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Alola! Pokémon Sun and Moon are officially released today!

Happy Birthday, Tooru…


Because stargazing is a Birthday tradition with them. And noone can convince me otherwise. Also: more gentle Iwa… <3

Yes yes… my first year in this fandom, I went with the traditional Oikawa birthday theme. (◡‿◡✿) … just because.
I am NOT too late… somewhere in the world it’s still the 20th…. *flails*

OKAY SO the basic gist of this blog’s canon divergence that I said a day or two ago that I was making official is that the entire events surrounding Galuna Island are completely different on here. Instead of being the villain, Lyon had traveled for months on end after Ur’s death until he came to Margaret Town, where he was found on the brink of starvation and death by Jura. He was then taken in as a member of Lamia Scale and became an S-Class wizard after years of working himself down to the bone to forget his grief over Ur’s passing. When word reached Margaret Town that sailors refused to fish in or go near the waters surrounding the cursed Galuna Island, he was sent along with Yuka, Toby and Sherry to investigate by Ooba Babasaama. 

It was a cult of Zeref’s worshipers led by Zalty/Ultear that was trying to resurrect the demon Deliora, and when the two mage groups stumbled across one another, it was because of Lyon’s intense animosity towards Gray over what happened with Ur that the Lamia Scale and Fairy Tail members did not immediately work together, instead breaking up to each handle the problem in their own way. Zalty spied on the Lamia Scale members while they were forming a plan, and was able to defeat them because of that. 

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Damn Stool

Yes okay the picture is bad but the point is Yoongi looks slightly official and Jimin is clinging to him.

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“I hate tall people.  I hate tall people everywhere.  I hate tall people in offices, I hate tall people as my roommate (fucking Taehyung), and most of all” Jimin grunted as he shifted his body weight to an even more uncomfortable position “I hate every single goddamn tall person who has ever worked at this godforsaken grocery store.”

He gasped quietly from over-exertion as he settled back down on his feet, an exasperated sigh leaving his mouth and sucking all the fight out of him.  He was so done.  Done with this entire thing.  Jimin swore to god the next paycheck he got was being spent on 4-inch thick insoles because he never wanted to go through this again.

Every single time he had to get something from the tall shelves at the small, family-owned grocery store that he worked at, he wanted to scream.  He was not made for this!  He, Park Jimin, standing at 177 cm, was not made to reach things on shelves that reached heights of 210 cm!  This was not the way of the world!

Working at Min’s Meat & More (we have everything you need – and more!) was supposed to be an easy side job to pay for his simple meals of instant ramen and any damage one Kim Taehyung caused to their apartment.  It was not supposed to be the source of all his stress in life.

However, when he had been told to take over the late-night stocking shift, his employer (who hadn’t even bothered to tell him in person, instead choosing to hid behind an carefully formal e-mail) had failed to mention that he would spend half of his shift struggling to push boxes onto shelves that were even higher than the grades he was expected to achieve.  

“Sounds like some kind of deep shit Tae would say after hitting up a blunt.”  He muttered, regretting that last thought the second it crossed his mind.  Taehyung high was not something he ever wanted to see again – or hear, because wow he did not know that microwaves could make that kind of sound but putting both Jimins sweatbands and Taehyungs rubber duckin one and turning it up to see how long it would take to ‘make the ducky swim in Jimins sweat’ would wrench that kind of noise from anything.

“Fucking Taehyung.”  He groaned, rolling his muscles in an attempt to get himself worked up enough to shift the next box onto the shelf.

“Who’s Taehyung?”  A rough voice asked, the sound scaring Jimin almost as much as that time he caught Namjoon getting off to pictures of Converse.

“Holy shit!”  He jumped, turning to the source of the voice beside him, almost falling over in surprise when he saw who had uttered the question.

The guy was pretty.  Like, seriously pretty.  He had pale skin, creamy and really soft looking, with sleepy brown eyes and a mouth that curled just the tiniest bit in the corners, his delicate features making him look almost like a fairy out of some fantastical story.  Not to mention the messy, light pink hair, swept under a beanie but showing just enough that the tips of his ears peeked out and damn if ears could be considered attractive, this man was attractive as all get out.

Realizing that he had been staring for longer than was considered socially acceptable (thanks to a light cough and small smirk from the stranger) he straightened up and fixed a smile on his face.

“I’m sorry sir, but we are past closing hours.  You can come back tomorrow – we open at 7 and close at 9!”  He stated cheerfully.  No matter how cute this guys was, he was not getting fired because some random guy managed to get inside their grocery store past hours.  

Wait, what?  “Um, sir, how did you get in?”  He asked, immediately disregarding the mans lack of response to his previous question in light of his new discovery.

The man just smirked, his eyes twinkling.  “Do you need a little help with that?”  He nodded at the boxes in Jimin’s cart – obviously he had been there when Jimin was struggling with the height of the shelf.

Jimin bristled with both his ignorance of Jimin’s question and the implied insult to Jimin’s height.  He drew himself up, feeling his face flushing and hoping that the storeroom was dark enough to hide it.  “I don’t need any help.  And even if I did, you wouldn’t be much help.  You don’t even look that much taller than me.”  A frown drew itself across his face – he didn’t normally get this mad, but his height was not something to joke about.

The man’s smirk deepened.  “That’s hyung to you.  And I’ll bet I can get that box up there in half the time it took you.”  He crossed his arms, waiting for Jimin to retaliate.

“You don’t even look older than me, hyung. And it’s a deal.”  He stuck his hand out firmly, a sneer of his own stuck on his face.  He was pretty sure that this delicate woodland elf wasn’t going to be able to lift the box up from the cart, let alone over his head and onto a shelf much taller than him.

The man shook his hand, and Jimin blushed even harder with the contact, yanking his hand away before he could get lost in the feeling.

“You’re up.”  He said, stepping back and briefly wondering why he was challenging a stranger in a dark warehouse in the middle of the night, but the thought was lost in his confusion as he watched the man bend down and rummage in the dark space underneath the shelf.

Jimin snorted.  “What’re you doing?  The shelf’s up there.”  This entire thing was a lau-

His jaw dropped as he watched the stranger pull out a stool from underneath the shelving unit and easily transfer a box from the cart to the shelf.

“O-oh my god.”  He pouted as soon as he realized that he had been tricked.  “You cheater!”

The guy was practically in tears laughing so hard.  If Jimin hadn’t been so mad at him he would’ve thought his gummy smile and crescent eyes were cute.

“You are SUCH a cheater!  I can’t believe you!”  Jimin was actually less upset about the fact that he had lost and more by the fact that he had been struggling for the past 2 months when that stupid little stool had been hiding there the entire time.

“I didn’t cheat!  I won fair and square, and now I you have to pay up.”  Mister Evil, as Jimin had named him, had straightened up from clutching his stomach and was now looking at Jimin expectantly.

“W-what?! We didn’t even agree on anything!” Jimin flushed as he realized he didn’t even have his wallet on him.  ‘Genius.  Just embarrass yourself even more.’

“Actually, we shook on it.  So now you HAVE to do what I say.”  Jimin was too busy mentally berating himself to notice how close Mister Evil was, his head snapping up when he heard his voice again, this time close enough to feel his breath curling around him.

He only looked up in time to see a split second of Mister Evil’s grinning face before he was kissing him.  His lips were soft, the edges slightly chapped as they pressed against his.  He could feel Mister Evil’s hand coming up to cup his cheek, deepening the kiss but only slightly.  It was sweet and soft, and Jimin found himself leaning forward after the other man had pulled away.

He was wearing a self-satisfied smirk as he looked at Jimin, his hand still resting by his cheek, and Jimin could only blurt out a bewildered “What?”

“That was the bet.  I won, so you had to give me what I wanted.”  The man said, finally stepping back to look at Jimin, a careful look hiding from beneath his laughing gaze.  “I wanted a kiss.”

“I-I … well.  That was nice, but I don’t even know your name.”  He sighed, accepting that this guy was very cute and that Jimin was very okay with being kissed by him.  He figured that if that was going to happen a lot, he might as well get this guy’s name.

And there was the cute smile again, his gums peeking out from just underneath the curl of his lips.  “I’m Yoongi, but everybody just calls me Suga.”

“Sugar?” Jimin teased, having forgotten all about his anger now – the kiss and the comfort of being in the company of this ‘Suga’ was strangely familiar, and he had settled into the state of mind that he only slipped into when he was around his closest friends.

“No, brat.” Yoongi reached over to swat the back of his head, the action almost too friendly considering that they had just kissed. “Suga.  You better learn it.  It’s not nice to forget your date’s name.”

“Yeah, okay.  All you did was pull a stool out of your sleeve and suddenly I’m supposed to date you?” Jimin paused.  “Actually, how did you know the stool was there?”

“Uh.” Yoongi shifted his weight, smiling a bit before looking Jimin in the eye and saying “Well, I kinda put it there.”

“What? When?  Only employees can get in here.”  Jimin was suddenly very confused.  He knew all the employees here – he would’ve remembered someone as cute as Yoongi.

“Yeah. I mean, technically I don’t count as an employee, but I still have the key.”  He replied, the beginnings of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“Ummm… should I be reporting you to Mr. Min?”  Jimin had never actually met the boss but he figured that he was the best figure of authority he could threaten this Yoongi character with.

And suddenly Yoongi was laughing ridiculously hard again, doubling over as he wiped fake tears from his eyes.  “O-oh my god.  Are you serious?  You really don’t know?”

“What do you mean ‘I don’t know’ what do I not know?”  Jimin was panicking.  He felt like there was a hidden camera somewhere.

“I’m sorry. I should’ve introduced myself properly.” Yoongi extended his hand to Jimin, a broad smile spreading across his face.  “I’m Min Yoongi, founder of ‘Min’s Meat & More’.”

“Fuck.” Were the only words out of his mouth as he stared at the cute boy in front of him.  “Fuck.  I’m so sorry sir, I didn’t mean to kiss you, please don’t fire me.”

“Woah woah, calm down, I’m not going to fire you.  Besides, I kissed you.”  Yoongi – Mr. Min – he corrected himself, slung an arm around Jimin’s shoulders.  “But I mean, if you really want to make it up to me, you can go for coffee with me after your shift tomorrow.”

“Hyung~ Really?”  And Jimin was happy-go-lucky once more, wrapping his arms around Yoongi’s middle and looking up at him hopefully.  “Are you buying?”

“First I pay you for working at my store and now you want me to pay for your food too?” Yoongi scoffed.  “Brat.  Maybe I should just fire you.”

“But hyung~” Jimin cuddled into Yoongi’s side.  “You love me~”

“I regret it.  Go back to work.”  Yoongi said, shoving Jimin off of him and pressing a quick kiss to his cheek before sauntering away, weaving through the shelves with a practiced precision.

“Bye hyung~”  He called out cheerily, turning back to his boxes after a cheery wave in Yoongi’s direction.

He took one look around and almost cried.

Yoongi had taken the stool with him.

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Ye okay so this is my first post on here.  I hope you guys enjoy it.  I feel like I kind of botched up Jimin’s character, but anyways.

God, I have officially witnessed this in two separate fandoms and it’s getting really old so I’m just going to spell this out.

You. Don’t. Patronize. Marginalized. Groups. When. They. Speak. Out. Against. Their. Bullies.

Is Hollstein a queer ship? Yes. Are its shippers the vast majority of the fandom? Yes.

Is Hollence a popular ship? No. Is it even safe for Hollence shippers to even go into their ship’s tag for fear of seeing multiple posts on every page full of hate? No. Is it also a queer ship? You bet it is.

If you’re a multi-shipper, that is fine and dandy. But do NOT come at Hollence shippers telling them to play nice when they are just speaking out against the people who have gotten away with constant bullying for far too long.

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