#and i cant remember if i start counting at 6 am or 4 pm

[axorcia]

im really tired rn when do you first start counting how long you wake up it has something to do with the last time i slept but is it at the start or end im so confused im really tires

[writes-eat-sleep-repeat]

Seeing Red

Prompt: PMS days

Pairing: Spooky x Reader

Warning/ notes: Major fluff. Not grammatically correct. Currently on my menses which inspired this one shot. Hope it can comfort other spooky lovers during their time of the month. Enjoy ;)

Summary: Spooky takes care of his girlfriend when she’s on her menses. Just him and her!

Word count: 2063

As you opened your eyes you peered through the curtains of your room and noticed it was a rainy day outside in LA. The sky was somewhere between a light gray and the cusp of a white. They kind of color that hurt your eyes if you stared at it to long. Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes you rolled over on your back and instantaneously felt the stinging in our stomach. It was day two of your menses. They worst day of them all. often you thought about what it might feel like to get shot and came to the conclusion it couldn’t possibly be any worse than this. While you laid back staring up at the ceiling you heard your phone vibrate. Looking over all you could mutter was “shit” 8 miss calls and 15 text. You looked at the clock on the nightstand to your left 10:00 am. Opening the text you scroll to the top and began reading

‘Hey mama’-3:15 pm

Missed call 3:30 pm

‘Hello’-4:00pm

Missed call 5:00 pm

‘Y/N’-5:30 pm

Missed call 6:00 pm

‘Y/N pick up the phone’- 6:30 pm

The calls and messages entwined like this for the next couple of hours until you guess your boyfriend finally fell asleep. You cant believe you slept for basically 19 hours straight. Aside from a few bathroom and water breaks where you had to use all the power you could muster up to complete those task, you somehow forgot to check your phone. Throwing your arm over your face to block out what little light was peaking through the window you could hear your roommate/ best friend Rebecca getting ready for work. BUZZZZ someone rang the doorbell. You heard him before you saw him. Out in the living room talking with you bestie, ‘where is Y/N’ he asked her. Oh no. He sounds pissed.

You laid frozen with your hand over your arm wanting the earth to swallow you whole. ‘She’s not feeling well’ you heard Rebecca respond. You always avoided Oscar on days like this because you were afraid to get mad and finally scare him away with your crazy . He burst into your room bringing the bright light from the hallway with him. You felt the irritation slowly building. Removing your hand with a sigh you look over to your right at the door. ‘Couldn’t pick up your phone’ he asked with a particular edge to his voice that brought out your annoyance to what seemed to be instantaneously. ‘I was sleeping’ you said letting acid seep into your voice. ‘For a fucking day’ he yelled. That’s it, you thought sitting up it bed which was followed by a gush of blood below causing you further annoyance.

“I’m not dealing with your shit today. 1. I spoke to you yesterday afternoon and its only 10 am meaning it wasn’t a whole fucking day. 2. Becca told you I wasn’t feeling well and instead of coming in here and asking if I’m okay you choose too come in here and yell at me like your my daddy. 3. Your not my daddy 4. My hormones are all over the place and I literally feel like i am dying so unless you plan on helping and not being an ass I suggest you leave.’ Oscar who you never ever send away looked more hurt than even mad that you yelled at him. He never took that kind of disrespect from anyone being the gang leader he is. ‘Okay, well.. what’s wrong? ummm... how can I help?’ he asked. ‘ you cant’ you replied. “Y?N...” ‘I have to go to the store and get some stuff.’ You swung you legs of the bed and tried to stand up only to be meet with crippling pain. Before you could even fully bend over to hold your stomach Oscar was there pushing you back onto the bed. ‘Your not driving like this’ he said. ‘Tell me what you need and ill get it for you’ he finished. ‘ you cant, ok its personal girl stuff’ you replied shyly. ‘ I didn’t ask you what it was. I said to tell me what you need’ he sternly answered. After writing a list that and handing it to him he said he’ll be back in 15 minutes. You took this time to take some pain medication and crawl to the bathroom just barely managing to take a shower while he was gone. Rebecca poked her head in to let you know she was heading out so you knew it was time to leave the shower so you could let Oscar back in. Standing in your room trying to figure out what to wear you decided on a pair of black leggings and one of oscars hoodie that you stole from him. You just needed to be comfy. As you were pulling the hoodie down over your head you heard the door buzzz. Heading out the the front door you pulled it open to find Oscar with 4 shopping bags. He walked past you to the kitchen and put them on the counter. ‘What exactly did you buy Oscar I only asked for a pack of pads and a soda” you asked quizzically, with what you were sure was a confused look on your face.

‘Well you said always overnight but they had 2 different kinds and I didn’t want to call you so I got both and then i got you some Advil, i mean I don’t know if that works for that kind of pain’ he said gesturing towards your stomach ‘but, i got it anyway and the lady at the store said it was good and suggested i get you something sweet and I couldn’t decide on one, so i bought one of every candy and...’ he didn’t get to finish his rambling because you walked over to him and kissed him lovingly to interrupting, he responded by holding your neck firmly in place and meeting you with the same level of passion. Pulling away for oxygen you looked up into the liquid brown eyes of Oscar Diaz and all you could say is ‘I love You’. “Go sit down mama I’m making breakfast” was his response. “Ummmm...I kinda wanted ice cream for breakfast’ you said. ‘Ice cream is not breakfast. No wonder i cant get cesear to eat any real food’ he teased you. Knowing you looked after the younger Diaz while he was locked up. ‘Hey. I eat real food but today my a baby maker wants ice cream so, I eat ice cream’ you joked. Walking over to the couch in the living room knowing he will never let you eat the ice cream first.

Settling down under the black throw that was on the couch you began to flick through Netflix trying to find something to watch. Settling on a romantic comedy. It wasn’t t long before Oscar walked over with your plate in hand. You couldn’t help but laugh as he approached you in Rebecca’s -queen of the kitchen-apron. Your attention then turned on the intoxicating smell drifting off the plate in his hand and settling in your nose. Homemade fluffy pancakes, eggs and fried salami (Oscar knew you weren’t a bacon person). He handed you the plate and placed his on the coffee table before heading back to the kitchen to remove the apron and grab your drinks. By the time he returned you were already half way through your meal. As he sat down to begin his meal. You were full and much more happy, you still couldn’t escape what you could only assume to be a stabbing taking place in your stomach but this is as happy as you were gonna get. You were content. Watching Oscar eat you eyes drifted to the santos tattoo on is neck and dirty thoughts began popping into your head. Just filthy thoughts, scooting a little closer to your man you kissed it midway him bringing some eggs to his mouth. He paused looking at you from the side through those long eyelashes with a lifted eyebrow.

That put your hormones in overdrive, you wanted him now! ‘ I liked the breakfast’ was all you could manage. Shaking his head he returned to his meal. You kissed his tattoo again, then licked it and then began sucking it. You hadn’t realized Oscar had put his dish down when he lifted you onto his lap. You were face to face, sitting on his lap you noticed he was a little hard. Biting your lip and now staring at his lips thinking of all the possibilities you could do with his mouth he smiled. Damnit the dimples. At this point you couldn’t blame the full wetness on the blood. Ugh, why did you have to have a period. ‘Hi’ he said still smiling. “Hi” you smiled back, clearing your throat “ummm... I really, really liked the breakfast” you continued. “I appreciate the gratitude and the delivery of it but, I don’t think you should start something you cant finish right now in your current state” he replied. ‘Oh’ you answered climbing off of him bringing you knees to your chest. You know his rejection was well placed and he was right but with your hormones all over the place it hit you harder than you expected. ‘Hey, hey he said moving it closer to you. You know I would do absolutely terrible things to you Mi amor, but your not at 100 right now and I don’t want you feel like you have to have sex for me to stay. Okay? He asked. ‘Yeah, umm.. that wasn’t for you but, Okay.’ nodding you moved over to curl up next to him as he finished his meal. Peaking up at him every now ad then you started thinking about how you both had changed.

You knew Oscar essentially Your entire life. Your dad’s were cool and so Oscar spent a lot of time in your fathers auto shop learning, since your dad never had a son he welcomed the apprenticeship. You were no tomboy and completely against anything other than reading. It wasn’t that far fetched you and Oscar began dating in high school. You remembered the first time getting your period and trying to explain what was happening to him; you not even knowing yourself. ‘So your bleeding’ twelve year old Oscar asked. ‘Yes’ you replied. ‘From your Vagina’ he whispered. ‘ yes’ you whispered back. “So... why does this happen?’ He asked. ‘Well my mom said when you are growing up it happens when you don’t have a baby. I think’ you replied. ‘So, your body is hurting you because you don’t have a baby?’he asked. ‘Ummm... yeah, I guess’ you answered. ‘So why not just have a baby? Said Oscar ‘ I asked that too, my dad said because he’ll kill me. So I guess I’m suppose to just suffer in silence’ you answered.

The memory bought a smile to your face and a small giggle escaped your lips causing Oscar to glance down quizzically at you now cuddled up next to him with your head on his shoulders. “ I was just remembering the first time I got my period and you thought having a baby would be the answer to all my menses related problems” you answered his unspoken question. ‘It still could be’ was all he replied shaking his head’ Smiling, most likely remembering the memory too. ‘I’m sorry I yelled at you earlier’ he continued. ‘It’s just being me...well people... its hard...-I know’ you cut him of. ‘Being you is hard and you not only have to think about you but the gang as well , Cesar....Me. I know you, your head goes to the worst possible scenario automatically. I know how worried you get. I should have checked my phone. I’m sorry too” you said pecking him on the cheek. With a quick nod of the head he returned his attention back to the screen. He wasn’t a man of many words. You two watched movies for the rest of the night. There were far and few instances when you had Oscar to yourself. When he was Oscar and not spooky. You relished these moments, these feelings and saved them for times when being is girlfriend seems less than ideal. For tonight, it’s enough to just cuddle up with your man and watch a movie.

[skinnyghosttears]

April 05, 2021

10:45 am

I feel like a motherfucking pig. Im still under 63 this morning and I know its because I ate a lot after dinner so its still not the correct number but I feel so awful and I cant wait to go back and restrict. Im not sure if today will be the last cheating day, it depends on the number on the scale and how I'll eat today. There is some paella for lunch and I can count calories easily from it. I want to avoid to eat in the end of tje day so maybe I'll try to prepare something for breakfast.

Everytime I feel lost I touch my hipbones, and my ribs, they are more visible and feeling them just make me feel less guilty. Also I tried an old white shirt yesterday and I liked how it fitted me. A white shirt. On me.

1:59 pm

Just finished lunch and planned the rest of the day, I hope I'll be able to do it. I have to drink more for sure. I'll try to sort my clothes since my wardrobe is a complete mess.

4:48 pm

I sorted the clothes and I tried some of them, Im happy that I they fit me again (bad or good doesnt matter for now, I can try them and its already a success) and I tuink I'll give some of them away soon, I have a lot of jeans and Im not sure I feel good in all of them anymore, i dont even remember why I still have some of them. Maybe I'll clean my room better after a little break and the bathroom too.

Im planning to take care of my hair for the next months (I started with an integrator some days ago) so when they'll look better I can try a new color or something like that.

5:08 pm

I wanted to exercise a little tonight but my father wants to watch a movie together so I will do it tomorrow morning when I'll finally go back on track. I dont want to do more cheat days for now, if the number on tbe scale will not be too much hign tomorrow I can think about doing it next weekend since is my father birthday.

I was talking with mum and she said "wait, do you want to lose more weight?" and I was like ".....mom. I- I was overweight a couple of kg ago..." she clearly didnt understood my struggle as I thought but its fine. I talk a lot so I understand if at some point she just stopped to listen.

6:28 pm

I ate some chips because I still had some free calories but I ny stomach is not really happy. I hope I dont have to walk the dogs because I dont feel I can handle it.

9:16 pm

I slept and then ate dinner. Still a fucked up day, im so happy I finished and from tomorrow I'll go back to restrict. I really hope the number will still be under 63 in the morning. I'll burn at least 1000kcal before lunch and another 500kcal in the afternoon. I needd to take really care tomorrow because Im scared of binging.

[loudlypanickinginvenezolano]

Animalistic, pt 2, but I tried editing it.

Something is really wrong, and Shadow is awfully aware of that...He just... cant say what... Besides Sonic. Something is crearly wrong with that hedgehog.

Mention of a snake, animals, dead animals, and injuries, I guess. I tried editing this chapter, but I am not sure wherever it is better or not. I still like it, tho...

It took him maybe 8 seconds of confused blinking to remember why was an overgrown python chilling on his bed, but once everything loaded and pierced itself together on his mind, Shadow finally managed to find on himself the will to get out of his cozy blankets and stand, carefully picking up his moody companion, and leave him into his tank, no matter how pissed off Kaa may look. “I am, Oh so sorry for disturbing your sleep, your majesty, but that is a no-no place for you to be and you know it.” He snorted, before blinking, because, wow, he really must be tired.

Barely awake enough to remember that yes, he needed to wear some kind of paw-wear that wasn’t just socks, he jogged down the steps, groggily searching around the house the reason he had arisen from his warm, and delicious, and maaaaybee self-indulging dream, but what the hell, it was all on his head, wasn’t it? And unless it was the dream police he fucking wasn’t feeling sorry for his fantasies.

Anyway.

He was sure he had heard something…

“Well, hello there, little mister.” He cooed, picking up Baloo from where the baby bear had wandered, chucking lowly at the dispirited face of the now busted cub. Scrooge was close to the door, looking warily and keeping guard as Mowgly was being his dumb self in the middle of the living room, roaming around and pawing at everything that gained his attention, not a bit undeterred by Shadow appearance. If Something, it seemed like he was even more energetic than before, happily running to him and trying to play with the large ears and little horns of his slippers.

While Mowgly and Baloo had warmed incredibly quickly to Shadow and the secure room he had made for them during this first 2 days, Scrooge was reserved, to not be insulting, and didn’t like so much wherever Shadow came closer, pawing away his hands, sneezing or growling until she decided she wanted food. She was….a moody motherfucker, there really wasn’t a round way about it.

That was why he was certain that Ebeneeza Scrooge was a perfect name.

Though ¨¨Scary little bitch¨¨ wasn’t so far off the mark, either. It was just too long, and Scalibi was taken.

She was the real reason he feared to be stabbed during his sleep...

So far, everything normal, Right?

A calm, fresh night, or as calm as they get when you are Shadow the hedgehog and you are taking care of the very thing you may or may not have a phobia for.

Now, Can somebody explain him what the fuck happened to that “normal” he just had? Because shit, he couldn’t find it anymore and he wanted it back. For yesterday.

It all started when not so long after he ushered the bears back to where they were sleeping, his back door started being scratched on, which wasn’t such a normal occurrence and really, Shadow should have realized since that moment that something was off.

He wasn’t sure what kind of otherworldly being possessed him in that instant, but je made the mistake of opening the door without checking properly, and really, what was he? A rookie or something?

What was he thinking?!

Immediately, 12 raccoons ran in, closely followed by what he was certain were at least 18 bunnies. And then, while he had been busy gaping like a dumbass, 9 giggling foxes squeezed past, as well as-- where those squirrels?

Yes, that definitely were 23 or something squirrels.

And a rat.

A big, fat as shit, and really ugly looking greyish-black rat.

Oh sir, what disgusting creation was that?

He closed the door and put the lock on it, leaning heavily on its surfaces and racking his brain while trying to decide wherever he had ingested something strange or not during the day, but nothing came. He could not find any coherent reason about why had these animals decided to invade his house like this.

Well…

They had come searching for refuge in the past, that was true, but it was because of storms or something of the like….

Oh. Maybe it was what all of this was about? But, he hadn’t heard any thunder, and there was no rain, nor wind picking up.

Come to think about it, it hadn’t rained in like 6 days.

He didn’t… he didn’t have time to this.

Just as he was doing his best at calming down what looked like a hurt raccoon having a panic attack, if that even makes sense, and was actually and surprisingly succeeding in doing so, all hell broke loose when the window of his living room broke in a splash of glass accompanied by a very manly screech, and 7 scared deer’s jumped into the house, cuts and stuck glass pieces making their blood come say hi. The rabbits went crazy, and the foxes started screeching and doing that weird pat-pat thing dogs do while happy, just that the foxes weren’t happy, and neither was Shadow.

He was sure the raccoon he was holding died of a heart attack for 4 agonizing seconds.

<<Same, buddy. >>

This was… this was bad.

Like really, really bad.

And of course, it just got worse when wolves jumped in, and the growling, or screaming in that fox’s case, started once again.

Was that fox… peeing in his floor!? OH SHIT IT WAS! IT PEED ALL OVER HIS BLACK STELLAR RUG!

It wasn’t even 8 pm, what the actual fucking shit?!

Shadow felt like screaming. He actually was going to scream like a bitch or a scared child he didn’t care anymore. He was done, oh shit.

Shadow breathed deeply, resisted the urge of biting his forearm or screeching like a banshee into his coffin like cushion, and exhaled, trying not to scare any of the already panicking animals around him, and to not succumb to his own panic in the middle of this disaster. He breathed once again.

He was better than this.

This…this was nothing compared to some of the things he had been through in the past.

This was fine. He totally wasn’t hyperventilating over such a thing.

Right. Cool head. Everything was going to be alright for as long as he didn’t succumb to his panic. It was easy. Totally.

Mh-hm…

Once he made sure the raccoon was actually breathing, he left it clung to his back as he made his way to his window, carefully stepping between the glass, rodents, and paws, as he had noticed that the smell of blood was thicker in that part after sniffing around.

Shadow wasn’t that surprised to see two heavily injured wolves in his front porch, panting as 3 young deers warily made their way over.

This was… going to be a long night of no sleep, right?

Thank god he didn’t need to go to the G.U.N. headquarters or the FF central for the whole week. Were he to see their faces tomorrow, at least someone was bound to get a fucking punch in the mouth.

He was betting Silver.

Maybe Amy.

A while later, when he finished with the first wolf, he looked up to find Gumdrop looking back at him. Other 14 ravens and like 8 Macaws and who-has-the-time-to-count other birds he didn’t knew the name of were trying to sleep in the couch support, and there were frogs hiding under his chairs and couch, a few even jumping up to his small coffee table.

6 wild cats and their 9 cubs where chilling by the door, and it seemed the wolves, deer’s, and Foxes came to an understanding and were keeping to themselves, not moving an inch into the others space, and thanks heaven, having no discussions over territory, as he wasn’t sure about how would thing end if his unexpected visitors decided to break a brawl into his house in such a time.

Shadow wondered if he could offer the rat or whatever that thingwas to the wolves as a reward for not peeing, unlike others he was glaring to. He decided they were his favorites and it had totally nothing to do with how one of them decided that lying next to him was a wonderful idea… as well as licking his thigh with abandon [which on second though may be a way to express their anxiety and shouldn’t be so cute.]

Nothing to do with that overgrown puppy he was dying to pet. Not at all.

He wasn’t so stupid as to try and touch an actual wild wolf he had never come in contact before.

Convincing the deer´s to let him heal their injuries was tricky, nervous, scared, and certainly put off by Shadow himself and his med kit as they were, but he managed after a long while of murmuring softly, yummy treats, and petting. He noticed that some of the cuts were made by claws, thick, strange claws he remembered still, and not only by glass, as he had though initially.

It was a big “oh.” Moment. He…he really hadn’t thought about that. But, why would he, right? Shadow had been so sure that it was just a one-time incidence, an isolated occurrence, something that came across the place, and maybe left after, once everything was done. It had happened before…

The proof of how careless he had been, how innocent, if you may, how wrongin his believe was laying right in front him, like an accusing hand directly thrown in his face.

He had to manually re-start the heart of 4 cubs, two raccoons, 3 wolves, and 6 rabbits that night.

He found 5 quills into the fur of the animals that night.

They matched the one on his bedside table completely, no doubt they were from the same animal or the same kind, at least.

Shit.

Shit shit shit, shit.

He wanted to punch something so bad on his frustration. How had he been so naïve? How? He had fucked up big time, there wasn’t space for a doubt now. What was he going to do? How could he make up for this disgrace?

Shit.

Should he hunt?

Shadow… He really didn’t sleep that night, even though he knew he needed to. Attending wound after wound, getting bitten, scratched, throw off his paws, and even being thrown up on became a routine somewhere down the line, the fact that he was running out of pots to put clean water on, bandages and other necessities never out of his mind as more and more scared animals came to his door.

What was out there?

How could he sleep in a moment like that?

Had the animal’s sounds or injuries left him, the bone chilling howling he heard at 1 AM, and then later at 4 AM really gave no option. He would have woken up anyway, startled and panicking as much as the animals around him, and it would just have been a more difficult scenario to handle.

Even the wolves shuddered and searched for comfort, scared and intimidated by what they heard and saw, most likely.

It was better this way. Even if he felt a bit sluggish and rather tired, he could hold. He was trained for this, wasn’t he?

He just…wondered why he felt so affect about this. Almost… sick.

Once the time came, he went out to run like every day, undeterred, stepping into the thick foliage like usual. The sunlight barely made it to the ground, so everything was gloomy and humid still, not really reliable to walk around unless you knew the territory.

He found 4 strange dips into the earth, like the one he previously slipped on, and 1 wolf and 3 deer’s corpses.

One was destroyed, as if attacked in a fit of rage, and 2 of the deers were nothing but bones by now, munched on by this new creature he had not seen yet, and others scavengers of the zone. It had been clearly full by then, or at least coming closer to it, as the remaining one still had a lot on…Well.

Maybe saying “a lot” was being too generous. But there was some fur still attached. Fur he could use… maybe?

Ugh.

Shadow couldn’t help but compare his own bite to it.

The difference was jarring and unpleasant to find. His lethal fangs were small in comparison, and his claws were but a joke.

He knew it could also mean nothing. Even if the creature was big, Shadow could still take it on, and win.

It was okay.

He breathed out slowly.

Shadow went back home early that day, cutting his trip short, trying to stop feeling as if something was staring at him from the top of the trees, following his steps in such a quiet manner he couldn’t place from where he was being followed exactly.

Mocking, maybe, but intense.

He fed the bears, and did his best to help the animals inside eat something and lure them out.

A few looked scared, still. Wary. And Shadow, with a sinking emotion in his stomach, found he couldn’t blame them.

He wondered why he hadn’t stopped feeling sick.

[evil-ice-princess]

Breathe Me In

♡ Pairing: Jungkook x Main Character (unnamed) 

♡ Description: You attend a party in Beverly Hills where you reunite with your enemy, Jungkook. 

♡ Genre: Romance 

♡ Warning: Descriptions of hella making out (lol), implied sex, underage drinking, cursing ¯\_(ツ)_/¯   

♡ Word count: 5419 

You were the good girl. Friday nights consisted of doing AP homework instead of getting drunk with your friends. Your grades were stellar. You held numerous leadership positions, and you were on the varsity tennis team. Any of the Ivies would drop on their knees to accept you. Of course, you weren’t thinking about school all the time. God, it would be social suicide to be a nerd. Those kids…were weird. You lived in Beverly Hills after all. Shopping at Louis Vuitton with your girlfriends. Eating at Nobu and Katsuya every other week. It was the norm. You had even had your fair share of hooking up with a few boys, but most of them sucked. You would think the boys at Harvard Westlake would be pretty decent, but your experiences proved otherwise. They would kiss you, and the next second wanted you to be their girlfriend. You just wanted the pleasure, you didn’t need all the boyfriend shit. And honestly their kissing wasn’t stellar either. But, all that changed on the first night of summer.

♡~♡~♡

“You coming to Jungkook’s party tonight?” Adrianna asks me as she begins to reapply her vibrant red lipstick. I look up from my AP U.S. History textbook, bewildered.

“You know my parents would kill me,” I reply. “And Jungkook Jeon? What an ass.”

“It’s the first day of summer! What the hell do you even have to study tonight?!” Naomi exclaims, continuing to text her boyfriend, Ethan, on her phone.  “And Jungkook? Damn, if I didn’t have Ethan, I would sooo hook up with him.” She looks up from her phone glancing at her girl friends. “You so did not hear me say that,” she quickly says and then looks back down at her phone. Everyone laughs, including me.

“I don’t know…I mean I would go, but my parents…” I trail off. “I’ll ask I guess,” I mumble. The girls cheer, and I smile. I mean…it’s the first day of summer. Would my parents really make me stay in? 

♡~♡~♡

“Absolutely not!” my father exclaims, incredulously. 

“Why not?” I ask. “It’s Jungkook’s party. You like him, don’t you?” I reply. His parents are super close friends with my parents, but whenever Jungkook would come over I would just lock myself in my room saying I had way too much homework to do. 

“Yes, but --”

“Soooo, you can trust me not to do anything bad. Jungkook’s sooo nice, too. Please, it’s the first day of summer,” I beg.

“No. You have to start writing college admissions essays, don’t you?” “I have five months, Dad! Please!”

“If your father says no, then the answer is no,” my mother replies. I bite my lip from uttering something that I would regret. God, they sicken me. I do every damn thing they want, yet they won’t let me do one little thing. “Fine. Can I at least go to the library to write the essays? Mom, you can even drop me off,” I ask, a plan forming in my head. 

She looks at my dad, but he just scowls and walks away. Typical. “Fine, but I’ll pick you up at 11:30 PM.” 

“Thank you,” I reply. I walk to my room and immediately enter my walk-in closet. What to wear, what to wear? I pull open a drawer and look through the vast collection of lingerie I had secretly bought with my friends. I decide to wear a beautiful strapless black lace bra with matching underwear. Why not? I think. It’s not every damn day I dress up. I throw on a navy blue crewneck I had bought during a college campus visit at Columbia and put some leggings on. I then go through all my dresses and pick a strappy lace-y black romper. Searching through my shoes I finally find my dazzling black Gucci heels adorned with diamonds and grab a silver necklace with a single pearl. It was a gift Jungkook’s parents had actually given me for my sixteenth birthday, and it happened to be my favorite necklace. I hook the necklace around my neck and hide it beneath my sweater. I put the romper and heels at the bottom of my backpack and fill a small makeup bag with the essentials I need. I am going to that damn party. 

I text Adrianna quickly: Ade, pick me up from the library at 6 please? 

Adrianna: sure whatever ly ❤

I smirk to myself as I walk out of my room. I look plain. No makeup on my face. Hair in a messy bun. Leggings and a crewneck sweatshirt. No one would suspect I was planning to go to the hottest party of the summer. It is 4:30. I had a lot of time to kill at the library. “Mother! I’m ready!” I call, annoyed. 

Moments later, I am in my mother’s Porsche, and she silently drives me to the Beverly Hills Public Library. It was a fifteen minute drive, and I wave goodbye to her as soon as she pulls up in front of the library. At that moment, I feel the slightest bit of guilt. I tried to not break the rules too often, but this party…it was calling me. AP Exams were done. I know I got all 5s. All my SATs and Subject Tests were done. 1500+ of course. All my finals went well. I deserve this party. “Hey mom? I love you,” I say, and that makes me feel a little bit better for my lying. She gives a soft smile. I turn away walking towards the library before it becomes a sappy moment. 

I open my laptop and go to Netflix to turn on my favorite TV show at the moment, Beverly Hills, 90210. I immerse myself within the characters’ drama, and as I watch Kelly kiss another boy, I somehow wish my life is as interesting as theirs. Naomi has her boyfriend, Ethan. Adrianna, a growing actress, gets to be practically anyone else she wanted with all the roles she is receiving. Silver is constantly making films and blogging. Even Annie’s, the principal’s daughter, life seems more interesting than mine. I sit there sulking at this fact while watching the show for a while when a text pops up. 

Jimin: u comin to the party 2nite

I sit up suddenly interested. Jimin has no reason to text me…unless maybe he wanted to…do some things. I quickly type back a yes. 

Jimin: cant wait ;)

I ponder over his texts. He is the typical fuckboy material. Hooking up with girls and leaving them when they least expect it. Do I want that? Whatever, it doesn’t matter. But I think back to the time we had made out at his beach house a few summers ago…he wasn’t as bad as the rest of the boys either when it came to all that. Maybe he could be the perfect summer fling, and when school started we could break it off. Being alone is good enough for me. Adrianna finally arrives at the library at 6:13 PM, and I jump into the passenger seat as she begins to drive home. 

“Damn, that outfit is definitely going to impress the boys,” she says, looking at my lazy outfit. 

“Yep, this bitch is definitely getting it tonight.” I point at myself making a weird face. We laugh, and it feels good. Good to be away from my parents. From school. 

Soon we are in her house, and within fifteen minutes our friends are all here. Annie and Silver lie on Adrianna’s bed gossipping while Naomi applies makeup. Adrianna straightens her hair, and I strip myself of my boring clothes. She glances at me and a devilish smile appears on her face. “Now that’s going to impress some boys,” she says, admiring my lingerie set. 

“Thanks,” I say while putting on the romper. It hugs me in all the right places. Just the right amount of cleavage and legs. I turn around in the mirror, realizing people would be able to see my bra. Dammit, I forgot this was a backless romper. 

“Oh, honey, you should definitely take the bra off.” Naomi says. I expertly unclasp the bra and throw it at her. “Hey!” she squeals. What seems like just seconds is a couple of hours. By the time we are all done gossipping, giggling, and getting ready it is 10 PM. I walk out of the bathroom and twirl around for the girls. 

“What do you think?” I ask, winking. 

“Hot, hot, hot,” Silver exclaims. Along with the low-cut black romper I paired it with the sparkling Gucci heels and pearl necklace. I kept my makeup to a minimal. A bit of foundation. A little blush. Some mascara and eyeliner. My lips painted with a glittery gloss. My perfectly curled hair is pulled back into a high ponytail, and overall, I portray the typical rich Beverly Hills girl. 

Because Jungkook’s house is just a few houses down from Adrianna’s, we walk to the big mansion. My eyes widen as I absorb the beauty of his house. God, he really has it all. He has it all except for a nice personality. 

We enter the home, and everyone separates to different aspects of the party. Naomi to Ethan. Silver and Annie towards the food. And Adrianna towards the party games. So that leaves me. Alone. At a party. A waiter passes by, holding a few different cocktails, and I take a pink-colored one. I want to explore every inch of this grand palace. Jungkook is lucky. He is lucky as hell. Something told me I would be coming back to his house, so I know I will have a lot of other opportunities to see his mansion. I decide to go out to the backyard. This was not a typical backyard though with some uneven grass and a little pool. This is Beverly Hills after all. An infinity pool is placed on the edge, looking out towards the sparkling lights of Los Angeles. Downtown is clearly in view. People are swimming in the pool and seem content. There are a few outdoor couches spread out, and a little mini bar station serving a plethora of alcoholic drinks and sophisticated appetizers. 

I spot Jimin with Jungkook, who happen to be best friends, and his eye catches mine. His lips begin to smile, and I can see his eyes rake over my body. I remember how he did that last time; my cheeks grow warm, and I head back inside. Jungkook does not turn around to see what his friend is staring so intently at.

Practically every room is filled with people. In such a big home, I expected there would be an empty room, but no. After ten minutes of searching, I am finally able to find an isolated living room. A half empty bottle of champagne sits on the glass table, and I pour myself the remnants into my glass. Maybe I was bored, or maybe I unconsciously wanted to get drunk, either way, I just could not stop drinking. I fish my iPhone out of my pocket and see a few text messages from my parents asking how my essays are coming along. Fuck them. A bunch of snapchat notifications are on my phone, and I see Jimin had sent me one. Seven minutes ago. It is a blurry selfie of himself, and he had captioned it “where r u”. I don’t reply. 

Suddenly, a voice says, “So, she finally decided to show up,” My head whips around, and I see Jungkook standing there looking down at me, an empty champagne glass in his right hand, and another bottle in the other. He sports a classic dark suit, and he has a single black stud in his ear. Typical bad boy look. “What are you doing all alone?” he teases, as he takes a seat right next to me on the plush couch. I don’t say anything. The side of his body presses against mine, and I tense up. “I was looking for you.” he says, and I look at him, a mixture of disgust and curiosity on my face. 

“Go away, Jungkook,” I say, turning away from him. I did not want to see his face. I hate him.

“C’mon. You don’t talk to me anymore, and I don’t even know why.”

“You know exactly why,” I snap, and I turn to look at him. I am unable to read his expression. 

“I don’t know,” he protests, and he pours a glass of champagne for himself. He tips the bottle towards me, and I hold out my glass to have him fill it up. 

“Why does it matter anyway?” I ask. 

“Because every time I go to your house you shut me out. I’m stuck sitting with your and my parents listening to them talk about whatever shit they always talk about. You just did it for no reason, and all I want to know is why.”

“Dammit, Jungkook. You slept with one of my best friends after telling me you loved me. Gee, I definitely don’t have ANY reason to be mad at you right?” 

He looks hurt, but he knows it is true. “You didn’t say anything to me! You just looked at me and left! I…I didn’t know what to do. Did you think I would just wait for you forever?”

“I liked you, and you couldn’t even wait. I had to think things through!” My words are faltering. Why did I reject him? I was probably scared. Scared to get into a relationship. Scared of the emotional attachment that comes with dating. “It doesn’t matter anymore. Clearly, we have different people in our lives anyway.” I justify, thinking about how Jimin had smiled at me earlier. And I know Jungkook probably has someone else too. I shift my body towards him, and his gaze makes me want him. I want him even though I despise him. The tension between us heightens as we both look at each other. I avert my eyes away from him and quickly change the topic. “So. What’s the point of throwing these big parties anyway?” I ask, taking a sip of the champagne. 

“To let go. To feel less alone,” he curtly replies, downing his glass of champagne and pouring another. How many glasses had he already drank? He pushes his hair back and exhales. “What about you?” 

“Same reason, I guess.”

“How are your parents doing…?” he asks tentatively. 

“They’re pretending as if nothing is wrong. He fucking cheated on her, and she doesn’t do anything.” I don’t know why I’m telling him about my personal problems, but it’s not like any of my friends would listen. We had to portray ourselves as perfect girls who did not have any worries. We were supposed to be who everyone looked up to. It feels invigorating telling him my problems. 

He sighs. “I’m sorry,” I can tell he means it. Maybe he is different from every other rich Californian boy here. So maybe he screwed up once…but he still seemed like the sweet boy I knew. “Obviously, you can tell from all this that my parents still don’t give a shit about what the hell I do,” he mutters taking another swig of the champagne. 

“Can’t be that bad to have parents who don’t care, can it?”

“Well, think about it this way. If my parents actually cared, do you think I would throw these parties? Would I be hooking up with girls in hopes to have them stop me? God, you would think me having done drugs a few times would have made them notice.”

I sit up, having never thought about it that way. 

“Is it some sort of requirement for the rich kids to have shitty parents?” 

He scoffs. “Guess so.”

We sit in silence for a heartbeat, leaning into each other both of us afraid to do or say anything.

“I miss you.” he says suddenly. I know he is thinking about the times we had laughed in the basement of his beach house while watching movies. The times he would help me with my math homework. They were good memories, but that didn’t change anything now. I shift away.

“Jungkook, just stop. Nothing changes between us just because we both have shitty parents. It can’t take away what you did to me.”

“What was I supposed to do? I waited for you, and you made it pretty clear you didn’t feel the same way.”

“You didn’t give me enough time -– you know what, we’re not talking about this again. I’m done.” I stand up to leave. “I thought you were different, but you’re just as bad as every other boy here.”

“I thought you were different too, but you’re here drinking champagne on my couch, so obviously you aren’t who I thought you were either.” He pauses, taking another sip of his champagne. He smirks up at me. “You’re exactly like me.”

My jaw drops. “Fuck you, Jungkook. I’m nothing like you.” 

As I walk away, I hear him faintly say, “Wait…” I ignore him and storm away. Hoping to find my friends, I climb up the flight of stairs angrily, when I bump into none other than Jimin. The perfect distraction. “Hey,” I coolly initiate. 

He smiles. “Hi.” 

“Soo…where were you heading?” I ask. A couple scooches past us to go down the stairs. 

“Oh, y’know. I was going to see where Jungkook was, but, I suppose that could wait.” 

I smile feeling satisfaction. He is exactly what I need. A distraction. 

We climb up the rest of the stairs together, and when we reach the main floor I spot a pool table. Adrianna and Carter, an attractive brown-haired boy, are playing, and I lead Jimin over. “Wanna play in teams?” I ask, and they agree. Adrianna eyes Jimin and mouths ‘nice.’ I mouth back ‘same to you.’ We all play for awhile, and I completely forget about the argument I had with Jungkook. Jimin’s hand is on my waist as he guides me on how to properly hit the ball. 

Soon, more people arrive at the table, and Jimin whispers in my ear, “Let’s get out of here.” I oblige, and he leads me to a gorgeous room. The walls are painted a beautiful black and the ceiling a light grey color. From the ceiling hangs a small black chandelier. A plush black carpet is placed on top of the dark wooden floor. The bed is pushed up against the wall, a white silk bedspread on top of it along with a few burgundy and black throw pillows. It is absolutely insane how beautiful the bedroom is. I take a guess that this must be Jungkook’s parents’ bedroom. And I do not give a shit that we were about to ruin it. Jimin pulls me onto the bed, and his lips brush against mine. We both sit there for a while, kissing slowly. 

As his kissing gets more intense, Jimin slowly begins to push me into a lying position on the bed, when suddenly the door bursts open. Thinking it is one of my friends or some drunk guy, I continue to kiss Jimin hoping the person will realize the room is clearly occupied and will leave. 

“What the actual fucking hell,” a voice hisses. Jimin pulls away, and we both sit up. Jungkook’s eyes are fixed on me. Jimin looks like he couldn’t give less of a shit. 

Jimin stands up, clearing his throat. “Sorry bro. I thought you wouldn’t mind me using your room. Clearly not,” he remarks. His voice indicates no empathy. No shame. I realize I should have known this was Jungkook’s room. Who else would want a completely black room? I bite my lip from laughing at Jimin’s comment. Jungkook deserves to be hurt. Without any more words being said, Jungkook forces a smile, indicating Jimin should leave. He figures and begins walking out the door when he questioningly looks back at me still sitting on the bed.

“I’ll be out in a few…” I say. He nods.

I wanted to oh-so-badly make a few witty remarks. Make him hurt more than he already is. The second Jimin leaves the room, Jungkook closes the door quietly and locks it. 

“Are you fucking serious? Jimin Park?” Jungkook exclaims.

“Just call it getting even,” I retort. His eyes are set ablaze by anger. His hand clenching into a fist. Although I don’t want to admit it, it’s hot. Hot as hell to see him getting angry. Getting jealous. 

“With Jimin? That’s some serious class you got there,” he replies. I stop smiling.

“Are you saying you have class? Because damn, that’s clearly shown when you fucked my best friend.” I stand up from his bed, and heels clicking on the wooden floor, I brush past him, but he grabs my wrist, holding it tightly. 

He steps closer until his body is right behind mine. “I am not like every other boy here,” he breathes into my ear, and I close my eyes, my mind begging to taste his lips. Leave him. Go find Jimin. Now. Leave him, leave him, leave him. Why am I not leaving?

“Jungkook…you’re drunk,” I whisper. We’re both drunk. Drunk on the idea of a possible romance. A possible rekindling of the fire we had almost once had. 

“Are you telling me you don’t like this?” His hand glazes up the side of my body. His finger playing with the black strap of my romper. He pulls away all contact, and I am left wanting more. I want to turn around and kiss him. But I am too prideful to give in. 

I don’t answer him. I hate him. God, he is the epitome of high confidence. Goddamn, why did he have to be so fucking attractive? I hate him so so so much. He is just like every other rich Californian boy. Just wanting to hook up and nothing more. Right? Right? Right?! Maybe it was because I drank too much champagne or the fact I just wanted to let go, but I shake my head no. No, I don’t like this. I love this. He is ruining me, and he loves it. And I love it too. It is the first night of summer. I want to be someone else. Not the person who is expected to study all the time. God, I need him. 

I turn to face him, and he has a smirk on his face. “You think you can break me, but you can’t.” 

“Oh, yeah?” he whispers lowly, looking down at my lips.  “Well, you can’t break me either.” Why do we both have to be so proud? Goddammit, I want him, but I won’t give in. I won’t give in. Maybe if I keep telling that to myself I wouldn’t give into his temptations. My heels click away from him, and I open the door. 

“Bye, Jungkook,” I wink at him. He looks pissed. Pissed as fuck. 

By this point I do not know where Jimin had gone off to. He probably had gone off with some other girl after witnessing the rising tension between Jungkook and I. It doesn’t matter though because Jungkook and I were the sealed fate for tonight. Whether he knew it or not, one of us would eventually give in. And that would be him. I check what time it is on my phone, and it is 12:17 AM. Some people are leaving, but c’mon, the party had only started 2 hours ago. 

Adrianna, Annie, and Naomi are lying back on a couch outside, their long, slender legs placed on top of the glass table. They look like they are the queens of the party. Annie and Naomi shift over to give me room in the middle. 

“Heard you hooked up with Jimin,” Naomi comments. 

“We just made out. Jungkook kind of interrupted us before anything could really happen.” I reply. Should I tell them about what happened after Jimin left? 

“And?” Naomi presses.

“I don’t know. Jimin left, so…yeah.” My mind wanders back to thinking about Jungkook’s touch. His cold fingers grazing up my arm. His breathing next to my ear driving me insane. Stop thinking about it. Annie studies me carefully. She understands me better than Naomi and Adrianna. She rarely spread rumors nor liked being in the center of attention.

“Let’s go get some drinks,” she finally says. “We’ll be back in a few,” she says to the girls. We stand up, heading inside. The air is cold inside making me shiver. 

“Please spill.”

I give her the general details, nothing…too graphic. 

“Ohmygod. Why are you not with him right now?!”

“Because…we’re in a competition,” I mumble sheepishly, realizing how stupid it is. We are seventeen year olds playing little kid games. 

“What…?” 

“We’retryingtoseehowlongwecanstayawayfromeachother,” I say really fast, embarrassed. 

“I swear to God. You are this close to getting with the hottest guy in the grade, and you’re…avoiding him? For a little competition? You’re literally crazy!” she exclaims incredulously. 

“Annnnnnnie, you don’t get it,” I insist. 

“All I’m hearing is that both of you are too damn proud to be the first one to admit you like each other.”

“I don’t like him.” But I do.

“You keep telling yourself that, but c’moooon. It is so obvious. Seriously, I’m telling you. Just go to him now, tell him you love him, and there’s your happily ever after.” 

“Fine, fine. I’ll text him.” 

“You better tell me everything tomorrow!” she squeals, and she walks back to Naomi and Adrianna.

I shake my head, smiling. I know exactly how to do it. A waiter passes by, and I quickly grab a cocktail. I take it to Jungkook’s room, and I down the sweet alcoholic drink within mere seconds. I would need it. Unlocking my phone, I text Jungkook: your room. 15 minutes. My fingers shake as I type each letter out. My heartbeat quickening. What if you’re too late just like last time? What if he’s with another girl already? What if you’re not good enough for him? What if, what if, what if? These questions run through my mind, and I become a growing time bomb. I stand up to dim the lights in his room to a point where he would be able to see me, but not super clearly. You should just leave. He doesn’t love you, I lie down on the silky bedspread, the cool fabric touching my almost bare back. Every second feels like a minute. Every minute feels like an hour. Why did it even matter to me if he comes or not? I could have any boy I want, right? I unlock my phone again to find he had still not read the text. It had been thirteen minutes. Two minutes pass, and he’s still not here. It doesn’t matter. I stand up beginning to leave, completely done with him. I’m done with him. That is the moment he finally walks in, closing the door behind him. He glides toward me until my body is pressed against the black wall, having no place to go, “Where do you think you’re going?” 

“I thought you wouldn’t come,” I mutter, tilting my head down. His fingers tips my chin up. He is looking me directly in the eyes. 

“Clearly, you were wrong,” 

My breath stops for just a second. His lips inch towards mine and connect. They taste of mint and move against mine slowly. He seems…unsure. His hands grip my waist gently, and my hand cups his cheek. I want more. I pull away, and he looks surprised. “Kiss me like you fucking mean it. God, I thought you were good at this. Hmm, maybe I should go back to Jimin.” I egg him on, knowing he will get pissed. And he does. 

“Don’t say his name,” he mutters, and his lips reconnect with mine with more need. More hunger. This time I could feel the confidence. The cockiness. It is way different than Jimin’s kisses. Jimin was absolutely emotionless, but Jungkook…He has everything. Anger. Jealousy. Love. Lust. All of it is there. I am so lost in him. He slides his jacket off, and he roughly bites my lip, needing more. He does not care how rough he is. He needs me, and I need him. I notice the hints of alcohol as our tongues fight for dominance. Putting his hand on my ponytail, Jungkook takes the hairtie out. My hair cascades down, and he runs his fingers through my hair. I eventually win control. I push him away from the wall and lead our bodies towards the bed. Suddenly, Jungkook pulls away this time. He grabs me by the waist and pushes me onto the bed so I fall into a lying position. I let out a small yell, and he smiles devilishly. All the control I thought I had is gone. He pushes up against me, his clothed hips rolling down on mine. His face buries into my neck, and I let out a small moan. 

“I win,” he mumbles into my neck. I can feel him growing restless as he leaves soft kisses everywhere. His teeth work at gently tugging on the sensitive skin. I don’t care that I would go home with so many damn love bites on my neck. Jungkook is mine, and that is all that matters right now. He continues to leave bites everywhere, and no amount of makeup would be able to cover them. Moans continuously leave my lips, and God, I can feel him smiling. 

“I fucking hate you, Jungkook,” 

“I’m sure you do,” he breathes against my now sensitive skin. I let out a sigh of pleasure. He finally sits up to look down at me. He appears smug seeing all the bites he has left. Pure art. 

I sit up and climb onto his lap, my arms hooking around his neck. “Time for payback,” I press my lips against his softly. As our lips move together, I work to throw his tie off and unbutton his shirt. My hands roam down his chest to his abs to his thigh. I grip his clothed thigh knowing it would drive him absolutely crazy. He groans lowly. 

“Fuck,”

I scatter bites across his neck. The upper part of his chest. He is a mess. An absolute fucking mess. I can not believe I completely have him under my spell. He throws his head back moaning. 

It is as if there is no party going on outside the almost dark bedroom. It is just me and Jungkook. In that moment, we do not give a shit about what problems we have in our lives. We just need each other. 

♡~♡~♡

“I…I should go. My parents…” I groan against him. He plays with the strap of my romper. 

“Just a little bit longer?” he asks. With all the will I have remaining, I remove myself from him. I shake my head no, and he looks disappointed. I glance at his clock. 1:57 AM. How had more than an hour passed of us just making out? 

“So, when’s round two gonna be?” I whisper. I sit on the edge of his bed leaning over to put my heels back on. I would probably get someone who is still at the party to drive me home or something. 

“How about now?” he asks, putting his chin on my shoulder. I glance at him. He looks like an innocent puppy. I do not understand how he could change his personality so fast. 

“Jungkook…” I trail off. 

He begins to kiss my neck again. Fuck. 

“C’mon. You can deal with your parents later…” he whispers. I think about it as he continues to kiss over the hickies he had left earlier. Either way, leaving now or in the morning, my parents would kill me. I kick off my shoes as quickly as I had put them back on. 

He pushes me back down, and he smirks. “And just so you know…I won. I knew you couldn’t resist me,” he remarks, his lips so close to mine. 

He gives that irresistible smile and without me realizing it, he begins to slowly push the straps of my romper down. But I won’t say anything more. Because what happened in Beverly Hills stayed in Beverly Hills.

[iamtaekooked]

Vanilla Rules || Ch 6 || pjm

Genre: Enemies to lovers! au, badboy! au, college! au

Word count: 3.1 k

SYNOPSIS:

The sudden insistence by Yoongi for you to interview Jimin for the basketball game leads to a conversation that forced both of you to throw out your feelings of dislike out in the open. In particular for you it becomes an eye opener of who he really is. Will you still be able to hate him as much after this?

A/N: Here is Ch 6!! This one gets a bit heavy with all the equality and feminism crap I throw in there but its only my opinion so don’t send me hate for it. If you disagree with what I’ve said then I am up for discussing it only if you're not rude about it.  I hope you guys enjoy reading 

Ch 1 || Ch 2 || Ch 3 || Ch 4 || Ch 5 || Ch 6 ||  Ch 7 || Ch 8 || Ch 9 || 

“Hold on. Why do I have to interview him?” You slammed your hands on the table as you stood up, glaring at each person around the table until all of their eyes refused to meet yours. If it was possible to measure the amount of anger that was coursing through your veins you were sure it would manifest itself as steam bellowing out through your ears.

“ He is your boyfriend isn’t he?” Yoongi piped up, looking at you with a bored expression.

“ WHAT? No he isn’t. You should know that better than everyone!”

He scoffed. “We need this interview y/n. He is the captain of the basketball team and we just won the annual tournament on its 10th anniversary . Out of everyone here you are probably the closest person to him”

“Are you serious Yoongi? Are you forgetting he is sort of your best friend”

“Which is exactly why I cant do it. Conflict of interest. I might be too subjective in my portrayal but I know you won’t” he clicked his tongue as his eyes reverted back to the page in front of him. He was intention steering the meeting ahead but you wouldn’t sit quietly.

Drawing in a deep breath through clenched teeth you spoke up once more. “I am not doing it. Its not my job anyway”

You sat back down, angry flipping the page in front of you.

“Do I need to remind you that as the president of the student union I can oust you from your position? I don’t want to do it because you are one of the most efficient members here but…” he trailed off. Your nostrils flared at the unfairness of the situation but the college student union was something you needed to maintain your scholarship. You didn’t have much room to refuse. The both of you glared daggers at each other and you could sense the other member’s eyes travelling between the two of you.

The tense atmosphere wasn’t of much help in alleviating the building anxiety in the pit of your stomach.

“We are the student union Yoongi, not the college magazine. This should be their job. Not ours”

“I know. But this time the responsibility falls onto us because the president of the magazine club Ae Rim refuses to do it because they have to focus on the debate team since they won the state championship. So that leaves us” You hung your head low in disbelief at how shitty your situation could get. You really didn’t want to do it and if you had to tell him about the bathroom incident you would.

“Can we please talk outside for a moment Yoongi. Its important and it’s totally relevant to all this”

He looked at you for a moment before nodding his head and instructing everyone to start brainstorming ideas for the upcoming interview. He followed you out and shut the door behind him, shoving his hands in his pocket. He looked at you and waited for you to say something.

“Okay look. Something very awkward happened which adds on to my list of reasons for refusing to do this” you paused, closing your eyes and sighing out before continuing. “I caught him in the girl’s washroom and he was…” you trailed off looking at him hoping he would get the hint. But when his face screwed up in confusion you covered your face with your hands in frustration.

“Can’t you figure it out? Am I seriously going to have to say it out loud?” groaning you stood on your tiptoes before putting mouth close to this ear.

“I caught him doing… the thing with one of the girl’s in the fucking bathroom” you whispered.

Stepping away from him your eyes refused to meet his due to the awkwardness you were feeling.  You shifted on your feet uncomfortably partly because you could feel Yoongi looking at you and partly because you were reminded of the gross scene again. The response you were met with wasn’t something you were expecting. Looking in his direction you found Yoongi laughing silently, hand covering his mouth.

“In what world is this funny? Thats disgusting. Why the hell would he do that at college? I mean seriously Yoongi if he really is horny he should go to his own damn house and take care of his shit. Not at college” you finished

“I know.. I know but are you even surprised.? Jimin has always been like this”

He did have a point. Jimin had always been this way and you didn’t understand why he treated women like objects. He had always used women for his own pleasure and then thrown them out of his life like people throw out garbage.

“ Thats perverse you know. The kinds of things he does. Why don’t you stop him? He clearly respects you a lot. I am sure he would listen to you”

“I know. But he’ll learn himself one day. Or maybe you can help him learn the right way. Or don’t. I dont care y/n as long as you get me this interview”

Your eyes were blurring and losing sight of the words you were trying to ink down on the paper. Being forced to create questions for an interview you definitely didn’t want to do was draining to say the least. You couldn’t come up with a single question related to basketball because neither did the sport interest you, nor the meaningless questions you were meant to ask him. Instead your mind wandered about with unspoken questions about Jimin that no one but him could answer.

If you were being honest, in all your years of hatred for the boy you had come to feel something akin to pity towards him because of the hollow life he lived. The way in which he refused to let anyone close to him, to see the person behind the rude and arrogant persona had begun to intrigue you. He wasn’t the bad boy you wanted to fix rather he was someone who reminded you so much of a lost child that at times you couldn’t help but feel bad for him.

That however didn’t excuse his actions. No matter how much you tried to resist giving into his attention antics he always knew how to provoke you. He knew how to push your buttons and aggravate you.

You shifted in the uncomfortable chair and looked around the silent library, eyes widening at the dark sky outside the window. “Shit….” you muttered under your breath as you sloppily gathered your belongings in your arms. Running as best you could with your writing supplies and notebooks threatening to fall from your safe hold, you managed to make it outside the library. Your heart sunk as you saw the darkened hallways.

Rummaging for your phone in the back pocket of your jeans, the ground beneath you gave out as the screen in front of you displayed 11 pm. The campus was probably closed since you couldn’t see any sign of a single person around you.

You legs gave out and you fell onto the floor. The thought of possibly having to spend the night at the campus is something that sent shivers down your spine. You had always hated the dark and never could adjust well with isolated places. It was creepy and chilling. All of a sudden Taehyung flashed in your head and you remembered you could always give him a call.

Dropping all your stuff to the side you quickly dialled his number, timidly putting the phone to your ear. With each ring of the line your heart raced faster. You tried and tried but he never picked up the phone. Sighing in defeat you put your phone away shifting back to rest against the wall.

After taking a short rest you decided it was best to try the back exit of the college. Maybe just maybe someone forgot to close the door. Gathering your supplies again but this time in an organized manner you began your descent down the stairs of the second floor. At the end of the hallway you could see light peeking through a window and illuminating the dark corner. Maybe someone was in the gymnasium. As you progressed through the dark hall you couldn’t help but feel a chill settling in your body. It was the feeling one felt in darkness as if something was lurking in the shadows ready to attack. Your steps hastened and soon you broke into a run, skidding to a halt in front of the gym.

The door was wide-open and music was drifting through the silent corner of the hallway. You peeked your head through and saw a hooded figure shooting hoops at the opposite end. You stepped in cautiously trying not to alert the stranger of your arrival. As you moved closer you could figure out who it was. You had known him long enough to know it was Jimin. His somewhat short stature and lean build was alluded to by the black hoodie hugging his biceps, and  the rings on his fingers were enough confirmation of the same.

Turning off the speakers placed on the bleacher , you proceeded towards him. He whipped around to inspect why the music had turned off but stopped short when he saw you.

“ We have got to stop getting ourselves into such situations”

“Yea tell me about it” You said while taking a seat on the bleachers, taking out your notebook.

“ Why are you here?” he turned back around and resumed shooting hoops, while you watched as he took one shot after and another never missing the net. No wonder he was the talk of the campus and everyone wanted his interview.

“That would also be your fault”

Jimin’s hand stopped mid air as he was about to shoot again. He turned around looking at you questioningly.

“ Yoongi wants me to an interview with you. Winning the game and all at the 10th anniversary of the tournament and shit. So I sat in the library to think of what questions to ask but lost track of time” you replied matter of factly.

“ I don’t really care for an interview. That too with you”

“Ditto. But he doesnt want to do it because he thinks he will too subjective. I would too, worse than him actually”

“Doesn’t surprise me y/n” he turned back once more and continued with his practice.

You sat silently for a moment staring at the blank notebook in front of you, with no relevant questions to ask.

“What are you doing here at this time?” “Coach lets me stay sometimes so that I can practice” he didn’t look back at you, concentrating solely on making each basket count.

You didn’t know how to reply and carry on the mundane conversation. So you settled for watching him practice his throws and inwardly admired his talent for the sport. He was cocky enough as is, so letting him hear of his praise from you wouldn’t be such a good idea. After a while he stopped , gathered all the balls and placed them in the rack. You could see the beads of sweat running down his forehead and cheeks.

You sat there for a few seconds watching Jimin as he squatted down to rummage through his duffel bag for his water bottle. You gulp as it gives you the perfect view of his ass. Feeling bothered by the tingling feeling rising to your stomach you quickly look away and clear your throat.

He took a seat next to you, wiping his sweat laced face and forehead with the towel, which he then placed on his shoulder. If you didn’t dislike him so much, you might have acknowledged his good looks.

“ You’re staring at me” he said monotonously taking another swig of water, a small smile crossing his lips.

“ Why do you always have to ruin any remotely normal conversation between us by being an ass?”

“ You answered your own question. I am an ass thats why”

“ I seriously hate you” you mumbled under your breath

“ Likewise y/n and its more fun this way” he wiggles his eyebrows throwing a smile your way.

“ What have I ever done to you? I have legitimate reasons to hate you but I have never given you a reason to be an ass towards me”

“ True. You’ve never really given me a valid reason to hate you but I am just so used to this relationship between us I can’t give up being a jerk to you. But why do you hate me so much?” he chuckled

“ There’s too many reason but off the top of my head you treat women disgustingly and objectify them. You use them for sex and throw them away. Typical fuckboy behaviour. Its gross how you degrade women in that way Jimin. You don’t care about their feelings”

“ But have you ever stopped to consider that its give and take?”

“What?” You looked at him confusedly.

“ Think about it. I cant have sex by myself. These women agree to it. They know it won’t go anywhere and that its all about pleasure. I give them what they need and they give me what I need. I am not forcing them to fuck me and vice versa”

He did have a point and you had never thought to perceive the situation from that perspective. You had always faulted him for being so misogynistic but never stopped to consider women allowed that to happen to themselves.

“ Why is it always that men get blamed and labeled as fuckboys? If you really think about it they are using me for my body too. Isn’t that sexual objectification y/n? What kind of equality is that?”

“Yes it is but its different. You men have the freedom to act in this way and escape judgement but women get judged all the time. Think about it if a girl gets pregnant, the guy doesn’t get the blame. Everyone point’s fingers at the girl as if she somehow managed to pregnant by herself!”

“Okay fair enough. But haven’t you made all these assumptions about me and judged me all these years without actually thinking about how I get used by these girl? Do you know how many times I have gotten booty calls because they just want a good fuck even after they are in ‘committed’ relationships?!” Jimin paused to catch his breath.

You opened your mouth to speak but you didn’t know how to reply. You did see his point and you needed time to process it.

“ I get that but why do you even have to do this shit? Why can’t you just be a normal person and not to do this stuff?”

“ That’s my personal choice and it shouldn’t make me a bad person when girls you blame me of objectifying are quick to fall into the trap themselves. You girls get so defensive about your own feminism and equality that you disregard prejudices men have to go through. Tell me y/n am I not in a way being objectified too?!! Are these women not using me for my body too? Where does that leave equality?”

“ Its not as simple as you claim Jimin. The way in you get objectified isn’t at the same level as women”

“How? I am being used for my body too!”

“Yes you are, but your worth isn’t just defined by your body. For a woman it is. As women we are taught our worth lies in how beautiful we look, and not in how good we are as a person. That our worth is only amounts to the male attention we receive and how much sexual desirability we can create in men. We only amount of the sum of our body parts. That’s how our worth as people as human beings has been defined for centuries. So when you fuck these women you enforce this idea because to you these women are only sum of their body parts, she isn’t a person. Men don’t get objectified that way because your worth simply isn’t defined by your sexual appeal”

The both of you are red in the face from all the shouting you had to do. Jimin shook his head at you.

“ I know but don’t judge me for it when I get objectified too even if its not in the same way it would be for a woman and not to the same extent. You can’t refute that I get used too”

Your face flushed red even more because you knew he was right. He was used too at the end of the day, even if it wasn’t at the same level contextually. You had never taken Jimin to be so well spoken with intellectual thoughts. He could hold his own when it came to social issues.

“I didn’t know you were smart Jimin” you chuckle slightly, immediately regretting how normal and friendly it sounded.

“ You don’t know anything about me y/n. Just because I do all this doesn’t make me a bad person. Just like women are more than their bodies, I am much more than my actions”

You were beginning to realize your blind prejudices against him. It still didn’t excuse all the stupid stuff he did but at the very least you could look at him from a different perspective than that of a perpetrator. He was a victim too in a way, and you felt slightly guilty for always being quick to spring all the blame on his character.

“ Sorry for always judging you. I see your point but I still hate you. I haven’t forgotten all the shit you’ve done to me and that has nothing to do with this societal crap”

Jimin only gave a small laugh in response before getting up and picking up a basket ball again. He stood in front of you securely having placed the ball under his armpit.

“I don’t know about you but my brain definitely hurts from all of this smart ass conversation. I need a break. Wanna play?”

You pointed to yourself in question. He nodded his head. You pondered his offer for a few minutes.

“ I guess we can forget our enmity for one night” you snatched the ball from under his arm pit and took a shot, successfully making it in the basket.

“ You’re good” he nodded his head in acknowledgment of your skill

“ Don’t go easy on me just because I am a girl”

“ Trust me. I wont” the both of you smiled at each other knowingly, choosing to forget your dislike for one night.

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[ithisatanytime]

To be honest im very glad she loves her boyfriend so much, initially i asked about her relationship status and she said it was open, and was very firm about that fact, emphasizing it to the point that it was the only thing leading me to believe she was at all receptive to my advances, of course thats not enough because i was so forward, and i knew she just likely wasnt that into me. but today when i pressed the issue, as i am a horny man and frankly im in a damn hurry, she changed her tune, now he was her soul mate. and you know what nothing could have made me happier. my last serious girlfriend was in a committed relationship but it was on the rocks, in part do to her going off her birth control (i was high test compared to her boyfriend, he had better musculature but prenatal test exposure was lower in the womb as evident by me being 6′2 and having masculinized bone structure in comparison to his.) and losing all attraction to him, also i kind of fucked their shit up by randomly confessing my feelings for her, we had known each other for close to ten years at that point, but i never made my feelings known because she was so fucking hot to me i just never thought of her as a possibility quite frankly, i was fucking SHOCKED to find out she felt exactly the same. this same exact scenario played out for me when i was a young man and i literally forced my girlfriend to go on hormonal birth control, the hormones in birth control literally trick your body into thinking that your pregnant, and pregnant women have different taste in men, they are looking for a provider obviously, their behavior changes dramatically, in part because they lose interest in higher testosterone but good physical genetics mates as they need someone to be their when they raise their baby, typically (naturally) this only lasts for 9 months than the baby comes, if the man who fathered the child is able to weather the emotional shit storm, he will stick with you through anything, and is thus a good potential provider for your offspring, the opposite is true if they met you while on hormonal birth control, as they value you for your provider traits and when they go off the bc their body thinks they are no longer pregnant, hence her looking for a big strong bull (me) too impregnate her.

    she knew this indian guy since they were children, it was fucking obvious they were meant to be together, i hated being responsible for the heartbreak i caused BOTH of them. dude still wanted to be with her after she kicked him out of her life to fuck some drug addicted retard (me) but  heres the thing i am not talking shit about her, they literally cant fucking help it, we are slaves to our hormones. i was very pleased to find out that she was hesitant to go on birth control as it “makes her crazy” i was so glad she brought it up and felt that way, as imagine going over this shit with a potential girlfriend, imagine how well thats going to go over! i have been familiar with hormonal BC’s effects on womens sexual preferences and ability to pair bond since i watched a documentary on the discovery channel about sex with i was 13, i was trying to masturbate, but i learned a lot instead, despite how crazy this sounds, all of this is accepted science and new papers get released about it every couple of years or so, its fucking insane that women arent made aware of this common side effect of birth control, so imagine how fucking conflicted i felt when she was adamant about getting back on birth control, i was 99 percent sure she would fall out of love with me, and at the time , it was insane to me how much she clearly loved me, she promised shed get off birth control as soon as i asked, i pleaded with her, saying that by the time she was on bc for even a couple weeks shed no longer love me or give a fucking shit what i had to say anymore, which seemed RIDICULOUS at the time, but she promised shed go off it as soon as i asked, i knew that would not be the case. within literal days after getting the hormonal IUD put in, she stopped looking at me the same, we started fighting all the time, it was horrible to see, especially for the second time, all men know what i am talking about, when that lok disappears, and of course she didnt get it taken out when i asked, and of course the fighting got worse and worse, who the fuck could stand living with me without loving me, suddenly all the bad shit about me (no job prospects, bad provider) that she had already been aware of for years became an issue, blah blah blah, it wasnt her fault, imagine being forced to live iwth someone who you didnt love, who loved you and stil wanted to fuck you. and of course as the fighting got worse and she slept on the couch, i could no longer sleep, i became obsessively jealous (mate retention strategy caused by testosterone masculinizing the brain) i knew she wasnt cheating on me, there was literally no way, but my guts were twisting and churning every single day, my behavior became increasingly erratic (men behave irrationally as well, in their own way) it all came to a head, after a solid month of the cold shoulder, i had finally landed a job interview to be a car salesmen (i built up a relationship with the neighbor i smoked iwth, and he landed me the job) but the  day before i was set to be interviewed we had a massive fight which i started, because i tried to reason with her (in love men and women arent governed by reason) that she had been giving me the silent treatment for a month and i had been on my best behavior, which i had been, buying her gifts and flowers with the profit sharing check i got from my old job, but she started grabbing her stuff to leave, she wouldnt tell me where she was going and in my irrational state i was sure she was going to fuck an entire football team, an unbelievably searingly painful thought for a man, women literally cant comprehend this as they dont experience jealousy in the same way men do. so i slammed out of the house first into the streets of new york city, huffing and puffing trying to to cry as i pushed past the crowded streets, it was like 4 pm in the middle of queens. i found a bar and sat at the center of the bar, it was pretty empty when i walked in since it was like four o clock in the afternoon. i had 300 hundred dollars in my pocket and i spent it all that very night on beers and shots and whiskey sours, i had never gone to a bar of my own volition before and can count on one hand the amount of times id set foot in a bar, but i had been drinking more than i ever had in my life. the pain of jealousy and losing someone that i sincerely loved, and intended to marry was so intense that i started drinking and basically didnt stop until we were separated (havent really touched the stuff since, i dont really like alcohol) but i was losing the girl i loved, she was supposed to be my wife. i drank like there was no fucking tomorrow, just waiting for her to call me, which she did, but there was no love in her voice, no news on where she was, or who she was with (her girlfriends, studying for an exam) so i hung up and went back to drinking, my bartender was a young women, who may have been pretty i was not paying attention, so much so that when she finished her shift and left the bar, and a young woman sat next to me at the bar and tried to talk to me, she grew angry with me that i didnt realize it was the same bartender, who had been serving me drinks all night, she left in a huff, soon i felt people pressing up against my back as i finished my 20th drink of the day, i was way past my limit, but i was about to lose the girl i loved and become homeless on the streets of new york in my mind, she would never have done that to me, but my “home” had evaporated as soon as i left to new york, and after i lost my job delivering refrigerators he made it pretty clear he didnt want me around. he was not my real dad after all, just another of my mothers boyfriends, its not the same as a biological dad, for as good as he was and as much as he did for me, i was becoming too much, i cant describe the fear of the streets for someone who spent their lives homeless or near homeless is like, its always there. so i drank that way as the NYC bar grew very crowded and noisey, i had picked the hottest socail spot in the city to drown my sorrows,. i would drink until i couldnt feel the pain anymore, go home, puke my guts out, not remember anything and then regroup in the morning after she got home from her boyfriends house, thats a problem for tomorrow me. i was just waiting for her to call me and maybe show me some sign of warmth, some sign of the person i fell in love with. she did call me in fact, i was too drunk and the bar was too loud for me to hear it, i got up to take a piss and only then realized how crowded the bar actually was, people were dancing behind me the whole time and i didnt even realize it, it was packed from wall to wall, as i got up to take my piss, my last five fell out of my pocket onto the ground and i nearly fell over trying ot pick it up, plus the last shot i took i just spilled down my shirt sleeve, it was time to go home. i drunkenly stumbled towards the door the bar was so packed i literally had to raise my arms into the air (this detail will be important for later) as i made my way towards the exit suddenly she appeared in the doorway, i cannot describe to you my relief in this moment, how did she even find me? it was the last clear memory i have from that night, the only other memory i have is foggy, me drunkenly bragging that i could have beat up every dude in the bar and girls were totally trying to fuck me (see? im valuable) as she drove me home, the rest of that night is completely lost to me, i found myself suddenly in our bed, in the morning, i felt more hungover than i had ever been in my life by a factor of ten, i was shaking uncontrollably still half drunk and frightened (if youve never blacked completely out before you cant know what thats like) she informed me that i had pushed her, i was horrified, how could this have happened, and what more could i have been capable of, i didnt have time to process that however as her dad was on his way over from upstate new york, in my half drunk and frightened mind i knew he was coming to fight me, i went into fight or flgiht mode *if your dead comes here i wil lfuck him up!” even i couldnt believe i said that , her father was an unbelievably kind and gentle man, but i was frightened, i was gonna be homeless on the streets of new york, a forgotten man who fell through the cracks in the safety net, and worse i deserved it, my sense of self was shattered, how could i have pushed her? she made the right decision in having her father turn around, and head back to upsate new york. i cried like a fucking baby, how could i have done this? my father was a drunk who beat the shit out of my mother, and i remembered it vividly. i sobbed and sobbed, i had been doing a lot of that, i loved her from the beginning and worse, she had loved me too. i had no way of contextualizing it either, for me it was as if someone had woken me up to inform me that in my sleep i had punched a child, think about that, how do you process it? i had prided myself in never putting my hands on a woman unless she asked first (thats its own story that i will never fucking tell)  i ddint even remember it, like at all, i ddint even remember us fighting, apparently i was barfing and doing somersaults of the bed and shit, as you do when you are blackout drunk. and she had never drank a drop of alcohol or smoked a single weed in her life, she must have been absolutely terrified. i wanted to die, it was over for good. we had made up in a sense, as the reality of the situation set in, we only ever held each other on the first and last night i was in newyork, and both times, you wont believe this but i have to say it because it was so strange, we cuddled face to face while her two cats cuddled each other inbetween us, only the first and last night.

  part of why it was so hard for me, was because i knew i would miss her bitterly for the rest of my life, literally every day until i died, i knew from experience, and she woudl be really upset for a few months maybe and then never think about me again. my only hope was that she got back together with tha tindian boy she grew up with, he fucking cried outside of their apartment, and stil  asked about her when she left him for me, this tore me up, as id been on the other end of that, he loved her better than i did, they were meant to be married but hormonal fucker and jewish sabotage has a combined effect of just fucking women right up, men too but i feel worse for the women. if you fuck a guy you should just stay with them honestly, you will be much happier long term. this started out as one thing, and then turned into something different, as i had been meaning to tell that story for years now. i know it seems like a lot of self pity and to be fair theres a lot of remorse too even to this day, i barely touched a drop of alcohol in the years since, and occasionally it will hit me like a ton of bricks out of the blue and i will excuse myself into my room to cry into the macaroni and cheese i was eating.

[battlewhiskers]

★☆★Guild Wars 2 Asks!★☆★

REMAKING THIS FROM THE PAST Bold answers are updated! (Keep the original text, if you want)

Stole this from @toomanycharr :3€ 2016 :F

1. When did you start playing? December, 2015.

2. What was your first characters race/class (profession)? Charr, Warrior.. But he died by felling off a cliff in Ascalon.

I’m sorry, but he was too ugly to play with

3. How many characters do you have? Nathia Rawsphere (Me, Engineer), Ragnar Nordvik (Charr, Warrior), Amelia Nouctune (Charr, Theif), Samantha Nouctune (Charr, Mesmes), Elizabeth Stonehawk (Charr, Guardian) and Karl Eckerberg (Fleshbag/Human, Hunter) I have about 18 now?? Didnt count copies from EU to NA server. Also Elizabeth and Ragnar are gone :x

4. Whats your favourite race? FOR THE TAMINI.

Ok, Centaurs are still great but Skritts are babys ❤ ❤ But Orges are cool too !!

5. Whats your least favourite race? Kraits.

Ugh all the bleeding and PULLS. Im so sick of spiders immobilizing and pulls from PoF. But I dont hate all spiders, tiny ones are good

6. What do you prefer PvE or PVP? PvE.. but I have hate-love to PvP

What about WvW ? 8)

7. Have you spent IRL money on the gem shop? LODSAEMONEH

I HAVE SINNED, STILL DO.

8. Whats your favourite zone? None really, but I want to die in Caledon Forest.

I’ve gotten a better relation with Sylvari, its not that terrible anymore. But I still dont know which is my favorite zone

9. Whats your favourite city? Lion’s Arch

Still is! But Crystal Desert is also nice :3

10. Whats your favourite PVP map? Battle of Khylo and Temple of the Silent Storm

Give me Alpine or Desert Borderlands thx

11. Whats a piece of gear you always transmute because you love the look of it so much? All of it, trying to keep the same look..

Fashion is still VERY important!!

12. How many achievement points do you have? 1799

EU: 9551 NA: 1171

13. Is it okay to ask to RP with you? Sure!! I’d love to.. even if I’m not the best at it

Tbh I only had 1 RP between this posts, I did watch one recently tho!

14. Is your guild open to new members? Probably, my main guild is Corrupted Freaks

Corr was eaten up by Divined Knights of Baltazar (Looooool now with PoF) I left them shortly after.

CRC (Charr Roleplaying Community) is open for more members :3c

15. Have you ever been really angry at the game? why? Story mode.

Ugh WvW and Aetherblade JP

16. Do you enjoy jumping puzzles? Depends how much I plan to fall down.

Hurt me plenty

17. Whats your best guild wars experience? Running Ascalonian Catacombs with my warband, It were a hell but we had so much fun! … Also running fractals first time with Reesa were nice :3€

Taking time, and watching every cut-scene of the first/core story, I get to emotional and it feels just amazing

18. Do you have a favourite character from the lore? Elders? Only old I know and like is Almorra Soulkeeper :3€

Canach u spicy cactus also Marjory is wonderful

19. Is there a class you like the idea of but the gameplay doesn’t match up for you? I.. don’t know.

I just CANT play guardian now matter what i do >>

20. How far have you made it in SAB (Super Adventure Box) if you had the chance to play it? 3rd level, with a lot of help from Reesa, Swift and Toni

I dont remember, 2 world maybe?

21. Favourite weapon skin? I like the Pact Shotgun which I’m using right now.

Mists weapons and glittering!!

22. Do you have a legendary? Which one or ones? None :C

I have three pre-cursors: Dawn, Rodgort’s Flame and Storm! Also completed Bolt

23. Whats your favourite legendary? .. I don’t know any :D

I cant picckkkk

24. Is there a race you hate with a passion? Asuras..You angry little people. Sorry, not sorry.

I am sorry to every Asura I know and dont know, Quaggans you are the worst

25. What class do you hate to face in PVP? Theifs

Mesmers and Daredevils in WvW, Im so sick of everyone just run away so fast they get 75% health. >>

26. Are there any players you look up to? Reesa and Swift ♥

I dont look up to anyone any more because I grew some muscles myself lol

27. First memorable friend you made through guild wars? Though question.. but I think it were Swift

28. Do you play with sound on or off? On!

29. Do you stream GW2? If so where can I watch you? Nope, not planning to either.

30. Are you obsessed with in game fashion? …*cough*

❤ ❤ ❤ ❤

31. Do you have a favourite dye? Black Cherry is pretty but Wine and Midnight Purple ♥

So many i cant pick

32. Whats the best glider skin in your opinion? Not sure

Ironclad and Crystalline

33. Have you ever had to block someone? pvp-bank and a douchebag that thought it was OK to disrespect my gender identity instead of just leaving it be and shut up.

I can forgive but never forget

34. Weirdest map chat experience? None

Things I reblog from shitgw2playerssay :F

35. Do you have 100% map completion on any of your characters? Having 53% at most >~<

100% on my mesmer~

36. What type of player are you? Hardcore, Casual, Semi-hardcore, Barely online. Obsessed, you can find me from 5 am to 11 pm on weekends, from 5 pm to 10pm on other days. (GMT +1)

Still online every day, if you dont find me on EU check in NA ~

37. What are the top three tips you would give someone just starting to play? !! Save !! !! ALL !! !! Crafting material !!

SALVAGE EVERYTHING.

38. Best memory in guild wars? Finishing “My story”

Pride March omg so colourful and love  ❤

39. Do you stick to one character mostly or are you an altoholic? 90% playing as Nathia.

Uh, trying to stick with one character but i can switch :3

40. What bothers you the most about the game if anything? How far away the Charr helmet/masks can be from their face.

Still relevant ;p

[squishysuho]

tagged by @aceshua quite literally twenty thousand years ago and am only just now doing it because Im a mess lol.

1. If you could have one member’s hairstyle on your own head for a day, who’s would it be and from what era? (this can be svt or not)

There’s just no way I can answer this with just one. So here’s a collection of my favorite hairstyles that I’d totally want for much longer than a day. I have dark brown Indian hair so all of these would be so much fun to have:

Jeonghan’s long hair was amazing and I’d sell my soul to get it back. I’m not sure how I would look with this hair, but like damn it looks good on him so thats all that really matters.

Also Dont Wanna Cry era was a Look™ Again idk how short blonde hair would look on me but it was so pretty on him that I’d wanna try it.

Also my girl Taeyeon has had some stellar hair that I’d wanna try:

2. What’s your go-to snack food?

hhaha I dont even think it counts as snacking because I eat so much that its lowkey a full meal, but I make indian ramen: Maggi or french fries if we have potatoes. Sometimes I get desperate and make a mini pizza from scratch.

3. If you can only have one piece of Bongbong merch– out of all of the boy’s bongbong drawings, fan made pillows/hats/plushies of various bongbongs, OG gyu bongbongies– what Piece of Bongbong would you want in your room forever and why?

Omg this one is so hard and you knew it was going to be difficult for me to answer with my obsession with Bongbong. I made my own version of the og bongbong so I dont need one of those. I lowkey want the headband, but I never actually use my hair accessories, so my legit answer is this bongbong pillow that I’d probably use as a travel pillow.

4. You dress up as a piece of food for halloween. What article of food are you?

why.

literally why.

If I have to be some kind of a food costume, its gonna be something cute. I literally had to search food costumes for this and I’d pick one that looks pretty. There was an ice cream cone one where the girl had a dress that looked like sprinkles and a waffle cone headband. I think I’d do that since the dress was very pretty and looked comfortable. Also I’m lazy and that would be an easy costume to do.

5. You get to give your bias a present but it has to be hand made by You. What do you give them?

Screams. So listen. Most of seventeen is my bias. so like. They’re all getting one handmade present from me. I think any present(s) that I made would have some sort of a comfort aspect to them because I’m all about the being comfortable no matter where you are in life. For most of my seventeen biases I’m imagining making something that makes it easy for them to nap or be warm in. Like I know Jeonghan especially likes to nap and hes looked hella tired lately, so I’d make a cute pillow (maybe giraffe or angel themed) he could take places. Or a small blanket thats easy to travel with. Or I’d make something that makes it easy to hide from all the cameras in like specifcally I’m imaging Wonwoo in those airport photos where he hides in his hoodie. So like this sounds ridiculous but can you imagine a cloak with a large hood that the members could hide in? Because I’m that extra carat that would make that for them. It would have tons of pockets and be super warm. (bonus: pls imagine woozi in a cloak with a hood walking around an airport)

6. Favorite non-MV video of svt?

All of the part switch videos. I’ve seen the part switches more than the actual mvs. Also the aju nice dance practice fucked me up like no other so theres that. Any Clap live performance too because the choreo is so absolutely amazing and I love the stage outfits. Scoup’s parts, Jeonghan’s hoping part, Joshuas singing. wonwOOS PART. U kno which one. where he and woozi point to the audience like yea you clap too.

(oops i think i was supposed to pick one. too bad)

7. Do you have the names of your future pets planned out? If so, what are they? Im so indecisive that I dont have any one name picked out. But I do have some names that I have liked for a while and could see myself naming a future doggo. Omo is one that I really liked, but I think I’m less likely to use now. I really love references, so any names I picked would probably be subtle references to whatever I’m obsessed with at the time of getting the pet. I have a cactus named Natasha because I love Black Widow, so something that would have meaning to me but not be super obvious to anyone else I think. 

8. What’s the stupidest thing you did/that’s happened to you this week? (I’ll start- the other day i woke up and my laptop was in my fridge…I don’t remember doing this. why)

(okay same tho. I once put my phone in the fridge and then had no idea where the ringing noise was coming from when I called it)

You know. I havent done much stupid stuff this week. But like lets talk about finals week which was last week and how I waited too long to start my final so as my friends were finishing at 2 am, I was only just open Indesign up and starting. I did not sleep that night and even though my class ended at 10 am I didnt actually go to sleep until 11 pm so like I was awake for a really long time? Like I woke up Monday at 8 am but didnt actually sleep again until 11 pm on Tuesday. There was a depression nap thrown in there somewhere tho. Also because there were no late penalties I waited until the very last day to turn in almost every single assignment and lab for my javascript class. 

Rules: Answer my questions and then make your own!

I dont know if this is allowed but I want to tag @aceshua back because I want her answers to my questions lol. Also tagging @palexing @starry-hun @ajongchowyun if you guys want to answer my questions :)

I'm going to try to write these questions so that the people I tag can answer them even if they're not into seventeen.

1. Hairstyle you would sell your soul to see your bias in? (this can totally be one they've had already and want back) 2. I'm pretty sure everyone does that thing where they listen to a new song and fixate on it, so which songs are you currently blasting on repeat over and over again? 3. If you could ask your top three biases any question, what would you ask them? 4. Do you have any biases that when you were first getting into the group and learning the members that you decided you weren't going to stan, but then they forced their way into your lane? (for example when I first got into svt I didn't want to stan 'the long haired one' and then learned more about jeonghan and now love) 5. I stole this question from somewhere, but I love it so much.  Would you trust your bias to make you mac and cheese? Explain. 6.  Which rapper do you want to hear sing more and which vocal do you want to hear rap more?? 7. Has kpop ever actually made you so emotional that you've cried before? 8.  Its 4 am and I cant think of another question. Insert 3 of your favorite gifs here related to your biases or groups that you stan.

[gibbearish]

A Book About Mental Illnesses: Chapter Titles

1) my drink smells a little weird and now i cant drink it (episode 19) 2) "my pencil is 3 inches from where i left it" and other reasons i know someone went through my stuff 3) im not saying it has to be perfect but if it isnt i might die 4) this song has been playing for 3 hours now and i can no longer tell when it starts or ends 5) if the feet on the keyboard arent flipped up while im typing im going to start crying 6) im failing 3 classes but at least im not hungry at the moment 7) if anyone touches me then one of us may die 8) am i a hypochondriac or am i just imagining that i am 9) I Saw A Cute Bug But I Swear Thats Probably Not Why Im Crying 10) Whats that sound? Whats that sound? Whats that sound? Whats tha 11) whoa neat when did i start crying 12)               ,,,              •`-'•           ,         ,, 13) im too tired to sleep and have been for the past 8 days 14) yes i may be paranoid but that doesnt mean im wrong 15) ive changed my phone wallpaper 12 times in the last 4 minutes 16) sorry i dont remember todays date, can i make it up to you by giving you a dictionary definition to any word you want 17) i havent felt an emotiom in over 3 months but look at this neat slinky i got 18) ive been staring at this cornflake for ten minutes and i can see gods face in it 19) what are thoughts and how do i have them 20) it was 9 pm two minutes ago, what do you mean it's 1 am 21) i know you were talking but i dont know why or what you said, could you start over (take 6) 22) i just closed my eyes and slid one dimension to the left 23) does target at three am still count as a liminal space if time doesnt exist around me anyways 24) i can always tell when ive seen or heard an actor before in a different show and today i noticed an actor from johnny test in my favorite movie and cant watch it ever again 25) i know what this word means but im gonna google it 8294 times just to be sure 26) my legs are floating 4 inches above the rest of me, send help 28) i read this thing 45 times before i realized i had spelled "illnesses" like "illmesses" and i can feel my soul leaving my body 29) SHIT I FORGOT 27 30) you talked to me twice? i love you now 31) my friend used slightly different tone than usual, they obviously hate me and are plotting my demise 32) the ADD made me skip the long post and then the paranoia made me go back up and read it just in case it was important 33) theres nothing more important to me than liveblogging everything i do

[coliswonderland]

100 QUESTIONS

I was tagged by @calisimgirl <3

1. DO YOU SLEEP WITH YOUR CLOSET DOORS OPEN OR CLOSED?   Closed....if it’s open it’s in front of my TV. 2. DO YOU TAKE THE SHAMPOOS AND CONDITIONER BOTTLES FROM HOTELS?  No 3. DO YOU SLEEP WITH YOUR SHEETS TUCKED IN OR OUT?  They start out tucked in but toss and turn alot. 4. HAVE YOU STOLEN A STREET SIGN BEFORE?   Nope  5. DO YOU LIKE TO USE POST-IT NOTES?   Yes! 6. DO YOU CUT OUT COUPONS BUT THEN NEVER USE THEM? 95% of the time I forget to use them 7. WOULD YOU RATHER BE ATTACKED BY A BIG BEAR OR A SWARM OF BEES?   Why do I have to choose one?!?! Bear I guess 8. DO YOU HAVE FRECKLES?    Yes 9. DO YOU ALWAYS SMILE FOR PICTURES?  No but usually. If someone doesn’t make me laugh then the smile looks fake and horrible so sometimes I just don’t even smile.  10. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST PET PEEVE?     People who ask me a question then don’t pay attention to the answer and expect me to tell them again in like 5 mins. 11. DO YOU EVER COUNT YOUR STEPS WHEN YOU WALK?     No 12. HAVE YOU PEED IN THE WOODS?      Yes 13. HAVE YOU EVER POOPED IN THE WOODS?     No......who came up with these questions?!?! 14. DO YOU EVER DANCE EVEN IF THERE’S NO MUSIC PLAYING?      Yes  15. DO YOU CHEW YOUR PENS AND PENCILS?      I used to but not anymore 16. HOW MANY PEOPLE HAVE YOU SLEPT WITH THIS WEEK?       None 17. WHAT SIZE IS YOUR BED?      Queen 18. WHAT IS YOUR SONG OF THE WEEK?     He’s a Tramp from Lady and the Tramp has been stuck in my head for over a week and I cant remember the last time I watched it. It’s been at least 6 months or more. 19. IS IT OK FOR GUYS TO WEAR PINK?      Ofc some men look fab in pink 20. DO YOU STILL WATCH CARTOONS?     Yes and I think everyone should. They remind you to laugh and have fun 21. WHAT IS YOUR LEAST FAVORITE MOVIE?     Anything horror related 22. WHERE WOULD YOU BURY HIDDEN TREASURE IF YOU HAD SOME?     I’d say my back yard but Alabama soil can be rocky and a pain in the ass. 23. WHAT DO YOU DRINK WITH DINNER?     Sweet Tea 24. WHAT DO YOU DIP A CHICKEN NUGGET IN?     BBQ sauce 25. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE FOOD?     Chinese! 26. WHAT MOVIES COULD YOU WATCH OVER AND OVER AGAIN AND STILL LOVE?     Harry Potter! <3 27. LAST PERSON, YOU KISSED/KISSED YOU?     My dog 28. WERE YOU EVER A BOY/GIRL SCOUT?    Yes 29. WOULD YOU EVER STRIP OR POSE NUDE IN A MAGAZINE?     Hell No 30. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU WROTE A LETTER TO SOMEONE ON PAPER?      I have absolutely no idea 31. CAN YOU CHANGE THE OIL ON A CAR?      No 32. EVER GOTTEN A SPEEDING TICKET?      Yes 33. EVER RAN OUT OF GAS?     Yes but not while I was driving 34. WHAT’S YOUR FAVORITE KIND OF SANDWICH?     Roast Beef 35. BEST THING TO EAT FOR BREAKFAST?     Hashbrowns 36. WHAT IS YOUR USUAL BEDTIME?     10 PM to 12 AM 37. ARE YOU LAZY?     Very 38. WHEN YOU WERE A KID, WHAT DID YOU DRESS UP AS FOR HALLOWEEN?     Ballerina 39. WHAT IS YOUR CHINESE ASTROLOGICAL SIGN?      Rat 40. HOW MANY LANGUAGES CAN YOU SPEAK?     English, a bit of Spanish, Italian, French and a few Greek and Russian words 41. DO YOU HAVE ANY MAGAZINE SUBSCRIPTIONS?     No 42. WHICH ARE BETTER: LEGOS OR LINCOLN LOGS?     Legos! 43. ARE YOU STUBBORN?     Yes 44. WHO IS BETTER: LENO OR LETTERMAN?       Leno 45. EVER WATCH SOAP OPERAS?     Yes 46. ARE YOU AFRAID OF HEIGHTS?     Yes 47. DO YOU SING IN THE CAR?     Always 48. DO YOU SING IN THE SHOWER?     Occasionally 49. DO YOU DANCE IN THE CAR?     Yes 50. EVER USED A GUN?      No 51. LAST TIME YOU GOT A PORTRAIT TAKEN BY A PHOTOGRAPHER?      High School 52. DO YOU THINK MUSICALS ARE CHEESY?     No 53. IS CHRISTMAS STRESSFUL?     Yes 54. EVER EAT A PIEROGI?     No 55. FAVORITE TYPE OF FRUIT PIE?      Lemon 56. OCCUPATIONS YOU WANTED TO BE WHEN YOU WERE A KID?     Lawyer, Physical Therapist, Chef 57. DO YOU BELIEVE IN GHOSTS?     I don’t think anything is impossible 58. EVER HAVE A DEJA-VU FEELING?     Yes 59. DO YOU TAKE A VITAMIN DAILY?     No 60. DO YOU WEAR SLIPPERS?     No but I wear flip flops around the house 61. DO YOU WEAR A BATH ROBE?      Ocassionally 62. WHAT DO YOU WEAR TO BED?     Long shirt 63. WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST CONCERT?     I don’t remember 64. WALMART, TARGET, OR KMART?      Walmart is the only one near me and my mom has worked there for almost 30 years so I kinda have to pick it. 65. NIKE OR ADIDAS?     Nike 66. CHEETOS OR FRITOS?     CHEETOS 67. PEANUTS OR SUNFLOWER SEEDS?     Sunflower Seeds 68. EVER HEAR OF THE GROUP TRES BIEN?     No  69. EVER TAKE DANCE LESSONS?     No 70. IS THERE A PROFESSION YOU PICTURE YOUR FUTURE SPOUSEDOING?    No 71. CAN YOU CURL YOUR TONGUE?     Yes 72. EVER WON A SPELLING BEE?     No 73. HAVE YOU EVER CRIED BECAUSE YOU WERE SO HAPPY?     Yep 74. OWN ANY RECORD ALBUMS?      No 75. OWN A RECORD PLAYER?     No 76. DO YOU REGULARLY BURN INCENSE?     Not in a few years 77. EVER BEEN IN LOVE?     Yes 78. WHO WOULD YOU LIKE TO SEE IN CONCERT?     Olly Murs 79. WHAT WAS THE LAST CONCERT YOU SAW?     I don’t remember 80. HOT TEA OR COLD TEA?     Cold and Sweet 81. TEA OR COFFEE?      Tea 82. SUGAR COOKIES OR SNICKERDOODLES?     Sugar Cookies 83. CAN YOU SWIM WELL?     Yes 84. CAN YOU HOLD YOUR BREATH WITHOUT HOLDING YOUR NOSE?     Yes 85. ARE YOU PATIENT?     Depends on the situation 86. DJ OR BAND AT A WEDDING?     DJ 87. EVER WON A CONTEST?     Yes 88. HAVE YOU EVER HAD PLASTIC SURGERY?     No 89. WHICH ARE BETTER: BLACK OR GREEN OLIVES?     Both! but if I had to choose green 90. CAN YOU KNIT OR CROCHET?       Both 91. BEST ROOM FOR A FIREPLACE?     A living room 92. DO YOU WANT TO GET MARRIED?      Yes

93. IF MARRIED, HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN MARRIED?

94. WHO WAS YOUR HIGH SCHOOL CRUSH?

     Not something I wanna think about

95. DO YOU CRY AND THROW A FIT UNTIL YOU GET YOUR OWN WAY?     No

96. DO YOU HAVE KIDS?      No

97. DO YOU WANT KIDS?     Yes

98. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE COLOR?      Turquoise

99. DO YOU MISS ANYONE RIGHT NOW?    Yes

100. WHO ARE YOU GOING TO TAG TO DO THIS TAG NEXT?

Anyone who wants to see #37

[im-reed-ing]

tagged by: @heroiiic u are a cool person and I am a chicken nugget thats too scared of bothering u on discord, but if my phone wasn't physically broken id share u a screenshot every time soren came to say hi to me in FEH

rules: answer 30 questions and tag 10 blogs you would like to get to know better.

((alright but when have I ever followed the rules...... just sayin))

1. nicknames: reed... uh..... sometimes ppl call me weed to mock me but then i just punch them and its good (just kdding im weak as shit)

2. gender: hey so i find that if you don't identify yourself, people you talk to online are less likely to preemptively subconsciously stereotype you and therefore judge you before really getting to know you. So let's keep it that way. Unlock lvl 3 friendship before I reveal who I truly am to you LMFAO

3. Star sign: aries grr!

4. Height: 5'5", maybe 5'6" ??? idk man all i know is my little sister is taller than me and it makes me mad bc I personally am not that short!!!!

5. time: 2:16 am

6. bday: March 22

7. favorite bands: well shit uh, Sakanaction, Bump of Chicken, Dogcatcher, The Oh Hellos, FOB, Unison Square Garden.... im sure im missing something but... o well.

8. Favorite Solo Artist: I can't choose so u get all of em. Hachi (Yonezu Kenshi), Aimer, Sasakure.UK, Harito, Keichi Okabe, EMI EVANS god ,,, As well as a collection of, indie people,... and anyone that did the drakengard/nier osts / gravity rush 1 & 2 Osts, wow. seriuosly. Amazing.

9. Song stuck in my head right now: Douse shinundakara, (its a lie that its not stuck right now but its been for the past few days!) because I found the jp translation and made english lyrics and have been practicing hittin those high notes in the car on the way to school LMFAO.... same with hoshii no kieta by Aimer.;..... its like car karaoke hawhaw

10. Last movie I saw was. Uh. UHHH. In theaters, it was Hitmans Bodyguard, which by the way was campy and ridiculous and pretty funny if seen with the right people.

11. Last show I watched: was Rick and Morty, earlier today, in my school lounge on my computer. s3 ep 7 is really, really good. Like really good. It's also pretty fucked up.

12. when I created this blog: its been. A very. long time. this blog has only really ever been for reblogs... if u wanna chat w me find a discord server im part of and bother me there... or pm me, because i prefer one on one conversations even if im shit at keeping them going.

13. what I post: oh shit i answered this one already by accident OOPS UHHHH i reblog good art, shitty memes, and PSA's that I think are important. Im here to haev a good time. I have a seperate art blog that's in my about tab so there's that.

14. last thing I googled: the definition of the word galvanized. I am now slightly more verbose.

15. do I have any other blogs: like, two. artblog, old blog where I uploaded covers when I was in middle school, and a personal vent blog.... i accidently reblogged something to there though so I deleted it oops lmfao. But its ok, it was meant to be ephemeral and writing my thoughts down is therapeutic so I'll make another one once again.

16. do I get asks: literally never. Not even bots, LMFAO.

17. why did i choose my url: I've stuck with the name Reed for a really long time now but its also a pretty generic name, so i came up with this shitty pun and it stuck. it's probably my steam username too but like shifted around a little. any time i can't get 'reed' as a username i default to im.reed.ing or something like that.

18. followers: whoa, 175, really???? I get the impression that quite a few of them are inactive though, or i post so irregularly and infrequently that no one ever sees my posts LOL.

19. following: 380 and still counting. I turn on notifs for artblogs I really like!!! >;3

20. favorite snack for movie/tv: Honestly I used to not chow much while watching or itd be something generic like chips, but recently I started marathoning naruto of all things w a friend and we go to the asian supermarket beforehand and we get like a bunch of popped rice chips or sweets and various foods and some iteration of hi-chews and THAT is my favorite marathon snack tbh.

21. average hours of sleep: NEVER ENOUGH. It goes from like 2-3 hours on days when i have no self ocntrol... to like 12-16 on days when i... have no... self control.... lays down slowlyl.....

22. wHAT THE HECK THERES NO NUMVER 22 TRIKEY skdjhfksu cMON MANG

23. lucky number: my rng is shit but my favorite number is 4 because someone dear to me likes that number... but also because 4 is unlucky in some places, which I identify with.... but also bc 4 is the # of sides in a square/diamond, and squares are perfect and good shit and  aesthetic. My boyfriend is a squa-- //kicked jk jk  ramiel is a octohedron, i take it bac k ....

24. instrument: i can play the piano (barely) but I used to also do violin trumpet and a teeny bit of flute.... learned the ocarina too bc im a zelda nerd, and I dont mean that silly little 4-hole one. But I also sing and stuff and have been actively practicing, one day ill make a decent cover and learn to mix and be one of dem cool youtaites..... lays down slowly. this is fine.

25. what I am wearing right now: a lot of things,,, a watch, a hyper light drifter sweater. headphones, underwear, pants, a tshirt, socks, existential dread... u name it lol.

26. first celeb crush: since i honestly never cared much for real life celebrities, i'll just give you my anime/video game crushes instead and like...... wow i can't honestly remember my first ones???? oh shit wait OK it was probably both ashitaka and san, my first ghibli movie was mononokehime...  they are just so freaking coo l... ok thtas a lie i lowkey wanted to BE them. Both of them.

.... idk man u cant ask an aroace person what their crushes were bc idk what those are!!! I assume u just really really really like something/someone and thats that, I GUESS??? I wanted to be link too once upon a time. And nausicaa. and a good chunk of the soul calibur 2 cast, and starfire from oldtimey teen titans. i was a simple child ok???

27. dream job: listen thats complicated idk about what my dreams are for a job, but I do want to be an animator and a storyboarder and a game developer and a game tester and a movie critic and a cinematographer and a director and a story lead and an illustrator at some point, and gotta try it before I can knock it ya know?

28. Dream trip: anywhere, so long as its with the people I really love. One day, I'll pack a few things into my car and run away for a little while. I'll come back some day! But for those long hours on the road with another person or two, marvelling quietly at the world around them as it passes and listening to music in the car... that sounds like a nice temporary reprieve.

29. favorite food: i fucken love poki bowl. SPICY SEAFOOD + RICE YAAAaaas

30. nationality: was born in murica, but both my parents are immigrants from now-ukraine. So we all speak russian at home lul.

tagging people: ha, tags are for nerds. @one-becomes-two @trash-knights @nhiners @awishwee @deerwood @montejeska @queenchro @chicken-mcnobody DONT HAVE ANY MORE BLOGS I CAN REMEMBER this will have to do.

[jimdsmith34]

6 Ways To Make Sure Your First Festival Is The Greatest Experience Of Your Life

Although Ive always been an avid concert-goer, last summer was my full-on, camping-for-five-days music festival experience.

It was incredible: non-stop good music, friendly vibes, camping and the summer sun.

Needless to say, Ive already bought tickets to another festival this summer, and I am anxiously counting down the days.

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Like I said, Id been to many a concert before last year, but music festivals are a whole different creature.

Fortunately, I went with an experienced group of festival-goers who saved me from some rookie mistakes. But even so, I learned a few things the hard way.

For those of you attending your first festival this year, let me save you some of my mistakes, sunburns, blister and hangovers.

Here are the biggest lessons I learned last year on how to nail the festival experience:

1. Choose your clothing wisely.

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I cannot emphasize this point enough.

I beg you, put down your credit card and step away from the must-have festival gear section of whatever clothing company is currently spamming your inbox.

I get that everyone wants to look cute in all of their Instagram posts, Snapchats ad whatever, but consider what youll actually be doing.

You will be outside in the sun, jumping up and down, walking and standing for many hours.

Really, packing for a festival should resemble packing for a hiking trip more than a beach vacation: good shoes, comfortable clothing, hats and so on.

Accept that your hair and makeup, no matter how much effort you put into them, will look like a mess by the end of the day. (You magical creatures who have managed to subvert this, show me your ways.)

It may not sound sexy, but you will thank me for this advice on day two when you can still walk.

Dress for comfort and function.

Pro tips:

1. Wear good shoes.

Avoid those gladiator sandals. Whoever decided these were perfect shoes for the occasion is full of garbage.

You will be walking, standing and jumping around in a crowd for the majority of your day, and lets remember that festival grounds are dirt, grass and mud.

Youll definitely get blisters (and stupid tan lines), and your toes will be stomped to bits in the crowd.

Trust me, I wore sandals for approximately six hours my first day last year, and the combination of sweat, walking and mud gave me blisters that required me to wrap both feet in bandages to be able to walk the rest of the weekend.

I switched to athletic sneakers shortly after.

They looked ugly with my clothing (turns out bright blue Asics dont really go with much), but my feet felt MUCH better than they would have in other shoes, and my toes were mostly protected.

Your feet will hurt more after each day of this festival than they ever have in your entire life, so take care of them.

2. Avoid white clothing.

I left my campsite on day two wearing a cute crop top and high-waisted white shorts.

They lasted for ONE SET before turning brown from all the dust kicked up by the crowd.

I had to rush back and change before the next show, and the dirt never came out. After several washes, those shorts went in the trash.

Remember, you will be dirty and sweaty. Dress accordingly.

3. Your hair and makeup will be a mess by the end of the day.

Sweat plus sunscreen, plus dancing, plus humidity, plus desperately trying to cool off by getting wet makes this hard to avoid.

Embrace it.

4. Dress for comfort.

As Ive said, you will be dancing, running, standing and sweating a ton.

Whatever you put on your body, make sure it will still be comfortable once all of these forces are applied.

Chafing and blisters make your life harder for the rest of the weekend.

2. Stay (as) healthy (as possible).

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I know, this can be a tough one.

Music festivals are a beautiful combination of things that are bad for your body: loud noises, extended sun exposure, heat, terrible (delicious) food, drinking (and possibly other substances) and no sleep.

By all means, do whatever will make your festival experience the best possible time.

However, if you can sneak in some healthy habits around the fun, your body will thank you, especially when its 5 pm on the fourth day and youre starting to wonder what possessed you to actually pay money to live outside and be tired for four days straight.

Pro tips:

1. Get as much sleep as humanly possible.

I know Im a cranky bitch when I havent slept enough, but I wanted to stay up as late as possible to experience all the fun.

My compromise with myself? I stayed at the shows until I was ready to pass out.

Then, I dragged myself back to my tent, drank some water, put in earplugs, slipped on a face mask and passed out.

The mask and earplugs (and probably exhaustion, but whatever) worked wonders. I actually slept like a baby and woke up feeling relatively refreshed.

Do whatever you need to do to get as much sleep as you can around your schedule of fun. This is clutch.

2. Hydrate.

This is super important.

Heat and sun plus dancing and alcohol is a recipe for dehydration, and you dont want to be that guy who faints in the middle of Blink-182s set because you didnt drink enough water.

Start hydrating before you leave home, and keep drinking water, Gatorade, Pedialyte or whatever does it for you when you have a nasty hangover.

I drank a Gatorade before I went to sleep every night, and my mornings were far less of a struggle as a result.

3. Wear sunscreen.

Not to sound like your mom, but your life will be much easier if you can avoid getting sunburned during your festival weekend.

Trust me, it doesnt get EASIER to spend your entire day out in the sun when youre already as red as a lobster.

4. Eat a vegetable.

It can be tempting to grab your 14th slice of pizza and call it dinner after a day of partying when you only have 10 minutes until your next show.

However, I promise you, your body will start to rebel before the festival ends if you only feed it Red Bull, vodka and Doritos.

Bring as much food as you can (this also saves money), and try to pack some moderately healthy things along with the junk food and cheeseburgers.

Granola bars, fruit and nuts make an easy breakfast or a quick mid-day snack that your body wont hate you for.

Some food vendors actually offer vegetables and healthier options for sale inside the festival grounds.

I know theres no way a salad beats a grilled cheese, but your body can only take so many meals that your 5-year-old self would have chosen before it feels like garbage, especially when you throw in the other stressors of sun and heat and alcohol and lack of sleep.

Eat, like, one apple and some carrots. Trust me on this.

3. Prepare for the elements.

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This is another area where pack for camping is useful advice.

Remember youll basically be living outside for several days, and so you will be at the mercy of the weather.

Check the forecast before you pack, but be prepared for conditions that change quickly.

It will be hot, and you will be outside in the sun, so dress and act accordingly.

If youre camping, create some shade by putting up a canopy and hanging curtains or tapestries from the sides.

It might rain, so consider clothes and shoes that wont feel awful when wet, as well as a poncho.

Rain equals mud, so pack shoes that can hold up and wont get sucked into the ground like quicksand.

It cools off at night, so bring layers.

This one is a little weird, but prepare for dust! When the wind kicks up, it can create a small dust tornado on festival grounds, so be ready.

Have a bandanna you can cover your face with and sunglasses to protect your eyes, and wear clothes that wont be harmed by a little (or a lot) of dirt.

The point i, before you put something in your suitcase, ask yourself, Can this hold up in every weather condition?

If the answer is no, leave it home.

4. Have a plan for what you want to do, but be open to new experiences.

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Festivals can be overwhelming.

Theres always something to do, like socializing in your campsite, playing pick-up volleyball, trying new foods, having drinks at a festival bar and seeing the nonstop music playing on multiple stages at all times.

Go in with some sort of plan, even if its very loose.

You and your group should choose the bands you dont want to miss.

Then, schedule your days accordingly, and figure out how to navigate any schedule conflicts.

Fill in the remaining time with other activities.

However, the fact that you have a plan doesnt mean that you shouldnt be open to spontaneity and new experiences!

Stop by a random stage and see a band youve never heard before. Ask your camping neighbors if they want to play flip cup or throw around a frisbee.

Go to the Silent Disco, even if you dont know exactly what that is. See what you want to see, but be open to new experiences, too.

You wont regret it.

As an aside, try not to get so drunk that you cant make it out of your campsite. You miss both plans and new experiences when you pass out before the first show starts.

5. Make friends (also, dont lose your friends).

REUTERS

The advice surrounding friends is two-fold.

First, be open to making new friends! The vibe at festivals is amazing.

Everyone is happy and excited to be there, and everyone wants to meet everyone else.

If youre camping, befriend your neighbors. Talk to people while you wait in line for beer.

High-five strangers. Bond over your mutual love for The 1975 with the others around you in the crowd.

The friendly vibes are one of the things that makes the festival experience so special, so take advantage.

Also important: When hanging out with friends, new or old, try not to lose them.

Cell service in campsites and festival grounds is garbage, and unless you come prepared with a charging solution, your phone will probably die at least once.

Anytime you split up from friends, have a designated meeting place and time where youll find each other. Even if youre just getting in different food lines, choose a place you will meet up when finished.

This sounds like a bit much, but I promise it will help you.

When you say, Meh, well just *find* each other after this bathroom break, and you emerge to a crowd of 800 people also waiting for bathrooms, trying to find friends or standing around, just finding each other becomes somewhat harder.

Be specific: I will meet you next to this garbage can after you get your pizza and I get my salad (because I read this article and am eating a vegetable).

6. Have fun.

REUTERS

Festivals are an amazing weekend of great music, friends, camping, new experiences and fun.

Think about what will make this weekend the most fun for you, and then do it.

Dont worry if your outfit is less Kylie at Coachella and more James Franco in 127 Hours. (You probably wont have enough service to post that Insta anyway.)

The point isnt to look pretty or to check certain boxes that you should be doing. These weekends are packed to the brim with fun experiences waiting to be had, and youre right there in the middle of it all.

Take advantage, take lots of pictures and have one of the most memorable weekends of your life.

source http://allofbeer.com/2017/09/05/6-ways-to-make-sure-your-first-festival-is-the-greatest-experience-of-your-life/ from All of Beer http://allofbeer.blogspot.com/2017/09/6-ways-to-make-sure-your-first-festival.html

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6 Ways To Make Sure Your First Festival Is The Greatest Experience Of Your Life

Although Ive always been an avid concert-goer, last summer was my full-on, camping-for-five-days music festival experience.

It was incredible: non-stop good music, friendly vibes, camping and the summer sun.

Needless to say, Ive already bought tickets to another festival this summer, and I am anxiously counting down the days.

REUTERS

Like I said, Id been to many a concert before last year, but music festivals are a whole different creature.

Fortunately, I went with an experienced group of festival-goers who saved me from some rookie mistakes. But even so, I learned a few things the hard way.

For those of you attending your first festival this year, let me save you some of my mistakes, sunburns, blister and hangovers.

Here are the biggest lessons I learned last year on how to nail the festival experience:

1. Choose your clothing wisely.

Alexander Grabchilev

I cannot emphasize this point enough.

I beg you, put down your credit card and step away from the must-have festival gear section of whatever clothing company is currently spamming your inbox.

I get that everyone wants to look cute in all of their Instagram posts, Snapchats ad whatever, but consider what youll actually be doing.

You will be outside in the sun, jumping up and down, walking and standing for many hours.

Really, packing for a festival should resemble packing for a hiking trip more than a beach vacation: good shoes, comfortable clothing, hats and so on.

Accept that your hair and makeup, no matter how much effort you put into them, will look like a mess by the end of the day. (You magical creatures who have managed to subvert this, show me your ways.)

It may not sound sexy, but you will thank me for this advice on day two when you can still walk.

Dress for comfort and function.

Pro tips:

1. Wear good shoes.

Avoid those gladiator sandals. Whoever decided these were perfect shoes for the occasion is full of garbage.

You will be walking, standing and jumping around in a crowd for the majority of your day, and lets remember that festival grounds are dirt, grass and mud.

Youll definitely get blisters (and stupid tan lines), and your toes will be stomped to bits in the crowd.

Trust me, I wore sandals for approximately six hours my first day last year, and the combination of sweat, walking and mud gave me blisters that required me to wrap both feet in bandages to be able to walk the rest of the weekend.

I switched to athletic sneakers shortly after.

They looked ugly with my clothing (turns out bright blue Asics dont really go with much), but my feet felt MUCH better than they would have in other shoes, and my toes were mostly protected.

Your feet will hurt more after each day of this festival than they ever have in your entire life, so take care of them.

2. Avoid white clothing.

I left my campsite on day two wearing a cute crop top and high-waisted white shorts.

They lasted for ONE SET before turning brown from all the dust kicked up by the crowd.

I had to rush back and change before the next show, and the dirt never came out. After several washes, those shorts went in the trash.

Remember, you will be dirty and sweaty. Dress accordingly.

3. Your hair and makeup will be a mess by the end of the day.

Sweat plus sunscreen, plus dancing, plus humidity, plus desperately trying to cool off by getting wet makes this hard to avoid.

Embrace it.

4. Dress for comfort.

As Ive said, you will be dancing, running, standing and sweating a ton.

Whatever you put on your body, make sure it will still be comfortable once all of these forces are applied.

Chafing and blisters make your life harder for the rest of the weekend.

2. Stay (as) healthy (as possible).

REUTERS

I know, this can be a tough one.

Music festivals are a beautiful combination of things that are bad for your body: loud noises, extended sun exposure, heat, terrible (delicious) food, drinking (and possibly other substances) and no sleep.

By all means, do whatever will make your festival experience the best possible time.

However, if you can sneak in some healthy habits around the fun, your body will thank you, especially when its 5 pm on the fourth day and youre starting to wonder what possessed you to actually pay money to live outside and be tired for four days straight.

Pro tips:

1. Get as much sleep as humanly possible.

I know Im a cranky bitch when I havent slept enough, but I wanted to stay up as late as possible to experience all the fun.

My compromise with myself? I stayed at the shows until I was ready to pass out.

Then, I dragged myself back to my tent, drank some water, put in earplugs, slipped on a face mask and passed out.

The mask and earplugs (and probably exhaustion, but whatever) worked wonders. I actually slept like a baby and woke up feeling relatively refreshed.

Do whatever you need to do to get as much sleep as you can around your schedule of fun. This is clutch.

2. Hydrate.

This is super important.

Heat and sun plus dancing and alcohol is a recipe for dehydration, and you dont want to be that guy who faints in the middle of Blink-182s set because you didnt drink enough water.

Start hydrating before you leave home, and keep drinking water, Gatorade, Pedialyte or whatever does it for you when you have a nasty hangover.

I drank a Gatorade before I went to sleep every night, and my mornings were far less of a struggle as a result.

3. Wear sunscreen.

Not to sound like your mom, but your life will be much easier if you can avoid getting sunburned during your festival weekend.

Trust me, it doesnt get EASIER to spend your entire day out in the sun when youre already as red as a lobster.

4. Eat a vegetable.

It can be tempting to grab your 14th slice of pizza and call it dinner after a day of partying when you only have 10 minutes until your next show.

However, I promise you, your body will start to rebel before the festival ends if you only feed it Red Bull, vodka and Doritos.

Bring as much food as you can (this also saves money), and try to pack some moderately healthy things along with the junk food and cheeseburgers.

Granola bars, fruit and nuts make an easy breakfast or a quick mid-day snack that your body wont hate you for.

Some food vendors actually offer vegetables and healthier options for sale inside the festival grounds.

I know theres no way a salad beats a grilled cheese, but your body can only take so many meals that your 5-year-old self would have chosen before it feels like garbage, especially when you throw in the other stressors of sun and heat and alcohol and lack of sleep.

Eat, like, one apple and some carrots. Trust me on this.

3. Prepare for the elements.

REUTERS

This is another area where pack for camping is useful advice.

Remember youll basically be living outside for several days, and so you will be at the mercy of the weather.

Check the forecast before you pack, but be prepared for conditions that change quickly.

It will be hot, and you will be outside in the sun, so dress and act accordingly.

If youre camping, create some shade by putting up a canopy and hanging curtains or tapestries from the sides.

It might rain, so consider clothes and shoes that wont feel awful when wet, as well as a poncho.

Rain equals mud, so pack shoes that can hold up and wont get sucked into the ground like quicksand.

It cools off at night, so bring layers.

This one is a little weird, but prepare for dust! When the wind kicks up, it can create a small dust tornado on festival grounds, so be ready.

Have a bandanna you can cover your face with and sunglasses to protect your eyes, and wear clothes that wont be harmed by a little (or a lot) of dirt.

The point i, before you put something in your suitcase, ask yourself, Can this hold up in every weather condition?

If the answer is no, leave it home.

4. Have a plan for what you want to do, but be open to new experiences.

REUTERS

Festivals can be overwhelming.

Theres always something to do, like socializing in your campsite, playing pick-up volleyball, trying new foods, having drinks at a festival bar and seeing the nonstop music playing on multiple stages at all times.

Go in with some sort of plan, even if its very loose.

You and your group should choose the bands you dont want to miss.

Then, schedule your days accordingly, and figure out how to navigate any schedule conflicts.

Fill in the remaining time with other activities.

However, the fact that you have a plan doesnt mean that you shouldnt be open to spontaneity and new experiences!

Stop by a random stage and see a band youve never heard before. Ask your camping neighbors if they want to play flip cup or throw around a frisbee.

Go to the Silent Disco, even if you dont know exactly what that is. See what you want to see, but be open to new experiences, too.

You wont regret it.

As an aside, try not to get so drunk that you cant make it out of your campsite. You miss both plans and new experiences when you pass out before the first show starts.

5. Make friends (also, dont lose your friends).

REUTERS

The advice surrounding friends is two-fold.

First, be open to making new friends! The vibe at festivals is amazing.

Everyone is happy and excited to be there, and everyone wants to meet everyone else.

If youre camping, befriend your neighbors. Talk to people while you wait in line for beer.

High-five strangers. Bond over your mutual love for The 1975 with the others around you in the crowd.

The friendly vibes are one of the things that makes the festival experience so special, so take advantage.

Also important: When hanging out with friends, new or old, try not to lose them.

Cell service in campsites and festival grounds is garbage, and unless you come prepared with a charging solution, your phone will probably die at least once.

Anytime you split up from friends, have a designated meeting place and time where youll find each other. Even if youre just getting in different food lines, choose a place you will meet up when finished.

This sounds like a bit much, but I promise it will help you.

When you say, Meh, well just *find* each other after this bathroom break, and you emerge to a crowd of 800 people also waiting for bathrooms, trying to find friends or standing around, just finding each other becomes somewhat harder.

Be specific: I will meet you next to this garbage can after you get your pizza and I get my salad (because I read this article and am eating a vegetable).

6. Have fun.

REUTERS

Festivals are an amazing weekend of great music, friends, camping, new experiences and fun.

Think about what will make this weekend the most fun for you, and then do it.

Dont worry if your outfit is less Kylie at Coachella and more James Franco in 127 Hours. (You probably wont have enough service to post that Insta anyway.)

The point isnt to look pretty or to check certain boxes that you should be doing. These weekends are packed to the brim with fun experiences waiting to be had, and youre right there in the middle of it all.

Take advantage, take lots of pictures and have one of the most memorable weekends of your life.

Source: http://allofbeer.com/2017/09/05/6-ways-to-make-sure-your-first-festival-is-the-greatest-experience-of-your-life/

from All of Beer https://allofbeer.wordpress.com/2017/09/05/6-ways-to-make-sure-your-first-festival-is-the-greatest-experience-of-your-life/

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6 Ways To Make Sure Your First Festival Is The Greatest Experience Of Your Life

Although Ive always been an avid concert-goer, last summer was my full-on, camping-for-five-days music festival experience.

It was incredible: non-stop good music, friendly vibes, camping and the summer sun.

Needless to say, Ive already bought tickets to another festival this summer, and I am anxiously counting down the days.

REUTERS

Like I said, Id been to many a concert before last year, but music festivals are a whole different creature.

Fortunately, I went with an experienced group of festival-goers who saved me from some rookie mistakes. But even so, I learned a few things the hard way.

For those of you attending your first festival this year, let me save you some of my mistakes, sunburns, blister and hangovers.

Here are the biggest lessons I learned last year on how to nail the festival experience:

1. Choose your clothing wisely.

Alexander Grabchilev

I cannot emphasize this point enough.

I beg you, put down your credit card and step away from the must-have festival gear section of whatever clothing company is currently spamming your inbox.

I get that everyone wants to look cute in all of their Instagram posts, Snapchats ad whatever, but consider what youll actually be doing.

You will be outside in the sun, jumping up and down, walking and standing for many hours.

Really, packing for a festival should resemble packing for a hiking trip more than a beach vacation: good shoes, comfortable clothing, hats and so on.

Accept that your hair and makeup, no matter how much effort you put into them, will look like a mess by the end of the day. (You magical creatures who have managed to subvert this, show me your ways.)

It may not sound sexy, but you will thank me for this advice on day two when you can still walk.

Dress for comfort and function.

Pro tips:

1. Wear good shoes.

Avoid those gladiator sandals. Whoever decided these were perfect shoes for the occasion is full of garbage.

You will be walking, standing and jumping around in a crowd for the majority of your day, and lets remember that festival grounds are dirt, grass and mud.

Youll definitely get blisters (and stupid tan lines), and your toes will be stomped to bits in the crowd.

Trust me, I wore sandals for approximately six hours my first day last year, and the combination of sweat, walking and mud gave me blisters that required me to wrap both feet in bandages to be able to walk the rest of the weekend.

I switched to athletic sneakers shortly after.

They looked ugly with my clothing (turns out bright blue Asics dont really go with much), but my feet felt MUCH better than they would have in other shoes, and my toes were mostly protected.

Your feet will hurt more after each day of this festival than they ever have in your entire life, so take care of them.

2. Avoid white clothing.

I left my campsite on day two wearing a cute crop top and high-waisted white shorts.

They lasted for ONE SET before turning brown from all the dust kicked up by the crowd.

I had to rush back and change before the next show, and the dirt never came out. After several washes, those shorts went in the trash.

Remember, you will be dirty and sweaty. Dress accordingly.

3. Your hair and makeup will be a mess by the end of the day.

Sweat plus sunscreen, plus dancing, plus humidity, plus desperately trying to cool off by getting wet makes this hard to avoid.

Embrace it.

4. Dress for comfort.

As Ive said, you will be dancing, running, standing and sweating a ton.

Whatever you put on your body, make sure it will still be comfortable once all of these forces are applied.

Chafing and blisters make your life harder for the rest of the weekend.

2. Stay (as) healthy (as possible).

REUTERS

I know, this can be a tough one.

Music festivals are a beautiful combination of things that are bad for your body: loud noises, extended sun exposure, heat, terrible (delicious) food, drinking (and possibly other substances) and no sleep.

By all means, do whatever will make your festival experience the best possible time.

However, if you can sneak in some healthy habits around the fun, your body will thank you, especially when its 5 pm on the fourth day and youre starting to wonder what possessed you to actually pay money to live outside and be tired for four days straight.

Pro tips:

1. Get as much sleep as humanly possible.

I know Im a cranky bitch when I havent slept enough, but I wanted to stay up as late as possible to experience all the fun.

My compromise with myself? I stayed at the shows until I was ready to pass out.

Then, I dragged myself back to my tent, drank some water, put in earplugs, slipped on a face mask and passed out.

The mask and earplugs (and probably exhaustion, but whatever) worked wonders. I actually slept like a baby and woke up feeling relatively refreshed.

Do whatever you need to do to get as much sleep as you can around your schedule of fun. This is clutch.

2. Hydrate.

This is super important.

Heat and sun plus dancing and alcohol is a recipe for dehydration, and you dont want to be that guy who faints in the middle of Blink-182s set because you didnt drink enough water.

Start hydrating before you leave home, and keep drinking water, Gatorade, Pedialyte or whatever does it for you when you have a nasty hangover.

I drank a Gatorade before I went to sleep every night, and my mornings were far less of a struggle as a result.

3. Wear sunscreen.

Not to sound like your mom, but your life will be much easier if you can avoid getting sunburned during your festival weekend.

Trust me, it doesnt get EASIER to spend your entire day out in the sun when youre already as red as a lobster.

4. Eat a vegetable.

It can be tempting to grab your 14th slice of pizza and call it dinner after a day of partying when you only have 10 minutes until your next show.

However, I promise you, your body will start to rebel before the festival ends if you only feed it Red Bull, vodka and Doritos.

Bring as much food as you can (this also saves money), and try to pack some moderately healthy things along with the junk food and cheeseburgers.

Granola bars, fruit and nuts make an easy breakfast or a quick mid-day snack that your body wont hate you for.

Some food vendors actually offer vegetables and healthier options for sale inside the festival grounds.

I know theres no way a salad beats a grilled cheese, but your body can only take so many meals that your 5-year-old self would have chosen before it feels like garbage, especially when you throw in the other stressors of sun and heat and alcohol and lack of sleep.

Eat, like, one apple and some carrots. Trust me on this.

3. Prepare for the elements.

REUTERS

This is another area where pack for camping is useful advice.

Remember youll basically be living outside for several days, and so you will be at the mercy of the weather.

Check the forecast before you pack, but be prepared for conditions that change quickly.

It will be hot, and you will be outside in the sun, so dress and act accordingly.

If youre camping, create some shade by putting up a canopy and hanging curtains or tapestries from the sides.

It might rain, so consider clothes and shoes that wont feel awful when wet, as well as a poncho.

Rain equals mud, so pack shoes that can hold up and wont get sucked into the ground like quicksand.

It cools off at night, so bring layers.

This one is a little weird, but prepare for dust! When the wind kicks up, it can create a small dust tornado on festival grounds, so be ready.

Have a bandanna you can cover your face with and sunglasses to protect your eyes, and wear clothes that wont be harmed by a little (or a lot) of dirt.

The point i, before you put something in your suitcase, ask yourself, Can this hold up in every weather condition?

If the answer is no, leave it home.

4. Have a plan for what you want to do, but be open to new experiences.

REUTERS

Festivals can be overwhelming.

Theres always something to do, like socializing in your campsite, playing pick-up volleyball, trying new foods, having drinks at a festival bar and seeing the nonstop music playing on multiple stages at all times.

Go in with some sort of plan, even if its very loose.

You and your group should choose the bands you dont want to miss.

Then, schedule your days accordingly, and figure out how to navigate any schedule conflicts.

Fill in the remaining time with other activities.

However, the fact that you have a plan doesnt mean that you shouldnt be open to spontaneity and new experiences!

Stop by a random stage and see a band youve never heard before. Ask your camping neighbors if they want to play flip cup or throw around a frisbee.

Go to the Silent Disco, even if you dont know exactly what that is. See what you want to see, but be open to new experiences, too.

You wont regret it.

As an aside, try not to get so drunk that you cant make it out of your campsite. You miss both plans and new experiences when you pass out before the first show starts.

5. Make friends (also, dont lose your friends).

REUTERS

The advice surrounding friends is two-fold.

First, be open to making new friends! The vibe at festivals is amazing.

Everyone is happy and excited to be there, and everyone wants to meet everyone else.

If youre camping, befriend your neighbors. Talk to people while you wait in line for beer.

High-five strangers. Bond over your mutual love for The 1975 with the others around you in the crowd.

The friendly vibes are one of the things that makes the festival experience so special, so take advantage.

Also important: When hanging out with friends, new or old, try not to lose them.

Cell service in campsites and festival grounds is garbage, and unless you come prepared with a charging solution, your phone will probably die at least once.

Anytime you split up from friends, have a designated meeting place and time where youll find each other. Even if youre just getting in different food lines, choose a place you will meet up when finished.

This sounds like a bit much, but I promise it will help you.

When you say, Meh, well just *find* each other after this bathroom break, and you emerge to a crowd of 800 people also waiting for bathrooms, trying to find friends or standing around, just finding each other becomes somewhat harder.

Be specific: I will meet you next to this garbage can after you get your pizza and I get my salad (because I read this article and am eating a vegetable).

6. Have fun.

REUTERS

Festivals are an amazing weekend of great music, friends, camping, new experiences and fun.

Think about what will make this weekend the most fun for you, and then do it.

Dont worry if your outfit is less Kylie at Coachella and more James Franco in 127 Hours. (You probably wont have enough service to post that Insta anyway.)

The point isnt to look pretty or to check certain boxes that you should be doing. These weekends are packed to the brim with fun experiences waiting to be had, and youre right there in the middle of it all.

Take advantage, take lots of pictures and have one of the most memorable weekends of your life.

from All Of Beer http://allofbeer.com/2017/09/05/6-ways-to-make-sure-your-first-festival-is-the-greatest-experience-of-your-life/ from All of Beer https://allofbeercom.tumblr.com/post/164996257557

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6 Ways To Make Sure Your First Festival Is The Greatest Experience Of Your Life

Although Ive always been an avid concert-goer, last summer was my full-on, camping-for-five-days music festival experience.

It was incredible: non-stop good music, friendly vibes, camping and the summer sun.

Needless to say, Ive already bought tickets to another festival this summer, and I am anxiously counting down the days.

REUTERS

Like I said, Id been to many a concert before last year, but music festivals are a whole different creature.

Fortunately, I went with an experienced group of festival-goers who saved me from some rookie mistakes. But even so, I learned a few things the hard way.

For those of you attending your first festival this year, let me save you some of my mistakes, sunburns, blister and hangovers.

Here are the biggest lessons I learned last year on how to nail the festival experience:

1. Choose your clothing wisely.

Alexander Grabchilev

I cannot emphasize this point enough.

I beg you, put down your credit card and step away from the must-have festival gear section of whatever clothing company is currently spamming your inbox.

I get that everyone wants to look cute in all of their Instagram posts, Snapchats ad whatever, but consider what youll actually be doing.

You will be outside in the sun, jumping up and down, walking and standing for many hours.

Really, packing for a festival should resemble packing for a hiking trip more than a beach vacation: good shoes, comfortable clothing, hats and so on.

Accept that your hair and makeup, no matter how much effort you put into them, will look like a mess by the end of the day. (You magical creatures who have managed to subvert this, show me your ways.)

It may not sound sexy, but you will thank me for this advice on day two when you can still walk.

Dress for comfort and function.

Pro tips:

1. Wear good shoes.

Avoid those gladiator sandals. Whoever decided these were perfect shoes for the occasion is full of garbage.

You will be walking, standing and jumping around in a crowd for the majority of your day, and lets remember that festival grounds are dirt, grass and mud.

Youll definitely get blisters (and stupid tan lines), and your toes will be stomped to bits in the crowd.

Trust me, I wore sandals for approximately six hours my first day last year, and the combination of sweat, walking and mud gave me blisters that required me to wrap both feet in bandages to be able to walk the rest of the weekend.

I switched to athletic sneakers shortly after.

They looked ugly with my clothing (turns out bright blue Asics dont really go with much), but my feet felt MUCH better than they would have in other shoes, and my toes were mostly protected.

Your feet will hurt more after each day of this festival than they ever have in your entire life, so take care of them.

2. Avoid white clothing.

I left my campsite on day two wearing a cute crop top and high-waisted white shorts.

They lasted for ONE SET before turning brown from all the dust kicked up by the crowd.

I had to rush back and change before the next show, and the dirt never came out. After several washes, those shorts went in the trash.

Remember, you will be dirty and sweaty. Dress accordingly.

3. Your hair and makeup will be a mess by the end of the day.

Sweat plus sunscreen, plus dancing, plus humidity, plus desperately trying to cool off by getting wet makes this hard to avoid.

Embrace it.

4. Dress for comfort.

As Ive said, you will be dancing, running, standing and sweating a ton.

Whatever you put on your body, make sure it will still be comfortable once all of these forces are applied.

Chafing and blisters make your life harder for the rest of the weekend.

2. Stay (as) healthy (as possible).

REUTERS

I know, this can be a tough one.

Music festivals are a beautiful combination of things that are bad for your body: loud noises, extended sun exposure, heat, terrible (delicious) food, drinking (and possibly other substances) and no sleep.

By all means, do whatever will make your festival experience the best possible time.

However, if you can sneak in some healthy habits around the fun, your body will thank you, especially when its 5 pm on the fourth day and youre starting to wonder what possessed you to actually pay money to live outside and be tired for four days straight.

Pro tips:

1. Get as much sleep as humanly possible.

I know Im a cranky bitch when I havent slept enough, but I wanted to stay up as late as possible to experience all the fun.

My compromise with myself? I stayed at the shows until I was ready to pass out.

Then, I dragged myself back to my tent, drank some water, put in earplugs, slipped on a face mask and passed out.

The mask and earplugs (and probably exhaustion, but whatever) worked wonders. I actually slept like a baby and woke up feeling relatively refreshed.

Do whatever you need to do to get as much sleep as you can around your schedule of fun. This is clutch.

2. Hydrate.

This is super important.

Heat and sun plus dancing and alcohol is a recipe for dehydration, and you dont want to be that guy who faints in the middle of Blink-182s set because you didnt drink enough water.

Start hydrating before you leave home, and keep drinking water, Gatorade, Pedialyte or whatever does it for you when you have a nasty hangover.

I drank a Gatorade before I went to sleep every night, and my mornings were far less of a struggle as a result.

3. Wear sunscreen.

Not to sound like your mom, but your life will be much easier if you can avoid getting sunburned during your festival weekend.

Trust me, it doesnt get EASIER to spend your entire day out in the sun when youre already as red as a lobster.

4. Eat a vegetable.

It can be tempting to grab your 14th slice of pizza and call it dinner after a day of partying when you only have 10 minutes until your next show.

However, I promise you, your body will start to rebel before the festival ends if you only feed it Red Bull, vodka and Doritos.

Bring as much food as you can (this also saves money), and try to pack some moderately healthy things along with the junk food and cheeseburgers.

Granola bars, fruit and nuts make an easy breakfast or a quick mid-day snack that your body wont hate you for.

Some food vendors actually offer vegetables and healthier options for sale inside the festival grounds.

I know theres no way a salad beats a grilled cheese, but your body can only take so many meals that your 5-year-old self would have chosen before it feels like garbage, especially when you throw in the other stressors of sun and heat and alcohol and lack of sleep.

Eat, like, one apple and some carrots. Trust me on this.

3. Prepare for the elements.

REUTERS

This is another area where pack for camping is useful advice.

Remember youll basically be living outside for several days, and so you will be at the mercy of the weather.

Check the forecast before you pack, but be prepared for conditions that change quickly.

It will be hot, and you will be outside in the sun, so dress and act accordingly.

If youre camping, create some shade by putting up a canopy and hanging curtains or tapestries from the sides.

It might rain, so consider clothes and shoes that wont feel awful when wet, as well as a poncho.

Rain equals mud, so pack shoes that can hold up and wont get sucked into the ground like quicksand.

It cools off at night, so bring layers.

This one is a little weird, but prepare for dust! When the wind kicks up, it can create a small dust tornado on festival grounds, so be ready.

Have a bandanna you can cover your face with and sunglasses to protect your eyes, and wear clothes that wont be harmed by a little (or a lot) of dirt.

The point i, before you put something in your suitcase, ask yourself, Can this hold up in every weather condition?

If the answer is no, leave it home.

4. Have a plan for what you want to do, but be open to new experiences.

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Festivals can be overwhelming.

Theres always something to do, like socializing in your campsite, playing pick-up volleyball, trying new foods, having drinks at a festival bar and seeing the nonstop music playing on multiple stages at all times.

Go in with some sort of plan, even if its very loose.

You and your group should choose the bands you dont want to miss.

Then, schedule your days accordingly, and figure out how to navigate any schedule conflicts.

Fill in the remaining time with other activities.

However, the fact that you have a plan doesnt mean that you shouldnt be open to spontaneity and new experiences!

Stop by a random stage and see a band youve never heard before. Ask your camping neighbors if they want to play flip cup or throw around a frisbee.

Go to the Silent Disco, even if you dont know exactly what that is. See what you want to see, but be open to new experiences, too.

You wont regret it.

As an aside, try not to get so drunk that you cant make it out of your campsite. You miss both plans and new experiences when you pass out before the first show starts.

5. Make friends (also, dont lose your friends).

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The advice surrounding friends is two-fold.

First, be open to making new friends! The vibe at festivals is amazing.

Everyone is happy and excited to be there, and everyone wants to meet everyone else.

If youre camping, befriend your neighbors. Talk to people while you wait in line for beer.

High-five strangers. Bond over your mutual love for The 1975 with the others around you in the crowd.

The friendly vibes are one of the things that makes the festival experience so special, so take advantage.

Also important: When hanging out with friends, new or old, try not to lose them.

Cell service in campsites and festival grounds is garbage, and unless you come prepared with a charging solution, your phone will probably die at least once.

Anytime you split up from friends, have a designated meeting place and time where youll find each other. Even if youre just getting in different food lines, choose a place you will meet up when finished.

This sounds like a bit much, but I promise it will help you.

When you say, Meh, well just *find* each other after this bathroom break, and you emerge to a crowd of 800 people also waiting for bathrooms, trying to find friends or standing around, just finding each other becomes somewhat harder.

Be specific: I will meet you next to this garbage can after you get your pizza and I get my salad (because I read this article and am eating a vegetable).

6. Have fun.

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Festivals are an amazing weekend of great music, friends, camping, new experiences and fun.

Think about what will make this weekend the most fun for you, and then do it.

Dont worry if your outfit is less Kylie at Coachella and more James Franco in 127 Hours. (You probably wont have enough service to post that Insta anyway.)

The point isnt to look pretty or to check certain boxes that you should be doing. These weekends are packed to the brim with fun experiences waiting to be had, and youre right there in the middle of it all.

Take advantage, take lots of pictures and have one of the most memorable weekends of your life.

from All Of Beer http://allofbeer.com/2017/09/05/6-ways-to-make-sure-your-first-festival-is-the-greatest-experience-of-your-life/