Hi everyone!

Yes, I’m still alive.

I want to apologize because I never disappeared for so long without saying anything before. 

It’s not like I gave up on writing or anything, but lately I’m really having a hard time. I’m studying abroad, I have things to prepare to graduate and, most of all, my mental health hasn’t been great. I’ve been struggling a lot to do everything right, go on and try to make the most of everything… but I’m incredibly tired. Stressed. Sad. Worn Out.

Writing has become difficult, even though I’ve received such a kind support. Part of it is that lately Tumblr kinda stresses me out in general and I’m trying to take care of myself; moreover, I let so many requests accumulate in my askbox that now everytime I try to write something I feel very anxious and pressured and just… I don’t know, I can’t write when I feel like that. I’m sorry,I truly don’t know how to apologize to all the people who have sent me beautiful, interesting asks.

I really hope to get better soon or to find more time to write, I have been trying really hard to get better and, even if I can’t make any promise, I really hope to be able to come back and write soon. I miss posting my stories and things for you.

Thank you for the like, reblogs, beautiful tags and everything you left me. Thank you for the support, I’ll do my best.

Have a wonderful day <3

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i might be an asshole like 90% of the time but at least i’m an attractive asshole

Pairing:Jeon Jeongguk / Reader.

Genre:Fluff / Humour.

Summary: Today is supposed to be a peaceful day off, but when you find a pair of hands sticking out from underneath your car, it becomes all the more interesting.

Count:2,400+ words.

Note: Adapted from my old story of the same name. Not much has changed, I just liked this piece and wished to repost it!

A day off is well needed after six shifts straight, alongside a whole lot of homework from lectures that have kept you up until the late hours of the evening. Or more so, into the earliest minutes of the morning. So when you notice that your Thursday is completely free of absolutely anything at all, the sight of the blank space on your calendar nearly brings a tear to your eye, and you decide it can be the perfect twenty-four hours to treat yourself, to at long last, kick back and relax. 

And what a lovely day it has been so far! You sleep in without any concern of an alarm, briefly waking only to roll over and drape yourself back into your sheets, welcoming another hour and a half of dreams. The sound of your roommate slamming the front door on her way out to one of her own tutorials has you decidedly getting up, taking your time to make toast, switching the kettle on to boil until you open the coffee jar and realise the dreaded fact that less than half a teaspoon of grains is found stuck to the bottom.

But no, nothing can ruin this day. So you butter your toast and shower, adorn your figure in a lovely, floral summer dress that you have not yet had the chance to wear, sauntering out the front door and into the student parking where your compact little car is blinking its lights in welcome as it is unlocked. You could have walked down to the cafe, less than a few blocks away, but you decide that once you retrieve your coffee, you should go for a drive down to the oceanside. Barely seven minutes has passed by the time you are zipping into a conveniently open parking bay on the street, directly parallel to the cafe, and you breeze into the atmosphere of coffee beans and warmed pastries, waiting in line with patience, no qualms to be anywhere else, using the opportunity to search up maps and scenic routes on your mobile.

The coffee is delightful, scalding hot when it reaches your tongue, but you cannot bring yourself to mind. Clutching at your cup of the roast, you hurry back across the street to your car, unlocking it with the button on your keys and eagerly about to jump into the driver seat with the interesting route you had discovered ready on your cell screen, until–

“Wait!”

The abruptness of the shout has you leaping back with a shriek, butterfingers allowing the biodegradable cup of coffee to clatter down onto the asphalt, the lid instantly popping off and leaking the steaming liquid across the bitumen. The sight is practically unbearable to witness, a moan of agony whimpering from your lips as you watch the rivulets of caramel brown spread in all directions, and then, you are seeing the pair of broad palms and slender fingers that are sticking out from beneath your car. It almost appears as though a dead body has been dragged underneath the vehicle, if it were not for the way that they defensively gesture, causing you to yelp and jump all over again.

“Oh shit, sorry to startle you!” The low voice travels from your toes and up your calves, curving around the shell of your ear and encouraging you, after a moment of hesitancy, to slowly bend and peer beneath the idle vehicle, avoiding the pool of caffeine that is already beginning to dry beneath the sunlight.

There, with his palms facing out to you in surrender, is a boy unfamiliar to your sight, though a delightful one in appearance at that. His hair is tousled dark chocolate, wide eyes akin a deer, rosy lips parted in surprise or awe, you are not entirely sure until they are suddenly spreading into a grin of pearly white bunny teeth at the very sight of you. He is very long too, the soles of his feet almost poking out at the rear to bask in the glorious sunlight, the remainder of his lithe limbs all bunched up, folded origami. A beautiful stranger, lying within the shadows, almost completely pressed against the engine of your car.

“What are you doing?” Is all you can muster, gaping with the remnants of the shock he had instilled in electricity sparking beneath your skin with his obtuse shout. Or possibly, because he is so handsome that you wish to shake the hands of his parents.

“Hiding,” the boy responds in an indifferent tone that is more suited to say just buying the newspaperorthe weather is nice today. You eye him from the peculiar angle, he horizontal and you not quite so until suddenly there are loud shouts in the distance and his face drains of its muted pink colour, a sheet of white casting over instead. “Quick, get under the car.”

You blanch at him before tilting your chin upward to where the commotion is arising. Two boys, who appear to be of similar age to the one taking refuge beneath your Hyundai, are hollering a name that you can barely make out coherently, assumedly belonging to the firm palms that are wrapping urgently around your ankles and– Hey, hold on!

“Jesus, just please get under the car!” The boy urges you, his voice strained and a little irate and although you do not wish to get your nice summer dress dirty, you find yourself completely yielding to this anonymous being. Within seconds, you are almost completely beneath the vehicle, but apparently your movements are not fast enough because his arm is looping as best it can in such a confined space around your waist, dragging you into his chest as the sound of four feet go thumping past, a trail of taunting laughter following in their wake.

“Ow,” you moan at the gravel grazes your elbows, the side of your thigh, pulling a face of distaste down at the already grimy material of your attire before you flit your eyes back up to the ones of the boy, unbelievably close. His arm is still firm around your waist, pressed near uncomfortably between the metal and your flesh.

“Sorry,” his apology feels genuine although the grin that it is whispered around. “Also, hello, I’m Jeongguk.”

“Y/N,” you breathe, disturbing a few loose hairs around your face and the boy now named Jeongguk watches them dance vivaciously against the flushed roses of your cheeks. His smile deepens, you pink further. “May I ask, other than the obvious, why on earth you are hiding beneath my car?”

Jeongguk sniffs. “Playing Manhunt with those two idiots who just ran by.”

“You made me spill my coffee,” you enunciate the words very slowly, “over a sillygame?”

“Well, how about this,” Jeongguk winces as he tries to draw his arm from around your waist, so you momentarily lay on your back for moveable space to be accommodated. Free, free, finally free, he wriggles and writhes until he can get his hand into the back pocket of his jeans, retrieving a small leather wallet. “I will take you out on a date, my treat.”

Choking on the limited availability of clean air, you cough at the complete bluntness, the sheer and utter confidence of this boy that appears to roll off him in tidal waves, and you are getting dragged out into its sea. “A d-date? You only just found out my name!”

“So? You willingly crawled under your car to lay with some guy who could have been a downright creep,” Jeongguk points out. The damn bastard has a point. “Plus, I like your freckles. You have ticked all the right boxes so far.”

Huffing, you watch him fiddle through the tiny plastic sleeves of his wallet. “The creep part is still valid until you prove me otherwise.”

“That’s cool, I can prove that wrong quickly,” he is grinning to himself, finally retrieving a perfectly cut white card and pressing it into your palm. “So, wanna make out?”

“See? You are doing a marvelous job of proving the creep part correct already.” You sigh, faux disappointed, staring down at the block letters and numbers that are inked in black on the paper. “Seriously? Is this a business card?”

“What’s wrong with that?”

“You look about eighteen.”

“Ouch, low blow.”

“Fine. Tell me why, you who is older than he appears, has a business card?”

Jeongguk continues to smile. Gee, he does that a lot, but you sure are not complaining. You want to see it across flickering campfires and reflected in bathroom mirrors and among tufts of white bedsheets. “To give to pretty girls like you while I am hiding underneath their cars.”

“You are absolutely enthralling,” you comment, a tentative smile itching at the corners of your lips while you tuck the card tightly into your palm where, later, you will discover how the ink has bled into the lines of your skin. “How long must we lay beneath here?”

“Until we have told each other our life stories,” Jeongguk waggles his eyebrows and you bark out a short laugh, which he believes sounds alike to wind chimes. “They will be running back past here any minute. So once they return and realise that I have vanished like the Houdini himself, we can get out.”

Your legs are beginning to ache and so you stretch them out, rolling the joints of your ankles. “Well then, you may as well tell me the life story.”

“Jeon Jeongguk, as you know, twenty years old–“ He ignores the pointed look that you gave him of see, I was not far off– “I study music at The Institute of The Arts. I grew up with nice parents, I spend my days singing to the rooftops and wooing girls beneath cars into kissing me. Seriously, your lips are gorgeous, entertain the idea at least.”

The hope that glances through his eyes at your mischievous smile has your lips tilting higher. He is a human-sized puppy, eager for attention, and you would be a complete liar to say that you do not want to kiss the life out of this boyishly handsome stranger. “Fine. But maybe on our date instead. You have grease on your lips.”

“Aha! So you will call me!” Jeongguk boasts in triumph, wiping the back of his hand against the nonexistent marks on his mouth. “I’m glad. Anyhow, life story, come on.”

You drum your nails against the bitumen and he watches the movement with piqued interest. “Y/N, same age. I study literature at a quaint little university and work in a bookstore just up the avenue. My parents are also rather lovely, and I spend my days drinking way too much coffee, but this is the first time that I have spilled aforementioned precious liquid to then be dragged beneath my very own car by somekid–“

“I am twenty years old.”

“– Who has thus, ruined my pretty dress and, potentially, my perfect day off.”

Jeongguk skims his eyes down your figure then, gaze landing upon the exposed expanse of your thigh where the cotton has been hitched up, the skin smooth, the face of a pearl. “Indeed, it is very nice.”

The way that you flush and fluster fuchsia pink has him grinning that sweet smile all over again, watching your fingers grapple at the dirtied cotton and hide your limbs beneath once more. You are about to make a comment, something along the lines of pervert, though there is suddenly the very distinct sound of gravel crunching beneath the soles of feet and Jeongguk is looking rather frightened. His eyes are saucers of pitch black galaxies.

“Jeonggukie!”

The voice that sings out is high, musical, yet entirely taunting. Gooseflesh creeps up your own spine at the way it slithers beneath the car in a threat. The boy before you starts to kick, scramble, inching closer to your body in the way that he flounders like a fish gasping upon land, and then he is suddenly yanked down to the height of your breasts by hands that you cannot see.

“Oh god,” Jeongguk panics, grappling onto your hips while you lace your fingers around his wrists, but the hands wound around his ankles are too strong and he is being dragged far, far away. “Oh god, oh god, they have got me.” And then, much louder for his two friends to hear. “Ow fuck! Watch it!”

“M-My palms are too sweaty!” He is slipping out of your grasp, and the way that he is being dragged is beginning to pull at you too, making you bend into a rather painful position that has you yelping and releasing him entirely. Jeongguk spits another string of curses behind him and then stares at you, wide-eyed and serious.

“I shall miss you, recent lover!” You call as though you are a woman watching her man set off on the seas, when in reality, he is just being dragged out from beneath your car. The preparation to sprint like a gazelle once he is completely out in the open is evident in his eyes.

“Tell our children I love them!” Jeongguk calls back and you burst into a fit of laughter. “Save us that kiss!”

He smiles with the radiance of sunlight at the way the humour of the situation envelops you. “Of course!”

As soon as his body has entirely emerged from beneath the car, you can hear the briefest of struggles before there is a harsh grunt, and then the sound of feet propelling away at a speed you certainly cannot imagine. The two men stand softly swearing at one another at the rear of your vehicle for a moment until they were also taking off, groaning something about how that damn kid has got some nerve.

When you roll to shimmy yourself out from beneath the car, you notice the tiny puddle of coffee has completely dried up in the bitumen by the golden sun. The outline is explosive, a miniature bomb that had been set off the moment that his voice called, hands outstretched and helpless, begging at your ankles until you decided to lean down and see the boy for yourself.

Remembering the way Jeongguk had stared at you like an unsure, yet excited child, how he had spoken so confidently and promised coffee and clearly much, much more once you thought to call, you decide that maybe your perfect day has not been ruined at all. Anyone who receives the cell phone number of an attractive stranger with a delightful personality to match must be utterly mad to call such a day anything but absolutely brilliant.

the awake short film honestly exhibited the hidden gem that kim seokjin is. he is their secret weapon, and they truly left the best until last. the tone of his voice was beyond thrilling, the kind that is melancholic yet makes your skin shiver, leaves you wanting more, but also instills an unsettling sensation within you. and the same goes with his acting. the look in his eyes was blank, dead, the entire film, though he still managed to portray an endless stream of emotions simply by the way that he held himself, in the way that he gestured and moved. kim seokjin is a fucking diamond and bighit have finally mined through that layer of rock to reach him, and I could not be more impressed, nor floored by the results. this era is his time to shine.

Sorry for the inactive-ness everyone :( I’ve been on a hiatus and I forgot to update my status. From today on though, I’ll mostly likely just be on a semi-hiatus so there will be more postings soon. :) thank you love ken

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bellarkejanuaryjoy:

Welcome back for the third annual Bellarke January Joy!

What is Bellarke January Joy?

Simply put; it is a month-long event to bring some joy to you in the form of Bellamy and Clarke!

For the month of January, content creators sign up to create and post a piece of their work on a specific day. Each content creator that signs up will “claim” one day in January for them to post! We welcome fanfiction writers, fan artists, and other type of fanwork creators!

❄️ Sign ups are open until December 30, 2020! ❄️

Read below the cut for more information!

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There are 12 dates still open!! It would be great to get these filled so there is a full month of Bellarke joy!

((i’ll be less active here from now on and need to focus on my health condition. idk when will be active again but i’ll prioritize my health for now but i’ll be around to check notifs and stuff aha

A semi-hiatus announcement

A lot of stuff has and is happening right now that its taking huge bites on my time. And with all of these ideas and thoughts competing for my attention and focus… It’s gonna be a while.

Sooo… I’ll be going into a semi-hiatus for now. Until I feel more settled with my new routine in life. Thank you to everyone who have liked and shared the artworks that I have here and I hope to post more in the future.

Hey!

Hello everyone, just a small update that I’m on a semi-hiatus right now Untill I can get back home :’)

I’m more active on my + Twitter. But I’m still going to try to post here when I can, and will still be holding the 500 follower raffle!

Warning in advance, The finished product might take a little longer than normal for the raffle winners.

Hey guys, I know it’s been a minute since I posted anything on here and I want to say sorry to those with requests on the to-do list that I haven’t been able to complete. My final year of Uni has completely taken up all my time and I just haven’t had the time to write anything on here. With that being said, I am going to be taking a semi-hiatus on this blog for a little while. Hopefully in a few months I will be back with new content and I will still be active on my main blog @thereagles sorry if this disappoints anyone but I hope you all understand and to those who requested, I understand if you want to send your requests to someone else. I hope you all understand my decision. I hope to see you all in a few months.

Heyyyy lovely people. I am still alive and still loving Queen and still respecting John Deacon’s privacy!

I’ve not been doing all that great mentally so I’ve taken a big step away from social media in general. I still love all of you, though. I’ll try to be a bit more active on here because I miss it and I miss you guys. I won’t be as active as I once was, at least not anytime soon.

If you still want to send me messages and stuff I am going to try to check them daily.

Love you all, stay safe, stay healthy.

Another quick update! My laptop charger is broken. I have ordered a new one but it won’t be here until the 19th. I’m going to go a head and call this a semi-hiatus until then. I will try to queue some stuff up on my phone but I’m not making any guarantees.
Thank you for your patience

artbyeloquent:

I think I’ll probably call a hiatus here friends? Since I graduated it’s been a whirlwind of moving, working, apartment hunting, job hunting, etc etc etc… plus with pride I’m now trying to fit in time with my family/friends AND prepping my outfit for the parade. I just need some more time for the chaos to settle.

If you are a friend (we’ve talked at least once or twice on here, we do our little wave at each other on the dashboard occasionally, the bar is low) feel free to ask for my discord and the alt account I’ll be on semi-frequently in order to practice Korean.

If you’d like to be friends or are just a silent mutual/follower, feel free to ask for my discord!

I’ll try to check back in with y'all in 2-3 weeks, maybe a month max? I just know I’m not gonna be doing much creating before then so I’d rather warn yall now.

Thanks to everyone who wished me well in the comments! Love yall, mwah. I just filled my queue, so I’m officially peacing out

I think I’ll probably call a hiatus here friends? Since I graduated it’s been a whirlwind of moving, working, apartment hunting, job hunting, etc etc etc… plus with pride I’m now trying to fit in time with my family/friends AND prepping my outfit for the parade. I just need some more time for the chaos to settle.

If you are a friend (we’ve talked at least once or twice on here, we do our little wave at each other on the dashboard occasionally, the bar is low) feel free to ask for my discord and the alt account I’ll be on semi-frequently in order to practice Korean.

If you’d like to be friends or are just a silent mutual/follower, feel free to ask for my discord!

I’ll try to check back in with y'all in 2-3 weeks, maybe a month max? I just know I’m not gonna be doing much creating before then so I’d rather warn yall now.