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wooahaes · 1 year

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hii its tattoo anon again <3 i just wanted to update you i loved cheols part of uts and cheol is one of my biases and i am so in love with his part!! i found this series almost a year ago and its bittersweet now that it has ended. i am so excited to see what comes next for the poly fic and your new works in general. i also hope that u saw my last message!! also i wanted to ask because idk if i didnt realize it or missed it but did you ever reveal who gave mouse the little stuffed mouse? if im not mistaken was it jeonghan? i have been wanting to figure out who it was but idk if i got it wrong lol. have a good day!

omg hi lovely!! i 100% saw ur last message and meant to respond and then. either forgot or got busy w school stuff, im blanking on which is it which probably just means it slipped my mind :( sorry!!

im literally gonna copy it over here and answer both this ask + the previous one to make it easier so uhh long response under the readmore !! i hope that's okay :(

okie dokie ill address this ask first

hi!!! you've been following the series since like... very close to the beginning then haha which is v v sweet and ill sob rn!!

i think i mentioned jeonghan working on the lil plush mouse during cheol UtS but didn't address it further, but yes! it was going to come up during poly fic at some point where he made all of the plushies for each person as a way of like. giving ppl comfort, esp when they show up & don't join the group at first (so that they have Something there w them, im the kind of person who needs something in my arms in order to sleep haha so that's where it's mainly coming from).

and for ur last ask:

hi its me again the tattoo anon LOL. i just wanted to reply to what you said and im so glad that i made you happy with what i said and i genuinely mean it. this is a little vulnerable but ever since i started liking svt i think a major reason why i love them so much is because they are a big group of friends and i have friends, but not that many so stanning svt in general is so comforting because of the closeness of all of them but finding this fic was like. a fucking dream for me because them being such a big close knit group and it being like the found family trope is perfect and the way you write and portray them is so comforting. genuinely i meant it when i said its one of my favorite things i have stumbled upon in my life, i have shared this story with my friends and they love it too and when we watch some edits of seventeen or see something in general that reminds us of this fic we say “this is so under the sun coded” and its like an inside joke with me and my friends. you literally changed the trajectory of my life with this fic lol. when im having a hard time in my personal life i come back to this little world u created by either just thinking about it before i fall asleep or rereading it and i want to thank you for being a writer. i hope you enjoy writing what you write bc i know that i certainly enjoy it and i hope you are proud of urself. anyway i think selling subtle stickers would be so awesome and i will definitely buy them. also since i submitted my last ask i have thought about little ideas for a tattoo maybe?? like what about like a small drawing of a church and like 13 little people around it with a little sun?!? or flowers like you said OR getting little drawings of the animals each person has? i think that would be so cute. or like maybe a little sash blindfold?? anyway ur awesome i love u thank u

the first time i tried to answer this ask, my long response ended up deleted bc i switched tabs for a second to check something and then tumblr just... deleted it??? which was v frustrating, kind of makes me hate the new post editor a Lot!

but to be vulnerable as well, i think i started writing UtS at like... a difficult point in my life? not difficult as in the painful way, but difficult as in 'there's a lot going on right now and i've never felt more alone than i do now' i guess? it's like... i started writing it right before my final semester of college, and i'm an online student, so i don't get to go out and be in a classroom with other people. sometimes i call myself an introvert when i think the term 'ambivert' has always fit more--i don't detest being social, i do tend to enjoy it! but i still need alone time to make up for it since it's draining. and idk, i was lost for a while on who i am and what i want to do with my life?

and i feel like writing UtS has put me in a vulnerable position to like... question a lot more about myself as a person. i have friends, sure, but no one i go out to see in person since i'm not exactly like... in a good place for that kind of interaction (deep south bible belt, haha... makes not being straight something i struggle with sometimes). i think the important part of UtS is the acceptance they all have for one another, and it's something i personally wish to have a lot more of in my offline life. i think even if i had the idea without darl+ing, it would have ended up being a svt fic due to how close they are and how much they care for one another.

also tbh i just love the found family trope. i love the idea and process of choosing your own family in a sense and saying 'these are MY people and i love them' ig.

also u showing the fic to ur friends + the comment abt being like 'this is UtS coded' ill SOB!!! i will!!! thats literally so cute and sweet of u!!! (pls feel free to send me any of ur 'this is UtS coded' thoughts i would always love to hear them haha)

but like. this is why i write. i like being able to impact people and help them escape life and be happy for a while. its why it always means a lot to me when i get feedback on my work and see people be happy with what i write (... even if sometimes its angsty haha--moving people to feel is a huge compliment by itself!). im glad you have UtS. im glad i have it now, too.

i do enjoy writing, btw, and i loved writing uts. even with the frustration periods where i didn't touch it for a while, i genuinely enjoyed writing uts a lot. i think i owe a lot of that to people like you, who read it and show support for the series! its always easier to read something when i know there's someone who will enjoy it. i remember smiling hard when i rewrote the ending to cheol uts bc of how fucking stoked i was to share it tbh!!! also bc i messaged savv 'lol this is gonna be devastating (/pos)' at one point i think sdkfhsdf but i was genuinely excited to finish it and get it out to u guys!! i dont know who i would be if i didn't write, and despite like... all of the bad shit that's happened in my life that i've turned to writing to pull myself out of it, i don't think i'd ever give it up. i think it's too deeply a part of me to ever give up. maybe one day i'll get published lol

ill definitely put more thought into subtle stickers for UtS (and maybe some other series haha cant remember if i mentioned that last time but UtS felt like the bigger one)! might have to ask around my friend circle for tips on designing them >:3

ohh i like ur tattoo ideas :0 im not sure what would look good so i hope u consult a tattoo artist with ur ideas eventually!! the idea of the lil church w a sun + 13 ppl is rly cute? if u do the sash-blindfold thing, u could always have a lyric inside of it or something if u wanna play w that :3c pls feel free to keep me updated further!!

sorry i didnt get to this ask until now but i hope u are doing well mwah mwah have a good day ur awesome ily

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grannybeards · 2 years

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I posted 23,338 times in 2022

That's 328 more posts than 2021!

50 posts created (0%)

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I tagged 469 of my posts in 2022

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#my pelvis has separated due to massive baby and i'm so fucking tired all the time after taking like 10 steps lol - 2 posts

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#went into town today to go to one (1) shop 2 mins walk away and had a 4hr nap to recover - 2 posts

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Being off sick from work is weird. I've had meningitis so I'm not well enough to work, and I still have to nap a couple of times a day if I do anything physical. BUT.

I feel like I've got so much more energy, and I've been cooking loads of nice food like roast dinners and pies and soups. I'm making rosemary wholemeal bread today! I'll walk into town in a bit and buy a loaf tin because I don't have one. I've been knitting some new cushion covers and reading lots of books I haven't had the mental energy for since I finished uni and started working 45 hours a week.

It seems strange that it's only now I'm actually too sick to work that I have the energy for the parts of life that still constitute "work" but are often sidelined as less important. My mental health has never been better, and my skin and hair even are healthier despite my illness.

I genuinely think I'm going to have to find a new way to earn money, because 45+ hours a week whilst also trying to find enrichment in cooking and household management and crafts isn't it x

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Think I should be allowed to kill customers legally

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best charity shop find - the queen being mauled to death by a tiger. manifesting hard rn x

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My #1 post of 2022

Not to be a bummer but where are Ukraine gonna host it have people thought this thru

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penismage · 2 years

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i was tagged by the lovely @comrade-cabbage to answer some lil questions :3

name: :)

sign: ⚣ (jk it’s gemini ☉ capricorn ☽ pisces ↑)

height: like 5’10, 5’9 ish idk. 176 cm

time: it’s currently 8:22 pm as i answer this question

birthday: may 23

favorite bands/artists: i love kesha so much. uhm i’ve been listening to fall out boy since i was in like middle school. tbh i don’t listen to music all that much and what i do listen to is sporadic i’m not consistent with artists i’ll listen to like an song from an artist ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

last movie: rewatched my big fat greek wedding, one of my faveys, the other night with @catgifsinthesenate

last show: uhhhmmm i’m genuinely not sure. probably rpdr as7

when i created this blog: this blog was december 2020 or maybe january 2021 but tbh it’s just exactly the same as my last blog but sluttier; that one i made in august 2013

what i post: everything lol text posts and jokes and memes and art and pretty pictures and hot guys just whatever honestly

last thing i googled: inches to cm

other blogs: i have a blog for fiber arts (knitting, crochet, embroidery, etc.) but i post extremely infrequently because i don’t do any of those as much as i’d like to and i finish even fewer projects than i do start 😅 @knitsmage and a side blog for reblogging porn that i never post my own stuff to lol that blog’s just for me

do i get asks?: i get some! but infrequently lol, mostly from my mutuals <3

following: 914

followers: 1,348

average hours of sleep: i really really try to get 8 hours or more every night but it’s really hard not to stay up late especially when i know i work the next morning and won’t have any free time the next day :/

instruments: i play the piano and i played the violin in school. i really wanna get back into the violin but they’re expensive and lessons are expensive and i’m far from wealthy lol. i also have a ukulele that i strum from time to time, and i’ve tried to learn a bunch of other instruments too to varying degrees of success

what i’m wearing: i was wearing scrubs when i started this at work but i didn’t waste an instant taking all my clothes off when i got home lol so nothing now

dream job: i do not dream of labor :) but the job i wish i had rn would probably be something like data entry where i can sit by myself with no customers or middle management and copy/type things up for a couple hours and then leave

dream trip: there’s a lot of places i wanna go tbh. i would love to go to germany and austria someday, and around other parts of europe too. i also really wanna take a cross-country train trip, i love riding trains so much. and i’d love to see every national park in the us

nationality: unfortunately am*rican ://

favorite songs: no <3

last book i read: heh i really don’t read as much as i’d like to 😅 i think the last book i finished was listening to pjo the sea of monsters again (and then didn’t finish the titan’s curse). the last book i started was, i think, house of leaves

i’ll tag uhhhhhh @daaaaanver @zelmoe @holleywoodsigns @adamsmasher @12-hour-630-mile @its-scoots and anyone else who wants to ofc!!

#lol i hate my actual name and ive tried out a bunch but none of them have felt right so i really don’t know what to put #i’m sure i’ve introduced myself to mutuals under like 6 different names bc i was trying them out and then decided i hate them too #fun ask game what did i tell you my name was when we started talking lol #also you cannot make me choose a favorite song how could i ever choose just a few #i love all the little recordings in my phone #about me #p

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wxldchxld · 3 years

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This started out as like, a light piece just to describe what Beck’s workspace looks like and I won’t lie I’m a little obsessed with it. People always ask me like how tf Harper and Beck get along and... this. It’s this. Harper turns into a big sappy baby who lives off of nothing but Loving Her Wife Juice.

I’ll probably go back and edit this a couple of times for typos and other things but I love it so much I just wanna post it rn. And I won’t be putting it under a cut so y’all will have to live with it.

Harper knocked, almost tentatively, on the open door. From outside she could smell the intoxicating aroma of fir trees and herbs, sweetened by dried apples and candied citrus, drawing the attention of any passersby and calling them in. But she lingered there, knocking a second time when she got no response. Somewhere an old record player was crackling as Judy Garland sang about far away places over a rainbow, and a warm voice was humming along with it. Harper gently ran her thumb over one of the embroidered silk foxes among flower petals embedded into the translucent curtain that covered the door. The fabric, a deep ocean blue, shuffled under her attention, and the little creatures looked as if they were dancing.

Even on the threshold of Beck’s workshop, the world felt so slow. Time didn’t abide by schedules and obligations. It flowed like a lazy river on the precipice of winter, slowly but surely crusting over with ice. If she stood still long enough, would it freeze entirely? Or would the warm glow that haloed her lover forever melt away the sharpest crystals and encourage it to move on?

She didn’t need to knock. She didn’t need permission to enter. Not only did she doubt Beck would care, but the building was hers. The city--in its own way--was hers. It was her nature to utterly and completely possess things---to take them into herself to keep. If someone asked, she’d likely have even said Beck was hers.

But she had no claim over this place. It was a feeling that went far deeper than any deed or contract or organization. The magic here was so perfectly interwoven with it that it felt like it belonged to Beck.

Inside the room, there was a little tsk and a rich, quiet laugh. “What are you doing hanging out there like a bat? The door is open.”

The door was always open. Beck still clung to the old superstitions of their people. Ancient rules about hospitality and ways witches ought to behave. Rules made in a time when their people had been valued and listened to, long before Christians had turned them into a target and Google had rendered them obsolete. But Beck claimed it wasn’t about people, it was about magic, and its strange laws that were shrouded in mystery. Magic, she said, liked to know its witches were always open and welcome to it. In return for a witch’s “proper” hospitality, magic would sweep away the bad luck that so often got caught behind closed doors. And--again according to Beck--spirits were much the same, and closing the door on them might cause otherwise benign entities to turn dark with anger.

But Harper had been raised by much less traditional witches. One specifically that would have worn her back end raw with a wooden spoon for letting the heat escape and airing their business out in front of their neighbors.

She pushed the curtain aside and stepped into the room, leaving any lingering thoughts of her mother laid on the doorstep with the rest of her worries.

The apartment was an explosion of barely organized chaos. Dried herbs and flowers hung from the ceiling or were pressed between the thick, heavy pages of spellbooks laying on the shelves beside jars stuffed with candied fruits and tea leaves. Knitwork and embroidery and tapestries and clothing in all states of completion were laid out on tables or hung up from the wall. Live plants in brightly colored pots lounged in the sunlight that poured in from the huge windows on the far side of the wall. There was a collection of open-faced cabinets filled with canisters of wood and glass and stone that sat in clusters with no apparent system of coordination. Above her the high ceilings had been turned into an aerial playground of wooden bridges, little boxes, and plush cushions either nailed into the wall or floating in midair among the drying plants where her most cantankerous familiar could sit and look down on the apartment like a goddess. A fire roared energetically to her right, and to her left there was a small kitchen where an enormous pot of sliced apples was being attended by an enchanted spoon.

It was nothing like the penthouse they shared when Harper left her work to come home. But oddly enough Beck’s workshop didn’t feel cramped or chaotic. It was warm. It was inviting. Everything melted together on the merit that no two things were remotely related to one another in any sensible way. A way that suggested every single item had been purposefully hand picked or handmade by the master of the domain and placed precisely where they were meant to be.

And there she sat, behind it all, nestled among the plants in front of a wall of windows. Her feet were curled up in the plush, gliding rocker beside her, and she was smiling up at her through a halo of sunlight. In this place she was a queen, and her crown was made of braids entangled with wildflowers and encrusted with knitting needles and crochet hooks that she had stuck away for safekeeping and promptly forgotten about. She was holding a little stuffed creature in one hand, and pulling a needle and thread in the other.

Beck always seemed fondly amused by the slow, reverent way Harper entered her domain. Their eyes met for a few gentle seconds, and then Beck looked to her right, where something shimmering and half formed in the sunlight began to move. Harper tried to focus on the spirit, but it collapsed in on itself and turned into a yellow moth as big as her hand, and lazily fluttered into the shadow of a flower by the window.

“That doesn’t unnerve you?” Harper asked, taking a seat in an armchair across from her girlfriend.

Again the blonde let out a breezy laugh that harmonized with the music in the background.

“You spend half your nights in an enchanted necropolis in some undisclosed abyss with only dead people and a renegade faerie for company, and an air spirit unnerves you.” She said, a playful perk in her brow.

Harper scoffed in feigned offense. “Dead things don’t think. They don’t watch me. I don’t like to be watched.”

“What a shame. You’re quite the sight to look at.”

Now Harper laughed, a rare, genuine chuckle of amusement. She wasn’t modest by any means, but Beck’s flattery could still make her heart race and her stomach fill with butterflies. As if it were the first time, even though compliments fell from Beck like droplets of rain in a spring shower.

“Well it’s a privilege. And it’s only bestowed on people I think highly of.”

Beck snorted soundlessly. “I can’t imagine there are many of those.”

“Only one, currently. And I’d let her do anything she pleased.” Harper replied. There was a small, suggestive grin on her lips, and a devilish twinkle in her eye.

“Oh?” Both of Beck’s brows raised and the hand holding her needle pressed against her heart as if she were shocked. “Then I guess I have someone to be jealous of, because you certainly don’t let me do whatever I want.”

Again she laughed, and Beck joined in with her. Harper rolled her eyes, her quick tongue failing her, and said lightly. “Shut up.”

“See?! There it is right there. Always bossing me around.” The little witch clicked her tongue in fake disapproval.

“Anything you want to me.” Harper corrected, still grinning so wide that it hurt her cheeks. “The fact that I don’t let you wreak havoc all across the tristate area is not the same.”

Beck held up both her hands in surrender. “Hey, you say potato, I say tomato.”

“That’s-” Harper halted her correction when she saw the look on Beck’s face that suggested her point was about to be proven perfectly. “Absolutely right.”

It was Beck’s turn to roll her eyes, and then she returned her attention to the project in her hands. Harper leaned forward just a little to try and catch a subtle glimpse, and without a word from the necromancer, Beck raised up the stuffed animal to show.

“Essi has decided that she’s infatuated with snails.” She said, shaking her head.

Esteri was a frequent visitor in their home. Harper could remember when she was born how Beck had practically lived at Frankie’s house and brought the infant home with her when her friend needed rest. Midori and Jari had done just the same, and the door to her penthouse had practically revolved for months as the gaggle of friends came and went. Essi had just turned three a short while ago, and she’d grown into a wild-eyed, challenging little girl. Consequently, one of Beck’s favorite hobbies consisted of indulging her every whim and encouraging her to be as difficult as possible. If that meant making a snail to feed her newest fancy, Harper knew that “Aunty Beck” was more than happy to provide.

“It’s not surprising, between you and Dori I don’t know who lets her play in the dirt more.”

“We play in the garden.” Beck corrected.

Harper refused to give ground. “Gardens are mostly dirt.”

“It’s important for witches to know how to plant and grow.” Her playful tone had gotten a little more serious. Not angry, but carrying a thread of absolute belief. “You could use a bit more time in the garden. And the sun for that matter.”

“Alas my love,” She sighed dramatically, “I am a creature of the night.”

Something soft bounced off her nose and fell into her lap. It was the snail. It’s stupid, smiling face laughing up at her.

“Are you throwing things at me now?” She teased, “Do you really want to start this with me?”

“You’re the one who said I could do whatever I wanted to you.” Beck wasn’t even bothering to contain her wolfish grin.

“You. Not this creature you’ve created. I can’t take an attack like this sitting down. I have a reputation to uphold.” She stood up, stuffed animal clenched in her hand, and slowly walked toward the fire place.

“Don’t you dare!” Beck squealed. They both knew it was an empty threat, that Harper would never disrespect the woman she loved so brazenly, but Beck threw the blankets off her lap and scrambled to her feet in a flash. Harper held the stuffed creature high above her head as Beck latched onto her.

There was a flush of heat that certainly didn’t come from any fire as their bodies pressed together. Beck was all soft curves over surprisingly strong muscles and blue eyes that glittered in the flames.

“Give me that back!” She demanded, trying to sound stern and reaching hopelessly for the toy. The pair stumbled and fell against a wall. When it shook a cascade of lavender petals and thyme leaves peppered them like confetti.

The necromancer curled one of her legs behind her lover’s and held up the animal higher. “I never knew you had this kind of rage inside of you. You know maybe you should go to therapy.”

“I never knew you were so annoyi-OH” Harper swept them both to the side, and Beck only managed to stay upright because she was being held against her so tightly. The little witch huffed, her cheeks flushing. “Oh I’m going to knock you over the side of the head so hard it smarts for a month!”

“See! There it is again! That rage!” Harper teased, merciless. A little childish, even. “Beck it’s me! Please, remember you loved me once.”

“You’re too rotten for loving. You give me that toy right now!”

Harper was shaking with laughter, her free hand wrapped around Beck’s waist as she strained. Beck was laughing too, intermittently. Every few seconds her angry façade would break just long enough for a smile and a chuckle that made her quiver against her.

“Why are you so godsdamned tall?! Was your mother a giant?” Beck’s hand had a hold on her wrist and her nails were just barely scratching the skin that ignited a dangerous excitement in Harper.

“A troll, actually. It’s a wonder I turned out so pretty.” Harper carefully guided them through the room backing them into the perfect position. When her hand was at just the right height, she felt the toy roughly ripped away from her, and the enormous black feline leaped over the both of them with it in her mouth, and (likely sensing what was about to happen) ran out into the hall.

"They say the devil has a pretty face---and Angrboda you’re giving that back!” The smaller witch tried to twist to look at her familiar, but Harper had pulled her tight against her body. Now with her other hand free she tilted up her lover’s chin and kissed her softly, the both of them still intermittently giggling.

They turned again, fingers tangled in one another’s hair, lips locked, the air between them dissolving until her lungs burned but still neither of them pulled away. Not until Harper had backed the witch up to the armchair. She gave her lover a rough push and watched her fall back into the seat, panting and grinning in delight.

She placed a knee on either side of Beck and trapped her against the cushions, reveling in the way she shivered. Her head stooped to whisper in the little witch’s ear. “And what would you let the devil do to you?”

Beck's hands were tightly gripping her hips, trying to pull her even closer. She smelled like apples and wildflowers and everything Harper loved in the world. She was everything Harper loved in the world. Perhaps even the only thing she loved in the world of the living.

“I’d let her do anything she wants.” Beck said beneath her, and the record came to a scratchy stop, and all Harper could hear was the crackle of the fire and the door slamming shut behind them.

#drabbles #my drabbles #i love them so much tho omgggggg

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strangeradventuresofp · 4 years

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scarred part 2(firelord!zuko x reader)

requested by : @yepthatsame - Ahh I just read Scarred and it was so good! Do you think you do a part 2 where they meet again after years of his banishment? No worries if not!

A/N : thats such a good idea omg i cant believe i didnt think of it lmao but im so glad u enjoyed part 1 hopefully you enjoy this one too !!<3

part one

“All hail Fire Lord Zuko!”

The boy you had loved and missed, for so many years suddenly emerged right in front of your eyes. You couldn’t believe it; too stunned to notice that everyone was clapping. Tears threatened to fall as you wondered if he would remember you if you appeared before him. He seemed so different than when he left. He wasn’t vulnerable anymore, it was obvious by the way he held himself; straight back, standing tall, shoulders broad. He was a completely different person; the new Fire Lord. You were happy for him, of course. All he had ever wanted to do was serve and do his country justice, and now he is. It was just such a shock to you that after leaving you to capture the avatar, they now stood side by side, smiling genuinely at each other. It was very confusing to you, and you found yourself crying as you looked up at him.

Panicking, you frantically looked for somewhere to hide as the two began walking down the stairs to greet their guests. Suddenly, and open door into the castle caught your eye, which you dashed into, luckily without being seen. You didn’t know whether you were going to try to speak to him, you didn’t have a clue if he even remembered you.

“Can I help you?” You must have been thinking for a good while because eventually, a familiar yet very new voice called out to you. Frowning, you saw it was the Fire Lord, looking at you with confusion and concern. You tilted your head, not saying anything, just looking at him. He had more muscle than before, that was obvious. He had grown a lot taller. His hair was tied into a bun at the top of his head, instead of his signature ponytail, with baby hairs pulled out at his hairline. His eyes were a different shade of gold, they glistened and shone, even without the sunlight hitting him. You hadn’t seen his scar, and frankly, you never wanted to, but you really had no choice, frowning as you looked at it. “Um.. Are you okay?”

His words sent your mind into an emotional frenzy, and you broke down as you recalled the day he left you, falling to your knees, tears flooding down your face, sobs thick with sorrow. It took Zuko by surprise, not exactly knowing how to help. He knelt beside you and gently placed his hand on your shoulder, to which you flinched away, looking up at him. His heart ached at the sight of your tear stained face; puffy eyes, red cheeks and swollen lips. However, it wasn’t until he looked closer at your broken eyes that he saw. He saw that they were the same broken eyes , the same teary eyes that pleaded him not to leave. Gasping, he pulled you into a hug. You grunted, struggling in his grip.

“Get off!” Your voice broke as you pushed him away from you. Zuko didn’t know what to do. He thought you would be happy to see him after all these years, but then again his abrupt exit left you shattered, and he could clearly see it.

“Y/N..”

“Don’t you dare.” You glared at him, flames in your eyes. He sighed in defeat and shut his mouth, looking at you, waiting for you to say something. When you didn’t, Zuko sighed and opened his mouth once again.

“Y/N, please. Just let me-”

“Stop it.” You spat, venom thick on your tongue. “You think you can just leave me, your best friend, for three years, come back with the avatar as Fire Lord and I’ll forgive you? You’re stupid, Zuko.” He breathed when you said his name, sadness glossing over his eyes.

“Y/N, I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry, you’ll never understand.”

“Sorry doesn’t fix something like this.” Zuko dodged your gaze as you tried to lock your eyes with his. “I loved you. I loved you more than anything. I was there for you, through everything. And you left me, without a care in the world. Tch. Some Fire Lord.” The harsh words, and use of past tense, caused the boy to flinch, his brows knitting together in empathy.

“Y/N-”

“Stop saying my-”

“Can you just let me talk? Please?” You were hurting, and knew you deserved some sort of an explanation, so you allowed him to continue. “I’m sorry, Y/N. Truly. I can never, ever take back what I did. It breaks my heart knowing what I did to you. And I wish I could take it back. But, I just want you to know.. I never stopped thinking about you. I loved you a-and I still do. With all of my heart. I’m s-”

“Stop saying you’re sorry.”

“You’re why I changed my path. When I left, I thought my destiny was to capture the avatar and restore my honor, and come home, to you. To my family. But my Uncle got inside my head and I began to realize that you would hate me, if I enabled my father’s sick fantasy of superiority. So I had to do something about it. And that’s why I’m here, trying to make amends for what my family had done. I am so, so sorry, Y/N. And if you could ever find it in your heart to forgive me, I would be-” Zuko was cut off by you, pulling him into a tight hug. He sighed contently, happy to finally have you back in his arms, willingly. He stroked your hair as you sobbed against his chest. You felt safe in his embrace and gently leaned into him, smiling at his warmth.

“I never stopped loving you, Y/N.” Feeling too weak to say anything, you looked up to him and cupped his cheek in your small hand, smiling wider than you had before, tears staining your pretty face. Zuko leaned into your touch and smiled back at you, using his thumbs to delicately wipe the tears from your face. He pressed a light kiss to your temple before pulling you into a hug once again. You sniffled, before opening your mouth to speak.

“I forgive you, Zuko.”

“Thank you, Y/N.”

“Zuko?”

“Yes?”

“I never stopped loving you either.” Zuko smiled at your words, slowly leaning in before touching his lips with yours. You were both equally as happy to be back in each other’s arms. You loved each other, and you were finally together again. The Fire Lord finally felt like he was truly at home again, as did you, in his embrace.

“So... ‘Fire Lord Zuko’, huh?”

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A/N : guys im SO SORRY i havent written for so long and i promise im getting to the other requests but it might take me a little while and im so so sorry but im suffering such bad writers block rn and ive been so busy the last few days too but anyway im so sorry this is short i hope u like it though and i also hope you have a fantastic day ilysm<3 xo p

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cherryhanji · 4 years

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high hopes

drabble. felix x reader

genre: angst, fluff-ish, college au, best friends to almost lovers(?) au, and all that shit hoping that ur best friend likes u too

words: 1.1k

warning(s): foul language

alexa's note:

soooo. i am back, with garbage lol. My mind is blank, and this drabble was sitting on my drafts for a long time now. I recently edited it (even though my mind is not in the right track rn).

“Apparently all our friends have a bet going that we end up together.” prompt by: @moanlightlust (i searched for some prompts and saw this. thank you!

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"Hey" Felix approached your sitting form outside the building after classes. You were silently resting after your surprise quiz in Economics. Your mood lifting when you saw your best friend approach you with his usual bright smile.

"What's up? How's classes? Did you sleep on your Linguistics class again?" You joked earning a hearty chuckle from him.

"Almost. Good thing Jisung decided to sit beside me to keep me awake. Her crush is absent so he doesn't have any choice but to sit with me." You noticed that your other friends weren't here yet. Some of your friends still have classes at this hour. But you didn't see any single soul of them today.

"Where's Jisung and Minho? I know Minho has the same vacant time like ours. And Jisung?" You said and searched for their shadows around the university field.

"Ah, they went out and eat. They asked me if I want to join. I said I'll go if I see you around. You want to eat? I bet they're waiting for us." Your stomach grumble at the mention of eating. You didn't have recent breakfast yet, so you didn't hesitate to agree. After all, food is also your best friend. Who isn't?

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"Does it take a lifetime to go here? Gosh I'm hungry as hell" Jisung nagged as soon as you arrived at the diner. It doesn't take half an hour to go there, your friend is just dramatic. As you expect from Jisung.

"Whatever, Sung. We're all the same." You retorted as you pull the chair out to sit down while Felix does the same.

"Here comes your order." A waiter approaches your table, the food that you assumed the two ordered before you came with him.

"Wow, y'all really my friends, huh" you said as Minho hand you your food..

"Of course, we're your best friends, I don't know with the other one beside you." Minho remarked making Jisung stifle a laugh, your eyebrows knitted in confusion and your gaze turning to the person beside you, which happens to be Felix.

"What? Isn't he my best friend too?" Jisung rolled his eyes, sneer display on his face.

"you two are a thing, right?" A big "what" left your lips, while Felix gasped in shock. You two became silent, making the two boys clap triumphantly.

"Chan and Jeongin owed us 10 dollars." Jisung said give Minho a high-five. While your gaze turn to them, confusion evident on your face.

"What the hell, Sung. And what? Chan and Jeongin owe you 10 dollars?? What does that even mean?" You asked.

"Apparently all our friends have a bet going that we end up together". Felix decided to tell you because it seems like Minho and Jisung won't stop stifling their laughs. While you were shocked by what Felix said. How crazy your friends can get? Does it really look like it? You were just being a nice friend. Apparently, you were like that to all of your friends, and you must admit, Felix is likeable. Since he is the one you knew for a very long time. You really grew fond of him.

"W-what? The hell with you guys? Y'all being crazy" You chortled. Felix let out an awkward laugh, running his hand through his hair.

"Yeah, you're weird. You're making this awkward for Y/N."

"Do we really look like it? I mean, I am like that to all of you. Because y'all my best friends." Minho tutted, shaking his head.

"Nope, you're being extra with Felix. All of us can notice it, duh." He remarked making you huff lowly. Felix on the other hand, was silent. Hopes of you liking him never left his mind. Even he, can notice it. So he thought that you, somewhat likes him too.

"No- because I knew Felix for a very long time. But I love you all." You replied. You're sure, it's just of because of that.

"Enough with the wheedles and favoritism, I'm hungry." Jisung said and started digging in his food. You chuckled and shrugged, eating your food that is now starting to cool.

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That moment inside the diner made Felix's mind ramble with thoughts. Are you really sure of that? Is it true that you're just being sweet to him because you've known him for so long? He expected, he wanted to ask. He wanted to know if what you said was true. But he don't want to waste the years of your friendship. What if you became awkward with each other when he tell you what he feels? Felix is aware how coward he is. And he wanted to get that out of his system. He wants to be a man. But a picture of you turning away from him scares him.

"Hey, uh... Did you feel awkward a while ago?" Felix asked as soon as you reached your apartment's door. You turned to him and smile. The genuine smile that you always flash to him that he'll never get tired of. With your years of friendship with Felix, liking him romantically (if that's what you think) is not an avoidable thing. He's the sweetest, most caring, funny and lovable person you've met in your years of existence in this world. But, you're not sure now if you still like him that way. Felix is the person you'll easily like. And you proved that to yourself.

"How about you? Did you feel awkward?" You asked back to him. He just smiled sheepishly and scratched his nape.

"Uhm... maybe..? I don't know. A bit?" He's taken aback by your question. He didn't know you'll gave his question back to him. You just pursed your lips, you don't want to tell him that you, you used to like him. If he's awkward from a while ago, what more if you told him you liked him?

"Oh, okay. Don't worry, I'm not." You said and he nodded slowly in response. You two stayed silent for a while. Waiting for each other to bid goodbyes.

"Uh... i'm gonna go in, see you tomorrow?" You decided to speak first. Not wanting to make the silence between you longer.

"Uh, yeah okay okay. See you." You said and turn the doorknob to open, you turn your face to Felix and bid your goodbyes to him.

"Go home safe, okay?" Felix nodded and waved his hand before turning his back and walk on his way home. You sighed and slowly closed the door. Maybe not telling it will be better. It'll make things less awkward.

___

Felix realized, that you don't like him. You never felt awkward, right? You're just a nice and caring friend for him.

Maybe it's time to tell Chan and Jeongin that Jisung and Minho owed them ten dollars.

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infiniteseriesofhalfways · 4 years

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Sometimes I need to get thoughts out of my brain you know?

(this is literally just me talking about knitting for awhile and then strangely, AH and my mental health tbh)

I wrote a knitting pattern that should be going up for sale this week (I hope??) and it's so wild to me bc I really only started knitting about a year ago? Like October of 2019. I'd tried multiple times ever since I learned to crochet when I was like 10, but just always struggled and hated it until one day it just... Clicked? And now I wrote a real pattern that I'm immensely proud of and I love and genuinely think is good?

I finished one and so did my mom, and we both have multiple other colorways in the works and it's because we've both had such a good time making it. I really do think it's beautiful as a pattern and I know the shawls people could make would be astounding. And I don't mean it in a 'look what a great pattern I made, what I'VE created is so wonderful' or egotistical or whatever way, I just... Genuinely love it.

The wildest part is that is started bc I was just... Fucking around with colors I liked. There was so much shit happening in October and I could not shut any part of my brain off enough with anything else, and I was so stressed and in such a bad place, so I just fucked around and made something that might give me comfort. The idea that this could be the Start Of Something because of that blows my mind.

And I'm mostly kidding here but I'm also terrified someone is going to say something about my color choice for the original and I'm going to have to admit that I 105% made it in Rimmy Tim colors bc they were the only thing I could stand to look at at the time. How do I begin to explain that to some woman on ravelry??

Anyway here's pics of part of it

Bc the actual pattern isn't out yet but I assure you there are more purple/orange bits and much less yellow as it goes on. But like... I made this! I did something! And it was completely born out of anxiety and my dear love for Jeremy's ridiculous color scheme. Which is fuckin hilarious and also part of why I love it so much.

I don't know my point here, but it's just... The world is fuckin weird sometimes. The things that inspire us. The things that turn into bigger things way beyond our imagination. Like if I hadn't stumbled upon a rage quit video 7 or 8 years ago I never would have made this. Because I wouldn't have gotten into AH, wouldn't have seen Jeremy's content, wouldn't have such a dear love for this color scheme, wouldn't have been in the kind of shit place I was in October for some of the reasons I was, wouldn't have turned to knitting to help ease the anxiety I had, wouldn't have made this thing.

Which is not even to mention all of the other parts of my life that would be different, like if I hadn't stayed on tumblr primarily bc of the AH fandom, I never would have connected with some of the wonderful folks I have, my writing would be either in a completely different place or non existent (which rn... lmao) my sense of humor might be wildly different to what it is and I might not have connected with my best friend the way that I have. He introduced me to bands that have forever shaped the way I listen to music. I went to my first concert bc of him. Would we have the relationship we have if the way I joked wasn't shaped by AH? Like the list goes on.

Honestly who would I be today if I had never heard Michael yell "swiss fucking cheese" and immediately watched other stuff he had done? Again, not even to get into what effect it's had on my mental health like... There were points where my only reason for not killing myself was so I could at least see whatever video was coming up. Which is ridiculous in a lot of ways but also even if it's something small hold on to it you know? And I'm so fucking grateful for that. It helped get me far enough to my childhood best friend coming back into my life one particular night when it wasn't enough, which is some timing I'll forever wonder about.

I just... Who would I be? Would I be at all? Shit, would I be a wildly more successful version of me instead? I don't know. I think I'm happy though, where I am. Happier than I used to be, at least. I think that counts for something. I'm not where I want to be but at least I'm not where I used to be, etc.

Anyway I really went on and on didn't I? This started as me wanting to make a joke about my first shawl pattern being Rimmy Tim colors, and then I just started thinking things. The world is weird. Life is weird. I am honestly glad to still be here though. And I think that's good.

#HOO BOY I GOT EMOTIONS TONIGHT #if anyone reads this: thank you i love you #youre the real hero for actually reading this mess #uhhhhh i should probably tag some things #tw: suicide #idk the word for like... mildly freaking out at the connectedness of events and how different things could be without them #existentialism? i guess?#idk man #i am ok i am just feeling things #the suicide ment is not current #it is very past i promise #ks gets personal

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yibuo · 4 years

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Hey, I love your blog ❤️. Can I ask for Uniq full story? I've seen a bits of it online but it's such a mess I can't figure out what's truth. Have a nice day 😁

FUNNY how i received this ask when i was crying about wenhan’s baby angel voice in best friend just earlier

tldr if i ever meet du hua it’s on SIGHT

LOL okay idk if this is the FULL story i probably won’t include details and stuff because i didn’t closely follow uniq during their whole hiatus thing (i had the brainpower to stan one group at a time but now look at me TWO kpop groups AND i’m starting to follow a cpop group AND pd camp 2020 AND am constantly fuming at yibo and xiao zhan’s management agencies for ruining their idol groups )

pls correct me if i’m wrong im small brain ok i’m putting this in keep reading bc it’s too long and a ramble

tldr thanks yuehua for messing w/ 5 guys’ dreams.. even though they’re successful they’re not able to do what they originally wanted to

also there’s this legendary video dragging yuehua

also thank u for ur love sweetie i love u too xoxo i hope ur having a wonderful day/evening/night!

LOOL anyway so uniq is a korean-chinese boy group formed under yuehua ent which has korean and chinese management ... you probably know other kpop artists from yuehua like wjsn (co-managed by starship) or everglow... if you’re into cpop there’s next/next7...anyway they have 3 chinese members(yixuan, wenhan, and yibo) and 2 korean members (sungjoo and seungyoun) and they debuted in 2014 with falling in love, promoted btwn china and korea, released a couple of osts (for like, teenage mutant ninja turtles and madagascar lol lol lol) and then in 2015 they came back w/ eoeo (if you’re into kpop you probably know eoeo at least) it’s their most well-known song, and this comeback was w/ their first (and only lol lol) ep/mini album.

they started garnering a good amount of attention and started to appear on more variety shows in korea and china, started promoting in japan, they even went to brazil in a fanmeet that’s pretty cool lol , (but...why didn’t they solidify uniq’s position in kr/ch with their momentum instead of sending them to different countries??? we love money-minded yeehaw entertainment)

and then china’s hallyu ban happened (which is something that i never really understood and never took the time to fully research because it hurt my brain) but essentially chinese govt restricted k-entertainment from profitting in china because politics, for example a lot of kpop tours and fanmeets got cancelled. and this put uniq in a difficult position because they’re split between being based in china and korea, but eventually the ban got lessened (there’s still tension but like, there’s literally adore u playing in the camp of pd camp 2020 ep 2 so like lol) but yeehaw made NO efforts to maintain the group musically b/c they’re money-minded cows and if they split uniq up into a kr and a chinese unit they can’t make as much money as if they sent the members into acting.... (literally there’s an interview from a couple yrs back where xuan talks about how itd be nice to make music but it doesn’t make as much as acting does in china :-(( ) so while they still had events in japan, they didn’t do much together in their main bases, and acted a lot cool cool

one thing i never understood is why yuehua never just pushed them more in the kr market...there are so many groups in the k-industry w/ chinese members (i literally STAN one, my ULT is a chinese member in a kpop group what the HECK)...but making money right lol anyway so xuan, wenhan, and yibo went into acting in china (and yibo is an mc on day day up), and acting takes up sm time, (gonna quote my chinese friend here who’s a sad wjsn ot13 stan who misses cheng xiao, mmq, and wxy, once ur popular in china it’s goodbye kpop) and sungjoo went into acting in korea (if you’ve ever watched my secret terrius or the disaster that was liar and his lover w/ joy, sungjoo is in those lol) and seungyoun continued to produce and release music as woodz and luizy

but it’s sad because they all trained for so long to perform on the stage as 5 but yuehua’s shitty management in the hallyu ban crisis thing really screwed them over...in terms of being on the stage like come on! THEY HAVE TALENT.. ok in early 2018 they released an ep and in dec 2018 they released their single monster (last single together lol), but again, no group promotion, no being able to perform on the stage, no nothing (oh yeah also yibo was a dance mentor on produce 101 china in 2018 nice)

2019 was a good year for most of the members:

-wenhan went on qcyn (youth with you season 1, the second show in the idol producer franchise) and got 1st, debuting in unine which he’s currently a part of, and got to perform on the stage after years of not being able to, thanks yuehua

-yixuan went on all for one (another survival program from youku), also got 1st, and debuted in new storm

-yibo (as we all know) acted in the untamed and became ultra-popular for his well-roundedness

-seungyoun went on the 4th season/spinoff of produce 101 in kr called produce x 101 and got 5th place, debuting in x1, which later disbanded, THANKS MNET THAT’S ANOTHER STORY BUT anyway i don’t think seungyoun was rigged into place, does yuehua even care that much?? lmOA he was so loveable on px101 and i think the move perf rly sealed the deal for everyone

-sungjoo...was done dirty by yeehaw...he’s a MAIN VOCAL he has SOLo potential but yeehaw just put him in the dungeon thanks.. and he recently enlisted in the army not too long ago

oh also sungjoo, xuan, and yibo performed monster + eoeo together at yuehua’s 10 anniversary concert...seungyoun wasn’t there because of x1 and wenhan performed with unine

wow yeehaw really thought they deserved a 10th anniversaryy celebration LMFAO

***the members are still part of uniq though, survival shows are weird

anyway as we can see each member is talented in their own way and uniq is an unfortunate case of yuehua not knowing how to manage people lol but if you watch their shows you know that they’re genuine and tight-knit, and even though they might not be together rn, in their hearts they’re still a part of uniq (cue pics of their weibo usernames having uniq in them, cue wenhan spamming his dad’s video with “UNIQ IS STILL TOGETHER” when his dad talks about how uniq disbanded) and they haven’t forgotten their identity of being part of uniq even as they get older. their contracts expire in 2022 and w/ kim sungjoo in the army, who knows if they actually will make a comeback but this is why everyone hates yuehua and everyone misses uniq bye

again i know they’re successful individually, i know seungyoun’s able to produce his own music, yibo’s able to turn his hobbies into work, wenhan and yixuan are still able to perform on a stage, they came here for uniq and got separated w/o them ever wanting to

#reply #next thing u know someone is gonna ask me about xiao zhan and xnine and wjjw and i will continue my heatedness #Anonymous

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jungcupid-archive · 5 years

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i dare you (to never let me go)

pairing: jungkook x jimin

summary: and after all that had passed, jungkook would always be pulled back to jimin. he didn’t know why, maybe it was fate (or maybe it was his 9-year-old daughter).

chapter: 6/?

a/n: lots of things going on rn, sorry for the late update

The large, iron gates had a banner strung across the bars that read ‘HOPE WORLD JUNIOR SUMMER CAMP!’ in large, sparkly letters. Beyond the gates, Hyejung could see lush, green fields. There seemed to be a few large cabins scattered throughout the property and 50-60 kids were already walking over the small lake via the bridge. Mina was practically bouncing, her backpack making noises because of everything getting jostled around. Hyejung put a hand on Mina’s shoulder to calm her down.

They’d caught a train in the early morning and in the matter of 2 hours, had arrived in front of the camp.

Hyejung couldn’t believe that all this time, Jimin had been this close to her without her even knowing it. This was real. She was about to come face-to-face with Jimin again, the boy she’d treated like her son, the boy who had probably turned into a man. It almost brought tears to her eyes, but she tried to reign them in. She hadn’t even met him yet, it was absurd of Hyejung to get so emotional now. With a newfound resolve, Hyejung pushed open the gates and led Mina to the bridge.

Hoseok was standing there, greeting all the kids as they passed by, radiating excitement and happiness. When they approached him, Hoseok smile faltered for just a moment before it flickered back to life. He took the bags out of Hyejung’s hand and bowed.

“Welcome to camp!” Hoseok turned to Mina and shook her hand professionally, “Pleasure to meet you, little Jimin.”

“Only uncool people call me Jimin. I’m Mina now. I chose the name myself!” Mina nearly yelled. She was still bouncing and peering past Hoseok, probably trying to spot Jimin.

“Oh, then pardon me! I am many things, but uncool is not one of them. Pleasure to meet you little Mina,” Hoseok greeted again with a smile on his face. Mina murmured something about “street names” and before Hoseok could widen his eyes in shock, Hyejung spoke to him. God, she really needed to talk to Jungkook about filtering what he taught Mina, no matter how funny he thought it was.

“Thank you for this, Hoseok,” Hyejung placed a hand on his shoulder sincerely, “It means a lot to our little family… even if one third of the family doesn’t know it yet.”

Hoseok let out a laugh of disbelief, “Jungkook doesn’t know? Does he even know you’re here?”

Mina replied to that with, “When he reads my letter he will.” Hoseok burst into laughter and shook his head fondly, he glanced behind him and Hyejung noticed the large bundle of balloons that had been brought out. Someone was giving them out to the children and before Hyejung could even see the person’s face, she knew it was Jimin.

“Let’s go,” she said softly, not taking her eyes off the figure. Hoseok nodded and rolled the bags down the bridge, Mina walking faster when she recognized the person giving out the balloons.

When they reached Jimin, he was giving out his last balloon to a little boy about 5 years old. He wore a beautiful smile and was dressed in a maroon dress shirt and slacks, miles away from his usual tank top and basketball shorts. He looked clean, well put-together, Hyejung thought to herself. For some reason, this made her want to cry. She’d missed out on watching him grow up.

Mina reached Jimin first and Hyejung watched them from beside Hoseok.

Jimin looked at Mina with a sheepish grin, “I’m sorry, I think I’m out of balloons. Do you want me to go in and blow another one up for you?”

Mina couldn’t stop staring at Jimin. She didn’t respond, just kept a small smile on her face and tilted her head to the side, her eyes crinkling. Jimin didn’t seem to mind, smiling back at her just as genuinely.

“Your name is Jimin?” Mina asked him softly. Jimin looked down at his name-tag and nodded, “Yup, that’s still me.”

Mina grinned, “My name is Jimin too!”

Jimin gasped, his eyes big and twinkling with delight, “Really? That’s so cool! My parents named me Jimin because they really liked the name, isn’t that a boring old story? What about you? Why were you named Jimin?”

“My parents named me Jimin because they really liked you,” Mina giggled at Jimin’s confused expression and shook her head. “I’m just kidding, really. I don’t know why they named me Jimin. It doesn’t matter, anyways. Everyone calls me Mina now.”

Mina held out her hand and Jimin shook it, a laugh spilling from his lips. She adjusted her backpack and said a quick “see you around” before walking towards the other kids. Mid-step, she turned on her heel and waved to Hyejung, “He’s all yours!”

Hoseok couldn’t help but laugh, and he politely bowed to Hyejung before following Mina with the bags. Jimin turned to look at who Mina had spoken to and found a pair of eyes already on him.

Hyejung had been apart from Jimin for a long time, but happiness flooded through her knowing that she hadn’t forgotten how to read him. Jimin’s expressions contorted quickly and frequently. His smile dropped off his face and recognition pulled his eyebrows up. Jimin’s eyes had always been his most expressive feature, so Hyejung wasn’t surprised to see how quickly they flashed from guilt to happiness to relief. He got up from where he was sitting slowly, deliberately, and took steps towards Hyejung that kept quickening in pace until he was almost running into her arms.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered in her ear, choking back tears, “I’m so, so sorry.”

Hyejung, having trouble keeping back her own tears, kissed the side of his head and pulled him in closer. “You have nothing to be sorry about.”

And it was true. Hyejung might’ve been upset with him before but now that she was face to face with Jimin, she was just happy to be reunited with her boy again. She couldn’t stay upset at Park Jimin. She couldn’t then, and she couldn’t now. They kept a tight hold on each other for a few more minutes, as many minutes as years that had passed.

With each passing second, Hyejung felt the small hole in her heart being filled back up again.

Jimin sat with his legs crossed on the chair, one half of his body warming up considerably because of the fireplace. He poured Hyejung a cup of tea and handed it to her, feeling the other half of his body warming up when she smiled at him. It had been too long since he’d felt that kind of motherly affection, almost to the point where it felt foreign to him.

“I still can’t believe you just bumped into me coincidentally. This has to be fate, don’t you think?” Jimin commented with a smile on his face. Throughout the day’s various “get to know each other” activities, Jimin had refused to let Hyejung out of his sight and they’d exchanged bits and pieces of information. He’d come to know that Mina was someone Hyejung was babysitting in Seoul. She was raised by a single parent that required them to be away quite a lot. Mina had wanted to come to this camp and since her parent didn’t have time, Hyejung had offered to take her.

“You know how much I love taking care of any kid that isn’t my own,” Hyejung had teased.

“Firsthand experience,” Jimin had stated solemnly, raising a hand in the air.

They’d laughed about it, intentionally skirting around whatever memories surfaced with the mention of Hyejung’s son.

“If that’s what you want to call it Although, I think it was just a stroke of luck. Good thing I got so lucky, I missed you, Jimin,” Hyejung told him.

“I missed you too, Hyejung.” Jimin replied quietly, not wanting to think about what had caused her to miss him.

“Jimin,” Hyejung started reasonably, “I’m not going to ask you why you did it or tell you to bare you soul to me and explain exactly what happened when you left. I know you had your reasons, but why not contact me? If there was anything I could’ve done for you-”

“You couldn’t have done anything,” Jimin stated, looking into the fire. “She died, and that’s that. I feel close enough to you that I can call you my mother in some respects but… losing her wasn’t something you could’ve helped with. No one could’ve helped with that.”

Especially because it was his mother, Jimin thought to himself. Anyone else, and he would’ve been okay. He would’ve welcomed it, even. But losing his mom meant losing the only person in his family who had ever dared to love him for who he was. Jimin looked to Hyejung, who was gazing at him with knitted eyebrows and hazy eyes.

“I love you, but I think that was something I needed to go through myself.”

Hyejung nodded. “I understand. Although, I expect calls from you every few weeks now that we’ve met up again. I’m not letting you off easy anymore.”

“Yes, mother,” Jimin said, feigning exasperation when his face clearly emitted joy. He clinked his cup with Hyejung’s and took a sip of the tea.

“You know,” Jimin looked up, noticing the amusement present in Hyejung’s features, “I never thought I’d see the day when Park Jimin willingly dressed himself in a proper shirt and dress pants. I really thought you’d stick to your basketball shorts and tank tops until you were in a retirement home.”

“Oh, come on! I wasn’t that bad of a dresser!”

Hyejung raised an eyebrow, “No? I bet Jungkook wouldn’t even recognize you because of the drastic change in wardrobe.”

And Jimin’s smile freezes on his mouth, like he isn’t quite sure if he wants to let it slide off his face or keep it there for show. He can tell that Hyejung made the remark on purpose, that she’s gauging his reaction, but he doesn’t know what to do about it.

Then, he let’s his smile soften. “Back then, he’d dare me to wear something like this, knowing it was the only way to ensure I’d stay uncomfortable for the entire day.” It’s natural, talking about Jungkook. Even if he has to bite his tongue from opening the floodgates of questions he has about his former best friend. Even if his smile doesn’t sit right on his cheeks. It’s muscle memory that keeps him going, forming the other’s name without a second thought.

Jimin wants to hear one thing. He knows it’s not his place, especially not now. But he still wants to know.

“Is he… he’s good, yeah? Jungkook?” And Hyejung, still as perceptive to Jimin’s feelings as she’d always been, just smiles. Jimin feels guilty, like he was caught in the act of something unspeakable. He knows Hyejung doesn’t know about him, but he averts his eyes nonetheless.

“I think I should head to bed,” she tells him softly. Jimin snaps back into a state of alertness and nods, placing his tea on the table.

“Of course, it’s getting late. Last chance to sleep in the main cabin, are you sure you don’t want to come?”

“Staying with Mina is probably the better option. You better head to bed as well, don’t bother walking me to the tent, I’ll find it,” Jimin wants to protest, but he knows it’ll be in vain. He hugs Hyejung at the door of the cabin and watches her walk into the night, her phone’s flashlight guiding her.

He’s not going to be able to sleep for a while.

Hyejung walked into the tent and whispered, “You awake?”

Mina flipped around in her bed and turned on her flashlight. “Of course!”

“Okay, here’s the deal…” Hyejung spent a few minutes reviewing all her new information with Mina and once they’d gotten their cover story down pat, Hyejung asked her one last question.

“So, when are we getting your father to come down here?”

“Oh don’t worry about that, Grandma,” Mina said with a devilish grin, “He still has to come home and freak out before we call him.”

With that, they both went to bed. Mina, clearly with some large plot swirling in her head and Hyejung, with a happier heart.

Even before Jungkook opened the door to his house, he knew something was wrong. Mina would usually be waiting in the window to wave to him when he came home after a few days away. This time, when he stepped inside, no one was there to make a sound, much less greet him. Usually, he’d be freaking out right about now, but then his eyes landed on the piece of paper on the kitchen counter.

Naturally, Jungkook’s first thought was, Oh my god, someone’s kidnapped my family and they’re asking for ransom.

Upon seeing Mina’s handwriting, he relaxed a little. The note looked like it was written very carefully with glue and glitter (or, glitter glue). It read: Hello my wonderful father, so, I decided to go to that camp! Remember, the one you told me not to go to? Anyways, I’m here with grandma and we’re having a great time! Of course, I’m not there yet but by the time you’re reading this, I’ll be there with grandma and having a great time. If you ever need to call, the number is at the bottom and so is the address. It’s only 2 ½ weeks so I’ll see you soon! Don’t miss me too much, Daddy! Love you, Mina. P.S. Sorry for skipping the last day of school!

Jungkook nearly threw a fit right then and there. He thought back to before he left and realized there had been a reason Mina hadn’t put up a fight, because she’d been planning to go anyways. He was supposed to be upset, he knew that. As a parent, it was his responsibility to call her and yell at her over the phone. But he’d known he was being unfair even when he said no to her a few days ago, and if she was really having a good time there, it was fine. There was no point in telling her to come back now. He’d just have to spend 2 ½ weeks missing her and coming to terms with the fact that he had nothing to do outside of his life with his daughter.

He could paint, he thought to himself while taking off his socks and throwing them in the laundry hamper on the way up the stairs. Or watch a movie. Or buy a Cheesy Cheesecake and indulge in the wonders of food so unhealthy, the oil would leak from his pores. He undid his tie and sat heavily down on his bed, staring at himself in the mirror, eyelids heavy and hair greasy from not being washed.

He felt like he could walk into the middle of an ocean right about now and his bones would be enough to drag him all the way down.

Or, he thought, he could just go to sleep.

And that’s exactly what he did.

Jungkook didn’t wake up until 1 PM the next day. The trip had exhausted him and apparently, he’d lost more sleep than he’d thought. Once he’d gotten ready and eaten breakfast, he sat at the kitchen island and wondered what to do for the rest of the day. He had complete freedom and an abundance of time. Any parent would kill for the opportunity he was being given. He didn’t have to worry about anyone or anything.

He wanted to call Mina.

No Jungkook, he thought to himself pathetically, you WILL try to rediscover that life you once had.

Yeah, that didn’t pan out.

Jungkook found himself in his room, sifting through his paints and trying to locate a blank canvas. He didn’t feel particularly motivated to paint, but he thought it’d be better than nothing. While sweeping his hand under the pile of junk (read: art supplies) at the bottom of his closet, Jungkook’s hand struck against something too thick to be a canvas and too hard to be a tube of paint. He fumbled around for the edge and pulled it out from underneath the large pile, examining it to realize it was a photo album.

Taehyung loved making little collections of their memories like this, Jungkook recalled. It seemed to be old, judging by the weathered corners of the album and fading colour. He opened it up and searched for a date inside, finding that it was made a year or so after they’d gotten married.

Jungkook adjusted his position so that he was sitting cross-legged, the album sitting comfortably in his lap. He flipped through the pages and smiled at the pictures. There was one from their wedding day of Taehyung going in to feed Jungkook cake, the one right below that was of Jungkook’s face, covered with cake while Taehyung threw his head back laughing. He flipped through more pages and found a section full of Mina. There was a picture in there of Jungkook holding Mina as a newborn, nose-to-nose with a smile on his face. He had one hand wrapped around her to hold her against his chest and the other was resting firmly behind her neck. Jungkook pulled that one out of the album and smiled, placing it beside him.

Call him sentimental, but he wanted to have that picture in a frame somewhere. Or better yet, he could paint it. A few more pages of their small family passed by and then Jungkook saw a younger version of Taehyung, when they were in University. There was a picture of the two of them looking dead tired but they still had sleepy smiles on their faces as they held up their exams. Jungkook’s mother had taken that picture, when she came to visit them at the end of their first year. Moving towards the back he found older pictures and finally, spotted one of Jimin. Spotted multiple ones of Jimin.

In every single picture, Jimin and Jungkook were either looking at each other, laughing or doing something silly. Even with Taehyung in between them, there was a picture of the two of them looking down, clearly laughing because of the heart they’d made with their hands right above Taehyung’s head.

Jungkook slid his hands over the pictures and smiled, allowing himself to think about his best friend for the first time in years. One picture in particular stuck out to Jungkook. It could’ve been the last picture they’d taken together before Jimin left. It was of the two of them in Jungkook’s dorm room, probably taken by Taehyung. Jungkook had fallen asleep on Jimin’s shoulder with a textbook still open in his hands and Jimin was looking at him with a fond smile on his face. The picture right under that one was of the same scene, but instead Jimin was looking straight into the camera with an expression that was hard to decipher.

Jungkook examined the pictures, wondering if Jimin had always looked at him that way. He swiped that picture out of the book as well and threw it on top of the other one he’d taken out. He also found one of just Jimin, throwing up a peace sign at the camera with a big smile on his face. That one came out as well.

After looking through a few more pages, Jungkook closed the book and placed it back in his closet. He found a blank canvas and carried all his supplies downstairs with two of the pictures in his hand. He’d put the one of him and Jimin in his back pocket for no specific reason.

Once set up, he taped the picture of him and Mina on the easel and, with a moment of hesitation, decided to tape the picture of Jimin on the mirror in front of him. He chuckled at how stupid he was being and sat back down before his easel. He could almost hear Jimin’s voice reprimanding him for not going any faster.

“Stay still, little Park,” Jungkook said fondly, looking at the picture. “Don’t you dare cheat.”

There was, obviously, no answer. Jungkook laughed to himself in the empty room and shook his head at how stupid he was being. Using a picture of an old friend to ease his loneliness? It was bordering on pathetic.

Nevertheless, he didn’t take the picture down the entire time he was painting.

“Today we’ll be partnering up! As a way of kicking off the first official day of camp, everyone will come up with a dance to different parts of the same song. At the end of the day when we do the campfire, you’ll be performing for all the campers! Sound good?” Jimin smiled when he heard all the kids cheer loudly. They were gathered in front of the main cabin, where he’d given out balloons yesterday.

“Alright then, let’s get started! Partner up!”

Jimin watched as everyone ran around trying to find their friends. He’d been running this camp for years now and this program always caused the most excitement. Maybe it was that it was the first day so they were all full of energy or maybe they just enjoyed being able to perform in front of everyone for the first time, whatever it was, it always made Jimin happy. The first few days were always full of introductory games and going over rules for camp, so by the time they officially started, the kids had enough pent up energy inside to propel themselves to the moon.

Hyejung stood beside Jimin, pointing out a particularly cute stunt being pulled by a camper every now and then. Jimin would chuckle along with her, sharing stories of his own childhood when applicable. Hoseok ran between everyone, making sure no one got hurt and riling them up at the same time. Jimin was just about to call for attention when Mina ran up to him.

“I choose you.” She said simply. Jimin blinked, not sure he’d heard right.

“Pardon me?”

“I want you to be my partner!”

Hyejung gave her a look. “Mina, you know you’re supposed to pair off with one of the kids.”

“I know,” Mina pouted, “but everyone is already taken.” She turned to look at Jimin and gave him a bright smile.

“Plus! We have the same name! We’re practically the same people, pleaaasseee?” Mina looked at Jimin hopefully and he pretended to think about, tapping his finger on his chin. Finally, he squatted down to her level and held his hand out for a handshake.

“You’ve got yourself a deal, miss.” Mina yelled with glee and shook his hand so hard, Jimin thought his arm would fall off. “Alright, alright, now go stand with the others. I have an announcement to make.”

Mina ran back into the crowd and Jimin blew his whistle to call everyone to attention. He scanned the crowd to ensure everyone had gotten into partners and once he was sure, he pressed play on the boombox next to him. “This is your song! Now I need everyone to line up in front of me so that I can give you all your parts. Stand with your partners please! And don’t push, or I’ll have Mr. Smiles put you in the Not A Happy Camper zone.”

Hoseok tried looking menacing. Mina looked at him and yelled, “4/10 for effort!”, causing the crowd to burst into giggles. Jimin tried stifling his own laughter and remarked to Hyejung, “Some kid.”

Hyejung gazed fondly at Mina, “A lot like her father.”

“Meeting him would be a treat, then,” Jimin joked, turning his attention back onto the crowd. While giving out slips of papers to the pairs of kids coming up to him, he didn’t notice Hyejung looking at him with a hopeful look in her eyes. He didn’t notice at all.

Once Jimin had sorted all the parts out, he went to where Mina was standing. “Okay, partner, we’ve got the finale. Let’s show them what you’re made of, yeah?”

They spent most of the afternoon coming up with a dance to showcase Mina’s talents best, although it was tougher than Jimin had expected. It wasn’t that she didn’t have talent, it was just that her talent was too diverse. She had a good grasp of a lot of different dance styles, so Jimin had difficulty picking what to include in their dance.

“By the way,” Mina voiced while taking a water break, “It’s cool that you let us sleep in until 11. I’ve never heard of a camp that does that.”

Jimin capped his bottle and placed it beside him, nodding, “Yeah, we’ve never woken up our kids at 8 or, god forbid, 7. It just doesn’t make sense to have a bunch of cranky campers to work with. You were up early, though, do you usually not sleep in?”

“No, I get ready with my dad in the morning,” Mina said offhandedly, stretching. Before she could touch her toes, though, she sat straight up. “I mean, not every morning! Because, you know, he’s a businessman and goes on trips. But, um, when he’s home and works in Seoul, I, uh, get up early to see him off. Because I don’t see him much throughout the day.”

Mina looked semi-frantic, and Jimin was a little caught off guard. He wasn’t used to hearing her speak so rushed and in-eloquently.

“Okay,” Jimin merely replied. Then, he was up on his feet and holding a hand to help Mina up. “Back to it!”

“I almost slipped up!”

“Sweetheart, he probably didn’t even know it was a slip-up.”

“Still! We have to call daddy right now. Get him here as soon as possible. I can’t handle the lies!” Mina dramatically threw an arm to her forehead and made grabby hands with her other hand. Hyejung sighed in defeat and handed her the phone.

“Okay, but he’s coming here a little early, don’t you think?” Hyejung watched Mina punch in the number and hold the phone up to her ear. They were in the tents as it was already closing in on 7 PM. Dinner would be ready in half-an-hour. Hyejung motioned for her to put it on speakerphone.

Mina was about to reply but instantly morphed her face into one of despair and illness when Jungkook picked up.

“Mom! Thank god, I’ve been wanting to talk to you and Mina all day, is she there?”

Mina held the phone directly to her mouth and faked a long, throaty cough. “Daddy?” She practically whimpered in a nasally voice. Hyejung looked at her impassively.

“Mina?! Baby, what’s wrong? Are you sick? Are you running a fever? Put grandma on the phone right now! I’m coming, okay? I’m coming as soon as I can.”

Mina smiled, looking at Hyejung. Hyejung flicked her eyebrows up in approval. It really was that simple.

Jungkook, Hyejung thought while Mina continued to make despair-filled groans into the speaker, would always come running if Mina was hurt or sick or whatever else. Always.

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bad boy! byounggon

a long but cute and fluffy bad boy bullet scenario :’))) pls read

this is my bullet scenario debut so im rlly gonna try and make it pop let’s get it

OK SO mr byounggon is a little bit of a bad boy, mostly because he’s not super loud, and he doesn’t necessarily make his presence known all the time... so he’s kinda just ,,, in quiet disapproval of everything

u could be laughing rlly loud with ur friends and being rlly obnoxious in the hallway but when he walks by ur kinda like.. O shit be quiet!!!212!!... bc ur not tryna have him roll his eyes at u (bc he will)

I think he’s partially so reserved bc ppl dont talk to him bc they’re scared,,, but bby just thinks ppl dont like him so he’s a lil :’((( about it

Lowkey but highkey everybody thinks he’s rlly hot!! One time a girl tried to impress him by vaping in his face and he was just like... bitch Tf... ಠ_ಠ... pls step away

He’s ALWAYS late to class bc he’s polishing the handles of his motorcycle and somehow none of the teachers are bothered

He’ll just pop in like 30 minutes into class, in the middle of a class discussion about why technology is ruining the planet; the teacher will give one look, smile at him, and then it’s all chill & dandy

Which is fucking RUDE bc one time u were late to class bc u got the RUNS at the end of P.E.,,,, and she was merciless!! She hit u with the “30,000 word essay due tonight” bitch!!!

Injustice™

So he’s late for the 3904390th time one day, and you’re super mad!! The second he walks in you feel urself fuming, and u turn to ur friend Junkyu who’s already giving u the 👀

Ur SO MAD u start going off,,, and ur like “that fucking jerk he’s always late and ms. johnson doesn’t give a single fuck... in FACT ! she loves his ass. This isn’t fair, honestly im gonna bring this to the principal”

And junkyu’s just cackling away bc ur doing The Most right now, and honestly ur kinda loud, so ppl just are looking @ u like “ .....? ...? are u ok ?? ?”

The answer is no

So ur talking ur shit storm all the way thru your teacher’s instructions, and she introduces a partner project (#cliche am i right)

Junkyu’s already grasping ur hands bc ur his ride or die

But before y’all can start giggling in harmony bc best friends forever, Ms. johnson gives u this rlly fat smirk, and she’s like “hehe... im making partners”

Thats when ur soul dies bc u happen to have the Worst Luck when it comes to partner assignments

Ur always partnered with that one dude that excuses himself to go to the bathroom, but then just vapes outside for 46 minutes,,, and u have to do the WHOLE thing urself,,, and ms johnson just bats her eyelashes and gives u one of these :-) “is there an issue?” and ur just like “:/// no im ok”

(ur not ok)

THIS TIME she’s looking around the classroom, and she starts pairing ppl up

When she pairs junkyu up with this other girl u feel like ur about to have a stroke,,, he gives u a sad lil frown and now ur in ur #feels

Suddenly ms Johnson points right @ you and she’s like “YOU!”

And right at that moment, mr byounggon gets up so he can go polish his bike handles for the 89th time this morning

And she’s like “(y/n) and byounggon, u guys are partners”

Ur like :o

He’s like :o

Ms. johnson’s like XD lolz :P!!!

Junkyu squeezes ur hand one last time, and he’s like “pls dont kick his ass plz, u don’t have the arm strength”

And ur like “PLS~~~~he might LOOK tough but he’s probably a rlly lame loser....” and then junkyu scurries away to another table group

Byounggon walks toward u

And as he’s walking ur crossing ur arms, and mumbling under ur breath, ‘god why ME, WHY’

Ur interrupted from ur sad hour bc byounggon yanks the chair across from u and finally sits his ass down,,,,

He’s looking outside the window,, probably @ his bike, honestly they’re a ship, #byounggbike

U kinda just look at him, absorb everything,, ur like “o dam... he DOES look tough”

His hair is jet black and messy but somehow perfect? He’s got this silver cross earring that dangles down from one ear, and when he lifts his hand to scratch his face, u notice the silver rings on his hands... and ur like... hmm kinda sexy...

Ur in ur own world, just staring at his VRY plump lips that are literally the perfect colour... no lip products needed damn

And the longer u stare, u realize his eyes are kinda sparkly? And his teeth are perfect? And he as a rlly cute long neck

In the middle of ur trance, byounggon’s so confused, honestly a little bit offended, bc ur just staring at him with ur eyebrows knitted, rlly intently, like ur analyzing him

He narrows his eyes and he’s like “what!”

U kinda jump in ur seat and ur like shit fUCK, he must be so weirded out by me rn (he is)

Ur mouth is agape, and u dont rlly know what to say, so u DONT SAY ANYTHING

And that makes him MORE frustrated

He’s like “WHAT are u looking at!”

And ur like

“SFOSJDFIOS... ur eyes are rlly pretty!”

For a second he thinks ur joking

But u look at him so expectantly, and ur cheeks are FLUSHED, so he thinks u might be serious; ur heart is beating 3430430 miles per hour, and u gulp,

But listen -- u HAD to say it-- bc ur mama taught u to give compliments when u think them! She’s a nice lady

Anyways back to the story

Ur definitely about to go into cardiac arrest

And ms johnson’s just sitting behind her desk like 👀🍵

Byounggon’s quiet for a moment

And for a Hot Second™ u think ur about to get ur ass BEAT (not physically, but verbally ;))

But then u notice the tops of his ears are turning a rlly deep red, and he averts his eyes downward

He mumbles a rlly rlly rlly quiet “ .. thanks”; and he says it so fast u almost miss it, but he sAID IT!

Then it’s quiet again and the level of awkward is so intense u want 2 die

Junkyu looks over to you from his table and he’s thinking ‘shit some real shady business must have gone down bc they wont even LOOK @ each other”

Little does he know.....

So u clear ur throat suddenly like “AHEM ok,,, we should probably work on this”

And he’s like “aight”

he seems so tough when he says things like that, but he was such a shy boy two seconds ago

So you guys get started

And it’s basically a project where you introduce the other person to the class with a video... so u rlly gotta get to know each other, and bond and all that cute stuff

And u already KNOOOOO if u dont do well, ur gonna face ms. johnson’s wrath, so ur really invested in doing a good job

And as an added BONUS!!! Ms. johnson says the group that does the best job on the project doesn’t need to take part in the final exam

And ur like BOOOOOYAHH!!! Bc final exams always fuck u over, and u go down like 5% just bc u momentarily lose ur mind and suffer

So ur #dedicated

In this beginning, byounggon rlly doesn’t open up that much, and ur genuinely concerned because it seems like ur going to be making a five minute video about how much he loves his bike (hint: A LOT)

But then u make a rule!! Ur like “hehe... no more bike talk.. Okay?”

And that’s when the Good Stuff comes out

You learn all this wild shit about byounggon

U go down the list of questions miss johnson gave ya’ll and you’re learning all about how how he likes writing songs, and composing music, and for some weird reason, he rlly likes bowling

Then ur like “whats ur fav body part”

He looks @ u rlly funny, and he’s kinda chuckling, giving u the “uhh are u sure that’s a question, or are u just curious?”

Ur FLABBERGASTED

You shove the paper in his face and you point at the question like a crazy person and he puts his hands up and he’s like “DAMN ok i get it”

Ur not rlly mad tho... homeboy’s got #jokes

He forces a smile, and then he juts out his finger at his cheek

And he’s like

“I like my Dimple.. It’s pretty impressive tbh”

U kinda just wanna bug him so ur like “mmm nah i dont think it’s all that impressive... not that cute” (ITS RLLY THAT CUTE THO)

He pretends to be rlly offended, and he sticks his tongue out and kinda bites it

Like tHIS:

Mr byounggon is NOT having ur sass today !

Ur trying to keep a straight face but FUCK he looks rlly hot in this moment, and suddenly, ur thinking... “fav body part.... Every part!”

He laughs it off, and he’s like, “nah dude, u have to see it in The Moment! That’s when you’ll respect The Dimple”

U deadpan at him bc.... LMFAO did he rlly just say “respect The Dimple”

Yes queen he did

U guys continue like this for a while, until the bell rings, and after, he scratches the back of his neck, and he’s struggling to make eye contact

When he looks like this, u rlly start to wonder how ppl could think he ever looked intimidating,,, bc GOD when his cheeks are a light shade of pink, and his eyes are wandering, and his hands are shaky, he looks so frickin CUTE

He’s like... “so u want start filming @ ....atmyhouselater...?”

Ur like w o t did u just say sir

And he’s like: “do u want to start filmingatmyhouselater!!!”

The classroom is loud bc ppl are shuffling outside, and he’s talking so fast, and honestly, ur just distracted by the hair that’s shifting in and out of his eyes... sparkly eyes... ANYWAYS

Ur like... “byounggon... pls enunciate” !!!

FINALLY,,, smoothly and clearly,,, he says “wanna start filming at my place later?”

And ur shook

But SO EXCITED

Bc u’ll see the Home of Byounggon

Ur like “hehe... yeES”

And then he’s like “ok cool” and fucking BLASTS OUT THAT CLASSROOM LIKE NO TOMORROW

For a second ur kinda shook bc damn.... Does he not have whiplash???

U turn around and u have this fucking goofy smile on ur face

Junkyu slowly walks up to and he’s like “... is it just me, or do you look happy after talking to... byounggon?”

U look @ him in distaste

“It’s just u bitch!”

He can’t know... . ... . . YET.

***TIME SKIP BBY*****

During lunch, u spilled to Junkyu about all the shit that went down with byounggon, and how u were feeling kinda gushy

When u told him u were gonna go to byounggon’s after school, he lost his damn mind

He was like: “take pictures and send them to me PLZ”

U were like: “TF NO!.... hehe ok maybe”

After school, u give junkyu a fat hug bc he’s a cuddly koala bear, and he wishes you good luck!! Then u run to ur locker and try and act cool

Byounggon pops into the hallway a few seconds later, and he raises his eyebrows @ u, and gestures toward the door

U try not to RUN over to him, and restrict urself to a respectable speed walk

He kinda chuckles bc ur .... cute.

U guys both walk outside and ur anticipating his mom to kinda just appear and drive u both to his place,,

No bitch

That’s not happening

U guys walk out to the side of the school, and u see the world famous #byounggbike

He shoots you a thumbs up and he’s like “mm ok so just hop on!”

Ur like

“Ha a ha .. wh at?”

He smirks all cocky, and he’s like “what? You’ve never rode a motorcycle before or something?”

Ur like. “HA! Whaaaaaaat? Of COURSE i ride motorcycles... in fact, i ride them... . . allllways...”

And he’ s like .......... ok shutup and get on

So u pop ur cute butt onto the seat, and he gets on, and he’s like: “okay, make sure u hold on rlly tight, ok? It can be dangerous”

U kinda scoff bc damn... he’s doing The Most rn isn’t he? So ur all like “PSSHHHTT... i dont even need to im a natural--”

And suddently u dont even have time to let out a breath bc homebody just GOES

IMMEDIATELY u latch ur arms around his waist and ur shutting ur eyes rlly tightly and screaming like “WTF HOW COULD U DO THAT WITHOUT A WARNING”

When he slows down @ the red light, u can FEEL his smirk from the backseat, and he’s like “o well u said ur a pro so i just... went?”

U want to smack his stupid mouth,,, but also,,,, k*ss his stupid mouth

Honestly byounggon was right

When u see The Dimple in the moment,,,, u really fall for it

The ride from then on is mostly smooth, and now ur kinda relaxed, so u just feel the breeze flying threw ur hair

U lose ur hair tie but its ok

Bc u do that everywhere

Ur sort of just enjoying the moment, and honestly it’s kinda peaceful??? U kinda like #byounggbike... now u guys are a ship... #(y/n)bike

Byounggon notices ur vibing with his bike, and it makes him smile rlly wide

At one of the stop lights, he looks at you in his peripheral vision and ur laughing and in ur own lil world

Ur so cute

He likes it so much

He starts riding again, and then just to keep u on ur toes, the boy SWERVES on the road a little bit and ur like “FUCKING STOP DOING THAT ILL KILL U”

And he’s LAUHGIGN so hard, and the laugh is deep, and it vibrates through his whole body

U feel it when ur arms are wrapped around him

and there’s this devilish look in his eyes

It’s really fucking cute

But u wont tell him that.

U guys finally arrive at The House of Byounggon, and you rush into his place bc damn... it’s cold outside! And he’s wearing a sleeveless black top AHHHHHHHHHHHH bicep palooza

U guys get warm inside!!!! And u meet his mom!!! The cutest woman in the entire world!!! And she brings you guys carrots and celery as u work

You ask more questions, and you learn about byounggon’s friends: seunghun, yedam, mashiho, hyunsuk

He shows u pics!!! Damn they’re literally all cute

Hot Squad

U tell byounggon u like to bake, so he comes up with a brilliant idea

He’s like “oh!!!! My mom’s about to make some cherry pie, make i can film u helping her out or smthh for the video”

U guys pile into the kitchen to help his mom, but she’s got the TEA!!!!! She’s like “hehe kids, i’ll be right back i need to do... something.....(y/n) knead this dough while im gone”

She YEETS tf outta there!!! And she’s nowhere to be found for a suspiciously long amount of time... hmmmm

Byounggon films u kneading the dough, but honestly, u dont know what tf ur doing

When u said u liked baking,,, u meant like...box cake

Ur playing with the dough like it’s a slime video, and byounggon is laughing his fucking head off while u just suffer

“Ur doing a rlly good job” he says with his mouth full of cherries

Ur about to tell him tf off for eating ur ingredients when ur hair falls out ur hair tie and it’s all over ur damn face

Byounggon’s like.... O shit

And ur like..... He LP

He comes to ur rescue

“What..... do i do”

U tell him to take the hair tie off the ground, and grab ur hair into a ponytail

His hands are so tentative, honestly a lil shaky, and for a brief second, he skims the skin of ur neck with his fingers

Ur body: shook

U have shivers all over and he bounces AWAY FROM U and he’s like “i- im sorry it was an accident”

Ur like... chill tf out brother... it’s cool

He comes back, ties ur hair into the ugliest side ponytail u ever saw, and u guys continue filming

“U made me look so ugly byounggon ur shady af” ur whining to him as u guys watch the clips back

Byounggon gasps!!! He’s like !!! “u did that urself!”

Then u wanted to kill him bc... did this bitch just call u ugly

U laugh and hit his shoulder!! And he’s like “nah im playing u always look cute”

IT COULD’VE BEEN AWKWARD

But u play it cool!!! And u smile at him, and he smiles at u

Then ur like

“Hey can i tell u a secret?”

“... what?”

“Honestly, ur not as bad as ppl make u seem”

He looks @ u with the stupidest smile but he knits his brows and he’s like GEE thank u (y/n), that is so kind of u!!! Ur so kind!!!

And ur like “NOOO hear me out, okay? You’re really nice, and smart, and sweet, and cute.. Ur rlly not as tough as u look....”

He’s kinda hurt, and he puffs his chest out, and kinda pouts

“Im tough.....”

U guys both just laugh

Moments like this continue for the next two weeks as you guys work on ur projects

Somehow byounggon convinces you to go bowling???

You finally go!!! and surprisingly, you beAT HIS ASS SO GOOD???~~~~ for someone that talked such mad shit about his skills,,,, ur rlly thought he’d do well

He got like.... 64 points

U got 107

He BEGGED u not to put that in the video!!!!!!!! Like so so so so badly!!! He offered to give you a ride home on #byounggbike everyday

U told him u wouldn’t put in it

And then the day of, when it popped up in front of the whole class, u were like SIKE BITCH I PUT THAT SHIT IN ANYWAYS!

He was choked up ! but dw he was ok

The whole time the video is playing, u guys are smiling at each other

Junkyu’s looking at u both with the most incredulous look on his face and he’s like... “am i interrupting something, here?”

“Shhhhhh.... Im looking at The Dimple”

“W h a t”

When ms johnson announces that u and byounggon had the best project, u just about pop out of ur seat, and u run ALL the way to byounggon, and u wrap ur arms around his neck, and u swing a lil bit off ur feet

He’s smiling so hard, The Dimple is #out, and the rumbling of his chest makes ur heart flutter

In that moment of excitement, u feel really bold, and u lurch forward and just plant the sweetest little kiss on byounggon’s cheek

He kinda does the :o

For a second, ur like... fuck SHIT,, i just fucked all the shit up

But then byounggon looks down at u

And he’s 4290290% heart eyes

He crouches into your ear, and he’s like, “hey can i tell u a secret?”

Ur nodding ur head like ur in a fucking trance

“I like you, (y/n)”

“I like u too, byounggon”

You guys are both smiling, junkyu’s gagging in the corner, ms johnson is loving every minute of this

U force urself on ur tippy toes, look into this sparkly eyes, and u crash ur lips onto his

His lips are soft and sweet, like strawberries

And when u pull away, he’s just as red as one too

While everyone else spends the next couple days studying for the final exam, you and byounggon are straight chillin

U guys spend ur time at the House of Byounggon, kissing the days away, and eating the carrots his mom provides for u both<333333333333

No bowling tho yikes :/// he’s scarred for life

thank u for reading and i LOVE U pls follow me im new

thank u guys for reading if u did!!!!! im a new ygtb blog <33 i plan on writing here and there, but im super dedicated rn bc there’s such little content. also, pls reach out to me, i want some friends <3 ok bye

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write-it-motherfuckers · 6 years

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How do I get inspiration? I am experiencing writer's block rn and I am tired of it

Shit Darling, I feel you on that.

I’ve vaguely touched on this sort of stuff in other answers to asks in the past, but I will try to put it all together in my mind here. Please forgive me if I don’t do too well, I’m rather tired as always.

First things first, and this is something I learn’t recently, Don’t call it writers block. Writers block makes it sound like it’s permanent, and because the mind is such a clusterfuck of fuckery, we can often convince ourselves of these things, and instil Actual Genuine mental blocks. And those motherfuckers can be hella hard to overcome. Best nip it in the bud.

Instead, might I suggest calling it a creative hibernation? Even in your head, get use to calling it that. It helps, surprisingly.

From here, there are multiple options.

First, you have to figure out if it is actually creative hibernation, or burn out. Both are very different things. Take some time to reflect on it and figure out which is which. If nothing else, it’s good practice in self awareness.

If it is creative hibernation, then I have a few suggestions.

Take the chance to read some things, refresh yourself on the sorts of things you enjoy taking in, because most of the time, that will be the stuff you should try and put out. If you don’t enjoy the things you write, then it will drain you, and it will become more like a chore. You will find that the more often that you write things you enjoy, the more often you will find yourself growing as a writer.

A writers passion can also translate across to a reader too, more often than not. If you’re enjoying yourself, your readers probably are too. (not everyone can be pleased, so I’m talking about the ones who see something they like and stick around, not the people who see something they don’t like and stick around just to be a twat muffin)

If you read a lot already, then you may need to do the opposite. Take a breather from it, listen to some music, let yourself daydream like mad. Do other creative things if you are that way inclined. Something that doesn’t require active thought outside of simple actions. Painting, drawing, knitting, jewellery making, sewing, anything that keeps your hands busy, but mind mostly free to wander.

Another thing you can do, and one I find myself using A LOT thanks to my self enforced schedule of two prompts daily, is to just… start writing.

It sounds stupid and the first time someone said it to me, I wanted to stab them repeatedly in the face, or just rip their throat out with my teeth, but it does work.

Take your blank paper, or document, and just… start. Think of a word, a place, an image, a person, and then start putting words onto paper. More often than not, you will start coming up with something.

If you get part way through and realise you finally have an idea, thanks to what you have been writing, but it doesn’t fit what you have already written, then that’s ok. Either save it and set it aside, while starting on the new line of thought, or just delete it. It’s not as big a deal as you will convince yourself it is.

Images can really help in this sense, if you aren’t quite sure where to start. Go onto google and search for something. Forest, mansion, abandoned building, what ever you choose, it doesn’t really matter.

From that, you simply take some time to look at the picture, pick out all the tiny little details, and let your imagination run wild. Imagine someone or something interacting with the image, or something that could happen to produce that captured moment, just let your brain take you for a ride. Once you have an idea in place, just start writing and see where it takes you.

Now… if it’s burnout, you need to face all of this another way.

If you are experiencing burnout, that is your signal that you need to take a step back and do something else. Please try to be kind to yourself, you aren’t made to pump out content like a drink dispenser. Take a breather, do something else you enjoy.

Go for a walk, a jog, a ride. Go sit somewhere other than your house or work or school. Go sit in a cafe and just silently shudder at having to deal with people.

What ever it is you can do to separate yourself from it for a while, do it.

If you try to force yourself while you are burnt out, you risk ruining writing for yourself, permanently.

Don’t do it. Be kind to yourself, even if you don’t think you deserve it.

When the time comes, let yourself come back to it at your own pace. Write something silly, something superfluous, something with no end goal. Let it remind you why you enjoy writing in the first place.

Hope some of this might be helpful for you Darling. Have a lovely day. 🖤

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I have some sensitive questions, and you totally don’t need to answer if they’re too much, but here they are. Did you ever struggle w internal homophobia? If so, how did you manage to overcome it?? And my last question: any tips for softly breaking it to Albanian parents? I know people are individuals but its still the same culture so..

• Same anon as before!! I am an 18-year-old girl that was born and raised in the US. Thank you so much, and take as much time as you need to answer.

• I would also like to add that I’ve struggled with this for a pretty long time now (since I was around 12), so it’s not like I realized my preferences just recently. For years I’ve been telling myself that it’s just a phase or I’m just starved of affection (so I’m looking for it in the wrong place) or that I just haven’t met the right guy yet. I feel disgusted with myself, and it’s very tiring and emotionally consuming. Add in my Albanian relatives on top of it, and I’m just done with it all.

thanks for your patience anon, this last week’s been a bit hectic for me

first off i’m flattered by that first question, bc i was the most self-hating repressed closet gay i knew. i started off as that kid that was like “i don’t have a problem with gay people i just don’t think they should get married and i hate it when they ‘act’ gay”. i went through three boyfriends and two different sexual orientations before i finally accepted i was a lesbian, which took me until april of last year. so if that’s hard to imagine then i know i’m doing good for myself, and maybe it can give you some reassurance too

tbh i don’t think any of us can ever actually avoid or stop struggling with internalized homophobia, given that we’re all inundated with those messages every day in big or small ways. i think at best i just learned how to stop listening to it so much. it took me a really long time though and honestly at your age you’re already way ahead of me than i was, the questions you’re asking yourself now are ones i couldn’t bear to face even in my early 20s

my personal struggle has been very much connected to my family and growing up as a 1½-gen albanian immigrant. if your family and upbringing are anything like mine, then you might understand, and they’re probably just as closely related to your struggle as well. don’t take what i say here as gospel since this is all from personal experience and i’m not even 100% where i want to be yet. but i know how lonely it is for us out there, so i’ll try to be as real with you as i can without getting too personal (idk if this readmore will work on mobile so my apologies and just scroll down really fast @ anyone not reading this)

first thing: don’t be in a rush to tell your parents, even if you’re an adult, and especially if you’re still dependent on them. i assume you’re asking for tips because you already know or have reason to suspect that they won’t take it well. and if you’re still struggling to accept yourself, your parents’ & relatives’ opinions are the last thing you need to be worrying about right now (i know easier said than done we’re albanian i Understand but like. trust me)

second: i really think learning how to stop listening to that internalized homophobia is just a slow process of learning to normalize your feelings in opposition to it. truly the most important thing i did for myself was surround myself with other bi/lesbian women as a way to counter everything else in my life that was telling me to hate myself. the key here is that i did that for years. the logic goes like this: if my world was already and will always be filled with heteronormativity and homophobia, then to fight it, i needed a space i could come back to that’s filled with what i needed to see and could make it feel as normal as i logically knew it was

i didn’t have the freedom to reach out to others IRL so i sought out bi/lesbian women online and immersed myself in those communities. i filled my online spaces with people like me who could show me every day that what i was feeling was genuine, normal, healthy, whole, positive, and worth embracing. when i really began to internalize that, self-confidence and assurance just kind of naturally followed, which made it easier to shout down and ignore the Internalized Homophobia Gremlin in my brain

another thing too, and this’ll sound silly. idk if you’re into video games but they were also a big part of my normalization process. i love role-playing games and for years i used them as a private, risk-free, judgment-free way to “experiment” with women and allow my feelings to “run free” after repressing/ignoring them for so long. i personally know other LGBT people who discovered themselves in similar ways (through DnD, for example). something to consider if that’s your thing. but media of all kinds can be powerful normalizing tools too, if you can find decent ones to your liking

i had to be really patient and gentle with myself though, and you’ll have to be too bc there really is no quick fix, we’re up against years of internalizing this crap since we were born, basically. do whatever you need to fight against it though, bc there is literally, objectively, nothing wrong with you. you deserve to be happy just as you are, you deserve love and to be able to find it with another woman, and remember you’re never alone in this even if it feels like you are. i think that’s the most powerful reminder

back around to your last question, worry about coming out to your parents when you’re on more solid ground, bc it doesn’t sound like you are rn. everyone’s parents are different but as a general rule i’ve found that when trying to broach a difficult subject, you really need to have your back up against a point that you refuse to budge on, and plant yourself there. you can negotiate or make arguments around it but you need that one point that you’re absolutely sure of where you’ll always hold your ground

in coming out to them, that point needs to be your identity and everything attached to it, so your confidence and sense of self need to be as solid and unmoving as a fucking mountain so that they can’t dig into you and undermine your conviction. esp bc tbh it’s entirely likely that you’ll have to have that conversation several times. so that’s why i stress working on yourself first. for your own sake, don’t jump the gun on this

also, it’ll be much easier on you if you’re not always stuck under the same roof, or at least not totally dependent on them. and i know that’s tough and complicated because a lot of us never truly “move out”, per se, and it’s normal for us to stay with our parents/family for a very long time. but if you can find a way, arrange something with friends, etc., i find it really helps with your general confidence to know you have somewhere else you can go unconditionally, without restrictions. and i don’t mean “rush to move out as soon as you can”, bc like i said, i know that’s hard on us for many reasons and it may hurt you more than you think it will. but if it’s a point you can get to eventually, it does help

after all this, if/when you eventually do decide to come out, i recommend you tell only one of your parents at first. whichever one you’re closer with or find easier to talk to (i’d say ideally whoever’s the least homophobic but like. lmao). do it privately and when you’re both in a good mood. i find altogether this makes the atmosphere less confrontational and more personal, a show like you’re “confiding” in them moreso than making an announcement. depending on how it goes i think you can adjust your strategy from there

even still, i can’t say with any confidence that it will go over well, but it’s as gentle a way to break it to them as i know. if on the very off chance you have another relative who you know is sympathetic and won’t go telling the entire rest of the family immediately, i’d say try reaching out to them first, as it’ll give you “practice” talking about it and they may be able to advise you about your own parents better than i can, as well as support you directly. but even this i would only do after you’re more confident in yourself and your identity

in the end, keep in mind that you don’t have to come out either. it’s not like a requirement for loving yourself. many of us stay closeted to our families for a very long time simply bc it’s safer, easier, and smarter wrt our situations. again, i know that’s complicated because of how tight-knit our families are traditionally, and how much we may want to remain close to them for cultural reasons. at some point it may make it difficult to hide (my mom started suspecting i liked girls before i even knew i liked girls. it was scary). but like, i’m 27 and i’m still not out to most of my family (my dad doesn’t even know). it doesn’t stop me from being a proud albanian lesbian, or from having and maintaining a happy & healthy relationship with my girlfriend. it doesn’t have to stop you either

and…. i think that’s really all i can say. sorry for taking so long and also for talking so much. i hope i could help even a little, or if not, at least offer some reassurance. it’s a good sign that you’re reaching out and trying to get a handle on your feelings, so keep at it, and remember you’re not alone out there. there are so many of us in the world living our lives and trying to build a future and support each other. i really think you’ll be fine

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we-are-the-sickness · 6 years

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1-100, go go go

1. NameSavanna2. Age193. City that you live inYuma, Arizona atm4. What do most people not know about you?That I learned a bit of Hebrew as a child5. What do most people know you for?Idk tbh jokes ig6. HobbiesArt,, singing,, writing,, archery,,, etc etc7. What are your passions?So much hnstly. Cooking, agriculture, helping the helpless, art, the stars, music 100%8. What do you search for in a significant other?compassion, kindness, someone who wants to spend time w me, affection etc7. What are you most proud of?Im proud of my friends! does that count or8. When was the last time you had a significant conversation with someone you love?hec idk tbh9. Have you ever collected anything? What was it?Rocks fkn collected hella rocks. also antlers n shit u know Midwesterners10. List 10 things off of your bucket list.Visit ScotlandGo to law schoolBe in a bandSell my art at some pointlearn how to sew n knit n all that shitTake Gemi, steve, and lukas and mayb steves brother if hes available on a road trip11. What was the last thing you learned?THAT I WAS MISHEARING S LYRIC IN TWO MINUTES TO MIDNIGHT FOR YEARS12. How many relationships have you been in?Like 4 i think 3 or 413. Turn onsIdk certain ppls voices are mega turn ons, genuine kindness, JESUS IDK I CANT THINK14. Turn offssmellin bad, bein a dic, know it all 15. Favorite foodMexican food!!! asian food!!!16. Favorite drinkraspberry tea or Hurricanes17. What is the best birthday gift you have ever received?My guitar tbh altho i still cant rly play its a big part of my heart18. Are you optimistic or pessimistic?Logical.19. Do you sleep during class?nah20. What is the most expensive thing you own?probably my guitar and amp lmao21. What is the cheapest yet most useful thing you own?hmm idk22. How many times a day on average do you check your phone?too fuckin many23. Text or call?depends on where i am lmao24. Opinion on long distance?In it rn pal25. What is your definition of success?Consistent happiness 26. Favorite song?Rn bc of Gemi ive been falling asleep to Panteras cover of planet caravan so i think thats my favorite as of this second27. Favorite artist?too gotdam many28. Celebrity crush/crushes?have u seen this bloge29. When was the last time you read for fun?early last month 😪30. Favorite flower?Sun flowers, Lilies, Irises31. What is the best gift you could receive right now?reassurance, flowers, a hug idk affection32. Any guilty pleasures?Fuckin...buying quality cheeses ,,33. What is one thing you would like to change about yourself?My whole damn self THROW THE WHOLE DAMN HUMAN AWAY34. What do you search for in a friend?funny, kind, smart35. How many times have you said “I love you” in the past month?fuc idk36. Where did you last go other than your room/home?McDonald's for some Nugs boyeo37. Why do bad things happen to good people?The universe can b a cruel bitch bro idk38. In your opinion, what hurts more? Being left out or being stabbed in the eye?well ive been left out of plenty things and yeah they hurt but a piece of metal in me eye would be rather unpleasant 39. How many green shirts do you own?2 i think40. Do you like anime?Bleach and deathnote were all i ever watched41. What do you invest the most time in?keeping my parents alive 42. What was the name of the last book you read?"Up from the cradle of Jazz (New Orleans music since WW2)"43. What’s the difference between loving and liking someone?thats like asking me the difference between olives and like idk a burritoi like olives but i love burritos ya know44. Where are you most productive?usually anywhere as long as im by myself 45. List 3 things you enjoy doing with friends.EatingPlaying board gamesDoin shit outside46. List 3 things you enjoy doing alone.everything everpretty much47. Do you believe world peace will ever exist?Probably not48. Do you have any allergies?yea49. When was the last time you cussed at someone?today lmao50. What was the last promise you made?jeeze idk51. What was your last dream about?i was dreaming abt telling my dad how to wash clothes52. If you won a trip to Hawaii and you could take 5 people with you, who would those 5 people be?SAMM GEMI STEVE NICK N LUKAS53. How many countries have you visited?never rly been outside of the country ive been next to the Canadian border and im currently living abt 20 minutes from Mexico 54. What is your favorite medium of art? (Music, dance, painting, etc.)music first n foremost but painting comes in second56. When was the last time somebody complimented you?idk i cant remember ig56. If you switched bodies with someone, how would you recognize yourself?hair lmao57. Do you consider yourself mature?I think so yeah 58. How many days in your life do you think you have wasted on tumblr?too damn many59. What is your favorite quote?some stupid ass corey quote that ivw been saying for years 60. If you started a new religion and you had to create 3 rules or commandments for your new followers to live by, what would those 3 rules be?RespectAlways Understand different point of viewsLove unconditionally 61. What is your greatest accomplishment?Idk still to this day i think my greatest accomplishment has been being able to teach adults n children archery on the weekends and at certain festivals. I miss that62. Do you believe in the death penalty?Im on the fence about all that63. What are your goals for life?Stability 64. What do you think your soulmate is doing right now?HOPEFULLY SLEEPING65. If you could live anywhere, where would you live? The place can be in an imaginary, fantasy, or the real world.i used to have visions of a place with meadows and a large creek running through it with moutains in the bg, lots of space for fruit trees n bees66. What were you like in 2013?suicidal and just an absolute wreck of a child hnstly 67. Do you have a job?My job is taking care of my mother atm68. Tell us a story about your childhood best friend.akfhakfh His name was Ezra and my dad built his families vacation home across the street from ours so we were pretty close. I think my favorite memory was when his dad Brooke brought us out on their pontoon boat to fish. Had a lot of fun w that kid, i miss him.69. If you could change one thing about society, what would it be?THE LACK OF COMPASSION PPL HAVE70. How many all-nighters have you pulled beforeTOO MANY71. Is tumblr your favorite website? If not, then what is your favorite website?idk if i have a favorite website tbh?72. What is the craziest thing you would do for a million dollars?almost anything 73. Does money equal happiness?unfortunately in my situation yeah74. How many times have you experienced true happiness in your lifetime?6 times 75. How many times have you experienced true sadness in your lifetime?776. What is the funniest joke you have ever been told?ya had to be there kinda jokes77. When was the last time you looked at the news?this afternoon 78. If you could say one thing to the world, what would you say?pewp79. What is your favorite animal?wolves80. If you could earn a million dollars by pretending to be dead for 3 years, would you do it?oh fuck yeah dude 81. What is one thing that everyone is bad at?🤔 jesus idk82. What time do you normally sleep? How many hours of sleep do you usually get?late and not enough 83. Does age necessarily equal maturity?god no84. What is your favorite clothing store?idk tbh85. In the winter- beanies or gloves?beanies86. Would you rather have wings or a fish tail?wings87. If you had the power to erase one person from the world so that nobody remembered him or her except you, would you do it?yes 88. What do you fear the most?apparently since im a pisces technically, its loneliness 89. How many digits of pi can you recite?none lmfao90. If you could travel back to one year and relive it again, which year would it be?200591. Describe yourself in one word.Brave92. Describe your last victory.Jeeze idk im half asleep now 93. What is the weirdest thing you have ever seen?Last time i was in Phoenix i saw a rly old meth head on a scooter w a meth prostitute humping him from behind whilst smoking a cig94. What is something you will never forget?Seeing Aerosmith 💕💕95. Would you rather forget all of the past or remember everything in vivid detail?thats hard for me bc since i have rly bad dissociation i try to reply my life in my head at night so that i actually don't forget things but also i rly want to forget so its a double edged sword96. Have you ever broken a bone before?not yet! give it another year97. Is it harder to love or to hate somebody?love98. Coffee or tea?both!99. What are some little things that you do that have changed your life in a positive way?Let myself be creative unapologeticly100. How many hours have you spend on tumblr today?probably an hr and a half in total PROBABLY 2 NOW BC OF THIS ASKTHNK U❤️

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boglog · 7 years

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Wholesome Questionare Tag Meme

Tagged by @80sglamcowboy Rules are: -Post the rules -Answer the questions given to you by the tagger -Write eleven questions of your own -Tag eleven people

This is long as Hell, friends and I apologise.

One inquisitive bitch has asked me:

1. Name one person (real or fictional) that you think you could 100% take on in a fight

Foaming mouth guy from Avatar. He’s got no stamina, barely any health, no skill. He’s unfocused and weak and my noodley nerd-ass could take him. (Though I am a little concerned he has rabies.)

2. What’s your favourite snack rn

Grilled cheese w veggies, mustard, and grilled tofu w a side of ketchup made by my roommate. It’s honestly the purest thing.

3. Which apocalypse do you think you’d do the best in? (i.e. Nuclear winter/ robot uprising/ Too many vampires, etc)

O man. I love apocalypse movies and I love survival horror (that one episode of the X Files where they’re trapped in a cabin, anybody?). I also genuinely love camping and I’m a bit of a medical hobbyist. I also watched an unreasonable amount of prepper videos on YouTube. That said, as mentioned above, I am a couch potato weekling. Furthermore, I don’t do well in conflict so if the world hierarchy collapses into a power vacuum where you have to Orange is the New Black-style intimidate ppl for supplies, I would melt and die quickly.

My best bet, it would seem, is an Arrival-esque alien apocalypse where the ones who have enough patience and sci fi knowledge to communicate w aliens are at the top of the food chain. And worst case scenario it’s better for my ego to die at the hands of an alien than a human.

Sci go apocalypses are just cleaner y'know ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

 4. Best and worst fandom you’ve been in? Or have you somehow managed to avoid fandom completely?

Worst has to be Steven Universe. I regret not just moving on after I got bored. Ah well.

(I also think celebrity/real ppl fandoms are a dead end.)

My other fandoms all have various pros and cons and it’s hard to pick a favourite.

Adventure Time has great fanart, great meta and ppl have yet to descend into Homestuck-ian chaos. That said, they’re quiet af. People also fixate way too much on the fake fanfic AU Fionna and Cake. I have yet to read a really good Bonny/Marcy fic and that is a tragedy (a few have come close tho). Bottom line for AT tho is that it’s my go to wholesome cartoonist fandom. I like that it has depth but that it’s generally very simple and fun and that the fans are mostly shut in animation adults.

AtLA/LoK fandom’s biggest pro is that it’s huge and you literally never ran out of quality content. I’ve even made a few friends via this decade old franchise. It’s also enjoyably rich and complex. One of my favourite (now inactive) blogs was one that connected world building and little background Easter eggs to real Chinese history and culture. That wAs so cool!! I defs think as a Chinese person it allowed me to connect to non-western culture in a socially acceptable way.

The downsides tho are many: it can be overwhelmingly complicated (esp as someone who knows jack shit abt Chinese history), people take it too seriously, The Great Shipping Wars, it’s so big it’s a little lonely, the show itself has so many flaws upon greater inspection you wonder why you wasted your time on anything related to it, it’s an Asian themed story created by white dudes who make fun of their fans, the best parts of the show were written by other writers but those same white guys get k the credit. Also as w any fandom related to POC culture, racism happens. Anyways most of you know this already. IMO the best thing to have happened do the fandom is korrasami. Now it’s just abt Asian lesbians ruling the world.

(Though I also thoroughly enjoy the Family Rivalry part of the fandom. There are so mNy dysfunctional families to choose from!)

Rick and Morty is technically speaking my newest fandom. It’s got a lot of obvious cons (pickle Rick sexists, Szechuan sauce racists, asfhkkh incest) but one other con is just how pedantic and overly analytical people are abt the world building. I can’t breathe wo being corrected. RM has a misleadingly complicated high sci fi aesthetic that begets the kind of overanalysing my brand of overanalytical nerdiness can’t handle. Too many alternate universes. It’s just too complicated.

However one thing I like is that conversely I can overanalyse the writing and characters’ psychology/relationships (which I LOVE) and ppl take me very seriously. (At least they used to.) it’s kinda validating to have your 3k word essay on an old man’s bedroom and what that signifies for his depression get over 1k notes.

Rm also attracts the fun, super talented animation crowd so there’s boundless fanart and memes. I never knew I would like a gravity falls crossover retirement home AU btwn Rick and Stan so much but the art is objectively gorgeous?? So ??

I really dislike the lack of attention the female characters get from fandom bc they’re all really great? Female rep is limited but both canon and fic really do their 2-3 tokens justice. Also the jerry hatred is getting old (that male aggression… Like… Calm down, Jake) but it’s a refreshing departure drom when Megg from family guy was the butt of the joke.

Harry Potter, one of the pillars of nerd society, has both changed my life and irreconcilably annoyed me to death. (W no thanks to the racist creator herself!) One can’t underestimate how huge the hp fandom is which offers you as many reasons to love it as reasons not to. Harry Potter’s canon has complex world building that’s also charming enough not to take itself too seriously and much the same could b said of fanon. To a degree. Certain corners of the fanbase are fantastic shitposters and meme-ers and can draw you back in like a black hole. Casually enjoying Harry potter imo is where it’s at. The fanfic is probably one of the most impressively vast. Strangers at Drakesaugh, believe it or not, still updates and not only that, I still read it.

Not casually enjoying Harry potter is, um, yikes? HP and Hunger Games love to insert themselves appropriately in real life political traumas and honestly the dedication of the fandom can be overwhelming.

The HP fanart corner of deviantart circa 2010-12 and @flocc HP comics however are the best.

Meet the Robinsons, Ye Olde Fandom, still stands to this day. (Thanks in part to me ngl) As Iroh might say, they are a proud people. MTR is so bizarre and tiny it’s the only fandom I was able to read EVERY fic summary in existence (ones published on obscure sites excepted). The fandom has never ceased to surprise me for better or worse and mostly due to its age range. The original movie was intended for 8-12 yr olds and their (jaded) parents which means that now, ten years later, the fans are anywhere between 12 and 25. It has approximately 20 pieces of professional-grade fanart and fic and I am downright serious abt the quality and thoughtful complexity of this minority of fanart. Like I shit you not some of it’s almost too dark. However, tragically, one can’t talk abt obscure Disney fandoms wo also mentioning the incest ships (this is what happens when middleschoolers have to resort to cartoons to explore their sexuality in an anti sex ed world), the disorganised crossovers, and the blinding lack of imagination. Nonetheless, that a fandom of any kind could sprout from a 90 min cgi movie before the recession, based off an obscure but objectively fascinating children’s book, is still impressive. The fandoms smallness can in many wars work to everybody’s benefit: it’s a tightly knit community w little to no drama. And lots of memes (that I mostly make) to enjoy sincerely or ironically.

I’m also going to mention, very briefly, the Twin Peaks fandom, most of whom, even the die hards, are v casual when it comes to fan content (I need more fic damnit). Nonetheless it’s a decidedly cool art kid crowd for an art house show and I really enjoy befriending twin peaks watchers.

5. What’s one hot food that you prefer cold? (or, alternatively, one cold food you like hot)

Is it snobby to say I like food to be the temperature God intended?

Like I like cold pizza and salad-y pasta but I wouldn’t mind if everything were room temperature as long as the food itself was well made.

6. ya like jazz? What music do you enjoy listening to? Can you recommend any songs/ artists from that genre?

I think in some contexts I can like jazz. It’s very cosy and nostalgic, it can make you feel like a grand dame stepping out of your limo into your martini filled mansion as records pop around you and your fur carpeted living room. I also occasionally like jazz covers and alternate genres of jazz like electro swing etc.

Generally though I also think jazz is a little antiquated and a little all over the place. I lean more towards the ambiguous minimalism of mellow techno music like Jonna Lee, Grimes, Björk, early Lorde, Yasmine Hamdan, Austra, TRST, etc

I mean I don’t stick to just one genre (I imagine most ppl don’t). I like alternative (Tori Amos, Regina Spektor, Joanna Newsom) and some musicians who seem to completely exist outside of genre like iMonster and the Gorillaz. Not to mention straight up pop like broods, Ellie goulding, lady gaga and Lana del rey. (I mean technically Ldr isn’t pop but u get the ideer)

7. What binge worthy show do you like?

So many man. There are so many out there! Twin peaks, Transparent, Love, Grace and Frankie, Adventure Time, House of Cards, Bojack Horseman, Rick and Morty, Mad Men, Girls, Broad City, Black Mirror, Avatar TLA, 6Teen, Chowder, Over the Garden Wall, Flapjack, the first season of Downton Abbey, Game of Thrones, etc

The list goes on. I’m a TV fiend.

8. What’s an old meme that you miss and wish would be brought back?

Always liked the Gothic [x town or whatever] meme. It was like a text post version of the cursed images meme. Currently I’m really enjoying the song from another room meme and I hope even after it gets old it’ll make a comeback.

9. Tell me your aesthetic  

O man. That’s a can of worms! Okay. Deep breath.

I like futurism, of all kinds. I like strong lines and clear shapes. I like colour blocking and minimalism and glass and holographic LED neons. I like white Japanese urban tiled buildings. I like aliens and ruins and cubes and white and colour blocking and black. I like technology and aliens and Comme des Garçons and Issey Miyake. Rooms that are empty but for one light and one window and one plant. Love that.

I like the midcentury cubism and Mod and 30’s futurism. Clear and strong industrial shapes and curves and post modernist abstractionism.

I also love nature, I love most every Björk and Iamamiwhoami music video. I love the mountains and the forests and the desert and the winter tundra and most of all I love the water. A vast expanse of sky and sea w so many colours and textures. I love the 2000s and funny blob shapes and y2k’s obsession w secondary colours and shiny round things. Love pink. I am a grown adult who will never tire of pink. (Though I don’t really like when people overdo pink.) I love cursed image family photos taken with flash in a suburb. I love the grime and the sanitary aesthetic of suburbs and hospitals and brutalist office spaces. The fluorescent lights of the institution but with purple carpeting!

I love 70s mod and I love colorful 80s brutalism I like it when houses are shaped weirdly and they have carpets and polished curved wooden countertops and spacious nothingness where everything looks clean and cosy and bizarrely ugly and it all looks like an art gallery w too many plants.

I also really love maximalism and wood and detail and fur and velvet and embroidery and silk and windows and wood carvings.

I love 70s kitsch like John waters movies and Shrimps designer fake fur CDG17 where they just piled on knickknack after knickknack onto white dresses w food long trains. Toys and novelty items and lamps shaped like a woman’s leg in a fishnet stocking. (See also: most Tim burton movies, wes Anderson, Carrie fishers house)

An overwhelming mishmash of wool patterns with clean cubic 70s architecture and so many plants and windows and wallpaper and candles and cobwebs. Also really like witchy mourning jewelry and essentially every house in Harry potter. Love the unfortunately racist boho/hippie aesthetic. Any house designed by bill kirsch is a masterpiece. Woven baskets on the ceiling piles of hats and art supplies everywhere. Stuff!! Everywhere! Hidden passageways reading nooks fireplaces the Pink Palace from Coraline!

Everything!!!

I’m a cartoonist who’s a nerd for design so I like when concepts are taken to the extreme in a humourously charming and clear-minded way. Whatever aesthetic someone chooses, they should go all out and really dedicate themselves to the highest form of that aesthetic. It has to be perfect without being sanitary of fake. It has to be alive yet beautiful, frozen in one perfect moment.

10. Favourite time of day and why?

Dusk. I think it’s a nostalgia thing. I loved the hours before bed time as well the hours before dinner when it was getting dark and the sun was reflecting freaky colours along the horizon while I ran around the grass. It’s cozy but it’s spacious and adventurous. So many things can happen at dusk!

  11. You have the choice to live in any fictional universe - which one do you pick and why?

Harry Potter!!! You get the best of both worlds: magical, over-romanticised Victorian/medievalism, wish-fulfillment surrealism and wifi. It’s great. Likelihood of dying is so low, medicine is so advanced and even then ppls n°1 choice of lethal weapon (Avada Kedavra) is painless. Me and Luna could hang in her garden. I’d never have to pay for the subway again. I could live a nomadic life in a tent w infinite space. If you chose to live as a wizard amongst Muggles you’re basically god and you can cheat capitalism. Gravity is my bitch! And I’m not gna lie my dream house has always been a combination of The Burrow, the Lovegood house, and Shell Cottage.

My turn to pick your brain:

1 Favourite texture?

2 Favourite smell?

3 Favourite children’s book/children’s TV show? (I’m talking about the bizarre abstract ones for toddlers)

4 Best and worst prank you’ve ever pulled?

5 Weirdest beginning of a friendship?

6 When you’ve been in fandom for a while you start to notice you’ve a habit of staying in the same corners. What corner are you in? Are you part of the fluffy ship corner? The intense world building spec meta corner? The shitpost comic fanart corner? Etc

7 If you could invent a class that would be obligatory for all high schools across your country what would it be?

8 What’s the weirdest thing you’ve gotten at Halloween while trick or treating?

9 Weirdest family tradition of yours?

10 Describe your significant other (or your crush, or your dream partner or if you’re aromantic your fave person) through only TV references.

11 Favourite piece of dialogue in a movie?

I don’t know 11 ppl but nonetheless tagging: @that-guy-in-the-bowler-hat @skairheart @nochangenohope @eventheslightestrayofsunshine@autistic-jaredkleinman@phoenixkluke

…and YOU (if you were not mentioned above and so choose to accept this mission)

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