“Are you fucking kidding me?” Jungkook grumbled to himself, then pulled his key from the ignition as he shoved the truck’s door open. The dim lighting from inside the convenience store greeted him, but he only saw that guy again. He’d been watching for the past few minutes, waiting for you to clock out so he could take you home, but something was stopping you from that—him.
“Hey,” he loudly said upon walking inside. “You ready to go or what?”
“Jungkook.” He could hear the sigh of relief you gave upon seeing him. “Yeah. Sorry. I just need to go tell my manager I’m going home.”
Jungkook nodded, gesturing for you to go into the backroom with his head.
And that left him alone with some guy who would love nothing more than to get into your pants. Although that was something they had in common, there was no way in hell anyone but Jungkook would be doing that—if he could help it.
“You were here last time too, weren’t you?”
“What?” the guy asked, surprised. “I don’t know.”
To look even more suspicious, he grabbed at his cap and tried to conceal himself. Although, the pants full of holes and greasy hair didn’t help much.
Shoving his hands into the front pockets of his jeans, Jungkook stared at the floor with his eyes darting from the man’s worn sneakers to an ant on the tile. He’d let it go last time just because you were watching, but not this time.
“I think you do,” Jungkook said, raising his head. “I saw you fucking here last time. I know I did. And I thought I told you to leave her alone.”
“I think if she wanted me to leave her alone, she’d tell me.”
Jungkook took a step forward at that. “Listen here, you fucking—”
“He just told me to check the register but we can go,” you said upon walking back out of the backroom, then glanced at the two of them. “What’s going on?”
“I’m just trying to explain to this douche here that you don’t like him.”
“Jungkook,” you scolded. “It’s fine. Let’s just go. Please.”
His head snapped in your direction. “You’re okay with this?!”
“Okay with what? I don’t want any trouble. Please. Can we go?”
Jungkook guffawed, then glared at the guy when he snorted. “I don’t care. You leave her alone. You come in here every night she works here and talk to her—”
“I didn’t realize it was a crime to talk to a girl…”
“It’s not but it is if she doesn’t want to talk to you. That’s harassment. You know she would get fired if she said anything, so you take advantage of that and keep talking to her anyway, hoping that she’ll give in. But you don’t know her like I do. She doesn’t care about your microscopic dick or want to fuck you.”
The guy laughed hollowly at that. “No one is harassing anyone, dude.”
“Yeah? If you aren’t, then what the fuck are you doing exactly? You haven’t even bought anything and you’ve been here for, like, twenty minutes. Maybe you don’t know what fucking time it is but for me, it’s almost eleven o’clock at night. If you want to get her number, maybe you should do it during the daytime when there’s other people around. Actually, how about you don’t do that at all and just get your beer and your bag of cheetos and get the fuck out of here.”
“Dude. Calm the fuck down. We were just talking.”
“All right. You call me ‘dude’ one more time—”
“Who the fuck even are you? Her boyfriend or something?”
“I don’t have to be her anything to get you to leave since I have fucking hands, but if I say yes, will that make this easier? And less painful—for you, that is.”
liam is literally doing a collab with migos nobody fucking touch me i can’t even go all caps i’m this 👌 close to screaming too many connections between them to think that collab ain’t coming i!!!! am!!!! a!!!! hype!!!! bitch!!!!
Hello Friends! After some feedback, I’ve decided to go back to my roots and do some less esoteric content than architectural theory (which I will, of course, return to - I’m thinking about starting a not-regular blog or a podcast about it.) The purpose of this series is to give people the vocabulary they need to talk about houses and architecture in general!
I don’t know if y’all know this but there’s a lot of different parts and styles of architecture. Everything in architecture has a name, whether it’s ornament, architectural styles, or stuff like parts of a roof - either way, we should all be empowered to talk about architecture.
The good news is we all already know quite a bit about architecture.
Architecture speaks to us through personal experience. By looking at it long enough, you start to get a feel for it. Even amateurs can tell whether or not a house is new or old, even when the exterior has been significantly remodeled. Something just tells us - that’s an old house, or that’s a new house. The key to dating a house is to be able to pick out those codifiers - sometimes its a material (vinyl siding) or an architectural element such as window or dormer.
Most of us can identify a house that fits the labels “Victorian,” “Colonial,” or “Modern.” That’s not so far off from the truth - it’s a matter of narrowing it down, being able to say that Victorian usually codifies a type of ornate house from the 19th century, or a new house built in what is more specifically called the Queen Anne style. Colonial has been a type of house since, well, the colonies - but there’s a big difference between a 2005 colonial and a 1804 colonial. Not to mention the myriad differences between Spanish, Dutch, or English subtypes.
Because I don’t want to wait until next week to get this started, I’ll be posting the first article in this series on Friday - it’ll be about the Minimal Traditional style and how it has manifested itself in housing since the 1920s!
I hope you all enjoy this new series as much as I will!
It all started on a tiny little island in the middle of nowhere. Hunk was used to routine, of having a set schedule each and every day with little variation unless he actively sought it out. Ever since his parents had gone off to travel, and he’d lost his friend, Lance, to the sea— he had been alone.
All it took was accidentally stumbling upon a pirate ship to change his entire life. For better or worse, as the saying goes.
There was more here for him, in terms of people and excitement, than whatever was waiting for him back on the island.
He squared his shoulders, folding his hands across his belly as he came to his decision; one brasher than he’d ever had before.
“I’d like to stay.”
Ta-da! It’s the pirate AU i’ve been talking about for YEARS!!! its HERE!!!
The first two chapters are short compared to literally every other chapter, but I hope you all will join me on this wild ride that are these fic is,,,
Hunk awoke to the harsh rain banging against the glass of his windows, threatening to burst through and slice him with sharp winds.
After shaking off his sleep and slipping into some houseshoes, he began to tack up his usual method of protection from the angry nature. A plastic sheet on each window, in case they broke, secured with a few nails hammered into place. He’d need to repair the holes later on.
That was the least of his worries, though. His roof was old and in desperate need of a repair that he’d put off since the last autumn. Now, it was leaking cold water all across his home, and he didn’t have enough bowls to catch the water that sprinkled across his bed, let alone the entire house.
He heaved a heavy sigh and began to lay out every blanket he owned to suck up the water, choosing to cover his favorite, plush loveseat first and foremost. Out of everything he owned, he’d hate to throw it because of water damage.
In the end, he didn’t have enough blankets to cover the rest of his kitchen, but that would be fine. The tile would just need to be wiped down and dried to fight against mildew. His carpet, on the other hand, would mold even if someone sneezed on it. That he covered liberally, and added a few more plastic sheets, just to err on the side of caution.
Hours later, the sun peaked through the clouds to gaze down upon the damage that had rained upon them. The town took that as their collective cue to lay out their moistened belongings, including their own bodies. Everything was laid out to air dry under the sun’s kind heat, and soon Hunk could hear the sound of an impromptu party as his neighbors shared food and brought their children over to play in their backyards, while they waited for their homes to dry.
Hunk tossed his blankets onto the back porch, shaking and wringing out the water as best he could with just his bare hands. They lined the wooden handrails until there was no room left, and Hunk laid the rest across his fence.
It always grew awfully humid in his home after every rain, so he left all of his (thankfully unbroken) windows cracked open, along with both his front and back door.
Once all of the blankets were laid out, and the buckets and bowls had been emptied of their pools of rain, Hunk stretched his arms up into the sky until his back cracked.
It would be an arduous process to clean his house as he usually did after a heavy rain. Today, of all days, he was feeling particularly lazy, though.
So, instead of doing the responsible thing that was to clean his entire home top to bottom and sweep out the sand and salt that had built up, he decided that he’d take a walk along the beach instead. It would give him ample time to relax and take in the day while he waited for the walls to dry, anyway.
The air seemed to be calling him, that morning. It never did that before.
Author’s Note: So, I decided to write this based on a few gifs I saw from season four and here we are. I’ve gotten advice from Mal and Cat to make this into a mini series and that’s what I’m doing! P.S. Dave should be up soon for Dave week! P.P.S. I couldn’t wait until next week to post this :( Thanks to my hoe @mf-despair-queen for proofreading this for meeeee. Love her.
Warnings: Just some cuss words, nothing too bad. Also short. Oops
A/N: this is the first Sebastian imagine that I’ve done! Ironic, huh? Sorry it’s short! Hope y’all enjoy!
Your morning was a blur, you awoke to check your phone only to see your Instagram had completely exploded. You jumped from 400 followers to 20,000 overnight and you knew exactly why.
“Sebastian Stan you better get your ass into the bedroom right now!” You screamed, staring at the picture you were tagged in by Sebastian. It showed the picture that had been his lockscreen for weeks, with you smiling into the camera as he rested his chin ever-so-lightly in the crook of your neck. His arms were wrapped around your waist and his eyes were lit up by a grin.
You heard feet pad quickly up the stairs, only to have a sheepish Sebastian standing in the doorway.
There was a reason you were fuming. The two of you hadn’t announced your relationship even though it had been a year. He was keen on being quiet about it which you obviously didn’t mind one bit. You weren’t ready to announce it, but he was, so he did.
“I can’t- I literally cannot believe you did this!” You felt as though you were steaming out of your ears.
He shrugged nervously, “It’s a really cute picture, I couldn’t resist.”
“Did you really have to post it? Honestly? At this fucking time?!”
Sebastian sighed, coming into the room and sitting on the edge of the bed, “You really thought that we could do this forever? We’ve had a lot of close calls.”
“I just-” you looked at your phone again, suddenly admiring the picture, “I guess it’s fine. I just didn’t expect this much attention from it.”
He smiled, “It’ll be fine, babe. I promise.”
You leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.
You wished you had gotten a bit more of a notice but it had to happen eventually. Most of the comments were positive which you were thankful for, but you still wanted to prepare yourself.
Sebastian kissed your cheek, “Now, let’s go to breakfast. At a real restaurant this time.”
You pulled him by his neck back down to you, your lips connecting once again. “You’re paying.”
You pulled away completely from him, giggling and rushing to the shower.