He shows understanding
and nature to continue behavior. It is unsettling to know that he continues to
emphasize the government and their interest in his abilities. Further
questioning has helped me realize that his wish to expose the confidential
documents could be something of a Robin Hood persona. He seems to believe that
by revealing this, that he is helping the citizens and does not care that he is
breaking the law.
You took a large breath and looked over your daily notes.
Each hour session with Yoongi had ended the same way, with him sitting back on
the couch and closing his eyes. You would tell him about some part of his past
and he would completely clam up. There was a part of you that thought about how
undermining him might work, but now you were becoming discouraged. Usually
within a week, there was noticeable difference. There was remorse, there was
some form of desire to change, but for Yoongi there was nothing. You scrolled
through your phone and came up on the name you hated. But you found yourself
pressing the button.
A few rings passed and then suddenly a voice rang through
the other line. Y/N? What is it that you
need? You rolled your eyes.
Mother. You know most
children call their parents when they just wish to speak, I don’t always need
something from you. You responded rather coldly, but it didn’t throw your
You’re not like most
children, just like I am not like most parents. So what do you need? She
asked and you squeezed your phone in frustration.
I have a patient that
is rather difficult. Would you mind if I look into your logs to see how you
handle patients with Robin Hood-like personalities? You asked in your most
medical and professional voice. You heard a silence from your mother, than a
Fine. You know the
passwords. And a click of the phone being hung up. You sighed. Your mother
was both the bane of your existence and the person that truly shaped you.
Logging into her account, you searched the necessary routes. However, something
caught your eye.
That can’t be right. You
opened the file and everything in your mind went completely blank. Reading
document after document, you found yourself at a loss for words. Printing out
the file and making a cup of tea, you tried to comprehend everything that was
in front of you.
Monday rolled around faster than usual. The weekend seemed
too short and your second week in the house was more comfortable. The policemen
were friendlier, the procedures of metal detectors and scans were manageable,
and your schedule of meeting with the guys was down pat. However, you were met
off the bat with an obstacle.
Y/N? Everyone was
used to calling you by your first name, and you recognized Jimin’s voice.
Yea? Where’s Yoongi?
He’s first for sessions today. You said as you looked at your planner. But
Jimin continued to stand there until you looked up. When you did, you saw a bruise
on the side of his face. What the hell?
What happened? It wasn’t one of the guards? You had become rather
protective of the guys within the week, but each other policemen had beef with
one of the inmates. Jimin shook his head.
I tried to wake up
Yoongi. Jimin replied and scratched the back of his neck. You rolled your
eyes and gave Jimin an apologetic gaze.
I’m sorry he did that.
Why don’t you start the sessions today and Yoongi can go last? You asked
Jimin and got a small smile out of the younger inmate. Jimin had been making
amazing strides in the week. You were able to pinpoint his anger and triggered
behaviors which helped him in avoiding those circumstances. Going through the
sessions, you spent most of the day speaking to the guys calmly, however
halfway through Tae’s hour, a slam on the door and ruckus could be heard on the
opposite side of the door.
My session was
skipped, assholes. Let me go! You heard Yoongi scream as the click of metal
cuffs could be heard. You sprang up from your seat and walked to the door,
opening to find three officers holding Yoongi down on the floor. Yoongi looked
up at you from his forced position. WHAT
THE HELL, Y/N?!
Hey, don’t speak to
her that way! The policeman, Thomas, who usually guarded your office said
before raising his hand at Yoongi.
STOP THAT! You
shrieked. Thomas stopped his motion and both him and Yoongi looked at you. You
glared at both of them. I will not
condone that type of behavior. That is fear mongering and it does not work.
Thomas, change posts for the day. You looked at Yoongi. Now for you, you beat Jimin for the sole
purpose of not wanting to wake up. I don’t condone that behavior either, so you
will wait like a child until the last session for today. Uncuff him and allow
him to sit right here. You pointed to the chair that sat next to the door
of your office. You know you’re a grown
man, right? You turned on your heels before Yoongi could respond and closed
the office door. Tae clapped his hands as you made your way back to your seat.
Well done, Y/N, well
done. He mockingly knelt and praised you. Rolling your eyes, you pursed
I would not mock my
psychiatrist, Taehyung. You tsked and Tae smiled widely.
So where were we? He
asked and the two of you continued your session.
Soon it was the last session and Yoongi walked into the
room, still rubbing his wrists, you gave him a look of concern.
They didn’t hurt you
too much right? You asked and he scoffed at you.
Why the fuck would you
care? He spat and you sat back in your seat.
Ah, so playing the
tough guy. Fine. You diverted your gaze to the notepad and began writing
senseless words. Yoongi sat on the couch and craned his neck.
You sure do have a lot
to write about a simple question. He mentioned and you looked up. The plan
You care way too much
what people think about you. You stated and he rolled his eyes. His aloof
expression would tell people otherwise, but you saw right through him. Can I tell you a story? You asked and
Yoongi shrugged his shoulders in disinterest, but from the red color of his
ears, you knew you had his attention.
My mother is an
amazing psychiatrist, one of the best in the world. She has been published a
million times, literally. And I, as her daughter, am always compared. My mother
used me for studies like a lab rat. She studied my ability to comprehend
emotion, understand the human mind, even blindfolded me and set me off in a
maze like a legitimate lab animal. You began telling Yoongi your life’s
story and watched him slowly turn towards you. I hated every second of my childhood because I could never live up to
the expectations of others and I became engrossed in making others happy. My
father wasn’t in the picture, so I leaned on my mother to nurture me, but she
isn’t like that. Now you might scoff at me and say that I fed right into her
plan because look at me. I’m a psychiatrist. I study the human mind and try to
comprehend a way to make it mend with society. I’m doing exactly what she
wanted of me. But I didn’t become a psychiatrist because she wanted me to, I
became a psychiatrist because it was all I ever knew. And then you say a
dawn of realization on Yoongi’s face. My
mother works for the government and because of that, I have connections to
certain databases. Your father is a top government official. Why don’t we talk
my favorite year so far, art-wise! i was surprised that there were a lot of favorites to pick from for each month this year.. it felt nice to be happy with my art, finally!!
2016 gave me a lot of artistic endeavors that i was so lucky to be able to experience. i’ve explored, learned, and achieved so much. i burned out a bit during oct~dec since it’s been a very VERY busy year, almost to the point that it’s overwhelming but it was fun so i don’t mind!!
i’m so thankful for all the work and the projects i got to partake in this year… it was all my first time to do such things and it was so amazing!! being given the opportunity to work with so many great artists and befriend some them has made it even more enjoyable. i thank all my followers too, old and new, for your continuous support ♡
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thank you for such a splendid art year!!! i look forward to spending 2017 with you all!
Shadowhuners ficlet. Un-betaed. This can be read as either romantic Jalec or
platonic Jace&Alec. Pre-series.
Lightood is not a light sleeper.
He’s not a
particularly heavy sleeper either,
but he’s being trained to fight demonic creatures as a Shadowhunter, and more
importantly, as the oldest Lightwood child, he’s expected to command the New
York Institute someday.
to those parameters, Alec sleeps like a truly heavy log, probably from an
ancient giant sequoia.
his mother’s disappointed look seems to imply whenever she has to rest her hand
on his shoulder and softly call his name to rouse him. What if I had been the enemy instead? You should have been able to
perceive my approach much sooner, preferably before I even entered the room. She
doesn’t have to say those things aloud anymore. He knows.
wonders if the fact that she no longer bothers to scold him for it means she
already sees him as a hopeless cause. He fervently hopes that’s not the case.
There is still time for him to improve, isn’t there?
time. He’s already thirteen years old. But maybe… just enough time?
im ending this discourse right now bc harry and louis have a farm w/dogs and cats and cows and pigs and goats and chickens and horses and sheep and u literally can’t prove otherwise so there u go they’re animal ppl </discourse>
Summary: Not your typical flower shop AU. Members: Chanyeol x Reader (Babydoll) Type: Action, Fluff, Angst Length: 2,083 words
Wow, I can’t believe this is actually the last part : ( I always pictured writing a follow up series about their daughter, but obviously I left the blog so that won’t be happening. We can always imagine it though : ) Thank you all for being incredibly patient and staying with me, I know it has not been easy but I’m glad that we embarked on this journey together. I hope you all stay happy, healthy, and just know that I’m ALWAYS available on mymain account. You can also always ask for me on EXOBTS. I honestly have hard feelings about leaving, I didn’t want to but I wanted to at the same time. It’s one of those situations where the hardest decisions are truly the best for you, and I believe that was this case. I unfortunately grew to hate writing and ultimately fell out of love with EXO and BTS - To be honest, I still don’t stan them all this much to this day : ( I guess writing twice a day, 6 times a week wasn’t for me, over time it really catches up to you and I hope you guys can understand that I simply needed a permanent break. Something that will however, never change, is my love for you guys and our relationship. I really, truly, will miss our little warriors!! you guys truly made logging on everyday worth it, and I wish you all the best of luck. I hope you will all remember Audrey and I because we truly tried our best for you, I really hope that you understand that I honestly did everything that I could until I couldn’t anymore. I’m sure the new admins will be great! Lots of Love < 3
P.S. I will stick around for a few more days before I really get cut off from the blog to answer some asks and things about PIC : )
You could feel the throbbing deep inside your skull, the sandpaper taste of your dry mouth, the sore flashes of pain coming from your shoulder. Your fingers could feel the smoothness of the sheets your body was enveloped in, but when you attempted to flinch and crack them, they resisted your touch. You wanted to move your body in any which way, however it seemed impossible. Your limbs felt like they were going through thick honey and your flesh weighed tons which resulted in you to finally give up on attempting to move, your chest heaving due to your weak conditions.
All the effort that you put forth in order to move suddenly made your body realize how exhausted it had become. Your brain was shot and it couldn’t remember much of anything, all you saw was darkness so you merely rested your head back once more and drifted off to sleep.
I’m Cross Gene’s “Wild Chic Gene.” This image is truly putting in a log
of energy, for example my dance is very energetic, also, my body is
very muscular, so with that in mind I also have the “wild” part.