my not-at-all-universal hot tips for living a crazy joyful gay life
grow up as an over-achiever people-pleaser this is going to lead to some heartache. this is going to keep you in the closet far longer than you’d like. you’re going to do everything you can to mitigate the fact that you’re gay. you’re going to get degrees from great institutions, get accepted to prestigious programs, + generally be a good kid. and yet, it won’t be enough. you’ll still be gay. you will still disappoint people.
but listen. everyone has to work through something(s). this is your lifelong battle. disappointing people will always be difficult, but you’ll get thicker skin. and in the meantime, your achievements will have opened a lot of doors that lead to financial + professional + personal freedom. so march on.
snag yourself a dope woman to make your wife look out for a smart, charming, driven, gorgeous woman in your post-graduate program full of 20-somethings who are both ambitious + politically liberal. if she challenges you, get to know her better. if she makes you laugh everyday, buy her a drink. if she seamlessly transitions from philosophical conversations to taking shots, move in with her, follow her across the country, + marry her.
this is who you want to travel life’s path beside. it’ll be tough (often). but she is who tethers you to this world. she makes you the best you, and you her. there’s no one better to laugh with, fight with, discuss life’s big questions with.
adopt a rescue dog trust me on this. this dog will cause you more headaches in a single week than your entire two years of business school. but 4 years after you adopt her, you will have a son who looks at her like she hung the moon, + every frustration will be worth it. she’s family.
get a job that gives you financial security without eating your soul this is harder than it sounds. it’s going to be a balancing act, + the discussion on “what if?” will linger. financial security provides tremendous relief, but stay focused; there are jobs + people + corporations that will gladly take your entire livelihood in exchange for a check. and your life is too glorious to trade in.
make a family have a baby. decide how + who + when, but go all in. this kid is going to rock your world. he’s going to come out of your wife + you’re going to fall in love with the curves of his ears. you’re not going to sleep a full night in 10 months (and counting), but he’s going to smile his gummy smile + your heart will melt.
it’ll test you, your sanity, + your marriage. everyone will be tired. doors will close. life will fundamentally change. but that dope wife you snagged? you two were meant to bring up a child in this world.
figure out who to give a shit about (+ who not to) this is critical. at your core, you’re still that over-achiever people pleaser. you want approval, + this gives people power over you. be precise about who matters. (spoiler alert: it’s very few people: yourself, your wife, son, a handful of family + friends.) pay attention to them, foster those relationships, show up.
and do not give a shit about anyone else. now, this is an over-generalization, but hone the skill of brushing it off. do not internalize the input or feedback or criticism of people who do not wish you well. of people who are not invested in you. of people who want to invalidate your identity. from colleagues to family members, take back your power.
most importantly, get outside this big world is so beautiful. go make some memories. build community. drink happy hour beers on patios with your wife + kid. go on lots + lots of neighborhood walks with your pup. ride your bike. take road trips. live + love in a big, bold, visible way.
Words: 1.2 k Summary: Smutty relax play with Seokjin. (daddy play just for sex)
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College, college, university, life, part time job. You thought you were going crazy, especially now when you were studying for yet another finals, you were mentally so tired, but you couldn’t stop.
So here you are at your boyfriend’s place, waiting for him to come back from work. You have your laptop in front of you in the living room, doing your part of research for the team-work assignment the professor in the university gave you. Honestly you can’t wait to finally get your degree.
You are so focused you don’t even hear the front door opening and steps nearing to you until you feel Seokjin’s hands slowly wrapping around you from behind.
“Hey, Y/N-ah~” He sing songs, happy to see you waiting here for him.
“Hey hyung~” You answer and can feel his kisses on your nape. The loving overwhelming feel is coming to you, but you have to finish this now, or you never will. “Hyung wait please, I need to finish this. Just a moment.”
“Hmm, really? But I wanted to play with my baby boy now when I’m finally home.” Seokjin answers sneaks one hand under your chin, caressing your jawline.
The pet name makes you shiver.
“Hyung… Jungkook will kill me if I don’t do this.” You lowkey whine at the loss of your boyfriend’s hands on your body.
“Okay, I’ll take a shower, you have ten minutes, no more.” Seokjin sighs and massaging his own neck he walks out of the room. You can hear the smirk in his words.
Sighing you try to ignore your erection while finishing the work.
You were pacing the waiting hall at the airport. You couldn’t recall the last time you were this nervous, but you knew that this is the only moment to sort everything out or else you won’t be able to admit it to him anytime soon.
You knew Joe for more than five years when you met at a birthday party of a girl you both knew. It wasn’t like you immediately connected, but the universe had its way to make you two bump into each other in random situations - you’ve realized that you two know each other’s friends, share similar interests. It took you more than a year to start properly hanging out, but you two grew closer ever since.
You two moved to London from Wiltshire together - he decided to pursue his creative career on YouTube, you got into university and studied public relationships. Even when the life got crazy for both of you, you two completed each other perfectly - he would always help you with creative aspects of your course works, when you were lacking creativity yourself and you would help him sort his PR out, you were basically working for him.
You would hang out with his friends from YouTube and he wasn’t a stranger in your circle of friends from the university. As time flew by you realized that you probably liked Joe just a little bit more than a friend. Yet there was a thing about you two - you were either childish like pulling pranks at each other or laughing your problems away, or you were in a business mode. The deep conversations about life and feelings were very rare - it was when you two were drunk or slightly depressed.
But then in the beginning of the year he had to leave the UK and head to the USA for more than half a year. Even though he asked you to come with him you couldn’t - you had to get a degree. You honestly thought that this is the end - you weren’t the typical best friends and being apart scared you.
Yet when he was away, you soon found out that something changed - he would text you more than usual about how his days were going, he was always concerned about your health when stress and your anxiety were eating you alive, he even asked his best mates to look after you, that’s why you were basically living with Jack Maynard all the time. You conversations were deeper and deeper every time you two chatted o FaceTimed each other. That’s when your feelings became clear to you - this Sugg boy was really taking over your heart.
You hinted your thoughts a few times to him and you were afraid he didn’t feel nowhere near the same as you did. Yet he always would text you sweet nothings back and give you random compliments on a daily basis.
“Seriously, Y/N, can you please calm down? People started staring” Jack said with a cocky smile on his face. He knew what you were about to do and he tried to assure you that everything will be alright.
“But what if he thinks I’m crazy?” you were honestly paranoid. Your friendship really mattered and you didn’t want to fuck everything up.
“What is the worst thing that might happen?” Jack asked when you sat next to him.
“Um, I don’t know, he will start ignoring me or he will be mad and won’t talk to me ever again?”
“Joe is not like that and you know it. Whatever it is, he will talk about it, not hide away.”
You were about to say something when it was announced that his plane just landed and you jumped to your feet again. You began pacing around again and Jack just shook his head and chuckled.
Soon after you saw his face in the sea of other faces and genuinely smiled as you felt your worries drifting away. You were just so happy to see him so you noded to yourself and knew it was now or never. His ocean eyes caught your gaze and happiness was clearly visible in his face. The face you missed so much.
Without any hesitation, you started walking towards him and just as he released the handle of his luggage so he could hug you, you quickly cupped his face, closed your eyes and smashed your lips together. You knew it was a risky move, but in that moment you didn’t care at all - you missed him too much and while he was away your feeling became clear to you. To your surprise, he kissed you back, one hand softly brushing your cheek down to neck while the other found its way to snake up your waist, cause little did you know that he fancied you since day one, just never had enough courage to speak the words out loud.
The sweet moment lasted for another couple of seconds and you pulled away and smiled.
“I missed you” you breathed out, still not opening your eyes. Even though he kissed you back, you still felt quite embarrassed.
“I missed you too, Y/N” his hand rested on your neck. “Open your eyes, cause I missed those as well.”
“Sorry for this spontaneous act” you blushed and your gaze met his.
“I was thinking about doing the same thing, yet I was too scared.”
“Scared of what?”
“Ruining our friendship and losing you.”
“When, while you were away, I thought about it a lot and I realized that I like you more than a friend” you admitted.
“Y/N, if I knew from day one that distance was all you need to sort your feelings out, I would have left you sooner” he chuckled and hugged you tightly.
“Love birds, as much as I love you both, can you be all lovely and stuff once we get breakfast?” Jack, who was standing a few feets away all the time finally interrupted the moment and made us both laugh. Joe released me from his grip and intertwined our fingers. We both smiled and felt our fear of rejection being replaced by love and affection.
Summary: College AU. Your roommate has a trend of letting her boyfriend stay over and you’d rather not deal with listening to anything they do. In your abysmal night, you bump into the Music Composition Major from down the hall.
There were many things your older acquaintances had
warned you about with university life; the crazy dorm-block parties, spiked
drinks, lecturers that really don’t care and the crazy preacher guy who would
definitely harass you on the quad. Despite all these warnings, the one thing
they failed to mention was the inevitable possibility of a ‘monster’ roommate.
You’d learn during your four years of dorm life just
how vast the spectrum of bad roommates was. You heard your fair share stories
from your friends about their experiences - from the Uptight Perfectionist, the
Alien and even the Hoarder - but you being you had never taken them too seriously.
After all, you had been lucky to have pretty decent roommates.
That was until your final year when you were
assigned to dorm with Chae Hyemi.
When you look back on to the first few weeks, you
realised how ideal the situation had been. You and Hyemi had hit it off nicely
with each other, and you were content with the nice array of people who were
dorming on your level. Your RA was friendly, much more relaxed than the others
you had been assigned in the past.
Two months after you had all settled in, Hyemi
introduced to you her boyfriend Sungjin who, like his girlfriend, had appeared
to be pleasant in their short encounters. But pleasantries only lasted for so
long, and you knew that. The niceties of their façade had been shattered no
less than a few hours after you confirmed that it was perfectly okay for Sungjin
to stay over for a night.
Unfortunately, you had misinterpreted the initial
request. ‘Stay over’ meant ‘let my boyfriend and I fuck in the next room’ and ‘a
night’ actually meant ‘once a week’. You could handle the first time however
with each and every stay; the couple grew less and less tolerable. It reached
the point where your entire floor disliked the couple - but no one would say
anything to them. You had reached
breaking point by the break and, to your dismay, Hyemi wasn’t going home to
Daegu for it.
It was a surprisingly cold evening as you walked
back from the campus library, and all you wanted to do was collapse on to your
bed and sleep for a couple of days to recuperate. The dorm block was practically dead, save for
the Fine Art Major from Room 25C who had just left the communal shower and
dashed past you to her room. You sent her a smile in her passing before
continuing down the hall.
You rolled your shoulders and rummaged through your
pockets for your room key, preparing to unlock the door and barrel towards your
bed for a much needed nap when you froze. You let out a frustrated sigh as you
stared at your room’s door, listening to the unnecessary sounds escaping from
the thin walls. “Oh come on…” You groan as you run a hand down angrily through
A part of you wanted to walk in there and disrupt
their ‘fun’ but a much more rational part of you knew that would be a bad idea-
the couple would’ve ignored you and you would have needed to bleach your eyes
the following day.
In your defeat, you turned on your heel and made
your way to the communal lounge. You drop your bag by the worn in couch before
you collapse on to it with a huff, resting your head on the arm rest. You
wrapped your arms around you and attempted to fall asleep.
Time passed slowly as you stared at the ceiling,
waiting for your eyes to shut on their own accord. You had gotten used to this
routine; coming back to the dorm block late only to be greeted by the ungodly
moans and skin slapping from your dorm and thus having to crash on the communal
lounge’s uncomfortable couch.
Just as you felt yourself falling asleep, the sound
of shuffling feet from the corridor woke you up, forcing you to sit somewhat
upright in your place.
“Oh, my bad [Y/N],” a voice mumbled from the
doorway, “didn’t know you were crashing here again. Was I too loud?”
You squinted and, in the dim lighting of the room
you recognised the person. Min Yoongi. “No, you’re good… No one would be as
loud as those two down the hall.” You responded back sheepishly. Yoongi nodded and sent you a sympathetic smile
before making his way towards the kitchen connected to the lounge.
Min Yoongi was one of the few faces of the floor
that you didn’t see often; he was almost never around the campus, never showed
up for the monthly floor movie night and disappeared whenever a party was
raging on. You were surprised he even knew your name. He was quite enigmatic,
and you knew very little about the mint haired male from what his roommate
Namjoon had told people. They were both Music Composition Majors and were known
around campus for their respective mixtapes which you had yet to find on the
dorm block Facebook page. Besides that information, Yoongi remained to be a
mysterious figure in the background.
“What’s the counter at now?”
You snapped out from your train of thought and looked
to the direction of the kitchen, calling out a “Pardon?”
“The whole, y’know, crashing out here while your
roommate gets laid counter… What’s the total at?” Yoongi asked again, appearing
in your line of sight as he leant on the wall. The whir of the microwave sounded
in the background.
“Truthfully…” You began. Yoongi cocked his head to
the left as you continued, “I stopped counting when I hit double digits a few
months ago.” He chuckled softly, shaking his head at your comment. “I’m glad my
misfortune entertains you.” You said with a slight roll of your eyes.
“It doesn’t entertain me, honestly. I just,” Yoongi
paused as he disappeared from your line of sight to retrieve whatever he was
heating up, “I had the same issue last year; only my roommate enjoyed the idea
of a one-night stand every night of the week.”He exited the kitchen and
loitered against the armchair in the lounge, a take-away container from a
nearby Chinese place in his hands. “It’s interesting to see how someone else
deals with it.”
“I see,” you replied as you adjusted your seating
position on the couch. “Since you don’t look like the type who would resort to
the communal lounge, enlighten me. How did you cope for an entire year?”
A smirk flashed across his face briefly as he
reminisced. “I played obnoxiously loud songs to kill the mood.”You laughed,
brief scenes of an annoyed roommate storming into Yoongi’s room as something like
Rick Astley’s ‘Never Gonna Give You Up’ blared in the background.
“I might try that next time, don’t be alarmed if you
here ‘Who’s Your Mama’ coming from my dorm at midnight.” You grinned, earning
another set of laughs from Yoongi.
It fell quiet between the two of you; you weren’t
sure what to say to the person whom you had almost never seen around the
“Um,” Yoongi began, looking up from the floor to
meet your gaze, “Namjoon’s crashing at his parent’s place in Ilsan for the
break… You could stay in our dorm for the night if you didn’t want to stay out
here.” He said, scratching the back of his neck unsurely. “I mean, it’s further
away from the noise and you’d be sleeping on a decent bed.
You pondered for a moment, not before the sound of a
simultaneous moan echoed from your dorm, ultimately proving Yoongi’s point on
the noise. “That’d be great, thank you.”
He shook his head as if to say “Don’t worry about it”
and walked past the couch, grabbing you bag and swinging it over his shoulder.
You shot up from the couch and followed after him, eager to get a much deserved
good night’s sleep.
Ta-da! My first scenario on this blog - I hope you liked it! I’m in loooove with College AUs (AUs in general tbh) and I just felt Suga was what this scenario needed. If you want a request for any boy group member then request it while you’ve got time and while I’m on break.
Baby, New York City: Chapter Four (Biadore) - Boleyn
AN: Hi lovelies! Sorry for the super long wait. Life got crazy! My classes at university picked back up and I donated bone marrow (which was an amazing experience, got to bethematch.org for more information about it!). I’m not totally happy with this chapter, but to make up for the huge delay, it is a good bit longer than my others have been! Thank you so much for waiting and I hope you enjoy!! Oh! And the sketchbook library in this story is a real place in in Williamsburg! xx Boleyn
gordon freeman–are you crazy? have you seen this man? gordon freeman destroys helicopters, goddamn alien hunting machines, goddamn alien god-equivalents, you might as well fight ten bears with sharks strapped to their arms. don’t fight gordon freeman. don’t even look at gordon freeman in a suspicious way. d o n ‘ t.
alyx vance–you could probably fight alyx, but why? she’s funny, she’s kind, she’s badass, she’ll probably persuade you to fight with her. if you did fight her, you’d better be jacked up and prepared, though, because she takes a lot of hits and can punch your lights out with the best of them.
barney calhoun–look, man, barney just wants to look after his friends and help people. the guy was a security guard watching nerdy scientists day in and day out. he’s more likely to crack a joke and a beer with you than fight. that said, he can totally kick your ass.
adrian shephard–do it. fight adrian fucking shephard. you’ll probably lose (the guy’s been through almost as much hell as freeman, you don’t just bend over for people after that) but it’ll be worth it. not for any particular reason. he’d just be the most satisfying to punch.
eli vance–”he’s an old scientist dude with a metal bar for a leg, what could go wrong” you think? unknown to you, there’s a goddamn tiger hidden in that affable man, and he will fuck you up even if you do get him on the ground. you’ll feel bad about it, too.
isaac kleiner–no. just no. he’s just a gentle old scientist. if he were someone’s grandpa, he’d probably give them an allowance and all the fun science shit they’d ever want. and a pet headcrab. seriously, he took a headcrab and somehow made it a viable pet. he wouldn’t even fight back if you took a swing at him. he just wants to do science and pet his headcrab. don’t hurt him. i’m tearing up as i write this.
arne masgnusson–i 100% encourage you to fight arne. he’s a pompous stuffed shirt with no heart. he can still make really fucking cool inventions after you rough him up a bit, okay? give him a reason to feel so grumpy. no one will blame you.
judith mossman: ignore all of your “you can’t hit a lady” instincts and such, you should totally fight mossman. just don’t let down your guard; she’s a survivor and can be surprisingly feisty. watch out for her mean uppercut and sense of entitlement to other people’s fates.
wallace breen: FIGHT HIM JUST FIGHT HIM DO IT NOW DO IT FOR ALL OF US!!!!!!11!
So, last night was poetry. Tonight was poetry accompanied by improvised Jazz!
What a strange night! I found out about this event from last night’s event (like poetry dominoes!!). So me and my friend decide to go and have a look. Poetry, live music, sounds awesome right?
Well, I knew it was going to be interesting when we arrived, pretty much exactly on time (after walking down the creepiest frickin road where none of the buildings had any windows, I mean wth!) and it turns out that the venue is a big warehouse… that looks completely abandoned. I mean, it’s all dark and the windows have sheets hanging in them and you can’t even see the door from the road.
But we did have the right place. The weirdest room I have ever been in… think concrete floors, wires hanging from the ceiling, piles of boxes stacked up in the corners, draped in sheets, and then add in some really old fashioned vintage furniture; sofas, a grand piano, a table of old fashioned telephones (seriously there was about eight of them on this one little table…) and then just some really strange decorations; a creepy mannequin head, a pair of dear antlers, several stuffed crows.
The actual poetry/music was awesome! The music was entirely improvised, to suit the feel of each poem. To be honest, it was absolutely mesmerising and I am kind of in awe of the power some people have over words!
The only thing I kind of regret is that I didn’t know more people there. As I have started going to a couple spoken word/poetry events I have discovered that there is quite an intimate, tight knit community - everyone knows everyone, which is awesome, except if you are on the outside. So, I guess my goal is to traverse my social awkwardness and meet a few of the regulars,talk to people, make some friends. We’ll see haha!
We ended up sneaking out half way through (I am so super tired!!) and now I am curled up in bed, eating chocolate and feeling very cosy! XD
~based off of the song: Slow Down Time By Us The Duo~
Chris Evans x Reader
Request by Anon: “Could you please write an imagine based of the song Slow Down Time by Us the dou where the reader is Robert Downey Jrs daughter but her mom left after the reader was born and she’s apart of the avengers cast and doing an interview on jimmy kimmle and talks about life. Sorry I’m so demanding but if you like this idea please do it!! Thank you! Your writing is amazing btw!“
A/n: Sorry that it sucks. Please request!!! Thank you and enjoy.- Maybie xx
Warning: nothing really but there’s talk of absent Mother(?)
You were on the Jimmy Fallen show with your best friends Sebastian Stan, and Anthony Mackie, your fiance Chris Evans and your new friend Paul Rudd. Jimmy asked the entire team trivia question about each other, then about the movie in general, and finally into how everyone’s life is changed because they said yes to their roll in the Marvel universe.
“So y/n, life must have been crazy for you basically since you were born! If i may ask hows life like with Robert Downey Jr. as your dad?” jimmy laughed
“Yeah, it really was actually. My dad just started his career when my birth mom told him about me. He has always said im his greatest accomplishment simply because i stood by him and didn’t grow up angry and upset with all the stupid shi- i mean crap he did when he was the stupid young single father who’s an actor” you laughed “My dad was a very good father and still is. Granted he is very protective now maybe even more now then when i was 15 but he had his good and bad days”
“You’re gonna make me cry” Mack-attack said holding his heart, everyone laughed and you rolled you eyes shooing him with your hand.
"our life wasn’t always quite like this.” you said to Jimmy. he nodded and motioned you to keep talking as he laid his head on his fist leaving you laughing and trying to think of some good words
"Well to be honest we would kick back and relax basically just hang out and we all thought if was pure bliss, and then all of the sudden things changed and we all got a call from marvel the same day. None of us really knew who elts was asked to join the crew but the way things change is insane, you know?”
“oh totally!” he agreed along with all the boy.
"every moment goes by like lightning. one day Chris and I just could wake up, make food, hold hands, and sleep” you laughed a little along with everyone elts. “The next day we had interviews after interviews and award shows, movie casting, and so much more. which we all know of weird and anxious we all get when we are thrown into an insane amount of crazy” you laughed.
“Trust me i know” Chris said and everyone agreed
“It must a lot for you all mostly you, Y/N, you were a singer/dancer before all this right?” Jimmy asked holding up a picture of you rapping with your group in a skin tight black mesh and leather body suit and short shorts. The crowed whistled and you laughed so hard along with Jimmy, Anthony, Sebastian, and Paul. Chris was blushing but you knew he didnt like it when people payed attention to your body and not your talent so you held his hand.
"That picture was taken on such a hiep day. But honestly all the concerts, dance rehearsals, modeling gigs, and videos is crazy! Along with all the crazy movie stuff, ugh im always so tiered but i cant complain that much since it keeps me looking cute, and my ass great!” Everyone whistled and laughed, one fan yelled “amen” and Chris laughed so hard he did the infamous left boob grab to you which everyone laughed even harder at your face.
"We all know this guy love her ass though. Aint that right?” Seb hit Chris’ chest from behind him and laughed. Again everyone was dying laughing, you were in tears along with jimmy.
"Its true” Chris said still holding your boob and laughing.
"This is fantastic!” Jimmy yelled whipping his eyes “After the break Team Cap and I are going head to head in one hell of an epic dance lipsinc battle.”
“Ahh you know it!” you yelled jumping up and right before the camera cut off for commercial you pointed at jimmy and said “you’re going down!”