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trevor is a god amongst men, much like hozier.

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so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

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i’m fucking sick of sexist doctors

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send in requests pls

i need some inspiration and i’m so in the mood for writing after getting 2 distinctions in a row on a couple of essays (not to brag ;))

send in one shot requests, drabble requests etc pls i would love some ideas

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the duality of man

I have trust issues

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would anyone want me to make a part two to this? or at least make it a full length one shot of some kind?

@lustremyg skjskjsks this was so fun to writing even if it is a lil cruddy. hope u enjoy !

You drag the number one size brush across the canvas to create the brow hair strokes of your model.

“If you take each individual hair in the direction of its growth and follow it, you’ll create a realistic brow shape,” Your students follow along in awe of your own work.

As they all concentrate thoroughly on their own canvases, you notice a mop of unfamiliar coloured hair in the back corner. A new student? As teacherly as you can muster, you wander around the small studio to take a look at their work so far. And also to satisfy your curiosity of who’s body those illuminating blue tussles belong to.

You had to say, your students were so talented and you hardly believed that was because you showed them how to flick a paintbrush onto some paper. As you make your way to the back, you see the blue hair beckoning you, and it leads you to a man you make a guess at being the same age as you (a respectable 23 years old) with deeply corrugated brows and a hint of a tongue poking cutely out the side of his mouth. It brought a small, secret smile to your own lips. You recognised that face as a look of immersive concentration.

Glancing at his canvas, you peaked at the progress he had made. His interpretation of the model was not what you had taught, instead leaps and bounds outside the basics you taught. His work had its own signature to it, you could hardly express his unique style in your own words.

As if only just noticing your peering, the new boy whipped his head around to you, albeit a little bashfully, at the thought of you examining his art.

“I’m sorry that it’s so off piste,” He sheepishly chuckles and scratches his neck, “I think i just got a little carried away.”

“Gosh you shouldn’t apologise! It’s very wonderful, uhh,” It was your turn to look sheepish as you didn’t even know this beautiful newbie’s name.

“Taehyung. Friends call me Tae,” He gives you a, for lack of a better word, boxy smile, “I’m a huge admirer of your art, I’ve been to many exhibitions of yours!”

You blush, not all that accustomed to flattery, “Thank you, it’s lovely to here i have fans, I often forget that there are others who get to see my work sometimes.”

“I try not to miss any new exhibits in the city of yours, and then I saw the flyer for your art class and just had to come. It’s very informative.”

Your mind felt as though it could explode at all of the praise. But just as you had thought you’d reached the end of your capacity, he goes on, “But i’m surprised your not the model for this sort of art.”

You gasped in a sharp breath, hoping he couldn’t hear your shock. You attempted meagrely to brush it off as a friendly compliment, “Well as my mother used to say “Always the artwork, never the art!””

Candidly, you had always seen your features as a little- odd. Your nose not quite perfect, eyes almost the wrong size, lips a tiny bit crooked. That’s not to say they weren’t attractive, they just weren’t conventional. Not enough to be considered beautiful anyway. But it wasn’t something you pitied about yourself, you appreciated the world of beauty you lived in surrounded by art, and you knew in yourself that you had a good heart and a kind soul and that was enough to help you sleep at night.

“That’s baloney. You’re so interesting to look at. I would love to paint you,” Taehyung’s big brown eyes seemed transfixed on your own, as if magnetically drawn. Usually if any guy complimented you like this, you’d feel nauseous. But Taehyung’s felt so genuine, you kept hoping he’d keep saying more.

“I’ve never been painted before.”

“I can totally see you as my art,” His face was so serious, so sincere, you could’ve have practically yelled “YES!” in his face.

“Well it would be nice to be the one sat i the middle of the room and not at the sidelines behind an easel for once,” You chuckled, attempting to feel less nervous. Taehyung’s wide smile graced your vision again, and his face almost seemed surreal to you. But you were grounded by a cough from behind you. You turned and realised the whole class had gone silent and were waiting patiently for you.

You dashed back to your lead spot at the front of the class, cheeks warm.

“And now the eyes-“

Once the main features had been mapped out with minimal lines and paint, you dismissed the class and thanked them for all their hard work. You appreciated each individual artists dedication to their work wholeheartedly and made sure they knew that.

Taehyung was last to pack up, still carefully wiping his brushes down.

“It’s a little gross, but it helps if you lick them.”

“You’re very right, that is gross.”

You laugh, coming over to his stool, “I promise it’s worth it. I’ll show you.”

Without much hesitation, you take his daintiest number one brush and placed it in your mouth. Very lightly, you licked the bristles into a straight point, “You see? The saliva helps sort of glue them in place so they keep their sharpness, my high school art teacher taught m-“

You trailed off as you saw the awestruck look on Taehyung’s soft face, mouth slightly ajar.

“Right- thank you. That’s a good tip,” he could hardly meet your eyes.

“Sorry i know it’s a little odd but it has surprising results.”

“No no! It’s not that odd, I really appreciate tips like that. I’m still new to the skill sets of an artist.”

“Well that’s what I’m here for.”

The room went quiet, although you didn’t find yourself feeling all that uncomfortable in it.

“Thank yo-“ You both start but find yourselves laughing at one another.

Taehyung smiles, “You first.”

“I was just going to say thank you for coming today.” And for all the lovely flattery.

“It was my pleasure! Thank you for your artistic wisdom, you’ve been a big inspiration to my art,” He zips up his back pack, and you peak at what you assume is his sketchbook.

“It was lovely to see the face behind all the art i’ve admired for so long.”

Before even being given a chance to digest yet another appraisal, he does something far off the spectrum of unexpected- he places a kiss on your cheek. You could feel your cheek heat up on immediate impact, “Yes of course, um, thank you uh, again.”

With that, he chuckles, chucks his bag over his shoulder and walks off, his step springy.

Clutching your cheek whilst still in shock, you glance it his easel and notice a piece of watercolour paper with a scribble of words and a number on it.

Call me when your free to be my art.

Tae X.

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i wrote half an essay in 20mins today when it’s not even due for another 4 weeks, reblog this to have a productivity lightning bolt strike you like it did me today

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@lustremyg skjskjsks this was so fun to write even if it is a lil cruddy. hope u enjoy !

You drag the number one size brush across the canvas to create the brow hair strokes of your model.

“If you take each individual hair in the direction of its growth and follow it, you’ll create a realistic brow shape,” Your students follow along in awe of your own work.

As they all concentrate thoroughly on their own canvases, you notice a mop of unfamiliar coloured hair in the back corner. A new student? As teacherly as you can muster, you wander around the small studio to take a look at their work so far. And also to satisfy your curiosity of who’s body those illuminating blue tussles belong to.

You had to say, your students were so talented and you hardly believed that was because you showed them how to flick a paintbrush onto some paper. As you make your way to the back, you see the blue hair beckoning you, and it leads you to a man you make a guess at being the same age as you (a respectable 23 years old) with deeply corrugated brows and a hint of a tongue poking cutely out the side of his mouth. It brought a small, secret smile to your own lips. You recognised that face as a look of immersive concentration.

Glancing at his canvas, you peaked at the progress he had made. His interpretation of the model was not what you had taught, instead leaps and bounds outside the basics you taught. His work had its own signature to it, you could hardly express his unique style in your own words.

As if only just noticing your peering, the new boy whipped his head around to you, albeit a little bashfully, at the thought of you examining his art.

“I’m sorry that it’s so off piste,” He sheepishly chuckles and scratches his neck, “I think i just got a little carried away.”

“Gosh you shouldn’t apologise! It’s very wonderful, uhh,” It was your turn to look sheepish as you didn’t even know this beautiful newbie’s name.

“Taehyung. Friends call me Tae,” He gives you a, for lack of a better word, boxy smile, “I’m a huge admirer of your art, I’ve been to many exhibitions of yours!”

You blush, not all that accustomed to flattery, “Thank you, it’s lovely to here i have fans, I often forget that there are others who get to see my work sometimes.”

“I try not to miss any new exhibits in the city of yours, and then I saw the flyer for your art class and just had to come. It’s very informative.”

Your mind felt as though it could explode at all of the praise. But just as you had thought you’d reached the end of your capacity, he goes on, “But i’m surprised your not the model for this sort of art.”

You gasped in a sharp breath, hoping he couldn’t hear your shock. You attempted meagrely to brush it off as a friendly compliment, “Well as my mother used to say “Always the artwork, never the art!””

Candidly, you had always seen your features as a little- odd. Your nose not quite perfect, eyes almost the wrong size, lips a tiny bit crooked. That’s not to say they weren’t attractive, they just weren’t conventional. Not enough to be considered beautiful anyway. But it wasn’t something you pitied about yourself, you appreciated the world of beauty you lived in surrounded by art, and you knew in yourself that you had a good heart and a kind soul and that was enough to help you sleep at night.

“That’s baloney. You’re so interesting to look at. I would love to paint you,” Taehyung’s big brown eyes seemed transfixed on your own, as if magnetically drawn. Usually if any guy complimented you like this, you’d feel nauseous. But Taehyung’s felt so genuine, you kept hoping he’d keep saying more.

“I’ve never been painted before.”

“I can totally see you as my art,” His face was so serious, so sincere, you could’ve have practically yelled “YES!” in his face.

“Well it would be nice to be the one sat i the middle of the room and not at the sidelines behind an easel for once,” You chuckled, attempting to feel less nervous. Taehyung’s wide smile graced your vision again, and his face almost seemed surreal to you. But you were grounded by a cough from behind you. You turned and realised the whole class had gone silent and were waiting patiently for you.

You dashed back to your lead spot at the front of the class, cheeks warm.

“And now the eyes-“

Once the main features had been mapped out with minimal lines and paint, you dismissed the class and thanked them for all their hard work. You appreciated each individual artists dedication to their work wholeheartedly and made sure they knew that.

Taehyung was last to pack up, still carefully wiping his brushes down.

“It’s a little gross, but it helps if you lick them.”

“You’re very right, that is gross.”

You laugh, coming over to his stool, “I promise it’s worth it. I’ll show you.”

Without much hesitation, you take his daintiest number one brush and placed it in your mouth. Very lightly, you licked the bristles into a straight point, “You see? The saliva helps sort of glue them in place so they keep their sharpness, my high school art teacher taught m-“

You trailed off as you saw the awestruck look on Taehyung’s soft face, mouth slightly ajar.

“Right- thank you. That’s a good tip,” he could hardly meet your eyes.

“Sorry i know it’s a little odd but it has surprising results.”

“No no! It’s not that odd, I really appreciate tips like that. I’m still new to the skill sets of an artist.”

“Well that’s what I’m here for.”

The room went quiet, although you didn’t find yourself feeling all that uncomfortable in it.

“Thank yo-“ You both start but find yourselves laughing at one another.

Taehyung smiles, “You first.”

“I was just going to say thank you for coming today.” And for all the lovely flattery.

“It was my pleasure! Thank you for your artistic wisdom, you’ve been a big inspiration to my art,” He zips up his back pack, and you peak at what you assume is his sketchbook.

“It was lovely to see the face behind all the art i’ve admired for so long.”

Before even being given a chance to digest yet another appraisal, he does something far off the spectrum of unexpected- he places a kiss on your cheek. You could feel your cheek heat up on immediate impact, “Yes of course, um, thank you uh, again.”

With that, he chuckles, chucks his bag over his shoulder and walks off, his step springy.

Clutching your cheek whilst still in shock, you glance it his easel and notice a piece of watercolour paper with a scribble of words and a number on it.

Call me when your free to be my art.

Tae X.

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i keep thinking about a drabble where you own a little art studio and you teach classes from time to time, and taehyung comes to one of them and then you start talking idk some cute shit like that i- 💌

omg why does literally everyone come up with better ideas than me sksksks this sounds adorable i can’t wait

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oh my gosh

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Can I please have a Drabble with Joon where you’re both caring for your baby🤧 thank you💛

that is the cutest i want Joon to father my children pls

anyway here u go! my fluff writing needs some work bc i’m a bit of an iced bitch at heart but this concept really melted it

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The piercing shrieks of your awoken baby woke you up from your near-finished dream. The green buzz of the clock next to you read “2:24 am” in digits. Your husbands grumbles vibrates against the mattress you shared. Shuffling around a bit, you see Namjoon pull a pillow over his head, letting out a groan in tiredness.

Sighing, you mumble to yourself, “I’ll go then.”

You shuffle in a half asleep daze to the cot at the end of your bed, yawning as you approach the little one’s cries.

“Hey shhh, Tiny,” You quietly coo at your baby, “Momma’s here now.”

You gently pick up the chubby baby, cries already softening just at your maternal touch. Placing her in your cradled arms, you delicately rock her back and forth until her high pitch snivels returned again to peaceful silence. Her mouth had surrounded your little finger as a makeshift pacifier, not ideal but you could hardly complain at such an adorable sight. You stared at her soft, innocent face and fell in love all over again with the beautiful creation you and Joon had made.

Speak of the devil, you believed your husband had slyly managed to sleep through yet another disruption in the middle of the night, but when you felt his toasty, bed-warmed arms snake around your waist, you wistfully smiled to yourself, humming in comfortable delight against the cozy expanse of Namjoon’s wise chest.

“I would’ve gotten up,” He whispers directly into your ear, “But watching you cradle her is too good to miss.”

Turning to face him, baby still in arms, you display her endearing features to Namjoon as if it’s the first time he’s ever seen her asleep. He simply grins up at you in a silent agreement of “I know, she’s gorgeous”.

Joon puts his arms out greedily to hold her too and carefully, you place her in his big, inviting arms, wishing he could cuddle you also. However, sleep is beginning to take its own selfish priority as you let out a wide yawn.

“Go back to bed, Boo,” He nudges you whilst using your oldest pet name, “I got it from here.”

You smile at him, wondering for what felt like the hundredth time how you ended up in such a gloriously content life with a husband like Joon.

“Thanks babe,” you kiss his cheek with little effort, “You’re the best.”

You give the little babe in his arms a tiny, barely touching peck on her forehead, before crawling back into your side of the bed and almost instantly falling back asleep, a smile gracing your lips as you fade.

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hi! i wanna become active again as a writer, so please send me any requests for any kind of drabbles

ella xoxo

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But First,… | jjk POV

“Falling in love is very real, but I used to shake my head when people talked about soul mates, poor deluded individuals grasping at some supernatural ideal not intended for mortals but sounded pretty in a poetry book. Then, we met, and everything changed. The cynic has become the converted, the sceptic, an ardent zealot.” ― E.A. Bucchianeri

➭ Jungkook didn’t believe in love at first sight. He believed in moments. This is series of drabbles that record those moments that made him question everything he ever believed in.

↳ First Sighting, First Meeting, First Words, First Touch, First Kiss, First Promise, First Night (m)

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Hereditary Star Alex Wolff Smashes Plates and Blows off Steam at the Collider Studio

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cube it’s all your fault i’m just saying

interesting

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Deadly Hips.