#i also might post my grad cap it took me like 4 hours to do all together

[professorxsmokesweed]

if anyones wondering where i disappeared i graduated, my sister also graduated, and then i had my wisdom teeth removed in very quick succession

[samingtonwilson]

Relationship Tutor: (4) Social Psychology

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Summary: College AU. Bucky, a relationship novice, asks for your help in dating your friend. Unable to say no to him, you agree despite everyone and everything telling you not to.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: language, alcohol 

A/N: sometimes when i write these author’s notes i picture my voice coming across like how the adults sound in peanuts cartoons. look how pretty he is in that gif. also, this is one of my favorite parts by FAR.

Two hours into the party, you found yourself seated atop the kitchen counter pouring a good amount of gin into yet another sixteen-ounce bottle of pressed juice— this odd mixture of pineapple, apple, cucumber, celery, lemon, and Bombay Sapphire becoming your fifth drink in total.

It wasn’t that you prefered natural pressed juice to the sugary goodness that came from the supermarket-brand artificial excuse for fruit juice, it was a sorry attempt at redemption in the name of health. Sure, you were drowning your liver in more gin than necessary by any means— but you were mixing it with juice loaded in vitamins and minerals! Plus, the gin was brand-named— so you felt expensive while taking down sip after sip.

You swung your legs and leant the back of your head against a high cabinet, humming along to whatever song Sam’s playlist skipped to. Just as your eyes were beginning to slip shut, you heard your name being called loudly and snapped up straight with your eyes wide. “What? Who died?”

“Thankfully, no one,” Steve replied, grinning at you with an intensity that narrowed his baby blue eyes. “But the night is young and at least three cases of alcohol poisoning are imminent.”

“Wonderful,” you mumbled dryly. “The landlord will love that.”

He snorted and stood beside you so he could pick up a bottle of beer, popping the cap off as if it was the simplest task. “I’m guessing Wilson didn’t ask for your permission before throwing this little shindig.”

“When it comes to throwing parties, he never asks permission, only forgiveness.”

“S’poetic.”

“Thanks, I’m a big Langston Hughes fan and only want to do him proud.”

Another snort with an added roll of his eyes and Steve laughed. “There a reason you’re in here?”

“There are several reasons, actually.”

He waved his hand in an indication to proceed. “Do tell.”

You held up your index finger. “For one, the gin is in here.”

Steve’s lips fell into a frown of consideration and he briefly glanced at the kitchen’s entryway when Bucky walked in with a loud laugh leftover from his shouted conversation with Sam.

You smiled at Bucky briefly and looked at Steve once more to continue, holding up a second finger. “Two, food’s accessible in case I get hungry.” You held up a third finger. “And three, Tony’s in there.”

“Tony?” Bucky repeated questioningly, lifting a single dark eyebrow as he dumped an unnecessarily large amount of Jack Daniels into a stereotypical red Solo cup already filled halfway with Coca Cola. “That the Richie Rich grad student you hooked up with last year?”

“Last week is more like it,” Steve muttered into his bottle as he took a sip, wincing when you smacked his chest without much force. “What?”

You narrowed your eyes, pointedly looking away from Bucky as he stared at you. “How do you know about that, Rogers?”

“Your roommate is more loose-lipped than you think.”

“I’ll sew those lips shut,” you threatened emptily, frowning. “But, yes, Tony is the filthy rich grad student I hooked up with— and continue to hook-up with periodically. I haven’t replied to any of his texts and have been avoiding him like the plague but Sam’s got this ridiculous crush on him probably motivated by his net worth.”

Bucky snorted. “The guy’s a tool. Keep avoiding him.”

“He’s a good lay, though. He does this thing with his hips—”

“Jesus, Y/N.”

You smiled innocently and shrugged, bringing your juice bottle to your lips. “Whoops.”

Steve spoke to the two of you for only a few more minutes, pulled into the living room by Sam and Clint, a friend of theirs. He left you and Bucky in the kitchen alone, a few straggling party-goers filtering through just to refill their drinks.

Bucky held his hand out to retrieve your bottle from you, grimacing exaggeratedly upon taking an experimental sip. “What the hell is that?”

“Gin and pressed juice,” you replied, laughing and catching the bottle when he threw it back to you. “I needed some sort of concession in the name of health.”

He smirked and shook his head once in amusement. “You could just not drink.”

“You could just shut the hell up, yet here you are.”

He sighed heavily. “The love in this friendship is almost palpable, isn’t it?”

You laughed openly and covered your lips with your hand to muffle any sort of unflattering snorts or hiccups that might slip through, alcohol spiking your whooshing blood almost overwhelmingly.

He joined you in laughing and set a hand on your knee, the warmth of which managed to seep through your jeans and practically ignite over your skin.

You placed your elbow on his shoulder, looking away from the eyes that shined into yours to glance over the crowd of people cheering and jumping when the song changed. “God, I’m never getting my deposit back.”

“You kissed that thing goodbye the instant Wilson moved in.”

“S’what I get for helping a friend in need,” you said with a click of your tongue. “Kindness never pays. I’m almost certain this whole thing I’m doing for you with Natasha is gonna bite me in the ass soon enough.”

“I’d rather have that biting you in the ass than Tony fuckin’ Stark.”

“How’d you know he did that?” you asked, bursting into laughter the moment Bucky’s features twisted in disgust.

After a few seconds you found it difficult to breathe through the laughter, Bucky’s disgust and the gin coursing through you doing you no favors. Eventually, though, he began to laugh as well, slate blue gaze unwaveringly on you and hands still warm against your jeans.

It took the clicking of boots flowing over the music to tear your eyes from him, your smile faltering and growing tight at the sight of Natasha.

You cleared your throat and took your arm from Bucky’s shoulder, setting your bottle aside so you could gesture dramatically towards Natasha. “Nat’s here!”

“How low’s your tolerance, babe?”

You tilted your head. “Honestly, pretty damn low. You look beautiful as usual. It’s annoying.”

Natasha’s smile shifted into a smirk, her fingers tucking a wayward red curl behind her ear. She crossed her arms over her chest as she looked you over. “How do you think I feel whenever I look at you?”

You frowned and lifted an eyebrow, visibly impressed. “Damn, I might just date you myself.”

She shrugged a shoulder, smiling politely at Bucky and grabbing her own red cup. “All you have to do is ask.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

You were taking a sip when Bucky nudged your ribs with his elbow, the alcohol hitching in your throat so you coughed and sputtered. “What?” you whisper-yelled, glaring at him.

He motioned to Natasha with his eyes pointedly, lifting his eyebrows each time he did so.

You nodded with a thumb’s-up and winked before calling out, “Nat!”

She jumped at your volume, laughing to herself as she screwed the cap back onto a bottle of Bacardi. “Y/N!”

“How’ve you been lately? You been good?”

She nodded slowly, smiling as she did so. “Not much has changed since we saw each other yesterday. How about you? Have you been well?”

“Oh, Miss Grammar over here,” you murmured into your bottle almost inaudibly, not answering her question in the least. “I heard Wanda’s cat got into your laundry again.”

“Wanda tell you that?” she asked, sighing when you nodded in confirmation. “That damn cat tore my favorite sweater to shreds and all my leggings are covered in hair.”

“Wanda is Natasha’s roommate,” you told Bucky, narrowing your eyes at him. “Her cat is this overweight, angry grey lump— kinda like the one you said your sister has.”

He scowled at the cat’s mentioning. “Fuck that cat, dude. I can’t wear black around that thing.”

“I can’t sit on the couch in peace!” Natasha complained, laughing when Bucky nodded vigorously in agreement. “I get up and all of my clothes are loaded.”

“Does the bastard scratch?”

She hummed, taking a long sip of her drink. “It thinks my legs are a scratching post.”

You reached into your pocket and busied yourself with your phone, organizing your apps and re-organizing them in a slightly successful attempt to block out Natasha and Bucky’s voices. You opened your text messages and scrolled through the myriad of unread messages, giving them all a light read, prior to finally opening the thread you had with Tony.

You couldn’t help your flattered smile when you counted the amount of messages he’d sent in an attempt to get together again, setting your bottle down beside you and squishing your bottom lip together between your index finger and thumb.

You kicked your legs absentmindedly as you typed a reply, releasing your lip only to bite down on it.

After what felt like milliseconds, you almost screamed out in frustration when the phone was snatched from your hands. “What the fuck?”

“Stop texting that tool, Y/N,” Bucky told you, glaring as he clicked the lock button on your phone and stuffed it into his own back pocket. “You can have that back when you know how to behave.”

“Good call,” Natasha complimented, the glint in her green eyes as she looked at Bucky making the heated blood in your body verge on boiling.

“I wasn’t texting anyone!”

He scoffed. “I know the face you make when sending out for a booty call.”

“First of all, don’t you ever say the words ‘booty call’ to me ever again.”

“Noted.”

“Secondly, I can send out for whatever I want! I’m single and cute. Back me up, Nat.”

She shook her head. “I’m with Barnes on this one.”

You mouthed Barnes to yourself and worked hard to keep the bile rising in your throat down.

“You are single and you’re much more than cute,” she continued. “But you can do better than someone you’ve been avoiding and only find appealing when drunk.”

“How d’you know I’m avoiding him?”

Bucky raised his hand. “It came up.”

“I came up? My sex life came up?”

Natasha smiled with a shake of her head and excused herself to use the bathroom, your eyes narrowing into the iciest glare you could muster the moment she was out of the kitchen and your fist ineffectually pounded against Bucky’s arm.

“Why were you talking about me?” you demanded between punches. “When I said common interests, I meant tennis or eighties music!”

He placed his cup atop the counter and took your fist in his warm hands, trying to hold you still. Grey-blue eyes bore into yours and his parted lips were so, so close to yours. “Stop.”

“Well, don’t talk about me.”

His long fingers wrapped around the circumference of your wrist and his other hand clasped your palm as if he was going to be arm wrestling you. “You were right here, it’s not like we were talking behind your back.”

“Still! You couldn’t have talked about something you both like? Something like a favorite writer, or musician, or artist. Why me?”

“We both like you,” he shrugged. “Liking you is something we have in common— talking about you came easily.”

You stared at him wordlessly, your eyebrows together as you traced his features with a soft gaze. It seemed to have a sobering effect on you.

His lips twisted up into a smile and he nodded upwards. He gave your hand a gentle squeeze. “‘Sides, we got tired of talking about cats, and transferring here, and that one art museum you dragged me to.”

“You love that museum more than I do.”

“Yeah, but I only ever went because you dragged me there.”

You felt a smile tugging at your lips as well, averting your gaze to watch as a girl dressed in burgundy leather leggings rummaged through your refrigerator.

Once she managed to find a bottle of water and stumbled back to the louder portion of the party, you lifted your hand to ruffle Bucky’s hair. “You establish common interests with her? Maybe some common friends aside from me?”

It took him a moment to respond, an adoring and indulgent gaze fixed on you until his fingers released you and he clutched his cup instead. “Common interests, yes.”

“There enough there for at least a degree of mutual understanding?”

He half-shrugged. “Maybe. S’hard to process all the information in this context with such little time.”

“Keep talking to her over the next few days then. She’s here enough, just find some way to bring up things you both like or hate.”

“She said she’s big believer in existing in silence,” he added, clearing his throat before polishing off his drink. “Like, just being around someone else, without talking and filling every silence, is enough to alleviate loneliness. Also said you taught her that term and the importance of the concept.”

“I am an excellent spiritual guide, James,” you joked, snorting when he delicately nudged you with his elbow. “I’m glad the two of you seem to have a connection.”

You were surprised at the ease with which the sentence left your lips. Not because you were shocked at your ability to lie, but because you were shocked at how much the revelation was the truth.

You wanted Natasha to like Bucky back. Though it made you a bit jealous and the rhythm behind your ribs had changed when Natasha affectionately called him by his last name, you genuinely wanted her to see Bucky the way he saw her.

Maybe it was because you liked the idea of two of your friends being happy together, maybe it was because you liked the idea of a friend getting to be with someone she liked. Or maybe it was the twisted comfort you felt at the thought that the guy who was your leather jacket, your object of affection, could be cared for just as well by someone else— someone he wanted.

He deserved that. He deserved to be wanted by someone he wanted, someone he saw in that light rather than by someone who was too timid, too unsure, too frightened to just admit their own feelings.

You’d justified your fear over the last year by telling yourself it made sense to prioritize friendship. Friendship was more permanent and peaceful, whereas love and its counterparts were rooted in passion and chaotic uncertainty. You had nothing to fear in friendship and the aching contents of your chest to lose in love.

He smiled and nodded. “Me, too.”

After a few seconds of a comfortable silence, he added, “You didn’t tell me she’s a dance major. And a literal ballerina.”

“I didn’t want you babbling about pirouettes like they mean anything to you other than those long rolled up cookies filled with chocolate.”

“Crack those suckers in half, toss ‘em in a bowl with some milk, and they’re also a breakfast cereal.”

You scowled. “Please leave my apartment.”

PART 5: INTRODUCTION TO HONESTY

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The Star & His First Love (pt 5)

Characters: EXO D.O./Kyungsoo + OC

Type: Fluff, a bit of angst

Length: 4.1K

Warning: Slight mention of accidents & illnesses

Whenever EXO goes on interviews and is asked about love, Doh Kyungsoo always gives the same, short, and vague answer. He only fell in love once, and he got rejected. Nothing more, nothing less.

Years later, he meets his first love, again.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 {Part 5} Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10

Part 5 - Dark, Cold, and Quiet

“Why did I forget my freaking jacket..” I mumbled to myself as a cold breeze hit me when I got out of my car. I forgot how close to the woods and mountains our old school was, making the wind colder than usual. Makes me miss the sunny California weather. 

I looked around and trees were surrounding me. It’s a rare sight compared to being in the city with a great deal of buildings around.

The driveway to the school gates still looked the same, although they added lamp posts. I managed to park my car near one. I couldn’t drive all the way to the gate itself because part of the road was being dug up and fixed. Still?

When I was in my first year of high school the road was also being dug up like this. I remembered riding a bike with Kyungsoo on our way to school. It had just stopped raining then. He was too busy talking to me that he didn’t notice he was pedaling towards a broken part of the road. Before I could warn him he fell of his bike and went straight to the edge. He wasn’t hurt, but his uniform was covered in dirt and mud when he stood up.

“Motherfucker!” he shouted.

That was the first time I heard him curse. It made me laugh so hard I also lost my balance while pedaling, and fell flat into the mud as well.

Let’s just say we both went to school looking like a mess. I can’t stop laughing at him and he kept laughing back at me as well.

I kept smiling to myself while walking, and as I neared the school I saw a man closing the gate, his back to me. When he finally turned around, I almost squealed.

“Jack!! Hey, Jack! Hey!!” I waved my hands frantically.

The man narrowed his eyes at me, and when I came closer, his face suddenly brightened. “By jove, is that really you Dana?”

“Yes!! It’s me, oh my god, how are you Jack?” I gave the man a tight hug and beamed at him. Jack was the security guard when I was in high school, from the photo I found in my room earlier. Kyungsoo and I were close to him back then. When we wanted to sneak out of school programs and activities, he would let us go without ratting us out. We were troublemakers, but Jack was very willing to go along with our antics.

“You’ve grown taller and you look elegant! Who knew the little rascal back then would grow up like this?” he chuckled, the laugh lines around his eyes looking prominent. That’s when I noticed the gray hairs peeking out from the newsboy cap he was wearing. I missed this man, he was like a father to Kyungsoo and me during high school.

“I can’t believe you’re still here! How are you and your wife?” I asked. When we graduated, he got engaged, but I had no more news after that.

“We’re doing well, and we have two kids now,” he said while taking out his wallet, showing me a photo of two cute kids who both looked about 9 years old, a boy and a girl. “They still in grade school, but they might study here when they’re in high school, of course.”

“They look lovely! The boy has your smiley eyes!”

“He looks a lot like me right? You know, he likes to cook and bake! It’s his favorite pastime!” he said while putting his wallet in his pocket, and said that his son reminded him of me when I was in high school, baking different kinds of pastries and giving most of them to him. “I told him that I was close with you when you were in high school. He couldn’t believe when I said you’re a famous chef now!”

“Come on Jack, I’m not really in that level yet!” I laughed while lightly nudging him.

“Ah, stop eating humble pie. But I’m still proud of whatever you’ve achieved. Speaking of which, you even have your face at the bulletin board of the main building!”

“My face?” I exclaimed. “Oh wait, is it related to the alumni thing?”

“Yup, you nailed it. Successful alumni from the school. You and Kyungsoo are the most famous ones from your batch, you know!” he said. I just smiled, feeling a bit timid about it. Compared to Kyungsoo, I don’t have that kind of fame. “Speaking of which how is that boy?! He’s a superstar now!” Jack asked.

“Yeah, he’s in EXO now. I just met him recently, and he looked like he was really busy.” I explained.

“It’s good to hear that you’re still seeing each other,” Jack said, giving me a knowing look. He knows that Kyungsoo and I were close, but I don’t think we told him about the confession thing. But he knows all too well something was going on between us. “You know my daughter, she loves EXO! She wouldn’t believe me when I told her that I was buddies with Kyungsoo!” he added.

“Maybe you should show her a photo or bring her here to see the alumni board!” I suggested.

“She already knows that he studied here, that’s why she wants to study here when she graduates from grade school. But I still can’t convince her I was close with Kyungsoo because I don’t have photos - I didn’t have a camera back then!”

“Oh, I have a photo of us three back at my place. I’ll bring it over to you when I come back here.” I said while smiling. Jack loved the idea, and I even offered to give a book about food and cooking tips for his son. He even asked if he could take a photo with me right now and I willingly agreed. He left his phone at home so I used mine instead and told him I’d print out the photo for him. Jack also gave me his wife’s business card - it has their home number -  so I could contact him when I get back. He looked so excited that he has proof to show his kids.

“Now, why are you here Dana? Are you going to get some documents? I’m afraid all the school staff left early because it’s Friday.” Jack explained.

“No, I was just supposed to visit really.. you know, reminisce. I haven’t returned to this place in what, five years?” I answered, leaving out the part that I was looking for something. Jack seemed to think hard before he turned to me.

“Are you planning on staying long?” he asked. “I’d like to stay with you but I have to go home in a while, my kids might be back from school soon and I don’t know what time my wife will get home today, can’t contact her ‘cause I left my mobile.”

“No, it’s okay,” I shook my head. “I’ll just come back another time.” I said, but my face must’ve looked a bit crestfallen because Jack suddenly suggested something.

“Tell you what, I’ll let you in the campus, but you have to be out before 6PM, because all the lights turn off automatically by then.” He eyed me warily, then I realized he remembered that I was afraid of the dark back in high school. He took a set of keys out of his pocket and walked back to the gate.

“Really Jack? You’ll let me in?” I asked, following him.

"It’ll be pitch black. Only one light at the field will be left open, and this gate,” he inserted a key into the gate’s lock, and I heard the latch being turned. “This gate also automatically locks at six, only I have a key to it, and I can’t lend it to you. It’s for safety reasons, I hope you understand.”

“Yes, of course. Thank you Jack, really, thank you. I can’t say thank you enough. I’ll promise I’ll be back and get that photo and book for you!” I said while entering the gate. It’s nice that the school finally improved the security by changing the gate. Back then, the gate wasn’t this tall, and burglars would just climb over. Some of them could even pick the lock or cut the chains. Jack had a hard time back then because of this, but it’s good now that the place is more secure.

“It’s nothing Dana, but please be out before 6PM. I can’t come back here immediately to check on you.” he said while closing the gate. He didn’t lock it with the key this time so I could get back out later.

“Yes, I promise, this will only be quick, I won’t take more than an hour.” I looked at my watch, it was 3PM, I still had 3 hours before six, so it won’t be a problem.

“Okay, please take care. If anything goes wrong, give me a ring, okay?” he said, making a call sign with his right hand. I nodded and waved to him, telling him to rush home. He took and rode the scooter that was parked on the side of the gate, waving to me before driving away.

Finally alone, I turned around and walked towards the main building’s hallway on the first floor. Everything was still as I remember, with some improvements like new coats of paint, new equipment, doors, and the likes. It was a bit eerie, walking down the hall like this, only my footsteps can be heard. If I was scared by ghosts, I’d be out in a flash. Luckily, I’m only scared of darkness -- I don’t know if that was more reassuring or what.

I passed by the alumni billboard and stopped when I noticed Kyungsoo’s photo. I laughed because there was like a before and after comparison. His grad photo was beside his current photo, it was probably a screenshot from a music video, and his hair was red. I didn’t know they made him change his hair color! He said he’d never dye his hair -- I can’t imagine what his reaction was when they made him do it. Hell must’ve broken loose. A short description was written under his photo: Doh Kyungsoo “EXO D.O.” always liked to join singing contests at school fairs back then.

Under his photos were mine, luckily they used a nice photo of me, one from a magazine feature. The description on mine said that I’ve always liked baking and my pastries were always sold out during school fairs. It’s sort of nice that Kyungsoo and I both pursued what we wanted.

I went to the exit at the end of the hallway, and saw the school gymnasium directly across the field. I trudged towards it, asking myself how we went from the gym to our classrooms without getting tired. The field was big, this was where school fairs and events were usually held. The wishing well was actually behind the school gym.

And surprise, the wishing well is not an actual well. It’s actually a wall with a mural behind the school gym, where students were free to write on it, and treated it like a freedom wall of some sort. The school’s art club decided to make a mural on that wall, and they painted the words, “I wish you health, but more than wealth, I wish you love” which were lyrics to a song.

We don’t know who started it, but students began writing their wishes on that wall. Some might think the hand writings ruined the mural, but it actually looked more meaningful. Students wrote their heart’s desires on the wall, as well as their wishes for other people.

Back then, they started calling it the lucky wall, because someone made up a myth that whatever wish you write on the wall will come true, but you have to write only once. I remember snorting when Kyungsoo and I found out that circulating rumor, and how a lot of them were gullible enough to believe it. We didn’t want to call it the lucky wall because we didn’t believe in the made-up myth, so we decided to call it the wishing well.

Actually, I wanted to call it the wishing wall because it made much, much more sense. But Kyungsoo wanted to be “witty” and decided to call it the wishing well, because the words on the mural were wishing you well. It made sense to me back then, so I agreed.

I know, I know, we were dorks.

Another reason why we called it the wishing well, is so that we could meet up there without getting followed. There were times we wanted to skip school events, and when we couldn’t get out of the school, we hid behind the gym. It became our secret code, “meet me at the wishing well” so none of our classmates or teachers would find out.

Again, we were dorks.

When I finally reached the back of the gym, I let out a sigh of relief. The mural and writings were still there. I was nervous earlier, thinking that they might have painted over the mural already or something. But it was still there and it was still beautiful as ever, even with the colors faded.

Kyungsoo and I always hung out at this place, sometimes he would play his guitar and sing, and I would read a book while sitting on the ground, our backs to the wall. Like I said, we didn’t believe in the lucky wall, so we never wrote anything. But it was that one time, that time he confessed to me, that I wrote something.

I looked at the wall carefully. There were many writings now, I wasn’t sure if I could still see what I wrote. I tried to find my handwriting. For the first 15 minutes, I had trouble finding it. I started reading from left to right, then back again and I couldn’t find it. I started to feel anxious, when I suddenly noticed it. A wish that wasn’t in my handwriting. I don’t know how I recognized it, but deep down, I just knew.

It was Kyungsoo’s.

I wish she could give me an answer.

I placed my hand on the wall, suddenly feeling dizzy, and suddenly remembering that day vividly.

***

Kyungsoo passed me a note during class, while the teacher wasn’t looking. Odd. Kyungsoo was never one to pass notes because he didn’t want to get scolded. I looked at him beside me, but he just looked straight ahead at the blackboard. I shrugged and opened the note. In a rushed handwriting, it read, “wishing well, bio” He wanted to meet behind the gym during biology. That was his fave subject, so whatever this is, it must be important for him to skip that class. I subtly made an “okay” sign, and Kyungsoo nodded when he saw it.

I could rate this day as the most shocking day of my life. Kyungsoo singing to me and confessing how much he likes me. He held out a rose and I took it hesitantly. I couldn’t say anything, not because I didn’t want to be his girlfriend, of course I wanted to, I’ve liked him since I became close with him. It’s just that we had other priorities, we had big dreams, and I’m not sure if now is the proper time. I said I needed time to think, so he let me. When he urged me for an answer the next day, I wrote my reply on the wall - simply because I didn’t have the guts to tell it to his face. I was also busy with one of our final projects that day that I forgot to tell him to check the wall. Then he decided to ask me again the day after that, so we went back to the wishing well.

“You already know what my answer is, Soo.”

“No I don’t.”

“Yes you do, you idiot. I like you too. But..”

“But?”

“We’re young. We have other goals, remember?”

“So I’ll ask you again next year when we graduate.”

“Sounds a bit too soon.”

“Two years?”

“How about three?”

“Three years then. I’ll ask you in three years. No go-backs.”

“Okay then, that’s a promise.”

“I’m gonna wait, you know. You better not be messing with me.”

“Was that a threat?”

“No, it’s a request, Dana. It’s a wish.”

“I know, that’s why I wrote it down.”

***

Then I remembered writing something down below Kyungsoo’s wish. I glanced below it, then I saw it, finally, I saw what I wrote.

I wish he’d ask me again in three years.

That was it.

That was finally it. I never rejected Kyungsoo when he confessed. He promised to ask me again after three years, and I agreed. We promised to be together after three years.

What happened after three years?

Why didn’t he ask me?

What the hell happened?

I tried to juggle my mind and search for the memory -- it was there, lingering. I could feel it. I tried to push aside the incoming headache; I can do this. I can remember. I’ve done it before, I’ll do it again.

But the headache was becoming too much. I walked groggily and tried my best to quicken my pace, but my head was throbbing, and my eyesight was spinning. I've only managed to reach the front of the gym when my knees buckled and I fell down. I placed my hand against the gym’s wall, I closed my eyes hard and tried to calm down but it was no use. But when I finally opened my eyes, it was like something sparked in my mind, like I saw a light at the end of the tunnel. I suddenly remembered.

Bits and pieces of the memory suddenly came to my view.

It was a rainy day. I was driving.

The road was dark, the weather was cold because of the downpour.

“I missed you.”

“I missed you too, dork.”

A bright white light.

Swerving.

Tires screeching.

A loud crashing sound.

An ear-piercing scream.

Pain.

Smoke.

Rubber.

Glass.

Red.

Lots of red.

My name, being screamed over and over again.

Crying, shouting.

Then everything went black, all over again.

The pain was too much for me to bear.

3 hours later

“So why did you call me here, all of a sudden?” Clara exclaimed, taking the latte Stiles had in his hand. He sat down calmly across from her, but she knew that he was nervous for some reason.

“Have you seen the news?”

“What news?” Clara asked. She quickly opened her phone and looked through an online news portal, but didn’t see anything out of the ordinary. She looked to Stiles for help, and showed him her phone. He shook his head.

“Not on our local news, it’s on the online blogs, the entertainment sites.”

Clara knew all too well what he meant and she sighed heavily. What did D.O. get himself into this time? She found the article Stiles was probably talking about. Clara rolled her eyes when she read the headline. She expected this to happen.

EXO D.O. spotted at a hospital, again.

She quickly scanned the article. A rumor has spread that D.O. visited someone at a hospital. They left out the location. Some eye witnesses said that he was with a girl, but he left quickly. Thank goodness there were no photos, but she bit her lip when she read the last line: D.O. at a hospital with a girl seems pretty familiar, doesn’t it? What do you think, EXO-Ls?

Clara quickly reported the article and closed the site. She took a long sip from her latte. She was prepared to go through hell again, she’s been there and back, but this time it was much riskier, now that Dana’s back. She didn’t want her friend to go through that kind of ordeal.

“I think it’s time to tell her,” Stiles gently said, his eyes looking out the coffee shop’s glass window. “She can’t avoid this forever. Plus, she’s starting to remember, I think now’s the perfect timing.”

“What if she remembers the crash?” Clara asked. She suddenly remembered the aftermath of the accident. She remembered Dana’s pain, and the trauma. She remembered what happened to herself, how she got dragged into the mess. But she knew Dana had it much worse.

“If she remembers the crash, then that means she’s finally healing.”

Clara remembered the screams. Dana’s screams. The first episodes. Fainting and dizziness were nothing compared to those firsts.

“Okay, I’ll call her then. We’ll explain to her and meet up at your office. We could call D.O. too.” Clara said while tapping on her phone and calling Dana.

“That’s a good idea. It’ll be worse if the two of them keep meeting secretly as well. I know D.O. cares about her too much, but I didn’t think he would risk going to her like that.” Stiles said, talking about the time D.O. went to Dana’s breakfast bar at the wee hours of the morning. There wasn’t any article or any sighting of D.O. yet, so they must’ve avoided that storm.

“Dana isn’t answering. She must be asleep.” Clara said. She tried calling again, but the phone just kept ringing. They decided to drop by her place, but found out that she wasn’t home. Then they went to the breakfast bar, and Dana’s employees said she hasn’t come back that day.

Clara kept leaving voice mails. Stiles even tried to call several times, thinking maybe she’ll see how urgent it was when she sees Stiles calling her, but there was still no answer.

“You don’t think the two of them met up again?” Stiles asked.

Clara groaned. “They better not.”

Then she mustered up the courage and texted D.O., asking him if he’s seen Dana this afternoon. Clara knew D.O. never replied instantly, so she didn’t wait for it. She was at Stiles’ office now, thinking of places where Dana could hang out when her phone suddenly vibrated in her pocket. She almost jumped, and hurriedly took out her phone. It was Dana!

“Oh my god, where are you? We’ve been calling for---”

She stopped when she heard heavy breathing at the other line. Then crying.

“Clara--- Clara---” a shaky voice answered.

“Dana? Hello? What’s happening? Where are you?” Stiles was at his desk, and he suddenly turned to Clara, surprised at the urgency in her voice.

“Clara-- it’s dark, I can’t see anything--” Dana was crying, and her voice was shaking.

“What the--? Calm down, don’t cry, what happened? Tell me!”

“I f-fainted, my head hurt, it h-hurt so much,” Dana couldn’t talk well, she was stuttering, and her heavy breathing made Clara hard to understand her. “I can’t move, I can’t move my legs..” she cried. 

“Dana, tell me where you are!” Clara ran out to Stiles’ car, and he followed suit. He started the car instantly; they just need to know now where Dana was.

“It’s c-cold, I can’t see, I can’t breathe..” Dana was crying and her voice was shaky, and it was like she was shivering.

“Dana, where are you?! We’re coming to get you!”

“W-w-wishing well, back of the.. wishing well, back.. hurry.” Her words were beginning to slur, and Clara wanted to cry.

“Dana! Please! Tell me exactly where you are!”

But there was silence on the other line. Then a beep.

The call had ended.

“No! No!” Clara shouted. She tried calling Dana again, but it kept saying the caller cannot be reached. Her phone must’ve died. Clara cried out of panic.

“Clara, calm down. What did she say?” Stiles asked in an urgent but calm voice. Clara explained all what Dana said, and cried. Stiles was filled with dread. “We’ll try to find her, try to call anyone, ask anyone.”

The image of Dana after the accident flashed again in Clara’s mind.

Her breathing was labored, tears streamed down her face, and she kept screaming, pleading them to make the pain stop. Dana was sedated over and over, and every time she would remember anything about the car crash, the screams and the pain would start.

When Dana had a car accident three years ago, the impact was so terrible that she suffered internal bleeding in her brain. She almost didn’t survive. She was traumatized by the incident, and she temporarily had amnesia. But it mas much worse than amnesia because every time she remembers anything related to the accident, she feels pain.

They kept watch over her for the past years during her therapy to get rid of her trauma because she was at high risk for another internal bleeding in the brain.

Clara closed her eyes tight and pleaded. She didn’t want to think of the worst case scenario, but it was there.

That the internal bleeding in Dana’s brain was starting again.

✨ The Star & His First Love

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Is It Possible to Wear a Hat to the Office Without Feeling Completely Extra?

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My aesthetic is made up of two warring personas—one creative, one practical.

Creative Lindsey spends a lot of time shopping online, dreaming of the incredible outfits she’ll concoct and the Instagrams she’ll inevitably take in them. Practical Lindsey offers a dose of reality; she prioritizes sleeping over the time-intensive process of getting ready every morning, and resents the notion of posing over and over (and over) again for the sake of an ephemeral social media post.

The result is something of a compromise. Some days I wear makeup, some days I don’t. I usually try to do something with my hair—either washing it so that it falls into a nice wave, or braiding it when it doesn’t cooperate. And my outfits tend to be fashion-forward enough to demonstrate care, but not so fashion-forward that they’d warrant the attention of a street-style photographer.

In other words, there’s some kind of middle ground in this dichotomy, and I manage to find it. Except when it comes to hats.

Hats are, for lack of a better term, a mood. When you wear a hat, you’re telling the world: I put effort into this outfit, and I know I look fucking great. Hats project thought, care, intention and confidence all at once. And the kind of person who wears a hat is (almost always) the kind of person who manages to wake up early and assemble a thoughtfully curated ensemble every single day.

I am not a hat person. In fact, my entire aesthetic runs counter to what hats represent—well, the practical half of it does. The creative half loves hats. She dreams of wearing them—to the park, to parties, to the office. She even owns a few.

And this week, I indulged her. Much to the chagrin of my rational half, I challenged myself to wear a hat to the office. And to do it again and again and again—until I’d exhausted the four hats I had in my possession. My inner cynic told me I’d feel extra—maybe even embarrassed. Who did I think I was, anyway?

But I did it. And I documented every single day of my brief sartorial journey.

Day 1: Baker Boy Cap

The baker boy cap has emerged from the aughts (or wherever else it came from) to become one of 2018’s trendiest pieces. I’d never considered the accessory until Lack of Color kindly sent one my way (Riviera Cap, $99 at Lack of Color), and I immediately set to work on styling it.

The cap seemed like it’d complement an updo—which always looks better with drop earrings, which always pair well with straight necklines. So I threw together a black sweater, gold earrings and some wide-leg jeans. The volume in the jeans balanced out the volume of the hat (great, since they’re rendered in similar colorways).

The final product was a look that felt retro and contemporary at the same time, and I had a surprising amount of fun wearing it.

When I first got to the office, my desk-mate complimented me on the hat. I immediately replied, “Do you think it looks too extra? Like, who’s that bitch?” Her response: “I think it looks extra, but in a good way. Like, who’s that bitch? Not who’s that bitch?”

At the start of the day, I told myself I’d leave my hat at work. But by the end of the day, I was contemplating commuting home in it. I wanted my friends to see the fun look I’d assembled—the one that had garnered compliments from several coworkers and even a couple strangers.

Any hesitance I’d experienced at the outset had been replaced, at least temporarily, by a little care-free fun. And I headed into Day 2 with a much less reluctant spirit.

Day 2: Black Cowboy Hat

Day 1 was undoubtedly extra, but Day 2 was even more so. I spent an hour trying to figure out how to style another black hat I’d received for free—specifically, one from Carve Designs (Capistrano crushable hat, $38 at Carve Designs).

Since it was a cowboy hat, I figured it’d be easier to wear than the baker boy cap. Wrong. It was much more voluminous, and required some serious finessing. (Dressing like a cowgirl is a look, but not one I felt like sporting.)

After a few iterations, I landed on the following combo: a chartreuse chenille sweater, black jeans, black boots and a multi-colored silk scarf—tied like a bolo tie. The outfit definitely felt Western-inspired, but the palette kept it from skewing too literal.

The first thing I heard when I walked into the office? “Lindsey, I love your outfit!” I expressed concern: “Is it working? I’m not sure about it.” (Specifically, I was concerned about the color scheme feeling very spring.) “I think it looks super fall,” my coworker responded. And that was, honestly, enough to get me through Day 2.

I met a friend for dinner after work, and wore my hat to meet her—partially because I had hat hair, but mostly because I knew the outfit wouldn’t work without it. I was no longer just a girl who wore hats to the office; I was a girl who wore hats everywhere she went. (For what it’s worth, my friend showed up wearing a beret, so I was in good company.)

Day 3: Bucket Hats

Bucket hats might be a summer staple, but they work just as well during fall and winter. (OK, I wasn’t entirely convinced of this. But a burgundy chenille bucket hat I’d received from Marshalls (only available in stores) persuaded me it had to be true. I mean, who wears burgundy chenille when it’s hot out?)

The first time I tried to style this hat, I failed miserably. I attempted to wear it with a black sweater and red plaid midi, but the look skewed very Paddington Bear very fast.

I traded my ensemble for an animal-print button-down (that matched the bucket hat’s color) and a chenille sweater (that matched the bucket hat’s fabric). I topped off my look with black Chelsea boots, which paired incredibly well with the hat; I was giving off Singing in the Rain vibes, but definitely making it fashion.

By this point, I was a hat aficionado. When my desk-mate offered her daily hat compliment, I replied: “I’m not sure about the bucket hat, but I think I’m making it work.” (Small steps, people.) She assured me I was making it work, and I went about my day without giving much thought to the hat.

Day 4: Vintage Cowboy Hat

Indiana Jones is a woman, and her name is Lindsey Lanquist. By this point, I’d become such a skilled hat stylist that I assembled my entire outfit before picking up this hat from my friend, who’d scored it for a mere $8 at a thrift store.

The ensemble I threw together resembled something I’d wear on the daily: an animal-print midi dress, a black pullover sweater, some black ankle boots and a pair of drop earrings.

I was glad to have crafted a hat outfit that felt distinctly me; the first two were incredibly extra, the third was a little extra—but this one felt  more authentic. The hat definitely took it from low-maintenance vintage to over-the-top vintage, but it spoke to my dissonant aesthetics in a way the other three didn’t manage to.

A few times throughout the day, I took off my hat—trading it for a haphazard updo. This had less to do with some deep-seated insecurity and more to do with the fact that hats can get very hot and very uncomfortable. (You deserve to know the truth.)

But when I headed to grad school that night, I wore the hat. Because it was warm and I liked it and I’d finally overcome my hat aversion—well, mostly.

Final Thoughts

Like I said at the beginning of this piece, hats project thought, care, intention and confidence all at once. They also project vulnerability.

When wearing something so eye-catching, you can’t hide—you sacrifice any plausible deniability or semblance of nonchalance you might otherwise cling to. Because you’re announcing to the world that you care. That you’re trying to look good. That you put forth effort to do something interesting—and if it fails, that’s on you.

This story offered me a way to mitigate that spotlight effect. Any time someone mentioned my hat, I laughed—and brought up my article. “Oh, I don’t usually wear hats either. I just have to do this for a piece.” The speed at which those words entered my brain—and exited my mouth—caught me off-guard; my mind had an excuse at the ready just in case anything went wrong.

The good news? No one else sees that spotlight you feel beaming down on you every day. No one gives a fuck about your hat. The lens you’re using to analyze your outfit—or yourself—is far more critical than the one anyone else greets you with.

As far as they’re concerned, you’re not that bitch, you’re that bitch. The one who was bold enough to wear a hat to work. You might seem extra, sure. But a delightful kind of extra—a fun kind, an exciting kind. I received more compliments on my outfits this week than I have in my entire time at StyleCaster. One of my coworkers even told me I was convincing her to give hats a chance. That’s a good feeling.

So is it possible to wear a hat to the office without feeling completely extra? 

Short answer: Not really.

Long answer: Not really, but you’re the only one who’ll feel awkward about it. And you’ll probably get some seriously great mirror selfies in the process.

Source: https://stylecaster.com/office-hat-outfits/

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OMFG LAST QUARTER EVER + some spring break stuff???

Took a weekend off of life Retail therapy at its finest today Even though new jeans were overdue

It’s crazy how it still came I guess it’s a force of nature But omg it’s gonna be here on the concert T^T

This nerd would have mitsuha’s theme on his playlist smh #nochu

April 2nd, 2017 BTS Wings Tour I still can’t believe it happened I’ve been awake since 8am lol and it’s like 1:54am and i’m still trying to process and remember everything that happened today It felt like a dream! I can’t believe I saw them in real life. ohmygod Hands down, easily one of the best day of this week - if not this entire year so far holy shit will continue this tomorrow as i reminisce ok but one thing i noticed is that jungkook’s thighs are actually so real like wtf? shookt EDIT: lol i never finished this but oh well

oop i just bought more rings goodbye money

my charger broke gg time to get another one

I have a newfound appreciation for the color pink or more like my appreciation for pink is coming back

When you get anxious because bts hasnt posted on twitter for 3 days but then you also know they’re resting and that they deserve this break

SPRING QUARTER LEGGO tu/th schedule let’s hope this all works well keke

week 1 recap tuesday - sees everybody in freaking AB LOL sees harry after walking out of my tdpw sees alana and dylan outside my global health class which alana is also taking, and becca and tanya lOL goes to cogs 122 to find chen screaming my name - also vania and stella <3 last class is normal - with nobody in management BUT LOL LEIGHTON ADDED THE CLASS ON THURSDAY HAHA there’s also this girl in my tdpw class who looks like lindsay lohan and her name is also lindsey but with an e cause i saw it on the email lol not a stalker

Decided to gel nails it out friday of week 1 whut whut

First attempt at 양념치킨~

been using the soundtrack of your name this past week to get over pcd it’s been a week and i still haven’t recovered T^T

went to kbbq with harry! lol week 1 sunday started at manna….having an adventure in between at manna keke “started here and ending it here?” LOL

currently craving anything strawberry

don’t understand why i need to have my email as a send&receive in order to sms to work on my laptop bb why are you being stubborn when you’ve been working fine all this time

under yuri’s recommendation, i microwaved my coffee because it was lukewarm and she called me extra LOL

i’m getting nervous about a presentation when i shouldn’t be because ?? my AB service leader self is like completely gone i wanna crawl into a hole

i just finished season 2 and 3 of htgawm in less than a week… how they gonna do season 4 i wonder

Week 2 thursday I was actually really looking forward to class today Also my rings came! Though were they worth the $50….not so sure Were they cute? Yes But not as cute as the other one T^T So i mustnt give in to temptations nowww

I found out what matcha powder mom uses to make their matcha latte Cappuccine frappe mix But it’s sadly not on amazon ):

This new tumblr function is really inconvenient cause i cant tell how many thing i have on queue brcause i have to keep switching blogs -_-

Han came to visit! Friday Papa johns Saturday Snooze brunch Infinitea Abeh hangout In n out Sunday Aquarium! Koon thai Ramen yamadaya Boba bar and then i drove him to irvine where we got coco curry! and then i drove back and he bought me milk tea with pudding

Had an epiphany It’s not anenome It’s anemone

Omg but like why dont people call spoiler alerts “spoilerts”

Started 13 reasons why with Han Finished it, tuesday week 3 Hmmm How to feel

finished strong woman park hyung sik is so…adorable? IT’S SO WEIRD. HIS AEGYO LEVEL IS INSANE

When you realize that 둘! 셋! is probably the title of the fan song because that’s what BTS always say when they introduce themselves And that BTS + ARMY forever ㅠㅠㅠㅠ I’m not crying r u crying ;___;

어떻게

Omg when you wake up for reorientation and jungkook does lives <3

highkey need to crawl into a hole tbh

You know what i want to do? Go to an olive garden Even though i know it’ll taste bad lol

Not really sure what i want… But i dont want my 4 years to be a waste ):

i….skipped out on an interview today was it the right choice i may never know

most recent ep of snk got me fucked up SOMEONE TELL ME WHAT YMIR AND CHRISTA’S RELATIONSHIP IS WHO IS CHRISTA

Lol i hella bombed my quiz GOODBYE GONNA P/NP HAHA

Week 4 weekend Fuck me in the ass i twisted my ankle and i am in irvine had to pop an advil and cruise control all the way back thank god there weren’t many cars lol 0/10 do not recommend

Slept on the couch the past two days to elevate my ankle Glad to be back in bed But i think i might be a little…sick? Fuck Need to grocery shop

Dammit i got called for jury duty

Ok but i twisted my ankle and two recruiters emailed me back the next day so was it really a loss

Week 5 i’m sick…

just watched 5 centimeters per second a little sadder than i was an hour ago

fuck i forgot that my jeans are new and i washed it and my pink shirt is ruined fml triggered

thursday after rolling over ma ankle i can finally see that it is a lil swollen and there is bruising LOL also saw an owl at school today and a bunny while leaving to go to meeting

week 5 tuesday saw two bunnies on my way out to school

I just saw two hummingbirds! 😍

I cant believe yuri and i finished twenty SMH

ABCD today Some qualitee photos were taken Im tired now

Really debating the 4th term

third day of back pain flexibility dying wow what is happening???

…..army 4th term is $75 cries EDIT: it’s $66 because i forgot exchange rate but still cri EDIT EDIT: it’s $45 if i ship it to taiwan - seriously really highkey considering that now oh dear

bro i think i just experienced katawaredoki whut

i keep thinking that my ankle is ok but i always end up doing something that ends up hurting it like hella im

Week 6 thursday last leadership meeting one of my favorite meetings because whoa INFORMATION!? it was nice wanted to discuss and add in my two cents but i honestly just wasn’t able to wrap my head around everything loool then…we decided to go to PB LOL chen, jeong, yuri, justin and his friends (including nicole, nicole, sandy) and then more people. we also met leslie, brett, dexter, allison, kenny, peter, abby, ben…and more? at pb lolol and also we saw miguel and anthony - it was like a freshman year flashback tbh lOL went to vallartas after and then came home to shower and finally sleep at 3:30am wot is life NEXT DAY ADVENTURES - leighton and i finally pulled out the weeds and now we’re tired

salty that i wasnt invited to the birthday celebration, not that i would really make the trip per say but wtf gurl

I just had this really sad thought that i’m probably never gonna ever get to know bts like friends y i do dis to meself

Wait so like i got sick while at clew’s and it didnt happen until week 5 and so i was sick from week 5 through week 6 and at this one point i couldnt taste my food it was terribad

May 12th I bought the membership LOL Hopefully it mails it correctly back to Taiwan ☺️

im dumb i didn’t save the color i wanted for my hair

omg the song vania recommended to me a few days ago was recommended by jungkook like a year or so ago on twitter lOOOOL

Just tryna level up here :<

Struggles when places are in the east coast and phone calls are early in the fckin morning

Note to self: Ridge cut potato chips with sea salt is good for stuff with dip Ridge cut salt and pepper is good for regular eating, but gets salty at the bottom LOL EDIT: per vania’s suggestion, i salted and peppered my chips

watching jungkook’s vlive AND HE JUST HARMONIZED WITH HIMSELF IM DED

Just woke up from a dream where someone hurt my brother/nade him fall and i was so angry? Was about to go ape shit on that person im ded lol who is rhis angry me

Rewatched and finished reply 1997 Wow what is life when yoon jae is life But also what is life when your idols are life Daily reminder to not be as obsessed as shiwon LOLOL

i can’t go to giraffage and elephante anymore im on the otherhand i get to go to virginia???

lol but like i haven’t been writing drafts because i often write in my notebook now but here are some updates - my nails are constantly chipping - forgot about grad photos that clashed with the weekend han is coming - im ded because i probs won’t have a weekend to myself until week 10 - struggles to figure out graduation things - paid my $54 to walk #mostexpensivewalkever

LAST LEADERSHIP MEETING (turnover) what am i going to do with my thursday nights now? it’s been a good run

Jealous of the staff that holds and records the camera during vlives? LOL who am i

When you forget that jeon jungkook did taekwondo before Hnnnngh

i just reaffirmed? or discovered? that i don’t like fruity pebbles o_o

Trying to think of a thing to put on my grad cap Tis hard Let’s make a list: 花樣年華 Strong power thank you You never walk alone Ireumeun deborah LOL Lol omg but why is yoongi’s “cheater never win but i just graduated” quote so appropriate for grad EXTRA + ORDINARY* Lost my way/found my way* Click clack to the bang Smile with me, cry with me, fly with me (you make me begin, you made me again) Ctrl+c, ctrl+v do you know “____” (hci? annyeonghasaeyo) To lose your path, Is the way to find that path* 꽃길만 걷자* Let’s fly with our beautiful wings in 2017 EDIT: i’m too lazy, i didn’t do anything to my cap lOL

Im shookt cause namjoon doesnt say 이제 feelin the vibe. HE SAYS IF YOU FEELIN THE VIBE. I feel…betrayed

Non whitewashed bangtan gives me life

May 21st My first haircut since… Since i got it cut over the summer?????

Bought me stole and tassel today Smh that i cant grab my muir tickets?? Cause i ordered all commencwment tickets SMH

Lowkey afraid of not passing mgt LOL

Omfg i knew we were going to have a pop quiz. It really happened

nicole and evelyn commented that they liked my hair and audrey and malia agreed i gotta say i’m so glad people remember me in my tdpw class LOOL

Cant get the seventeen song outta my head Shookt by the choreography

Y'all im so fckin shookt First the chainsmokers post on twitter like “see you in the summer” Then they win the BBMAs like a boss Then you see them on halsey + steve aoki’s snapchat Next things you know steve aoki is postin shit like “BTS x AOKI COMING SOON” Im SCREAMING

Yo my lyft driver dropped some knowledge again and told me his life story lmao he was a police officer in chicago and he was forced to retired and then ?? after chasing down a rapist and getting into a fight, he was seriously injured. but his dad (a judge or someone powerful idk) forced him out of retirement by telling everyone to not give him his benefits and shit and i was like. whoa bro. slow down? “embrace the unknown”

I finally tried the coconut black tie at peet’s 10/10 a mistake

Okay but can we talk about how on point everybody looked in the comeback Esp wonwoo and dk But also vernon 👌🏼

First time in virginia/ being so close to washington dc! Whoa Also gonna pass by texas too :O Knocking some states off my list

I WITNESSED MY FIRST CIRCLE RAINBOW THINGY ON THE PLANE FROM VIRGINIA TO DALLAS TODAY HOLY IT WAS V COOL

i don’t know why i never realized this about myself before but i need to be/live by a body of water at all times or i won’t feel comfortable this is weird

i told han i joined the fanclub and he like died for like 2 seconds lOL

ok but like i bought a carton of eggs and 6 or 7 of them were double yolks and i have 2 more eggs left im starting to think i’m eating some weird hybrid chickens EDIT: those last two eggs were both double yolks. this was a wild adventure

omg i knew that the TA MOST LIKELY RYAN WOULDNT UNDERSTAND OUR IDEA JUST LIKE HOW HE ALWAYS MISINTERPRETS THEM??? like what kind of constructive feedback is that if he doesn’t understand what we’re trying to do im… sigh

Already excited about the festa But like omfg they released the schedule today And just WE DONT TALK ANYMORE PT 2?? SO FAR AWAY FEATURING JIN AND JUNGKOOK? Im IM SCREAMING also sad but the radio show is right before my finals gotta prioritize, no bts fo me ;__;

after waiting two weeks, my application to get leveled up was rejected *cries* time to try again! *^*

okay but really feeling seventeen’s song as well as suran’s song like hIGHKEY

i finally got my commencement tickets the third time that i went to the bookstore third time’s the charm right? also whytf is the parking pass for all campus commencement so huge -_-

hnngh omg that feel when you have hella shit to do TPDW1 final play due week 9 friday because we won’t have class at all on week 10 then there’s the presentation (elevator pitch) that happened today week 9 thursday but also just hauling ass on things for A5 tbh what is this what is everything wot is the meaning of life when vania and i stay up till 3:30am lol… and then there’s me. tired af but didn’t sleep til 4:30 anyways cause i’m a dumbass l e l let’s not be a potato this last week k?

burger king in pc has its own free wifi called WhopperWifi and it’s so much faster than school wifi this is revolutionary

week 9 weekend to irvine irritated on the way over irritated on the way back lol wot is life i should’ve just turned around to go back home

NO TDPW1 WEEK 10 WOOT wow that means i won’t have class until 2pm whoa

“why are you reading math formulas” - yuri i was actually reading bts profiles lOLOL she just dissed their handwritings

Just spent the past hour or so looking at kakao friends merchandise And discovering that apeach is a genetically modified peach lol

that moment when you ask for a png file but get a jpg

dyed my hurr twice today for a darker shade still not what i was going for but this will do for now

Omfg i slept through my alarm until 1pm Goodbye study time?? Also omg i like it pt 2 video SHIT SHIT SHIT THEY KNOW WE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS. HAD IT SINCE BAEPSAE DAYS. BUT DIDNT RELEASE IT. Freakin bighit

My request to level up on the fancafe has once again been rejected ); EDIT: oMFG IT’S BECAUSE I DIDN’T CHANGE THE SETTING TO SOMETHING im screaming, what a first world problem THIRD TIME’S THE CHARM AMIRITE

Doesnt feel like it… But thursday was my last time going to class…pretty much like ever unless i go to more school Holy shit

Oh man I didnt think i’d have THAT much shit. But…i think i have A LOT of shit….

saw bts MBIT and i was like omfg! knew that i was INFJ but took the test again yesterday and ended up INFP….but just barely P so i think i’ll stick with INFJ lol EDIT: i took the test again today because vania and yuri were talking about it again and i am still INFP…and more P this time. SO LOST. WHO AM I

put my things up for sale i forgot that i might need my light el oh el crying on the inside cause i want to keep my desk but then i’m selling it off because i don’t think i’ll have space for it and i just CRYING ON THE INSIDE BECAUSE IT’S BEEN WITH ME FOR SO LONG T^T

ON ANOTHER NOTE. THIRD TIME IS THE CHARM LEVELED UP ON JUNE 12TH AT ONE SOMETHING AM

JUNE 12TH FINISHED MY FIRST AND LAST FINAL I AM OFFICIALLY DONE WITH MY UNDERGRADUATE CAREER??? also lmao i spent 45 min on the final wot

i dyed my hair darker but now it’s become lighter? wait wtf wait no go back EDIT: wait no it went back to being dark? is this a thing? when i get exposed to the sun it gets lighter and when i sleep it gets darker??? smh at light for fckin with me

so i set an alarm to watch the bts home party last night for like 3:57am and i didn’t hear it but i guess i kinda did cause i woke up at 4:05am and was like ??? i decided to watch a bit of it but ended up streaming the whole thing until 5:45am looooool also watched the numbers grow from the 500,000 all the way to 2,000,000 and then 3,000,000? it was nuts

omfg all these years of rereading chapters and only now do i realize that i could save bookmarks on mangahere *slaps forehead*

Moment of silence cause i sold my desk that’s accompanied me for almost 10 years It even has battlescars (aka X marks by Jacky, 3 of them) LOL memories ;___; Oh and i guess my chair too

lol was gonna sell that yamaha guitar for $45 but it’s going for like $190 on ebay?? so ima just bring it home

finals week hangout list: tuesday: fud with kimberly, peyton, harry wednesday: more fud with stephanie and ellius thursday: KBBQ FOR LUNCH with jeong, justin, yuri, harry LOOOOL

and so...that’s the end of the quarter. my last quarter of school ever (unless i decide to go to more school...which seems unlikely as of right now) it feels weird.................................. but! onto graduation~ looking forward to being reunited with family and whatever’s gonna hit me in the face LOL

and with that goodbye undergrad, hello world ㅇㅅㅇ