unless of course it was by choice

lifeandthoughtsandtravel  asked:

I know that you are a reptile tumblr but I was wondering if you knew if it were healthy for dogs to be vegans? I'm just curious because of some vegans that have animals and they make them vegans... is it harmful towards the animal or is it completely safe? thank you :)

It’s an absolutely horrible idea. Dogs cannot be vegans and thrive. They’re not vegetarians and they’re not even really omnivores in the same way we are- while dogs will eat everything we do (and more), feeding them a vegan diet is terrible for their health. A lot of vegans who make this decision will blather on about supplements in the vegan food or about how you can make artificial amino acids or how dogs can survive on it so therefore it’s safe, but dogs can also survive eating Ol’ Roy, the worst dog food in the world. Surviving isn’t the same thing as thriving! A dog’s biological structure means that eating plants and only plants isn’t going to work well in the long run- so let’s look at some of the reasons why dogs need to be fed a diet based in animal protein. 

1. The canine digestive tract is not good at digesting plant matter.

Plant matter is really tough to break down! Meat, on the other hand, digests quickly. Carnivores and herbivores have differently structured digestive tracts that work with their diets. Let’s look at a rabbit’s digestive tract and a dog’s.

See how a rabbit has a functional cecum, while the dog’s is just a little snub of a thing? The cecum is an organ that plays a really important role in non-ruminant herbivore digestion. It’s a large pouch where cellulose and tough fibers in plant-based food get broken down. Dogs, like humans, don’t have one that’s functional for digestion. 

In addition, herbivores like rabbits have very long, complicated digestive tracts. Their food sits in there and breaks down over a long period of time. An average adult rabbit (with a body of about 40 centimeters long, we’re not talking the giant breeds or the dwarf breeds here) has about three meters of small intestine. In American units, that’s a 15 inch animal with almost 10 feet of intestines. A dog, on the other hand, has a small intestine that’s about two and a half times the length of its body- so for instance, a dog that’s two feet long would have about five feet of small intestine. There’s neither enough time nor space in the canine alimentary canal for dogs to fully extract the nutrients they need to survive. 

2. Dog drool doesn’t have amylase.

Amylase an enzyme that converts plant starch and glycogen into simple sugars. Herbivores and omnivores typically have amylase in the saliva, which starts to break down those starches immediately. This means by the time the starches hit the intestine, they’ve already started to convert into something that’s actually useful. Dogs, however, only produce it in the pancreas. There’s no salivary amylase in dogs or any other carnivore. This means that digesting plants and converting their energy into something that’s actually useful is really inefficient for dogs; they can only get something like half of the energy and nutrients they’d get from a comparable amount of meat. It also means that to digest plant material, dogs’ pancreases have to go into overtime to make enough amylase, which can lead to severe pancreatic strain.

3. Dogs can’t digest cellulose.

While the dog pancreas makes amylase, something it doesn’t make is cellulase. Granted, herbivores don’t make it either- in fact, very few animals do. Termites are one of the only animals that make their own cellulase. Herbivore digestive tracts have a reservoir of symbiotic bacteria that produce plenty of cellulase. We’ve actually talked about it- it’s what goes on in the cecum! The bacteria in carnivore ceca, however, is linked to the lymphatic system, not the digestive system. 

There’s also the issue of their teeth not being adapted for a plant-based diet or even the way they eat being good at taking in plants- but the same is true for anything that’s not animal carcasses, including kibble and wet dog food. That’s just evidence that defines them as opportunistic carnivores; what makes a vegan diet so bad for dogs is their digestive biology.

There is one exception to this rule, and that is when a vet prescribes a vegan diet for an animal with significant food allergies or other dietary issues. This is not something vets do unless it’s the best course of treatment for the animal. 

Veganism isn’t the same thing as being an herbivore. Herbivores don’t have a choice; their bodies aren’t built for eating meat. While they might take in animal protein on occasion (deer, for instance, will eat birds sometimes), their teeth, their digestive systems, and their metabolisms all work together to make eating plants the best way for them to survive. A rabbit’s not a vegan- it’s an herbivore. Only humans can be vegans. To be a vegan is to make a choice; it’s to evaluate your place in the world around you and to renegotiate your relationship with all sorts of things- your own body, the food industry, the people around you, and of course the animals you don’t eat. Responsible vegans understand that humans can thrive on an all-vegetable diet; they know that we evolved to be really, really flexible when it comes to the source of our nutrition. While humans are biologically omnivores, we can make that choice.

A dog can’t, and it’s not humanity’s place to force that on them. There are some pets that thrive on an all-vegetable diet. Rabbits, tortoises, finches, hamsters, snails- but not dogs. 

If you’d like more information, this is a fantastic write-up, complete with sources! This is a good, short article written by a vet. This is a blog post that talks about some of the other nutritional deficiencies, particularly involving D3. This is another great writeup with diagrams!

7 Things INFPs Should Stop Doing if They Want to be Successful

A lot of things determine how successful you’ll be: the career you choose to pursue; the company you keep; the things you love doing; whether you possess a burning desire to prove other people wrong. There’s no one-size-fits-all prescription. This is good, because we all define success in different ways.

For idealistic INFPs, success often means having the freedom to live a moral, beautiful, and virtuous life. Success in the conventional sense (power, prestige, money) doesn’t matter as much as pursuing your passions, expressing yourself creatively, and growing without restraint.

Unfortunately for INFPs, these idealist qualities can be difficult to manage in the real world. The career fields you are naturally suited for (the arts, counseling, education) aren’t always respected, and others may not understand the “higher goals” you seek to achieve. In work and in life, you are acutely aware that others are judging you against standards that clash with your value system, which cheapens the experience for you. Even if you are objectively successful, you might not feel it because success, for an INFP, feels like an all-or-nothing event. You are notoriously hard on yourself for not always living up to the standards you promote.

So how can INFPs feel successful and satisfied with their careers and lives? The answer lies in doing less, not more. Here are seven recommendations which could help you lead an authentically successful life, whatever your goals.

1: Stop living according to the expectations of other people

If you want to shape and live your own successful life, you will always end up disappointing someone. Parents, partners, bosses, colleagues, friends - at some point, they will all tell you to knuckle down, get a secure job, go for the promotion, or go for some other outcome that doesn’t feel right to you. Trying to meet other people’s expectations is a sure-fire way to get drained, disconnected, and lost in the crowd. INFPs experience success by focusing on their own ideals, not by becoming something they’re not.

It’s horrible to disappoint others, especially if you are wary of conflict. But remember, it is simply not in your nature to conform. You will always be much happier being true to yourself. Dare to stop living according to other people’s expectations and start living it your way instead.

2: Stop going wide (go deep)

Being successful in life has a lot to do with clarifying what really matters to you and giving those priorities the time they deserve. You have to focus, otherwise there’s a risk you will get distracted by multiple endeavors. INFPs in particular have a tendency towards the dilettante, always trying new things and getting restless easily.

While it’s great to leave the door open to new possibilities, it’s equally important to narrow the focus onto the one or two areas that you really care about. Successful people don’t experience specializing as a restriction, but as a permission to go into the depths of a goal. Whether you have a business idea, an interesting hobby, or a potential relationship that you’d like to nurture, if you are completely dedicated to it, you stand a better chance of being successful than if your attention is scattered over several playing fields.

3: Stop waiting for the perfect moment

Waiting around for the perfect timing to go after your goals is counterproductive and hostile to your success. That’s because holding out for a stars-aligning “perfect moment” is a type of procrastination; it’s a stall. As Neil Gaiman once said, “If you only write when you’re inspired you may be a fairly decent poet, but you’ll never be a novelist because you’re going to have to make your word count today and those words aren’t going to wait for you whether you’re inspired or not.” That piece of advice applies to anything. A bad job won’t get better just because you wait around for a new boss to take over. A bad relationship won’t turn into a great relationship just because you tolerate your partner’s inadequacies, giving the relationship more effort than it possibly deserves.

Procrastination is an untamed beast that rages wildly in INFPs, but the fact is, you’re going to have to work for your success. Why wait to start that journey? For tips and insights on dealing with procrastination, check out the Ted Talk from master procrastinator Tim Urban.

4: Stop believing in miracles

Believing in fate or miracles is really the desire to sweeten one of life’s bitterest lessons: that if we want something to happen, we’re going to wake up every day with purpose and make it happen. Success overnight is a myth. It involves a lot of hard work and effort.

Rare talent and extreme giftedness does not spare you from this unpalatable truth. Even Mozart went through years of rigorous, tedious practice before he became a master musician. If you want to be successful, you’re going to have to take the game of success seriously. You’ll have to go all-in at 100 percent.

5: Stop trying to control so much

Some things in your life you can control. Most of it, you can’t. That’s a difficult message for an idealist INFP to handle, since you feel compelled to make the world a better place. There’s a tendency to believe that you raise other people to your own high standards or control certain situations that simply cannot be influenced. And the frustrating thing is, you feel safe when you are in control and utterly exhausted when you are not. That sets you up for disappointment, because control does not really exist, except perhaps in the mind.

If, like many INFPs, you have a tendency to behave like a backseat driver, you probably need to work on balancing your high ideals with the realities of everyday life. You can certainly control your own independent destiny, but you can’t control people or the minutiae of situations for your own sense of safety and worth. Without resolving this conflict, you will never feel happy or successful, and you may become paralyzed and confused about what to do with your life.

6: Stop giving all your time to people who will not take you further

Motivational speaker Jim Rohn famously said that we are the average of the five people we spend the most time with. No matter how much you try to live life your own way, sooner or later, the people with whom you spend most of the time contribute to what you become.

For idealistic and value-driven INFPs, this presents a major problem. You tend to choose your friends carefully, looking for people whose values are very similar to your own. Like-minded people can certainly offer wise counsel and make you feel safe, but can you learn from people who share your views, opinions, and values? Will these people challenge your decisions or push you out of your comfort zone?

What you really need, is a connection with people with different perspectives whose ideas rub up against your own. These people can pressure-test your choices and nudge you off the path of least resistance towards a place where you where you can learn, grow and make a bigger difference.

7: Stop mistrusting your instinct

As an INFP, you instinctively know when something you’re doing feels wrong. You may not know why something is off in your life, but you definitely know that it is. This level of self-awareness is the reason why you learn so quickly, and why you are so open-minded and flexible in all aspects of your life. It’s also the reason why you feel so out of place when ploughing a path that wasn’t made for you.

The only thing that separates a successful INFP from a less-successful INFP, is that the first person figured out when she was flogging a dead horse and trusted her gut instincts enough to try something else - even if the change seemed unfamiliar and crazy. When INFPs take action, they know immediately if their instinct was right. Your intuition is a strength that can often lead to better consequences, so give it the respect it deserves.

Final Thoughts

If your life isn’t as successful as you’d like it to be right now, there’s always an alternative. You can always choose to do something else. For INFPs, that usually means living in congruence with your values. Of all the types, you have the strongest need to act authentically and will never be happy unless you are true to yourself.

Of course, there’s always the possibility that your options are discouraging - at certain points, we all face moving from one set of problems to a different set of problems, none of which are particularly exhilarating. But the fact remains, you have a choice. If you stop believing that you have a choice, you automatically become a victim and feel helpless. INFPs in particular have to be careful that their idealism does not turn against them. If it does, you will never achieve goals or make changes for fear that you will never find the “perfect” career, lifestyle, creative endeavor, or person.

Ultimately, success for INFPs depends on you finding ways to honor your deeply held values while managing the constraints of everyday life. Accepting that life is full of shortcomings and compromises is difficult when you hold such lofty ideals, but it will help you to feel more effective and fulfilled. You have plenty of success qualities - self-awareness, intuition, empathy, adaptability, curiosity, open-mindedness - how you choose to apply them, is up to you.

anonymous asked:

So I'm writing about a powerful villain who has/ is developing a soft spot for the "hero's" abused child, but I'm in a rut. Would you be able to help me with some prompts? Thanks so much!

1) “You don’t have to fight me.” 
The kid looked utterly petrified at the very sight of them, hands shaking visibly. “I do -”
“-Why? Because it’s heroic?” The villain circled the teenager, eyes narrowed. The kid moved to attack - almost instinctively at the seeming reminder that they should be doing so. The villain pounced, steadying them.  Continuing. “Because you think it will make your parents proud?”
The kid swallowed and ah, there it was. Their wrists jerked against the grip. 
“No good parent would ever encourage their child to start a fight that they have no chance of winning.” 


2) “…what are you doing here?” The villain froze at the sight of the child, shivering on their doorstep in the middle of the night. They held up a hand to halt their security. The villain’s eyes narrowed. They made a living cataloguing weaknesses, anything they could use to win. “You’re hurt.”
“It’s training.”
“Training-” their brain went white hot with rage. They released a breath. “Get in.”


3) “You can’t be here,” the kid hissed. “You have to go, please-”
“Shh.” They dipped onto their knees to make a less threatening figure of themselves. “Easy, easy. It’s not for you to worry about.”
It was a trap. Of course it was a trap - child who cried wolf. They were probably the one who’d taught the hero that sentimentality was a liability in the first place. The hero knew perfectly well that they’d come when this stupid, goddamn kid was scared. Just as the villain knew what it would cost to do so.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t want to - I-” 
“-I know. It’s alright. You do what you have to do, yeah? And I make my own choices. You’ve done great. Your parents are going to be so proud.” 
“Are you?”
Ah, crap. “Anyone who can beat me should be very impressed with themselves.” And if it was more a matter of them letting themselves be beaten, well, the kid needed it.


4) “You kidnapped me.”
“Course I did, it’s your birthday. No fun unless I ruin it.”
“Dad didn’t remember.”
Yeah, they were well aware of that fact. 


5) “To my knowledge,” the villain said softly, as they examined their supposed hostage. “The only time people aren’t scared of me is if they’ve come across worse. And…honestly I didn’t think there was much worse than me in this city. Curious, don’t you think?”
 The teenager’s eyes flickered, jaw clenched. “Are you going to kill me?”
“The look on your face suggests you’re asking me to.”
They were missing something here - it was maddening. Ignorance tended to lead to losing. Then they saw the way the child flinched every time it seemed someone else was approaching the room and it clicked. For a second, the villain could barely think through the sudden chill. “…what do you think your parents are going to say about you getting yourself caught by the enemy?” They kept their voice light. “I’d be pretty irritated having to haul some liability of a brat out of trouble.”
The teenager flinched. 
Bingo. It just didn’t feel all too much like victory.  A bit more like oh, shit. 

how to survive final exams

an informational masterpost by @briellestudies

study tips

- you remember material better if you physically interact with it as opposed to just scanning it over with your eyes

  • instead of merely reading a page of notes, go through it with a pen/highlighter in your hand. underline/circle/annotate things as you review the material

- make a study schedule. include which days you want to study for each subject, deadlines (e.g. “finish essay by tuesday”, “study guide for physics should be done today”), any study sessions you might have with others, and time for sleep

  • finals season often overwhelms students because of the sheer amount of work facing them. by breaking things down into a schedule and focusing on smaller portions of work day-by-day, things appear much more manageable

- use mnemonic devices to help you remember things (when applicable)

  • i like to use them for memorizing groups/orders of things - for example, when i took a class on dinosaurs, i had a lot of trouble keeping the paleozoic/mesozoic/cenozoic and triassic/jurassic/cretaceous orders straight until i realized that both were in reverse-alphabetical order

- different study methods work better for different classes

  • flashcards are best for classes where you have to memorize lots of information (without providing further explanation), e.g. introductory psychology
  • mind maps are good for organizing thoughts and seeing how ideas fit together, e.g. english and literature classes
  • practice problems/practice tests are usually the best way to prepare for STEM classes, e.g. math and chemistry 

optimizing your performance/productivity

- try to get some sleep. try.

  • you probably won’t be getting your full 7-8 hours during finals season. fine. completely understandable. but a couple hours here and there throughout the day will do wonders. your brain doesn’t work at optimum levels when you’re sleep-deprived, so while you may not have time for solid 8-hour blocks of sleep, it’s in your best interests to get 1-2 hour powers naps in when you can. aim for at least 4-6 hours of total sleep time per day

- finals week is not the time for junk food. if you’re going to push your body to its physical and mental limit (as so many of us do), you’d better make damn sure you’re at least giving it the best possible fuel to run on

- you should be aware of your study habits by finals season. take them into account and use them to your advantage

  • more productive in the morning? set an early alarm and get yo ass up
  • procrastinate a lot? bitch me too!! it’s not necessarily a bad thing - some people do their best work under time pressure. try this thing i like to call “productive procrastination”: if you wanna procrastinate on something, do so by working on another assignment/studying for another class. this way, you fulfill your desire to procrastinate but you’re still being productive and not completely fucking yourself over
  • more productive when working with others? try to organize study sessions (or you’re the opposite like me and prefer to study alone, don’t feel guilty about declining requests to work with friends/classmates)

- there’s an app called “self control” that blacklists or whitelists websites for a given amount of time (that you set yourself). it forces you to stay focused if you can’t help but peek on social media sites every so often when working on your laptop

- prioritize! know which finals will require the most effort on your part and plan accordingly

  • give more priority to finals that are worth a higher percentage of your overall grade
  • calculate the minimum score you need on the final that’ll still get you the overall grade you’re aiming for - generally, you should be spending more study time on finals that you’ll need a higher grade on

test taking tips

- if you finish with extra time, go through your test again and attempt to answer every question you left blank (unless you’re penalized for guessing, of course). the potential for partial credit is better than definitely receiving no credit

  • for multiple choice, use process of elimination and then make your best guess
  • if you don’t know the answer to a short answer/essay-style question, then answer around it. for example, if you don’t know the significance of caliban’s soliloquy in shakespeare’s the tempest, talk about the character of caliban in general and/or the role soliloquies are meant to play in shakespeare’s works
  • if you’re stuck on a math problem and have no clue how to even begin, just start manipulating numbers and applying formulas

- dress in layers so you’re comfortable no matter the room temperature

- always answer the questions you’re sure of first

- don’t be afraid to ask the proctor if you’re unsure of what something on the test is asking of you (i.e. questions for clarification)

- pay attention to the questions on the exam - sometimes one question may hint at the answer to a different question

  • e.g. 2) what year was x fossil discovered? and 31) who discovered x fossil in the early 1930s?

miscellaneous advice

  • try to get everything you need (calculator batteries, scantrons, blue books, writing utensils, etc.) the weekend before exams start. this way, you’re not freaking out right before a test because you’re missing something
  • try to time your coffee/lack of sleep crashes such that they don’t happen during a final exam (see tip about scheduling above)
  • if you’re pulling an all-nighter, set alarms periodically throughout the night (e.g. every hour and a half) so that if you accidentally fall asleep, you won’t sleep through the whole night
  • also set an alarm 20-30 minutes before each final. just in case ;)
  • bring an extension cord to the library if your school always seems to be short on outlets during finals week
  • always use the bathroom right before sitting an exam (even if you don’t feel like you really need to) to avoid getting up and wasting time during the test itself
  • turn off your motherfucking cell phone before your tests omfg

a note on adderall, a popular “study drug” students take during finals season:

i personally advise against the use of any study drugs that are not prescribed by a medical professional, but the fact of the matter is that students are going to use them regardless of what i say. when they don’t know what they’re getting into, they put themselves into very dangerous positions - often ending in trips to the emergency room or rehab. so in the interest of promoting safety (well, as much safety as is possible given the circumstances) and knowledge, here are a few things you should know about adderall if you decide you want to use it:

  • addy is very addictive and can make the user dependent on it
  • if you take it, you’ll start to sweat. a lot. dress accordingly
  • addy will make you lose your appetite. don’t listen to your body when it says it’s not hungry. you gotta force yourself to eat bruh
  • it’s also really easy to get dehydrated on addy - not only do you sweat a lot, but lots of people tend to pee a fuck ton while they’re on it. stay hydrated
  • addy is a stimulant. you won’t be able to sleep until its effects wear off
    • and just like other stimulants (e.g. caffeine, ecstasy), you will experience a “crash” afterwards. the crash is more pronounced than one you would get from coffee or even caffeine pills
  • there are two “kinds” of addy: IR and XR
    • IR means “immediate/instant release” - whatever dose you take will be released into your system all at once
    • XR means “extended release” - there will be an initial release of the drug into your system and then small amounts thereafter over an extended period of time
  • always err on the side of caution with dangerous drugs - when in doubt, start with a lower dose

as a parting note, i would just like to remind you all to keep in mind the importance of self-care and finding balance. there is a fine line between making temporary sacrifices and being self-destructive. sometimes it’s good to push yourself - “no pain, no gain” as they always say. but analogously, you also gotta recognize when it’s time to dial it back a bit - allow yourself a nap or an hour break to grab dinner with some friends every once in a while. trust me, you deserve it. good luck!

Gold Leaf | JAEHYUN

Genre: rich kid!au | fluff | angst

Member: Jaehyun / Reader feat. Yukhei

Word Count: 10,500

Warnings: language

Important Note: inspired by an idea of @tenpioca‘s. thank you for letting me write this, ash! also this is unedited, mistakes will be fixed in the future

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“You can’t stay here. We shouldn’t be…seeing each other like this, not before we’re married, at least. We’re being watched closely by everyone on the shuttle. One misstep and there’ll be a lot of backlash.”

Y/N isn’t particularly clumsy, but she did fall over due to the trip wire, and when she kneels on the bed to get off, she trips over Harry’s legs, even though she was consciously attempting to avoid them.

Except, this time when Y/N falls, she’s naked underneath her gown, which, flimsy material and all, lifts while she lays humiliatingly over Harry’s lap.

Y/N is glad to have her face initially buried into the bed because she’s flushing red from embarrassment, can feel the breeze on her bum, and can’t imagine a chaste man like Harry’s surprise by the development. She goes to get up once the initial shock wears off, but Harry quickly places his hand on her back, urging her back down. It places all of the power in his hands — however, they proceed is suddenly up to him.

or, the shuttle fic wherein Harry’s the shuttle’s commander, Y/N’s been brought aboard from the ground, and abstinence is more easily preached than practiced.

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anonymous asked:

Heyaa! I dunno if this is asked but... Yah have some tips in drawing? No need to answer if you don't.

Practice, I know it’s a common Tip, but It’s true. Start out with Basics, Anatomy and the Physical “Weight” of a Character. Don’t be afraid to get messy, make sure to add curves in the right places, no person is really flat (unless by style choice of course). If you want to Draw faster, Gestures helped me with that, or just Quick Doodles I thought would be Fun to try and do, Get as much Motion as you can in a Drawin’.. Try not to Align things too perfectly (such as the Angle of shoulders, make one higher or lower for better character, same goes most facial features). I’m no Professional, but here’s a Quick Example of my Process…

Kiss Me Not -Part 16-

Find Part One Here!

tags: drarry, hogwarts eighth year, soulmates au

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“Mr Potter!”

Harry turned, half expecting to see Pansy before he realized the voice didn’t fit. The girl was wearing Slytherin colours but, best guess, she was a fifth or sixth year, with long blond hair rather than Pansy’s short black bob.

“Err, yeah?” Harry said nervously.

“My friend Ellidh said she kissed you, is it true?” she demanded.

Harry frowned, “Who-?”

“Ellidh Keegan!” She shouted, her face taking on a red tinge, “She’s a sixth year Ravenclaw with brown curly hair and freckles across her nose!”

“Amelia, Ellidh isn’t the type to do that and you know it,” A tall hufflepuff with spiky black hair said as he walked up causally to join his friend.

“Shut up, Jeremy!” Amelia said sharply, keeping her glare fixed on Harry.

Harry shook his head, “No, I haven’t kissed her,” he said, trying to edge around them.

Amelia moved with him, continuing to block his way, “But you let her try, didn’t you? I’ve heard people talking-”

No.” Harry said with an exasperated sigh, “I haven’t let anyone try. I’ve been jumped and surround and tricked but I had nothing to do with it. Let me pass, would you?”

Amelia  face grew redder and she snatched the sleeve of his robe to keep him from leaving, “She said-

“And I said No.” Harry cut her off, just barely holding onto his temper and not wrenching his robe away and shoving past her like he wanted to.

“Come on, Amelia,” Jeremy said, gently catching her arm, “I know you fancy Ellidh but-”

“I DO NOT!” Amelia shouted on the verge of tears as she let go of Harry’s robes and ran down the hall, shoving Jeremy as she went.

Harry heaved a sigh and pushed his hand through his hair.

“So- The kissing thing is totally off the table?” Jeremy asked, “Because I’ve always thought if I ever were to fancy a bloke you’d-”

Enough, Mr Zhao,” Headmistress McGonagall interrupted tersely.

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GOT7 Reaction // When they get needy and ask you to come over.

Anon said: HI! I loved your reaction! Could we get one where got7 gets needy and want their s/o to meet them? loving your blog so far

THank you haha it means the world! I hope you guys are enjoying my writing so far. Hopefully I did this request correctly and I hope you’re pleased! ヽ(゚∀。)ノ


Jaebum

The two of you have been separated for a few weeks due to practices and work. Jaebum had finally had enough of it and was feeling extra needy tonight. He dialed your number and was waiting for the other line to pick up. You had a break from work and answered.

“Babe please come over” Jaebum said on the other side of the line.

“But I’m still at work? I can’t”

“I’m not taking no for an answer. Come over now.” He groaned.

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Youngjae

Youngjae hated interrupting you when you were busy, but it had been so long and he couldn’t take it anymore. He missed having your presence nearby, and he obviously missed your body the most.

He grabbed his phone and took a few seconds deciding whether he should send you a text or not, so he did.

“Y/N, I miss you so much so can you make up some excuse to leave work and come see me?” 

“Babe you know how strict my boss is, but I think I can work something out.” you replied

“yay yay yay!!! I’ll see you when you get here! ٩(^ᴗ^)۶“

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Jinyoung

I see Jinyoung as a forward, demanding, and classy man. When he wants something, he wants it. Jinyoung wanted you right now even though you literally saw him last week. He shot you a text right before you were about to go to bed.

“Hey there, can you swing by my place real quick? You don’t have to stay long.”

“I guess it wouldn’t hurt hang out for a bit. I’ll be over shortly.” You replied.

This was the exact response Jinyoung wanted to get, little did you know about the surprise that would be coming to you.

Originally posted by kareverie

Mark

Mark seems like a patient man, he knows he wants something but you can’t get everything you want. But he was feeling so needy tonight and he could not get his mind off of you. So he called your phone.

“Hey Y/N, it’s Mark, can you pretty please come over?”

and let’s be honest how can you turn down this angel?

“Fine fine fine, I’ll be over soon.” You replied.

Mark didn’t believe he would convince you but he did, and couldn’t wait to be reunited with you.

Originally posted by justrightforjb

Jackson

This boy missed you so much. He would be sad when he doesn’t get what he wants. He knew you were caught up with work but that wasn’t stopping him.

“Babe, you left your charger here, along with your makeup bag”

“Jackson my makeup bag is in my purse what are you talking about?”

“Okay then you left me, now come over pretty please with a cherry on top?”

(Do not break this boy’s heart and say no)

Originally posted by jypnior

BamBam

Let me tell you, this boy is so demanding. He will not listen to reason, when he wants some oh he’s gonna get it. It was 11pm but not even time could stop him. Also he’s so forward when he’s horny..

“Y/N Come over now, I need you.”

“BamBam you do realize it’s almost 12?”

“I don’t care you need to come now. I’ll be waiting” He ended the call straight away.

You had no choice but to get into some sweats and into your car, unless you didn’t want to walk tomorrow, which would probably happen either way since bambam goes hamham.

(someone stop me)

Originally posted by chattyang

Yugyeom

This bean must be protected at all costs. He’s so sensitive at times and would hate to make you upset, if he was extremely needy as he is right now he needed you ASAP. He called you phone and waited for the other line.

“Hello my sweet Y/N, I was wondering if you wanted to come over?”

“Of course! I just have to take care of this last customer and I’ll see you then”

Yugyeom smiled as his heart fluttered and he could not wait for the night he had planned for the two of you.

Originally posted by pinkhoodiemark


I hope this one met your expectations, these are so fun to make! Don’t hesitate to drop some requests in my ask box! i love you (ღ˘⌣˘ღ)

GOT7 MASTERLIST (X)

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So @ramseyringnecks often has to remind people that you can’t feed pigeons leafy greens, vegetables, or fruits, and this is why:

The cecum is an organ that’s responsible for breaking down leafy greens, vegetables, fruits, and fibrous plant material.

Chickens are omnivores that naturally eat bugs, fruits, small animals, grasses, leaves, and just about anything they can find. As you can see above, they’re so adept at grazing on plants that they have two caeca (cecum plural), and they’re BIG. Every so often they expel a brown slimy excrement that is them clearing out a cecum.

Pigeons on the other hand are pure grain and seed eaters. They have a cecum…but much like a dog it’s a little itty bitty blip of an organ near their rectum. They can’t extract hardly any nutrients from leaves or fruits, and attempting to is just hard on their body and wastes energy. They are designed to efficiently break down grains and seeds and shouldn’t eat anything else. A healthy diet for a pigeon consists of a variety of 5 or more seeds and grains, the more of a variety the better but ONLY seeds or grains (with grit and oyster/egg shell of course). In fact, pigeons aren’t grazers like chickens, so another big difference is that they shouldn’t have free choice of food; they should eat in meals unless they’re young and learning to eat on their own or sick.

There’s a theory going around that Seven knows that this is a game, but I think Jumin also knows that.

While playing Jaehee’s route, a chatroom with Jumin opens where he’s talking about a cherry farm. There is absolutely no mention of any games whatsoever.
However, as Jumin says he should rest, he tells you “don’t play the game too late”.
He uses the phrase “the game” meaning he’s talking about specific, even though time and time again I said that I don’t play games.
Furthermore, it’s been underlined. And he’s saying “too late”, showing that he knows about the 3am chatrooms.

If we link this back to when Zen says that he had the dream about MC being a robot programmed to say things, but at the end of the dream they were actually robots, it sort of works. If the characters in the causal route are all robots, imaginary, that Seven created to fill his and Jumin’s lonely life, it would work. If you ever mention 4th wall breaking things to Seven and Jumin they don’t seem surprised. But if you break the 4th wall while conversing with Zen, Jaehee, or Yoosung they generally seem surprised.
Zen even says “Don’t say things like that, you’re scaring me.” When you mention you’re using an app which only let’s you say programmed things.
If you choose “I’m playing a visual novel which has more than two choices” in the chatroom with Seven and Jaehee, Seven doesn’t really react, he keeps going on about money. However, Jaehee says that she does not understand.

There are hints in the prologue that Seven knows it’s a game. When you choose “But I’m not a girl”, Seven says “thenwhydoyouplaythisgane”

It is entirely likely that Jumin and Seven got together to create this game, hoping that someone would play it. Of course that means that the visual novel scenes did not actually happen unless you are with Seven or Jumin, or maybe still, none of them happen. It is mimicking reality. Even if you play the visual novel mode, you are not actually there. If the characters were programmed, the visual novels are just something to keep you interested in the game so you don’t leave Jumin and Seven. It’s as if Jumin and Seven are Cheritz themselves, the only real ones, making you addicted to the game do you don’t leave.

This also means that the reset theory fits in. Only Seven and Jumin know that the game resets, but since they know that the game will keep resetting until you try out all of the routes, they are okay with it. This is probably also why Jumin and Seven’s routes are in the Deep Story. It costs 80 hourglasses to unlock and is a lot more plot heavy. The Deep Story is pricy because they want you to keep playing.

But that’s just a theory. A ga– okay yeah sorry it was long, I just wanted to add a new theory to this!!

The Temp

Letha has been Idol Im Jaebum’s temporary makeup artist for the past two years and after years of him toying with her, things finally reach a breaking point between them.

Originally posted by saranghaeyojw

[song inspiration: Ed Sheeran - Shape of you]

pairing: Jaebum x oc
genre: smut, oral, fingering, dirty talk, light choking, slight dom!
word count: 5.1k


For two years, two insanely long years I have been Idol, Im Jaebum’s “temporary” makeup artist. Two years of endless awful pick up lines, suggestive comments, devious looks, “harmless” touches and just straight up eye-fucking me. Part of me honestly thinks I’m still around because he doesn’t want another artist anymore. I mean, who would let him get away with those things, if not me? Probably no one.

I was older than him by a few years and was technically his elder, even though my culture didn’t do honorifics. I respected it and always used it with people older than I, unless directed otherwise. I gave all the boys the choice of using it if they chose to and they all always referred to me as Letha noona or simply noona. But not Jaebum, he never did if he couldn’t help it. I was either Princess, Kitten, Leth or on rare occasions, Letha. Of course, he only used Kitten or Princess in whispers, when no one was listening or we were alone.

He was good looking and charming, there was no denying that. I had a hard time not getting beat red when he’d use one of his nicknames on me or shamelessly teased me. And he obviously knew that it affected me or he wouldn’t continue to do it.

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Lovers of Books [Jason Todd x Reader]

Requested by @memento-amare: “How about reader and Jason meet in a bookstore and bond over similar taste in books? Just a note the “friends to lovers” trope would be really cute here, but I am gonna leave that up to you lol“

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It’s a true statement to say you’re an avid book lover. Fiction, Non-Fiction, Historical, you’ve read every genre. Though your favorites being classic Literature. You couldn’t get enough of it. So your parents owning a book store was a god send.

Except for when they were out of town, leaving you to tend to the store and it’s customers, most of those being regulars. Very rarely you’d get someone new to visit your parent’s quaint corner bookstore.

It made things rather boring, especially now.

Leaning against the counter, chin resting in your hand whilst re-reading your personal copy of Pride and Prejudice. Hearing the bell above the door ring you called, “Welcome to [L/n] Family Books, if you need anything feel free to ask” not bothering to look away from the page.

Completely unbeknownst to the handsome, blue eyed, six foot, raven-haired male to just enter the store. 

He went on about his business skimming the shelves as you continued on with reading about the flaw that is Mr. Darcy’s pride. Stuck in the book until you were lured away by a deep voice.

“Excuse me” eyes flickering up from the page to meet stunning blue hues. “Oh, uh, sorry.” Setting the book down. “What can I do for you?”

“Don’t worry about it. Do you know if you have any Hemingway?” Shocked a bit at the author. Not many people around his age, which must be close to your own, read the legend unless they were assigned too. “Oh yes of course” stepping from behind the counter.

Heading to the Classic Lit section. “Anything in particular?” you glanced back at him. “Yeah, The Sun Also Rises?” he questioned.

“Ah, a good choice” you smiled stopping in the front of the bookshelves. “You’ve read it?” he inquired.

“I have, I was surprised to hear you request Hemingway. I don’t normally get requests for it for people under 40.” You chuckled.

“Looks like we’re both two of a kind then” he smiled. You reached up slipping the book from it’s place. “I guess so” handing it to him

“Awesome” he smiled whilst skimming the first page. You took the moment to get a full look at him. He had to be at least six foot, and his arms were huge! Damn he looked solid. Eyes immediately catching the white streak that ran in the front of his hair. You couldn’t help but wonder if it was natural.

Realizing your staring you blushed before saying, “I can ring you out whenever you’re ready” making your way back to the register.

“Thank you, uh” he paused where a name would be. “[F/n]. [F/n] [L/n]” holding out a hand.

He took it, “Ah, [F/n]. I’m Jason. Jason Todd”

You smiled before retracting your hand and returning to your own book. Once he was finished he found two more books and came over. You were impressed by the roster. Devil in the White City, The Sun Also Rises, and Martin Dressler.

“Oh wow I love this book” You commented picking up Devil in the White City. “Really no way! I had to get a new copy of it my brother spilled his coffee on it.” He laughed, a genuine smile gracing his face.

“Oh my god I would commit murder” You laughed totaling up the books. “Trust me I came close, my other brothers had to hold me back when he told me” You laughed, not realizing how true the statement actually was.

“Well your total is $21.09“ you smiled as he pulled out his wallet. “I’m going to have to come back here, usually I’d be paying like $30 for three books” handing you the money. Putting it in the register and giving him his change. “You should, it’s not often we see new faces. Everyone has gone online but I don’t get how you can enjoy a book without paper”

“I know right. But I really should go before my family thinks I fell down a well. It was nice meeting you [F/n] I hope it’s not the last time” taking yhe bag before sending you a charming smile. “I hope that too” smiling back before he made his leave.

And it was indeed not the last time you’d see Jason. He started by visiting once a week, then it was twice, then it was every other day. He really had taken a liking to the store and you guys became friends by bonding over books. Often recommending books for the other, you had even helped him pick out a book for someone named Alfred who’s birthday was that week.

Every time he came in when you were there you’d always insist on helping him even though your parents offered.

And today was no different. You were doing some re-stocking in the back when you heard the door chime. “Good morning Mr. and Mrs. [L/n] is [F/n] here today?” he asked coming to the counter.

“Good morning Jason, Yes –” your mother began but you emerged from behind the curtain. “Good morning Jason” you greeted with a smile. Your parents chuckling at the timing. They were well aware of your feelings toward the man, able to tell the first time they saw you helping him.

“Well we’ll leave you both to it. We’ll finish your restocking” Your father smiled before retreating into the back room with your mother.

“So what can I do ya for today?” grinning at him. “Hemingway? Shakespeare?”

“Uh I’m actually not here for books today“ Scratching the back of his neck nervously. 

“Really, what’s up?“ Face contorting into one that of confusion. “I was actually wondering when your lunch break was?” not meeting your eyes.

“Oh” feeling a heat rise to your cheeks. “It can be really whenever” smiling at the ground. Both shy like a couple of teenagers.

“Well uh, would you like to, um” meeting your eyes. “God why am I nervous I feel like I’m in high school” he laughed as you did the same. “Okay lets try again. [F/n] would you go to lunch with me today? You know, like a date?”

You blushed before bashfully smiling at the floor. “I’d love too” meeting his eyes again.

“Great, would you like to go now?” he asked gesturing to the door. “Yeah, sure. Let me get my coat” turning and going behind the counter. Slipping you jacket on and grabbing your bag.

Poking your head in the back room, “I’m taking my lunch break be back soon!” yelling to your parents. “Okay sweetie have fun” your mother called back.

Meeting Jason’s side again he offered you an arm, “Shall we?”

Grinning you linked yours with his, “We shall”

miss-phengophobia  asked:

Nessian prompt: Don't you dare.

Don’t. You. Dare.” Nesta glowered at Cassian’s tauntingly raised leg.

“Or you’ll what?” He lowered his leg to see her flinch. Cassian thoroughly enjoyed making her antsy, wondering what might happen the day she finally bursts. “Glare me to death?”

“Enjoy your time in the mud, pig.” She turned a heel to leave.

Cassian stomped his foot with as much force as he could, utterly ruining the blue skirt of her dress with the soupy brown mud.

Throwing his head back, he laughed at the sight before him. “I may be a pig, but you’re the one who is a well-suited match with filthiness.”

Nesta snarled at his smug expression. “Walk. Away.“

Gladly.” He started to leave, then called out, “Filthy little hellion.”

A mistake on his part.

Truly a very bad move.

Nesta smirked like a true hellion as she filled her hands with mud and flung it…Not missing her mark as Cassian’s wings were completely caked. Mud dripped to his feet.

“Oh, Nesta…“ His voice unnervingly calm as he flared his wings and shook them out. Mud spattered the rest of her already ruined dress and dirtied her hair. “Please tell me you didn’t.” He stalked toward her, flashing his teeth in a dangerous grin that held no warmth.

He closed the distance between them in two strides of his long legs. His body close enough to hers that he could feel her succulent breasts against him each time she inhaled.

“Do you have any idea-”

Rolling her eyes, she interrupted. “You don’t scare me, Commander.” Unmistakable mockery in her tone, and a hint of something else entirely. “The way I see it, we’re square.”

Cassian snorted. “Not even remotely close, you dirty little-”

Once again, she cut him off. This time by launching herself at him with all the force she could muster.

He was better prepared for this assault, so he grabbed her arms. If he was going down, he was taking her with him.

•••

Nesta thrashed at him when they landed. Cassian cackled at her attempts, avoiding every blow. “What is the matter with you?“ She spat, but her voice was not as coated in venom as Cassian thought it should be under the circumstances.

Me?“ Face covered in mud, Cassian’s brows raised. “What’s the matter with me?

Nesta gathered an armful of mud with a devilish look in her eyes, but Cassian grabbed her wrists with one hand and held it above her head. “Are you quite finished!?” His voice cracked in disbelief and amusement, he’d never seen her quite like this before.

Nesta raised her chin. Even completely covered in brownish gray goop, she pulled off a regal expression. That is, if it was regal to be squaring up to the most powerful Illyrian in history, The General Commander and Lord of Bloodshed.

“Don’t you know what it means to touch an Illyrian’s wings, sweetheart?” Cassian’s siphons glowed bright red and his nostrils flared.

Nesta snorted and shrugged. “So? I didn’t touch them.” Cassian squinted his eyes in astonishment at her boldness. “Besides, you should really be thanking me.”

“Oh?” Cassian took a step forward, his jaw flexing as he looked Nesta up and down like he was sizing her up. He wanted to bend her over his knee and- “How do you figure that?”

“Because the mud works in your favor.” Nesta blurted, flinching as she instantly regretted her poor choice of words.

The wrong words to say entirely.

Cassian flashed his white teeth as he spread his wings and ran a hand through his hair. “If you wanted to mud wrestle, Nesta, you didn’t have to go through such extreme measures to do so.” He smirked, piercing her with his hazel eyes. “I could’ve chosen a more private setting. Unless, of course, you’d prefer an audience.” He winked and ran his knuckles along her arm. She did not slap him away.

Shivering at his touch and unable to think of a clever retort, Nesta simply purred in a voice she knew from experience drove him positively wild. “In your dreams.”

“Absolutely is.” He leaned his head closer to her’s and whispered, “In mine. And yours. Tonight.”

One way or another Nesta was going to explode as Cassian chuckled darkly, shaking out his hair. She turned her cheek but they did not break eyes for a moment.

“To be continued…” Cassian wiped his lips clean. “I’m off to shower, I suggest you do the same.” He headed toward the barracks, his not-so-subtle insinuation hung in the air. She stared after his swaggering gait.

Turning around one last time, he decided to share some valuable information. “By the way, Nesta, it’s the left knob.”

“For what?”

“For the cold water, of course.” Cassian bit his lip and looked her up and down. “Next time I think it will be your turn to leave first. And by the way, this is the second time in a week you’ve been caught looking at my ass.”

So infuriating and so full of innuendos… Nesta did not touch the right knob as she cleaned herself.

motel ‘97 - 02

➵ pairing: jungkook x reader  
➵ genre: mafia au, angst, fluff, smut.
➵ warning: violence, crude language, read at own risk.
➵ word count: 3K+
 

01, 02, 03, 04, 05,

       I never imagined in years time I would be in this situation. Being dragged down a dim motel hallway by some man I had met on not very good terms. His grip was sure to leave red marks behind on my skin. An all familiar case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Or merely in my case, dicking around at the wrong time.


I had a fairly decent life. Not too hard. Quite fair to me. I had nice friends and a nice family. Growing up in the small area where city met rural was pretty nice. I lived in a decent sized apartment with my childhood friend Minji. She had been with me through thick and thin. Quite literally. Growing up as a child, I was diagnosed with type 1 diabetes, carried with me throughout all these years. I never viewed it as a negative to be completely honest. It was just a burden, something annoying that I had to put up with. That was up until I was about 13. I had a very bad relapse. My weight deteriorated very quickly and I was hospitalized for around 7 months. My body was very fragile and immune system was weak. After that, relapses became more and more frequent. Becoming worse. She would spend nights with me in the hospital, making up for the sleepovers we used to enjoy together. She really meant the world to me. She went through so much just to make me happy during those times.

As we grew older, we never drifted apart surprisingly enough. Minji had many friends in high school while I had few, including her. It never really bothered me though. As we graduated and college became an option, we both decided to stick it out without it for a while. Pursuing our current hobbies. Minji worked to become a tattoo artist and open her own parlor. I worked to become a journalist. Both passionate about our own individual interests. But of course, bills had to be paid, money was needed for necessities, etc. Which is how we wound up in the motel we both worked at. It was about 30 minutes out from our apartment in a pretty rundown area next to vacant highways used for travel of goods. The only cars you would see would be semi-trucks and occasionally city cars. It paid decent and was easy. Although the messes some people would leave behind were definitely not within my paycheck. Disgusting.. But it was worth it in the end. Making enough to live in a nice place with my best friend wasn’t something everyone could afford or have. So I was thankful.


I continued to walk down the hallway with this unknown person, close to absolutely shitting myself. I could make out the outline of a gun tucked into his waistband and I wasn’t in position to take his threats lightly anyways. We reached the elevator and he reached his hand out, lightly pressing the button down and a short ‘beep’ emitted. The doors slid open and we walked in. Met with the same black tile floor and burgundy walls. The ride down was silent until I dared to speak as we neared the 1st floor.

“Can I ask where you’re taking me?” You questioned, feeling small and overpowered among him. Silence. He wouldn’t answer. Continuing to tap his foot against the floor, waiting for the doors to part. He was just as clueless as you were in a way. He had no idea you were just some innocent person. He assumed from the position you were in, you had to be working with someone in an opposing gang. A cheap sellout. Someone to throw under the bus. And boy oh boy was he wrong.

As they opened, you noticed the lobby was empty. “Fuck..” You thought. There goes any chance of help and/or escape. You continued to walk and walk until you were stopped in front of a sleek black car parked at the back of the motel. “Get in.” He ushered as he opened the door and pushed you towards the seat. “Wow what a gentleman you are.” You spat, sarcasm laced in your voice. He walked around the car, yanked open the driver’s door and sat. You sat, staring straight ahead, fingers fumbling with the end of your skirt. “Can’t believe your group would just throw you to the dirt like that Y/N ah..” He pulled the gun from his waistband and began to wipe it off with a white cloth he pulled from his ashtray. “Quite sad isn’t it. Just thrown under the bus like that.” You stilled, adrenaline kicking in, screaming, telling you to flee. “I’m a very bad man Y/N. You should know that better than anyone.” He smirked, placing the barrel of the gun against your inner thigh. You began to shake, grip tightening on the fabric of your skirt. “Please..” You pathetically whimpered. “Please what Y/N? You’re a big girl. Use your words.” He smiled, leaning in dangerously close to your face. “Please don’t kill me.” You whispered, closing your eyes. A small tear rolling down your cheek. Was this really how I’m gonna go out?  At the hands of some psychopath? You thought. You always imagined it would be some health issue from all the relapses you had in the past.

He cocked his head to the side, surprised by your choice of words. “Don’t worry beauty, I won’t unless you give me a reason. You could be of some use to us. This, this right here-” He waved the gun around, frightening you even more. “This is all for show. Unless of course you give me a reason to make it worth its capabilities.” He yanked the keys out of his pocket and started up the car. “I can promise that I won’t kill you for now, maybe hurt you a bit, but the others?” He paused. “I can’t promise they won’t hurt or kill you.” He said seriously. He sure knows how to comfort someone… Fuck. What do I do now.


You had been driving in silence for awhile, the only source of sound being the radio. The volume was low but you could still make out the songs being played. You kept your eyes on the horizon, the orange lights overhead distracting you every now and then. You snapped out of your train of thought when he pulled into a small gas station. There were only 2 other cars in the parking lot. The lights overhead, flickering and dim. “Stay here. I’m serious. Remember.” He patted the gun in his waistband. You simply nodded and watched as he strutted into the small market. Once the door swung shut, you frantically looked around for anyone or anything you could use to your advantage. Glaring at the other cars, trying to see if anyone occupied them. Just to your luck, two men, around the same age as your captor you assumed, stepped out of the car opposite the parking lot. They eyed the car suspiciously. One of them leaned over and spoke to the other. He then nodded and moved closer for further inspection. You viewed this as an opportunity for help and took it.


Unknown POV

“You sure that’s one of those brat’s cars?” He spoke, dragging the cigarette from his lips. “Yeah. Look at the license plate.” The other nodded his head in the direction. “It’s one of Cypher’s.” He moved closer for inspection and noticed a figure in the passenger seat. “Someone’s in the car. It looks like a girl. Do they have any girls working under their name?” He asked. “Nah, probably just one of their whores.” The other spoke, startled at the sound of the car door being opened.

You stepped out, tightly clutching your bag, looking between the men and the door. One of them had blonde hair, was fairly short, but still taller than you. The other had black hair and a sharp nose. “I need your help please. I’ve been taken by someone and I don’t know them or what they want from me.” You rambled on, panicking that he would emerge from the doors any second now. “Don’t ya have a phone on you, kid?” The blonde one snickered, throwing their cigarette on the ground, stomping it out. “N-no. He took it. Please just help me! I don’t know-” “Y/N.” A voice spoke from behind you. Shit. “What did I tell you?” He snarled, advancing towards me. The black haired one stepped forward. “No way! Look who it is!” He slapped the arm of his friend. “Jungkook Ah! It’s been such a long time wouldn’t you say?” The one with blonde hair spoke. So that’s his name. “Fuck off Yoongi. Y/N get in the goddamn car now.” Jungkook violently cursed. You looked between the two and stood still. I mean what the hell was I supposed to do in this situation?? “I don’t think she wants to Jungkook… Ah.. Poor thing was just telling us how you kidnapped her..?” He licked his lower lip, smiling tauntingly. Jungkook hissed and grabbed my hand, yanking me towards him. Yoongi also reaching for me and grabbing my bag. With ease, it fell off my shoulder and landed at his feet as Jungkook continued to shove me in the car. “Wait! I need my bag! It has my-” I was abruptly cut off by the door slamming in my face. I need my insulin. My blood sugar levels are way below than what they should be. I could hear the 3 bickering outside the door when a loud bang made me jump and a small scream escaped my throat. I looked out the window to see the blonde one clutching his shoulder, red liquid oozing through his shirt and onto his hand. My eyes widened and Jungkook was quick to walk back around to the driver side of the car. “Still trigger happy after all these years Jeon?” The blonde one yelled furiously as he got back into his car, rolling the window down.. He quickly pulled out a gun and began firing at the car. I screamed and threw my head down beneath my legs. Jungkook quickly shoved the keys in and reversed the car, taking off out of the vacant parking lot, with them following close on our tail.  I was crying hysterically at this point.


 Jungkook recklessly drove and took a series of turns to get us out of the area. “J-Jungkook we have to g-go back. I need my bag!” You panicked. He slammed on the brakes and you jerked forward. “Are you fucking crazy? For a bag? They could be anywhere right around any of these goddamn corners!” He slammed his hands on the wheel. “Girls and their fucking possessions man..” He shook his head. “No.. Jungkook you don’t get it.” You slowly lifted the edge of your shirt to reveal the pump that was attached to the waistband of your skirt. “I need my insulin. I can’t have another relapse. I need it..” You slowly breathed out. He eyed over your distressed frame. Tears covering your cheeks, irritated eyes, messy hair. His mouth went slightly agape. “We can’t go back. When we get back to the warehouse, I’ll have the guys work something out.. Just um..” He was at a loss for words. “I’ll hurry.” He said pulling his phone out, scrolling down a bit and pressing call on one of the contacts. “Just get Jin and tell him to hurry.” He ended the call. He didn’t know how the hell to react to this situation. Usually if it was just another bitch he wouldn’t care. But something was just off about you being in this position.

Jungkook sped down the empty streets, not giving a shit about speed limits at this point. He occasionally looked over at your figure, the irregular pattern of rise and fall your chest followed. Your hands fidgeting and twitching as stress increased. The car suddenly took a turn and followed a isolate road covered by trees. The car pulled up to a large warehouse that looked pretty worn down. The car came to a sudden stop and Jungkook got out and opened your door. Your vision became distorted and eyelids began to twitch shut. “Y/N?” Jungkook asked, waiting for a response. Your eyes fell shut and you fell forward, Jungkook reacting fast enough to catch you in his arms. “Oh shit..” He said trying to get a better grip on your body. “Jin!” He yelled in the direction of the warehouse. He tried to pull you up, but failed. “JIN!” He yelled louder, a few other members stepping outside, concerned. Just then, he parted from everyone and glared over at Jungkook and the girl. “Was she shot?!” He called out, approaching the two. “Uh, no, I just need help! Help me get her to the infirmary hall.” He breathed out, running a hand through his disheveled hair. Jin helped Jungkook lift your body and carry you to the infirmary. “Who is she?” Jin asked as he quickly shoved the door open and prepared a bed. “I’ll explain later, just hurry.” He snapped, impatient. “She has diabetes. I’m not sure what type but she needs insulin.” Jungkook said placing your unconscious body on the bed. “Just.. Just help her.” He said leaving the room.

 Jungkook walked back out to his car and sat in the driver’s seat in silence. He sighed, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it, Tossing the lighter down to wherever. He couldn’t stop thinking about you. Surely you had to be working under someone else to be in that predicament. A vibrating sensation in his pocket startled him as it dawned on him that he still had your phone. He removed the cigarette from his lips and tossed it out the window onto the concrete. He pulled the phone out, the bright light causing him to squint his eyes. He looked at your lockscreen. It wasn’t anything out of the familiar. It was just a picture of you and Minji swinging at a park. He ran his thumb over the screen and stared intently at the picture. He bypassed your password and went for your texts. Surely enough, it wasn’t what he expected. No mission dates, no dirty work, no meetings, just texts between you and friends & relatives. He exited out of your messages and went for your pictures. Same result. No proof pictures, no evidence, just random pictures. He tapped on a picture of you and Minji on her 21st birthday. Minji had on a sleek black dress and you had on a similar dress in dark red. His eyes traveled over the picture, before swiping through more of the pictures taken that night. He came across a picture of you and Minji completely wasted afterwards taken by her friend. He let a small smile slip as he looked at you completely sprawled out on the floor over Minji in your apartment. Both out like a light. He sighed and stuffed your phone back into his pocket. Surely you had to be working with someone. He couldn’t be wrong on this, could he?



Your eyes slowly drifted open, many bright lights hitting you all at once. Where am I? I don’t remember. Was that all a dream? You thought to yourself as your senses slowly came back. And surely, it was not a dream. You were in a room with all concrete walls and a small window at the top near the ceiling. In the room with you was another bed, a sink and drawers. You looked around and adjusted to your settings. You were laying in a white hospital like bed with an IV traced in your arm. You looked down to see your clothes were changed. Who the hell changed my clothes? You were sick at the thought. You were in a large white T-shirt and simple black running shorts. You carefully moved your hand over to check your insulin pump and it was back to normal and regulated. Then it dawned on you, the memories of the last 24 hours flooding into your mind. Your breathing hitched and you became very uneasy. You pulled the IV out of your arm and immediately stumbled out of the bed to try and find any weapon possible. You hit the floor with a thud and a cry escaped your lips as a loud crash was certainly heard to anyone nearby. You crawled over to a nearby counter and found a needle gauge and grabbed it.

Just then, the door swung open and in walked an unknown man. “Hey Jungkook, princess is awake!” He spoke. He had bright red hair and a playful smile. You tighten your grip on the small weapon and backed in the opposite direction from him until your back hit the wall. “Get the fuck away from me.” You warned. He raised his hands and began nearing you like some sort of trapped animal. “I SAID GET AWAY!” You roared, just then another tall man walked in with a shocked Jungkook behind him. You placed your hand on the wall behind you, slowly easing yourself up. “Hey, hey, you’re okay. My name is Jin. Please put the needle down Y/N.” He had a white lab coat on and black attire underneath. “No one is going to hurt you, okay?” Jin pushed the man behind him and approached you slowly. Your hand began to shake and turn white from gripping so tightly. Jin placed his hand on top of yours and slowly removed the needle. “Good..” He spoke softly. “Please take a seat Y/N. I know you’re scared right now. But I promise, no one is going to hurt you. I won’t let them.” He sincerely smiled as he guided you back towards the bed. Your eyes met Jungkook’s as you carefully sat down again. “Jungkook told me that you had passed out due to lack of proper blood sugar and you have diabetes type 1, correct?” Jin asked as he picked up the items you recklessly knocked down. You nodded. Jungkook walked beneath the bed. “Y/N, take this, It has everything you should need for a proper recovery.” Jin said, handing you a small bag. “I need to go help Sungjae’s team. Jungkook take her to the spare room please.” Jin said rushing out the door and down the hallway. “Um. Follow me.” Jungkook awkwardly said.

You walked out of the small room with him and out into the bigger hallways. This place was huge. You noticed a bunch of other men walking up and down the hallways, weapons in tow. White concrete walls, large windows, countless rooms. This place did not match it’s outside at all. “I see she’s awake now. That’s good.” Someone smiled, patting Jungkook’s shoulder as he walked past. Jungkook just nodded and continued walking. You reached the end of the hallway and Jungkook took out a key and unlocked the door. He carefully pushed it open and placed his hand on the low of your back as he let you walk in. You slightly flinched at his touch but ignored it and walked into the small room. A decent sized bed, nightstand and a bookshelf with a few books on it. A bathroom was connected as well. Jungkook followed you in and shut the door behind him. You whipped your head around. Why is he still here?

              “Y/N, please sit. We need to talk.” 

COLLAB?? WHO WANTS TO JOIN?!?!?

AAayyy- look how pathetic I am right now :‘DDD Anyway I’m PLANNING on something SO POINTLESS AND PROBABLY STUPID!! SO WHO WANTS TO JOIN????

Here’s some info/rules to keep in mind:

- Read all the rules!!

- You need to draw a digital art

- It’s your choice if you want to draw your persona, oc or anything else.. But furrys are more preferred

- I only need 1 character from each person but if you want to do more, then remember I can’t do more than 2

- But if there’s not enough characters then you’re allowed to draw more.. If you want of course.. Write “Back up” if you would like to do more drawings

- Need full color and clean line art!!! No sketches, no color aren’t allowed (unless your character is dressed in black and white, that’s fine c:)

- No nswf kind of stuff..

- Must be kind of cute/chibi

- Reblog this to join

- If you have read all the rules then write in your reblog “Legendary Lettuce” xD

- I’ll check some of your arts before I’ll let you join

- If I accepted I’ll message you myself with more info on what exactly to draw

I need REALLY a lot of people to join this.. So when I get to that certain number I’ll reblog this and tell you if it’s closed yet or not.. When I get enough people to join this I’ll tell when the deadline will be..

Anyway I think this is all.. Oh and remember this is for FUN!!! So please don’t murder me if you find the idea too stupid.. Join only if you want ^w^.. (I’ll be a bit inactive too.. So I’ll probably be doing this only..)

anonymous asked:

(rape tw) Can you explain why you don't think HIV+ people have a moral responsibility to tell potential partners their status, if that is indeed your position? I understand that if they have an undetectable viral load and they practice safer sex, the risk of transmission is very low, but it still exists, no? I'm just trying to understand. I have HPV and I feel guilty for not telling the man who raped me beforehand, and that's not even a potentially fatal illness, just an inconvenience. (1/2)

(2/2) I want to support HIV+ people and not make their lives harder, but I’m having a really hard time with this perspective from an ethical standpoint.

(anon sorry, i answered this but forgot it in my drafts)

anon, i’m not really sure where this is coming from since i haven’t posted about this in a while [since this came in before my other post got resurrected] but i’ll try to explain (and forgive me, this got so damn long but i’m quite swamped lately and have no time to edit)

i don’t think i’ve said that there’s no responsibility to disclose, and i wonder what made you think i did, but the main point i want to get across is that it doesn’t really matter what i think about the morality of nondisclosure in any given situation — what matters is whether i think it should be a serious crime. this is a separate question because the law isn’t about morality, in this case it should be about public health.

and these laws are a resounding failure from a public health perspective, especially since as written they penalize testing and usually completely fail to take into account the risk level of the activity (including condom use) or even whether transmission actually occurred (even when the charge is “criminal transmission”!). these laws were born out of stigma, not science or real ethics. but you don’t have to take my word for it; this is the accepted position among HIV/AIDS and sexual health advocacy organizations, and even the CDC is recommending that they be reviewed. i really recommend reading what these organizations have to say about it. from a quick search UNAIDS’s policy brief (pdf) seems pretty good and clear but there is much more out there.

i’m so sorry about what happened to you and i want to know that you’re not at fault at all. no rape survivor is at fault for their rape or for the consequences of the rape for the rapist. he chose to do that to you, and he accepted the risks that came with that. that is entirely on him!

i think a major problem with the debate about disclosure is that, as the UNAIDS brief says, it “places […] responsibility for HIV prevention exclusively on those already living with HIV and dilutes the public health message of shared responsibility for sexual health between sexual partners.” this applies to other STIs as well. we all have to take responsibility for our own sexual health, at least when it comes to acts we consented to.

even if it may seem to make sense on a moral level, placing the entire responsibility on people who know they’re positive for HIV or any other infection just doesn’t work. there will always be people who don’t know their status or can’t know their status for sure because they were exposed too recently. these people can’t disclose, yet if they are HIV+ they pose a much greater transmission risk than people who know they’re positive because they can’t possibly be accessing treatment, because transmission risk is highest in the acute infection stage when they’ve first contracted HIV, and because they’re less likely to be taking the additional safer sex precautions that they’d take if they knew.

there is still a profound stigma against people living with HIV and other STIs. when we’re influenced by this stigma, we’re likely to focus on finding someone to blame for transmission (or even the possibility of transmission). when we reject the stigma, we can focus on effective methods of prevention which involve helping everyone accurately judge their risk level and make informed choices to protect themselves.

you mention that safer sex with someone with an undetectable viral load is very low-risk (so low-risk, in fact, that i don’t think there’s ever been a documented case of transmission under these circumstances) but that any risk is too much. it’s fine if you feel that way; you set your own boundaries. but sex with someone who doesn’t know their status is much riskier. so is it morally permissible not to disclose to your partners that you don’t know your status? and should not disclosing that be a crime?

i don’t think most people think so, or they haven’t thought about it. to a lot of people, not knowing their status is normal, because their sexual choices are governed by assumptions: they assume that they are negative, for HIV, HSV, etc., and they assume that everyone they have sex with is negative, unless they say otherwise. they assume this partly because of lack of education, and partly because of stigma. we think of people with STIs as dirty, reckless, less than virtuous. we don’t want to think of ourselves or the people we’re intimate with that way. but of course, people with STIs are not those things — having an STI is an entirely morally neutral characteristic of a person. and these assumptions about ourselves and others aren’t sound. they are actually an obstacle to STI prevention.

so these debates trouble me because they obscure the fact that the best practice for everyone is to get tested regularly, disclose what you know about your status (including whether you know it!), and ask about your partner’s status, making it clear that it’s safe for them to be honest. and when we place all responsibility on people who know they’re positive, we validate our assumptions that everyone is negative, but we have to challenge those assumptions if we want to protect ourselves and each other. we have to acknowledge that when we decide to have sex based on the assumption that our partner must be negative, we are taking a risk. even in a world where everyone who knows they’re positive disclosed — and i believe most do — this would be a risk.

the sooner we can accept this and reject stigma, the sooner we can take steps toward more honest and open communication in our sexual lives and make healthy, fully informed choices, the sooner we can stop the spread of HIV.

writeonsha  asked:

You mentioned using oatmeal in savory foods instead of rice, which caught my attention. Do you have a favorite recipe that you wouldn't mind sharing? Stuffing, yummm!

It’s an old Scottish dish that doesn’t get used too much anymore cause things like super noodles tend to be cheaper and quicker to make (less nutritious/filling though) but a real easy quick savory thing you can do with oatmeal is to use chicken or vegetable stock to cook it with instead of water and a pinch of salt. (and before anyone starts the whole “I never salt cooking water” discourse again (what even is my blog sometimes), yes you should always salt the water to cook it with idgaf love yourselves and salt your cooking water as it comes up to heat when you’re cooking—unless you have a reason to avoid sodium in your diet, of course in which case I do gaf and you should do whatever works for you <3—you add the sweetness after, it makes it into a much better cooked, more flavorful food)

If you don’t have any fresh stock to add,  you can throw a stock cube of choice into the water instead, cook your oatmeal like regular. Mines usually takes about 10 minutes on a low simmer. While that’s cooking down I like to chop up some carrots and leeks, maybe some celery if I have some, or any other vegetable you like, and throw them in a pan with a little olive oil and salt till they’re nice and caramelized, throw some oregano or parsley on top. When the oats are done I just throw the veggies in with it and stir it in. That in itself can be quite filling but I’ve also added sliced up chicken or turkey breast/thigh into it as well. 

I basically use it for a rice substitute for any dish that calls for rice. It’s pretty tasty. Even goes quite well with curry sauce I’m told. Some people might not like the texture, (and I can understand why if they’re only experience is Quaker Oats mushy paste—get yourself some Irish steel cut or pinhead oats. My fave is still Bob’s Red Mill Scottish ground oats, tastes just like home and has a nice grainy texture, more like rice I suppose but creamier)

Whole thing takes about maybe, ten, fifteen mins to make? longer of course if you’re making meat to go with it. But it’s fairly simple and fills a hole inexpensively :)

i love john’s character arc because it acknowledges something you don’t often see in media, which is that if you’re bisexual, internalised homophobia does still deeply affect you and influence your life. 

people act like if you’re bisexual you have less self-hatred because you can ‘pass’ as straight, but the thing is, if you do have some of that internalised self-hatred, no matter how strong, the insidious nature of bi erasure constantly reinforces your guilt. 

i feel like there’s this unspoken misbelief that if you’re bi, and you for whatever reason don’t feel free to embrace that identity, you can simply “pick a side” out of ‘convenience’ — that you can ‘settle’ for only being in heterosexual relationships because that’s a choice you’re perceived to have.

but over the course of john’s character arc you can see that, even though he’s attracted to both men and women, he’s trying to force himself to be the type of person who only has heterosexual relationships, and gets married and has 2.5 kids, and doesn’t take baths unless they are for ‘medicinal purposes’ god forbid something get misconstrued (baths are gay now. sorry, guys.)

and within S3/4, especially the latter, you can see that it absolutely tears him apart trying to be someone he’s not. and he’s not even gay. he’s bi. and that’s the thing. it’s easy on a surface level to assume that because john’s attracted to women he can just ‘choose’ to love them, but that’s just not the hand life’s dealt him.

the people he has happened to have relationships with that have had the emotional context and brand of intimacy that suits john’s personality have so far been male (sherlock/sholto). that’s by chance how things worked out.

you can’t choose to fall in love with someone or not.