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I know we’re all pretty down rn so here, have some cute pics of svalbard reindeer

it’s the smallest subspecies of reindeer on the planet and it loves you

the svalbard reindeer is also the northernmost herbivore in the world, and during winter they survive an average of −16°C (3°F) weather

look at those small fluffy ears and kind eyes, the reindeer is cheering you all on to stay strong in these trying times 

just like the arctic winter, this too shall pass

the svaldbard reindeer proves that even under the most extreme of circumstances, life finds a way. so please, please keep on fighting

The “Lifting” fandom.

I have sympathy for people who steal NECESSITIES.

Food. Medicine. Toiletries. 

And even then- dollar tree. Dollar Tree has literally saved my life so many times. THey have almost everything. toothbrushes/toothpaste, frozen goods, canned goods, jugs of water– even some [off-brand] over the counter medicines. They even have pregnancy tests [yep!]

They have children’s toys, household cleaners…

I’m not going to say there’s “no excuse”; but as a card-carrying broke bitch let me tell you– help isn’t always easy to get, but its there. Goodwill and the salvation army have clothes. You can get 3 months of food stamps if you’re unemployed but able to work. The salvation army will let ANYONE come and eat at 6pm so long as you have an ID, no questions asked. 

But the thing that really annoys me is– you’re not even in need. 

You’re taking these luxury items just because you’re bored or think you’re being edgy and radical and you REALLY want that name-brand thing; and when you get caught– oh man here come the crocodile tears

Man I know I’m old now, because here I am lecturing kids about how not-cool it is to steal just because. 

hunk: hey have you ever thought who shiros favorite is?

lance: oh hunk. oh my hunky honey bear. you do NOT want to know my thoughts on THAT whole situation

hunk: oh boy. ok I’ll bite, who is shiros favorite?

lance: fine you asked for it. it’s pidge.

hunk: …..huh. I would’ve thought you might have said keith.

lance: oh yeah he is too

hunk: ok you lost me

lance: look the way i see it is, pidge is the favorite the way the baby of the family is always the favorite. Keith is like the eldest son, born to take over the family business or whatever.

hunk: alright….so where do we fall in all of this?

lance: well pidge is first with keith running a close second so while keith may not get more desert at the table or get away with murder like pidge does, he’s given more responsibilities and will ultimately gain more of the inheritance. after him comes allura who’s sort of like the hot girl next door shiro has a crush on but he’s too shy to ever ask out. then it’d be you, the cuddly middle child who’s kind of left to his own devices cause your can obviously take care of yourself, then coran, alluras whacky uncle, then the Lions who are the family pets, then me

hunk:

lance: the other middle child who’s the obnoxious class clown only there to get a cheap laugh out of the audience and kind of just there to make shiro angry or exasperated and give him more personality otherwise he’ll look boring

hunk: ….lance

lance: but then again I’m not the last one anymore cause now slavs in the picture and HE’S the one who makes shiro angry and annoyed…..although, he is a lot smarter than i am and he brings out an even funnier side of shiro so I’m probably still the least favorite…….what were we talking about again?

hunk getting up and hugging lance from behind: lance you know you can always talk to me about stuff right?

lance trying not to tear up: uh yeah hunky bear i know that why wouldn’t i know that

hunk: us ignored middle children need to stick together

lance: heh yeah

The 3 Elements of a CHARACTER GOAL

You know that moment in a book or movie, near the end, where everything has gone terribly wrong? All has been lost, the main character appears to have been brutally defeated, the mentor has probably kicked the bucket, and generally things couldn’t look bleaker? 

Writing feels like that moment.

Or more accurately, one point in the writing process feels akin to that dark night. It’s that time after the intrepid writer has pushed through the first draft of the story – they’ve brainstormed the development process, sailed through the beginning, blazed through the middle – and then quite suddenly …everything falls apart.

And this despair can be summed up in one soul-crushing sentence: “What happens at the end?" 

The writer realizes that they don’t know. A giddy optimism has propelled them thus far, a chipper little voice in the back of their head assuring "Don’t worry about the end yet! It’ll sort itself out!”

That little happy voice, it turns out, is a liar. 

But your reign of terror is over, lying voice. There’s a way to fix it so you can never trick another writer again. Because knowing what happens at the end comes down to knowing something right in the beginning: knowing three integral facets of the main character. If you know this golden trio, you’ll have a much better chance of knowing exactly what happens at the end: because the end is all about these three. 

So what are these three things? 

GOAL: What the main characters wants, and will pursue throughout the story, overcoming all obstacles and enemies to obtain. 

WANT: Their reasons for wanting it, which is usually to fill some emotional void they sense in their lives, something they believe will fix life and make it complete.

NEED: What they TRULY require to fill that emotional void, to be complete. 

Yup, three of the things listed in that other post “10 Elements of a Main Character”. But now, we’re going to delve into more detail, the elements of a good Goal, a good Want, and a good Need. 

So what goes into a story GOAL? Goals should be …

SINGULAR: The character must have one objective, and only one. A desire, and the overcoming of obstacles to achieve it, form the spine of the story. If there are two, the character is split between two storylines; they are trying to balance two stories at once, confusing them and confusing the reader. 

TANGIBLE: The goal must be something REAL. Something we can see and feel. 

SPECIFIC: In addition to being tangible, it must be highly specific. If the goal was to “escape” it would have to be “escape to a definite destination”. It can’t be at all vague or easily fulfilled by many objects: it must be finding a specific object, winning a specific prize, getting to a specific destination, etc.  

Like in Tangled: The goal is “see the floating lights.”

NOT EMOTIONS/STATES OF MIND: The goal can’t be something like “happiness” or “belonging” or “love.” Those aren’t tangible, they’re not specific, and most of all the reader can’t envision it being achieved. The goal CAN be a physical representation of an emotional state; obtaining this specific and physical objective will mean achieving the emotional state. 

IMAGINABLE: We should be able to easily envision the main character achieving the goal. When we see it, we know it’s happening, know that everything has been building to this moment.

Like in Monsters Inc, we know what getting Boo back home is going to look like (though in the beginning, we don’t know that it’s going to be heartbreaking.)

NOBLE: The goal should be something the reader can cheer on. The reader understands why the main character wants it. The reader can relate to the goal, and the emotional reason behind it.

Cheer like this.

STAKES: If they fail, something will be lost. If they choose not to pursue the goal, things will be very bad. There can’t be a sense that if they stop going after the goal at any point, life could just go back to how it was. When the catalyst came in and shattered their ordinary world and everyday routine, the story entered the realm of “nothing will ever be the same” and the only way to restore order to their universe is to achieve this thing. And that thing that will be lost must be something we can relate to, something significant: love, safety, family, life, future, freedom, loved ones. 

What goes into the WANT? The want is…

CONNECTED TO GHOST: The ghost is a moment from their past that still haunts them, and is the source of their moral and psychological weaknesses. Their reasons for wanting the goal should be connected to this moment. They believe that if they achieve it, their world will be fixed, life will go back to how it was before this haunting moment occurred.

MISGUIDED: And they’re usually always wrong. Achieving the goal just as it is will never fix what’s broken in their lives. 

SAVING GRACE: It’s often this Want behind their goal that acts as their saving grace in the eyes of the reader. Sometimes it’s hard to connect with a character – they’re difficult to understand, easy to find unappealing, even downright unpleasant – until we know why they are the way they are. (Think Marlin from Finding Nemo; he’s pretty unlikable and frustrating half the time, but we know why he’s behaving that way, so it’s easier to forgive him.) 

What do all of these character NEEDS have in common?

HOW TO FIX LIFE: In their pursuit of the tangible goal, something else is revealed that will truly save their lives. This is some truth that will banish the power of the ghost, let the character see themselves clearly for the first time, and show them what needs to be done to live a better life in the future. This usually arrives right after that “Dark Night” moment, which is usually when the goal has been achieved or lost; the truth revealed in this moment will allow them to snatch victory from this darkest defeat, renew their courage, inspire them to soldier on and pursue the story goal once more. 

NEW WORLDVIEW: This crucible of battle and revelation of truth changes them. They’re not the same person anymore. They’ve conquered the thing that haunts them, overcome weaknesses, have greater knowledge of themselves and life.

Okay! So how does this work? Let’s use Wreck-It Ralph, because I’m in the mood.

What is Ralph’s Goal? 

A medal. 

A single medal will suffice. A tangible medal that we can easily envision. A specific medal, namely the one he got from Hero’s Duty.  A medal that we can imagine him obtaining, bringing to the Nicelanders, and using to change his lot in life. 

It’s easy to cheer on because it means Ralph doesn’t have to live in the garbage, alone anymore. We can relate to it, and cheer it on, because nobody wants to be alone (especially not while living in garbage). 

And the stakes for this are obvious: ___.

Now how about what Ralph wants?

This medal is connected to Ralph’s ghost which is years and years of being the bad guy. The bad, unlikable, unloved, unworthy, friendless guy. 

He thinks if he gets it, he’ll become the good guy at long last, and his loneliness and lack of self-worth will end. 

How is this his saving grace? It immediately makes the audience empathize with Ralph. Everyone, at some point, has felt alone and unloved. 


What about what he Needs?

Getting the medal doesn’t work out for Ralph. It doesn’t fix anything. What he NEEDS is this medal:

To become a hero, he needs to be the hero for Vanellope. 

New Worldview: 

“As long as that little kid likes me … “ 

So these three are the destination. These are what everything is going towards. If you know these three elements, you’ll have a much better chance of an ending forming in your head. So take that annoying little liar voice.

You know what that voice looks like?  Her. It looks like Umbridge.

Sorry I wanted you to hate it as much as I do.

Seriously though, getting pubescent boys out of bed is the most chaotic and challenging thing ever.

A few boys will be ready to go first thing - they probably woke up early and have been waiting impatiently for your alarm to go off. A few more will groggily rise with minimal complaint. A couple will whine and cry and argue with you and try to bargain their souls for another hour of sleep - you relate to them intensely. Ultimately, though, they’ll get up when you really put your foot down.

But there are always one or two campers who are dead to the world. You call their names, tap their shoulders, shake their feet, and check their pulses to make sure they’re actually alive. No response. You pinch their arms, poke their sides, tap their noses, play annoying songs on repeat… nothing.

“Listen,” you say. “I know you’re tired. I’m tired. I’d sell you all to the goblin king if it could get me another twenty minutes of snooze time. But your cabin mates need to use the bathroom, and I’m not allowed to let them go by themselves. We’ve all got to stick together as a group, so they can’t go to the bathroom until you get up. I don’t think they can hold it for long. They might just have to pee in your suitcase….”

The unconscious boys will invariably leap to their feet with inhuman speed.

anonymous asked:

Emma I don't know about you but I'm about 1000% certain that Derek Hale and Newt Scamander are related, when he was tiny he used to stare wide-eyed up at Uncle Newt who he admired more than anyone, he was so proud to be sorted into Hufflepuff even though the rest of the Hales were usually Gryffindors because UNCLE NEWT IS A HUFFLEPUFF, Derek went into magical creature studies like his beloved uncle and just like Newt he has an insane way with animals that impresses the BLOODY HELL out of 1/?

Stiles, a Slytherin who happens to be cultivating some rare herb somewhere years after graduation for his apothecary and gets approached by a Hippogriff, only for Derek to be nearby and be like “Oh no THAT HIPPOGRIFF MIGHT GET HURT!” and run to the aid of the animal, Stiles is always offended about how hard their kids laugh when he tells the story about how he and Papa met because Papa cared about a bird more than him (Newt, somewhere I’m sure, is equally amused).

The image of Derek trying to save the Hippogriff is priceless. Poor Stiles, he was probably very excited that a handsome young boy - oh wait, make that the handsomest young boy, now all man, from his school days - was running towards him, to save him (”not that I needed saving, BUT A GUY HAS DREAMS!”) and instead, he got knocked out of the way and watched, a little outraged, from the ground as Derek cooed and bowed to the Hippogriff. 

What if it had tried to kill me???

Shhh, you’re scaring him.

HE’S LITERALLY GIVING ME A DEATH GLARE RIGHT NOW.

Stop being so dramatic. I swear to Merlin, you Slytherins…

UGH, THAT IS UNWARRANTED STEREOTYPING. 

(Derek Hale was totally that kid at Hogwarts who hung out with Hagrid, wanting to feed the magical creatures and pet them, I’m sure. I mean, like, Derek Hale could have been on the Quidditch team (he could definitely show off when he wanted to) and he certainly looked like he wasn’t afraid to curse you something awful when you annoyed him, but in reality? Softest. Gentlest. Dork. To. Ever. Dork. But also, perhaps, werewolf!Derek at Hogwarts who feels like an outsider and is afraid to get close to people because while Hogwarts is progressing, they still have a long way to go when it comes to werewolf rights. And so, Derek makes friends with the magical creatures, finding peace with them, a place without judgement, reading aloud to them and writing his Uncle Newt whenever he feels lonely.)

Also though. Now I need kid!Derek staring up at his Uncle Newt in awe because Uncle Newt is the best. I want kid!Derek feeling honoured and privileged because Uncle Newt lets him and only him see his magical creatures. Kid!Derek’s face the first time he sees a Bowtruckle. Kid!Derek on his first day at Hogwarts and writing screeds back home to his family, making sure to tell his mom to tell Uncle Newt he is pretty sure he saw a unicorn today but not to worry, Derek acted just like he was supposed to and that he hopes Uncle Newt is proud of him. 

Gruff Derek, jock!Derek…these are all good choices. But sometimes I just need unreserved dork!Derek who uses cockiness as a front, yes, but wants nothing more than to read a good book in peace while feeding Buckbeak with Hagrid. 

Mr. Hemmings

To be honest, you don’t know where this new found confidence is coming from since you’re normally a red face blubbering mess in front of him. Maybe it was the wink he sent you this morning or his eyes constantly roaming down your body, whatever it was made your confidence boost and let your wild side escape.

Originally posted by irweicake

Words: 5.5K

Request: No

Rating: R [A HIGH AMOUNT OF DOMINANCE AND TALKING DIRTY] 


The sound of your bedroom door creaking open and the shutters of your blinds getting pulled up had your eyes beginning to peal open, the sunlight shinning through the curtains had a hiss falling from your lips as you turn your body over to look at whomever decided to disturb you so early in the morning.

“Y/N what time did you go to bed last night?” Your mom questions as you hear her wining your window open. The sound of birds chirping and lawn mowers shaving long strands of grass begin to flutter into your ears.

“I don’t know, two maybe four in the morning?” You respond while groaning and throwing your head into your pillowcase, the softness of the pillow comforting you as you let a please sigh slip from your lips.

“Really Y/N! Why were you up so late?” Your mom ask with such frustration in her voice that your actually scared to look at her, but you’re actually relieved when she sits down at the foot of your bed and begins to rub your calf in her thigh.

“I was binge watching The Vampire Diaries sue me.” You say, voice muffled because of the pillow but your mom lets a tired sigh fall from her lips before pinching your calf gently.

“You shouldn’t be doing that. It’s bad for your body.” Your mom says, only leaving you to blink your eyes open and roll them.

“Ugh.” You groan before turning around in her grasp and looking up at her, the sunlight somewhat blinding your eyes.

“It’s the truth Y/N, anyways freshen up. Breakfast is downstairs and I need to talk to you also.” Your mom states while rising up and off the bed, her warm skin leaving your body, causing you to pout.

“What do we need to talk about?” You ask while raising up, your left hand coming up to cover your eyes from the beaming sun as you watch your mom begin to walk out of your door. “Come downstairs and you’ll find out.” Is the only thing she says, causing another groan to fall from your lips before you hear the door slam shut, making you stand and  walk out your bedroom and straight to the washroom.

You quickly brush your teeth and wash your face before you hop in the shower, the feeling of the warm water hitting your cool body had a please sigh slipping through your lips as you quickly washed up and hopped out.

You made your way into your room and quickly put on your under garments before lotioning your body up, the scent of coconut in the air as you walked over to your window with your towel wrapped around your body just in time to see your beautiful neighbor.

Just a few yards away from you, you saw Mr. Hemmings just getting out of the shower also, his body glistening with water as a white towel was loosely wrapped around his hips. His once blond hair now resting dark amongst his forehead, he brings his hand up and brushes it out of his face, making his body look so lean and slender.

A satisfied moan slipped from your lips as you watch Mr. Hemmings continue to paste around his room, continuously looking around for something that he lost. You watch as his body begins to walk towards the window that reflects yours, his arms reaching out and pulling open a drawer that is conjoined to his desk, his arm moving around like he is searching for the item before pausing and looking up towards you.

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Young Tsukishima is very demanding. Everytime yams come over, he literally uses only one split second to say hi to Aki before Tsukki turns sour and glares at his brother because “Yamaguchi came over here for me, not you.” Aki would just chuckle and ruffle his hair teasing him about how much he loves Yamaguchi. Generally, he just doesn’t like sharing. His mom would ask Yama all these questions and Tsukki would answer for him, impatient and demanding every moment of Yamaguchi’s attention. “Yes, mom. He’s fine and school was okay. I literally spend everyday with him, I would know his schedule,” he argues when his mom asks him not to fill in tadashi life for her. Yamaguchi would just blush. He gets really cranky when night time comes along though. Believe it or not, he likes to cuddle a lot and just loves hugging the shit out of Yamaguchi. One time, Yams had to go to the bathroom bad and couldn’t hold it in so he went to use the restroom. When he came back, Tsukki was up and asking him questions like: “Where did you go? Why did you leave and not tell me? Don’t you know it’s cold in here?” Sometimes he gets too overbearing though. He would blindly follow Yamaguchi to do whatever task he needs to do at 12 o'clock in the night and would just whine and complain saying he needs sleep. Yamaguchi has never slept out on the couch or on the guest futon. Ever. Well, technically, he has many times but Tsukki always insist they sleep in his bed together or he’d just invite himself into Yamaguchi’s personal space. Yamaguchi sometimes wonder if he’s touch starved. He brings this up one time at a dinner conversation and Mrs. Tsukishima laughs because as a baby, Tsukki didn’t like to be held a lot and Yam’s just having internal conflict because man, he’s never slept so much at someone’s house before and he’s starting to miss his personal space and bed. On the days he doesn’t sleep over, Tsukki invites himself to his house so… alone time was a big no-no. They literally spend every waking moment together. Like, if Tsukki wakes up and Yams is still asleep, he literally ignores everything and goes back to cuddling yams tiny body. Like, Tsukishima will not let him go. He loves how Yamaguchi clings onto the nearest object or person and just snuggles into them too much to let go. He just loves Yamaguchi to be honest.

Reasons to watch Leverage

Eliot Spencer

Eliot Spencer

eLIOT MOTHERFUCKING SPENCER

Ahem. Right.

Also:

- Found family trope, which I will never get tired of in a million years

- You know that post asking for a series with a dark, fucked up, tragic beginning that gradually gets happier when the series progresses? Leverage is basically that. Four out of the five main characters have pasts that range from ‘Mildly sad and lonely’ to ‘Holy shit you’re fucked up’, but the show takes that and then makes them better. There’s no gritty downspiral, no one gets killed for shock value, it’s an action series that’s actually fun. 

- Did I mention it is hilarious? Because it is. Really. Friggin’. Funny.

- Broody man getting called out on his broody man-ness

- Broody man having an awesome ex-wife who has moved on from the divorce, still cares about her ex-husband but is not bitter and also does not get jealous but instead becomes friends with ex-husbands new partner.

- No. Annoying. Love. Triangles. Just one glorious OT3.

- Ladies telling dudes they need more time before embarking on anything romantic and then getting as long as they need without anyone pressuring them into something they’re not ready for.

- Basically: HEALTHY RELATIONSHIP DEVELOPMENT

- The resident nerd is not a stereotypical white boi geek, but a rather buff and very attractive black man. You know who is a stereotypical white boi geek? The villain.

- Not only relatable heroes, but relatable villains. I mean, everyone has been screwed over at least once by the type of scumbags portrayed in Leverage, so watching them getting taken for everything they own gives me tingles. Tingles of vindication.

- There’s one episode with two female leads that’s basically ‘Fuck the Bechdel test we’ve got criminals to catch’

But seriously, just go watch it for this glorious goober right here:

nerd dating problems - a guy on Tinder tried to explain my DnD character’s motivations to me after I explained her backstory to him

2 | You’ll Never Walk Alone

BTS + GOT7 X READER [GANG!AU]

WORD COUNT: 4,134

series warnings: mature themes, strong language, violence, substance abuse, eventual smut

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“Give me your phone.” Jin held out his large palm expectantly as he escorted you back inside the manor house, Taehyung in tow with your bags.

“Y/N I mean it, hand it over.”

Thankfully you’d all made it back from the hotel in one piece, nobody was hurt but nobody was telling you anything either.

“Not until you tell me what’s going on…” You retorted nervously, your voice no louder than a broken whisper.

Taehyung slipped past you and made his way to the back of the building with your suitcases, Jin took you into an eccentric looking dining room, the air lightly tainted with the lingering stench of kimchi. The room was beautifully decorated, the walls were pale lilac, complimented by the soft rose curtains that covered the large windows. Huge luxury paintings clung to the walls as they fought for attention, each one more lavish than the last. But despite the bright colours and fluorescence of the big chandeliers, the room felt dark and cold as though it was rarely, if ever used. Jin pulled a chair out and gestured for you to sit down at the huge dining table, a deep sigh falling from his plump lips.

“Please give me your phone. Jimin will explain everything I promise, but that’s a conversation you need to have with him… Not me.” Jin explained, his chocolate brown orbs glazed with sympathy. You took your phone from your leather jacket, placing it directly into his palm. Jin was like a brother to you and you trusted him with your life, you couldn’t start questioning his integrity now.

“Thank you. Now it’s been a long day, you should rest. I’ll show you to one of the spare rooms-“

“Nonsense. She’ll stay in the back house.” Jimin appeared in the doorway, trying his best to smile despite his face being blanketed in concern. “Come on, I’ll take you.” He took your wrist in his grip and pulled you outside, his strides almost too wide for you to keep up with.

At the back of the darkened gardens there was a small house, resembling that of a white cottage or bungalow. Just from looking at it you could tell there was only one floor, and that it wasn’t very spacious. Taehyung exited the building and nodded once at your brother, who gave him a small smile and muttered something that sounded like ‘thank you.’

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Don't Leave Me (Arranged Marriage AU Jungkook)

Originally posted by jengkook

Type: Angst (sorta)Fluff

Request: Hi I was wondering if you could do an arranged marriage scenario with jungkook from bts, where he doesn’t love reader at first but she’s always there for him and he’s always with other girls until she tries to leave and he realizes that he loves her. Sorry if that doesn’t make sense to you or if your not taking requests then never mind, ps love your writing.


You sighed as you pulled up to the club. “There’s my wife!” you hear as you turn to see Jeongguk, sadly your husband as he had his arm wrapped around a girl. “Thanks for picking us up” he coos as he moves to wrap his arms around you. You stepped away watching him nearly fall before standing straight “come on” he said grabbing the girl’s are before you stopped him “no only you” you tell him as he nodded. “Alright bye bye” he waved as he stumbled to the car.

“You’re so nice for driving out for me” Jeongguk stated as he sat in the back of the car. “Well the 23 calls times it hard to ignore your drunk ass” you tell him as he laughs lightly. “You know I don’t like being married” he continues as you sigh. “I know neither do I” you say. “I wish we could divorce life would be easier. I could have my life back” he says as you scoff “tell me about it” you shot back as you looked through the rearview to see him already passed out. Pulling into the driveway and into the garage and you simply got out of the car leaving him back there.

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You smiled at your computer as you read an email from ‘J-Hope’ he was one of Jeongguk’s good buddies who felt bad for you being with someone who didn’t love you. The two of weren’t secretly dating or anything but wanted to help you out with getting away for a bit. The door to the garage opened as Jeongguk came in rubbing his neck. You didn’t even glance up from your computer and sipped your coffee. “Why was I in the back of the car?” he asked as he glared at you. “I couldn’t lift you out” you state as you sent an email back to Hoseok befor you put your laptop on sleep. “I have a horrible cramp-” “yeah yeah bitch to one of your sluts” you tell him as you head to your room to get ready for the day.

Your laptop made sound and Jeongguk felt curious as to who was emailing you at 7 in the morning. Glancing back down the hall he rushed to the computer as moved his finger against the mouse pad watching it light back up. He saw his friend’s email address clear there. ‘I’ll get you when Kook leaves this evening for the new club he heard about. He wouldn’t shut up about it. Make sure you’re packed and I’ll take you to the airport’ it read as he seemed shocked. “What?” he asked himself as he went to your browser and to your history as he saw that you had looked up a few different things ‘divorce lawyers(many) and great places to get away to’ he heard the door open as he closed the browser and put the computer on sleep before he got up and moved away.

~

You looked at your phone and saw that it was 9 PM already. You glanced over and saw that Jeongguk hadn’t budged from his spot on the couch. “Aren’t you leaving?” you asked as he made a sound. “Don’t feel like it” he spoke. “You not feeling up to party? You must be sick” you state as he looks up at you “maybe” he spoke as he watched your fingers type something on your phone. “Who are you talking to?” “None of your business so don’t bother” you say as you stood up leaving the living room as he sighs.

He didn’t know why he was feeling the need to have you stay but he did. Jeongguk had been craving his complete bachelor lifestyle back but at the same time he didn’t want to be alone. You came back our of your room with clear annoyance on your face before sitting back down “you know we’re having brunch with our mothers tomorrow-” “sadly” you mumble “do you want to invite them over?” he asked “no” you tell him “they would want a tour and see we sleep in different rooms. You have a pile of clothing that my parents know I wouldn’t step foot anywhere in front of your bedroom. Oh the personal favorite the collection of whore jewelry you’ve tried to pass off to me because we both know your mom would snoop through my jewelry box” you say as he sighs. “I don’t need people knowing about what I’ve been married to for the past two years" you tell him. “Yeah why did you wait two years to do something about it?” he growls annoyed.

“What?” you asked as he began panicking “how do you know about that?” you ask as he looks away “you privacy invading prick” “yeah? So what? You wouldn’t be sitting her right now if I didn’t” he almost yells. “You have no right to make me stay here. I tried to make this work for so long Jeongguk but its getting unbearable. I don’t like picking you up with your drunken one night stands. I don’t like hearing about what you did last night with her. I don’t like having to smile when I want to hide away and cry because my no good husband flirts with women right in front of me” you yelled by the end after having a normal tone but anger built itself up. “I’m done being with you” you tell him as he stood there quietly.

~

Jeongguk sat on the couch for who knows how long processing everything as you had angerily went to your room. He closed his eyes thinking about all the things he’s made you do for him. Before he rolled over and closed his eyes passing out on the couch.

He woke up to the harsh feeling of a hand smacking down on him before he rolled over to see you dressed up scrolling through your phone “get a shower. We have to get in 40” you state before walking away. He sighed as he got up and rushed to get ready. He looked himself over in the mirror before sighing. “I can become the perfect husband” he told himself as he left the bathroom.

~

Brunch went by smoothly as Jeongguk didn’t take it upon himself to flirt with the overly attractive waitress even though you could tell he was tempted. “So have you two started planning more for the future?” your mother asked as you looked up from your plate with a full mouth, you covered your mouth as you chewed before you spoke. “What do you mean?” you asked “oh come on don’t be silly about it. Have you two thought about children?” his mouth spoke as Jeonggul froze completely. “He probably has like 50 already” you mble “what was that dear?” his mouth peaked when she heard your soft talk. “Nothing nothing just speaking to myself” you said awkwardly.

“We’ve hit a large snag in the relationship” Jeongguk spoke as he was looked at by all of you as he took a sip from his drink. “What’s that dear?” his mother asked. Jeongguk looked at you as he spoke “we aren’t happy together” he told them honestly. “Not happy?” your mother asked as you looked away. “We haven’t been happy” he continues as you pushed your plate away getting up.

“I haven’t been a good man to your daughter Mrs. Y/N and I regret it more than anything because she wants to leave me now” he spoke as he took a deep breath. “I didn’t think losing her would affect me so much” he continues. “You’re an idiot” his mother spoke as he looked up. “I know” he spoke as he used his fork to play with his food.

~

The car ride was pretty much silent as you looked out the window the whole time. “You can leave” he said filling the silence. “I can’t make you stay and I should force you to stay in an unhappy situation” he continues as he pulls onto your street. “I’m sorry though. I am horrible man-” “please just stop” you say as he grips the steering wheel tightly but kept his mouth shut.

As soon as the car was in park he watched you get out. He just sat there and sighed resting his head onto the window. By the time he got in all the lights in the house nothing was on so he figured you had gone off to rest or something. He walked slowly to his room he heard nothing overly loud as he walked passed your door. Once he got to his room he threw himself down onto the bed staring off. Before he sat up again.

~

Once you woke up from a nap you could see that your door was opened, confused you sat up and looked around. Your missing jewelry box caught your eye as you got up. You headed out to the hall seeing that there was garbage bags there as Jeongguk stepped out of his room carrying another “what are you doing?” you asked as you could see into the bag of things that were in it. The clothing of his many one nighters that were left, he looked at you. “Cleaning” he spoke as he picked up your jewelry box and opening it “none of this is yours right?” he asked as you raised a brow. “Good” he said as he dumped the contents into the bag before handing the box back.

“What are you doing?” you asked again as he tied the bag. “What I should have done along time ago. Change my ways” he spoke picking up the bags and heading out of the home leaving you confused as to his sudden but much needed change.

the posh boy problem

you are at part one.

part two: the posh boy solution

also available on: AO3

***

Posh boy left his mug on the papers again. It will leave a rim on the sports section.

John goes over to the living room table. Then he stops in his tracks. It’s happened again, hasn’t it? More and more often he finds himself giving Sherlock silly petnames in his head. He was never a friend of those, can hardly explain why he is doing it now – in his own thoughts – but something about it calms and provokes him at the same time. He picks up the half-emptied mug of cold tea and thinks this over on his walk to the kitchen sink.

He likes Sherlock. He knows this, has known this for literally ages. That he likes him, and that he likes him in a way that Sherlock most definitely won’t find appealing. Sexually. There, he said it. In his head, of course, never out loud. But Sherlock, with his many frustrating qualities, of which many where outrageously attractive to John, is practically forcing him to feel provoked. Those feelings then lead to … petnames, apparently. He’s had stranger coping mechanisms before.

In his head greets him with hey, handsome in the morning, those wonderful mornings where Sherlock has actually slept and still looks all soft and not quite awake. He calls him genius when he is being too clever again and doesn’t notice, calls him pretty man and silly git and sweetheart when he’s feeling like it, and, of course, posh boy. He doesn’t even know what it is about that one in particular, but he finds that to be the worst. For his sexual frustration, that is. Every time it comes up in his head, which is more and more often, it fuels his imagination vividly. So much that it has even made it to his bedroom and he has dreams, half-asleep, half-awake, about teaching posh boy a lesson, getting posh boy a little dirty, treating posh boy a little rough. These are all terrible thoughts. Because they will stay just as imaginary and sexually frustrating. Posh boy won’t love him back, after all.

One morning Sherlock sits in front of his microscope on the kitchen table. He hasn’t moved for at least two hours. Nothing unusual. In fact, it was how they spend most of their Sundays now. John doesn’t really date anymore, and even if he did, he would not trade these days for anything. They have fallen into this pattern a while ago, the pattern of staying in on lazy Sundays, waking up later and waiting for the other to have breakfast together. Now Sherlock occupies himself with some experiment on maggots and fingers (John doesn’t even ask) and John is sitting in his chair. He is reading a novel about an incredibly clever and cunning explorer who kind of reminds him of Sherlock (he can’t help it, as much as he would like to). Being absorbed in the book, he is confused at first when Sherlock calls him from the kitchen.

“John?”

“Hmh?”

With Sherlock this is either going to be of highest importance or an absurdly unnecessary request.

“Care to pass me my phone?”

John sighs loudly. The latter. Thought so.

“Where is your phone?”

“Breast pocket.”

With his eyes rolling at the ceiling John puts a bookmark in his book, places it on the table next to him and gets off his chair. Walking into the kitchen, he murmurs under his breath.

“I see posh boy’s being a lazy butthead again…”

He takes the phone out of Sherlock’s breast pocket and holds it out for him. But instead of taking it and paying no more attention to him, Sherlock is suddenly staring at him like his face was on fire. John frowns at him. Sherlock, in turn, raises one brow.

“Posh?”

John’s eyes widen in shock and his heart jumps once in his chest and then stops, he thinks, just stops, and he wants to melt and become one with the floorboards. This is bad.

“I’m not posh,” Sherlock complains.

He must notice how John is only blushing more deeply. How? How did he say that out loud without noticing? How the bloody hell could he?

John clears his throat and decides to go along with it. There is no more turning back from here on anyway.

“You… are, actually. Just look at you, you with your… cheekbones. Your… perfectly tailored suits, your annoying British accent and deep voice-”

“We all have British accents.”

“I know!” John is enormously embarrassed, and he feels that if he doesn’t take a long walk right now, he will punch something to calm his inner unsettlement. “I need air.”

But Sherlock isn’t finished. “If anything, you are the posh one, John.”

“Hah! How so, Sherlock Holmes? Have you looked at yourself?”

“Have you looked around this flat in the past years? There are piles of magazines in the corners of every room, there is a Cluedo board pinned to the wall by me, I leave my things wherever I please, the kitchen is a mess of syringes and human body parts – an organised and well structured mess if you know where to look, but not the point right now – and I am currently examining maggots. In contrast to this you, John Watson, are a doctor, you wear your chequered shirts buttoned up to your chin, you’ve lived a clean life not suffering from a drug addiction, have had girlfriends and relationships and altogether live as part of the middle-class society in Central London. You wish for a wife and children and probably a German Shepard and a house in the suburbs, or at least that’s what you think you want, so tell me, John: How am I the posh one?”

John has a hard time finding a response to this that doesn’t only consist of loose vowels. It takes him a good minute, but Sherlock is oddly patient with him.

“First of all,” he manages then, “ I don’t think I want a wife and children, thank you very much. And maybe… maybe I’m not that serious when I call you things like that.”

“So why do you?”

“What?” John’s heart began beating faster once more. He’s so tense.

“Why do you call me a posh… boy?”

Oh fuck, hearing those two words spoken out loud and together and out of Sherlock’s mouth, for God’s sake!

“I- I don’t. Why- why should I even tell you? You read my mind all the time, can I not be allowed to keep this one thing to myself for once?!”

Sherlock narrows his eyes and observes him from head to toe. Oh please no. “No, that’s not it.”

“Alright, you know what? It’s you. Okay? It’s your fault! You just make me so angry all the time. No, don’t- don’t look at me like that.”

Sherlock’s eyes have gone wide and very blue. He looks genuinely hurt by this. Scared even. Scared at what John would say next, what this would mean for them. John feels and shares his pain, and he hates himself for every word he has ever said that would make Sherlock look like this. He is vulnerable and human, after all. Even if he tries to convince everyone around him that he isn’t, John has to stop falling for Sherlock’s own defence mechanism.

“I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just… what you said. There’s no wife and there is no house in the suburbs for me, Sherlock. I just can’t see it. But I see this.” He means Baker Street, means 221B, means … Sherlock. “This life. With you.”

Sherlock’s eyes are still so very blue. He wants to lose himself in them.

“And that makes you angry?” Sherlock asks.

“What? No. I’m just. Forget it.”

John finally has the courage to turn around and go, or maybe he lacks the courage to face him and stay, but either way he walks back into the sitting room, prepared to put on his jacket and leave the house for at least two hours. Sherlock jumps up and follows him.

“John! Wait. We never say what we want to say.”

John swirls around, his mouth a thin line of held back emotions. He stands close to the door. Ready to flee. “And what do you wanna say?”

Sherlock takes a deep breath and closes his eyes. When he opens them again, there is courage in the one and fear in the other.

“Me too.”

“Sorry?”

“Me too. I see this, too. Us. This life we share.”

John bites the insides of his mouth because his whole skin feels hot with disbelief and wonder and hope, oh god, so much hope that he doesn’t let himself own.

“What?” he asks instead, going for a weak smile, “You don’t see yourself with a wife and children?”

Sherlock huffs a laugh. “No. Weirdly I don’t.”

They smile at each other.

“So ‘posh boy’,” Sherlock says after a while, “is actually about…?”

“Me being an ungrateful moron? Me never saying what I should say before it’s too late? Me trying to get my anger at all of this under control? Yes. Yes, I suppose it is.”

Sherlock looks down at the spot between his feet. He’s thinking. But not as he usually is, not fast and calculating and mechanical. He’s thinking about the right thing to do. The things he has always wanted to do, but never thought it to be right or appropriate or good for them.

“I can wait for you to figure this out.”

“Wait for me?”

“As long as you need, John. We both agreed, didn’t we? Both of us don’t plan on leaving or getting married and reproduce anytime soon, so.”

“You don’t like waiting,” John points out, but he is already incredibly relieved and impressed by Sherlock’s words.

“No, I don’t. But I like you.”

John doesn’t flee to take an hour-long walk that day. He would never trade a lazy Sunday with Sherlock Holmes, after all. Sherlock continues with his experiment, and John reads. Later they watch telly together and Sherlock yells at the incompetent game show host on BBC One. He said he could wait till John figures this out, whatever this is. But maybe they both don’t have to wait that long. Maybe, just maybe, posh boy could actually love him back.

…to be continued…

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marching band au

OK SO shiro and allura head rival marching bands, both as senior drum majors. iverson and coran respectively are the conductors.

lance, the beautiful boy that he is, is co-captain of allura’s band’s color guard (insert cliché langst trope about him always being second best)

hunk is the sousaphone because he can basically carry the entire band if he needs to, has incredible lung power, and impeccable rythym

slide on over to shiro’s band where we find pidge heading up the pit/front ensemble because it takes a lot of technical skill and varied knowledge of multiple instruments

and finally keith as the drum line section leader and a snare drum. he’s technically very good but his anger tends to get in the way of his leadership, so more often than not the drum line is a fucking mess lmao and he breaks sticks all the time

so basically fuck that noise of pit and drum line hating each other (even tho its true) because here we see conspiracy bros hanging out and discussing percussion shit

anyway so the plot is one day lance’s fam decides to move school districts and its Devastating. lance doesnt want to leave hunk or the guard or all these people who appreciate him, especially for a rival school. he gets to the new school and they dont have a color guard. so lance is thrown to the bottom of the totem pole (a middle sized bass drum ofc) and he has to deal with Angry Mullet McGee and his perfectionism and anger-driven performances

lance tries to start up a color guard but iverson is hearing nothing of it, saying they only let lance into the band anyway because keith thought he had potential. keith denies saying this to lance, who now constantly says “you liiiiiike me” at inappropriate times

lance goes above iversons head to the school board and they say yeah you can make a color guard team but youve gotta do all the work yourself buddy so lance Goes for it

unfortunately everyone else is too scared of iverson to leave their spot in the band so lance is the only person in the guard. he writes and choreographs drill and dances for himself to go along with their show and brings it to shiro who is delighted to see someone so passionate about band

when lance finally performs his solo routine along with the band, standing and grinning in front of the crowd, everyone goes fucking wild and loves it and they end up beating lances old school in the competition

hunk is congratulating him after the big performance when keith approaches, so hunk awkwardly leaves with an eyebrow wiggle because hey keith is cute underneath that rage and everyone knows it

“listen lance you were. really good out there. i just wanted to say that you didnt have to leave the drum line though. you were a good player even if you were annoying and never stopped flirting with everyone. what im trying to say is, you dont need to do everything alone, but that sounds stupid so ill just go”

lance is so touched because hes starting to feel as good as he did at his old school here with the help of new friends and eventually he gets more ppl to join the guard (shay, nyma, plaxum, maybe slav lmao)

and happily ever after, so basically im here for Happy Endings And Band Fun stop hurting lance in fics 2k17

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BTS when their s/o uses a night light and is embarrassed about it

Hello! First of all, your blog is amazing and your writing is beautiful! I was wondering if you could do a BTS react to their S/O being shy and embarrassed that she uses a night light. Like she would stay up late to turn in on and wake up early to turn it off so they wont know. Thank you and much love to your blog! 😁💙

Sorry you had to wait so long darling, thank you so much~~


 

JHope:

He wouldn’t mind the lights being on at night, he just wants you to sleep well and be happy in the mornings. He would be a little confused that you didn’t tell him about your night light though.

“You could have just asked me, love~ And by the way, I thought I was your sunshine, why can’t I be your night light?”

Originally posted by pjmjjk

 

Suga:

He needs his precious sleep! When he first woke up from the light, he would be a little bit annoyed and turn it off. The two of you would find a compromise- The lights stay on until your asleep, but after that he turns them off.

“Why the hell are the lights on…? What do you mean you can’t sleep without, your my s/o after all?”

Originally posted by jeonbase

Rapmonster:

 

He also wouldn’t mind your night light, but he would be a little disappointed when he first found out about it. Why didn’t you just tell him? However, he might accidently sweep it off the table when sleeping.

“Jagi I'm totally fine with it, but you can ju- Oh sh*t, I think I just broke it…”

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned

Taehyung:

 

“Why is it so bright? Is Jesus visiting us? Is it already morning?”

-you tell him you turned on the night light-

“You can’t sleep without a light on? Ahhh that’s so cute, come here squishyy~~ By the way, I know ways to make you so exhausted that you’ll sleep without a night light…”

(from Tae Tae to Taehyung in 0.1 seconds)

Originally posted by mvssmedia

Jungkook:

 

“(Y/N), why are you still awake? Your always staying up so late…”

When you tell him the reason for that, he’s so confused. Why would you keep this a secret from him when he already knew you were a cute little fluffball?

“Next time just tell me, dummy. Go to sleep, we’ll let the night light on. And if it’s because your scared, don’t be, I’m there~”

Originally posted by officialwookkibby

 

Jin:

You actually woke him up while trying to turn on the night light. He just watched you, wondering if you did that often and how he didn’t notice. The next morning, he’ll talk about it with you. He has a light sleep and lights do bother him a little bit, so he’d try to make you hot milk with honey in the evenings as It’s known to help falling asleep fast.

Originally posted by theseoks

Jimin:

 

When he noticed your sleeping habit, he would ask you why you couldn’t sleep witout the light. He would prefer darkness while sleeping, but he wanted you to be comfortable. The next night, he would just try and snuggle up to you to prevent you from turning on the lights- maybe him cuddling with you would help even better.

“No, I won’t let you go. No, you can’t stand up either. Come on, just cuddle with me, sweetheart~”

Originally posted by bwipsul


 

Yay, finally I had time to finish this request~ I hope you like it!

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Alex Standall x Reader One Shot

Can you write a fic where the reader calls Alex in the middle of the night saying she wants fast food and then Alex goes and picks them up (even tho its 1 am) and takes them to go get food and maybe a even a little dance/singing party in the car on the way to the fast food place (Ooh and could they maybe even stop somewhere and sit on top of his car staring at the stars and talking and thats when Alex realizes he loves her) if its not to much? (sorry im such a hoe for all this)

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anonymous asked:

Can I just say, I feel like I'm the only one that's extremely irritated with the whole moving theories? Like it's great if they are but in all seriousness, there's a lot to disprove them moving, specially right now with everything going on(vaca). And moving is something serious, not some secret project that doesn't have to be acknowledge right away like moving would. Why the fuck would they be so hush hush over moving? There's no need to?? And dan said he's redecorating his room SOO... no move.

fair enough. idg why it’s the foundation for so much discourse to be honest. if they move they move if they don’t they don’t. they inevitably will eventually bc they’ve said themselves that the house is too small for all of their things. so it’s rly more a matter of “when” and that seems v uninteresting to me overall to be frank

edit: since yesterday i’ve been thinking about the wholly inadequate answer i gave to this ask. not only was i a bit condescending in my response (and i want to say sorry about that bc i didn’t intend for my tone to be laced with so much judgment … of course it’s valid to be interested in if/when they’re moving and think about what it could mean for them,) but i also didn’t even really respond to the question that this anon posed and i feel really bad about it (which is also why i realized i should probs log off and not try to answer much else, since i was not in a great place to be thinking about this stuff.) 

i do want to try and respond better tho to the question of why dnp would “be so hush hush over moving” (though i apologize in advance since u said you’re feeling irritated by the moving theories. this is a full on explanation of all the evidence that supports that theory.) the first point i want to make is that i actually don’t think they’re really trying to keep it hush hush. they’re obviously not outright stating that they’re moving, but dan especially has made several allusions to that notion over the last few months, many of which seem to have been forgotten in the overall discussion happening in the fandom right now. there were all of the needing storage mentions of course, and then the explicit statement in that january live show that “getting more storage” was definitely on the agenda for 2017. that could obviously be an innocuous statement, but with dan’s extensive knowledge of phandom discourse, the chance seems slim that he didn’t know that “getting storage” was being used as a way to talk about moving. then there were all of those subtle mentions about how long they’ve lived in the flat–i think on 2 or 3 separate occasions dan brought up that he couldn’t believe they’d been there for 5 years now. there was also the mention that he wants a new piano, and that that was something he would do this year. again while it’s possible he meant getting a new piano in this flat, he’s also stated in the past that the piano has been in that apartment since it was constructed and it just seems more feasible to accomplish that goal in a new place? and he also stated in january that after filming a lot for dapg, the early part of 2017 would be dedicated to “life things.” and, finally, with respect to yesterday’s live show, if they’re really trying to keep this some enormous secret dan would’ve tried a lot harder imo to hide the absence of the wirrow painting and the shit on his bedside table. or he would’ve waited until after the tuesday live show to get the stuff moved. or he would’ve canceled the tuesday live show altogether, especially bc he had a pretty solid excuse in being swamped with pre-travel preparation (he even made it seem like a possibility that he wouldn’t stream today during the joint live show last week.)

generally, i do think there are a number of reasons they would want to keep it mostly secret (the pressure from millions of people openly speculating about it, drawing conclusions from it, expressing their heartbreak bc of their emotional attachment to their current flat, etc. seems like an incomprehensible stress on top of the already stressful process of moving.) but i also think it’s important to note that they’re not really trying very hard to eliminate speculation on it either. in my opinion, they seem more like they’re attempting to lowkey prepare people without outright stating it so that no one who is seriously invested in them and their personal matters (aka the ardent live show watchers) can truly claim to be shocked or surprised when it happens. i mean, just look at their tags here on tumblr rn–if they were aiming to keep it “hush hush” i would say they miserably failed. if, however, their goal was to tell people subtly without confirming it outright,, then they clearly succeeded.

overall, since dnp have always been people who seem to make every decision and statement with so much premeditated thought, the easiest explanation of all of the past statements i’ve listed (and yesterday’s very pointed “you could say i’m relocating it … one could say” …. like rly if he’s aesthetically rearranging his current bedroom why that sketchy “one could say” addendum? it makes literally no sense in that context) is that they’re moving. i also don’t understand why it seems like such a ‘reach’ to people. they’ve lived in that flat so long. they’ve talked about needing more space for so long. it just seems very logical to me on every level that two people with their level of intertwined living and their financial capacity would take this relatively chiller time in their professional lives to do something about their struggle w too limited space, the annoying loudness of their street, their leaky gas pipes, their overbearing landlord, etc. etc. and “see if there’s a better way to live” (also dan’s words from earlier this year, in case ppl forgot) 

in short, all of these things seem to make at least a reasonable case for them moving (and moving soon), and  all of dan’s talk about aesthetics and new backgrounds for his videos, plus asking viewers to send him “palettes,” are easier explained, imo, as just a bit of (adorable) excitement around the upcoming process of redecorating in a new place. he’ll still need to think about how to arrange his furniture and what sort of decorative pieces to add to his background in this hypothetical new place, obvi, and he never explicitly said the words “i’m redecorating this bedroom that i currently inhabit.” moreover, that they’re moving and some of their stuff has already been packed away explains all of the sketchier elements of the show in a much cleaner way. for example, why was dan’s excuse for using his phone that the mouse to his “laptop” was dead? do they not have batteries? do they not have other computer mouses in their house? (they do. like at least 2 if not more.) why would not having a mouse, if that was even true, necessitate him sitting on his bed with his phone? why not use his laptop? or if that’s broken too, why not use phil’s laptop as he has done before? using a phone seems like the most inconvenient solution, and sitting on the bed with that phone seems doubly inconvenient. like, let’s say all of the other tech is packed away for their trip or dead or broken and his only option really was his phone … why did he choose to sit on his bed? something he hasn’t done in a live show in literal years? something that is so clearly uncomfortable? wouldn’t it have been easier to sit at his desk with his phone leaned against something? and then obvi why the weirdness with the painting? why the empty bedside table? also, why will phil be unavailable to do a live show until the 25th if the aus convention ends the 15th and, by dan’s own words, they’re coming home before going to florida? 

i really think the simplest explanation to all of these things is that his room is being emptied and he didn’t want to show us, they’re in the process of moving some stuff out, maybe all of it, so that they’ll be totally relocated in the coming weeks. i think the notion that he was talking about rearranging his room makes much less sense bc then he would’ve just directly said “lol i’m rearranging my room right now and i need ideas and also that’s why the painting is gone.” there was literally no reason for him to be so weird and unclear about it. that they’ve been house-hunting and packing shit up would also account in large part for their apparent busy schedules and stress over the last few weeks. it would account for why dan has made so many allusions to being tired (rmmbr “i’m so tired … i don’t know why … actually i do know why”?? rmmbr him clarifying at one point that he was “physically” tired??? hmmm.) 

obvi everything is speculation at the end of the day, i could be totally wrong on all of this and dan might just be a crazy person who says random misleading shit for kicks, but i guess overall i’m just a bit confused why the idea that they’re moving is being treated like some sort of outrageous tinhat theory when: 1. there have been so many signs pointing to it 2. it just makes sense for them at this stage of their lives, and 3. they’ve seemingly not tried super hard to hide it either. 

reasons why that whole darn episode was amazing:

  • marlon’s fACE when faith makes a break for it is p r i c e l e s s
  • “she’s like the usain bolt of grandmas.” “who needs a wheelchair?”
  • rob being so upset that the wedding wasn’t perfect and aaron not caring because all that was important to him was that, at the end of it all, robert was his husband
  • i know i’ve said this at least six times now but i cannot even believe they got married in the damn garage they fucked for the first time in
  • also the garage is so much more significant than that? like, that’s where aaron attempted suicide, it’s where he first started to really grow up and be responsible, not to mention that’s where robert made the first attempt at even a friendship, never mind the affair
  • “remind me why i’m marrying you and your massive ego again?”
  • aaron’s little choked up, emotional giggle at the end of the “i wasn’t expecting you to do the whole ‘til death do us part’ thing” i mean the lad honestly sounds like he could cry of happiness at that moment
  • “that’s how it works, idiot” i love how this has just become their pet name
  • i really, really love how they keep coming back to the “but you know” “i know” thing
  • “i never thought i’d have this with anyone. and i never though i’d have it with you.”
  • foreheadkissforeheadkissforeheadkiss
  • all of aaron’s little smiles because aaron dingle’s happiness is my happiness
  • charity ringing the bell i love her like as much as she teases them she loves them
  • ADAM
  • the damn pink confetti
  • diane “break his heart and you’re dead” sugden is my queen
  • the “drink from the welly!” chant
  • cain, who once beat the absolute daylights out of robert, getting annoyed with him when he’s taking too long to do it
  • paddy’s “he does love you. i think anyone can see that.” he’s going to start accepting rob’s presence in aaron’s life
  • also the whole padron scene, i’m so glad they’re slowly fixing them paddy just needs to stop being so wrapped up in his damn self
  • “better go and rescue my husband”
  • just anytime they refer to each other as “husband” i mean really
  • “one’s enough, i like him conscious”
  • the way rob steadies himself on aaron after the welly idk why i like that so much i just do
  • ADELE
  • the way rob grips aaron’s face as he kisses him in front of everyone and doesn’t even care #charactergrowth
  • if you blink, you’ll miss it, but right as the camera pans over before they disappear behind chas as she walks past them you can see rob gently kiss aaron’s neck
  • the way robert presses his face into aaron’s shoulder, his lil smooshed nose, and the way they both light up when they see chas
  • faith calling rob “blondie” does she even know his damn name? anyway if they wanna make rob and faith best friends i’m here for it
  • speaking of robert’s friends, robert has friends!! even if they were just background randoms that he never actually interacted with! but where the f was bob?!
  • how peaceful aaron looks in robert’s arms
  • robert and belle interaction, that made my life
  • robert’s drunk stumble (which is mostly ryan’s post-surgery knee)
  • “oi, have you seen me husband? dead grumpy, but he doesn’t look bad in a suit.”
  • the way reality hits aaron like a freight train at the end of the ep broke my damn heart but was beautifully acted god bless u ryan and danny
  • mr. dingle and mr. sugden
  • robert knowing aaron’s not fine
  • “i don’t wanna leave ya” “i don’t want you to go”
  • aaron apologizing to robert destroyed my heart like yeah thanks i didn’t need that or anything
  • “you’ll come home to me, and we’ll never look back”
  • also, the weird cover of ‘please don’t stop the music’ playing behind them in that scene
  • and of course, that beautiful wide shot of just them in the night with some candles, clinging to each other because they’re the most important things in the world
Ephemeral || 02

(adj) lasting for a very short time

Originally posted by kookielife

pairing: Jimin | reader (with a surprise?)

genre: angst, not too much

word count: 2.1k

summary: six months ago, Park Jimin broke your heart, though getting over him isn’t quite as easy if you’re still in love with him

warnings: none

a/n: I don’t hate any of the people who are portrayed as dislikeable characters in this story! Also sorry that this is kinda short, but I really wanted it to have this ending so yeah :)


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Fifteen minutes into having to sit with Jimin and Irene you felt like ripping out every hair on your head one by one. Jimin hasn’t looked at you even once, but to make up for his loss, Irene went on and on about their relationship, purposely staring you down with every word she said. According to her Jimin was ‘the sweetest guy she’s ever met’, ‘sooo considerate’, ‘showering her with affection and gifts’ and so much more. A part of you wanted to believe that all she rambled about him were pointless lies, but the other, larger part of you believed her and it hurt you more than it should’ve.

As they finally decided to leave, you were about to pass out, Irene having killed the remaining brain cells, that were still there after a night with no sleep. The whole time, you’d stolen glances at Jimin, and you had to admit that he still looked amazing, undoubtedly remaining the most gorgeous guy you’ve ever laid your eyes on. Irene had seen the times you looked at him and started grabbing onto his arm and smiling up at him to ‘mark her territory’. You really couldn’t understand why they even sat down with you guys in the first place but you guessed it was just to bother you.

After they’d exited the coffee shop, you finally felt like you could breathe again. None of your friends wanted to ask you about how you felt, because it could possibly trigger a major breakdown, which wouldn’t be good at all, so you all tried to act like the last twenty minutes didn’t happen. After they left was also when you realized Jungkook’s deathgrip around your shoulders. You let out a sigh and let your head fall back against his shoulder. 

“Everything ok?”, he whispered into your ear and you just lightly nodded eventhough you both knew it wasn’t.

Your self-pitying thoughts were interrupted as Sana started to speak up, her voice loud and cheerful as usual. “So I heard there’s a party at Yugyeom’s dorm tonight and since JK over there is friends with him, I thought we should go.”, she said and drank up the rest of her latte. Yoongi didn’t seem too amused at that idea and groaned, “or you can come over to mine, I still need to finish off some beats.”, he looked at Sana. Yoongi and Namjoon were underground rappers on the side and Yoongi currently worked on some new beats for them, you all knew that it was really important to him. “Aish, but it’s been so long since we’ve gone out, please Yoongs…’, she whined and shot him puppy eyes. 

Jungkook cleared his throat. “Actually I wasn’t planning on going tonight, but I guess I could tell Yugyeom that you guys are gonna show up.”, he uttered awkwardly, which earned a few annoyed sighs. Sana was still trying to get Yoongi to come with her and finally he seemed to give in. That’s another thing about their relationship, every other person in this universe, apart from Hoseok, wouldn’t even stand a chance on changing Yoongis mind about anything, but Sana seemed to work wonders on him. 

“I’m not going either.”, you stated and Sana groaned a disappointed ‘Y/N’, but Jungkook came to your help. “We’ve made plans to hang out today since last sunday, sorry guys”, to which you just gave a convincing nod, eventhough he just told them a straight up lie.


“Since last sunday?”, you asked him with a light chuckle as you left the shop, a few feet behind the others. “I figured you could use a pizza and some company tonight, after… you know.”, he gave you a bunny smile and pushed his bangs out of his eyes. 

You honestly were greatful for a friend like Jeon Jungkook, he always seemed to understand you and knew exactly what you needed when you were down.

“Thanks nochu, I really wouldn’t’ve liked going to that stupid party.”, you sighed and smiled back at him. “I know”, he said and looked around the campus, “I just don’t get it.”, he then stated an a grim tone. You just sent him a questioning look. “I don’t get why Jimin would ask Irene to be his girlfriend.”, he said and you sighed in frustration. “Can we just stop talking about it?”, you pleaded, feeling like all energy was drained from your body. “No just let me finish. He always told me and Tae that he regrets sleeping with her. He also said that he thinks she’s annoying. I’ve never told you this but he really regretted your breakup.”, his voice grew quieter as he spoke and you felt a slight pain creep up in your heart. “It doesn’t matter, not anymore. He couldn’t’ve regretted it that much because he never tried to fix anything between us and now he’s in a relationship with her so he probably doesn’t dislike her as much, does he?”, you let out a humorless laugh and bumped Jungkook slightly. 

“I’m getting over him, so let’s not mention him again alright.”, and he agreed.


As the day carried on you continued to feel down, but still looking forward to your evening with Jungkook, since it’s been a while since the two of you had hung out alone. 

Sana’s been on a constant high since Yoongi agreed to joining their night out and has been distracting you from finishing your essay as she hummed a random song, and that for the past thirty minutes. 

“Hey I don’t want to ruin your mood but it’s kinda hard to focus on this with you singing that stupid song.”, you huffed and she looked up from some kind of mind map she’s been sketching out on a piece of paper. “Sorry Y/N…”, she uttered and paused a little before speaking up again. “You know you can talk to me about it? I know you prefer telling Jungkook but I’ll comfort you too you know? I get that you don’t wanna tell Mina because she’s gonna go full mum-mode again but my point is… I’m here if you need me.”, she sighed and looked at you pleadingly. 

“Honestly, it’s fine. I’m grateful that you care, but there’s nothing to worry about, of course I’m not feeling too great about it but I’ll just suck it up and get over it, that’s what I should’ve done a long ass time ago, and now I feel ready to do exactly that.”, you said and smiled. She seemed happy with your answer and her mood was back to normal. “Ah Y/N, I’m so proud of you! That’s how your mindset should’ve been from the start… or should I say the end?”, she giggled at her own joke and then pointed to your laptop, “You better finish that before Kookie comes here and I’m gonna get dressed for the party. I’m so excited, you don’t even know how long i’ve waited to go out again and Yoongi agreed to come along and I just have a good feeling about tonight, you’ll see!”, she brabbled while leaving the room.


As the evening came around, Mina, Sana and you sat in the living room, you waiting for Jungkook and them waiting for the guys to arrive. Apparently even Namjoon agreed to come with them, neglecting his studying for the night but to be honest he could easily nail the degree at this point. Sana was once again trying to get Mina to talk to Taehyung about her obvious crush on him but she refused like all the other times you’d asked.

When the knock on the door finally came, Sana jumped up and yanked the door open. “Heyy boys!”, she cheered and as she spotted Yoongi, a high pitched squeak escaped her throat. “You look so good baby! I’m so happy!”, she jumped at him and wrapped her arms around his neck. “I can see that”; he muttered but his tone was affectionate. Their little moment ended as Mina pleaded for them to “move their asses and finally leave”. You waved at them and then looked up at Jungkook who was the only remaining boy outside your door. “Come in, I think I’m starving, you guys took long enough!”

He chuckled and threw his jacket over a kitchen stool. “Sorry princess but we took longer because we had to convince Tae that it’s slightly inappropriate to wear all Gucci to a house party.”, and you just had to giggle at that, invisioning an image of Taehyung with all of his Gucci jackets in your head. 

“You order”, you said as you scrolled through your phone, Jungkook just nodded and searched the number of the pizza place online. When he was done you were happy that the pizza was on it’s way but also frustrated that you still had to wait about twenty minutes. “You want something to drink?”, you asked him as you walked over to your kitchen counter. “You have some rum and coke?”, he asked and you came back with a extra large bottle of coke and a full bottle of rum. “Yes sir!”

The pizza finally arrived and you basically ran to the door, quickly payed the delivery guy and skipped back to the couch, where you and Jungkook had been sitting, drinking alcohol, and happily opened the large carton. You let out a satisfied groan as the delicious smell hit your nose, quickly took out a piece and took a huge bite out of it just to groan once again. “This is so good!”, you uttered as Jungkook finally started eating as well. “Yeah I know this pizza place is the best”, he said while heavily chewing down on his piece. “Thanks for coming over Kookie, it means a lot.” He just smiled while watching the TV, “Always.”

Later that night, both of you had drunken a generous amount of rum and coke, maybe some beer too and you were feeling the emotions coming up. It didn’t help that you had ‘The Arctic Monkeys’ playing in the background. “I know how they feel.”, you slurred as you sat, leaning onto Jungkooks shoulder as he had his eyes closed. “What d'ya mean?”, he muttered and cracked on eye open. “You know, they sing about this whole crawling back to someone thing? I do that too. I’ve done that with Jimin six months straight. They’re like ‘maybe I’m to busy being yours to fall for somebody new’, but I’m not even his. Well if he asked me to be, I would. But he wouldn’t ever ask. I’m such a mess.”, you sighed and tried to swallow the lump that has built inside your throat. “You’re a perfect mess though…”, Jungkook said and pulled you into his embrace. “No, this isn’t perfect at all, it’s just a huge pile of shit. I’d probably beg for him, on my knees to just love me back already, but I’m not even sure if he’s capable of love. Anyway, you shouldn’t have to listen to this.”, you tried to calm down again. “I’m so beyond mad at Jimin for doing this to you. He’s just an asshole, I’m his friend but I’m so done with him really.”, you could feel his muscles tensing up and hugged him tightly. “You shouldn’t worry about this, it’s basically over and I’m ready to move past him.”, you concluded and he seemed somewhat satisfied with your answer.

A comfortable silence settled between you two and you just sat and enjoyed each other’s company. You tilted you head up slightly to look at him, and maybe it was the alcohol in your blood or the fact that he just looked extremely good with his hair slightly ruffled and his lips shining from when he licked off the beer he just drank, but suddenly you felt the desire to kiss him. He noticed you staring at him and looked at you with questioning eyes, but eventually started leaning down to you.

Before he met your lips and he stopped and whispered, “Do you really want to do this?”. And all you could reply was, “What if that’s exactly what I wanna do right now?”, and with that you pressed your lips to his.