#AND i'm seeing something rotten this weekend so that's EXCITING

[safyresky]

Scrimbly Jacqueline 19/20: I gave her a cloak. bitches love cloaks! (i'm bitches)

I also drew her staff! She has one, too :)

This nearly became Sorceress-Warlock Jacqueline from THIS AU. Didn't feel like drawing that fit tho so it's just regular canon Jacqueline, lol. (but picturing the scars and the eye patch she doesn't actually need but wears for the aesthetic was a FUN mental image at the beginning of the week! then the horrors persisted and I went WHO HAS THE SPOONS. NOT ME)

Drawing the whooshy cloak was fun. Colouring it was even MORE fun. I was going CRAZY last night trying to find a post I made where I described Jacqueline's staff?? I COULDN'T FUCKING FIND IT AND I S2G I READ IT THE OTHER DAY. LIKE EARLIER THIS WEEK. So hopefully my visual memory served me WELL and I don't find the post and go FUCKING EH at a later date, lol.

this scrimbly was very much a scrimbly lol. I think it took me like 10 minutes to doodle. I'm having a LOW ENERGY WEEK. Feelin burnt out af and dreading the weekend! Woo! Almost DIDN'T scrimbly! Thinking this week's little down spin is gonna push back Frostmas crossposting which is SUPER RUDE bc like. THE AESTHETIC. UPDATING ON THE UNLUCKY DAY. BOO!

RIGHT. DANI RANTS ASIDE, WANT SOME CS LORE/FACTS? BC I GOT SOME! WOO:

All four Frosts would pass the warlock test--the question is, do they fully embrace it? Fino does. Fiera does but like, second to the summer sprite training. Jack learns what's useful/what he wants/needs to. Jacqueline was FINE not warlocking, she's good with the snow, BUT Jack keeps nagging her to at LEAST take the test and when she passes it he's like c'mon. c'mon. warlock training. you know you want tooo I could teach youuuuu

She holds off for a VERY long time then gets schemey brain a couple of centuries down the line and goes for it. It's spoilery and I do want to keep this one close to my chest, BUT:

Essentially she learns that she has something someone needs/wants back and she can only do that by getting into the Warlock training! She uses this to try and bring two estranged people closer and when it doesn't go well she hits Jack up after hours and is like "so my plan is going. hmm. bad. let's start warlock training?" and Jack's like YEAH LET'S FUCKING GOOOO bc A) he told her so. B) he;s been wanting to get her started with the warlock biz for YEARS! AND out of ALL THE TEACHERS SHE'S COMING TO HIM (well. unofficially) and C) he is also enjoying the tea from her little scheme and about the two people in question, lol.

Anyway, enjoy the scrimble! Next week is some prohibition fun ft. Winter, I THINK. I'll have to check my notes 🤔🤔🤔

(and yes the heart clasp and pink in the staff are bc Dite)

#yes I HAVE been writing down the scrimble ideas as they pop in the noggin! #it's been HELPFUL LOL #richard found my old cs fact about dite lifting jacquie and xander like dumbells bc she stronk #so that's the week after next! lol #we'll see how that one goes :p #scrimbly jacquelines #dani speaks #dani doodles #cs posting #between mother's day fast approaching and having to go see her this weekend AND the MIL #and a very stressful sitch with a pal. #and general frustration this week #it is a recipe for DISASTER. AH. #good news: making a tres leches cake #turned out PROPER CRUMBLY and has been absorbing all tres leches all night #i can't wait to see how it turns out post work #AND i'm seeing something rotten this weekend so that's EXCITING #THERE ARE SOME GOODS IN THE BAD. BUT BOY THE BADS ARE STRESSFUL #it's actually very hard to balance two sets of families as a fun fact!!! #making time for richard's side and my side is HARD when one doesn't respect boundaries #and the other gets pissy and whiny when we try to divide time evenly #i need a month off. long ass vacation. somewhere with shit cell reception #ANYWAY. MIND THE VENTING IN THE TAGS. WHEE! SCRIMBLE! #i was like. meh about it last night #but this morning when i went to grab it i was like oh she's STUNNING #the hands aren't bad at ALL tho the thumbs got eated by her staff :( #crystal springs #FORGOR THE MAIN TAG LMAO #ocs #Jacqueline Frost

[storiesbyjes2g]

Fancy bathrooms

nissanissa I'm cheesing because I have the bestest best friend in the world!! She spoils me rotten!!

drbossbabe You ladies look WAY too good!! I love it!

mercedesn You know it's a good time when you get bathroom selfies. That's a nice bathroom!

drbossbabe @mercedesn Right?? I am not mad at this peek into DSV Lux life!

angelah OMW!!! You're both so beautiful! Where is this? You know we moved to Oasis Springs last year.

nurseharper I still can't believe you're chummy with Brytani Cho's girl RIP. Small world! Don't cause too much trouble out there.

mrspierson2u That's right babies show them how it's done make mama proud

lukyb Hey Dr. Pretty Eyes. Nice to see you two still thick as thieves.

themelanyp Have I mentioned yet how excited I am about this weekend???

napdadragon Only about a thousand times 😑

natethegreat @napdadragon hater

delperro I am so jealous right now!!! When we come I want the same royal treatment...but with kid friendly places. But you have to take me to this place too!

iambkay HOLD UP!! Why wasn't I invited to the function?!

mrspierson2u @iambkay Pretty sure you were out accepting awards and such queen!

jamminontheone the queen has entered the chat what's good fam congrats on the award hit me up for the next track one love

drbossbabe You know I too am excited for this weekend! 😁🤭🥳🤐

mercedesn I feel like I missed something...

#ts4 story #sims 4 story #sims story #Piersons and Friends #the piersons #melany pierson #anissa thurston #simsta

[burgundybmw]

Munson’s Mixtape

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Cunningham!Reader

Word Count: 2,518

Warnings: Mentions of ED and eating behavior, Shitty parents, mentions of drugs (it's Eddie)

Summary: Chrissy has been acting weird, and like a good big sister Y/N drives to Hawkins from Notre Dame to check in on her. Only to find out she has plans to meet up with Eddie Munson. Things take a turn for the worse and now Y/N gets wrapped in to the horrors of Hawkins. Hey, at least she has the company of the guitarist she was sweet on back in high school for comfort.

Author's Note: I took one look at Eddie and immediately got the inspiration to write this. Steve will always have a special place in my heart but Eddie... damn. Also I'm making Notre Dame close Hawkins for plot reasons. I know Indianapolis is like 2.5 hours away from the University but let's pretend Hawkins is closer to the University then the city.

Track One

The drive from Notre Dame to Hawkins is 50 minutes away, that's the length of just one of Y/N's Ethics' classes. Yet every minute felt like an eternity. Long car rides used to bring her comfort. The feel of the leather steering wheel beneath her fingertips, the windows down, wind whipping against her face, her favorite songs playing over the radio. It was the freedom to go anywhere she wanted if she chose on a whim that comforted Y/N, but not today.

Chrissy's phone call this afternoon scared her. Through the choked whispered words Chrissy revealed to her sister that she felt as if she's losing her mind. Lack of sleep, constantly plagued by nightmares, including a vision she had that she swore she was awake for. It's always the same thing, starts with this overwhelming ticking of a grandfather clock, the darkness suddenly revealing the Cunningham dinner table, filled with rotten food, bugs crawling all over the feast they weren't allowed to indulge in. Mother dearest berating the girls on what they eat and how much they weigh.

"How are you fitting in your uniforms girls? Don't worry I'll loosen the seams for you." Spoken in the same shrill condescending voice she used. Chrissy was nearly in tears on the phone before she had to leave for her next class. That's what scared her the most. Chrissy never calls in the middle of school, she always waits until after dinner to update her sister on the goings on in Hawkins. How her relationship with Jason was going, the drama amongst the cheerleaders, everything. Y/N was on her way to practice herself, dressed in the Fighting Irish cheer uniform when she grabbed her keys and rushed to her Buick Regal, the graduation present their parents got her. Y/N appreciated the car now, but the gift was just an excuse so she could come visit on the weekends. The only motivation to follow through with the deal was to see Chrissy, Y/N couldn't care less about her parents. That's why she was going 15 miles over the speed limit, to check on Chrissy. Deep in her gut she knew that something was wrong, deeply wrong.

Y/N felt something was off with Hawkins, she didn't believe in the whole Devil occupation bullshit, but there was a darkness there. It started when the Byers kid went missing. She felt it then, and that's why she was so excited to get out. Y/N Cunningham could have gone to any Ivy she wanted, but stayed close enough to have a clear get away for her sister. She prayed she wasn't too late.

The signs on the highway were beginning to blur as she drove, the intense feeling of panic settling in her bones. Not even the soothing melodies of Tears for Fears could calm her down. She saw the Hawkins exit as the song switched to Black Sabbath. Usually she’d belt out the familiar lyrics to “Paranoid”, but not today. It was a shame, Y/N always listened to this well loved mixtape on her drive to Hawkins. She'd gotten it as a thank you from an old classmate she used to tutor, not much good her tutoring did in the end. Last she heard, Eddie Munson was still at Hawkins High as a repeat senior.

As she drove down the familiar roads to the high school her mind wandered to Eddie. A welcomed distraction in her panicked state. He was failing almost everything except English and Arts classes when they were in school together. The Hawkins High guidance counselor had asked Y/N if she could tutor Eddie once a week in between cheer practice and student government. Y/N didn’t mind the extra work load, despite his grades in school he was always attentive during their sessions.

After awhile Y/N figured out that the way the teachers taught the school's material was causing Eddie to fail, not his lack of intellect. Despite what people thought, Eddie was smart. He was creative and analytical and a natural public speaker. In the real world, Y/N had no doubt Eddie would succeed if he applied himself, he was just a shit test taker. Towards the end of her senior year she begged the school to have a different mode of testing for Eddie, because she believed he could do it if they gave him the chance. But despite being student body President, they shut her down. Y/N crossed that stage with her diploma, on her way to Notre Dame with early decision, and Eddie Munson stayed behind, doomed to repeat his senior year.

Her mind continued to wander, thinking about the boy, now a man, who gave her this mixtape. Does he still play with his band? Is Hellfire still up and running? Did he go to any of his senior proms? With who? She wasn't sure why her mind decided to be occupied with Eddie Munson. Y/N hadn't spoken a word to him since graduation day, the day he gave her the mixtape. While she was in her cap and gown walking towards where she was supposed to meet her parents and Chrissy, Eddie shouted her name on the other side of the parking lot. Next to his van that always smelled of weed and motor oil. It was a hot day in early June, and all Y/N wanted to do in that moment was take off the graduation gown that trapped heat like a sauna, sit in her parents Audi with the promise of AC and dinner on the horizon. But she didn't do that, she went to Eddie instead.

"Congrats Grad!" he shouted as Y/N walked over to his beloved van.

"Thanks Eddie, wished you could have walked the stage with me though." He must have stayed to watch the outdoor ceremony, the beginnings of a sunburn forming on his reddened face.

"I uh wanted to give you something, ya know, as a thanks for helping my sorry ass throughout the semester" He was shifting his weight on each foot. Y/N frowned, feeling bad she couldn't do enough to help him. He was clearly embarrassed for not graduating on time with the rest of his class.

"It's not your fault, the teachers here are stuck in their ways. When it was just you and I you did well! I wish I was more helpful to you. You probably feel like you wasted your time with me."

"You could never waste my time!" It was a near shout when it left his mouth. " What I mean is... It wasn't your fault at all. I'm a lost cause ya know. You did everything you could."

Y/N didn't like that at all. She wished she could have told him in that moment that he wasn't lost. Just hit a little stumble. She wished she could have told him that high school isn't everything. That being a good person was more important than a GPA, that he had more human decency than most of the guys in her class. But she didn't say that. What she said instead was..

"You mentioned you had a gift for me?" Y/N tried to cover her awkwardness with a smile, it's what her mother always taught her to do. 'Smile and look pretty girls, even if you're uncomfortable. We can't have people thinking the Cunningham girls are rude can we?' It was always the same photo ready smiles Y/N planted on her face when she was with her parents social circle and their children. She hated the idea of Eddie thinking the smile directed towards him wasn't genuine though... a thought she never had before in these situations.

"Oh right! Um.. yea just a second!" He opened the van, a couple of busted cans falling out of the door. "Sorry about the mess, my chauffeur has been lax with the clean up lately." Y/N giggled as she patiently waited for Eddie to find what he was looking for.

"Ah Ha! Found it!" Eddie jumped out of the van, slamming the door behind him. A triumphant smile on his face as he handed her the delicately wrapped package.

"Here you go my fair lady, a gift" He slipped the present into Y/N's waiting palms, fingers staying a moment too long before quickly returning to the pockets of his denim vest. She looked at the small box in her palms, brown paper folded neatly at the corners with a wax seal at the top. There was writing in a language she didn't recognize in the top corner in black ink, the letters swooping and interloping in a beautiful style of calligraphy.

"It's just uh.. something I made. As a thank you for putting up with me, I know you probably had a ton of other shit to do but I uh.. really appreciated it" Y/N couldn't stop the large smile that spread on her face. She had never received a hand made gift before. Her parents would just buy whatever was popular for her Christmas and Birthday presents.

"What's this writing at the top?"

"It's your name! In Quenya, it's from uh.. The Lord of the Rings. One of the languages the High Elves speak. Um.. in the book they're um really into academia and shit and kind of reminded me of you.. it's stupid.." Eddie stammered out, fumbling with the ends of his hair he'd been growing out since junior high.

"No it's not stupid! That's very sweet of you, maybe I'll stop at a bookstore by Notre Dame and pick it up. From J. R. R Talkin right?"

"It's um Tolkien but yea.. you should! It's a great book, I think you'd like it." She could tell Eddie was fumbling now, nervous about what she'd think of his gift.

"Can I open my present now?" Y/N asked, attempting to put Eddie out of his awkward state.

"Oh yea of course! Go for it." She gently undid the wax seal connecting the paper together, not wanting to risk ripping Eddie's hard work. Inside was a cassette tape, the cover decorated with Notre Dame's leprechaun and clovers throughout the background. She flipped the other side to find a list of all the songs on the tape, a wide variety of artists. Some she had heard of, like Tears for Fears and Billy Joel, and some she didn't know.

"It's a mixtape, I thought you could listen to it while you drive to Notre Dame. Both sides equal the drive there and back to Hawkins in time so you don't have to worry about not having anything to listen to on the radio. You said once during one of our tutoring sessions that you like power ballads and um.. love songs.. so I made a list of the songs you liked. I threw some of the stuff I listen to, can't have my favorite tutor limit her music taste to just REO Speedwagon."

Y/N's jaw dropped when Eddie finished speaking. She remembers the conversation vividly, at the time Eddie gave her a bit of shit for her music taste. It was all in good fun. 'Of course Hawkins High's sweetheart is a hopeless romantic. You can't always listen to love songs, you have to have SOME variety!' they had laughed at the time. The conversation was brief, and yet he remembered all of the artists she listened too.

"Eddie... I don't know what to say..." She was touched. In that moment she felt that they understood each other. A part of her hoped that the time they spent together meant something to him. That this mixtape meant something more than just a thank you gift, but she shook the thought out of her head immediately. Eddie Munson didn't particularly care for her crowd, and not without good reason. The cheerleaders on her team were kind girls, but the boys they hung around were a judgmental, rowdy, stuck in the social hierarchy of high school. Eddie was outside of that, and tensions often rose between his group and hers. The most she hoped for was that he didn't see her like that.

"It's really nothing! Just something for you to pass the time, honest!" He quickly stammered out. A seed of disappointment grew in her chest, of course it wasn't more than she thought it was. Eddie's type must be some cool metal chick. Who smokes spliffs and hangs out at motorcycle bars. Not some cheerleader who doesn't have enough of a backbone to confront the image her mother placed on her. The girls Eddie would like wouldn't care about what people have to say about them, just like he does.

"Thank you Eddie, I love it. I'll listen to it on the drive to school."

"Sounds good, um hey maybe next time you're in Hawkins..."

Y/N never got to hear the end of that sentence. Her mother's shrill yell interrupting their conversation. She was getting impatient with her daughter talking to who she considered "undesirable company," waiting to drive to Enzo's for dinner where she would force the girls to eat like birds as if they weren't sitting in the sun all day. Y/N walked away from Eddie with a quick apology and wave, not knowing this was the last conversation they would have.

She had seen him around town when visiting her parents over the holidays, barely making eye contact before her mother dragged her to whatever errand she hand next on her list. Y/N opted to take summer classes to avoid spending unnecessary time with her family, but as she made her way to the parking lot of Hawkins High she regretted the decision. Maybe she could have caught up with Eddie at some point, without her helicopter mother present. Tell him how much she listened to his mixtape, how it was her go too for every drive and study session. That she was nervous she would break it from how much she played it. Maybe once she was done checking on Chrissy she'd make a point to visit him. Her parents didn't know she skipped cheer practice that day to see her sister, it would be a perfect time.

As Y/N parked her car she noticed all of the students of Hawkins High parading around campus, enjoying the sun before the championship game. As she got out of the car she noticed a girl in a Hawkins cheer uniform make her way to the edge of the woods, pink backpack hung on both shoulders. She recognized her sister immediately and shouted her name, but Chrissy kept walking. Y/N slammed the door of her Buick before she began walking towards her sister, curious as to why she was heading to the woods instead of hanging out with her team. Y/N just hoped she wasn't about to stumble on a meeting between Chrissy and her boyfriend, as much as she loved her sister she seriously questioned her taste in men. The last thing she wanted to see was Chrissy making out with the future young republican's club president. Regardless of what Chrissy's intentions are, Y/N was going to figure it out.

#stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #stranger things s4 #stranger things season 4 #stranger things eddie munson #eddie x reader #eddie x y/n #eddie x you #chrissy cunningham #cunningham!reader #eddie munson x cunningham!reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanficton

[thissying]

NOS interview with Daniel, Australian GP, 1 April 2023

And more in-depth in this article:

With the characteristic wide grin, shining white teeth and his roaring laugh, he is prominent in the paddock, Down Under at the Albert Park circuit. For the first time this year Daniel Ricciardo is present in the guest house of Max Verstappen's team Red Bull Racing. Not as a teammate, not even as a substitute. Although he is a reserve driver, the 33-year-old Australian is mainly used as an advertising pillar and marketing gun.

It looks a bit painful, but Ricciardo is not the type to be taken aback. "I think it's especially cool to be here. A race weekend without stress is quite nice," he says on the track in Melbourne. "Of course it feels double and all feelings come up here, but I also enjoy this life. I have more time for hobbies, friends and family. It's also nice to break fewer days on the plane. It feels less uncomfortable than I feared."

For many years Melbourne was the scene of Ricciardo's home race; now he's standing by the line and everyone wants something from him. An interview, an autograph, a selfie or a chat. But also: team discussions behind the scenes about the optimal set-up of the car. "It's business as usual, really. I'm busy in the paddock all day. My cockpit has been traded for a seat by the pit wall, but the fans give me a warm bath. They still treat me like one of the drivers. Very nice to meet you."

He doesn't like to admit it, but of course it immediately tickles when Ricciardo sees the RB19 of Max Verstappen and Sergio Pérez. Especially now that the car is outflanking the entire field. "It's an exciting car, exceeding all the team's expectations. Nobody expected us to dominate like this. Of course I want to get in and race straight away, but I don't feel any frustration."

Of course, the eight-time grand prix winner is immediately ready to fill in if something unexpected happens to Verstappen or Pérez. "I think he only needs ten minutes to get there," assures team leader Christian Horner. "I make sure I'm fit and ready and if the opportunity arises I will give everything to help the team," added Ricciardo. "Of course the devil in me would like to put something in Max or Checo's shakes so that they get sick for a while, haha. Nope. Just kidding!"

What went wrong with Ricciardo? When did his career decline? For that we have to go back to August 2018. Ricciardo was teammate of Verstappen and was able to extend his contract, but made a surprising switch to Renault. When that team's plans turned out to be much bigger than the results, he moved again in 2021 to a team with mountains of gold: McLaren.

That's where things went terribly wrong. Ricciardo was outclassed by Lando Norris, there was no click with the team and the results were abysmal. The team terminated Ricciardo's contract last year and signed his young compatriot Oscar Piastri. Although Ricciardo touched an impressive transfer fee, he was left empty-handed. No team showed serious interest.

"Of course there is a dent in my confidence," admits Ricciardo. "I felt that even when I got into the Red Bull simulator for the first time recently. I was a bit nervous, felt the pressure and hoped I was still good enough. But I felt in my place again very quickly. I'm home again."

Ricciardo says he has no regrets about his failed transfers. "I'm not like that. Everything happens for a reason. You learn from wrong decisions and setbacks, you grow and you become stronger. That also applies to the two rotten years at McLaren." "But what if?"

What if he had not fled - as team boss Christian Horner put it at the time - with his tail between his legs to avoid the internal duel with Max Verstappen? Would he now be the proud owner of a world title? Probably not. After all, Ricciardo left because he noticed that he was no longer the dream number one of Red Bull Racing. "I noticed that the relationships in the team were changing. Max was the future. That was noticeable in everything."

The team had embraced a new apple of their eye with the still very young Verstappen. The team was built around the Dutchman. The will of the driver, his father Jos and his management became law. And Ricciardo didn't want to play second fiddle. As a grand prix winner, he also felt too good for it, but only managed one more grand prix victory after his departure. His F1 career fizzled out, but Ricciardo is still brooding on a return.

Around the summer he will make a decision about his motorsport future. Options are legion. The driver is so beloved that teams in Nascar, IndyCar or endurance races line up. But for now, 'Dannyric' is holding off and seems to be one more aim all arrows at an F1 seat. "I don't want to compete for the sake of competing. Fighting in the middle or the rear doesn't motivate me. I'm only interested in a fast seat and I don't feel like starting from zero again."

"I made a well-considered decision to take a break to recharge myself. I still support that. I'm not actively looking for a cockpit yet. My feeling is that I want to return to Formula 1 next year. All sorts of factors come into play, but it doesn't feel like I'm retired from F1 right now. I'm still hungry. The fire hasn't gone out yet."

The 41-year-old Aston Martin driver Fernando Alonso is Ricciardo's example. "It's great that he gets a podium two times in a row. I'm enjoying the resurrection of the old man. He's eight years older. I want a revival like that too."

#daniel ricciardo #f1 #i was a lazy ass and mostly google translated that article tbh #my post

[winterandwords]

🌃 Bridge From Ashes Update: 29 November 2022 (with bonus doggo content)

Genre: Cyberpunk, neon-noir Audience: Adult Working title: Project Frequency Tags: #bridge from ashes and #project frequency More: WIP summary and tag list

📝 Status

Draft 02 complete I didn't want to post an update until I actually had something to say and I've been doing my best not to put schedules, deadlines or goals on this book (more on that in a bit) so this milestone kind of crept up on me, but it happened yesterday, so yay, I guess?!

Title reveal I dropped the title in an updated WIP summary a few days ago because I'm shit at announcing stuff but I wanted to put it out there. I was going to do what I did with November Breaks and wait until the book was out before I mentioned the real title, but fuck it. I've had the title in my head for a while and I was excited and wanted to share it, so here we are.

✅ Next step

Rest the draft, but like REALLY this time I suck at doing this because when I'm obsessively into a project (and obsessively is the only way I'm ever into anything) I just want to fuck with it all the time, but draft 03 is going to be an up-close line edit and I absolutely definitely need to be coming at it from as fresh a perspective as possible, which means not looking at it (apart from to grab snippets for tag games, obvs) for...I don't know? Like a month, maybe? Should I ban myself from working on it until 2023? OK, that's terrifying on so many levels. Deep calming breaths. Contemplating the passage of time is in no way contributing to the midlife crisis that's breathing down my neck right now.

💜 Feels

OK so I actually miss schedules and goals and deadlines?! I don't know if I miss them in an "I've finally got a handle on my self-destructive productivity and now I can approach structure healthily" kind of way, or if I miss them like I would hypothetically miss shovelling MDMA down my throat and up my nose every weekend if I ever did that which I definitely did not because it's illegal and drugs are bad.

My brain is in FULL WRITING MODE and the thought of not writing while I rest this draft makes me die inside a little, so I'm going to deal with this by starting some new WIP activity. I reckon I can probably manage it without whiplash because Rafe from Bridge From Ashes is in one of the upcoming WIPs and the other one is a sequel (maybe a vignette novel, maybe a novel-novel, maybe a collection of shorts, but who the fuck knows?) to November Breaks so I'm aggressively excited about both of them.

I'm not sure how long it'll be before I'm sharing any new WIP material on here because I'm pretty much just throwing words at a digital page right now and seeing what sticks, but I'll yell about it when the time comes.

✍ Snippet

“What do you want, cut-throat?” he says, and the mirror shatters. I pull his hand towards me and my skin splits under the blade, but only just. “I don’t know.” He presses harder. Slowly, with a tenderness that shakes me to my fucked up rotten core, he carves a new line among all the others. A new way to bleed apologies. A new way to count regrets. “Yes, you do.” And if this is how it ends… The night air is nowhere near as cold as him and the deserted street is nowhere near as empty. I close my eyes and don’t open them until he puts the knife away, until he finds the raw slice in my chest with fingers like stone. Then he raises his hand, stained with my blood, to rest against my jaw. “What do you need?” “This.” And that’s not an answer either. But it’s enough for now.

👀 Bonus bits

I can't believe this only just struck me the other day, but the two fictional characters who inspire Rafe's vibes the most are Billy Butcher from The Boys and Judge Dredd from the 2012 film. They're both played by Karl Urban AND I DID NOT EVEN THINK ABOUT THIS BEFORE.

(Not me fan casting the way-in-the-future film sequel of my own book when Rafe and Gillen are in their fifties but like...Karl Urban and Mads Mikkelsen, you guys busy??)

If you're still here, thank you and I love you and you shall now be blessed with a picture of Shadow. She decided the bed in my writing/arting/music/witching room is now hers, but she agreed to share it with me for the low price of a new fluffy blanket.

💜 Tag list

Thanks for your support and encouragement! Comment or message me to be added or removed.

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#bridge from ashes #project frequency #my writing #wip update #wip excerpt #writers of tumblr #writeblr #writers on tumblr #original writers #am writing #tumblr writers #cyberpunk #science fiction writers #original fiction #writers

[coccyodynia]

things:

this one is gonna be all over the place bc there's a lot of things i haven't dealt with yet or even acknowledged but i need to do something with them so weird tumblr post it is!

i haven't slept well in months for a number of reasons (ornery cat, back pain etc) and its really catching up to me

my health is still very much in flux but i am very very broke and cannot afford my health insurance and/or co-pays so i've basically stopped pursuing any kind of treatment/appointments for now, just trying to deal with the pain as much as i can :/

i am still without a dayjob and thats gonna become a problem very quickly :/

im getting back into the habit of making art on a more regular or consistent basis, which i am happy about!!

since i quit my job i've had a noticeable improvement in my moods, overall outlook and depression symptoms. a lot of people around me (therapist, parents, grandma, friends) have made comments about how they've noticed this

i've been working really hard on my coping skills and other inner-work to improve my life and relationships and it's really working i think, so i'm happy about that

my apartment is looking a lot better, usually when my depression/moods are really bad my kitchen becomes pretty much unusable, but since i've been more free to focus on things in my life i've been keeping it cleaner and i'm happy about that too

the semester started a few weeks ago, and im enjoying my class/students! im really excited about the rest of the semester and to see what my students make

i had a tarot reading that kind of blew my mind last weekend and i'm still sort of reeling from it tbh

she spoke a lot about my inner turmoil and the past, and being content with a found family (at least that's how i interpreted it) in my future, while having a strong support system presently

interestingly she never said much of anything at all about relationships outside of that, which i took to heart

i've sort of always believed i would never have a life partner/long-term relationship, but instead the universe would continue passing people through my life on timelines appropriate to how these relationships serve me

i think people like lillian and kym will always be around for sure, but my life has shown a pretty consistent pattern of people being introduced to my life at a time when i desperately needed someone and slowly removing them from my life when i learned what i needed to learn (mannie, reid, michael, justin, henry, so on and so forth)

i know that this is what's happening with justin and on one hand i'm understanding of that, on the other hand i'm very upset about it

i really dont know where he and i stand right now, he's in a new job and trying to spend more time with his kid, so he's less available to talk/hang

it really hurts, because he really did save my life in some form or fashion, and to have that comforting presence slowly disappear has been incredibly difficult

i've really been avoiding talking about this with anyone, like my therapist and closest friends because i am not sure how i will handle the grief once i let myself really accept it/deal with it

last night Lil asked me "how are things with justin?" and i gave some weird vague response like "not sure, i'll tell you when i figure it out"

her followup question, after a slight pause, was: "are you okay?"

i had to laugh because obviously no i'm not okay with this but i dont have a choice, so i'm handling it as well as i can - but i told lil that i probably am not handling it as well as i should

i got very drunk the other night and had an incredibly bad time, sobbing hysterically and screaming basically, bc i am so tired of people just coming and going from my life

my notes app on my phone is just full of one-liners about this bullshit and i feel like a stereotype, moreso than usual

one-liners include:

"people would rather leave than extend the grace i offered them from the start"

"it only hits me sometimes, but i feel it every fucking day"

"found rotten at the root, i am being picked clean"

"people just move on, they move on and forward at a clip and im still here - still here still here still here - no matter how far i move, im still stuck here"

so im not in a great headspace about all of this

but i am at least doing better handling it than i might have been 6 months ago tbh

literally anyway...

last night i had a dream that featured reid and erin and cobb

we used to be the 'dream team' back in high school & college

the dream was weird and i don't fully remember the plot but i do remember waking up very sad and confused

i dont associate with them at all anymore and that might be for the best

but somehow reid keeps coming up in my dreams, i had one the other week where they asked me "is this separation working for you? it's not working for me" basically asking to come back into my life

my response in the dream was "i dont think about you at all anymore" which isn't entirely true obviously, but i've definitely moved on quite a bit

it's almost exactly 2 years since they left my life (sept 24), so i'm sure that's why this is coming up in my dreams

but that also means it's been almost exactly 2 years since i last self harmed (oct 3) and i'm glad about that

when i reached 1 year clean from SH back in 2022 i told justin that i wasn't sure who to talk to about it, since the person i usually told was the reason it happened in the first place

and justin was very very supportive, kind and reassuring

i'm really sad that i'm not sure he would be anymore

i have a little more capacity to handle these kinds of things now that ive quit my job that made me suicidal

but i still want to have that extra support, extra care and i don't know how to have that need met, if that makes sense

idk im just low-key sad underneath everything and all of the progress i've made. its just that im not using drugs or self-medicating to deal with it

idk bye

#things

[marvelmaniac2000]

Shang Chi x Reader Scenario #1 Part 1 Of 2 (Imagines)

Storyline: Shang Chi knows you are a very attractive person and men are always admiring you. Even though you don’t pay any mind to it at all, sometimes it can become overbearing. Luckily your best friend is there to stray away unwanted advances.

(By the way, in this short story the relationship is mutual, but Shang Chi has always been in love with you. Also he’s super protective of you and gets jealous a lot.)

Characters: Shang Chi x reader

Subject warning: jealousy angst, mild violence, alcohol use

(Sorry in advance for any incorrect spelling or grammar) I'm trying to improve my proof reading skills.

It was finally Friday and you couldn’t wait for the weekend to come any sooner. You and your partner in crime Shang Chi finished your shift for the week. Your feet ached, but it never outweighed seeing those green numbers in your bank account. The sun was setting late into the night and you made it back home to your crib. In exhaustion you kicked off your work shoes within seconds. The coffee table next to your kitchen was covered with all your artwork and latest sketches you created. Much of the atmosphere in your apartment didn’t feel much like home, because you were always on the go, however this night felt a lot more lonesome than usual in your apartment.

*Buzz*

Your phone vibrates and you mindlessly search in your bag until you find it. Of course no one else would text you besides this “loser” Shang Chi you jokingly thought.

You rolled your eyes at your phone and didn’t respond anymore. If anyone is late to anything it’s this guy.

With a sudden jolt of excitement you went into your room to change out of your work uniform into something more appropriate. You examine your closet hoping an outfit will magically come to your head.

“Mmm...maybe sexy but not too sexy tonight” You mumbled to yourself.

You finally settle for an outfit that is casual but sexy at the same time. After fixing your hair and applying a touch of makeup on, you grabbed your stuff and made your way out to meet your friend.

“I’m so proud of you, just at the knick of time” he glanced at his watch.

“You look great,” he added.

“Thank you, I tried” you sheepishly smiled

“ Shall we?” he gestured.

“Let's go have some fun” you beamed.

Following two eccentric hours of karaoke, it was time for a couple of drinks to mellow out the fun. The local bar was dimly lit with groovy toned lights. The oversight squelched of young social elites alike. Shang Chi went to the bar and ordered the usual while you skimmed around for a table. You settled for a table in the corner of the dining area and waited patiently.

“Hey sweetheart what’s your name?”

You abruptly looked up and was approached by a guy who was much older and looked very gruesome.

“Oh uh sorry I’m not interested” you said politely.

“Look, a pretty woman like yourself shouldn’t have to end your night on such a bad note. I can make your night worthwhile” The man gave you a rotten grin and creeped closer to you. He put his hand on the back of your chair and leaned in close enough where his face was inches from yours.

“ When a woman says she’s not interested you don’t continue to harass her, so I’m going to ask you nicely again to please leave me alone sir” you raised your voice a tone higher and many people around you began to glance over.

Shang Chi overheard your voice from across the bar area, and within seconds made his way over to see what was going on.

“Do you need help finding the door sir? Because I can gladly show you” Shang Chi’s jaw tightened and his eyes pierced with rage.

The man snickered, “And who exactly are you buddy? The security guard? Can’t you see I’m trying to get laid here so if you don’t mind not being a cock block and skid daddle” the man gestured his hand in a shewing motion.

The man reached out his hand to touch your shoulder and Shang Chi grabbed his wrist and twisted it away. The crowd gradually started to quiet down and drew attention toward what was going on.

“ Don’t you lay a finger on her” Shang Chi sputtered.

Your muscles began to tense up knowing exactly what was about to happen. All you knew was that you were definitely going to need a drink after this..

PART 2

Usually I don't like damsel in distress scenarios, but they are very fun to do in the genre of fanfiction. Other than that I hope you guys enjoy!

#shang chi #fanfic #the legend of the ten rings #simu liu #imagine #love story #marvel #mcu #shang chi smut

[barachiki]

Hi Tumblrinos!

I made a gif this afternoon to relax so I thought I'd drop in to write something.

I haven't updated in a bit, but lots has been going on. It is all whiny first world problems, so feel free to ignore me.

I moved recently, which was exciting, terrifying, stressful and everything. It was not a great experience on my anxiety, since we had hired movers, and one of them was just hell-bent on dropping my fragile items, to the point where one of my teapots did get smashed (luckily not one of the antique ones).. Anyways, the rest of the movers did an amazing job, so we still gave them an awesome tip, but instead of leaving a bad review, I called the company to let them know that one of their staff members had let them down. He appreciated my approach for sure and everything there was all smoothed over.

Now we get into the house part. The previous owners apparently didn't realize that they had to leave the place in the same condition it was from when we viewed it, and they took down the shelves that we had liked (previously bolted to the walls). It wouldn't be such a big deal, but they didn't repair the walls from the removal of the shelves. Just left terribly half-assed patch marks that weren't sanded or painted to match the walls. The walls are a medium charcoal colour in some places. The patches are white. We tried to contact them through their realtor, but the realtor is ignoring the problem, so now we are contacting our lawyer. I really hate being this bitchy, but it will be a lot of work to fix these walls and we can't start fixing them ourselves until we resolve it.

I really want to love our house, but it is just so much still to be fixed until we are officially moved in and comfortable. The stove is actually broken, so we are using a hotplate and microwave to cook our meals for the time being. The fridge is old and makes clunky noises all the time too, so we did think ahead and order some new appliances, but they were backordered and are delayed until October. Same with our furniture. We ordered a new sectional sofa for the living room in June, but it is delayed as well.

I just can't get settled. My wife loves it here, but everything is putting me on edge. I don't want to be like this. We should be counting every blessing we have in these terrible times, but I just am so insecure about living here.

It doesn't help that every moment I am not sleeping or cooking dinner on the hotplate I am working either at my day job or my contract work. I do now have my own office space for it now, but I'm always in my office. I have been doing maybe 15 hours of contract work weekly these days, which means around 3 hours extra a day or so after an 8 hour day. I'm getting burnt out. This long weekend alone I spent probably 15 hours on this big last minute project, which I didn't want to do. I wanted the weekend to myself and my wife to get to know our new neighbourhood, maybe do a bit more unpacking or organizing. I don't even know if we need the money. I guess it is necessary since we had to replace so much stuff here, but I have such a hard time saying no on these projects that I just do them anyways, even if I had other plans or didn't need the money at all.

Sorry for dumping. I just needed to get some of this out. I feel like I'm such a rotten person for complaining that my house isn't nice enough or I am getting more than enough money or whatever. I just have to remind myself that I deserve to be happy and I don't have to compare my life with someone else's in order to see if my misery is justified.

Anyways, I hope you all are well, happy and calm.

xoxo Barachiki.

#just blabber #with a new gif

[givemetherapyimawritingtravesty]

my school did something rotten like a month ago. i wasn’t in it but i watched it bc all my friends were and it was really good

Ooh yes! Love that! I'm so excited, we open in less than 24 hours and I'm so excited! I've seen it so many times and it's still funny and everyone worked so hard and I can't wait for audiences to see it over the next two weekends!

I read this back and realized I said excited twice but eh leaving it lol

#something rotten #tech week #theatre kid #break a leg #opening night #musical

[thesickpanda]

Where is My Mind?

Stress can make you feel like you're going crazy.

I cannot emphasize this enough. Long-term, persistent and intense stress well above your baseline levels can make you feel like you're losing your mind.

Life is stressful and when I think back to when the intense periods of stress started in mine it gets a bit ridiculous because I grew up in a domestically violent household with severely mentally ill parents in a country on the brink of civil war with one of the highest crime rates in the world. So I have been kinda stressed for a very long time. However, in more recent months, the level of acute stress I've been experiencing has made me feel disconnected from reality. I've experienced derealisation a number of times due to Lyrica withdrawal and accidental cannabis highs. But this one is different. The depersonalisation I’ve been experiencing is from pure, unrelenting stress. I really did question my sanity more than once.

 In July, I saw my psychologist to describe this feeling to her. She very helpfully drew a diagram which explained the neuroscience of why we feel this way when we've experienced high levels of stress for a long time. It was really helpful to see that because it reassured me that what I was feeling was, as much as this can be said, "normal", given the amount of strain I was under. But the stress hasn’t let up since then and I have been well above my baseline for much too long.

 Long story short, I haven't really recovered since my family visited me last year. 2018 was a year from hell. 2019 hasn’t been much better but for different reasons. Basically, the hardships I’ve endured being the leader of a non-profit all these years reached critical mass and finally, at long last, broke me. After 8 years of pouring all my heart, soul and every last spoon I had into it, I quit last month…and to very little fanfare at that. 3 people turned up for our final meeting, and only because we needed to hand them the organization’s physical assets. We had a little unplanned dinner out and that was that.

I'm grateful to the handful of people who have reassured me they will continue its legacy beyond my departure, genuinely I am, but overall I think I stayed in that position at least a year longer than I should have. I feel incredibly jaded and cynical about the whole thing.

 And I’m sorry if this offends anyone, but screw Sydney’s activists. The vast majority of them can barely call themselves that. I have never been in such an apathetic, vain, self-centered and lazy city when it comes to political activism. This migrant has had enough of trying to get Australians to care about their own issues. (And yeah, the people I handed the non-profit over to? Also migrants).

It is telling that the final meeting was also the night before we moved house (because we always had to wrap our own lives around the goings on of that organisation, not the other way around, which is another major reason we quit). So after an hour and a half’s drive into the city, we had to get home late to get up early the next day to start that fun process.

 But I am getting ahead of myself. Before we ever got to moving day, we first had to find a house. If you haven’t done it before, let me tell you, the process of house hunting on a tight budget in a hostile market is disgustingly stressful.

We were looking from June. The property market in Sydney is unbelievably expensive and even though it experienced a so-called "correction" for a year, (meaning that house prices stabilized instead of continuing to rise), that ended just as we entered into the property hunt. I am extremely grateful that we got the house we did at the price we did, but my God, getting to that point nearly killed me. I keep explaining to people that it felt as if my partner and I ran full blast over broken glass to the edge of a dock, leapt several metres and grabbed onto the barnacles of a departing ship by our fingernails. I really do think we may have been among the last millennials that got on that “property” ship, and it was only because, at long last, we had help from my partner's extremely wealthy parents. After shaming us for a decade for not being able to afford impossible house prices (“ok boomer…”), he finally relented and helped us out. Again, I'm grateful, but also disgusted that this is the world we live in. Housing should be a human right and we shouldn't have this intergenerational greed and infighting over something so basic. Forgive my inner socialist. 

Finding the house was only the first part of the equation; moving into it was the next step.

 The moving process was incredibly arduous. At the time we should have been packing up the house, my partner's work decided to send him interstate for business on multiple occasions. By the time moving day came round, we were not ready and we couldn't afford to pay removalists. We enlisted the help of two amazing friends and Joe's brother-in-law. Again, super grateful that I had their help, but my God, was it intense. It took the better part of four days to move everything. We had to pay off the mortgage and the rent for the previous place for a two-week period, putting considerable strain on our savings. At the same time, we needed to get some work done in the new house so that was being done while we were trying to sort out the old house. The rental laws in this country are a joke and are widely considered to be abusive to renters, including by many of my American friends who now live here. I doubt we will ever see our bond returned, even though we were treated like crap living there for three years in a house that was not sealed, had no insulation or air conditioning, leaked and was draughty, didn't have proper doors et cetera et cetera. I mean, we had maggots falling from the ceiling… twice. The place was rotting and rotten but because my partner couldn't completely colour match the paint when he tried to cover up what was absolutely reasonable wear and tear on one of the walls, I'm sure we will lose all that. As usual, the landlord will claim it costs our entire $1800 bond to get a $50 an hour painter in to patch up one wall.  They always do this. In your contract it says reasonable wear and tear are a few knocks and dings on the wall and that the tenant is not expected to pay for that. In reality, in every rental we have ever lived in,  the landlord has refused to refund the bond when there’s been even the slightest bit of damage, even if we had a record of being model tenants. It was almost comical how hard my partner was trying in the middle of the move to cover up a few scrapes on the walls from moving furniture in and out. It all came to nothing because for love nor money he couldn't find the correct match of paint. And then of course he had to mow the entire grounds of the last rental when he really wanted to be using his weekends to sort out and unpack the new house. Good God, it was awful.

 My partner and I barely spent any quality time together during this period and he was extremely stressed out and distant from me. I totally understand why but the whole thing flared every single one of my conditions and I needed him as my carer. But he couldn’t really do that, as he was trying to do literally everything else. Moving house is hard on a healthy body, never mind one with two chronic pain disorders, irritable bowel and generalised anxiety disorder. And then (because of course), a family member of mine (one of the abusers) picked that moment in time to start harassing me, thereby triggering my PTSD which led to a nervous breakdown which led to intense depersonalisation, insomnia and nausea. Everyone and everything seemed unfamiliar to me, even my partner. I started to doubt whether or not I loved myself or anyone else anymore. I just felt so completely and utterly disconnected from the world. I began to lie awake at night terrified that I was fading away, that I could no longer feel anything other than fear. All the time, people kept saying, “congratulations on the new house! You must be so excited!” But all I could feel was sickness and dread.

 Two weeks after moving in, I had to drop my Lyrica one more time. This drop has been very difficult. All of the stress has led to some dark thoughts in the back of my mind which of course Lyrica then co-opts and exaggerates. I have had a more than a few moments of suicidal ideation. Everything in my life on paper has improved. We are now homeowners, we live in a beautiful part of the world, we've made some new friends lately, things are settling down et cetera et cetera. But I feel like I'm in shell shock after this year and last year. I haven't even had time to process that I am no longer the president of the not-for-profit I founded and formulated an identity around. I just haven't had the time to process literally anything. I've been more exhausted that I have ever felt. Oh, I'm sure everyone will say, “this too shall pass”. But I do not believe that bullshit. Yes, this individual stressor will pass but more horror will come and I know that makes me sound super negative but I just cannot remember a period of time when things were calm for… I can't remember. I just feel like I've been in a hurricane forever.

 So yeah, I'm writing this post while experiencing Lyrica withdrawal which makes me depressed and anxious. It's probably colouring my vision on everything. Fine. But I have been going through Lyrica withdrawal for two years, so it’s kinda become my normal. My final drop is on 26 December after which I will experience two more months of withdrawal and hopefully, after that, some semblance of sanity again. In the midst of all this I have to study for my citizenship test which is at the end of this month. I don't get any government support for my disability until I have been a citizen of this country for eight years, and as I’d like to survive my 40s, I need to get citizenship now. But yeah… studying an eighty-page textbook with an addled brain is just so much fun.

 Of course, during this time we haven’t have Internet because we had to disconnect the old place and it takes an age for it to get reconnected at the new place. We only recently acquired it at the new house. So there are piles of emails waiting for me. Many of them are from friends and I'm glad for that. But there is also a lot of life admin I now need to do. I have to change my address on every account I hold, which is really tedious. We have also had to organise time with family. Because my partner's family helped us get this house, we feel especially obliged to go to every single one of the family events, of which there are many. He comes from a big Catholic family so every relative who comes to visit, every party that's being held, every birthday, wedding, funeral and religious holiday, we’re now expect to attend. We have several in the next few weekends, taking up most of the time we *needed* to be unpacking the house. We’re obligated now.

 In all this negativity, though, I want to say that I am genuinely grateful to be one of the lucky ones to have a house. I know it sounds like I am whining about a good thing. It's not that I'm not glad for this (I know how ridiculously privileged we are). I just haven't been able to really feel it yet. I think that regardless of what happened this year, I’d be feeling this way. Something broke in me last year and just hasn't really come back. I feel shattered.

 And all my chronic pain conditions have been wearing me down too. I found out this year that the operation that cost me and my friends so much money (to remove that nerve in my foot) had failed. Or rather, the surgeon had completely botched it up. I have PTSD from that surgery. Just the thought of going back to have it done again fills me with heart racing terror and cold sweats. I’ve had numerous surgeries before that one and been fine, but the reaction I had from the anesthetic last time was so severe, and the recovery so long, that I genuinely fear it more than almost anything else. And yet I need to go in for that nightmare all over again in 2020. I'm going to be asked to trust a different surgeon to do the same so-called “simple operation” to restore some functionality to my left foot. My right knee is probably also going to need surgery since it has been resistant to any physiotherapy rehabilitation. And on top of all this, my poor partner's health has also taken a hit this year from the stress which is worrying me. Because I can always do with some more worry…

 But hey! This too shall pass! You should be happy! Life is great now! Yay yay yay!

Fuck, sometimes it just want to be allowed to feel shit and to have other people say “okay you can feel shit now. Yes, some good things have happened but right now you need to process the bad and that's okay too”. My lord, if people could just do that for me. If they could just let me feel what the fuck I need to feel.

 What I feel is exhausted, scared, freaked out, traumatized, weird, sick, angry, overwhelmed and fed up. And I need to feel those things before I can feel anything else.

#rant #Fibromylagia #chronic illness #chronic pain #chronic stress #stress #overwhelmed #personal catharsis

[xx-coffeebean-xx-blog]

Twins | BTS | Fanfic

 "A twins is your partner in crime, a twin will kill for you, die for you. A twin will always be half of a whole no amount of distance can change that." - Charles E. Morgan 

It's been two years since I've moved from Busan to the heart of Seoul to attend my top choice college Seoul University. I was now a third year and life couldn't half been better I had a good paying job at a shop by the University. I'd saved enough money to have my own apartment though I did have a roommate living with me but its okay she's hardly there. When I first left Busan my parents begged me not to leave since my brother left too but he had a bright future ahead of him.  As for me I applied to Seoul University and got in with easy, it took a while for me to convince them, they caved in. 

They still had Jihyun who wanted to stay close to home. 

Rising up to the cry's of the alarm clock I got up made my way to the bathroom ran a hand threw my messy hair, brush it into a ponytail and changed out of my pajamas. The clock read 8:30 stuffing everything in my bag I took my helmet and left out the door. Class was going to start soon, racing down the stairs I stumbled across my roommate Seoyun stumble her way up the stairs makeup smeared and heels in her hands. 

"Morning Seoyun how was the party?" I ask. The hungover girl lifts her hand putting it on my shoulder, "Don't ever let me party ever again." I crack a grin put my hand on her shoulder, shook her lightly "You said that yesterday and the weekend before that." Seoyun excuses herself, heading up to the apartment this was how most of our weeks started. "Pain killers are in the bottom drawer in the bathroom. And don't forget you got class at 3 don't be late."I yell before the door was slam shut.

Tossing my leg over the seat of the scooter & I place the key in the ignition, rode out the apartment parking lot and down the street. Everywhere I saw they were stands and little shops of food, clothes and books. The light turned red and I came a halt on the shops you could see news about Bangtansonyeondan and how they've hit top charts with their new hit signal 'Fake Love'. The screens shifted to clips of each of the members in the video but one member stood out the most for me he was wearing a animal print shirt as water irrupted on each side of him. I snicker at the member "He's face looks stupid." I say to myself, driving into the parking lot.

"Hey Jinee!" shouts a voice I took off my helmet and look to identify the voice that called me. "Oh Junyoung oppa." he jogged his way towards my direction, and gives me a hug.

"What are you doing here I thought you went aboard to study in the State." I ask pulling up my backpack strap up. "Here let me take that for you." Junyoung took my bag as we walk up to my building which was the not far. "I graduated early so I came back for an internship here at the University."

"That's great!"

"The only catch is that I'm not getting paid until the next three months." He explains shrugging his shoulders.

"Sucks."

"Yeah but enough about me. How have you been? I heard you moved out of the dorms."

I blush at him worrying about me. "Yeah I got an apartment not far from here."

"You live by yourself?"

"I use to but I got a roommate but she's hardly ever home." I mumble the last part. "Well here's my stop. I'll take this well see ya." I say running up the step waving at him before I went inside.

Junyoung has been aboard since the mid of my second year here. I grew a custom to him being around me, heck I had a crush on him back then but it came to an end when he went aboard.

Class went by quick soon it stuck lunch time buying some honey bread and apple juice from across the street. Taking a bite out of the honey bread I wait for the walk light to change. On cue the sign changes to the stick man I walk down the crosswalk. Taking out my phone I text Seoyun.

Me: What do you want for dinner?

Seoyun🍍: Ramen

Me: Again? Fine I'll pick it up after work.

Seoyun🍍: thx

I roll my eyes ramen what the easiest to make at a cheap price. Junyoung was at the entrance and waves once he saw me. Smiling back I pick up my step, before I could make it to the side walk I was pulled into a black van.

"Jinee!"

The doors slam shut and a bag was placed over my head. It could've been minutes but it felt like we've been driving for hours. The van stop and I was pulled out of it and sat on a chair. Pulling the bag off my head I was blinded by the light

Once my eyesight became adjusted I saw a the we were by the cheonggyecheon river.

At the bottom of the canal stood a man with a blue and black stripes shirt with a black anti dust mask and hat. Silver earring swung from his earlobes. He picks a pebble and tosses it. It skips across the river and sinks to the bottom.

"Hey sis." Greets the man waving to come down.

You have got to be kidding me. I head down the steps and walk towards him. Excited he opens his arms waiting for a hug but what he got was something worse.

I punch his square in the chest catching him off guard. "Who in the name of Jesus Christ do you think you are?!" I yell at the man who was gasping for oxygen.

"First I'm Park Jimin. Second I'm your twin." He said removing the anti dust mask.

I hit his shoulder. "Ow! Will you stop that I'm going to tell mom."

"Tell her what that you kidnap your own sister."

"Uh yes..."

Crossing my arms I look a Jimin who had a big smile on his face. "Okay bring it in." I say opening my for him. He embraces me tight, it's been two years since I've seen Jimin in person and not threw text message or billboards signs.

"Let's go have kimchi fried rice I'm starving and we can catch up. Last one up the hill is a rotten egg." Shouts Jimin taking a lead start.

I swear he can be such a child at time, how can he possible be the older twin.

I mutter to myself running after him.

Omg Guys we did it we won BEST FANDOM today at the Teen Choice Awards. I'm so proud of being part of the ARMY and much prouder for the boys who started from nothing and became something.

#bts #park jimin #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #kim taehyung #min yoongi #jeon hoseok #jeon jungkook #army #bts army #bts fanfic #fanfic