You-people-are-insane

NO PART OF CAUSING A RIOT IN FRONT OF A CELEBRITY’S HOTEL IS ‘LOVE’.

Anyone calling us envious is delusional. We are not envious because these people (who aren’t even fans) are disrespecting Shawn’s privacy, and we aren’t envious that we’ve never caused such a riot. WE ARE FUCKING MAD BECAUSE THEY ARE BEING INCONSIDERATE AND SELFISH.

Batfam as things my fam has said

*the number of kids in the family keeps growing*

Dick: God, at this rate, we’re gonna have to rent out an arena for family reunions.

Jason: Family reunions? Who says I’m gonna want to see any of you again?

Damian: Who said we would invite you?

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Dick: So, should we eat at McDonald’s or Subway?

Tim: Who cares? We’re all just going to inevitably die anyway no matter where we eat, so what’s the point? What is the point?

Dick: …

Dick: So Subway?

Tim: Yeah, McDonald’s would only kill us faster.

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Damian: I don’t have friends. I just have you people.

Jason: No no. It’s, “I don’t have friends because I have you people.”

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Dick: So, if you count nine months backwards from the month you were born, you get an idea of what might have brought on your creation.

Jason: That’s disgusting. Why would I want to know that?

Dick: *smiles evilly at Jason* 

Jason: You already figured mine out, didn’t you.

Dick: Congratulations! You are the product of one hell of a Christmas celebration!

Jason: I would’ve happily gone my entire life without knowing that.

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Dick: So were you born this evil or did something make you this way?

Damian: I’m the youngest in this train wreck of a family. What do you think?

Dick: Yeah okay.

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Dick: As your elder sibling, I’m going to give you some tips on how to survive in life.

Tim: Is that what you’re doing?

Dick: I– *breaks down* I honestly have no idea. 

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Dick: I have my great ass and my ability to completely ignore how much I don’t know what I’m doing working for me. What do you have?

Jason: A master plan and a raging, fiery sense of calculated vengeance. 

Dick: Yeah, that’ll do it.

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Tim and Damian: *watching the neighborhood kids play*

Tim: Look at them. They’re having so much fun. They’re so happy.

Damian: Yeah.

Damian: How long do you think it’ll be until they lose the will to live?

Tim: I don’t remember ever having one.

Damian:Yeah, those kids are doomed.

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Damian: This is so humiliating.

Dick: Hey, remember what family you’re in. We sold our dignity to the devil for good looks.

Jason: Yeah, and it looks like he ripped you off.

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Bruce: Good morning.

Damian: Dad, you just put salt in your coffee.

Bruce: Adulthood is a trap, son.

Damian: What are you–

Bruce: Happiness is an illusion.

Damian:

Bruce: I’m going back to bed.


Inspired by my hot mess of a family. If there’s one thing our dysfunctional dynamic brings, it’s humor in the face of crippling stress. lolol Hope you enjoyed!

Dream a Little Dream of Me

Summary: The reader is head over heels in love with Bucky, but doesn’t want to ruin their friendship. The way Bucky feels about her is obvious to everyone BUT her. Thanks to some convincing from Tony and Steve, things are pushed into action. 

Word Count: 5803

Song Pairing: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SwYKqA_j2M8

Author’s note: SMUTTTT! This one is long, but it’s jam packed full of smut! I hope you guys enjoy my first marvel imagine:) also!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY SEB!

You were currently sitting in Tony’s office with Steve, the three of you sitting at one table. Pinching the bridge of your nose you said, “ Boys I don’t know how much longer I can talk about the next mission”.

Instantly Tony smirked, and you prepared yourself for a very sarcastic comment. Tony pouted, “ You’re just upset your favorite soldier isn’t here”. You felt a blush creep over your cheeks but you tried to play it cool.

Shrugging your shoulders you said, “ Maybe all this planning is getting to you too, Steve is right next to you”. Tony laughed, it was a valiant effort on your part but he knew you too well.

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She has short hair, that’s it. She’s not even close to being butch or coded or whatever buzzword, she’s a plain as fuck woman with short hair because it’s easier to animate and god knows Biwoare animators need all the help they can get.

Our Daily Routine

Originally posted by good-gay-sherlock

Request: You’ve liked me for ages and were really obvious about it and I didn’t like all the attention but now you’re over me I really miss it and fuck I think I like you too? – Imagine for Gaston?

Rating: T

Warnings: None
Word Count: 944
A/N: i just wanna say that luke evans has officially ruined me. thank you. Tagging @whoaheather

PART TWO PART THREE


You and Gaston had some sort of routine that you both went through every morning. He would knock on your door, give you a huge bouquet of flowers, blabber on and on about how great he was (sometimes he says something about you in between), ask you to go to dinner with him, and you would say no then slam the door on his face.

Any other girl would have jumped at the thought of Gaston courting them, but not you. You had no interest in getting married to that pompous asshole whatsoever. Some people called you insane for not taking the opportunity of being the “great and handsome and dashing” war veteran’s wife, while others went green with envy whenever Gaston immediately chose you over all of them. By others, you meant the girls who were completely and utterly obsessed with him (those girls who always looked like they got hit in the face with flour and got berries spilled all over their lips, those ones).

Sometimes, you did see the appeal of being with Gaston. Even though his ego was bigger than Europe itself, he had his moments and you would consider the possibility of being friends with him. Underneath all of his tough exterior, you saw his rarely shown weaknesses. He was still a human with flaws, unlike what he was painted out to be.

During the first month, Gaston’s daily visits to court you was irritating and annoying, but eventually, you got used to it. You even rehearsed various possible responses to all his attempts of trying to woo you and got a special bucket to store the massive, colorful flowers he brought you.

You thought of all the possible ways to drive him away, but no matter how much you rebuffed or tried to drive him away, he would always come back every morning, even if it was raining or snowing, with a monologue about how perfect you two would be. It pained you to admit that you had grown rather fond of him, because there was a good chance his precious ego would inflate even more.

You never thought that someday, he would give up and stop coming back. After all, no one perseveres like Gaston.


Your family lived in a small, but decent house. Your family was never too big on money, but ever since Gaston started courting you, your mother started complaining and tried to pressure you to marry him. Luckily, your father was a bit more forgiving.


“Think about the money and happiness he could bring you!” Your mother sighed. The argument all started with you complaining about Gaston, and it escalated from there.

“I’d rather fall off a cliff like Aunt Collete.”


Stretching your arms up above your head, you yawned then jumped off your bed. Gaston would probably come barreling through your door soon.

You hastily put on some clothes and looked at the bucket you used to store Gaston’s flowers. In the middle of the bucket, was your favourite flower, which Gaston surprisingly found out. You didn’t want to know how he got the information. Still, it was nice to know he cared.

“Morning Mother!” You greeted as you walked to your house’s modest kitchen. Your mother was hustling around the place, preparing food for your other siblings and scrubbing viciously at a pan. She looked up at you for a brief second and smiled, returning your greeting.

Your siblings, on the other hand, were quickly making a mess on the breakfast table. Scraps of paper and fruit were lying about, and you cringed. Sometimes you wondered how your parents survived with all the chaos around the house.

Smoothing your skirt and preparing your best i’m-not-interested-face, you exited your home and went into the warm sunlight. As always, your neighbours came out and wished you a good morning before carrying on with their regular lives. Children were hurrying to the schoolhouse, afraid of being late and some vendors heading to the market offered you some food, which you politely turned down.

Gaston usually arrived at exactly 10 in the morning, with a fresh bouquet of colorful flowers and a speech about what your future would be like. You wondered how many kids you would have in his little daydream this time. You hated to admit it, but his plans for your future sometimes made you laugh. (You would never tell him that though.)

You glanced over at the massive clock tower. It was almost 10 AM, the shorter hand almost at the 10. Anxiously, you looked over at the curve Gaston appeared from.

Bong! The bells of the clock tower suddenly rang, and Gaston would start walking over smugly to you. Except he didn’t. He didn’t come out the curve, like you thought he would. No one came.

You chuckled. Maybe something happened? Perhaps a minor delay in Gaston’s egg eating routine? Oh well. You headed inside. Gaston was late sometimes, so you weren’t that worried.

The day after, still no one came. You waited longer outside this time, expecting to see the bright red coat that always brought flowers to you.

Days passed, but no one came, and eventually… all your colorful flowers he brought you were gone, replaced by their dead remains.

Ahkmenrah x Reader: Bluebeard

I don’t own the image or Night at the Museum.  Other than that, enjoy!

“I’m telling you, that has to be one of the freakiest movies I’ve ever seen!” Nicky shuddered.  You and him had just returned from seeing Krampus, and he was still freaked out.  You, on the other hand, weren’t impressed by the film.  “Like, thank God it was just a movie!”

“Actually, it’s a myth.”

“What?” Nicky turned to you.

“Krampus.  He’s an actual myth.  He takes bad children on Christmas and beats them with sticks.” You said nonchalantly.  Nicky’s eyes bulged out and he looked around nervously.

“You don’t think he’ll be here one day, do you?”  You rolled your eyes.

“He’s not real, Nicky.”

“Yeah, well neither was Lancelot, and he almost destroyed the Tablet.” You shook your head and went back to texting.  Ahkmenrah came in a moment later.  

“What are we talking about?” He smiled and sat down.

“Y/N’s being terrifying again.”

“Oh?”

“We went to see Krampus.”  Ahkmenrah opened his mouth.  “Don’t ask.  I won’t sleep for weeks.  Anyways.  We went to the movie.  And Y/N’s not freaked out by it.”

“Really?  That’s amazing,” Ahkmenrah looked at you in admiration.

“No, it’s not amazing.  This guys abducts and beats bad little kids with sticks and she’s just like, ‘nah it’s cool.’”

“It’s not that bad, Nicky.” Ahkmenrah said.

“I highly doubt it.”

“No really; it’s not that bad.”

“Well what could be worse?”

“Shesmu.” Ahkmenrah said simply.

“Bless you.” You said.  Ahkmenrah looked at you and you shrugged.

“Shesmu is one of my gods.  He greeted the good in the afterlife by serving them wine.”

“That’s not so bad.” Nicky said.

“I’m not done yet.  He served them wine made from the heads of the evil.”

“Seriously?!”  Nicky shouted.  

“That’s so gross!” You laughed.

“How are you laughing about this?!”  


“Because it’s not bad, and I can prove it!”

“You people are insane,” Nicky said.  He still listened though.

“When I was little my grandparents told me stories of Bluebeard.  He was a man with—”

“A blue beard?”

“Yes.  Now shut up.” You threw your shoe at Nicky, which hit him in the shoulder.  “He was considered ugly and asked a local noblewoman to give him one of her two daughters to marry.  At first neither wanted to because he had been married many times before but no one knew what happened to his wives.  But after a week of partying, the youngest decided to marry him.  A month into the marriage, Bluebeard had to go away on business, but he told his new wife to have as much fun as she wanted.  He gave her two keys, the big one for all the rooms, and the small one for a closet.  He said she could go anywhere in the house she wanted, but if she ever went into the closet she’d be punished.  With that, Bluebeard left.”

“I have a bad feeling about this.” Nicky said.  Ahkmenrah hushed him and urged you to continue.

“Well, the wife’s friends all came over and were amazed at how much wealth she had.  While they looked around the house, the wife thought about the closet.  She was worried about her husband’s warnings, but wanted to see what was inside.  Eventually the curiosity became to great and she opened the closet.  Inside…WERE BODIES!” You shouted the last part.  Nicky let out a very unmanly yelp and Ahkmenrah laughed.  “They were the bodies of all of his previous wives.  She locked up the closet and ran back to her room.  Her key was covered in blood, and no matter how much she washed it, it would not come off.  When Bluebeard came home, he asked for the key.  Eventually the wife returned it to him.  He asked why blood was on it, but she said she didn’t know.  He didn’t believe her, and accused her of opening the closet.  He told her he would kill her, but she asked for time to pray. While Bluebeard left her to pray, she called for her sister Anne, begging her to send their brothers to save her.  Eventually, Bluebeard lost his patience and called for his wife so he could kill her.  Her sister told her that her brothers were coming, but were still a long ways off. Bluebeard grabbed his wife by the hair, and prepared to cut off her head.  She begged for more praying time, but he refused.  Just before he could kill her, knocks sounded at the door and two officers strode in.  Bluebeard tried to run, but was killed before he could get far.  With Bluebeard gone and no children, the wife inherited his riches.”  You finished.  Nicky had left during the story, but Ahk was giving you his full attention.  You blushed at his stare.   “So yeah.” You said awkwardly.  “Krampus isn’t that bad.”

“That…was amazing, Y/N!” Ahkmenrah exclaimed with a grin.  “Do you have any more?”  He asked eagerly.  You laughed.

“Honey, I’m German.  I have tons.”

Thanks to foxinforestofstars for requesting this one!

There are some people whom you can tell just in passing that they’re going to be a trip. In this instance, it was a mom and her high school graduate daughter. Now, I looked at them and said ‘you’re going to be unhappy about something, I can just tell.’ The mother solidified my opinion in the exact moment that she crooked her finger towards me as a motion for me to come closer. 

She indicates a display of seasonal lighting. “None of these have prices on them. How am I supposed to know what they cost if none of them are marked?”

“Well, if you have any questions about pricing and can’t find us, there is a price checker in aisle 20. Some of our seasonal stuff is subject to price changes and we’re in the process of re-labeling them.”

“That’s ridiculous. You expect me to carry all this with me to check the price?”

She asks this as I am pulling out my handheld to check the price. As I am doing so, I notice the price on the box. “I believe it’s $19.99.”

“You didn’t even scan it.”

I turn the container around to display the price. “I can see how you would overlook that,” I tell her. 

“I looked ALL OVER.”

Clearly. 

“Is there anything else I can do for you today?”

She’s mad.

“No.”

“Let us know if you need anything!”

I regret saying so because not even an entire ten minutes pass and she’s down a different aisle, crooking her finger at me and motioning me to come closer- this time with a much less jovial attitude.

“These don’t have prices on them either.”

“Some of our seasonal items are in the middle of a price change and we will be re-labeling all of them as soon as we can.” Maybe if I say the words in a different order, she’ll understand me. The price checker is right behind her. I decide not to tell her. It seems like telling her that she could solve her problems by not yelling at me would make her more angry somehow. 

These items really don’t have prices on them, so I get my handheld out and start navigating to the price check function and she is just… increasingly impatient with me. 

Her daughter, who is easily JUST 18, notices that the price checker is right behind them. “Hey mom, there’s a price checker right here.” She scans it. “They’re $19.99.”

“That’s inconvenient! Why should I have to check it myself when you could just put prices on them?”

Pause. 

Pause. 

Don’t sigh outwardly. Don’t display how done answering this question you are. 

The manager on duty is in the next aisle over. I call her over. “Do you have any input on this?”

MOD is also done answering this question. “The seasonal lighting is going through a price change. We’re in the middle of changing the labels, but for now we have the price checkers here.”

“But don’t you see how that’s inconvenient to have to find an employee or haul all the stuff to the MIDDLE of the store just to find out what price it is?”

“I’m sorry it’s inconvenient, but it is the option we have right now.”

“This is TERRIBLE customer service. You people are INSANE.”

“Mom? It’s twenty bucks. Calm the frick down.” Thank you, class of 2017. 

A Perfect Encounter - Part 1

Bucky Barnes x Reader AU!

Summary: sometimes, being at the wrong place at the right time means that your life can change.  

A/N: “I´ll tell you my name if you can find me again” is my prompt to celebrate that @just-some-drabbles has hit 4k followers. Congratulations! I have already written to you toooo many times to tell you about your awesome work and writing skills, so you deserve them and more :) 

Tags: @supersoldierslover @barnesandnoble13 @amrita31199

Originally posted by winter-barnes

(Credits to the owner of the gif)


“I come back from work now, and the house is filled with strangers that Tyler has accepted. All of them working. The whole first floor turns into a kitchen and a soap factory. The bathroom is never empty.” 

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I just love when Delena fans get all moral

“It would be wrong for Damon and Bonnie to date because Bonnie is Elena’s friend”

like what the spaghetti are you talking about Damon slept with Elena a second after she broke up with Stefan without an ounce of guilt and then spent the rest of the season complaining to Stefan what a bitch compelled Elena is 

what are you doing ????

“You don’t have to talk to me, you know. They can’t see me. It’s like you’re talking to yourself.”

“I am painfully aware.”

“Then why’re we having this conversation?”

“Because I - I don’t know, fuck. I like talking to you. And people already think I’m insane. Really, what eighteen-year-old guy in his right mind owns a flower shop?”

“You like talking to me?”

“Did I say that?”

“Yeah, kinda.”

“Right, well, pretend I didn’t.”

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Lmfao I leave tumblr for a few days and when I come back I find my dash full of Dicksa because apparently instead of wallowing in self pity you guys said “fuck it” and decided to grab what is probably the last honorable man in Westeros for Sansa. You people are insane I love this fandom so much 😂😂

Ricky Gervais is best known for creating The Office and for behaving like a teenager who just discovered atheism on Twitter. It’s hard to imagine him breaking into entertainment if he wasn’t incredibly funny, seeing as how he devoted an entire episode of Extras to David Bowie calling him a pug-faced fatso.

And speaking of Bowie, Gervais is also a huge fan, which makes his 1984 androgynous look so deliciously amazing. The British comedian was absolutely channeling The Thin White Duke in his massively successful (in the Philippines) pop duo Seona Dancing.

Gervais sang over slick, synth-heavy keyboards, and Seona Dancing quickly won their way into the hearts of Filipino teens with their two hit singles, “More To Lose” and “Bitter Heart.” (Before you go check: Yes, there are videos, and they are extremely Eighties.) “More To Lose” was so damn popular, in fact, that a Filipino radio station would deliberately introduce the song under a fake name in order to make it impossible for rival radio stations to get their hands on. Gervais says he doesn’t miss his time as a pop idol, preferring his podcasts, TV shows, and angry online arguments. So, you know, everything worked out in the end.

11 Famous People You Never Realized Were Insanely Hot

Maybe he doesn't hit you

Love is such a strange concept because

one day you feel like this person is everything and

the other this person demands to be everything

they view themselves as an emperor and you are their legions to command

you are the lands they plan to conquer

and with every rebellion you dare to withstand

he ambushes and tortures you with sick, breaking words to capture

the settlement that is your brain

and i am not saying that that is

the truth

for everyone

no i am telling you that many not little but big women

not weak but strong women

and not only women but also men

have been through war with not only their so-called master but also with themselves

you think that

when he says you are nothing but an overflowing pond of tears without him

he must say that out of love, right?

and when he tells you to call him every night

and to not go to this party

to not drink

to not have fun with your best friend because she makes you happier than he does

he claims to love you but

in reality

he’s poisoning you


and you believe him

maybe he doesn’t hit you but

he forces your mouth shut with his and other parts of his body

of which i will not speak

because that’s all you’re good for

maybe he doesn’t hit you but

he tells people you are insane because

he makes you sad

and angry

and hit walls

and that’s “all your fault”

maybe he doesn’t hit you but

every time you tell him you are unhappy with him

he threatens to kill himself because

he says life is not worth living without you

but behind your back he’s begging other girls for blowjobs

and then you know you meant nothing

and all you can think is that he was right all along

maybe he never hit you but

everytime at 1 a.m. or when alcohol runs through your veins

you can’t stop thinking about why

you weren’t enough and

if you really are better off without him

but let me tell you, my dear

when i tell you that you are so strong

you are not alone

that i am proud of you

and that things will get better

it’s okay to miss someone even though you never want to see that person again

it’s okay to have nightmares

it’s okay to cry

because trust me, it will all pass

Equations

Pairing: G-Dragon (Big Bang) x Reader

Genre: Smut (kind of)

Length: 878 words

Warning(s): suggestiveness (loads of it), mild language, MATH !

Originally posted by hell-ogoodbye

Mondays sucked. Like, they really sucked. You rolled your eyes and swung back in your chair, eyes fixed on the torturously slow movement of the clock hand. The clock showed 12:30, and your heart leapt in your chest as you heard the bell ring, giving you permission to escape this prison of a class.

You sprung up out of your seat, whistling a familiar tune, but suddenly froze in your tracks. Shit. No. Math test. Your mother had severely warned you about what she expected from this test. She’d said you’d have to consider the serious consequences of doing badly in school otherwise.

You groaned internally. As if you’d had time to revise for this stupid test. Rolling your eyes, you slumped back down in your seat as the other students swiftly made their way out of the classroom to get lunch. You pulled out your math book and reluctantly opened it to the topic you were meant to have studied for.

You heard the door open loudly, followed by the sound of footsteps approaching your desk. You looked up to see Kwon Jiyong, a tall boy in the year above you.

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Fade to Black Prologue (vamp!jefferson x reader)

Summary: When Jefferson ventures out of the castle and meets a mere commoner, what comes of it? Will his father, Dracula, approve? Will they survive the upcoming devastation? Will they be hunted?

Word Count: 1.2K

Warnings: mentions of parental death, Dracula kidnaps Jefferson, uncertainty

Fade to Black Masterlist


It was well beyond Jefferson’s bedtime. But he was still wide awake, laying in his bed, reading an old astronomy novel that he had found in his father’s study. He loved the book, he read it whenever he had the chance to do so. The sky held black with tiny speckles that represented the stars dotted around in mass amounts. He enjoyed watching them before he closed his eyes before he allowed sleep to overtake his body.

But this night would be different than the rest. This night, his world would change for better or worse. He didn’t know anything at that moment. But only a few hours of sleeping, he’d woken up to his father bursting into his sleeping quarters, panic in his eyes, blood dripping down from his temple.

“Father, what is happening?” he asked, throwing the duvet away from his body and standing away from the bed.

He had no time to reply, however as Jefferson’s mother’s defensive shouts had sounded through the small cottage. “Back! Back, I say! Stay away from my family!”

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Oh Honey,: Jerome Valeska X Reader

The guards roughly pushed you into the recreation room, slamming the gate behind you. Tears streamed down your face as you looked around. The people surrounding you were insane, they were maniacs, they were monsters.

But you weren’t.

You were sent here for very personal reasons.

“Little bitch, think you can leave me?” The man growled, slamming you against the wall. Tears ran down your face as your blood boiled. This man had been raping and abusing you for about two years, and you hated that you had stayed with him. The only reason being that your father assigned you to marry him for the benefit of the company he owned. You didn’t want to disappoint him, so you endured everything you were put through.

He pinned your arms above your head as he began to tear off your top. As he was doing so, a lightbulb flickered on.

‘I don’t have to marry him if he doesn’t exist, and if he doesn’t exist, I won’t have to deal with this anymore.’, you thought, tears gone.

You forcefully slammed your knee against his crotch and punched him in the nose once he let go of you, adrenaline rushing through you. He fell to the ground as you looked around you, trying to find something to kill him with. You looked to your right and you saw your spiral staircase.

‘That’s convenient.’

You slammed your foot against his face and kicked him towards the stairs, eventually pushing him down.

You heard his grunts and the sound of bones snapping, which both ended shortly after. You cautiously walked down the stairs to check if the deed was done, and lo and behold there he was, dead as a door nail.

Tears of happiness streamed down your cheeks as you sat on the stairs’ last step, looking at your abusers lifeless body. You knew you did a horrible thing, but horrible things deserve to happen to horrible people, don’t they?

Realization hit you as your eyes widened. ‘Oh fuck. I killed him. I’m a murderer.’

You called the police explaining what happened, knowing that it was the smartest decision.

They arrived at your home and handcuffed you, pushing you into a car. Then they drove you to a huge building you knew as Arkham Asylum, where you would be spending a lot of time. The only thing confusing you was why you were sent to an asylum instead of just being arrested.

Wanting to know, you asked an officer, “Why didn’t you just arrest me? I only killed him, that makes me a murderer, not insane…”

The officer glared at you as he opened the door on your right side, pulling you out of the car. “All of your fathers power and fame will be passed onto you and seeing what you’ve done, you’re completely unstable and unable to properly run a company such as his.”, he said sternly.

You gave a quick nod and turned to the men waiting for you at the front door.

You slowly walked over to a vacant table, sitting at the corner furthest from everyone else.

You rested your chin on your hand and began to contemplate your decisions and whatnot.

'Wow, I’m fucked. I won’t last a day here…"

Your thoughts were interrupted when someone hopped onto the seat across from you.

“Hey there gorgeous, I’m Jerome.”

You looked at the boy who had approached you, he had bright red hair and an even brighter smile, but something about him seemed off. “That’s lovely. Why are you talking to me?”, you asked, eyebrows slightly furrowed.

An evil smile was plastered on his face as he scooted closer to you.

“A girl like you needs a friend in a place like this.” He said, resting his chin on his hand.

“Oh honey, you don’t know what type of girl I am.” You seethed, thinking about your ex.

“Oh? What type of girl are you then?”, he pushed.

Before you could answer, the guards shouted that it was time to go back to your cells. You looked at Jerome as you got up and winked, before turning your head and body towards the door.

“Oh. She’s bad.”

anonymous asked:

#onlyinamitypark are people being friendly to a GHOST! It's. A. Ghost! Stop being motherly and comforting or inviting a GHOST into your homes! GHOSTS ARE DANGEROUS AND EVIL!!!! They will trick you into feeling sorry for them. Are you people insane?!?? Phantom is just like all the other ghosts. Trying to earn our trust before he can do someone VERY EVIL! Like all the other ghosts #seriouslypeople #openyoureyes #allghostsareevil #ghostsdontfelemotions #sostopfeelingsorryforthismonster

QUESTIONING {part 3 of HACKED}

Yoongi looked up from his spot on the couch.

How would you know that’s true? He asked, his voice significantly smaller than it had been moments ago.

From these. You showed him a packet of records. From what you could comprehend, Yoongi’s father had been training and using Yoongi to hack into various government systems around the world. At a young age, Yoongi had tested with a higher IQ and his father ran with it, ultimately letting Yoongi take the fall.

So I can’t hack into my own records, but you can look at other files of mine? Yoongi asked and you shook your head.

I wasn’t looking for you, I was looking through logs to see how to handle people with your personality and I stumbled on your name. Why didn’t you tell me who your father was? You tried to figure it out for the nights leading up to today, but nothing made sense. He had a different name and his father wasn’t known to have a family.

I took my mother’s name at birth. I’m a bastard to my father and I was used like a militant child. They sat me in a room and tested me for various abilities. Finally, when I hacked into that guy’s account in high school, my father realized what they could use me for. So I began working in the government, hacking into security servers and formulating data so that the government could blackmail. You watched as Yoongi angrily spouted off his frustrations. His father seemed like a horrible politician who wanted nothing more than to control him and the country. A part of you cracked. You had been subjected to similar issues, your mother using you as a permanent test subject. But I got so tired of watching the citizens of my own country get fucked over. I cracked. I finally went off and released documents.

You went after your father. You said in a dazed way. You looked at Yoongi, who had his head hung.

He’s old, he doesn’t deserve me going after him like that. Although he treated me like shit, I’m still his kid. For the first time, you saw remorse in Yoongi’s action. A sweet side to a rather bitter man. But a part of you was angered by this.

How could you say that? He’s a horrible man for doing that. God, I thought that I wanted you to show remorse, but there’s a huge part of me that wants to beat the shit out of your dad. You responded, you didn’t have any idea what had gotten into you. Tears welled up in your eyes and your vision went red. I … I … UGH. You slammed your fist down on the coffee table and Yoongi let out a bit of a chuckle.

Hold on there, little miss feisty. I did what I could, but I paid for it. The people now have access to the documents and can see how the government fucked them over. I did my deed. He shrugged and you watched him lay back like he had done for the past week and close his eyes.

Oh shut the fuck up. You spat and Yoongi opened his eyes and looked at you. You continue to behave poorly. You’re not content with your circumstances, but you’re playing the noble hero card. You scoffed and Yoongi sat up, looking you dead in the eye. Huh, well, today’s session is over. You pointed to the clock and Yoongi continued to stare you in the eye. Not making any movements to leave, Yoongi just sat there, his gaze not budging from yours. You started to stand, when Yoongi reached out and grabbed your hand. You eyed the button that sat on the table next to you, it was meant for security situations, if you pushed it, the guards would rush in. Your mind contemplated pushing it, but Yoongi saw you look and quickly dropped your hand.

I’m not a bad guy. I just wanted you to know that. This entire experience hasn’t been the worst thing to happen to me, in a way, I’m free because I’m here. I’m not under my father’s constant watch. So I’m not remorseful because in a way, this opened doors for me. He shrugged again, but you saw something else in his eyes.

Okay. Well we can pick this up on Friday. You said and Yoongi’s eyes shot up at you.

Friday? Why Friday? Why aren’t you here for the week? He erupted with a myriad of questions. His eyes darted around the room and you realized so much from that small interaction.

You need to calm down. I’m going to come back. You reassured him, but he didn’t seem completely convinced. You realized that within a week, Yoongi had formed a connection to you. He saw you as a constant in his world and someone who was willing to vouch for him. Sitting back down, you timidly took hold of Yoongi’s hand. I have some connections of my own in the government and I think I have a case to help you. You said quietly. Yoongi looked into your eyes and it felt as though a scared child was staring back. A piece of your heart broke as you looked deep into his eyes.

A case? He asked and you nodded.

Everyone is in here for a reason that they caused, but a person who is forced to do a crime is seen as innocent and the person who forced them into the crime is the guilty one. You said before letting go of his hand and standing up again. Yoongi sat there, his eyes staring at an empty part of the room, and you could tell his mind was racing. Yoongi, you have to leave my office now. You said and he stood up only giving you a small wave and exiting without a word.

You packed up your things. The next day you made your way to your friend’s office, sitting in front of him, you laid out the case.

So Min Yoongi, the convicted government hacker, is actually innocent? Y/N, I thought you usually helped people that are insane, but looks like you’re the insane one here. You rolled your eyes.

Look at his documents, his statements don’t make sense. The government changed his transcripts so it made it look like he worked alone. I swear he’s innocent, his dad is the one who put him up to this. You ran your mouth at your friend who sat back in his chair.

I’m a second year at this firm, I can’t be bringing a case against one of the top government officials, saying that his illegitimate son was used as a pawn and that he’s actually a horrible man while his son is innocent! I’ll end up jobless! You looked at him and pleaded.

But that’s exactly what happened! You yelled and your friend looked around. Giving a sigh, he held out his hand.

Give me the documents, but don’t be upset if this goes nowhere. He said in an exasperated tone and you gladly tossed the documents to him.

This was the beginning of the trial of the century.