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I was tagged by multiple beauties in several different selfie tags, so I just made a collab. 😂 Thank you, @jeonjiah @dimplecoups @kittae and @spellboundsangria for the tag. 

 I tag: @dailydoseofdia @yoongihime @writeiolite @hobikookie @war-of-hormoan @velvethoseok @thules @sonshinejimin @bomnal-bts @jungkookie-png @zelef @emjooni @baekhyeun @aichan11 @crissy-blog-sucks @sweatytears @syugakook @youmakemebacon @sydist

my go-to backpack these days, with my trusty bullet journal and some basic stationery in my muji pencil case (^o^)

Hunk’s Backstory

(this (first part) is based off of some text post I saw and I thought it was cute and it makes sense as to why Hunk loves everyone and is soft and warm)

-Hunk’s mom and dad had been together in college (evidently creating him) but after about a year(a month or two after he was born) his father came out to his mother as gay, and his mother (relieved) came out as gay as well.

-They both agreed it would be easier to just raise him together though instead of fighting for custody, so they live in a house while also not being together.

-At age 5, his Father meets someone and at 6, they get married.

-At age 7 his mother meets someone and at 9 they get married.

-Hunk lives with his 2 mothers and 2 fathers in the same house, growing up happy and warm and safe with his mama and mom and dad and papa.

-His uncle (on his mom’s side) would often come and play with Hunk and had bonded with him.

- Hunk learned mechanics and how to tinker with his Uncle, his Uncle telling him that he would one day be good enough to go into space as the engineer to a pilot.

-His Uncle often told him of stories from when he was an active engineer (he had gotten caught in a work accident that left him unable to work at his old job) and it was always amazing to Hunk about how smart his uncle was, and how he wanted to be just as smart when he grew up.

-Hunk had met Lance when a friend of his Papa’s had introduced their son, Lance, to him.

-At first Hunk was very nervous so he had trouble speaking to him at first, but once they started seeing each other more Hunk started to warm up to him.

-After that they became best friends!

-Hunk and Lance would back each other up whenever the other was getting picked on or in trouble, they were nearly inseparable.

- Lance also knew Hunk’s Uncle, and just how much he meant to Hunk, and even how much he meant to Lance.

-Hunk’s Uncle would often help Lance with his homework, or if he didn’t understand something, Hunk’s Uncle would patiently explain to him out to do it.

-Hunk’s Uncle was much of a roll model to the two boys, a kind, honest man, with a warm presence and a way of calming everyone down with just a small smile.

-Not to mention his way with the ladies(Lance had always admired him, and will always, for this.)

-But at age 12 it had been announced that his uncle has cancer and most likely wouldn’t make it to next year.

-About a half a year later his uncle was sent to the hospital, and Hunk didn’t get to see him as much anymore, and after about a year, his uncle had been pronounced dead.

-Hunk was very…lonely after that. Drawing in on himself, distancing himself from everyone around him. The once glowing presence of Hunk seemed to dim, and grow cold the more time passed.

-That is, until his parents and Lance had come talk to him about his feelings. The emotions he tried to keep welled up inside him came flowing out like an avalanche, sobbing as he tried to hold onto as many of them as he could, holding on as tight as possible.

-After that, Hunk felt that it would be best to just wear his emotions on his sleeve, Lance telling him to always come to him if he needed a friend.

-Once he turned 14, he realized he would be nearing the age that was allowed to join the Garrison, a school that would teach people from 15-21 engineering and piloting/other skills of that nature.

-Hunk had always known he wanted to be an engineer, but what kind? He could never decide on one but his mind always revolved back to his Uncle and how he would tell Hunk he would be good enough to accompany a pilot (Lance would always claim it would be him).

-Hunk never really wanted that, an engineer of course, but on a spaceship? With his sensitive stomach??? I think not.

-But when he…passed away, Hunk had remembered some of the last words his Uncle had told him “Never aim for lower than the best, and never give up. Be kind, be brave, and live the best life you possibly can.”

-Those words would always repeat in his head whenever he felt like giving up, invigorating him and inspiring him to keep pushing.

-Hunk had finally decided that he would aim to be a Pilot’s engineer. Knowing it would take a lot of work but would have a willing pay out.

-Never in his life had Hunk been so into studying and learning how to be a full engineer, memorizing the names for tools and just about every screw, wire, or other thing there was.

-Lance, seeing just how hyped Hunk was, went along with it and started training with him.

-Not for engineering maybe, but piloting. He would learn the names for the different buttons on the console, he would devote himself to learning the controls of all the newest planes and space ships that the scientists and engineers had thought up.

-Hunk, much like his Uncle, would help Lance with his homework and patiently answer his questions and had never once made Lance feel stupid for not quite understanding.

-Hunk and Lance would always talk about their dream school, the Garrison.

-When the time came for them to turn in their slips for the places they wanted to go, it ended up being about a year before they were officially accepted to the Garrison.

So yeah! That’s…about it for now…sorry this kinda hops from one thing to another it’s like…kinda late and I’m tired.

Clean

Wash away the dirt, the grime, the lies, the shit, the sleep from your eyes.
Run your hands down your neck, across your shoulders, down your arms.
Feel every bruise, scratch, bump.
Tell yourself that as you stand under this warm water you are shedding your skin.
Every shower. Every bath. Every sud. Every single bubble.
You are not who you were before you got into this. And when you come out, you are clean.
You’ve washed away your problems, your anger, your words, your blood. It’s gone.
Down the plug hole.

anonymous asked:

Uuuh, 6 - please! Really want to know what you will make with that sentence!

Thank you :D 

Okay, this one got really sad… oops? Don’t worry though, it’ll all be okay. It’s also a bit ridiculous at some point, but yeah IT’S FAN-FICTION. I CAN DO WHAT I WANT :D. (also, sorry if this fic is kinda ooc, i just really wanted to write this) 

Warnings: Mention of abuse. 

6. “Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”


S I M O N

I walk though the hallways of Watford campus. I feel slightly light-headed after a night out with Agatha. She likes parties and I kinda like her, so that’s that. 

I have no clue how late it is when I walk into my shared dorm room. I look over at Baz’s bed, but I don’t see my roommate there. I wonder if he’s out as well. He doesn’t occur to me like someone who would like to party, but who knows. Maybe the fact that he’s quiet and mysterious doesn’t mean he’s not up for partying. I shrug to myself. 

I sit down on the edge of my own bed, bending down to remove my shoes, when I feel something. Or rather someone. 

I look behind me and see Baz asleep in my bed. Not just that. The duvet is not fully covering him and I can see the side of his right butt-cheek peeking out. I jump up from my bed, gasping.

Baz is naked asleep in my bed. 

I stare at him. He’s lying on his stomach, his face hidden, his arms around my pillow. I look over at his bed. Should I sleep in his now? 

I look back at Baz and trace my eyes over his exposed skin. I should wake him up. If I don’t he might move in his sleep and then he might not be covered up anymore. 

“Uh. Baz?” My voice is loud and clear in the quiet room, though my head feels drowsy. I hear a soft groan coming from Baz.

“Baz? Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?” I ask him. He’s awake now. He looks up, sleep drunk but clearly shocked as well. I watch him sitting up, his body moving in an odd way, as if he’s struggling. The duvet falls of his chest, luckily it still covers the parts that need be covered. I take a better look at him and gasp. His face, his chest, they’re covered in bruises. 

Baz stares at me, eyes wide and gleaming. Panic shows in his face and I can see his chest rising and falling quickly. 

“Baz?” I choke out.  

He starts to cry. 


B A Z

I look at Simon and I realize what’s happening. I realize what I have done. 

I try hard to push down the memories from earlier that night. The fear of being weak an powerless. They outnumbered me, which wasn’t hard since I was lone. They punched me to the ground. 

Simon watches me with a pained expression and I feel the tears running down my face. He wasn’t supposed to find me like this. This wasn’t supposed to happen. 

I remember coming here earlier this night, limping and bleeding. I remember not being able to think straight. I remember feeling gross. I remember the hot water of the shower too hot on my skin. After the shower I hadn’t put on any new clothes. Any moment make me feel short of pain through my body. I had just stumbled into bed, crying. 

But I went into the wrong bed. I hadn’t been thinking. Or maybe I had. I had wanted comfort. I had wanted safety. The only place that had felt safe was Simon Snow. Simon, my roommate who I’m afraid to talk to. He’s so out there and I’m so in here, but I loved him for it. Love. I had hugged his pillow, breathing in the scent, whilst I had cried. 

And now I’m crying again. Simon here with me. 


S I M O N

“What happened?” It comes out like breath. 

Baz doesn’t answer, he just goes over into serious sobs and I have no idea what to do. How did these bruises appear on his body. A body that is usually full of grace, but now it looks broken and weak. 

“Baz, please, can you tell me what happened?” I ask him, my voice cracking. Baz just shakes his head and I step closer to him. His sobs break my heart. 

“Baz?”

Then Baz lifts his hand and takes hold of the sleeve of my shirt. I tugs on it. I sit down on the edge of the bed, facing Baz. I try to ignore the fact that he’s completely naked under the duvet. My duvet. 

“Baz? Did someone do this to you?” No answer. “Baz who did this?” He stays quiet, whilst the tears keep coming. 

“Can you take off you clothes?” He suddenly asks me, his voice sounding broken and raw. 

“What?” 

Baz looks down at his hand, still holding my sleeve. “It’s intimidating. I feel too exposed compared to you. Can you please take off your clothes?”

I give him a shocked look. “You can just put on some clothes?”

He starts sobbing again and I feel bad, though I don’t know what I did wrong. 

“I’m sorry, I think I’m going crazy. It’s just, I can’t put on clothes,” he tells me. “It’ll hurt…” 

I nod. I think for a moment and I nod again. Alright. We’re doing this. 

“Okay, but don’t look at me, when I’m naked I mean.”

“I don’t want to,” he says. “But will you… Will you hold me?” His voice is so soft that I can barely hear him. Though the words strike me; one by one. I can hear the shame he feels when asking me. 

“Hold you?”

He nods choking on a sob. I can’t stand the sight of him; smashed into pieces. I realize that I want to hold him. I want to make him whole again. 

I sigh, “Okay then. But… Can you look away as I dress down?” 

“Yes,” he says and he just simply closes his eyes. 

I start taking off my clothes. This is ridiculous. This is absurd. Still, I go through with it. All I care about in this moment is making Baz feel safe and at peace again. 

“Baz, don’t open you’re eyes yet,” I warn him, “but can you just, uh, scoot over?” 

He does as I ask and I lift the duvet, not looking down at his body. I get into his bed, feeling the warmth of him tingling on my bare skin. We are facing each other, his eyes are still closed but I can feel his breath spread out over my face. 

“You can open your eyes now,” I whisper. 


B A Z 

I open my eyes and look into Simon’s startling blue eyes. He’s here, he’s really here to comfort me. I want to cry again. 

I bring my hand up to his face and brush his cheek. “Will you hold me now?” 

We shift awkwardly into a proper position where Simon’s arms are around my middle and my head is on the curve of his shoulder and his chest. At some point sensitive parts touch and we both freeze. I shortly realize what exactly it is we’re doing and I almost freak out, but Simon holds me and I feel safe. 

“Thank you, Simon,” I tell him.

“It’s okay,” he whispers. 

“Sorry if this is uncomfortable for you.”

“Is it uncomfortable for you?” He asks me.

“No.” All I feel is safety and I start to cry. I cry because I’m relieved I have Simon to hold me now, something I’d never even dreamed of. I cry because my body aches and life isn’t fair. I cry because it’s just all too much. 

But he’s holding me and it’s okay for now, so I let it all go, knowing he’s here to comfort me. 

i-is-mostly-friendly  asked:

Post 10 facts about yourself and pass it on to 10 faves 💙

I am literally the most boring person u will ever meet I am crying these facts are cRAP

  1. I honestly always get mistaken for being in uni, even my family asks me how it is because they forget like ???
  2. Once I pretended I was blind, and people were raising money for me and shit I also got into A LOT of trouble
  3. I get approached by young guys like in their 20s a fair bit, and they’re literally the weirdest conversations ever like some guy bought me a book and said it’s his favourite yet it was a book for 3 years olds UHM
  4. I work out a lot - my only hobby tbh
  5. Idk what I want to do with my life, but I think law is gonna be the path for me - my mum is literally so hyper for me to do it as well it’s a bit weird
  6. The only instrument I can play is the flute and I literally cried when I found out Doyoung can play it too bc wow, he was my first bias and the feels just hit me
  7. I used to have this psychologist who was an absolute douche bag and I hated his guts and when I left, they sent me a review pack and told them how shit he was and made me feel worse and I found out recently that he’s been fired and lives in the forest lmao I shouldn’t be crying but I am
  8. I’m so fucking tall like, everyone knows this, but I seriously am so tall. I once wore heels to a concert and it was the worst fucking decision of my life
  9. I once got chased home by an Indian woman and my mum now his to pick me up, even though it happened 3 years ago, because the woman still waits at the door and looks at me LMAODHJSVDJD
  10. Once I travelled to France alone and on the plane i sat next to this weird Danish guy and I was making up an imaginary life and said i was a zoologist and shit and he believed me can u tell I’m a good liar lmao

TYSM FOR SENDING THIS TO ME IM BLESSED (ill send it to ppl tomorrow)

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These two have been sitting on my desktop for a long time being very close to being done. I’ve been working on quite a few black and white commissions lately (and other series of black and white pieces c;)  and so I wanted to do something with color and these were a good quick fix and I got to feel like i finished something o-o. 

Anyway. As usual I am still toying with them but I like where they are for the time being. I’ve always found that both of these cards always mean different things than I thought they did, so I wanted to try to design them in a way that made sense to me (in the context of all the other cards so far, of course). 

Thirteen down, nine to go! 

Prior Tarot Cards Posts:  The Fool and The Magician, The Empress, Emperor, High Priestess, and Hierophant, The Lovers and The Chariot, Strength and the Hermit The Wheel of Fortune

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AU where Beca Mitchell is a bad-ass music producer who spends her times getting drunk, hooking up, and avoiding all emotional contact, and where Chloe is just a girl at a bar who makes Beca question everything


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