes were about to leak. Poseidon was about to wage war on the land. The kraken was to be released. I was about to piss my pants is what I’m trying to get at here. My legs were trembling and I immediately grabbed my thigh, digging my nails in and grinding my teeth a little, letting the wave settle. I stood up and was unbuckling my belt when I got an idea for another photo experiment. If you’re familiar with slow shutter speeds you might get what I was thinking here..Basically fast shutter speeds are used to take pictures of someone say, running, without a blur, at the cost of lack of good quality exposure. Meanwhile, slow shutter speeds get a better quality photo, but your subject must be still or it will blur and the like. Meanwhile if you want to get creative you can set the shutter speed really slow and try some fancy shit with the slow exposure, like say, those photos you see where someone sets the shutter speed to be as slow as possible and waves a flashlight around as the picture is being taken, basically creating a light-drawing. See what I mean?

The idea here being, I was desperate. Very desperate. As a result, I was shaking and trembling, like a bad shiver. Anyone else would have been like “I NEED TO PEE RIGHT THIS SECOND”, meanwhile I was here like, “You know, I’m shaking in just the perfect way so that if I focus the windmill in the center at an up-tilt angle with a slow shutter, I might be able to produce a sort of blurred after image effect picture or two..” And that’s exactly what I did. Manipulating my shaky state, I got a few shots in and they ended up exactly how I thought they would. I got really into it and kept taking shots until I felt myself…lose a little. A spurt hit my panties and I froze like…shiiiit. I checked and my pants were dry, but I could feel the dampness of my underwear against me. I was thinking to myself that it was time to pee and head back home, and moved to do just that before, the worst possible thing ever happened. I heard a voice behind me.

“Excuse me ma'am? What are you doing here?”

I turned around and there was some sort of young man. I assume he was a wilderness ranger or something. Not a cop but he had a uniform of some sort. I didn’t give a rats ass at the time, all that mattered is that I wasn’t supposed to be here, and he looked like it was his job to know that I wasn’t supposed to be here. Being quite literally about to wet myself, this is the last thing I wanted. I hobbled towards him, gave greetings. He gave the usual chatter, do you know this is a restricted area, what exactly are you doing, you’re trespassing, etc. I pleaded ignorance, trying not to shake TOO bad. He asked if I was alright, I told him I was getting a chill from the breeze. I was waiting for a specific moment, one I knew that was coming (NOT THAT IVE BEEN IN THIS SORT OF SITUATION BEFORE. HEH..HEHE…) and prayed it would come soon, and it did. He gave a nod, and turned to the right, looking away from me to speak quietly into the walkie talkie on his shoulder. Like I totally hadn’t done multiple times in the past, I dashed past him on the other side of him where he wasn’t looking. By the time he noticed I was too far gone, because I can run like the wind. I ran down the trail, and attempted to vault over the gate again, completely forgetting that I was one bad movement away from wetting my pants. A bad move such as trying to hop a gate and bumping your lower abdomen into said gate in the process. Halfway over I felt it start to leave me, a faint psssh as I landed on the other side. I looked down to see the denim darkening. I shoved my hand into my crotch and gripped for dear life, managing to regain control after a moment, not without a sizable patch however. The wet feeling between my legs made it hard to not let go right then and there. I heard thudding footsteps coming in my direction, so I took the same way back where I knew he wouldn’t think to follow me; straight through the woods, in the direction I knew would take me to the road. Running wasn’t easy on my, and although I pleaded with my body, I leaked a few times on the way, each time feeling my thighs grow slightly warmer, and the wetness traveling further down inch by inch. I could feel the muscles wavering, feeling like they were giving out only to hastily close back up at the last second. I could finally yank my pants down and pee if I could just get away..

I eventually burst out of the trees onto the road. I didn’t have any time. I looked back and forth. No cars. No houses. I just needed a place to pee…But at that point it was too late. The moment I felt it I shoved my hand back between my legs, into the damp fabric, but I couldn’t stop it. I started losing control, a soft hissing sound accompanying the rapidly darkening denim. I remember clapping my free hand over my mouth to stifle the moans and squeaks, uttering something like “Oh fuck, oh god no”. I locked my legs, crossing them and uncrossing them, gripping my crotch tighter, everything I thought I could do I did, but my hand just got wetter and wetter, going from bursts of pee to a full on firehose as my control was just completely lost. When the damn entirely broke even my hand couldn’t stop the moan, the feeling of my muscle control just dropping and the back of my pants around my ass going from dry to sopping in an instant. I stopped trying to keep myself quiet, groaning pathetically as I used my other hand to try and assist in stopping the flow but I was at the point of no return, I could feel it running down my legs, a warm river very surely soaking me, the sound of me whining and liquid pitter pattering onto the pavement the only sounds present as I peed in my pants in the middle of the empty street. I fell to my knees and let go, opting to just grip both my upper thighs as I rode it out, the back of my pants now absolutely drenched as a puddle grew underneath me. I tried another futile effort to clench back up…My muscles wavered, and immediately dropped out again, causing me to lurch forward from the sensation, my lurching causing the wetness to begin crawling forward down the front of my pants as well, bursting forth from the crotch area

. It was around then I realized I had completely peed myself and there was no coming back, the damage was done. Even my knees were heavy with dampness, a small river having grown around me, filling in the cracks in the yellow lines on the pavement. The stream became a trickle, and then it was over. I recomposed myself just in time to see headlights approaching off in the distance, and I heard an ATV coming up from the trail (likely that of the guard), so I ducked back into the woods again. I heard the ATV come out to the street, stay there for a few moments, and turn back around before heading down the trail again. I decided to take the most scenic of routes back, a tread through the forest all the way home. At one point I was almost in some persons back yard, but again, I know these woods like the back of my hand. I got back into my house, stealthy as a raccoon, and got changed, did my laundry, uploaded my pictures onto the computer, and watched more Netflix for the rest of the day. I am the master of escape tactics.~

Just A Lock Screen, Right?

Originally posted by youngjaelesbian

45: “I’m your lock screen!?” - “You weren’t supposed to see that”

Ship: Bambam x Reader

Genre: Fluffy/Friends to Lovers Drabble

Word Count: 1,314

A/N: I finished my last exam today so I celebrated by finally finishing this drabble! Thank you so much anon for giving me my first request! I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it :) Also the beginning thoughts of the reader are from a free verse poem I wrote called “Love Like Soccer” and I thought it fits this scenario really well!
- Cas <3

All it took was one day, which happened to be the first day we met. One glance from him to me that made my heart explode.

But there was no way in hell that I was going to tell him that.

So my lovestruck heart stood on the sidelines like the kid who is only good at doing one thing when he plays soccer. And so my lovestruck heart just sat there and watched us as we developed our friendship while it wanted nothing more than to stop the game and run up to him and scream at him, “CAN’T YOU SEE THAT I LOVE YOU?”

But it was way too risky. What if he didn’t feel the same way?

So that brings me to my current situation. And my heart is about to be thrown into the soccer game. But this time, there’s nothing I can do because it’s about to be painfully obvious that my heart does NOT know how to play soccer at all.

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The quiet calm of my sleep is fizzling out with each buzz and ding from my phone. I twist to the right to check the time on my alarm clock. It reads 8:39. Seriously, who is texting me this early on a Saturday morning? I sit up slightly and twist back to sit normally. I unplug my phone from the charger and turn it on.

“4 New Messages from DabKing ;)”

Of course HE would be texting me at this hour. I open the messages.

DabKing ;) : Hey Y/N

DabKing ;) : Heyyyyyyyyy

DabKing ;) : Do you wanna hang out today????

DabKing ;) : I miss my friendddd :(

My heart rate quickens slightly at the fact that he wants to see me and that he misses me. I quickly type a reply,

Y/N : You little fucker you woke me up >:(

Y/N : But yessss ofc i would love to hang with u!

DabKing ;) : Yayyyyyy!!!!! meet at the usual spot in 10?

Y/N : Ugh fine, but I’m gonna have to go barefaced :/

DabKing ;) : That’s ok! You look pretty without makeup

WHAT?! Did he just say I’m pretty?

Y/N : ummm thanks

I throw my phone across my bed, acting like that situation didn’t just happen and that I totally didn’t just respond in the dumbest way possible. I do some very light makeup and change into something cute and comfy because I want to look cute for myself and because I don’t need to try and look nice to go hang out with Bambam. If anything it would be weird if I wore something fancy when we hung out. I still have just under 5 minutes to get to our favorite cafe. Good thing its only a block away from my apartment complex.

I run down the stairwell of my complex and start walking a steady pace towards the cafe. I check my watch. Dammit I’m gonna be late. I pick up my pace slightly. By the time I arrive to the front of the cafe, a certain lanky boy, drowning in gucci and everything that’s expensive, wearing a pair of sunglasses that don’t look designer but they are, is standing right next to the door leaning against the wall as if he had been waiting on me for an hour. My heart starts beating faster. He looks like the bad boy (who’s really a sweetheart) that just popped out of a drama.

“Hey! BamBam!” I wave, then jog up to him.

“Hey Y/N! Its been a while since I’ve seen you face to face” He stretches his arms out, asking for a hug.

Oh shit…This is not what I need right now…

I go in to hug him despite my conscience yelling at me to stop and pull away. My heart is beating even faster now.

“Yeah it has.” I say shyly.

“Let’s go inside and get some breakfast” He smiles, opens the front door, and gestures for me to go inside. He is being oddly polite today.

I walk inside and BamBam shortly follows. I scan the room to find an empty table. Luckily, the corner table we used to always sit at up until a few months ago was open. I turn over my shoulder to ask Bam.

“Hey do you wanna sit at our old table?” I ask.

“Yeah sure” he replies.

We make our way over to the table and sit down. The waitress comes over quickly, with 2 menus in hand.

“Hello! Welcome.” she smiles as she hands us the menus, “Can I get you started with anything to drink this morning?”

“Can I just have a water?” I ask.

“Me too” BamBam says.

“Sure! I’ll have 2 waters back out in just a minute!” She flashes her smile again and walks back to the kitchen.

“I need to use the restroom, I’ll be right back” I say as I stand up from the table and make my way towards the bathrooms, leaving my purse behind and my phone on the table.

I go to the bathroom to calm myself down. I didn’t need to go to bathroom but my heart rate had been jumping ever since he hugged me. I splash cool water on my face and dry it off without ruining the little makeup that I have on. I take a deep breath and head back out to the table where BamBam is waiting. I sit back down across from him. He stares at me for a second before I realize and he places my phone on the table rather harshly and looks at me with confusion and a hint of joy and mischief.

HE TOOK MY PHONE?! OH NO DID HE SEE MY LOCK SCREEN??? OH MY GOD I AM SO DEAD SO SO SO SO DEAD. PREPARE MY GRAVE NOW.

“So, Y/N…” he says as calmly as possible.

I can hear myself swallow hard. I know what is coming.

I’m your lock screen?!” He borderline shouts as he turns on my phone, displaying my background of a high quality fansite photo of BamBam himself.

“Y-You weren’t supposed to see that. Anyway its been nice talking to you I have to go, urgent thing for work-” I stutter as I grab my things and stand up, ready to bolt out due to embarrassment.

“No. Sit down.” he strongly demands.

I accept my fate and approaching doom as I wave my white flag and slump back down into the chair.

“If you could please explain Y/N…” he says with the same calming voice that I listened to on the phone many nights when I was sad and emotional over who knows what. He always knew how to calm me down.

This is it. Now or never.

“Okay look, I’m obviously a fan of Got7. You know that. But, even before we met, I kinda had a thing for you. And meeting you in real life and spending actual time with you didn’t exactly help my case. But I’m not used to liking people or relationships or anything like that. So that’s why I’ve stayed away and chose to become friends with you instead of trying to get with you. Also, because I didn’t want to overstep my boundaries as an acquaintance and being friends with you is better than not knowing you at all. I’ve been avoiding you because it all got too much for me and I couldn’t handle myself being around you so often. I didn’t want to blow my cover. I just really like you. And now I’m so worried because I don’t know what you’re gonna make of this and I’m sorry for not saying anything.”

“No need to worry” he smiles warmly at me and reaches to gently cradle my hands in his, “I like you too.”