Hahahah… Idk ¯\ (◉‿◉) /¯

i feel like the most important piece of wisdom i can impart on teenagers is that no one–no one–knows what the fuck they’re doing

my brother is 26 years old, makes $200k a year, and just bought a house with his fiance. he’s the success story you hear about but never actually meet in person, but it all happened by accident. he wanted to go to college for clarinet performance, but he got rejected from all the top schools. so he decided to major in physics instead, and then went on to get a doctorate to put off being an adult for a few more years. but then he ended up dropping out halfway through the program and accepting a job with google as a software engineer. so to reiterate: my brother majored in something he was not interested in, and then he got a job that had nothing to do with his degree. 

he isn’t successful because he had some master plan he followed, he just stumbled around blindly until something worked out. and that’s what we’re all doing–i majored in political science and now i do customer service for a company that makes industrial-sized gas detection monitors. the marketing director at my company has a degree in biology, and my mom has an MBA and works at a middle school.  no one knows what they’re doing, we’re all just trying different things until something works out.

so if you don’t have a plan, that’s fine. most of us don’t. and even those of us who do, don’t usually end up doing the thing they thought they would. it’s okay to relax and let life carry you wherever it’s gonna carry you. because even though a lot of us don’t end up doing the thing we wanted, most of us end up happy anyway.

Leaves From the Vine (Remake) 

Produced by Chongthenomad

I decided to do a song a bit similar to what I did with ‘When Avatars Fall in Love’… After listening to some of the old themes from the original show, I decided to re-make ‘Leaves From the Vine’. Which as most of you know, is the song Iroh sings on his deceased son’s birthday. 

Hope you like it~

I love when dogs and cats just let you pat the shit out of them and they enjoy it so much. Like yeah dude real quick I just need to play you like a bongo and they’re like god yes I’ve been waiting for someone to play me like a bongo

im not built for this 9-5 life im built for living in a gothic castle as a vampire

la la land | 1

➯ Taehyung Kim is one of the hottest up-and-coming stars in Hollywood, breaking barriers and snagging top titles in the film industry. After watching interviews featuring his charming personality and seeing his stunning face on modeling campaigns, you have to admit he intrigues you. When he’s casted as the romantic lead in your movie, you can’t deny your excitement at the chance of getting to work with him. That is until you have a mishap on day one of shooting and realize that pretty face and charming personality is really all an act. 

pairing: taehyung x reader

genre: hollywoodactor!au, enemies to lovers, fake dating, humor, angst, smut, fluff

word count: 16k

inspired by → la la land by jax

part one | two links are broken; pls look on my masterlist for other fics

warnings: a mention of xenophobia, explicit language, a very cheeky taehyung, lots of innuendos, dry humping/grinding

“Is it true?”

“Is what true?” you asked, leaning closer to your phone to check your lipstick in the screen mirroring your image back to you. You rubbed your ring finger over your lips, smoothing the creases in the color out.

“That they’ve casted the male lead for your movie,” your best friend replied, unfazed by your actions.

“You know I’m not supposed to tell you. They make official announcements for a reason, you know,” you pointed out, pulling your phone away so you could fully see Kailee again.

“Aren’t there any perks to being the childhood best friend of a famous actress?” she playfully whined.

You rolled your eyes. “Kails,” you started, using your nickname for her, “just ask the real question you wanna know.”

“Is it true Taehyung Kim is going to be in your movie? The actual fucking beautiful, man-of-my-fucking-dreams Taehyung Kim?”

“When have you ever talked about him before?” you feigned nonchalance. You immediately started to turn the volume down on your phone, prepared for Kailee’s screaming that was surely about to sound through your FaceTime app.

“Y/N!” Kailee stated to yell. You pushed down the teasing smile that wanted to leak from your lips. “DO YOU NEVER LISTEN TO ME?! Tae. Hyung. Kim,” she enunciated his name. “I’ve talked about him since his very first role in America when he was just that extra that delivered coffee and said the first line that ever made my heart race for him.” She took a deep breath, lowering her voice several octaves to match his as she said, “‘An iced coffee with half-and-half and a vanilla sweet cream cold brew.’” She sighed dreamily. “I dreamed about Starbucks for a week after that.”

You couldn’t stop yourself. You burst out laughing. “Oh, him!” you pretended to suddenly recognize the name.

“Y/N, don’t even play with me, especially if the rumor is true! Please just promise that you’ll take me with you to set for one day. Please, please, please, please, please, pl—”

“I already do take you to set at least once every film, Kails,” you reminded her.

“But, Y/N, please, if it really is Taehyung, you have to take me with you. I’d actually die if I got to see that smile in person.” She looked like she was about to faint on the other end of the phone. You rolled your eyes at how dramatic she was.

“They’re making the announcement tomorrow. Can’t you wait until then?” you asked, pulling your phone away so you could look out the window. You were only a block or so away from the studio. You were going to have to hang up soon.

Kailee sighed even louder. “Fine,” she dragged the word out. “I can wait until tomorrow with all of the other peasants. Why are you so cruel to me, Y/N?” she whined.

“I’m gonna have to hang up, Kails. I’m almost to the studio.”

“You’re already working on the film?!” her shrieking tone almost burst your eardrum.

“For fuck’s sake, calm down, Kailee,” you demanded after seeing the disapproving look your chauffeur sent you through the rearview mirror. “We’re doing readings already, that’s it. Filming will start in another three weeks after he gets here. I’m hanging up now.”

“‘After he gets here’?” Kailee echoed. “So it is Taehyung! Oh my god, you’re going to get to look into the most beautiful eyes ever graced upon a man. I’m so fucking jealous of you! Are you going to get to kiss him??”

“The script is for a Christmas rom-com, Kailee. What do you think?”

She screamed. “OH MY GOD IT’S GOING TO BE THE BIGGEST MOVIE OF THE SEASON! I’M ACTUALLY DYING RIGHT NOW!”

“Goodbye, Kailee,” you said with a roll of your eyes, ending the call before she could say anything else. You turned your attention to your chauffeur as he approached the gates to the studio lot. “Do you think she’s right, George? You think it’s going to be the hottest movie of the season?”

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people change you and sometimes that is the worst thing in the entire world because you used to like yourself a little more but now you hate the flinch that lives in your shoulderblades and you overthink every moment and you never set a boundary without feeling internally destroyed and it fucking sucks because they shouldn't get to do that, they already ruined your life the once, it shouldn't echo into the future

but also people change you and sometimes that is the softest morning and the best surprise. realizing that you can divide things into perfect thirds without trying because you were a sibling in a group of 3 and always needed to measure out things. you learned to skip rope and step around cracks from the kid down the street. you love the way your favorite english teacher influenced your writing.

you're old enough these days to know your mother was right and you should take a coat just in case it gets cold but you are still too young to have outrun the thunderstorm of your childhood. you arrange your spoons the way you learned growing up but you've since reorganized the rest of your kitchen to make sense to you and the way that you like working. you fold your clothes actually still based on the marie kondo method (you just like the habit of it) but you allow yourself to just-loosely-chuck-some-of-it-in because really who has the fuckin' time for it.

you still can't be in the room while people look at your art (some kind of weird mix of guilt, shame, and embarrassment) but you picked up certain words and phrases from friends that help you slow down and treat yourself a little bit gentle with it. you always take other people's crafts with a reverence like praying, but you can't help that when you see your own work from a few years ago, you mirror someone else's snort of disdain. you saw other people's bodies and freckles and stretch marks and scars and you realized they are all still fucking beautiful to you, almost obscenely so, because they belong to someone you care for so deeply that it blocks out the sun - but you can't help the little flash of self-judgement whenever you pass a mirror; the voice from too-many years of 90's and 00's skinny-means-you've-won.

and it's kind of funny because you meet someone new and while they're making friends with you, you get to see these little stories playing out of them. you meet your mom and you think oh that's where they get the accent and you meet their college roommate and you think that's the same joke you both make and you meet their friend and you think ah so this is explains the oddly vast knowledge of freshwater lakes

and then one day in the mirror you reach your hand up to push back your hair and you think - oh shit, that was them. or you make a comment and you think ah, stole that from someone else. or you stand in the store and get that random flash of they would totally tell me to buy this. and it is like a little strange river to bind you to them - that over all this time and space, their hands guide your hands and your heart in silence. it is good and it is bad and is so precious and so horrible. it is both proof of love on this earth and it is also the thing that is keeping you hurt.

a little promise that is probably true: somewhere out there, your hands are ever-so-often guiding them too.

i hate the idea of a True Self that you Never Show To Anyone like the me by myself isn’t me partly because humans are defined imo by their social interactions as we are social creatures but mostly because that guy is a gremlin. the disgusting idiot who crawls out of my bed at 1pm and eats peanut butter from the jar isn’t me he’s the manifestation of a collection of weird impulses that all give way at once. saying that dude is Truly Me In An Objective Way, as if that exists, is such bullshit like [holds up a creature that is on the cusp of going insane because its species literally cannot be alone for any significant amount of time] behold, a True Self! give me a break