Loved-to-be-Hated

Merciless - (M)

Genre; Smut

Length; 3,300+ words 

Kinks; creampie, degradation, punish fucking, breathplay, impact play, etc

Originally posted by taeils-potato-hope

Hoseok and you always had this love/hate relationship going on; one moment you’d both be super chill, joking around with one another then the next you’d be at each other’s throats. 

This was one of those times. 

“Fuck off..” You muttered as Hoseok called you a bitch while he plopped himself down onto the couch beside you. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes in pure annoyance at the situation you were in; just having to be alone with him pissed you off. 

Hoseok turned to you, “Why are you always like this with me?” He asked, combing his fingers through his parted brunette hair. “I’m always so nice to you, y/n. What makes you wanna be so damn rude all the time?” 

As soon as you heard the false innocence his voice, you scoff in disbelief; Was he really trying to pull that shit with you? 
“Do you really want to fucking know Hoseok?” You practically shouted as you turned to face him. 

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Someone: *is nice to me*
Me: you love me? I love you! Let’s get married! Let’s live together forever!
Same someone: *doesn’t talk to me for one (1) hour*
Me: you hate me don’t you? I’m just repulsive, aren’t i? I’m terrible and awful! Of course you wouldn’t love me I hate me too and I hate you for abandoning me like everyone else in my life

2576 Days

Thats 7 years and 19 days we spent on this show crying and laughing and just about every emotion in between.we have said up all night in denial or disbelief and making obsure theories to help us understand this mess of a show we love to hate and hate to love.all I can say is I love this show its helped me through so many rough patches. Cheers to us we did it we made it to the end.

Originally posted by dilaurnts

so next week:

no shadowhunters
no stitchers
and no PLL because ITS OVER

my love/hate relationship is now also with freeform :)))

I want to slap your words on your face - every promise, every assurance.
I want to take your gestures and throw them in the trash because that’s where they belong, that is what they are - garbage.
I want to to delete every call log, every sweet message and every little thing that will remind me of you because I shake in anger everytime they remind me of what you did to me.
I want to stand in front of you, face to face and ask you to tell me straight in the eyes that you don’t love me anymore because I deserve more than just being left without an explanation - I deserve a good bye at the least.
Because no you didn’t stick to your words;
No, your gestures were for naught;
No, those efforts were all lies;
But most of all, no, you didn’t love me.
And for that, i hate you.
But i hate myself more for falling for a boy like you.
—  feelings left unsaid, M.B
Message in a Bottle - Part One

I received another wonderful prompt from romancoin the other day! She seriously has the best ideas. If y’all need prompts, ask her. But, anyway, she sent me this completely developed story and hinted she might try her hand at writing fanfic someday… so I strayed a bit from her premise in hopes that I’d annoy her enough to make her want to write it her own way. Ha! I love you romancoin, don’t hate me.

Here’s the premise that she pitched to me: Lonely Modern-Day-Claire (an engineer, to stir things up a bit) goes to Craig na Dunn not knowing it’s hidden powers. Something vanishes thru the cleft in the stone, prompting her to send other things thru. Jamie finds them and sends them back. Love letters ensue and one travels thru the stones to the other.


Day One - July 17th, 2010; Cairngorms National Park, Scotland.

Uncle Lamb and I had relocated to Oxford from Cairo about five years ago. He had taken a teaching position there, while I attempted to graduate early from upper school and begin taking university courses of my own in London. This set me at a complete disadvantage in the friends department, yet managed to earn me a certain measure of unwanted attention in the biochemical engineering department.

I took this summer off from internships, classes, and labs and instead followed my uncle to the Scottish Highlands. It was a breath of fresh air, literally and figuratively, to be back in the field with him.

This location wasn’t really within Uncle Lamb’s usual scope of historical exploration, he was an expert on the intermediate Egyptian dynasties with several books published on the more specific topic of New Kingdom hieroglyphics, but he had lost a bet with a favorite professor friend of his and, so, here we were.

Tipping my head back, I peered up the steep slope of the hill. Hiking was never far out of the realm of possibility with my uncle and I thanked my lucky stars I had worn my boots today. “It’s at the top?” I asked, rather unnecessarily.

Of course, it was at the top. It was always at the top. Except when it was at the very bottom, but, even then, you had to climb back to the top.

“Yep!” Dr Joe Abernathy, an American who specialized Scottish folklore, replied eagerly.

I trailed behind Uncle Lamb and Dr Joe as we hiked the path up to the top of Craigh na Dunn, listening absently to the two of them discuss the myths surrounding the site. They were two peas in a pod, although Dr Joe was significantly younger than my uncle, and were both in a titter about recently found artifacts or some such.

“And you say they just appear at the base?” My uncle asked skeptically.

Dr Joe nodded, “Dead as door nails.”

The thought of poor, dead birds randomly materializing on the ground in the middle of a henge made me shudder.

What on earth had I agreed to?

Day Three - July 13th, 2016.

I sat on the ground between two of the outer stones and chewed on the end of my pencil as I tried to get the cleft in the center stone right. It was quickly frustrating me, being almost geometrically proportional but off just enough to make it irritatingly irregular.

Tearing the page out of my sketchbook, I crumpled it up into a tight ball and threw it at the offending rock. It arched perfectly, looking like it was going to pass right thru the divide. I silently congratulated myself as I waited to see if it would land my uncle, who was working on the other side.

A startled shriek escaped my lips as the paper vanished into thin air.

“Are you alright, Claire?” Uncle Lamb stuck his head around the side of the stone.

Pointing above his head, I gaped, “Where the hell did it go?”

“Where did what go?” Dr Joe asked, coming towards me.

“My paper,” I stood as I answered. “I threw it at the stone and it disappeared.”

Dr Joe laughed and patted me on the head patronizingly, “Sure you did, kid.”

“I’m eighteen and I know what I saw!” I informed him.

Day Four - July 14th, 2016.

One of my favorite things to do when I was in the field with Uncle Lamb was to go for morning hikes. We were both early risers, but, as he need an entire pot of coffee before he was ready to do anything productive, I used it as my own private, quiet time.

I got to the top of the hill just as the sun was beginning to hit the standing stones. The sunrise painted the already eerie monoliths in an almost otherworldly light and I took out my phone to quickly capture the moment. Something white caught my eye in the corner of the image, prompting me to move closer to the center stone to investigate.

It was my paper.

Mouth open in astonishment, I scooped it up. It was slightly damp from the dew, but very obviously the paper I had thrown the afternoon before. It certainly hadn’t been there before we left, I had scoured the site looking for it to no avail.

I uncrumpled it and dropped the sheet of paper like it was a hot coal.

Someone had finished my sketch, signing their work with five neat letters in the bottom left hand corner.

JAMMF

so it’s not rlly my place to step in but my whole dash is flooded with posts about being divided over laundry. i mean hey personally off the grid would’ve been great, yeah! but laundry is p ok too. i don’t feel like it’s right to bash EA when the whole time the majority of people were screaming at them to add laundry. either way not everyone is going to be happy; there’s gonna be people who hate it, and some who love it.

anonymous asked:

I'm trying to fall in love with myself because Im bad and I deserve it but it's hard lmfao 😩😩😂

wowowowow i have a lot to say about this because ive been through this and this might be rly irrelevant n it might not help u but i have tips on how to fall in love with yourself because i fuckin hated myself a while back and i started to do these things n they worked!!!!!! i mean i have my days where i have a hard time but !!!!!!!!!!!! here r some things u can do that may be corny but worked for me:

  • walk around naked: no mf joke when i was home alone i wear no clothes. it really helps me become comfortable in my body and sometimes i just stare at myself naked just so i can be comfortable with the idea of being in my own skin!!! also sleeping naked!!! good stuff
  • fake it til u make it: act like you’re the shit. not in an arrogant way but make sure you’re telling yourself every day you’re the hottest thing to walk this planet. even if you don’t believe it and it may seem like a joke, you sort of start to believe yourself and it really makes you seem more confident!!! confidence is key!!! fake confidence so it turns into real confidence!!!!
  • have a pamper day: honestly so many people are so busy that they dont have time to have a day to themselves. when you aren’t busy make sure you give yourself a nice spa session. face masks, nail polish, doing your hair nicely, a nice exfoliate and a nice scent. those little times you get to yourself are really great to explore yourself.
  • dont be so hard on yourself: its so fucking hard to do this but you really have to allow yourself to just be. if you’re forever focused on your flaws, how are you supposed to see the good in yourself? how are you meant to show that good in you to everyone you meet? this is hard but i know u can do it!!

Right now, I’m having a love/hate relationship with my Flora and Fauna AU akhlfllhglgl LOL

I realized I was not having complete fun as I write its plot and filling up the holes (no im not writing a fic for it for im not a writer lmao im just writing the flow of the entire plot i have for it since i want to create a comic for it in the future).

So then I’m deciding to put it on hiatus, and come back to it when I feel less frustrated, haha. It’s not that I hate this creation of mine, I’m just a bit frustrated about the whole process because it takes a lot of corrections here and there, really. (and yes, it is stressful)

I’m going back on this AU once I realize I’m actually enjoying what I’m creating. Who knows if I come back, this AU will have a complete different and much enjoyable plot hahaha! We will see.

Content creation is all about having fun, after all.

I am deeply sorry about this. For the mean time, please enjoy the recent Cat AU I contributed as a compensation.

-phyxalia

anonymous asked:

I get kind of sad when I see photos of happy couples in love because I wish I had that. I was at pride with some friends and two of them are just so in love, and I hate that I feel jealous, but I do. I'm so embarrassed with myself for feeling envious or negative about others' joy; how can I stop feeling that jealousy and just be comfortable with the way things are right now?

I’d say first, it’s ok the be jealous. I know that’s not really what we’re supposed to say, but I think it’s natural to see something and wish you had that. What I think should be the focus is making sure that when you see someone enjoying life, you take time to celebrate them. Resist the urge to make everything about you. If other people are happy, celebrate that. Genuinely give them compliments. Wish good things for them.
Also, even though I think being jealous is sometimes a natural response, I’d say be careful envying people. You have no idea what is going on in their life. So if you want a relationship, that’s ok. It’s ok to want to have life experiences other people have. But resist the urge of idolizing people and their lives. Because you’ll be surprised how many people wish and hope for a relationship, and because they have unrealistic expectations about being in a relationship, it ends up falling apart

Friendly Reminder

I love Diana Prince and Steve Trevor. I love Wondertrev. I love both of them individually and together. I love how they support each other.


Also people allowed to love whatever they love without receive hate from anyone 💜