ur not a real jimin stan if you like all the members ✌️️
Isn’t it amazing how the universe cooled in such a way from the primordial soup it began as, to coalesce into dense enough balls of gas & dust to ignite fusion and thus becoming balls of hot plasma just floating around in space? Isn’t it also amazing how the the gas and dust in the disks surrounding those stars formed gaseous and rocky worlds that revolve around them? And that one such rocky planet was placed at such a distance from its host star that liquid dihydrogen monoxide could exist and life did sprout as a result? And that the single-cellular organisms evolved into beings capable of complex thought and communication? And that one such being just told me that I can’t possibly love Jimin because I support him AND the rest of his group members?
“I wanna hear you! I want everyone here to yell as loud as they can, because I want fucking Donald Trump to hear everyone in Polska, everyone in Europe, everyone in Africa, everyone everywhere to tell this motherfucker to fuck off! I WILL NOT OBEY ANYTHING THAT THAT MAN SAYS! I believe in equality! I don’t believe in fucking racism, I don’t believe in fucking sexism, I DON’T BELIEVE IN FUCKING ALL THE BULLSHIT THAT HIS CAMPAIGN FUCKING REPRESENTS! FUCK THAT MOTHERFUCKER! NOT MY PRESIDENT! NOT MY PRESIDENT! NOT MY PRESIDENT!”
(21st January 2017)
(I was going to gif this but fuck that, you need the full experience, you need to hear and see him say it.)
Ok so like I think Roadhog and Junkrat are both probably really good at chess?? theyre always missing pieces though so they need to write down some of them on paper slips (They make silly bets every game too)
*pretends to trip and drop Steven Bomb 5* oh no,,, , *exaggeratedly bends over slowly trying to pick it up* awe jeez- *purposly kicks it away from themselves* oh my god what a clutz right??? haha *dramatically slips and sprawls the episodes everywhere* oh I can't believe, ,,
Thank you. Thank you! Knowing you, it’s been the best part of my life. And the things we’ve shared together, they have changed me. You’re my family. I love you. I love all of you. Just please, please, don’t make my last moments be spent watching you die. Just run, save yourselves!
Dan stood in front of the expanse of the bathroom mirror and lightly tugged the collar of his t-shirt off-center. He admired the deep blue, almost black bruises on his collarbones and up his neck, turning his head to be met with a faint blue strip of a bruise pigmenting his cheekbone as well. He passed a thumb over the healing of his split bottom lip feeling oddly.. triumphant. Regal, almost.
Dan liked it rough. Like, really rough. It had been quite the challenge getting Phil to comply with his desires at first, the older man insisting that “It’s abuse, Dan. Spanking you’s one thing, even choking you, sure; but I’m not gonna damn well punch you in the face.” To which Dan retorted “It’s not abuse if I’m literally asking you to do it, Phil. We’re two consenting adults, we can do what we like.” Phil simply shook his head and urged to walk out of the room, and Dan grabbed at the older man’s wrist before tugging at the front of his shirt, grossly whining “Phil Lester.. hurt me” which incited this back and forth between the two of Phil’s “Dan-.. I-, c'mon knock it off, love. Stop.” and Dan’s “Philly, pleeease… please Phil I need it.”
Dan lifted up the bottom of his shirt to be met with almost identical deep purple marks that littered his hips on either side, angry red scratches trailing from the dark spots on his right.
Phil’s resolve only lasted so long. He shook his head frustratedly before rolling his eyes and and slamming Dan against the closed door of their lounge, a hand firmly on the younger man’s neck, but not squeezing. “Daniel,” Phil began, voice low. “There is a difference between me getting passionate and me getting angry. You keep this up and my actions toward you aren’t gonna come from a kind heart, alright?” Dan smirked, and like the cheeky fuck he was.. spat right in Phil’s face.