#when he asked to be enough thooooo

[thefrsers]

requested by @ashmarie1687: Jamie + praying over Claire in 2.11 and 7.03

[pretzelboxtissue]

OTW NettspendxXavier

Not gonna act like I know very much about these two artists, or that I even fw their music very much. Only recently did I start making somewhat of an effort to listen to the music of either of these two artists. I've known of Xavier for at least 3 years, but always categorized him as a son of Hi-C and didnt really check out much of his stuff. Nettspend was just some white boy that I would occasionally see people talk about on twitter. After listening to a few songs here and there, I couldnt say that I was a fan of either of their music. I didnt dislike it, but it just wasnt something that I was going to listen to. Recently though, I did come across "otw" by Nettspend featuring Xav. I cannot listen to this song without replaying it at least 4 times. The charged up beat initially drew me in, and was most of what i registered for the first 30 sec or so of the song. Nett's vocals were just there in the background for me until I registered what he was talking about. He was sayin he had a G3 in his lap on the way to some dude's condo. The absurdity of the lyrics made me laugh, and then what followed was the most yell-able verse in the song: "Bitch u made it hot, so get up out the spot thooooo." Gotta have a good recitable part of a song. The next parts of enjoyment of the song have nothing to do with sonics, but everything to do with the lyrics. None of what I am about to say though, is to claim that these two contain laudable lyricism. I enjoyed understanding what Nettspend was talking about when he said "Vivid rollin hot, and we smokin on this frontoo," because these niggas be rollin shit hot asf with the grabba in it in NY. Most of Xavier's feature was just sound, as he slurred how bitches wanted to fuck but he just wanted throat and shit, but what did stand out to me was one of the affirmations he said towards the end —"When I go up I'm havin 1c castle." Nothin crazy at all. Sure some would be like "nigga why did that stick out to you," but shit im tryna speak this shit into existence too, so hell yea rock out bruh. I appreciated that he said that because I recognized him as sayin "ay, we otw and when we go up we finna get that 1c castle!" A castle nigga, you dont hear niggas sayin they gon get a castle. it's laughable. Skip forward some and Xav is talking about how he's the 1c enterprise captain and how everyone is gonna get a fraction. What's not to love about that. What's interesting is that with each listen of the song, I'm mostly able to find some new element of the song that I can enjoy. This time it may be a small chuckle I let out when I hear Xav sayin, "yea they ask me how I do it ion eeen knooo," the next it may be appreciation for Xav sayin he love his bitch and that he dont care about no past partner he's had (i'm a sap ik). On the 4th listen of the day it may be the irony of Nettspend's overall character that makes the entire song funny to me, and 15 listens later it may be that exact same irony that still is enough to make me laugh when I hear the song. Pretty good song. I crank it up everytime I let it play. I dont feel that it's amazing or anything, but yea it's serving its purpose right now. I'm enjoying that I was able to like a song by these two artists and that it allows me to be able to participate in the shared hype of these artists in the underground. I honestly still feel the same way about the rest of these dude's music though—can't say that im a fan of either of them still, but thats ok.

[se0kie]

call it what you want— jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader, [jin x reader for like two seconds]

genre: fluff, angst

high school au, f2l, bestfriends au, unrequited love

tags/warnings: mild pining, mild swearing (y/n says the f word like twice), i love y/n she’s adorable, some jealousy, jungkook is immature and/or clueless, vmin make an appearance, jk’s a killjoy squeeeeeeee!! seokjin being the handsome older man every teenage girl crushes on hehe

summary: you have been best friends with Jungkook since before you can remember. but it’s difficult being a supportive friend he can fall back on when you’re hopelessly in love with him.

word count: 3.5k

this was commissioned for the lovely @dee-ehn through the changeswithluv project by @ficswithluv! i hope you like it <3

a/n: high school au but all characters are of or above age. also this is super unedited yolo lemme know how yall like it thooooo

You’re standing outside the gate to your house, tapping your foot incessantly against the curb as irritation runs through you like a tiny insect. He’s late. Again.

You had somehow gotten yourself out of bed, rushed through your shower and made yourself presentable for school. Your knee high socks only doing so much to keep you shivering from the cold. It was brisk in the mornings, which is exactly why you needed Jungkook to be on time at least for once.

You sighed yet again, your hair flying due to the breeze. You looked down the street, hoping for the familiar toothy grin and curly hair to make an appearance. Jungkook’s whoop of greeting announced his arrival as you finally calmed down enough to stop your tapping. You scowled as he neared you, letting him see the displeasure on your face.

“I’m sorreee, Y/N!” he whined, usually it was all it took for you to stop being mad at him. And today was no different.

You smiled at him, letting him know you weren’t upset as he thrust a notebook into your hands. “Thank you for letting me borrow your notes, I love you,” you blushed at his usual words of gratitude. Although you remind yourself this is how the two of you had been for ever, don’t go looking for meaning in something mundane.

Jungkook intertwines his arm with yours as you start walking towards school. The two of you have been going to school together since you learned to walk.

You’re walking hand in hand when Jungkook looks at you sideways, you raise your eyebrows at him, questioning.

“What?” you say with a half laugh.

“Nothiiiing, how’s my favourite girl this morning?” Jungkook says with a smile.

You look straight ahead as you answer, “I’d be better if you actually ever showed up on time. Why do you ask?”

“Well, I heard from a certain someone...” he begins when you cut him off.

“From a certain Jimin.”

He looks at you with exasperation as you keep walking, “Would you let me finish?!”

“Oh I’m sorry, do continue,” you reply with a small smile. “You were saying?”

“Yeah so a certain someone told me that Kim Seokjin has a crush on you.”

“WHAT?” You sputter and gasp at the unexpected revelation. Never would you have thought you’d get to hear such a sentence.

“Jungkook is this another one of your bad attempts at being funny? Cause it’s really not working and I’m gonna have to ask you to cut it out,” you say as you purse your lips.

“No no! I’m serious, Taehyung heard his older brother talking to some guy on the phone and he was distinctly talking about ‘Y/N that cute senior in Tae’s class’!” Jungkook says it so earnestly with those doe eyes that you can’t help but believe him. Although it does put you in quite a bit of a pickle seeming how your current crush is telling you about boys who in turn are crushing on you.

“I mean, Seokjin is kinda cute—”

“Kinda?? Y/N, honey, that guy has the most perfect face in the whole world. Literally!” You can’t help but doubt if Jungkook himself is in love with the older man, the way he talks about his friend’s hyung is rather suspicious.

“I just don’t know him well enough, y’know?”

“Nobody’s telling you to marry him, just talk to the guy. I saw him shirtless once at Tae’s house and all I’m gonna say is whoo boy, I could grate cheese on his abs!”

You snort at his antics, Jungkook dramatically enacting another one of his encounters with the cheerleader in love with him as you try not to let jealousy tint you green. The familiar grey building appearing in your sight as you advance closer towards it.

The shrill of the school bell rings out through the class. There is a flurry of movement as students scramble to leave the stuffy room, you sit back waiting for the commotion to die down as you gather your notes and stationary to put back in your canvas bag.

You catch a glimpse of Jungkook rushing towards the door when you yell out for him. “Hey, JK! Where do you think you’re going?”

Jungkook stutters while looking back at you, hesitantly making his way towards you with an expression you know far too well.

“Jungkook... Why are you making that face?” you say as you squint your eyes at him. He twiddles his thumbs as his gaze flitters nervously about the room, taking in everything but your face.

“Jungkook.”

“Well... You see I have this little thing to do uh,,, it’s kinda, a little bit important...” he says.

“Oh spit it out, you monkey!” You say, your patience running thin.

“I have a date!” Jungkook says with eyes widened. Your carefully maintained expression slips for just a second and then it’s back on. You look around the room to catch the pretty cheerleader waiting outside the door. She’s standing with her other cheerleader friends and you can tell she’s jittery from the nerves.

Oh, damn it.

You sigh as you decide to let your unnerved friend off the hook, once again. “Fine, just go on your stupid date. But this project is the last one I’ll be covering for you, after this you’re on your own, bud.”

“Oh Y/N, thank you!” Jungkook exclaims as he breathes a sigh of relief. “Thank you, thankyouthankyou!!” He repeats as he hugs you clumsily, pressing a kiss to your forehead as you hold your breath, trying to act nonchalant.

The joy of being around your best friend drains from your entire being as your heart weighs heavy again in his absence.

You’re the only one left in the quiet classroom.

You’re still in your uniform sitting on the plush carpet of the Kims’ living room, your notes and study material sprawled in front of you as you take in the bickering pair, Jimin and Tae are smushed together in the bright floral armchair.

You cough once to try and get their attention when Jimin glances at you, looking as if he’s just noticed you. “Oh honey, I’m so sorry were you saying something?”

“Yeah just for the last fucking hour but it’s okay, please continue,” you say with a roll of your eyes. Jimin narrows his eyes at you, making it known that he doesn’t appreciate the sass.

“Remind me again why that beefed up rabbit isn’t here to help with the project?” Taehyung quips as he gets up to get a bottle of strawberry milk from the refrigerator. It’s always a delight to be at his house, his parents are always away for some obscure book meeting leaving their gorgeous home and kitchen free for their kids and their countless friends. You send a silent prayer of gratitude to Mr. and Mrs. Kim for the years you’ve spent at their home to keep from strangling their younger son.

“He’s on a date,” you say lowly.

“A what now?” Jimin asks, eyebrows raised.

“A date,” you mumble.

“A great what, Y/N will you speak up?!”

“JUNGKOOK IS ON A DATE!” you scream, surprising Tae in the kitchen as he yelps with a small crash following.

Jimin’s mouth hangs open, worry written in the droop scrunch of brows. He strides towards you and wraps his arms around your figure, the scent of his classic Chanel perfume wafting up to your nose.

“Oh you poor thing, it’s gonna be okay. Koo’s an idiot, he doesn’t know what he’s missing out on,” Jimin coos into your hair as you melt in his embrace, finally letting the heaviness weigh you down as you slag against his frame. He pulls away and holds you back to properly examine your face.

“Are you sad?”

“Just a little, although I know I have no right to be,” you say with an unintentional pout. “Jungkook only sees me as his friend, and he has no reason to put me above potential relationships.”

“Shut up for a minute and give yourself a break, honey,” Tae voices out as he comes back into the living room. He stands behind you and pulls you back into his lap as he lets you sit on him like a child complaining to their mum. Jimin takes his place beside him and faces you head on.

“Next time I see him I’m gonna flick him on the forehead,” you say with mild conviction, knowing you’re making empty promises.

“You do that,” Jimin says.

Taehyung rubs your back as you slouch against him, gathering your thoughts and energy to go through the day without crying. You can’t say this is a new occurrence, Taehyung and Jimin have been your closest friends after Jungkook. You’ve spent a gross amount of time with them, and the coddling and comforting has been something unique to your trio. Every time one of you was upset or sad or frustrated, the other two have comforted and joked and babied them, whatever they needed at that point of time.

You take a deep breath and get up out of Tae’s reassuring hold, you sit back down on the carpet. Silently letting them know that you’ll be fine, for now. “Jimin can you handle the titles and diagrams? I’m gonna get started on the typing, and Tae you gotta start preparing for the presentation,” you get back into work mode, rambling out the designated areas for each of you to overlook.

You’re looking through your notes when the tall, striking Kim Seokjin walks out of his room, he goes straight into the kitchen but you can’t help but follow his movements. Or rather his rear end’s movements.

As he’s walking out, he looks at you from his freakishly tall height and winks at you. You feel your heart do a weird little ballet flip, something you’ve reserved for Jungkook for the longest time. You fluster at the gesture and tuck your hair behind your ear, a shy smile painting your face. You look back up and Seokjin is gone, Taehyung looking at you as if he’s in on your little secret moment.

Jimin groans as he looks up from his work, pouting slightly with his plump lips as he complains about the absentee.

“Jimin, it’s okay! Calm down, he’s saved our asses multiple times. We can do this one thing for him, can’t we?” You try to reason.

“Yeah whatever, of course you’ll say that. You’re the one who’s in loooove with him,” Jimin mumbles to himself.

“I am not in love with Jungkook! It is outrageous of you to suggest that,” you say with a squeal of mild anger.

“Oh admit it Y/N, it’s not just a safe little crush on your best friend anymore, you totally want to snog his face off!” Taehyung accuses you with a shit-eating grin plastered across his face. You whine in embarrassment as your press your palms to your face, hoping to cool your heated cheeks.

Taehyung comes up behind you as he hugs you from the back, his head resting your shoulder as he teases you. “Y/N and Kook! Sitting in a tree! K-I-S-S-I-N-G!!” You squeal in humiliation as Jimin scuffles over to you as he captures you between him and Taehyung.

He joins in on the embarrassing poem, “First comes looooove! Then comes marriage! Then comes a Taehyung in a baby carriage!!” Tae looks up at the blonde haired boy across from him and yells, “Yah! Park Jimin, I’m not gonna be Jungkook’s baby, how dare you?!”

Jimin is too busy laughing like the gremlin he is to answer Tae’s question, his eyes scrunched up as he releases peals of happy laughter. You’re laughing just as hard, if not harder, alongside him. Your sides are in stitches yet you’re so bubbling with pure joy that you don’t bother with the pain in your stomach.

As the laughter dies down, Tae has a solemn look on his face. One that you don’t particularly like seeing because you know he’s gonna coax you into having the uncomfortable conversations you’re too scared to have yourself.

“Seriously, Y/N. Do you... love Jungkook? You know, like that?”

You sigh, “Yeah, I mean, isn’t it obvious? I really, really love him and it just physically hurts me to know that he may never return the sentiment.”

“Then sweetheart you’re gonna have to talk to him! He might actually even return your feelings but be too scared to tell you himself, and even if he does not you can’t keep hurting like this every time he goes on a date,” Jimin says softly, a gentle hand laying your arm.

“Because right now, Y/N, Jungkook is hurting you. And he doesn’t even know he’s doing it, it’s not fair to you nor is it fair to him.”

You know it makes sense, but you just feel so anxious and confused about how things will go if you actually tell Jungkook about your feelings for him. You take a deep breath as you try hard to let your friends in, “I just— I’m scared of how things will be once I tell him, you know? I don’t want to lose my best friend. If loving him from the sidelines is the only kind of relationship we can have I’m absolutely okay with that. I would never ever want to do something that will chase him out of my life.” You don’t realise the tears running down your cheeks until Jimin is brushing them away.

“If the only dates we can have are ramen and banana milk? Then damn it I will drink that banana milk!” you say with a sniffle. “Loving Koo from the outside is better than not loving him at all,” you manage to say before you choke on a sob. Dropping your head into the crook of Jimin’s neck, Tae rubbing your back from behind you.

And you cry in your friends’ embrace. You cry harder than you ever have before.

It’s the week before the end of the school year, you’re walking across the quad to meet with Jungkook under your favourite tree. It’s a light, breezy afternoon, there’s a bounce in your step as your short school skirt swings on your hips. You feel good and you can tell you look good, the sudden air of confidence is a welcome change from your usual skittish demeanour.

You can make out Jungkook’s big form laying on the grass under the apple tree, his bag under his head and earbuds popped in, you’re sure he’s listening to some My Chemical Romance song once again. You’re about to shout his name when a tall someone blocks your path.

You look up at them to find the startlingly handsome face of Kim Seokjin looking down at you. His hair is slicked back to reveal his forehead and the immaculate eyebrows, his hands are shoved into his bomber jacket as he looks at you intensely.

“Uh,,, h-hi Jin,” you squeak under his gaze.

“Hey Y/N,” he says.

“Um, w-what’s up?”

“Nothing, I just wanted to ask you something kind of important,” he says nonchalantly.

“Really? Okay, go ahead,” you attempt to act indifferent to his attention but the butterflies thrumming in your stomach told you otherwise. Seokjin’s hand flits out of his pocket to run through the hair at the back of his neck, his eyes flicker around nervously, “Would you uhm... would you be interested in like, going to the end of year um... dance? W-with me?”

The sudden change in demeanour from cool to nervous is endearing to you, a light giggle spills out of you as you answer with blood red cheeks, “O-of course, I would love to.” You smile up at him shyly. The thought of Jungkook flickering across your mind for a second before you push it away.

You know you can’t be hung up on him for ever, and he’s sure as hell not gonna take you as his date to the dance. And Seokjin is a good person, you like to think you know him pretty well after the years you’ve spent with him and his brother, it also doesn’t hurt his chances that he’s actually the most perfect looking human in the entire world.

“Oh wow, I didn’t think you’d say yes,” he admits, honestly. “Well, great then! I’ll pick you up at your place on the day of?”

“Mmhmm,” you hum as you try to suppress a smile.

“Cool,” he says with the widest grin you’ve ever seen on him, “I gotta go, I’ll see you soon okay?”

You nod at him as he walks away, taking the opportunity to gaze at his broad shoulders. A blissful sigh leaving your lips as you finally let the suppressed smile break across your face.

Shaking your head you continue on your path towards your best friend, who has by now sat up straight and is staring at you with narrowed eyes, a bitter scowl forming on his charming face by the second. You reach his spot and chirp out a greeting, “Hello, what’s up with you face?”

“What did Jin want?”

“Um, I’m good, thanks for asking, how are you?”

He narrowed his eyes even more to the point where he looked like he had slits for eyes, “Answer the question, smart ass.”

“He asked me if I wanted to go to the dance with him? Why?”

“Oh. I didn’t you were taking a date with you to the dance?” He said as he turned his face away from you.

You plopped down beside him, uncaring. “Yeah well it’s really not the coolest to go to a formal school ball all alone. I’m saving for future formal balls where I can embarrass myself to the fullest.” You chuckle at your poor humour.

“Oh you think you’re sooo funny, don’t you? Hilarious Y/N. Well cut it out cause you’re not, and your hair’s dry and you need a new backpack.” Jungkook quite literally huffs as he crosses his arms in a defensive position and leans his back on the apple tree.

You gasp at the sudden jabs, “What is the matter with you?! That’s just mean and my hair is not dry, it is moisturised to it’s best thank you very much!”

“You’re so obtuse,” Jungkook says with a glare.

“What? What did I do?” you ask, only slightly taking offense.

Jungkook moves his body abruptly towards you so that he is facing you head on, you wither under his strong gaze as he huffs again, “You really don’t know?”

“Um if I knew, we wouldn’t be having this conversation, would we?” you retort, equally annoyed by now.

He continues to stare at you as if you’ve stolen his lunch money, slowly starting to feel uncomfortable under the intense scrutiny when he breathes out loud, “If you don’t get it then you don’t get it, I can’t do anything about it,” and he gets up from his spot.

Gathering his bag he starts walking away from you without a word, although you do hear the words ‘stupid’ and ‘oblivious’ under his breath as he moves farther away from your stumped figure.

It had been four solid days that Jungkook ignored you, he avoided you at every meeting and stopped sitting beside you in all the classes you shared. Although four days doesn’t seem like much it was just grossly too long for the amount of time the two of you spent together otherwise, you were annoyed and frustrated but more than anything you felt shunned. Jungkook had never once behaved like this with you and this was an entirely new side of him you were being exposed to.

Two days before the end of school, Jungkook had once again avoided you and sat way over at the other end of the room with his cheerleader groupies. You were dangerously close to tears as he was your only friend in the majority of your classes, you only shared History and Literature with Tae and Jimin and without your best friend you were left completely alone.

The bell rang announcing the end of the period and the school day, you were fed up of this treatment and decided to make things right no matter what. You got up from your desk and walked over to Jungkook’s with what little courage you could gather. You waved timidly at him, he was speaking to the pretty girls who were twirling their curls around their fingers and making eyes at the handsome boy.

“Hey, Kook we should talk,” you said softly.

“I’m sorry Y/N, I don’t want to speak with you.” You felt like he’d just slapped you with the formal smile he was giving you. Anger like fire rushed through your veins as you grabbed his arm and dragged him behind you and out of the classroom, the girls looking on with wide eyes as the centre of their attention was whisked away by the shy girl they never paid attention to.

You storm into the boy’s bathroom at the corner next to your class, swinging around to face your friend as you cross your arms and raise and eyebrow, “Talk to me.”

“There’s nothing to talk about, Y/N.”

“What the fuck do you mean there’s nothing to talk about?” you say sharply.

He winces at your usage of the cuss word, “Listen Y/N, I don’t want to fight, please just let it go and let’s move on with our lives.”

“Jungkook?! You won’t even tell me what I did wrong? How do you expect me to move on from something I don’t even know? Please, just tell me why you’re upset and I promise I’ll make it right,” you say pleadingly.

Jungkook chuckles softly, “If only you could.”

You reach forward and place your arms on his thick biceps, you look at him earnestly, “Please Kook, don’t do this to us. Tell me what happened? Please?”

He takes a shaky breath as you notice the tension on his brows, “I just— I thought if you’d ever go to a school dance,”

“What about the school dance?” you whisper.

“I thought if you’d ever go to a school dance... it would be with me...” he says softly.

You feel like your breath has been knocked out of you. Your arms feel suddenly too light, panic wraps its hands around your belly and squeezes.

Somehow you find it in yourself to push through the nerves and ask, “Jungkook... D-do you mean to say what I think you do?”

“If you think I mean to say that I like you then yeah, it’s exactly what you think,” he replies with a slight pout.

You laugh out of relief and realisation, all this while the boy you were in love with had liked you back and you had been to stupid to see it. Everything clicks into place and you piece together all the weird reactions over the years, the sudden bursts of jealousy and possessiveness all make sense now that you know he likes you. He really likes you too.

“Jungkook, you idiot! I like you too, I’ve liked you since fucking forever, oh my god.”

His eyes shine brighter at your words, “Really? Then what was that whole thing with Seokjin and going to the dance as his date?”

“That was just because I was too tired of watching you date girl after girl, I thought I should finally try to move on from you,” you say, “It was tiring to see the boy I love hook up with all these gorgeous girls and know that I’ll never be able to tell him how much I like him.”

Jungkook has the manners to look sheepish as his cheeks grow red, “You love me?”

“I— No of course not I just said it—”

“You love me! Y/N is in love with me!!” He all but whoops. You hide your face in your hands as he announces smugly that you, are in fact in love with him.

“Hey Y/N,” he says suddenly, voice dropping several octaves to send a shiver down your entire body.

You peek out from behind your fingers to sneak a look at him, only to find his face right in front of yours and dangerously close. His big brown eyes are staring into yours as you take in the gorgeous, long lashes; his lips are pink and a cheeky bunny smile shows of his teeth. He whispers and you feel his minty breath on your face, “I love you, too.”

[romxnaarchived]

@fcundwings​ said:  kid meme for all our ships thooooo 

JUICE X ROM

Name: mila rosa ortiz & braden filip ortiz Gender: cis female & cis male General Appearance: they both take after their father ; dark hair & dark eyes. mila stands at 5′6″ & braden at 5′10″ ; both taller than their mother. mila has romana’s smile & cheek dimples, though she has juice’s nose. braden, on the other hand, received his looks from romana. Personality: braden is very quiet, often sticking to himself in certain situations. he’d much rather be reading or listening to music. mila is the opposite. she’s very friendly, with a bubbly personality. she finds it easy to make friends & like her parents, she cares for anyone she’s close to.  Special Talents: braden taught himself how to play the guitar after getting one for his 13th birthday. mila has been a dancer since she was 6.  Who they like better: braden prefers his mothers company, but mila loves juice the most.  Who they take after more: they’re a mixture of both parents. Personal Head canon: when the twins were 10, romana insisted on taking them back to the states, wanting them to see where their parents met. they were kept away from the club, though they know of the history.  Face Claim: maia mitchell & germano blanco

TIG X ROM

Name: elijah kozik trager  Gender: cis male General Appearance: tall ; standing above his fathers height. he has his mothers brown hair, though it’s curly like tig’s. his eyes are blue like his fathers, but not as icy. Personality: he’s almost a clone to romana. he cares for everyone in his life, almost a little too much. he’s definitely the smart child, because when he’s older, he’s accepted into one of the best colleges in the state. much like his father, he has a love for bikes & for the club, though he decides not to prospect. (romana helped influenced that decision) when he was young, he picked up romana’s accent & it stays as he reaches adulthood. Special Talents: aside from being intelligent, he’s learned how to be a decent mechanic ; with help from his uncles.  Who they like better: elijah loves his parents equally, but he does spend more time with his father (when he’s able to) Who they take after more: definitely romana Personal Head canon: when he turns 18, he asks to prospect with the club, wanting to follow in tig’s footsteps. romana, however, tells elijah the truth of the club & the truth behind dawn’s death. she helps him realize being an outlaw isn’t right for him, so when he’s older, he follows a career in law enforcement.  Face Claim: douglas smith

BISHOP X ROM

Name: sofia emilia losa Gender: cis female General Appearance: she has natural long black hair, but lightens it to rom’s color when she’s older. she has the same mole above her lip that her mother has, though she definitely has a mixture of her parents in her looks.  Personality: sofia is very sweet. if she’s close to someone, she takes on the role of caretaker (like rom), but it takes her a while to warm up to people. she’s naturally very quiet, usually only talking to someone when she knows them well enough.  Special Talents: because of her time spent around the club, she knows how to fix a motorcycle. when she was young, she often helped her father work on his, along with his brothers in the mc.  Who they like better: bishop. as much as she loves her mother, she’s closer to her father.  Who they take after more: bishop. sofia does have a few traits from her mother though.  Personal Head canon: when sofia was young, she found a stray cat while playing outside & snuck it in. she somehow managed to keep it a secret for nearly two days, until the cat ran out of her bedroom and climbed on bishop. because romana loves animals so much, they ended up keeping the cat & named it butterscotch.  Face Claim: adria arjona 

[bxebxee]

I really liked bonus round thooooo. So after they fucked, did they end up being together? I mean we all know that hoseok finds the main girl hot, but does he actually like her? Cuz he said “Let’s make sure that number doesn’t go above two," so... I'm hoping that maybe he likes her as much as she likes him. IDK...

hello hello i am again late-o

(im gonna sleep now, but for those of you wondering it’s a follow up to THIS)

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Hoseok lets you sleep over, but you wake up at the crack of dawn to leave his place. Every bone in your body protests when you make sudden movements, but you really didn’t feel like doing the walk of shame at a more reasonable hour of the day with everyone and their mother staring at you. The streets are practically deserted at 5AM, and you take cab back to the dorms. 

The lukewarm shower you take feels hotter than usual when you remember last night and how into it you were. There was no formal declaration of Yes-We’re-Dating-Now, but Hoseok had made you cum two more times while insisting on ownership of your body and heart. It was all very romantic and dirty, and something you’d keep in the back of your mind for the rest of your life anytime you needed schlick material. 

It’s not until 8:18AM that you get a text from Hoseok, and you can tell he’s texting you as soon as he’s awake and functional enough to know you’re gone if his typos are any indication. And before you get to text a reply, he calls. 

“Hello?” you answer, face feeling warm because he’s giving you a morning call, and you love it. 

“You left…” the sleepy pout is evident in Hoseok’s voice. 

“I know,” you hum. “I’ll make it up to you later.” 

Hoseok grins and stretches on the bed, naked as the day he was born. “When is later?” he asks. 

“Lunch?” 

“Deal.” 

You hang up after telling him to get some more sleep. But with a wicked grin, you type out words that make you giggle and press send: 

[8:27AM You]: i’d like my boyfriend well rested for lunchtime sex

And Hoseok does not go back to sleep after this. You called him boyfriend - in writing. 

[jannapellemusic]

CYSTem of a Down

I haven’t written in a while, though I’ve been meaning to, especially about this subject, mostly because I’ve been struggling with how to process it. Every day I either have an epiphany or a setback, find peace or have a breakdown.

(For those of you who have been living under a social media rock and don’t know I have a vocal cyst even though that’s all I talk about on social media and is the reason I haven’t been performing or going out or talking to you or hanging out in places with ambient noise or even wrote my last blog post 2 months ago about it....)  I have a vocal cyst.  Now, before you go telling me to drink tea with lemon, or go on vocal rest, or do all these home remedies for singers, etc, etc... a vocal cyst is a thickening of the tissue. It’s not nodes, it’s not a polyp - those can go away - this won’t.  Basically, I need to re-learn how to speak. And then I need to re-learn how to sing. And I might STILL need surgery. And then ACTUALLY need to be on vocal rest - for weeks, maybe over a month. And then I’ll need to RE-re-learn how to speak and sing.  But for now, I’m in this awkward place of uncertainty. They want to see how far I can get with voice therapy before deciding on surgery, because if I just got surgery without fully understanding what I was doing wrong, I could fall into the same bad habits and give myself a vocal cyst all over again.  But I’m also being told that there’s nothing I can really do to make it that much worse - I can listen to my body and not strain my voice - but living as a mute won’t make the cyst go away. Nor will avoiding alcohol, caffeine, dairy, or any of the things that supposedly make your voice hoarse. I am making a point to hydrate more than usual, and I’m sticking to my 1 or 2 cups of green tea per day, (and my 2 or 3 drinks every other night ;)  But recovery is a slow process. Behavior is the hardest thing to change. That’s why people want to just take a pill and make the problem go away. Have it removed. Get surgery. No one wants to put in the work. And even if they do want to, it’s HARD. When you’re out of shape, it’s not easy to get the motivation to exercise.  Well, I’m out of shape. My vocal cords are, at least. And doing all these lip trills and blowing bubbles into a cup through a straw and singing my songs in an intentionally breathy voice and doing thOOOOO and thEEEEE in descending 5ths all up the piano, and waking up an hour earlier than I would have just to have time to do these exercises is HARD.  Not just physically, but emotionally. I listen to myself being unable to complete the warmups without my voice cracking, and I almost start crying in the middle of the exercise.  So, to everyone asking, “How are you??” “How are your vocal cords?!!” “When will you be able to sing again??!!” 

I don’t know.  Thank you for checking in, really, I do appreciate it and it is thoughtful - but believe me, as soon as I’m better you’ll hear about it. I’ll scream it from the mountaintops as soon as humanly possible.  I am feeling like a broken record, “One Day At a Time.” Patience. Patience is a virtue.  But I have learned things other than patience.  I have learned that I am more than my voice. I am more than my music. Sure, it’s easy to say I always knew that, but I never really, REALLY knew it. It had never been threatened before. I never thought, “What if I could never sing again?”  For the first time, I had to imagine what it would be like to not do something that was innate, that was natural, that was a huge part of my identity. I realized that I took it for granted, in a way. And I realized, that having a vocal cyst only makes me want to sing more. In the meantime, have been honing my social media voice, my writing, my designing, my focus, my ability to connect the dots. I have been learning, reading, absorbing, planning, networking (via twitter).  So, what if I could never sing again?  I’m NOT thinking that.  As my best friend, Sylvana, put it: “Even if you couldn’t sing your songs the same way you used to, you would not let this stop you. You would find a way.”  And she’s right.  And who knows? I might even like my “new voice” better. I do think there is something to this resonant voice therapy thing. I do feel like I am getting less easily vocally fatigued, and that the vocal exercises are getting easier. My biggest worry right now is that I don’t know if it will be enough. I don’t know if I will be able to avoid surgery. But this is still part of the process. I’m not wasting time. This is an important part of whatever the final decision will be. My brother couldn’t say his “R’s” when he was younger. He went to speech therapy, too. I asked him if he could recall anything from that time, and he said, “It was such a long time ago, but all I remember was that I hated going, and I thought it was stupid, and that it wasn’t working, and then all of a sudden one day I could say my R’s.” Here’s to hoping that muscle memory wins over skepticism.

[ledamemangociana]

I love how once they're back home and know that Kaylie is in Kymal, Vex and Percy are the ones to actually organize Kaylie's retrieval. Clever power couple getting shit done at home.

kladjsf th I S THOOOOO. and also coz it was a subtle hint that yes percy heard vex’s confession as he was laying there dead, maybe not all of it, but enough to “cut through.” when percy said “not everyhing will cut through, we need to find what will and i think this will do it.” li KE. P ER C Y. we know keyleth fighting off orthax helped but thIS IS ALSO SEMI-CONFIRMATION (other than that awesome thing at that panel with the Vex cosplayer) that he heard vex tell him her heart is his.

(cut for spoilers ohgod)

and also my dude omg i’m totes emotional about vex being the one to deal with bringing kaylie to scanlan. like. how quick she was to say “i’ll go get her” when percy said “we need to find kaylie” like there was NO hesitation, and it’s not like she had a PLAN already, she just said it coz she knew she had to do it, she had to go get the daughter of her friend, and it was mostly because she knew that scanlan, although he spoke little of her (and let’s face it, when has scanlan ever really seriously spoken of his feelings until that first time he died), is/was super devoted to kaylie despite kaylie wasn’t super happy about scanlan in general. like…she was going to get kaylie and bring her to her father because she knows from experience that it’s not a given that every father is a good one. like. imagine being vex, having lived as long as she has as a daughter to a father who she has never felt has loved her, and then seeing scanlan know kaylie for only a few months and yet already want to give her so much more than he probably can and/or she could possibly want from him, seeing scanlan make an effort NOT to bring back the years that were lost but to make-up for lost time in the present so he can be better in the future, something she didn’t see her father ever even attempt to say or do, all she ever got out of him was “well yeah i’m racist and you were affected by that and i’m sorry but that’s just the way it is and that’s just how i am” which lbr that’s bullshit. so that mini-speech she gave to kaylie about not hating scanlan forever because she knows how much of a drag it is and OHGOD VEX + FORGIVENESS IS THE TRUE OTP wasn’t coming from a place of hate for her own father, it was coming from one broken daughter to another and MAYBE she juST. WANTS TO HELP SCANLAN PATCH KAYLIE UP. ALSO how much does that hurt? knowing that she, a daughter who doesn’t have her father’s love, is begging a daughter with similar father issues to go help her own father? she makes kaylie promise to at least try because she knows kaylie doesn’t really know how to react but vex seems to have faith that she’ll know, and i like to think that that comes from a place of hope for herself. like…it’s not just about this being routine (oh goD OH GOD OH GOD THEY KEEP DOING THIS THEY’VE BEEN HERE BEFORE SHE’S BEEN HERE BEFORE and the reason she’s here now is coz she was able to help bring percy back and percy said they needed something that will “cut through” OH GOD OH GOD), it’s about finding exactly what will work.

like, i know there’s an element of metagaming to it because as we said scanlan hasn’t really talked much about kaylie TO the other party members other than pike but in the face of something so sincere and touching and emotional i think we can let a bit of metagaming pass, esp if this means vex finds closure for her own issues with her father.

and also - coz this started out as a perc’ahlia ask - can we just take a moment to appreciate the element of similarity her speech to percy had with her speech to kaylie, and not just the forgiveness part? i don’t remember much of the thing to kaylie YET BUT i do know there was a bit about not holding on to the anger brought by the lack of him in her past (something about not harbouring hatred for him coz it’s not worth it), and that just takes me back to her telling percy to forgive and embrace his past as something that shapes him in the present, aND. i mean. it’s not DIRECTLY the same but they’re parallel to each other aND G A WD. I J US T. 

i love vex. so fuCKING MUCH.