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teaabexx · 9 months ago

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It is I, the Wizard!

How about a four reuniting with his wife/husband after the journey?

im pissed. I wrote the whole thing it was soo good and i forgot to save it in my drafts. I hate life.

ANYWAYYY THAT DOESN'T MEAN I WON'T WRITE AGAIN LOOOL

SAFE FOR EVERYONE HAHA

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Took you long enough...

"nothing..." You sighed as you closed your mailbox. No letters at all.

Four months passed and still no letters. Now you were really worried, Four would always send you letters. Everyday when he could, but now four months ? Mh-mh too much time that was weird. The last time he sent you a letter was when he explained to you the poor situation of Wolfie, how he got hurt, how much time it took to heal him... And then nothing.

What if Wolfie unconsciously contaminated Four and they both died ? What if Four sacrificed himself to save his friends ? What if he got stepped on when he was a Minish ? Worst. What if he found another lover. Sike. He loves you too much. But still what if a monster actually ate him when he was a minish? Doesn't help that he already was short in his normal from.

All these thoughts running through your head were making you sick.

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The same day, you were hanging out the laundry in front of your house. You heard someone coughing. You ignored it, you're a paysan not a doctor. Another cough. Louder. Louder. LOUDER !! You frowned.

"AHEM ?!" The person said. You turned around with a frown and you were ready to toss a sock at them. You dropped the sock and your eyes widened. ''...''. The same person started laughing.

"Took you long enough to- OOF—" you interrupted him. Your arms wrapped tightly around his chest taking in his scent and warmth. You missed it. You missed him. He was back. He was here, with you. He was here and alive, not a single scar. Both arms and legs. He didn't get eaten by a monster. Arms that were now wrapping around your body. He rested his chin against your hair breathing your scent too. Both of you missed each other's sent, company, touch... everything. You felt him smile and he started rubbing your back in a slow, comforting motion. He whispered softly

"I'm back..."

"you're back..." You echoed in a small whimper.

It got his attention. He leaned his head back slightly and lifted your chin from his chest with a worried expression. He saw your eyes full of tears and his own eyes started to get wet.

''You're crying ?! Jewel no don't cry please...your tears are too precious for you to waste them like that " He wiped your tears away, with a gesture so gentle that you almost didn't feel it. You sniffled and hugged him tighter. Your teary eyes looking up at him sadly.

"what happened?" You asked. "You haven't sent a letter in four months, i was worried."

He kissed your forhead and cheek gently, his thumb wiping away the tears from your eyes and cheeks. He looked down at your face and immediately felt bad. "I kinda wanted to surprise you...?" He admitted.

"By worrying me ? I thought you were dead !! Do you understand that ?" You scolded him. "Sorry, sorry..." He wanted to chuckle because of your 'authority' but he also felt guilty for worrying you that much. You pulled his bandana from his forehead and released it which whipped his forehead slightly. He winced. ''ow ! Hey I'm supposed to have a welcome kiss not...that !!'' he whined and rubbed his forehead.

"you don't deserve that kiss." You let go of him and we're trying to struggle out of his grip but he didn't let you, his grip was tight. Not tight enough to hurt you but still, he pulled you closer by the waist and whined again, hiding his head in the crook of your neck. He muttered. "I apologized..." He felt you trying to fight his grasp but he didn't budge, holding you close to him. He sighed and moved one hand from your waist to his pocket looking for something inside. He pulled out a small box and handed it to you. You looked down at the box and frowned. You took advantage of the fact that he held you with one hand to escape from his grip and walked towards your house. You still took the box tho.

Four was staring at you from the garden, he sighed and rubbed his temples. "You fucked up" "nobody asked"

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"can I come in jewel ? It's cold outside" A muffled voice coming from outside the window. You ignored him. He sighed and walked away, well at least away from your sight. He was behind the door. He used his cap to turn into a minish and snuck in the small gap between the door and the ground to enter the house. When he was finally inside he sighed and ran towards the kitchen, where you were standing. When he reached you he looked up at you and cleared his throat.

"Can I explain myself please ?" You just stared. He sighed, walking towards you while talking. "Hey listen, I know I shouldn't have done that that but— what ? why are you laughing?" He demanded slightly confused and pissed. You were laughing so loud that you needed to hold onto something or you'll fall on the floor. ''your Minish voice is killing me- AH—!!"

He pinned you to the counter and held your jaw harshly, but not harsh enough to hurt you. He would never. When did he become tall?! (well uh... Taller than a Minish I mean). Suddenly you were the one feeling small now. "Did you open the box ?" He asked. He stared down at you waiting for an answer. You just lifted your hair to show him the necklace. A silver chain with the first letter of your name made of diamonds. Small red, green, blue and purple grains entered the chains of the necklace. Four smiled in satisfaction and kissed your cheek and caressing the other with his thumb.

"Good. Can I have my kiss now ?" Tilting his head towards yours, your noses brushing slightly, his breath hitting your lips. You sighed and placed your hands on his shoulder "you still didn't explain why…" Four stopped leaning closer, he closed his eyes and placed his forhead against yours. "I'll tell you I promise...but now I just need my lover's company, can you love me a bit please ?" You nodded and finally let him lean closer. He sighed in relief when his lips finally touched yours, as if he waited for years and years for you to kiss him. His hands wrapped around your waist tightly and one of his hands trailed from your waist to the back of your head, pulling you closer. He was mumbling incoherent things against your mouth as you both kissed lovingly

Forget all the worries of before..

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#the legend of zelda #linked universe #lu four #linked universe four #four swordstlo #tloz #four x reader #lu four x reader #lu x reader #linked universe x reader

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disarmingly · 7 years ago

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about yoonkook, studio visits, and subtlety (or lack thereof)

"they're catching on." yoongi shrugs. namjoon sighs, arms folded, shoulder digging into the doorframe of genius lab. "i see no reason to lie," yoongi says. namjoon makes a sound half choke half laugh and all desert dry. says, "sure you do."

the joke among the seven of them is that the real married couple isn't even dating and yoongi guesses that's fairly accurate. it feels sometimes like he and namjoon did date and it's not the first nor the last time that it occurs to him how crucial the word 'relationship' is; because it carries the weight of words society more often recognizes such as boyfriend or girlfriend without actually being either one. sometimes when yoongi looks at namjoon he sees the sea and sometimes when he looks at namjoon he sees the sky and sometimes he just sees namjoon -- the boy he fought with mercilessly for a long long time; the boy he has grown up with for a long long time. he sees what he maybe was afraid for a while he would never see: his friend. pushing his hat back off of his head, yoongi runs his fingers through his hair -- fond of this shade despite not being fond of the process to get it there -- and leans in his chair, blinks slow and cat-like. "it's honestly funny to me that it's taken this long," yoongi says and namjoon will give that one to him because it's funny to him too -- funny and extremely stressful, but that's being the leader for you. "at least jungkook tries," namjoon says and yoongi rolls his eyes so hard it looks like they'll stay that way. "'only heard of'," yoongi imitates jungkook's little behind the scenes foray into his studio. namjoon nods. "did you really have to out him like that?" and yoongi can hear what namjoon really means so he shrugs, stands and winces when his knee cracks. he's not old but he definitely feels old, sometimes. "i was just being normal." "yoongi." "look," and the way yoongi gets into namjoon's space once would have been a challenge, would have been a fight, would have been the ground shifting underneath both of them; right now it's just how they are, how yoongi sees them as he straightens namjoon's sweater -- askew because it's a little too big in the shoulders -- and says, "it's not like i'm going to come out and say 'my boyfriend, jungkook' any time soon." the way namjoon exhales has yoongi's brows shooting up. "you were really worried." "am worried. present tense please," namjoon says but he's smiling because he can't help it; because he loves yoongi, loves jungkook, and as a result wants all the things for them he cannot actually provide. at least, not yet. continues, "but if you say you've got it under control--" "i do." pause. "we do." "we who?" they turn to see jungkook -- freshly showered and pink in his cheeks and still showing the paper thin edges of having been sick (and then nearly having made himself sick anew feeling guilty for getting seokjin sick as well) and glasses sliding down his nose. he gives the impression of a buoyant sixteen even though he's definitely not. underneath that both yoongi and namjoon see the same subtle proofs of their life together: the clever sunshine that jungkook got from hoseok, the shifting of his weight that says he's looking for dialogue that hasn't happened yet (this from namjoon himself), the biting of his lip a habit from both jimin and taehyung as well as the uncertain half-laugh, his arms full of food because he knows yoongi doesn't eat enough when he's creating -- good practice gleaned from seokjin, and-- "is that mine?" yoongi squints at the plaid wrapped around jungkook's trim waist. jungkook ignores him. "here," he says passing the bags of food to him before turning his gaze to namjoon and repeating, "'we'?" namjoon claps a hand down on jungkook's shoulder, squeezes, leans down to whisper something against his ear, and leaves. "i thought you were staying!" yoongi sort of yells after him. namjoon waves a vaguely dismissive hand. "later," he calls back without looking. yoongi blinks at all the food. "i didn't ask for--" "are you going to let me in or what?" jungkook interrupts again. yoongi makes a face but does as he's asked (read: demanded) of and steps aside. jungkook wastes no time in flopping back onto the couch, bouncing slightly. "seriously i can't eat all of this," yoongi frowns even as he takes things out carefully on the floor -- far away from the equipment, or as far as he can get. they've eaten in here countless times and it's fine but taking the basic precautions is always a good idea. he rifles through until he finds the second set of chopsticks and uses his extended reach to prod jungkook's leg. "hey you better help me." sleepy eyes open and yoongi just stares because he can never quite get used to it: how jungkook smiles at him. and it's not even accurate anymore to say 'how jungkook smiles when it's just them' because it hasn't been that way in a long time. namjoon says fans are catching on and most of yoongi has one feeling on this: well took you long enough. but he knows what their leader means, what his best friend means: be careful. but jungkook makes it so easy to just be...whatever they are, in private, in public, in between; sometimes yoongi forgets the difference. at least right now they're alone, so when he smiles back he can say, soft the way love can be soft, "glad you're feeling better." "mmhmm," jungkook rolls off the couch onto the floor, folds his legs up under him neat and childlike. they sit in silence for a while except for the divvying of food -- which is actually just sharing, jungkook pretending to steer an airplane of chopsticks and noodles at yoongi's mouth until he just lets him. "water?" yoongi offers at one point, passing his bottle to jungkook's half-nod, watching absently as jungkook tips his head back and swallows. he must stare longer than he means to because suddenly jungkook is waving the bottle in front of yoongi's face. he takes it back and ignores the small warmth of jungkook's smile, reddened by the spicy food and distracting as anything. "he's worried," jungkook says when they have finished a shocking amount of the food, both of them leaning back against the couch, containers swept neatly to one side, their legs stretched out lazy, yoongi's ankle crossing with one of jungkook's. yoongi nods. "that's his job." "mm." it's when jungkook doesn't say anything else that yoongi lets his head loll to the right. he stares at the mole under jungkook's lip, his unconcealed scar, the soft sweep of his damp hair, the improbably long curves of his eyelashes, his mouth. yoongi stares at everything in his immediate line of vision, stares and thinks: this really isn't my fault. the kiss he presses to the corner of jungkook's jaw is soft, so feathery it makes jungkook giggle and yoongi wonders if his heart will ever fail to flip a few hundred times at the sound. 'weak', jimin once teased him while they were lying in bed in hawaii, yoongi sleep-mumbling about jungkook alone on the couch. no stranger to savagery, yoongi kicked jimin's shins and faced away, muttering something about how a certain someone would know All About being weak where a certain kim taehyung was concerned. it backfired though because all jimin had done was cop to it before returning to making fun of yoongi. merciless. kids these days. but since yoongi actually thinks jungkook's eyes actively sparkle -- like some kind of shoujo manga protagonist -- he supposes jimin isn't wrong. weak? well yeah. "just look at you," yoongi finishes his thought out loud, pets his hand back through jungkook's hair a few times watching his eyes flutter open closed open closed before removing his glasses for him, carefully setting them on the arm of the sofa. enough time passes that yoongi thinks jungkook might have actually dozed off when his boyfriend surprises him by speaking, voice a little plodding on the edge of sleep but still there, slow soft warm. jungkook. "should we be less...?" he murmurs. yoongi's fingers still in his hair. "'s stupid," yoongi says. "we're not nearly as touchy-feely as you and jimin or you and taehyung." "that's why it stands out," jungkook says. right. yoongi half crawls and half stumbles to his feet just to sit on the couch behind jungkook who remains on the floor, yoongi's legs at either side of him. from here it's easy to gently rub along jungkook's scalp, his temples, his jaw. the contented hums that escape jungkook are familiar, tell yoongi he's grateful in not so many words. "maybe," he says eventually, index and center fingertips pressing down either side of jungkook's spine in his neck down to his shoulders. jungkook's head falls forward but yoongi braces him. based on how sluggish he is now, he suspects despite jungkook feeling better, his body still needs all the rest it can get and while that's true for all of them, it's doubly so for jungkook and seokjin right now -- both trying to not get sick again or aught else. at some point yoongi coaxes jungkook up onto the couch and it's not really made for this but they make it work: yoongi holding jungkook close, jungkook half asleep for real as he says, "sorry." "idiot," yoongi kisses the back of his neck. "go to sleep." jungkook can't help it; he does. yoongi draws a hand up and down his side and thinks about namjoon's words, about their industry, about their success and how success is still just a reminder sometimes that the lack of it is always possible. this sea used to be a desert. when he breathes in jungkook, sometimes yoongi thinks about how that line means so many things to all of them. because they mean their careers, yes; but they also mean each other. the 'now' they have become is defined by their 'before'. they won't forget it. listening to jungkook's dreaming inhales and exhales, yoongi mumbles against his back: "i don't want to hide but," he holds jungkook tighter. "in a way, it's none of their business. is it." they fall asleep like that. it's one of the many reasons namjoon suggested yoongi get the extra passcode. it's a given that they all know the first, including bang pd and the others. but the second is a newer addition and it's been easy enough to not remember to let anyone outside of their actual household know. after the first time namjoon came in and caught them literally sleeping together, he pulled yoongi aside and said: you're lucky it's me. and it's not that their larger family wouldn't accept them. it's just that nothing is ever quite so simple when you don't belong only to yourself. this, they all know better now than ever. so to keep it simple a little longer, to keep it theirs, yoongi got a second passcode. *

later, when yoongi wakes up, it's to jungkook touching his hair and humming some unfinished melody. he blinks. "morning," jungkook smiles. "is it?" "4 or so." "ah." this translates loosely to: namjoon will kill me. also to: but i've had worse. jungkook, seeming to understand this, shakes with stifled laughter. "well if we're already in trouble..." jungkook trails off, but yoongi doesn't get it, brows knitting until jungkook leans in to kiss him. this goes on for some time. * at the next fansign someone asks who comes the most to his studio, and yoongi answers reflexively with the truth. when that particular post-it gets a surge of attention on twitter, he pretends not to notice. *

#yoonkook #sugakookie #drabble #my moon and my stars #guest starring namjoon king of everything #i love kim namjoon ok #my sky #but yoonkook rly boyfriending without regard i mean pls continue #yoongi is rly whipped for him haha #i mean so is jungkook for yg so #i mean #im so sick haha but i found this in my drafts so #when did i write this #last night or what #im sorry this is a mess im also a mess this is a

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pyrosomatic-metamorphosis · 3 years ago

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little lamb

Words: 1.4k Characters: Scar, Grian Rating: teen and up [Ao3]

Being red —boogeyman— feels... duller. Not stupider, not more boring; blunt, like he’s a stone begging to fall from a ledge and smash in someone’s head.

So he tries to kill Joel.

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The world is lost sensations and a rabbit-beat heart. Scar yawns, stretches, and rolls out of bed.

His fingers are numbed to the texture of the woolen blanket as he pulls it aside; same to the chill of his cloak left hanging on his bedpost during the night. That’s what’s always irritated him most about being red, he thinks blearily. He pulls on his wizard cloak and yawns again. That’s what’s annoying: the distance between himself and the entire world. Like he’s something happening to it, instead of someone living in it.

Scar patters over to his furnace, slips a few breakfast chickens inside, and leans over top of it to warm himself as he waits for his food to cook. He can’t feel the heat of the furnace, but he can’t ever feel the heat of the desert either, so he doesn’t know why he thinks that’s strange. Eventually, the chicken finishes cooking, and he reaches inside and pulls out he food before he realizes: oh, wait, it’s hot. He can’t feel the heat! Heat is bad for fingers! These are probably burning him right now! He drops the chickens and blows on his fingers. Maybe that helps! He hopes that it helps. His fingers are red, but they don’t feel any different. He decides that it helped.

He decides, too, not to tell Grian about this. Unless it would be funny. It would probably be really funny, actually, and get Grian to make a little huffy noise and say “Scar” that one way he does when he's exasperated with the red life’s nonsense, and tormenting Grian is always a good time! Scar’s thoughts drift as he picks up the chicken and wipes it off on his robe. He hopes that Grian likes the wizard hat. Scar’s been working hard to build this crystal shop to sell all his lives and-

he isn’t red.

Scar shouts and falls backwards. He catches himself on his elbows at a bad angle and hits his head against the soft mattress of his bed. He gasps and stares blankly at the furnace.

This world is not that world is not the world where he fell first to creeper and then height. But. He feels red. But he has five lives. He can feel the faint sparks of life gently smoldering in his heart, just a little quieter than before Grian had taken his sixth. Scar has five lives. He feels dizzy with the realization. He’s on his stone mountain at the top of the world, and he is not on their desert mountain at the edge of it. But then why is he-?

There is a heavy weight in Scar’s stomach and his throat starts filling up with leaded dread. He’s buzzing with errant energy; he can feel the pressure of the floor beneath his hand but he can’t feel the grooves in the wood; the world has abandoned him and he wants to devour it for if he cannot be part of the world the world will be part of him and- He has five lives but he burns like he only has one.

He’s the boogeyman.

“Oh, no,” Scar says.

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Being red —boogeyman— feels... duller. Not stupider, not more boring; blunt, like he’s a stone begging to fall from a ledge and smash in someone’s head.

So he tries to kill Joel.

Scar remembers the old world. He remember that being red was funny. It was sort of embarrassing, sort of a joke, sort of exhilarating. Trying- failing to kill Joel is all of those things. Especially when it turns out that Joel, his chosen partner for this world, is also boogey-cursed. They laugh about their shared fate and part ways. It’s a grand time, really. Scar’s glad he tried, even if he failed.

It’s less grand when he tries to kill Etho and Bdubs. They escape. He tries again. They escape again. He’s buzzing. He can feel the heat of the Nether in only the faintest weight against his face. He is full of remembered red desolation and this time, this world, he maybe wishes that he wasn’t.

There’s more desperation to boogeymen than to red lives, Scar thinks. He’s hunting now, prowling and calling for faux help. Which is also kind of fun! He’sa big bad wolf searching for little red riding hoods. Big Bad Scar in the hellish land of doom. He needs a kill, he needs someone, anyone, to be negligent just long enough for him to get lucky. The Nether is supposed to be warm. It isn’t warm. He isn’t warm he isn’t cold he isn’t anything at all. And he’s used to it! He should be used to it! He had been red far, far longer than any other colour, last time. But he was- is - greener than green, and just yesterday he’d worked in his garden and felt the warmth of the sun on his neck, and the coarseness of the dirt beneath his hands, and... and already, secretly, he misses it.

Little Red Riding Hood calls hello.

Little Red Sweater.

It’s Grian.

Scar is baffled. He shouldn’t be, really. Everyone is in the Nether today. This is good! Or- bad? Is it bad? Scar isn’t sure, suddenly. Grian is a target. Grian is yellow.

Grian is on a lower level of the Nether. He starts pillaring upwards, towards Scar, with sand.

Can Scar kill yellow lives? He can’t kill red lives, he’s pretty sure. Kinda sure. Mostly sure.

Grian finishes his ascent upwards. “Don’t kill me, Scar!” is the first thing he calls. Scar steps back from the ledge and does not shove Grian off of it, even as the image rotates in his mind.

Grian smiles at him, and Scar is- conflicted. The two of them laughed and gaffed and- man, they sure had some bad ideas sometimes, didn’t they? Scar’s hands are twitching, his blood is screaming- wouldn’t it be easy? So easy? Just push Grian off the ledge, and he would fall into the fiery depths of the Nether below them, and it would be done. Scar would be free and fine and green, and it would be done.

“Is that your elevator down?” Scar asks. He climbs aboard the sand pillar.

“Scar, don’t you leave me here!” Grian says, words sharp in warning and warm in laughter.

“Aw, I’m not going to leave you. Come on,” Scar exclaims cheerfully. He pats the sand next to him.

Grian hesitates.

“Lots of room for both of us!” Scar promises, and stretches out his hand for Grian to take.

“This is a really bad idea,” Grian says finally. He crawls over to stand next to him on the sand, and Scar knows that he has him. Now finish him, screams Scar’s bleeding heart. Kill him and be done.

“Lot’s of room for everybody,” Scar sings. “Squishy squishy!” He wraps an arm around Grian’s shoulders, curls his fingers into a whiteknuckled grip around the ridges of Grian’s armour. Grian laughs nervously and says something about this being a bad idea again. Scar wants to fling him from their pillar. He holds tighter instead. He can’t feel Grian’s sweater, and he can’t feel Grian’s hair brushing over his arm where it’s pressed against Grian’s neck. Scar is not-red and he can feel the line of pressure where Grian exists next to him; Scar can only barely feel the pain of his fingers digging too-deep into the sides of Grian’s metal armour. Grian is yellow. Scar is desperate. Scar can’t kill yellow lives. Grian is yellow.

Grian starts digging out the sand from beneath them and Scar clings harder to him. It’s a good drop, and there’s lava nearby. It would be so easy! But it’s against the rules. It wouldn’t count. Like killing a sheep. Slaying a lamb. Grian is an innocent little yellow lamb, and Scar can’t kill him.

why not? whimpers the parts of him that burn.

Well! It would be mean, for one. Meaninglessly mean. And wasteful! He clings to Grian like a lifeline and thinks of the Southlanders. Lots of green folks in there! If Scar kills Grian now, then he’ll give himself away as the boogeyman, and he won’t get a kill, and then he’ll be numb forever.

They reach the ground. Scar laughs and lets Grian go.

He lets him go, and he follows him home.

(Later, Scar is green. Later, the Southlanders leave. Later, Scar sits on his mountain and he smiles, and he does not think about being allowed to kill yellow lambs.)

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akuutaguava · 3 years ago

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FUCKI I CANT POST ANYMORE SHIT ANYWAYS I LOVE YOU TIMBLR AND THE PEOPLE ON TUMBLR HAVE A GOOD REST OF UR DAY

SHIT IM ACTUALLY NOT GOING TO SURVIVE WITHOUT WRITING WEIRD THOUGHTS

Ahahahahaha im gonna have to rant on insta i hate life good bye

Better idea: type on this post and this post alone lets see how chaotic this gets

I am queercoding rn

IVE BEEN FEELING HUNGRY THE WHOLE DAY TODAY AND THE MOMENT I CAN EAT I DONT WANT TO WHAT KINDA FUCKERY IS THIS

actually sobs ive seen so much i want to reblog

I hate this godamn limit whatthefuck

Now people will go back to this random post and can’t see my posts popping up every two minutes

FUCK YEAH CASAVA CHIPS :D

My thoughts need to be documented even when i cant post on here

This used to be a post abt me talking abt killjng peoples dogs but who knows anymore

SOMEONE HMSSAVE ME AH

I HAVE A LOT OF ACCOUNTS THAT I NEED TO POST ON WHATTHEFUCK

SHIT THESE CASAVE CHIPS ARE SO GOOD

Bussing bussin frfr

I hate the people who made me not be able to type anything here today shie, apollo, ghoul im talking to you guys /j okay dw

Tempted to go bald and really embrace the mental illness

My mandarin caused havoc on like seven people today lmao

It got everywhere holy shit

Actually about to fucjing cry i hate nkt being able to post shit whathefuck its only been a day but WHY

Found out one of shed eerans songs is like the most famous song in the world and i actually want to end my life oml

Im going to play bsd mayoi to distract myself from this sad fate

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Phobic? You think im scared

Parents will be like don’t do drugs and then make you want to do them

Boutta die im talking abt liking hot evil dilfs what has my life gone to without tumblr

Physically pained

Mentally drained

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Gender? Isn’t that a spice?

ACTUALLY FML MY COMPUTER IS 12% IM GOING TO CRY AL MY CLASEES REQUIRE A COMPUTER TODSAY FUYCKM

yet another day with a substitute who hates my guts for no reason (she has a reason)

im probably going to go home i feel actually so sick rn

WHATTHEFUCK I JUST SAW A MEME MY TEACHER SHOWED US IN IT WAS SHAKESPEAR GOING “i put the lit in literature” THATS IT IM JUMOING OUT THE WINDOW

art = are

dost = do

doth = does

'ere = before

hast = have

'tis = it is

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wast = were

whence = from where

wherefore = why

nay = no

twas over yonder

LMAO FUCK TOU SCHOOL I’M LEAVING

OUT OF THAT HELL HOLE :D

Actually so happy i don’t need to do science now fuck yeah

GAH I FEEL LIKE SHIT LMAO

Im pretty sure everyone thinks im skipping fuck you guys im not

THE CICADAS ARE STILL HERE FUCK

I hate the invention of long hair we should all just cut off our hair my ling hair sucks

Stopped to say hi to the ants :D

What a great lifw we would have if we were all just… orbs floating through space

Now is not a good time to be walking on a bridge over a highway

We made it off the bridge without commiting ded :D

I hate walking slow holy shit

Time to go die in my bed because i can’t really post on here anymore and that makes me sad and want to die

IHATEYOUIHATEYOU GO DIE IN A HOLE

AHIT AHIT SHIT AHIT SHIR MMY PARENTS WANT TO WATCH BUNGOU STRAY DOGS HOLU SHIT THEY WILL ACTUALLY HATE IT AND ME AND EVERYTHING AND MAKE ME SELL ALL MY MERCH HOMY SHIT IM ACTUALLY GOING TO DIE WHATTHEFUCK SOMEONE HELP

I need another post for that but tumblr is a bitch

ACTUALLY FUCK I SLEPT FOR LIKE FOUR HOURS I WAS SUPPOSED TO FUCKING STUDY FOR TEO TESTS HOLY SHIT AHHHHHH WHATTHEFUCK SOMEENE AHHH NI U HATE NOT BEING ABLE TO POST HERE WHATTEHECUKDS

I WOKE UP AND I ACTUALLY FEEL SO SHIT LIKE I FEEL LIKE NOTHING MATTERS AND THERES NO POINT IN LIVING SOMEONE GET ME OUT OF THIS HEADSPACE

BRO THE ONLY THING THATS BEEN KEEPING ME GOING TODAY IS WAITING TILL 12 AM SO I CAN FUCKING POST SHIT I JAT THIS APP

I ALSO CANT EVEN FUCKING MAKE DRAFTS AND THAT MAKES ME WANT TO UNALIVE

dont mind those last posts, anyways three more hours until you guys get mass chaos :D goodbye for now and i’ll see you when i can actually fuckin post

#this is a threat #feel threatened #stellas gone mental

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ilguna · 4 years ago

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i also have a list of shit my history teacher (this year) has said and done so I will share it with you:

warning: its really fucking long bc he would say/do shit MULTIPLE times a day

goes onto the next slide, “it’s a meme, get it?” proceeds to explain the meme (its the hey arnold meme with the first)

also goes onto another slide, with the twitter opinion meme. at the end of the paragraph it says “this class smacks, I’m lit”

“I’m going to beat up your brother. i am going to pummel him.”

On the 6th day of class he finally realized that there was a total of 6 guys and the rest were girls

student: “You should not put it in (as an assingment)”. teacher; “laugh out loud, im dead”

he was teaching us how to write a DBQ, the computer had a pop up saying that the battery was low, and then a spider shows up out of fucking nowhere, hanging from the ceiling. he CLAPS it, jokes about eating it, and then sets it on his desk (not in the trash can 2 feet away) so he can “deal with it later”

his endless military stories, specifically ORANGE DESERT

he wrote “if you would have had your thinking skull on” on my first DBQ

him saying “I hate this” after typing a word wrong multiple times while teaching us DBQ’s lmfao

“For the lols”

Threw a box of tissues across the room into the trash can

threw a box of tissues at a student

he had this obsession with throwing expo markers at his whiteboard, trying to make it land on the metal part so expect that a lot.

“Do you want me to drown him in a bathtub?” (which was about a student’s dog that had separation anxiety lmaoo)

Sang the rain drop, drop top song

The collars on his shirt turned up

“He’ll be beaten for that distraction” (after his son called him during his lesson and he willingly answered)

“Stay woke”

“It was a hot boy summer for him”

expo marker landed on the metal thing for once thanks to a towel that was there

kyle (it must have been a story or something i dont remember)

He woah’d at some point

HAHA so there was a kid in my class that had got caught with a bong on the second week of school and he was suspended. when he came back to class, we were going over what the south grew in the U.S. very early on into colonization. and he used the bong kid as an example of a tobacco farmer

tried to eat a balled up paper

“important revolutionary war stuff”

“My bae, George Washington”

“They could’ve killed g-dubz, but they didn’t”

called george washington “g-dubz” frequiently

“Facts”

“Swagtastic”

he got excited over a military general (baron friedrich von steuben) for being a gay military general--”That was very well respected!”

“He had a ton of swagger”--referring to ben franklin

“His nickname was the swamp fox. You guys can call me that”

The snowball fight story--his brother was friends with a kid he hated next door. my teacher challenged the kid--Eric--to a snowball fight. In preparation, my teacher had froze snowballs, and so when he did have the fight, he LITERALLY knocked Eric out and left him on the front lawn unconscious (he was an elementary school kid)

one time he gave us the punishment quiz by accident, tried to make up for it by giving everyone the answer to #6. however, it turned out to be wrong so he just gave us all 100′s instead

another military story of the goat he bought from an old man with his buddies. unfortunately they had to kill the goat to eat, but the FACT that my teacher said this “a cute little goat--you know, baaa?” as if we didn’t know what a goat was

He was the golf/hockey coach!! so not only would he talk about beating up the kids in the golf club

he would also do random golf swings all the goddamn time! with no gold club or ball, it was just air.

“You are about to get clowned, young lady”

pronounced pamphlet as pamplet fora good part of his teaching career (another story he told us)

“It’s definitely not the declaration of independence you mouth breather!”

George washington = bae on a powerpoint

“you tied me up real good”

“France also popped off”

Compares the Connecticut compromise to ppap (with the song and everything!)

Told someone to shut up after they suggested that Iowa was the least populated state (he’s from Iowa)

hick iowa, to be exact

Wrote 23 as 32, realized his mistake and said “oop im dyslexic”

“If it’s a purge, I’m killing everybody”

“Federalism, not onion!’

“Who’s the dumbass guy? Ducey!” (our state governor)

he got arrested once. his mugshot is on google images and everything

he got arrested bc some guy was destroying his house w a baseball bat at a party his friendw as throwing (but it was at my teachers house). my teacher respectfully punched him and brought him to the front lawn. called the cops when the guy wouldnt leave and ended up being arrested too. teacher thought his career was over and threatened the guy the entire way to the police station

“laugh out loud!”

“We beat the begeezus out of a bunch of british people”

pronounced wolf as woof

“Who was his daddy? Who’s his daddy?”

Called a swim cap a bonnet

“Kick!”--then proceeds to kick a tennis ball. before that he had just thrown it to get out of his way

“Jesus, you’re a big boy”

for like 2 weeks straight he used that same tennis ball to try and erase a whiteboard. and im not talking rubbing it on the board, he fucking threw it at the wall, getting it off little by little. he eventually gave up, though

“I’ll snot rocket into the trash can”

“Cause I realize most of you are morons”

was obsessed with the cowboy boogie

“Every time I cough, my tail bone hurts”

“Do i look normal?”

“I look like an old man”

“Shut up your faces”

“I see you back there, queen”

“Some of you girls need to learn from this article”--the article was old & about girls being submissive

“that would hurt some people’s feelings, but I’m not gonna show it hurt mine”

“He’s just--’meow’”--about his cat

he had a sweater that had his face on it, photoshopped over a boxer that a student gave him. he wore it during winter

flicked a tennis ball across the room with a hockey stick. hit the coffee thermo on his desk, stared for a couple of seconds, and THEN realized that it was open

First off, all you kids making memes about dodging the draft--we don’t want your dumbasses anyway” --continued to rant for a few minutes after that

he HATED the national anthem with a burning passion

“I’m old as shit”

also, his cat’s name IS meow cat

more expo marker throwing

“Hey there handsome”-- to the teacher next door

“Henry clay is going to haunt you until april” (unfortunately we didnt make it that far into the school year bc of covid. disappointed that i didnt get to be haunted)

Singing electric avenue

“but here’s the tea”

“Flagstaff is like--” *reaches as high as he can to put expo marker on the wall

“I’m adopting all of you, and we’re moving to saudi arabia”

teacher: “I’m gonna break bowers kneecaps in front of you. you still want to be on strike?” not bowers but a different kid: “no...?”

Cleaned the shades in the middle of him explaining something

“You know your pinky toe? this little roast beef?”

THE TURTLE SOUP STORY. when my teacher was still a kid, he found a turtle in the wild, and brought it to his grandparents house (they owned a farm). he took care of the turtle for a while, even after his grandfather found out. until one day he came home and saw blood everywhere, went to find the turtle to see it was gone. then found his grandfather chopping up the fucking turtle so they could have it for soup for dinner. his grandfather literally made him fatten up the turtle so they could eat it

“Did mr.*****--?” (referring to himself in 3rd person, also blocked out to protect privacy)

“i’m going to staple your nostrils closed. staple, staple. ‘I can’t breathe mr.*****!’ should’ve done your DBQ!!”

his pedo stache

stood with a paper and smiled, thinking that a student was taking a picture of him when it was really the paper

doesn’t know who gaston is???

him: “I’m going to staple your noses together. One staple” Student: “*****’s piercing parlor!”

*singing* “beauty and the beast”

“I’m going to tackle you”

more random golf swinging

“What’s up (my name)?” me: hi *he then hits the bun on the top of my head on his way in the door*

And he did it again the next day

he literally made kids compete with pastries

which reminds me, he brought donuts in 2 days in a row like a week after that and make us (his first hour) take bites bc he realized he didn’t want to eat it. one of the girls was glad to take it from him, everyone else told him no

“Good morning (my name) how are you?” me: “I’m sick again... do you need help? (with the door)” him; “Actually, yes” (normally he can open the door even when his hands are full but there was a stack of pop tart boxes that were as tall as him so) i opened the door, he goes in and says, “thank you (my name), for not being rude”

the following quotes are for the Hot Seat

Student: “what do you do--?” him: “you’re in the hot seat!”

“Some people cry”

“La *****, luxurious”

“You sit here, and you stare (into the projector light)”

basically everyone in the class had to answer a question as a review. there was a stool in front of the smartboard, perfectly placed so that the projector light would LITERALLy be in your eyes. i actually got the question right on some miracle.

“2 points of weed?”

“Can I get some of that hot leaf?”

“They will make more drugs! You can’t do that much drug!”

“You guys bullied me and stole it”

“Whole rest of the nation sucked an egg”

“Whelp, let’s just kill myself”

“Do you guys know david chapel?” *sigh when everyone says no*

*some girls singing the national anthem* Him: “no! none of this, none of this!”

“Calibri’s for idiots” (the font)

“The only thing that was in--shit”

“and uncle sam--gettin lit”

“Their daddy--UH--”

“They’re going to blame the jews--my people” (he got a dna test done, he’s not actually jewish)

“Whatever you say, boomer”

“Use my words to plagiarize in college”

“I’m jewish, that’s offensive”

“Tell him he gave me instant cancer”

Me: “can i go to the bathroom?” him: “I’ll allow it”

him: “He’s antisemetic and it hurts my feelings” student: “what does that mean again?” him: “Hates jews :(”

“You guys can call me kingfish if you’d like”

~ after we said no to the nicknames, we tried to make one for him ~

student: “cornhusker!” him: “no, that’s offensive... and it’s also nebraska”

student: “corn picker!” him: “no--that sounds like a racist term or something”

“Unless corona really does take over--” (thank u, mr. for ruining the school year”

Student: “how old was she (his mom) when she had you?” him: “thirteen”

“My mom just turned 40 the other day...” (a joke)

him: “My brother got t-boned by a semi truck last night” Student: “Why are you laughing?” him: “Because he lived.”

“Yeah bc I would hide out in a public school with 300 new kids a year” (about him not living in iowa so he’s hiding out in az to get away from his “criminal record” (refer to the 1 time hes been arrested))

“Baby death?”

“Their family has more money than jesus”

*Standing outside the door yelling “CORONA” to students walking in”

“Hey I’m *****, f-word, blah, blah”

“We should fight our cats.”

“OH that’s a big chonk cat.”

“Mortal Kombat is pretty cool. I haven’t played in 25 years”

he told us in class once that we shouldnt open the front door if cops show up at a party. just to shut the blinds and be a little quieter bc the cops cant legally open the door

also one time he had a gun pointed to his face but he never finished that story bc he never liked it

during quarantine he set a DBQ as 1000 points (and i still didnt do it)

and “Here’s the tea, kiddos!”

honorable mentions: all the time he’s sent out emails bc theyre fucking hilarious

#ilguna #high school #gen z

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bisougi · 6 years ago

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ambrosia

“Eager, sweetheart?”

→ pairing: min yoongi x reader → genre: dom!yoongi, vampire!yoongi — smut, suggested angst → warnings: cussing, blood, double orgasm, mild degradation, semi dub!con, stockholm syndrome vibes, oc is damaged, idek → word count: 4.5k

note: this is ridiculous and just an excuse for me to write vampire yoongi smut. its been sitting in my drafts collecting webs (haha) for months now, so hopefully you can at least try to enjoy it. all i know is that im sick of editing it in attempt to make it better, so you guys can have it.

With a dramatic and exasperated sigh, you swing your coat off and carelessly throw it aside. No matter how many times you thank the universe for your stable job at the local bar, your shift seems to drag on for a couple hours too long every night.

There’s a dull ache that has settled deep within the bones of your legs, so you plonk yourself down on the leather couch and kick your feet up on the coffee table. If your father was present, he would’ve scolded you for the disrespectful action; luckily for you, you live solitary in a mansion built for six.

The miserable emptiness you feel will always be there, but over time, you’ve learnt to accept the fact that your father put you—the youngest in the family—in charge of maintaining the mansion.

As if by routine, your eyes catch the shelf that holds all of your family photographs. A soft smile tugs at your lips as you reminisce about the memories displayed in stills until your gaze shifts to the pitifully familiar photograph of your mother.

You shut your eyes, now cowering away from the memories as your bottom lip quivers in attempt to keep your tears at bay. You didn’t even get to say goodbye.

You shoot up from the couch, unwilling to torture yourself further by staring at the photo of your beautiful mother who was faced with her tragic demise far too soon. You make your way to the profligate staircase, the matured wood creaking under your feet, reminding you of something directly out of an old horror film. Unfortunately, there’s no other way to reach your favourite room in the entire estate.

Whenever you enter through the large ebony door, the most significant moments of your childhood come flooding back to you. The pleasant scent of aged wood pervades your every sense as you scan over the towering bookcases; neglected, dusty shelves hold novels you’ve read at least four times and novels you’ve never even picked up, however, the most vital aspect of the room sits alone in the centre, the lustrous shine of the moon illuminating the object through the sizeable skylight.

The grand piano.

You skim your fingertips over the polished black exterior. Fluttering your eyes closed, you deeply inhale and gently lower yourself to sit on the bench. After a couple of hand stretches, your feathery light fingers innately find the correct keys when you decide upon playing Für Elise. It’s a classic piece; you don’t need to keep your eyes open, let alone read any sheet music. You know it like the back of your hand.

With a final breath, you allow your hands to take over, your fingers gliding across the piano keys as if you were born to play the instrument. Over a decade of intense practice has certainly paid off.

Every last knot of tension in your body loosens at the sound, allowing you to sway to the music emitting from the very pads of your digits. Your breathing gradually shallows, and soon, your hands are overpowering your mind. The piano is the conductor of the trance you fall into when you play; it’s better than any drug, its ability to rid bodily tensions astonishing. Those who don’t play will never understand such relief.

The tempo picks up, flipping the entire sound of the song on its back. Your mood shifts alongside it, leaving a focused crease between your brows as the music advances from gentle, to frantic, to sombre, to aggressive, so on and so forth. The versatility is one of the things you adore about this piece.

The song approaches its closing and a sweat droplet trickles down the curve of your face. Your breathing is heavy when your fingers release the keys for the last time, almost as if you’ve completed a workout. You can’t remember Für Elise ever making you so exhausted and emotional.

A few moments pass and you slide your hands down the expanse of your thighs, taking your time to steady your breathing and relax the muscles in your face. Without the sound of the piano filling the room, it’s eerily silent. The only sounds that can be heard are the puffs of air being released unevenly through your mouth—

Clap, clap, clap.

You freeze, eyes widening as you sharply inhale for the last time and lock your jaw, refusing to exhale in fear of making a noise.

It’s in my head.

Your heart is pulsing violently in your ears, so loud that it makes it difficult to focus on anything else. You’re washed over with a feeling of sickness, the unalloyed panic roiling the bile in your stomach as you challenge the urge to vomit all over your instrument.

You remain still, listening to the echoing applause mingling with the continuous thrumming in your ears. The sound is amplified with every passing second you allow it to near. A shiver shoots straight down your spine and goosebumps rise on the surface of your skin in its tracks, the small hairs coating your body standing on end in cold fear.

The clapping halts and after a few seconds, you shakily exhale. You still can’t find it in you to blink, your fixed stare refusing to leave the piano keys.

What feels like an eternity passes before you muster up the courage to redirect your gaze. You gingerly reach for your phone in your pocket, drawing it out with a trembling hand and keeping it prepared to make an emergency call.

With a tilt of your head, your comically wide eyes catch movement behind you in the reflective surface of the piano. You can’t decipher what the movement is, you just know there’s something—or someone—behind you.

Your whole body is aquiver as your finger swipes over the emergency dial, missing it amidst your fit of terror. Before you can attempt to hit it again, a large hand inches into your peripheral vision and a violent gasp tears through your throat followed by a bloodcurdling scream—but nothing comes out.

The hand is tight over your nose and mouth and tears erupt from your sockets, streaming down your cheeks like a ruptured dam. You kick and writhe in the stranger’s grip, desperately trying to pry their hand away from your face. During the weak attempts of fighting for your life, your phone crashes to the ground in the heat of your trepidation, but just as your vision begins to soften, a deep voice emits from behind you and slices through the sound of your thrashing.

“Hey,” he sighs, “stop kicking.”

Instinctively, you stiffen at his command and he chuckles lowly at your movement. “Docile.”

You fight to keep your eyes open and struggle even harder to keep them in focus while you threaten to lose consciousness.

“My apologies, I forgot.”

He releases you and you gulp down oxygen so harshly that it scratches raw at your throat, leaving you spluttering and scrambling around on the floor to fetch your phone so you can call the police, but it’s nowhere to be found.

You stand upright as you make eye contact with the intruder, continuously moving backwards to get as far away from him as possible until you see your phone in his hand. Upon impulse, you lunge forward to snatch it from his grip, but his reflexes are borderline unearthly. He moves quickly, the phone now behind his back and entirely out of your reach. At this point, you’re heaving, backing up so quickly that the hefty piano shifts on its feet.

“You’re very talented, darling.” He plods forward, a smirk decorating his.. deceptively handsome face. His hair is black and tousled, eyes sharp and catlike, skin sickly porcelain and pale pink lips naturally in a pout that makes him look younger than he likely is.

You disregard his compliment, your chest rising and falling unnaturally fast as he languidly moves closer by taking one more step. You don’t trust yourself to form coherent sentences, but you dared to make an attempt.

“H-How did y-you—“

“Ah, she speaks.”

“I don’t.. I don’t have much money—“

The man chuckles again—this time, it’s more of a scoff. He bows slightly to become eye-level with you, “relax, sweetheart. Do I look like I need your money?”

Your eyes dart down to his attire; he’s wearing a silk button-down shirt, the first two buttons undone to reveal more of his porcelain skin. It appears to be on the expensive side.

“Then.. w-why are you here? I’ll call.. I’ll call the police—“ You stammer, wedging the small of your back further into the piano when he takes yet another step. “Don’t come closer.”

He cants his head, his potent smirk widening as he nears again and shows you he’s not going to quake at the hands of your meaningless threats. There’s mere inches between you now, and you can’t retreat further without tremendous pain or tipping the piano over.

He’s stepped further into the light now. You take the time to scan his features over and over again so you’re able to describe him when the police show up, but when your eyes reach his, you notice something bizarre.

“Your eyes..” you mutter, leaning forward to get a better look, “they’re—“

“Red? I’ve been told.”

You swallow thickly and your cluttered mind spirals. Red?

He raises his free hand and you wince, shying away from the unknown man. He holds it in the air to silently inform you of his unthreatening intentions, but your eyes screw themselves shut when he steadily moves it towards your face and allows his knuckles to lightly graze your warm cheek.

“Now, _____, I’m going to keep this short and sweet. You’re a smart girl; maybe you’ll make the connection with a touch more information.”

You nod, incapable of doing anything different.

“Good girl.” He praises your compliance, although, the lump in your throat suggests you’re not prepared for whatever this stranger has to say to you.

“Every novel in this library,” he waves his index finger around for emphasis, “I’ve read at least several times.”

You don’t say a word.

“I’ve been around since you were just a girl, and yet, I haven’t aged a day.”

Silence.

“I can smell you, and not just by that flowery perfume you wear; I can smell the mouthwatering pheromones that radiate off of you in plentiful waves. You can’t even smell those yourself.”

A tangible tension occupies the space amongst the two of you when he takes one final step, your chest colliding with his and your faces remaining barely an inch apart. His voice has lowered to a hushed whisper as he watches your trembling lips.

“I can hear your heart hammering in your chest, I can hear the blood travelling through your veins at this very moment, and,” he darts his pink tongue out and dampens his bottom lip as he inches closer, “if you were to bleed right now, I’d drain you of your sweet ambrosia faster than you could scream for me to stop.”

He closes the space between you, his soft, cold lips clicking with yours like a puzzle piece. You become rigid, unable to reciprocate, but you can’t bring yourself to push him away. The voices of your conscience are scolding and yelling at you to push the man away and run for the hills, but you can’t. He’s got you under a spell you can’t escape, much like your piano.

Finally, you move your lips and flutter your eyes closed, sighing deeply into his disturbing eroticism. His kiss is that of something beyond what could ever be considered human, his tongue forcing its way past your lips and his hand moving to cradle your lower back, pulling your body against his with a strength that quite literally knocks you off your feet. You stumble, arms shooting up to hold onto his shoulders for leverage but he balances you upright all on his own, deepening the kiss and reducing you to nothing but liquid in his hold.

He slides his wandering hand down further and runs it over your ass, groping and clawing at the soft flesh. The gesture elicits a whimper into his mouth and he cancels it out with a guttural groan you never thought you’d ever have the privilege of hearing.

The enigmatic man wraps his arms around your waist and hoists you up onto the piano, separating your legs and lodging himself between them, his cold lips still locked with yours and his tongue continuing to tease your own. It’s better than anything you’ve felt for a long time considering your amplified desire for affection, a direct result of the forlorn void in your chest.

But you frown into the kiss. If this is going to happen—and only God knows why it is—you want to make him feel good, too.

Your hands move to his hair, dainty fingers subconsciously tugging on the short strands at his nape. He tips his head backwards for you, exposing the cold flesh of his neck and offering more canvas for you to assault; no time is spared as your mouth gets to work, nipping, biting, licking and sucking at one area in particular and pulling away, anticipating a red bruise. The total lack of one frightens you, but just as before, you can’t bring yourself to stop when a deep moan that morphs into a breathy titter emits from him. You draw your mouth away from his neck and give him a timorous yet triumphant look through your lashes.

“You’re very lucky I have self control.” His lips quirk at the sides as he tilts his head back down. “My first instinct certainly isn’t to tend to your rather pathetic level of arousal.”

You gasp when his icy cold hand makes contact with your clad crotch. The temperature of his skin is glacial enough to seep through the protection of your clothing and the sensation is foreign, but good enough to have you bucking against his motionless hand and shying away from his half-lidded gaze.

“Eager, sweetheart?”

Your shameless grinding loses pace as you nod, struggling to get any words out. It feels nice, but it’s not enough. Your body reacts to his every word which is doing nothing but doubling your thirst.

Before you can register what’s happening, he has pulled your shirt up and over your head, leaving you exposed in your underwhelming white bra and wishing you’d pampered yourself this morning. His doll-like lips trail wet kisses from your jawline all the way down the valley of your breasts, eliciting yet another breathy whine that echoes in the spacious room.

You impatiently curl your finger underneath his chin to catch his lips again, refusing to stop for too long. He happily hums into your mouth, the sound reverberating throughout your body as he latches his fingers beneath the waistband of your black jeans, tugging them down leisurely and with utmost ease. Breaking the kiss again, he looks down at your panties that are already completely soaked through.

“I’ve barely touched you.” He pouts with faux-innocence, eyes boring into your finely dressed lower region which is when you realise he’s still fully clothed, dress shoes and all. Without a second thought, you make a bold move and reach for the buttons of his shirt, but he speedily catches your wrist before you can lay a finger on him.

“Do you want to undress me?” He husks, voice an octave lower than before. You nod once more, but he he shakes his head in response, fed up with your lack of speech. “Tell me what you want. Verbally.”

You clear your throat before speaking, “yes, I want to.”

“You want to what?”

“I.. I want to undress you.”

He offers a content sigh, running his tongue along the underside of his bottom teeth — that’s when you catch a glimpse of two mirroring fangs in his mouth. His eyes darken when he notices your discovery and your mind is sent into a whirlwind, finally connecting the dots.

“You’re a va—“

He tears the weak material of your panties and finds your swollen clit in one swift motion, rubbing fast circles over the bundle of nerves and cutting your statement short. You can’t suppress the salacious moan that tumbles from your throat and you grind on his cold fingers as you did before, only it’s a million times better when it’s skin-to-skin.

“Well done, doll.”

He teases your entrance with the tip of his finger as he abuses your clit, never fully plunging a digit in regardless of how you hopelessly chase his touch. You’d do anything to have his fingers inside you right now, panting as the strength of your craving causes your walls to contract around nothing.

Your orgasm approaches faster than you’ve ever known it to, lower stomach knotting with every short circle he creates with his finger. It becomes pleasingly painful and within a couple of laughable minutes, your heart is rattling against your ribcage, your vision blurring until your climax can be felt on the very tip of your tongue.

“I’m Yoongi.” You hear his faint, honeyed voice whisper into your ear amidst your pleasure.

“Y-Yoongi—” You repeat, shamelessly moaning his name like a mantra until your throat runs dry.

Your entire being is overcome with an explosion of relief, leaving you but a moaning, trembling mess draped over the vampire’s shoulders. He removes his fingers from the sensitive nub and cups your heat, cooling you down and massaging you through your orgasm.

But before you can make mild recovery, he grabs you by the hips and thrusts you further onto the flat lid, compelling you to lay down with a single hand on your chest. Your back hits the surface unceremoniously, the blow knocking the air straight from your lungs and leaving you breathless.

Yoongi is quick to snatch your jaw in his hand, forcing you to look him in the eyes as he straddles your waist. The glint of lust laced within his irises is so blinding that it could easily be mistaken for malevolence. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this, _____.” He drawls, edging his face closer to yours. “You want me, don’t you?”

His words make you completely disregard his claims and a string of distorted admissions escape your puckered lips before you can make any effort to stop yourself. The vice-like grip he has on your jaw leaves an ache in your bones, but it feels too good to warrant any complaints.

“Undress me.” He demands, releasing your face and using his hand to guide yours to the buttons of his silk shirt to which you hastily pop. You’re careful not to crease or tear the shirt that you assume is worth thousands of dollars, and a gentle tug of the material leaves Yoongi’s entire torso exposed. He’s lean, petite and—unsurprisingly—sickly pale skinned all over. Despite that, there’s not a single flaw on him; his skin is smooth, similar to ceramic and smoothened with utmost precision.

As you pop his last button, you remove your hands from his clothing and rest them either side of your head. He smirks down at you, undoing the button on his fitted slacks and tugging them down the slightest bit, just enough to reach into his briefs and pull himself out. The mere sight of his length is enough to send your mind into a frenzy, a fresh warmth growing in your core as you make note of the thick blue vein travelling upwards from the bottom of his shaft. He’s not fully erect yet, so he wraps his hand around himself and offers a few quick pumps for good measure, shifting his weight on his knees. As much as you’d like to take the lead, your body hasn’t yet ceased its spasmodic aftershocks from your first climax.

When you’re within close proximity of someone, you can usually feel the heat of their body, but with Yoongi, it’s the polar opposite. He’s cold, the temperature hitting your bare skin even through his slacks. With every passing second that he’s not inside you, you become more and more impatient. You huff, writhing around on the reflective surface and rubbing your thighs together in attempt to grant yourself even the most minor relief. You’re humiliated to say you’ve never felt so empty and desperate before.

Yoongi hums, watching you with curiosity evident in his features. “I forgot what it was like to desire sex so much. You humans are like the werewolves,” he chuckles to himself, “always desperate for a fuck, oozing arousal over the smallest things. Your scent is much more pleasant, though.”

“T-The werewolves?” You stutter out, suddenly realising that the entire world you thought you knew was falling apart around you and becoming something you thought could only be true in films and television shows.

“Ignorance is bliss, sweetheart.”

With that, the head of his cock presses lightly against your burning entrance. For a short second, you think he may allow you to adjust to the intrusion, but you stand corrected when he pulls back and snaps his hips forward with the entire weight of his body, winding you for the second time.

His breath hitches in his throat as he splits you open, hunching over and allowing himself to hold his weight with his arms as you cry out in a strangled moan. You feel sick with pleasure, the sensation of being filled up coursing through your every vein in the form of powerful blows.

Deciding to have a little fun, his following thrust is not as merciless as the first. He works up a painfully slow and consistent pace, observing the way you react as you whimper through attempts to even out your breathing.

“Please, Yoongi.” You beg him, screwing your eyes shut and running your hands down the length of his back. Your fingers dip into every ridge in his spine until you reach his waist, applying pressure with your greedy hands and motioning him to move faster.

“Too slow?” He hums, basking in the sheer amount of your desperation. “How about this?” Yoongi growls, pulling his cock all the way out and slamming back into you so hard you feel your body jerk upwards.

“Fuck, fuck, yes,” you groan, your thighs stuttering as you claw at him, “again!”

“Manners, darling.”

Before you can finish sobbing out a prayer of pleas, he repeats his actions and hits your sweet spot for the second time, third time and fourth time. He relentlessly fucks into you, holding your waist with one of his large hands to assure you don’t shift too far up. The sound of his hips making contact with your pelvis is something you’ve never heard before, and God, is it the best type of filthy.

Aside from his locked jaw and fixed stare, the only other thing that suggests he’s having sex is an almost inaudible grunt he releases every time he hits balls-deep inside of you. You’re keen to evoke more of a reaction from him, but you can’t pinpoint exactly how until you shakily run your hands from his navel to his chest, feeling his grip on your side tighten and his gaze falter when your finger skims over his nipple.

A flame ignites within you and you return your finger to the peculiarly sensitive bud, watching him as carefully as you can when his jaw slacks and locks again after a sound threatens to escape.

Before he can huff and angrily demand that you stop, you surprise yourself and pinch him with shaky hands. Yoongi’s arm supporting his weight stutters and his jaw slacks entirely, mouth falling agape in a wonderfully lewd groan that mingles with yours in the atmosphere.

“How bold of you.” He scoffs, ramming into you especially hard and earning himself an obscene whine and another cry of pleas.

“I-I’m so close—”

“You know, _____,” he breathes, releasing his grip on your side and moving his hand to caress your cheek, “I’ve always had other plans for you.”

Before you can question what he means, he closes the space between your mouths in an intoxicating kiss. His tongue works magic as he swallows down the filthy sounds of your approaching climax, thrusting in and out of your throbbing heat as hard as he pleases.

After a moment of frantically chasing each other’s mouths, Yoongi pulls away from your swollen lips and redirects his attention elsewhere; your neck.

“The perfect target.” He whispers, moving your hair aside and running his finger down the delicate skin where your carotid artery lies beneath, goosebumps trailing his touch. Before the situation can dawn on you, Yoongi lurches forward and his fangs pierce straight through the papery skin at the crook of your neck, launching you headfirst into an earth-shattering orgasm that reverberates from the crown of your head to the very tips of your toes and back again.

Your fingers tangle themselves within Yoongi’s hair as the strangely erotic sting of his mouth draining every ounce of life from your body settles in your clouded mind. The colours in your world progressively desaturate and you can only imagine the blanching of your face when your ears tune in to the guttural sound of Yoongi swallowing down mouthfuls of your berry red blood, although you struggle to hear it over your own whining as you unravel atop the instrument.

“You taste fucking divine.” He moans deeply into your supple skin, licking a stripe up your neck to collect the trickle of blood that spills from the clean wounds he created. “You’re even sweeter than I imagined.”

You mewl weakly in response to his vulgar praise, your grip on his hair loosening as your body begins to shut down. The last string you have connected to consciousness threatens to snap but the rush of your orgasm keeps your eyes in obscured slits just long enough to see Yoongi appear back in your direct line of sight.

“Stoic little thing, aren’t you?” He smirks and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, smearing your blood into the corners of his lips. His breathless, husked voice is the last thing you hear before your eyelids become heavy, your tired eyes glazing over and your vision fading to pitch black.

You’re floating in thin air and feeling more at peace than you’ve ever felt in your entire life, but it’s terribly short-lived when you feel an inexplicable rush of electricity course through your body. You can hear the thud of your heart increase to a pace that should be sending you into cardiac arrest, the sound morphing into a blaring ring in your ears until you promptly regain all of your senses, your body violently convulsing until you’re coughing and spluttering, gasping for air and fully awake again.

Colours are brighter, sounds are louder and everything is moving slower.

note: me, queen of leaving my oneshots on cliffhangers even though i most likely won’t write a sequel

#min yoongi #yoongi smut #yoongi scenario #vampire yoongi #bts yoongi #yoongi fanfic #bts smut #bts fanfic #vampire au

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

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

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

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

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

oop i just bought more rings goodbye money

my charger broke gg time to get another one

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

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

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

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

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

First attempt at 양념치킨~

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

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

currently craving anything strawberry

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

어떻게

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

highkey need to crawl into a hole tbh

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dammit i got called for jury duty

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

Week 5 i’m sick…

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

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

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

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

I just saw two hummingbirds! 😍

I cant believe yuri and i finished twenty SMH

ABCD today Some qualitee photos were taken Im tired now

Really debating the 4th term

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

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

bro i think i just experienced katawaredoki whut

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Just tryna level up here :<

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

When you forget that jeon jungkook did taekwondo before Hnnnngh

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

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

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

Non whitewashed bangtan gives me life

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

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

Lowkey afraid of not passing mgt LOL

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

and with that goodbye undergrad, hello world ㅇㅅㅇ

#mumble mumble #last #spring quarter mumbles #debs in college #homg #it is over

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