#place your bets which hermits would come purely to laugh at him

[lunamo23]

Sooo with all the new Grian designs popping up, I’m jumping on the flying fish bandwagon

Anyways, Scar has a new exhibit in his zoo after Grian was claimed by the ocean. Exactly how he convinced Grian to get in the tank…. Who knows😆

[forevrnotyours]

Bts yandere reaction ~ you talk for the first time

Hyung line

Jin

He knew you, or at least he knew who you were, it wasn't common for him to be shy or hesitate around people but Your were the exception, he tried to learn everything he could of you, but it turns out you were fairly new, and even taehyung that spoke you from time to time didn't really knew a lot.

So he dedicated his free hour between clases to see you study at the library, or if he didn't find you there in the cafe close to campus but a little deserted.

You were a loner most of the time, with a close circle of friends and you had the sweetest voice he had ever hear in his life. You were like an angel, so perfect and pure in his eyes, the people around you only polluted your image, and too many times he found himself fuming at your friends for touching you.

Your friends were mostly guys so he suffered more than anything watching you go out with them, according to this your were single so he thanked the gods for that. Still even after almost a month of watching you he couldn't muster enough courage to talk to you. But today, today things would change.

He hadnt even prepared the hole thing, it was more of an spontaneous thing, he was at the café waiting for you to come for your daily dose if sugary cafe; Jin actually had noted and things he had to get over with so he took some of his books out, getting lost in his own world when the chair in front of him was moved and you sat down smiling.

He was stupefied to said the least, for a fearful moment he thought you had found out about him following you but you didn't seemed angry or bothered so he tried to swallow his panic away. You put down a Chocolate cake he sometimes ordered and pushed to the middle of the table,  two spoons in one side "hi, I'm y/n" you said smiling, and he was totally enchanted with your existence  "I know we don't know each other but I've seen you here a lot but youre always alone" you talked looking down for a moment embarrassed "so I wanted to keep you company today" you added and then looked at the contents of the table "that's If I'm not bothering you" you said looking shy all of a sudden.

He shook his head fervently "No!, no I mean" he said blush starting to creep up his cheeks at his too loud tone "you're not a bother, I - I ve seen you around before, I'm seokjin, but you can call me Jin" he said blushing, God you were practically still strangers but you already had so much power over him.

You smiled, blinding him with your beauty "good" you said getting comfortable in the seat "so tell me Jin, what do you normally do here?"

Suga

 Min Yoongi was a man that preferred to stay inside, everyone knew that, he was used to pass hours, if not days and nights completely holed up in his studio, going out for food or a class.

That day though, he had left his studio to go for coffee in a cafe close to the music building, and when he entered the warm heaven that smelled like caffeine he saw you.

You were in a sweater and an oversized dark blue jacket, a beanie on your head making you look small and cozy. You had earphones on your ears and a laptop in front of you, some books in the table opened and the seat in front of you was temporarily empty judging by the other cup of coffee.

He ordered his usual but instead of going he stayed in one of the tables at the back, having a perfect view of you working.that day he stayed until you left which was hours after, he had totally forgotten about all his job he needed to do, and probably should have done but he didn't care.

So Min Yoongi started to work in his stuff at the Cafe, the sun light was annoying some times and people were loud, but he got to see you more than once a week so he didn't complained.

He continued his non-stalking, according to him because what was wrong in watching someone you were infatuated with? Besides he wasn't hurting anyone so there was no problem.

It was a Friday when he had to leave his daily sesion of seeing you because Jin had called for a get together in his house and he would skin him alive for missing another one of those, beside he had all the day of tomorrow to see you at the cafe.

He hoped you didn't bring anyone else with you this time, some days you wouldn't be alone, and he felt his blood boiling, they would only hurt you, you were his sunshine, something so delicate and cute that needed to be protected and the scum you hang around with weren't enough for you.

When he arrived, he was met with a melodic laugh and the voice of the others chatting, Namjoon let him pass and when  he came into the living room there you were, sitting besides jungkook laughing about something he said while he laughed too.

"Oh! Y/n this is Yoongi hyung, the hermit who never leaves his studio" someone said to you, he didn't knew who, he was too lost in you to care, and then you were looking at him, with warm eyes and a smile "nice to meet you Yoongi" you said from the couch, he didn't answered after a few seconds until taehyung and jimin started giggling, he got out of his reverie, blushing at your knowing smile "Hi-Hi" he chocked out, jimin fell on top of Taehyung laughing.

Hoseok

The first time he saw you, you were in one of the beginners dancing classes at the company he worked for, you were just a year younger than him and studying in the same university according to the information he could get of you from people of your class.

After that he made time to at least see parts of your class, watching you from the door at how you learned every step, your body was gorgeous bit your coordination sometimes wasn't the best. You were an amateur but your energy and determination was something he didn't see quite often, so he fell for your clumsy  before he could of help it.

There was a little tiny inconvenience, you didn't knew he existed, sure he knew where you studied, your schedule and classes, the name of your bets friend, but still he was just a shadow around you, nothing else but a ghost.

He had to change that, he knew that, be wasn't about to kidnapp you so he could be with you, he wasn't that desperate, so a day after practice when he was leaving he hear music from one of the classrooms that should be unoccupied by that time.

He walked towards it ready to scold anyone who was inside when he saw you, you were sweaty, your body moving to the beat of the song much better than when you started and he found himself unable to look away from your moving figure, your were just so perfect.

Delicate to his eyes, a sight that many didn't deserve to see, because your were his, even if your didn't knew already, you were his and he would die before letting anyone erase the smile he so much fell in love with from your face.

So he walked in going behind you before speaking over the music "you need to let your body loose a little bit more on that part" his voice startle you out of your concentration and you turned around blushing at the fact that someone had seen you dance all alone, sure that's why you stayed, but you knew you weren't the best at dancing, so your mortification only grew when you met eyes with one of the teacher and more successful students of the academy.

Hoseok walked closer to you moving your body in a certain way so you would move easier that way "this way" he said, breath fanning over your ear "you will move better to the next sequence of steps" you turned to look up to him and he smiled down to you "try again and I'll he'll you" he said and you nodded not trusting your voice.

You spent another hour practicing with Hoseok in the dance studio, you stopped when  you saw how late it was becoming "thanks really" you said looking down, he cooed inside, you were so cute and shy "no problem" he said smiling to you a sunshine smile "we can practice more another day?" he added a little insecure and you opened your eyes like plates.

Hoseok, hobi, the one and only best dancer that you have ever seen was willing to help you, to practice with you, he must have taken your silence for rejection because he started to apologize "sorry it was too much on my part, I should have known-"

"No wait yes!, I mean yes to... Practice" you said, he smiled again and you did too "its a date then"

Namjoon

Namjoon was a level headed person, he thought before acting, he planned things and knew how to treat with people. At least that's how he saw himself. Everything went out of the window of course when he met you.

Or saw you, if you wanted to be more honest, you were on one of his favorite book stores, you were looking around much like he was supposed to be doing. You had thus sura surrounding you, he swore you looked like a star right then and there.

Ethereal was the word he was looking for in that moment to describe you, you looked so perfect but simple at the same time, he crashed with a stand of books and scrambled to hold it so the damage was minimal, that day he only saw you for a moment, but he made a mental note to come back another day so he could look at your eyes again.

That day didn't come until a  week later, sure he had came back every day to look for you but you weren't there, until a week later you walked in hurt in time when he thought he wouldn't see you again, you were with someone this time, a man who he didn't recognize was talking with you, it was friendly banter he could tell.

But still it made him gripped the book between his hands so hard his knuckles turned white, he followed both of you that day, saw how you went to some other stores before staying g for dinner at a restaurant, he watched closely but undetected. He knew then he had to get closer to you before anyone else could taint you.

So he made a plan, he kept seeing you, following you, he learnt your habits and the most common places for you to go, he waited, even when it was torturous and he had to beat some guys now or then, even one time when he saw a guy going on a date with you, he got rid of him, cutting of the hands that had touched your pure skin.

When he first talked to you it was all planned, you were at the book store again, and Namjoon "tripped" crashing with you making you almost fall before he got his arms around your waist pulling you close "oh god, I'm so sorry, are you okay?" he said faking being apologetic while not letting you go, the feeling of your body finally close to his made him drunk.

You looked surprised but when you looked up you blushed almost instantly, he held off the smirk, knowing you probably found him attractive, your hands were on his chest and you blushed even more noticing this so you looked down "ye-yes yes, I'm fine thank you" you said stepping back when he released you "are you okay, I mean you almost send us both to the ground" you added and Namjoon looked down acting embarrassed "ah yeah I'm a little bit clumsy so this happens sometimes" he admitted smiling at you "don't worry, I have my moments too" you said.

He smiled at you then looking at the book on your hand " that's a good one by the way" he said, you looked down at your hands "really? I was intrigued by it, is it worth it? You asked looking up at him with sparkling eyes, he nodded smiling, dimples showing" one hundred porcent worth it"

[colitisandme]

Apocalypse  

We have all seen many end of the world movies. The heroine and hero of the story, striving desperately to rid the world of darkness in order to survive and uphold the good and light whilst the world implodes around them…. I don’t know about you but its all feeling a little bit apocalyptic-y (Jessism – patent pending) at the moment, isn’t it? That’s not to be dramatic…. But in the last year and a half-life as definitely changed as we know it.

 In the past year… I must admit due to my own vulnerabilities, I have avoided most people with a face and eyes because I have been hiding in my own bubble with my fellow ‘bubble buddies’ (my husband and my fat hoppers) generally peering at postman through my letter box and picking up parcels with extendable tongs at a 12 ft distance and avoiding eye contact with the general public. When you were younger do you remember stories about monsters living under the bed? … Well, I thought if I put my feet on the floor, my Monster was going to lick my toes, bite me, reach out with its long furry arms, grab my feet and drag me under the bed, to live forever with the poor odd socks and crusted tissues under there. I also thought that if I didn’t turn off all the electrics in the house, then a monster would come out of the electrics and lift me up to the ceiling…. It became a re-occurring dream/ nightmare I used to have, and because of it, I genuinely developed a fear of the toaster if I left it on in case it developed arms, and picked me up, shouting at me because I would dare to leave the electric on. I honestly think my parents saved a fortune in their electric bills because I was so mindful. Thank me later guys. Not really a surprise I developed anxiety thinking about it… maybe that was the start of it. But although these are ridiculous notions – monsters with a foot fetish and electrical appliances with limbs…. These were my fears. They were very real and effected my life.

Now we are all dealing with a monster. But a much bigger monster, and that feeling I had when I was young is creeping back. And I bet a lot of others are feeling the same as me. Because its one thing, going out, to work, and into general society, armed to the teeth with sanitiser, masks, and enough antibacterial spray to take out a small portion in our ozone layer, with no health conditions, vulnerabilities, or health foibles. Its scary enough having to deal with it when you are healthy and springy. I guess people weigh up their own risks when it comes to making their own boundaries aligned with the guidelines set out. However, for someone like myself and many of my health warriors…. The world becomes a much scarier place.  Everything is risky. Even going for a walk has risks. I am not proud of this, but this monster has made me develop a heightened sense of suspicion and ninja like reflexes…. A few months ago, myself and my healthy. nubile and springy husband went for a walk –Now Kyle has the immune system of a rampant bull … nothing seems to affect him which is useful when he has a wife who has the immune system as reliable as a chocolate teapot. He does Crossfit, he has actual muscles not spaces where muscles should exist like me where sadly an IOU exists is in its place. He eats sprouty things voluntarily daily. He likes smelling like a bin when he exercises…. Meaning that the next time I have to go in the car I have to wear a proverbial gas mask and hang my head out of the window like a dog to try and escape the smell. There are a few subtle differences between us.  And on our walk, one of the first we have had as I have been living like a hermit, there were several groups of people on our path, talking, laughing and conversing… not social distancing and not wearing masks and as we approached and it became apparent they weren’t going to move, I became like a limbo ninja… twisting, curling, and squeezing myself past this group, all the time going purple from not breathing and trying not to fall over as I was waving my hands above my head looking like a ridiculous arm flailing inflatable tube man.

 I know for some that is an absurd reaction, but for me it was totally reasonable and justified. The world at the moment, for those who really have to protect their immune system, health and general sanity, is a very scary place. And at any second a monster could find me and lick my toes just like I thought he was going to do when I was younger. I didn’t go to the supermarket for months… nearly a year. Whenever Kyle went out, he must have looked like a bank robber as I had him wearing a scarf up to the eyeballs, gloves, hat… everything. The first time he went out, he said people avoided him like the plague, which didn’t surprise me one bit, when they probably thought he was gonna whack an old lady on the head with a club, and leap over the counter and start demanding a poor, sweaty, shaky cashier to fill his swag bag with money…. It’s not the ideal look but Mission accomplished, and it was purely out of fear. Not only was I seeing people I loved and knew who were healthy getting mowed down like soft grass by this monster, I was desperately frightened that if the Monster suddenly found his way into our bubble, kyle was in danger and I could be in a serious amount of trouble. My genuine fear was that my lung nodules, colitis, fibro and goodness knows what else residing in my body, would all get together, and wave the white flag as the monster slithered its way into my body, made camp and chomped its way through my lungs. And I am gonna be honest, even though I have now had 2 jabs and slowly but surely, we are easing our way out of lockdown, the Monster is still there waiting. Kyle has only had one jab, ridiculous when he lives with someone vulnerable, and I have got to admit that sometimes the notion of going out still makes me want to spray members of the public with disinfectant and shout ‘stranger danger’ at them until they back away from me.

 Where chronic illness has proved isolating, Chronic illness plus Monster has just become the icing on the cake. And I know I am not the only one who feels like this. I talk to so many wonderful, feisty, determined, bloody amazing chronic illness warriors whose mental health has so much been impacted by this Monster. By keeping ourselves safe, we become more alone and, on those days, where you are in so much pain, discomfort and fatigue you want to chew your own arm off, it is so, so vital to have those distractions. Distractions like people, conversation, interactions, getting out of the house, doing things that are fun and nourishing for your soul and general ness. They become part of our survival guide, and when it is taken away it is very easy for our own Chronic illness Monster takes over and lose all sense of self and as such that after a year has now passed it is very difficult to now hop out of the house with care free abundement (Jessism 2) full of joys of spring time, with rainbows in my heart and a pocket full of dreams. This Monster has left scars on us all. Whether it be financial, medical, emotional, mental… lives have been lost and lives have been changed forever, and for those of us already dealing with scars from our own Chronic illness Monster, are now dealing with the pressures of feeling safe again.

Leaving the house, going to work, travelling on a bus, going to the supermarket fills me with the heebie jeebies. We don’t know what is safe and what is not. Who is safe and who is not. Who has had jabs, who has self-distanced, who has followed the guidelines and who has not. There is no test we can use to find out that information, no detective skills we can implement. Its pure chance, scary, scary, chance and the results of that decision, bear serious consequences for us and for our families. So whilst I would never tell anyone what to do, please think about how your decisions also impact on the rest of us. There is no flashing beacon to notify you we are vulnerable, no one follows us around with a foghorn or a flashing alarm, we don’t have a inflatable zorbing ball we can get into to keep us safe. We just don’t so please, please be mindful. The amount of people who have said ‘the vulnerable can stay away from the rest of us’ fills me with anger. Unless you want us our Mental health to dwindle away to nothing then no, no we cant and it is unfair for us to do so. Would you do that? Would you be able to do that if you were vulnerable? Then don’t ask us to do that. You have your choices as do we.

 So, when you go out and you see one of us, still wearing a mask, social distancing and generally trying to avoid eye contact with you, its not coz we are weird, antisocial or have infectious fungus… it’s because we are genuinely terrified that the wrong move may cost us. Those decisions weigh heavy on our hearts and in our minds and they hurt. It may mean that for a while we miss some occasions, we don’t say yes to all of your invites, we second guess ourselves when we make medical appointments, we may seem more distant. Please go easy on us. Please be mindful and do not judge, be kind and respect our decisions. We still love you its just that like my past five-year-old self we are still trying to avoid the Monster living underneath our beds waiting to bite us and drag us into the dust and darkness.