These usher and herpes jokes are not funny at all. Herpes does not make you dirty, almost EVERYONE has herpes and has no idea. Legit like about 3.7 billion people have it and there are 7.5 billion people in the world SO YOU MIGHT HAVE HERPES TOO. Y'all just love to stigmatize people with STIs for no reason.
A/N: I got rid of the drug abuse mostly because I was too tired to write it in, and it wasn’t necessary. This one definitely isn’t my favorite, I am excited for the next one though. A lot of JI Yong and reader coming up! Inbox is always open, please tell me what you think!
3 weeks later
Seungri quickly ducked, letting the wooden object fly across his head. He looked up through his arms, slowly standing up. “Hyung! What the hell?!”
Ji Yong growled at him, a gun loaded in his hand. He was losing his mind, anyone could see it. They stood in the middle of your old room. The dresser that was by the door was completely destroyed, the bed tipped and it’s sheeting ripped and the walls contained bullet holes through all four walls. “Three weeks. THREE FUCKING WEEKS SEUNGRI.”
“Thanks, Hyung, I didn’t know that time had passed, thank you for reminding me.” Seungri ducked again, three bullets flying into the wall behind him claiming the wall with three holes. Seungri looked up and slowly got up from his curled up position. Daesung came rushing into the room, the sound of gunshots bringing the attention of Daesung.
“Hyung, is everything okay?” Daesung regretted asking that as Ji Yong growled and shot the wall next to him.
“NO! Nothing is fucking okay! SHE’S STILL FUCKING GONE. SHE MIGHT BE HURT OR CRYING OR RAPED OR FUCKING-”
He didn’t finish his sentence, dreading the possibility of it being true. Ji Yong set his gun down on the bed and sat on the ground next to it, his head in his hands. Seungri looked at Daesung for help. Seungri walked over to Ji Yong’s side, sitting next to him. “We’ll find her. She knows that you’ll do anything to find her, and we will.”
All three boys heard the rush of footsteps. Daesung looked down the hall, staying in his position at the door frame. The footsteps slowed as a young boy entered the room. Ji Yong instantly recognized him. Song Mino, from Winner. Ji Yong’s face lights up as the boy spoke.
what new witches think having lots of tarot decks means:
the reader is an expert, able to utilise each deck they own uniquely for any and every circumstance. They have a close relationship with all 3 billion of their decks.
what having lots of tarot decks actually means:
frequent Tarot Guilt, buying decks and only using them once, feeling like your decks are pissed off at you 24/7, still saying 'i'll get to know this deck soon' after a year of having owned it, having decks you don't even like but can't be bothered to part with
listen up heteros!! idgaf how much you try to convince me, fishing is boring af. like i dont care if “it gets exciting once you catch a fish” it’s the waiting 3 billion hours for the fish to come part that is boring i dont have the time for that! i have a million of other things i’d rather do than wait for some dumbass fish to put his little ass stupid ass mouth on my tiny ass fake ass worm and then struggle to reel the poor guy in and see that he’s only a scrawny ass mirco fiber sized mackerel fish it’s just not worth all the effort!!
A/N: This is the first story I’m posting on Tumblr! I hope you like it! I will always take requests if you wanna send me any. Anyways please enjoy!
PS: This is just part 1 and it maybe kinda slow.
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~ Admin Brooklyn
“What are we going to do?” Your mother whisper quietly to her husband. Her disappointment in your father was clear, as her face framed her emotions, all of them ranging from anger and frustration to anxiety and worry.
“I don’t know, but I’m so sorry.” Your dad said, remorse filling his voice. “I’m sorry. I’ve should’ve found a better way. I could’ve-”
“Are they coming?” Your mother cut him off, igniting a new problem in their minds.
“I don’t know. They didn’t say they would.” Your father said. As if on cue, the doorbell chimed through the house. Little three-year-old you smiled and ran towards the door.
“Mommy, Mommy someone’s here!” You giggled joyfully. As you stood in front of the door waiting for someone to open it. Your mother picked you up and carried you away from the front door.
“Sweetheart, (Y/N), go play in your room please.” You looked at your mother with wide eyes and nodded your head. She carefully set you down and you headed towards your room. Your mother watched as you climbed the steps and went to your room. The sound of the doorbell broke her trance. She looked at the door with panic and fear as she turned the knob. She plastered a smile on her face as the door swung open.
A/N: So I’m sorry to my Kpop Fans if you see Teen Wolf stuff on your dash or my blog. It will not change, I love Teen Wolf and it has helped me through a lot. I’m sorry if this bothers you. Anyways, like always my inbox is open and I will always reply to everyone. I hope you enjoy!
~ Admin Brooklyn
Ji Yong hated mornings. He just wanted to sleep, and the clearly irritated expression on his face showed it. He had to start his day though. A meeting, then grabbing Seungri and going for a quick check up on a special talkative someone. Ji Yong raked a hand through his hair, walking out of his room and down the hall. His eyes met with Youngbae’s tired ones.
“How are you doing?” Youngbae sighed rubbing his eyes with his hands. “Why the hell did you make me do this Ji Yong?”
“You were the only one that I trust and was free. Plus she knows you, maybe that’ll help her cope with this.” Youngbae nodded his head, sleep hanging in his eyes. Ji Yong looked at the door, a little anxious to see her. He needed to get his day started. He had an important meeting that he called for. No skipping this one.
“She was crying until, I think, two last night.” Youngbae’s words made Ji Yong perk up. He was paying full attention to you now. concern and a little regret on his face. Youngbae looked at him expectedly.
“I’m just gonna go in and check on her.” Ji Yong mumbled. He opened the cream door, and light flooded into the dark room. The dark colored walls turned everything into a shadow, the only other light source was the light shining from the window. As he stepped into the room, he saw you.