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[hesperantha]

THANK YOU SO MUCH! Putting on an eye mask and staring into a black hole is the best compliment. I’m so glad you read and enjoyed this absolute mess of a journey ❤️

Teardrop: Masterlist

⊳Pairing: Yoongi x reader (any gender/AFAB) ⊳Rating: 18+ ⊳Genre: slow burn friends to something. fluff. angst. eventually smut. friends au. roadtrip au. ⊳Word count: 53k. about 2k per chapter, on average. ⊳Warnings (more will be added): Great American Road Tripᵀᴹ, reader and Yoongi are both in their early 30s, everyone is queer, fuck capitalism, fuck gender, this fic contains product placement, alcohol consumption (probably a lot of it), a little light vore-related humor, masturbation, kissing, self-doubt, panic attacks, toxic insecurity, golly I sure hope Disney doesn’t sue me, weird dick energy, car accident, there’s fucking in this if you wait long enough, referenced recreational drug use, safe sex, ???, off-screen minor character death (referenced) ⊳Summary: facing an uncertain future, you and an old friend take off for a trip into the relative wilderness

⊳ Intro

Appalachia

⊳ One ⊳ Two ⊳ Three  ⊳ Four ⊳ Five ⊳ Six ⊳ Seven 

Plains

⊳ Eight ⊳ Nine ⊳ Ten ⊳ Eleven  ⊳ The Cost of Gas ⊳ Twelve ⊳ Thirteen ⊳ Fourteen 

Rockies

⊳ Peach Punch ⊳ Fifteen ⊳  Sixteen  ⊳ Seventeen ⊳ Eighteen ⊳ Nineteen

Coast

⊳ Steamy ⊳ Twenty ⊳ Twenty-One

Off-Road

⊳ epilogue: five ⊳ epilogue: healthcare, baby! ⊳ Chemistry ⊳ epilogue: Sundays

⊳ a note about pronouns, etc

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[hesperantha]

Just read your set me free and (sorry for being dumb and slow here) I can't figure out why or how king yoongi remember her when she came the second time (and in 2028). Or how is he alive when she already killed her first...? Also, who is the historian? How come she can time-travel as well and the agency(?) doesn't know...? I really like your fic and I hope you can enlighten me with some answers. If you don't mind of course. And thank you for writing. Wish you good days.

Hello, friend! I’m so glad you sent me your questions. My answers are going to be somewhat crap but here goes.

He recognizes her the second time because they broke time itself by sending her to the same place/time twice and since the Initiative didn’t believe her about it, they’re going to do it again and keep breaking time more and more, which is never good. He recognizes her in 2028 because every time their paths cross, the bond is stronger. We don’t get to see much of 2028 Yoongi but I imagine he experiences something like a flicker of deja vu when he sees MC. If other versions of her mark had a chance to see her again later in her own personal timeline, he might get to the point of greeting her with a “oh, you again.” And then immediately take off running.

The historian is just that - a time traveling historian from farther in the future than MC’s time. Here’s where I confess that the idea of time-traveling historians (and the general time-travel mechanism used in this fic) is from Connie Willis’s Oxford time travel series, which is just fucking great. My favorites are Blackout/All Clear (a pair of books about historians studying WWII). At the time that the Initiative is functioning, historians haven’t started time traveling yet, which is why they’re unaware of them.

I hope this helps answer some of your questions and thanks again for reading!

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[hesperantha]

Hi, friends!

[hesperantha]

Thank you so much for reading! I’m delighted that you enjoyed the ride 🥰

Teardrop: Sundays

⊳Pairing: Yoongi x reader ⊳Rating: 18+ ⊳Genre: slices of life ⊳Word count: 500 x 3 ⊳Warnings: cursing, mild sexual content     ⊳Summary: life goes on ⊳A/N: Thanks again to @itsallabouthedetails and @miscelunaaa​. I’m pretty sure this is the end of this series.

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You like Sundays best.

Hoseok has a different dog-walking route than usual and it places him near your house early in the morning. Yoongi joins him with your mismatched pair of dogs and the two of them come back about an hour later to have coffee at your house. 

Aside from the dogs being both exhausted and hyped up due to the excitement of the extended walk, it’s perfect. 

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Agust D ’D-DAY’ Concept Photo ‘Exister’

#BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK

[hesperantha]

#fuck #wow fuck me

[hesperantha]

🏞🏞

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Thank you for tagging me!

JIMIN X VOGUE KOREA BEHIND

#oh my god dammit Jimin

[hesperantha]

THANK YOU FOR ENJOYING MY TRASH

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Pairing: Taehyung x reader (any gender) + read on AO3 if you prefer Vhope

Rating: 18+

Genre: smut, established relationship

Words: 1k

Warnings: semi-public sex, choking, creampie

Summary: just a filthy drabble

AN: a million thanks to @taegularities​ for her feedback and advice!

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“Like this,” he says, sliding your foot forward on the bench. You’re gripping the top of the cubicle wall, trying to stay upright as he sucks on the tender skin on the back of your knee.

“Don’t fucking tease me, Tae. I hate that shit.”

“Mmm, I know you do.” His tongue darts out to lick along the inside of your thigh, leaving a glistening wet trail. “But it’s worth it.”

He grabs your hips and pulls you toward him, presses his face to your belly, humming a low note that sends a shiver through you. So close to where you want him. You let go and move your hand to his hair, tugging hard on the silky strands.

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im sorry but literally wtf is this

#oh hecc

[hesperantha]

Jimin, please. *hyperventilates* Please Jimin…. Mercy.

Let a girl breathe.

#I’m so glad none of y’all have to hear the noises I keep involuntarily making about Jimin #my vocal coach would be horrified #sjdkfhskjgadkjgasd

[hesperantha]

*reading my own writing* wow this really does cater to all my specific needs

#ope

[hesperantha]

M - I’m struggling to find the words to respond to this and have been for a while. Knowing that this story and these characters resonated with you means so much to me. They’re very dear to me and I miss them too.

I especially want to thank you for acknowledging the queerness of this story. It’s not necessarily front and center, but is such an important piece of it anyway. I have my own head-canon about what identifiers both of them might use and how they might need to reevaluate those, both together and separately, but that at the end of the day it might not really matter.

They might need to take another trip eventually, just to see some of the major sights they missed.

⛰️

“How the fuck did we miss the Grand Canyon?” Yoongi asks as he peers at the map in front of him.

“I dunno,” you answer. “It’s not like it’s a great big giant crack…” you hold back a giggle at the last word, determined not to let the laughter slip out. He’ll judge you for it, you just know it. Here you are, a grown-ass adult, tittering over the word ‘crack’.

“Anyway, they say the South Rim has the best views so let’s hit that.”

He’s got his Adventurer Gear on today, which you know means something specific is planned. There will be no idle wandering, no dithering about which way to go. No, today Yoongi has a plan, a schedule, and a purpose. God help you if you distract him from it.

“Can we get breakfast burritos on the way?” you ask. “And coffee. By which I actually mean a frozen, caramel-drizzled, cookie-topped dessert with a hint of coffee flavor. And whipped cream on top.”

“Mm,” says Yoongi. He doesn’t look up from the map, but reaches to grab his reading glasses from where they should be stowed in his front pocket. They aren’t there. They haven’t been there since Tempe. “Wombat balls,” he grumbles softly, shaking the creases back into the map and folding it closed.

Teardrop: Masterlist

⊳Pairing: Yoongi x reader (any gender/AFAB) ⊳Rating: 18+ ⊳Genre: slow burn friends to something. fluff. angst. eventually smut. friends au. roadtrip au. ⊳Word count: 53k. about 2k per chapter, on average. ⊳Warnings (more will be added): Great American Road Tripᵀᴹ, reader and Yoongi are both in their early 30s, everyone is queer, fuck capitalism, fuck gender, this fic contains product placement, alcohol consumption (probably a lot of it), a little light vore-related humor, masturbation, kissing, self-doubt, panic attacks, toxic insecurity, golly I sure hope Disney doesn’t sue me, weird dick energy, car accident, there’s fucking in this if you wait long enough, referenced recreational drug use, safe sex, ???, off-screen minor character death (referenced) ⊳Summary: facing an uncertain future, you and an old friend take off for a trip into the relative wilderness

⊳ Intro

Appalachia

⊳ One ⊳ Two ⊳ Three  ⊳ Four ⊳ Five ⊳ Six ⊳ Seven 

Plains

⊳ Eight ⊳ Nine ⊳ Ten ⊳ Eleven  ⊳ The Cost of Gas ⊳ Twelve ⊳ Thirteen ⊳ Fourteen 

Rockies

⊳ Peach Punch ⊳ Fifteen ⊳  Sixteen  ⊳ Seventeen ⊳ Eighteen ⊳ Nineteen

Coast

⊳ Steamy ⊳ Twenty ⊳ Twenty-One

Off-Road

⊳ epilogue: five ⊳ epilogue: healthcare, baby! ⊳ Chemistry ⊳ epilogue: Sundays

⊳ a note about pronouns, etc

#fic feedback: teardrop

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230311 - jimin on instagram: software (2)

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Pro Tip for Writers

If you want a great spelling check website, all you have to do is hit the "post/publish" button and all your mistakes will become abundantly obvious to you through the magic of absolute mortification

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mixtape (m)

pairing: min yoongi x reader 

genre: smut, fluff, comedy / college, podcast personality au

word count: 15,610

description: Two mystery students from your college run the podcast dubbed ‘mixtape.’ It’s become a sort of phenomenon around campus, listened to by almost everyone. In their most recent episode they discussed various study methods… One of them being oh so tempting.

“This week’s topic is—” Sugar started, of course only to be swiftly interrupted by the second half of the two-man show podcast that had sort of gone viral around your college campus.

But regardless of being cut short, the metallic nature of his voice still managed to worm its way directly into your chest, where it festered into something so captivating that you couldn’t help but sigh. It was cool to the touch as the syllables of his chosen words sent an intrusion of goosebumps along your arms and thighs. It had a certain gravel, a deepness that you could sometimes feel in the pit of your belly if you listened to him long enough with your eyes closed. However, more times than not, the grit would be severed with a vibrant laugh that rang so sweetly that you could feel it clamoring around your heart with giddiness on its heels.

“—Studying! So sexy, right?” Jay interjected mid-sentence, something that anyone who listened to their weekly episodes would quickly learn is a norm.

However, there were times of course where Sugar was allowed the courtesy of going off on long tangents without his friend’s interruption, and in those moments his voice was hypnotic, if you had to put it simply. It tugged you beneath the current of concentration until you were pressing the volume button on your phone to raise his vocals higher. The small hitch of his breath, or exhale against the mic when he would sigh due to the topic at hand, they made you lean in closer to the invisible man on the other side of the pre-recorded audio that filtered through your headphones.

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#I CANNOT WAIT TO RE-READ THIS DELIGHT OF A FIC

[hesperantha]

Spicy-brained friends, I would like to propose an update to the very useful ‘if you hate everyone, eat, if everyone hates you, sleep, and if you hate yourself, shower’ mantra to live by

Have you suddenly become a petty, hateful little gremlin who thinks people should face the firing squad for (checks notes) leaving teabags on the counter, breathing loudly, or daring to exist in the same space as you? Perhaps mundane and reasonable requests like ‘hey, we agreed to hang out now, let’s hang out’ make you want to scream and move to a yurt in the woods.

You. Are. Overstimulated.

People talk a lot about being overstimulated, and the physical/mental effects of it. What I haven’t seen is people talking about what it does emotionally, and it took me an embarassingly long time to link up those nitpicky, resentful emotions with the state of overstimulation/meltdown/shutdown.

These feelings do not mean that you’re a bad person! They probably aren’t how you actually feel about the people around you. They probably do mean that your nervous system is at its absolute limit and any request/demand/stimulus is Too Much and taking you into fight or flight territory.

Go lie down in a dark room for an hour, or find somewhere safe and familiar to stim for a bit. If it’s happening a lot, schedule yourself regular low-stimulation shutdown time

Signed: someone who moved in with their nearest and dearest only to have a massive crisis of faith about Suddenly Hating All of Them. I don’t hate them, it’s just overstimulating living with people. If I can spare anyone else a similar 9 months of suspecting that they may actually be a bit of a shit person, then this post is worth it!

#state of being