Idk is it just me or was this was the first thing that came to ur mind when gojo dolce & gabbana fit dropped

Every single odd number has an “e” in it.

LISTEN-

Not all of them. 30 and 50 aren’t spelled with the letter e in it …

father god 

…if you can split a number in half evenly, it’s even. 30 and 50 are odd.

-_-’

(15+15=30

25+25=30)

25+25 = 30? You sure about that??

Lord have mercy….

Bye

3 days into 2018 smh

LMAOOOOOOO

One

Three

Five

Nine

And since everything else after that is a variant of these numbers, then all odds have the letter ‘E’.

🗣YOU FORGOT SEVEN!!

It keeps getting worse.

LMAOOO WHAT IS GOING ON

My head hurts…

This is why that Tumblr University shit was the dumbest idea ever just look at this

who failed yall?

IM SCREAMING

You whole ass forgot about eight - a number with an e and is pretty fucking even

why would 8 be brought up if it’s EVEN in a post about ODDS??????? the post said “every single ODD number has an ‘e’ in it” not “every single number with an ‘e’ is odd” what the fuck

3 days until 2019 and we’re still here

happy New year’s eve

I’m going to bring this flaming dumpster into 2019 so future generations can see what a mistake Tumblr was

Er, guys two is odd and doesn’t have an e. Just saying…

did you deadass just try to tell me two is odd? i’m fucking crying throw the whole website away

Reblogging for the last one😂

The one thing I notice is that no matter how much you want to throw this site away, you just can’t.

TWO IS ODD?!?! PFFFTT I’M SCREAMING

Wait what about zero that’s an odd number ,no?

ok but hear me out fifty and thirty make up for the fact they have no e by the way they are pronounces third-E fifth-E

bro why do 30 and 50 matter THEY’RE FUCKING EVEN

what the actual fuck is happening

1 is an even number

I’m gonna smack you

-30 and -50 have an e in them

Wait why are we so quick to throw away the Zero idea

Zero isn’t a number

It can’t be divided by two though, can it

It can??? 0/2=0??

OD NUMBERS

onE

thrEE

fivE

sEvEn

ninE

OD numbers huh?

Anything that ends with a 0,2,4,6,8 is even and the rest is odd (1,3,7,9) stop freaking out y’all

YOU FORGOT 5

DUDE WHAT ABOUT FOUR

What about it?????

THAT DOESN’T HAVE E IN IT

THAT’S BECAUSE IT’S EVEN?????

A R E Y O U G U Y S O K A Y

IM FUCKIN SOBBING HAVAGAFDHFDHHBJJ

im rblogging this again oof

Is it too late to change my major after I already received the degree? Asking for a friend… 😣

What happened to y'all?

go back to school y'all

This is the longest post full of reblogs that’s I’ve seen in a long time. Good job idiots.

Im gay and my head hurts from reading this, but is zero a legit number?? Im literally so dumb, i thought six was odd it doesnt have an E in it??

waIT W AI T I FUCKED UP I FUCKED UP

0 isnt a number. 0 is the absence of a number. Like white, black, and grey arent colors. They absences of color.

god help us all

Nah. God’s gonna sit this one out.

We really are all just this stupid huh?

I smurt.

I said smurt thing up there. ⬆

Y’all, I promise 0 IS A NUMBER, and even just in the sense of it as an ending digit, 0 still falls into the “even” category. Regardless of what you thought though zero doesn’t matter here??? Cause either it’s not a number (it is), so it doesn’t matter in this argument; or it’s odd (it’s not), but it has an E so it holds up in this argument; or it’s an even number (WHICH IT IS) so it doesn’t apply here!!!

An even number is an integer that when halved is an integer (no decimals, fractions, can be negative or positive, includes 0). 0/2 = 0, an integer. 0 is even. 

AND EITHER WAY ZERO HAS AN E SO EVEN IF YOU WRONGLY ASSUME IT’S ODD WHAT IS YOUR POINT??? 

I was taught 0 isnt a number because it lacks amount.

0 isn’t even or odd but it is a number

also

thrEE has 2 es and it’s odd

does it matter the amount of e’s it has????? there is  no maximum requirement of e’s???????????

Tumblr really doesn’t know math huh

This post is just a dumpster fire

tumblr, excuse me, what the literal fuck is this shit

God has abandoned us all.

See you (M)

The one where Taehyung notices you at a concert, and can’t help but want to see you again.

Pairing: Taehyung x reader

Word count: 4.5K

Warnings: Mild smut; kissing, fingering.

A/N: This is gratuitously self-indulgant piece; a daydream gone too far!! And yes, i know I’ve left it open for a second part.  No, I’ve got no idea when I might actually get around to it 😂

Part two

“Are you sure you want to bother with this?” Sarah asks, eyeing the seemingly never ending line the of people that stretches out before you with one doubtful eyebrow raised, disappearing above the blunt edge of her fringe.   

You can’t blame her for looking skeptical.  After yesterday’s debacle that had you standing for almost ten hours straight, your feet aren’t exactly in prime condition to go tackling yet another queue.  

“I got an invite,” you reply, shrugging your shoulders and pulling the shoulder strap of your bag back up into place as it threatens to slip down.  “I can’t just let it go to waste.  There’s like a thousand other girls here who’d tear my arm off for this.”  Gesturing to the sign above a set of glass double doors that reads ‘BTS Studio’, Sarah’s gaze follows the motion of your arm.  

“Alright,” she concedes, shifting her weight from one foot to the other and grimacing as she does so.  It’s all too easy to empathise with how she’s feeling; the balls of your feet are killing you, too, not to mention your lower back.  “At least we’re sitting tonight, I guess.”

“And I’ve got more painkillers, so we’ll be fine.”  Sarah nods and then follows alongside you as you make your way down to the back of the queue.  It’s a relief when you realise that it’s not actually as long as you’d originally thought; nowhere near as long as the lines for the actually concert, anyway.

“Ok, I’m gonna go to the loo so that’s gonna kill… like, an hour, at least, right?” your friend sighs, a wry smile stretched across her pretty face, “And then I guess I’ll just go hang out in Starbucks or something until you’re done?”

“Sure, ok.  I’ll text you when I’m out.”  

“Cool.  Have fun!”  She bids you a farewell wave that you return as you sidestep into the queue behind a small group of girls who’re practically bouncing with excitement already, chattering away in a European language that you can’t hope to understand.    

Luckily, once the doors actually open the queue moves fairly quickly.  Scrolling through tumblr on your phone and rewatching last night’s videos keep you amused for the most part; smiling like an idiot down at your screen as you go over the precious memories stored inside.  

You’re only thirty people or so from the front of the line when you suddenly get the feeling as though you’re being watched, looking up from your phone with curious eyes and glancing from side to side.  Sure enough, your gaze meets that of one of the attending staff - a young East Asian man with neatly styled hair and sharp cheekbones - and oddly enough, when he sees you looking he doesn’t seem too concerned about having been caught staring.  He looks you up and down quickly, eyes narrowed, and in under normal circumstances you might think he was checking you out but… for some reason it doesn’t quite feel that way. It feels more like a clinical inspection than anything else, but before you can even begin to figure out what his intentions might be he looks away and then he leaves; abandoning his post without a word to any of the other staff and striding away, leaving nothing but confusion in his wake.

“Well that was weird…” you murmur under your breath, and though you may be frowning as you lower your eyes back to your phone, the latest gifs of Jimin to grace your dash are more than enough to help you forget the odd little occurrence. 

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See You - Pt. 2 (M)

The one where you accept Taehyung’s invitation.  

Pairing: Taehyung x reader 

Word count: 16K

Warnings: Explicit smut; fingering, fellatio and cunnilingus. Dirty talk, marking.  Rough, messy sex but also some very gentle, sweet sex too.  Very mild bondage.  

Part one 

Were it any other day, you might take offence at being looked down upon by the hotel hospitality.  This isn’t just any other day, though, and truthfully you can’t say you can even blame the impeccably dressed receptionist stood behind the welcome for eyeing you with such suspicion from the very moment that you enter.  You know as well as she does that this isn’t somewhere you seem you should belong.

The Ritz’ grandiose entrance hall is very different from any of the motels or b&b’s that you usually frequent.  You’re more familiar with slightly sticky carpets than the gleaming marble floor on which you tread to approach her, and the way you shrink under her gaze as you go stuttering out the pseudonym Taehyung had pressed into your palm earlier this afternoon must surely give away how out of your depth you feel.  If not, you’re sure the anxious chewing of your bottom lip and shuffling of your feet will.

You know it’s unlikely, but a part of you worries that the name he’s given you might somehow be wrong; that you’ll be laughed out of the place and lose the precious chance you’d been given to see him again.  Luckily, though, your paranoia is proven wrong. The receptionist’s glacial attitude thaws instantly on hearing it and suddenly she’s all courtesy and smiles, her pristinely white teeth shining under the chandelier lights as she divulges Taehyung’s floor and room number, directing you towards the lifts with a sweep of her manicured hand.  

To be honest, you’re having trouble even really believing you’re here.  

Ever since your secret rendezvous with Taehyung earlier this afternoon you feel like you’ve been living in some sort of daze, replaying each moment again and again inside your head.  The whole thing just sounds so unlikely that you might’ve actually started to doubt yourself were it not for the lingering ache between your legs to act as proof - though the hickey on your neck that he’d left behind had served as a nice reminder, too.  

It’d been a difficult task to try and conceal it whilst stood shoulder to shoulder with other girls in the arena’s crowded toilets, dabbing at it with your powdered foundation.  You’d gotten your fair share of dirty looks, and whilst usually their judgemental glares would’ve bothered you somehow the knowledge that Taehyung had been the one to put it there had helped to soften their sting.  The looks you’d have gotten should they have known probably would’ve been far more severe.

You hadn’t been able to take your eyes off of him during the concert.  He’d been as mesmerising as ever, managing to pull off both adorable and sexy even if the two were barely seconds apart.  You were transfixed by every bite of his bottom lip and every roll of his hips; bewitched by his voice and preoccupied with the memory of his hands all over your skin.

With how little attention you’d paid to the others Taehyung may as well have been on stage - Namjoon’s face emblazoned across your chest long forgotten -  and more than once you found yourself wishing that you’d paid extra to have a standing ticket for the second night, too.

Would he have seen you again if you’d been closer?  Would he have scanned the crowd in search of your face and smiled if your eyes had met?  

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I have one foot in the grave but in a kind of fun flirty way, the way one might slip on a fishnet stocking

Are you fucking stupid.

I mean broadly yeah but what prompted you to ask

Pink Panther (m)

Hybrid AU Pairing: Jin x reader Rating: Explicit  Warnings: Graphic descriptions of sex, oral sex (female receiving), impregnation kink, unprotected sex, dirty talk  Word count: 13K 

Below is the belated birthday fic I wrote for my precious @rbuns!  I hope you like it, bra, and I’m so sorry it’s so late *squishy hugs* <3 <3 

“Oh pants!”

Scrambling to catch the pen that’d leapt out of your hand at the sudden call of your name, your eyes dart across your crowded desk to the red, blinking light of the intercom which had just spoken to you so abruptly.  At least you presume that that’s what it is that’s flashing at you so; it’s a little difficult to tell underneath the stacks of paper that lay so haphazardly around it.  

Pen now safely tucked behind your ear, you actually have to resort to rising up out of your chair in order to find the damned thing, your heart fluttering nervously as you hastily try to remember which button it is that you’re supposed to press to reply.  You jab at the largest one, hoping for the best.

“Y-yes, Mr Kim?”  

You can’t remember the last time your boss communicated with you via anything other than email - apart from perhaps the odd pleasantry as he’s breezed past your desk on his way in and out of the office at each end of the day - so it seems only fair for you to lay the blame for your rustiness with the intercom system solely on his broad shoulders.

“Can you come in here for just a moment, please?”  

“Sure thing!” you agree compliantly, head bobbing up and down to an otherwise empty office, releasing the intercom button only to assault it again a mere split second later with a hastily blurted out, “Sir!” in some poor attempt to claw back any semblance of professionalism.

Honestly, you’d think that after so long working here that you’d know how conduct yourself properly.

Briefly pausing to check your reflection in the little mirror that you keep stashed away in your top drawer for moments such of these you ensure that there are no lingering gloops of mascara in the corner of your eyes, and as you round your desk a moment later, straightening out your skirt, it’s only very narrowly that you manage to avoid snagging your stockings on its pointed, wooden corner.  

You swear you wouldn’t be so much of a bumbling idiot if it weren’t for the fact that your boss, Kim Seokjin, is quite possibly one of the best looking men you’ve ever laid your eyes on.  As someone who’s fairly awkward at the best of times, coming face to face with someone who’d look more at home on the centre spread of a magazine than an office is more than a little problematic, and it’s with a frustrated sigh that you have to turn back halfway when you realise that you’ve left your diary back at your desk, open faced with a half-drunk cup of coffee resting on its pages.  

“Come in!” A voice calls from inside the office immediately after you’d meekly knocked its door, and it’s with a continuing coyness that you push it open and slip inside, shutting it behind you with a gentle ‘click’.  

Seokjin’s office is as dimly lit as it always is whenever you come in here; blinds drawn, no light save the small desk lamp that sits atop his pristinely organised desk and  the faint glow of the laptop computer which illuminates his face.  Your employer doesn’t look up on your arrival but you can tell from the twitch of the rounded ears nestled amongst his pitch black hair that he’s aware of your presence.  

Quietly, you wait for him to finish whatever he’s doing, holding your diary close to your chest and squeezing it as a way to calm your anxiety.  

As a hybrid of one of the most elusive and aggressive big cats of the world, Kim Seokjin has always intimidated you slightly.  You’re not sure where the feeling stems from, as it’s not as if you’ve ever witnessed him acting unpleasantly or unkindly in all the time you’ve worked for him - rather the opposite, in fact.  He’s quite the charmer when it suits him, entertaining clients with his enthusiastic sense of humour and disarming them with his good looks, usually over a lunch or dinner at one of the many fine dining establishments Seokjin so often likes to frequent.  You’ve lost count of the number of times you’ve witnessed him close a business deal before he’s even made a start on his steak; rare, bloody and marbled with thin slivers fat, just the way he likes it.  

But now, sat silently amongst the many potted fauna that decorate and humidify his office, Seokjin’s similarity to the stealthy predator that makes up part of his DNA is all too apparent.  It has you making an unconscious effort not to breathe too loudly; a prey response that comes so naturally that you don’t even realise you’re doing it.  

“Turn the light on, if you like.”  He speaks so suddenly that you almost jump, your eyes darting over to the light switch to the side of you before returning straight to him.  He’s yet to look up from his laptop, his fingers softly tapping on the keys to provide the only sound in the otherwise silent room.  

“It’s alright, Sir, I’m sure I’ll manage.”  The keys fall silent and Seokjin looks up, his eyes immediately finding you from across the room.  You’d think you’d have gotten used to the yellowy green of his irises by now - that they wouldn’t unsettle you so - but they still do.  It’s not so much the colour that stirs a confusing mixture of emotions within you, but more the way they gently glow back at you in the semi-dark; a constant reminder that he’s a creature far more superior and impressive than the simple human-being you are.

“Come and sit, then,” he beckons, gently shutting his laptop with one hand and gently gesturing to the chair opposite him with the other, “You needn’t stand on ceremony.”  Muttering a quiet ‘thank you’, you sink yourself down as delicately as possibly, very aware of the way he’s watching your every move, hands now neatly folded in his lap.  

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he’s!!!!!!! back!!!!!!!!

still the best character redemption arc of the century if you ask me

Matters of the Heart | JHS {M}

pairing: hoseok x reader genre: romance, smut words: 13k contains: victorian au, much banter/teasing, virgin reader but she’s a feisty one, era-appropriate dirty talk, unprotected sex  a/n: this is part of the “A Very Merry Fic-Mas” collaboration with @lamourche, @kpopfanfictrash, @kittae, @underthejoon, @floralseokjin, & @winetae! it is heavily inspired by Jane Eyre, though our Mr. Jung is much more respectful than Rochester ;) please note that Jin’s last name has been changed for clarity’s sake with all the Kims + a few minor Victorian customs have been forgone for ease of reading.

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Do this four times repeatedly and you’ll be out. But how does it work? There’s some real brain science behind it.

We’re trying this tonight!

It’s about time someone got around to uncovering all the cheat codes for this “human being” software. It’s only been out for like 10,000 years.

?????????????

I’ve used this technique for about a year, and I can safely say that it has efficiently transformed my sleeping habits from several hours of struggle to fall asleep, to passing out in a matter of minutes.

It’s a form of Alexander Technique. It’s a technique that was designed for actors to keep their body in ready working condition and give it the best way to perform. This is the method used to calm, and center the body. Once the body is at that point it can perform anything you want it to.

Reblogging for later reference after I tried it earlier today to try to calm down. It actually does help a lot, not just for sleep but if you have problems with anxiety.

My default mental setting is “vibrating intensely in the background.” After doing this, I felt noticeably calm and relaxed - I wasn’t as fixated on my breathing, I wasn’t tense, my movements weren’t jerky and I didn’t feel like I had to be as tense as possible to be under control. 10/10 would recommend.

me gonna try it

dont wanna reblog but insomnia is a bitch for some ppl so heres for my mutuals having trouble sleeping.

Mary Oliver, from “Franz Marc’s Blue Horses”, Devotions

“It’s the nation that does not permit you to live.”

Death by Hanging (1968), dir. Nagisa Ōshima

The context of the film is vital as it is relevant more than ever. The film is about an ethnic Korean in Japan who is set to be executed by hanging. Koreans have historically lived as marginalized members in Japan and have been heavily discriminated against despite many of them having all the makings of citizenship by being born and brought up in Japan. Oshima examines how the state legitimizes violence and racism as it permeates in the Japanese conscious of who is deemed worthy of life and who is not. An underlying theme is that guilty or innocent by state-set terms of criminality, marginalized people are guilty at birth.

If you are outside India, I am practically begging you to reblog this

This post is dated December, 2019 so a little update (June, 2020) since I’ve seen it on my dash a lot lately:

Amidst the raging pandemic and our Government’s botched handling of it, GOI has found the time to book student activists under a draconian “anti terrorism” law called the UAPA.

Here’s a brief article about what exactly the UAPA is here. It was written in October last year so it’s before all of this, but it highlights the ways it could be misused, and why it’s a cause for concern.

Here’s another article about the same. Has proved prophetic, because our government NEVER fails to let us down!

Many student activists have been booked under UAPA, like Natasha Narwal and Devangana Kalita. Safoora Zargar, who is pregnant, has been jailed despite concerns about COVID-19 (and this being entirely under an unlawful law).

Here’s a quick twitter thread with the names of other activists booked under UAPA.

[Oh btw, in a completely different story, no charges have been made against those suspected of inciting violence at JNU. It’s under investigation, which sounds promising, but uh, we’ve seen what’s happened in the past. There’s not really a lot of hope there.]

While there are scattered protests about this, and some mild coverage from very few news channels, and people have talked about it a little, it’s been lost under all the noise of the pandemic, the migrant crisis, cyclones, locust invasion and other horrors hitting the country right now. Please, please, PLEASE raise awareness about this.