Dare-Yourself

Don’t mock us for shipping something that genuinely makes us happy. You don’t think we know it’s not gonna be canon? We do. But you rubbing it in and making our feelings a parody not only hurts us as a community but puts our hopes and dreams down. We use television as a means to escape from the actual realities. The ones you’re actually mocking. So do us a favor and just keep your straight and horrible opinions to yourself. How dare you for making our feelings a joke.

Active ways to cultivate positive body image:

(Because oh my god, it’s so hard, and everyone’s all like stop feeling so bad about yourself and it’s like how???) 

  • Be naked. A lot. Sleep naked. Have sex naked. Eat cereal naked. (Or naked and wrapped in a sheet. Favorite thing.) 
  • Follow beautiful, confident, (un-photoshopped) body-positive babes on the Internet. Unfollow anything that makes you feel insecure. Exposure is key. You’re not going to get it if you don’t seek it out, because the media sucks and wants us to feel like shit about ourselves so they can take our money. (Some hashtags to follow: #effyourbeautystandards #bootyrevolution #blackisbeautiful #transisbeautiful #wheelchairlife #fatkini #fatshion)
  • Lingerie. Next best thing to being naked. 
  • Self care, babe. Different for everyone. (Me? Showers, books, shaving my legs, nature walks, dark lipstick, good playlists, clean rooms, candles, sexy time.) 
  • Get ready in your underwear. Boobs = happiness. 
  • Self portraits. Be pro-selfie. Take a million selfies. Take sexy selfies. Take no makeup selfies. Take bad angle silly selfies. Take artsy tripod selfies. Take everything-is-on-point selfies. You’re gorgeous; document your gorgeousness. You don’t even need to post them. 
  • Stop with the self deprecationnnnn. Pleeeeaseeee. It’s hard to control your thoughts love, I know, but you can control what you say. NEVER insult yourself out loud. Dare I say compliment yourself out loud? (And if you can, do your best to try to body-positive-ify your thoughts too.) 
  • Sex (including solo sexy time), wine, and chocolate. In that order. 
  • Share the body love. Compliment your girlfriends. Cultivate a nonjudgemental, supportive, lift-each-other-up “we’re so cute” friend group. Everyone’s insecure. Compliment your besties. And strangers, too. Be that person that makes everyone feel good about themselves when they’re around. 

Good luck gorgeous. It’s a battle. We gotta unlearn all this societal bullshit.

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To My Curvy Sister:


You are NOT a “big girl fetish” or BBW. You’re an incredible soul wrapped in a frame that society has for years tried to belittle, but you’re much more beautiful and too strong for that. You’re not ugly. No! You’re not some dark secret. No! The only way you’re subjected to that foolishness is if you allow your mind to think so negatively. However, you’re a rose and the right man will smell of your sweet essence and cherish it forever. So what if you aren’t a size 2 or 10. SO WHAT if people have their opinions. SO WHAT if you had boys in the past make a big deal about your weight, don’t you dare see yourself as less than what you are: AMAZING.

Your full figure is just your mark of beauty. Your heart, mind, and spirit is what shines so much brighter!

Congrats to all of my curve sisters! Showcase that love that people said you didn’t deserve. Fuck em! You deserve that and more! - De'Shundra

having a bias only means even though you like all the members of the group, you like that certain member a little more. it doesn’t mean you can disrespect, discredit, slander and ignore other member(s) if they are not your bias. don’t take this “bias” culture as how you think it’s supposed to be. if you don’t think you are able to like and support all the members of the group, don’t associate your name with the fandom’s name. the fandom’s name represents everyone who supports the group as a whole entity, not just one member. if you think you can’t tolerate any member, don’t even dare calling yourself an army.

anonymous asked:

Airmom, what does each sign represent while in their season? Everyone is saying that cancer season will help us to reevaluate our feelings and bring hidden feelings to the surface, for example. Thank you!

I took longer than I wanted to because I kept taking breaks dnwakjfnkqefne, but here you go!

Aries season: be impulsive if you want, dare yourself to do things, beginnings, let go of stopping yourself from things, let go of your inner-child

Taurus season: time to be stable and recover from Aries season, value everything you have (even the things you own), spend less time buying things, take a rest, the results of Aries will be shown, (Taurus in your chart shows where you should focus on in order to see results in your life)

Gemini season: time to balance your sides, whether it’d be your good side or your bad side, time to learn and to relate, find possibilities, where your Gemini is, is where you’re most likely to adapt to, it’s where you create the possibilities

Cancer season: time to reflect and let go, to protect everything that’s dear to you, a time to feel vulnerable and let go of the feelings you’ve tried avoiding, find your inner peace

Leo season: a time to create, project confidence where Leo rules, look for ways to create and build, find joy in everything, go towards life with an enthusiastic smile

Virgo season: time to analyze and be more critical, time to edit, fix, re-view, look at your responsibilities (the house Virgo is ruled), pause and think

Libra season: time to find balance in relationships, find harmony in everything in order to maintain harmony, become more involved with your friends or anyone you have a bond with, don’t hide yourself behind technology, see the pros and cons in everything, a time to create stronger bonds

Scorpio season: time to feel or experience transform in the house Scorpio rules, look at the meanings, a time to be more conscious of the deeper and meaningful things in life

Sagittarius season: a time to naturally visualize future possibilities, realizing that time is running, and that days are just passing by, a feeling and sense of survival

Capricorn season: time where you may try to build a wall for protection from being vulnerable and keeping in touch with environment, where we may have to give respect of each others privacy in order to recover from the year, time to learn and to grow, find boundaries

Aquarius season: where Aquarius rules is where we want to strong attack and break through barriers that limit creative expression, a strong sense of action, be different, be more aware of your friend group, make new ones, predict the future, find mysteries and solve them

Pisces season: may feel alienated, commit to your life to a dream, fantasy, idea, or illusion, don’t be afraid to daydream, embrace chaos

Inexorable (1)

So I thought, why not combine that shit and make it a mini-series or something? I really hope you two anons enjoy it! No idea how many parts there will be. We shall see. Gif isn’t mine, cred goes to the owners! 1,560 Words

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader 

Genre: Fluff, a little crack, (Eventual) Smut, Mafia au!

Part 1 | Part 2

Everyone’s heard of blind dates – never of blind marriages, not even in the mafia world. Yet, here you were, walking down the aisle, your hand latched onto your father’s arm, towards a young man you had never seen before. 

You hadn’t even gotten the chance to speak to him, let alone this being the first time you actually got to see his face. There was so much rage bubbling inside you at the moment, but it was all hidden behind a small smile.

Combining two mafia organizations together was a huge deal; something bosses usually agreed on with the exchange of girls, but considering Red Python was one of the most powerful organizations in the country, they wouldn’t want just any girl. They wanted a suitable bride for the heir of said organization.

And your father, being the great, generous man he was, suggested you.

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Everything's a Show For You

A/N: Loki is tired of constantly being shadowed by Thor, so he decides to show you just how good he is.

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Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, kissing, grinding, oral (both reviving), multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, vaginal Sex, dirty talk.

☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.

Originally posted by memoriescuselove-lovekills--blog

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First “Date?” (Peter Parker x reader)

Originally posted by jessikaort

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Summary: Peter and Y/N both hope that this friendly hangout is something a bit more in each others minds.

Requested: yes (anonymous)

Warnings: slight language

Man, I am on a roll today lmao! Hope you all like it!:) requests are open! I have some I’m putting out tomorrow! Here’s my masterlist!

MASTERLIST

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Your hair was not on your side today. The one day you actually decide to care about your appearance, your hair wants to be an evil little shit. You lifted your hands up to the top of your head, using your thumb and forefinger you attempted to flatten out the stray hair that kept wanting to pop itself back up. Finally getting your hair in tact, you sigh heavily, looking down at yourself in the mirror. Smoothing your skirt don with the palms of your hands you began to feel the anxiety build up in your system. This was your first date ever.

Okay, maybe you shouldn’t call it a date. Peter texted and asked you to come over hang out for the night. Of course, you being the obnoxious, wide-eyed loser who loved Peter, you took it very seriously. This was the first time you and Peter were going to hang out alone. No Ned, Michelle, or Liz even. Just the two of you.

Oh god, you think you’re going to be sick.

The nerves flooded your thoughts and body almost in instinct just thinking about being with Peter alone for more than five minutes. You didn’t want to be a nervous wreck, but you were. You shouldn’t be a nervous wreck. Peter was one of your best friends, you knew everything about the other, it wasn’t going to be awkward.

Unless you made it awkward.

Which you are bound to do. Peter just made you extremely nervous. His small, opened mouth smile was something you could never get tired of. Especially when it was directed at you. You felt like you were floating on Cloud Nine whenever he looked at you like that. His dazzling brown orbs were always radiating something, but you could never quite put your finger on it. You didn’t mind it though, they were extremely alluring to look at.

One  thing he would do quite often was, whenever Michelle made a joke or Ned laughed so hard it became contagious, making you laugh almost as hard, Peter would switch his attention to you it seemed, his structured yet soft features perked up at your laughter, eyes squinting in happiness at your joyous state. You had no idea the deep, enticing feeling had for him were recuperated.

His feelings for you were just as strong, if not stronger. He adored when you would slump into school, Y/E/C eyes tired, with no makeup on, completely bare faced. When the features you despised so much, hiding every day from the world, were exposed to his eyes, his heart did an enormous leap. His brown orbs would scan your face, taking in every line, crinkle, imperfection and smiled softly to himself.

One of his favorite things to watch you do was take your Y/H/C, Y/H/T (hair type) and softly pull the strands away from framing your face to behind your ears, in a messy bun, leaving a few loose strands around to frame your face. You drew his entire self in with almost everything you did, and you had no idea. It may sound a bit lavish, but he was mesmerized by you. Everything you did enhanced him. So, when you agreed to come over tonight to hangout he was ecstatic. He yearned for you to see this night as a date. And you did.

“Oh, cm'on! Captain America could beat the shit out of Iron Man. He’s got the shield,” you hollered, throwing your hands up as you shoved a fistful of popcorn into your mouth.

Peter rolled his eyes, scooting closer to you on the couch, throwing his right arm out into the air, “I’m telling you Y/N, there’s no way. You have to look at the physics aspect of it! That thing does not obey the laws of physics at all,” he said confidently, his scratchy voice chuckling after his statement.

You two were arguing about who would win in an Avengers battle. Peter swore up and down that Iron Man could beat the living hell out of anybody that got in his way, and you weren’t so sure. He went on for minutes, discussing how the entire battle would go down if such action did happen. You stared at him strangely, due to the fact that every key point he made was in such grave detail.

He sighed heavily once he was able to catch a breath. You laughed lightly and cocked your head to the side, “You literally sound like you could have been there once it happened,” you laughed at his exasperated state.

“Well, detail is key to any good story,” he let out, eyes wandering to every where else in the room, except to meet yours. You stared at him skeptically, but shrugged it off because it just sounded like Peter was being Peter.

You sat in uncomfortable silence for a couple of seconds, your eyes floating around the small living room, pairing your eyes with whatever you could fine, just not Peter’s. You sensed a heavy sigh emit from him after a couple of seconds, your brain picking up on the signal of boredom.

You’re being awkward. Stop being awkward! Why are you just sitting in silence?! Not opening your wide trap is worse than sitting here in uncomfortable, stiff silence for minutes!

You feel your cheeks flush as you intake a deep breath, breaking the wall of silence between you two as he glanced your way, catching his attention. Before a back and forth toss up in your on whether to break the silence thoroughly, you cough before speaking, “So, how was your chemistry-”

“Beep beep!”

You were cut off by the sound of Peter’s phone lighting up, signalling a text. Your attention snaps from him to the phone sitting behind you on the  table.

“Oh! Sorry, I just need to check and make sure it’s not May freaking out,” he then leaned his body completely over your frame, hovering over you.

Your heart quickened at your sudden closeness as you felt your face turn from a standard pink to a deep red. His knees dug into the couch right next to your legs, the heat radiating off your entire body, you attempted to hide the nervousness evident on your face before Peter sat back down. You could here the clicking of the keyboard on his phone for a short time before hearing the ‘swoosh’, letting you know he had answered the text, placing his phone back down.

The next thing you know, Peter’s frame had moved from hovering over you to right in front of you. Your eyes moved towards his, his beautiful eyes staring intently into yours, and at such a close proximity, you could see little flecks of light brown detected around his iris. Your eyes then made their way from his eyes to lips, and back and forth for what felt like centuries. He copied your actions, his eyes finding their way down to your lips as he leaned closer to you.

You didn’t know what moving was at this point. He had you locked in a trance, and you weren’t about to dare yourself to try and escape it. Your breaths mixed together, and the closer he got, the closer you became to exploding from happiness. Before you knew it, his lips found yours in a searing kiss.

Your eyes immediately shut as you brought your lips closer to his if it was even possible. He placed his strong hands on the back of the couch, on either side of your shoulders. You felt all of your worries wash away as his lips came off and back onto yours. Your hands found themselves in his hair, softly tugging at the strands.

Due to loss of breath, Peter pulls away, breathless. His eyes searched yours, your mouth slightly open for lack of breath. You stared at each other for seconds before he muttered, “W-Well, I really hope you don’t just think of this as a hangout.”

You smiled widely at him, “With just you, Peter Parker? I would never dream of it.”

Bittersweet reunion rp starters(Warning:death mentions and angst) and
  • •"It's been awhile..."
  • •"Long time,no see..."
  • •"How long was I gone?"
  • •"Do you have any idea how long you were/I was gone?!"
  • •"You've/I've been gone for so goddamn long and the only thing you have to say is HEY?!"
  • •"I've missed you."
  • •"Did you miss me?"
  • •"Why are you here?"
  • •"Did you miss me like I've missed you?"
  • •"Why did you come back?"
  • •"Why did you leave?"
  • •"You're the reason why I've returned..."
  • •"Where have you been all this time?"
  • •"I thought you were dead!"
  • •"But you're here and that's all that matters"
  • •"I'm so glad that you're here"
  • •"You owe me an explanation."
  • •"So...what's new?"
  • •"Things have changed since the last time we saw each other..."
  • •"You're not leaving me again,are you?"
  • •"Will we ever meet again?"
  • •"Don't do this again!Please..."
  • •"I'll never abandon you again..."
  • •"You/I shouldn't have come back"
  • •"You/I should've have left"
  • •"I brought you a gift.I hope you like it"
  • •"I'm so sorry for disappearing so suddenly"
  • •"I told you I would come back!"
  • •"Thank god I've returned in time to save you!"
  • •"[insert name here]?Is that you?"
  • •"Are you real?This must be a dream"
  • •"It's been so long since we've talked like this"
  • •"I have no good reason for excusing myself.I'm sorry"
  • •"I left because I...I.."
  • •"Let's sit down somewhere comfy.Tell me all the juicy gossip that I've missed!"
  • •"I have so much to fill you in.."
  • •"Things were much better before you/I left..."
  • •"You know that legendary dog Hachiko?I'm just like him.At least my patience paid off..."
  • •"I've/You've changed..."
  • •"So,how's it going with [enter convention topic here]?"
  • •"I see that nothing has changed while I was gone"
  • •"Nothing ever changes here"
  • •"Suprise bitch!Bet you thought you'd seen the last of me."
  • •"Well...I've waited here like I promised"
  • •"I thought I would never see you again"
  • •"So,what do you want to talk about?"
  • •"You didn't even try to look for me!"
  • •"You left me to die!"
  • •"I/You left because of [insert person/reason here]!"
  • •"I wasn't able to tell you at the time"
  • •"You/I could've at least said goodbye."
  • •"How dare show yourself here after all this time?!"
  • •"Next time,take me with you,ok?"

daemondarkangel  asked:

Mad respect to everyone doing #tony'swiththomas because I wish I had a perfect voice like Them! I would personally sing "Everything I Know" from In The Heights because it has a personal connection to me. You all are awesome and perfect.

Ayyyy!! First of all, you are right, they deserve all the kudos for putting themselves out there and singing so amazingly!! Second, don’t you dare put yourself down on your singing! We’re all our biggest critics, and I bet you sing that song with wonderful passion. Major props to you and to ALL of you supporting each other! Visit the tag and check out all of the singers!!

#11
Kiss someone in the middle of July,
on a day when it’s sunny at noon
and raining its own private sea at 1p.m.

#13
Leave trails of hands along the dust that cakes
the outside of your house. Pay homage
to all that it has held,
all that it’s protected you from,

#18
Climb a mountain, hill, or any other natural
formation you’ve never been to before.

Call out to nature, forgive her.

Tell her she’s beautiful,
tell her she’s loved.

#24
Learn how to play an instrument that isn’t
someone’s feelings.

#26
Forget them all. Find new people.
Go to Japan. Find the place where the sun
melts into the horizon, and pray for peace.

#27
Dare yourself and eat some eel.

#29
Stop trying to find God in the sky.
Instead, look for starlings, and wagtails.
Look for airplanes and kites
and clouds that look like the face of someone
you once knew, and forget them too.

#32
Go to Paris.
Find the oldest copy of love
poems by Desbordes-Valmore,
and read it out to strangers passing in the street.

#52
Love someone with the passion
of a dying sun. A sombre, last-breath,
lungs-afire kind of love.

#68
Grow old like sandstone buildings,
be happy like the ocean breeze hitting the skin.

#70
Spell love on your fingers
and watch someone’s face light up with joy
when they read what you had to say.

Bottle this light, and save it for a rainy day.

#71
Fall in love with people who teach you new things,
like how to say the color blue in Norwegian,
or laughter in German, or how to fish in the Fontenelle Creek.

#1
Forgive yourself in a language only you know.

#1
Heal yourself the only way you know how: slam poetry.

#1
Find your heart.
Love will come when it comes
but you’ll always feel homesick if you think
your heart is always someplace else.

#1
Breathe, breathe, breathe.

—  Bucket list by aye rah
Just Like You

I saw an image of Lance with robot legs and I thought, well, time to write some Langst.

TW: Blood, gore, limb loss
——-

Lance screamed. Loud.

He clutched his leg, blood spurting past his fingers, and screamed again. Lance writhed against the wall of his Lion, inhaling only to scream again, and again, and then sob.

He couldn’t breathe, he couldn't— all there was in this moment was him, and the blood pooling on the floor, and the sight of his bones jutting out between his fingertips. “FUCK—God, someone— please, please help me, someone, please—” he inhaled a shuddering breath, sucking his bleeding lip into his mouth.

He shifted, needing to reach his control panel, but such incredible pain lanced through his body that he collapsed to his knee and screamed to the floor, feeling his throat shred with the effort. There was so much blood here. On the floor, on his hands. Dripping down his forehead.

Blue was silent.

“Can anybody hear me?” Lance was crying now, salty tears diluting saltier blood. “Please— I need help, I can't—my leg—” He could hardly think. His thoughts swirled around him, much like the floor, which was suddenly rising to meet him.

He passed out.

—-

Static crackled, as well as disjointed, distorted screeching, through everyone’s comms.

There was a pause. More screaming.

“Who is that?” Pidge asked through the wailing, sounding scared. Like the little girl she was.

“Paladins. Role call!” Shiro barked, visibly paling when the only response missing was Lance.

“Fuck! God—” Static, before the audio cut out completely. Shiro’s breathing quickened, anxiety making his hands quake on the controls. “please, me, someone, please—” and then more screaming.

Shiro’s heart plummeted.

“Hunk! Grab Lance’s lion and get back to the Castle immediately. Keith, you take out the remaining ships with Pidge. If you can’t handle the ships, retreat immediately. Don’t you dare push yourself. I’ll escort Hunk.”

“Shiro, I want to go with y—”

Keith didn’t get to finish his protest before Shiro shouted back. “That is a direct order, Keith. Get going everyone. NOW.”

Keith clamped his mouth shut and did as he was told. With every ship he destroyed, it was one ship closer to getting back to Lance. To his Lance.

“I’ll be back for you,” he murmured.

—-

Lance was unconscious as Hunk barreled through the hallways, trying to avoid the warm rivulets of thick blood dripping slowly down his armor and his hands. “It’s okay, it’s okay,” he muttered, but Lance wasn’t awake to hear him.

Shiro, Allura, and Coran’s feet pounding behind him were unsettling, but the sight of Lance, incapacitated once more—but without his fucking leg— made him nauseous. Most things tended to, but this was a painful type of nausea that comes with the thought of maybe losing a friend.

Hunk slammed into the door to the healing bay, clutching his friend ever tighter as he waited for the pods to be set up. “What happened?” Allura demanded, and Hunk felt helpless as he shrugged.

“We don't—I don't—” He stammered, tears welling in his eyes. “We don’t know, Princess. We just heard him screaming, and we didn’t know it was him at first, and then—” He broke off, his voice giving way as he started to cry in earnest. Shiro placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Where are the other Paladins?”

“They’re out destroying the rest of the ships on the planet.” Shiro answered, his face still devastatingly pale.

Allura nodded, motioning for Hunk to put Lance down on a cot. The Yellow Paladin hovered nearby, watching as Coran diligently cleaned his leg and wrapped it in some kind of gauze. Allura booted up the pod, and no one had the heart to tell Hunk to sit back as they gently lifted him in. Hunk watched the pod freeze, sniffling loudly. “How long will he be in there?”

Allura and Coran shared a look with Shiro.

“For a while,” Coran told him gently.

Hunk burst into tears again.

—–
Lance floated in a dream, watching a blinding light flash in his lion before blood drowned him over and over and over and over and—

Bts reaction to their girl sending them nudes on a music show

Request:  hey, could you make bts reacting to their s/o sending nudes to them while they are at some music show? thanks!

A/n:I’M BACK BITCHES. For a while, then I’m going to disappear again, but for now, I’m back

Situation: You send your BTS boyfriend a risky pic while they are getting ready to perform on a music show. The reactions are the texts you receive in return


Jin

“What did I do to deserve this? I even left you food in the fridge. Now I’ll suffer.”

Originally posted by sugasuite

Yoongi

“You, my lady, are the best wifey material. You know what I want now? To lay you on the table and fuck you like you deserve.”

Originally posted by bangtanboysloves

Namjoon

“You really want to cry later, don’t you? Don’t you dare touch yourself or try to do anything. I’m coming after the recording. Just have the luck to not be on the bed with your collar on. Bad girl, trying to tease her daddy.”

Originally posted by bangtan-tan

Hoseok

“You want free porn, don’t you? Showing those boobs. Now I’ll dance with a boner baby. That hurts a lot. But I guess, now you won’t have to pay five dollars to watch porn on my laptop. Enjoy the show.”

Originally posted by leojuseyo

Jimin

“Y/n, baby, sending me your boobs does nothing to me. You know what does? Playing, sucking and licking them. Now this, will get you where you want to be. Right on top of my thigh. Wait a little longer, I’m coming.”

Originally posted by nnochu

Taehyung

“Why are you sending me this? Should I send you a dickpic back? Y/n, how does this work? What do you want me to say? I’m hella confused baby.”

Originally posted by kaiiyeye

Jungkook

“Naughty little girl. Look at you. Now you even have the courage to send me a risky picture? I’m somehow proud of you. You’ll get a reward for being more confident. I’ll let you ride me tonight instead of me being on top. That doesn’t mean you are in charge. That means that you will be on top with me in charge.”

Originally posted by nnochu


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“Dance of the Witches in Front of Chicago Federal Building, Oct. 31 1969.”

Discovered this amazing feminist group called, “Women’s International Terrorist Conspiracy from Hell” or shortly entitled, “W.I.T.C.H” while reading about the Weathermen the other day. They mixed street theater and protests which usually included witch costumes and chanting hexes. 

I’m really surprised Tumblr doesn’t talk about this group more so you can read a little bit more HERE

“WITCH lives and laughs in every woman.  She is the free part of each of us, beneath the shy smiles, the acquiescence to absurd male domination, the make-up or flesh-suffocating clothes our sick society demands.  There is no “joining” WITCH.  If you are a woman and dare to look within yourself, you are a WITCH.  You make your own rules.”

What a time to be alive. 

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Q: Dear Wen Junhui my child, you are truly very very very great you know, have more confidence! Here’s an early happy birthday for you ha! All right, I’m going to ask something that’s already been asked last year, if you were a girl which member below would you go out with? Why? (don’t you dare say yourself)
1: Wonwoo
2: Hoshi
3: Jeonghan
4: Joshua

J: Can I buy one get eleven kekekeke~~~

NOTE: OP stated that Jun said he likes Wonwoo, but asked if he could write down “buy one get eleven”, OP approved lol

His Throne [MYG] | 01

Genre: Smut, some angst, some fluff

Word Count: 4,413

Summary: You, a maid for the royal family, have sex with the irresistible prince Min Yoongi on his throne.

Tags: degradation, some praise, choking (kinda?), prince!Yoongi, dom!Yoongi, thigh riding

Version: Hoseok | Jimin | Jungkook | Namjoon | Seokjin | Taehyung

A/N: This is the first smut I’ve ever written so I’m sorry if it’s bad TT. PCs to vikttoria16.


You’d been working for the royal family for over a decade now. You knew every nook and cranny—every secret passage and hidden room in that palace. It was practically your home. You took care of it, constantly sweeping and dusting and mopping.

You also took care of Min Yoongi, the spoiled prince residing in it. You always cleaned his room, washed his clothes and made his meals. But then somewhere in the mess of everything, you began taking care of him in a different way.

You always had a close friendship with the prince but that’s all it was—friendship. Until one day, two years ago, he approached you. That’s when it all began, your secret relationship with the seductive prince.

No one knew about your relationship, everyone always assumed it was purely friendship. No one ever expected the handsome prince to fall for a lowly maid like yourself, which made the relationship all the more perfect, in a sense.

At least twice a week you two would meet up for discreet, eager sex, and today was one of those days.

“Come ride me,” Yoongi demanded sternly, eyes already mentally undressing you. He sat in his gold throne with his crown sitting crookedly on his head. His robe fell around him, engulfing him in a pool of black fur.

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Apparently this needs restating, again: you can’t be ‘racist’ against white people.

Sure, you can be prejudiced, discriminatory, dismissive and rude towards white folk. But racism is a structure of oppression based in material relations which entails the wielding of violence against a specific ethnicity. White folk are simply not subject to these forms of structural violence - because the (overwhelmingly white) ruling elite wields this partisan violence as both a racist ideological tool, and as a class wedge to maintain social control over the working-class by sowing division between different ‘races’.

So let’s be specific - you might find things which criticise 'white people’ childish, pointless and offensive. But don’t you dare fool yourself that they’re remotely equivalent to the material violence which black, Latino, Muslim and Asian folk are subject to as a matter of routine.

  • Me, up at some unholy hour: Time is an illusion fuck the sun I make my own rules
  • Me, seeing one of my friends up at the same hour: What do you think you are doing??? How dare you?? Treat yourself this way?? You get into bed right this instant and get eight hours of sleep or I will find you.
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TV TROPES »  anger born of worry: Character A is in love with Character B. B goes and does something crazy heroic, risking themselves. Once the crisis is over, A rips into B with utmost anger. This trope can apply to either gender on both the giving and receiving end; it’s the caring that brings it about that makes the trope. Related to “How Dare You Die on Me!”, except it’s milder, as in, “how dare you put yourself in so much danger.”