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anonymous asked:

jojo has a rock kink confirmed

it’s true. come with me… on a journey… the scene: you’re in the second hour of your mineral identification practical and you’re stuck on something you’re pretty sure is either halite (tastes salty) or sylvite (tastes bitter) and you need to lick it to find out, but the specimen in question has just been passed around 40 other students, all of whom had the same thought–all of whom probably licked it. maybe some of them put acid on it too, because they’re all dumb as fuck. you have thirty seconds to id this mineral and write down its formula and properties. time is fucking ticking. what do you do? you lick it of course. hahaha well fuck you buddy because it turns out it has no taste at all! you dumb piece of shit. you fucking failure. now you have the germs of 40 other heathen scum running through your body for nothing. you write down a random ass mineral because fuck it and then you pour some acid on it and pass it on. the end. i wanna die.

So uh…all of u guys who were harassing Shen (aka owlturd comix) are actually all pieces of shit lol. He’s right, instead of harassing actual literal neo nazis u pussies go and harass the good ppl actually trying to make a positive impact with their art. Tumblr rly needs to fuck off with their bullshit lately.

Petition for Netflix to pick up Kings of Con

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1,933 needed to reach 5,000

Who likes this guy?

Originally posted by pepperwoodatnight

Well what about this other guy?

Originally posted by readtheeyes

Or….picture this……BOTH of them…..TOGETHER…..on a comedy show….. *gasping all around*

Originally posted by bloodstained-porcelain-doll

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okay so youre not ALL piece of shits unless you dont sign

but either way what im saying here is, if we can get this petition to 5000 signatures we could get rich and rob a NEW home for kings of con, for a better price than what Comic con H-poo was charging AND A WIDER VARIETY OF VIEWERS

SO SIGN

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our little family pt.2 | jimin

Pairing: Father! Jimin + Reader

Genre: Fluff/Angst + parent au

Word Count: 2.7k

Summary: You were just a pre-school teacher, a simple dream that came true as you always adored children. But what you didn’t know, was how one child and her very special father would change you dream forever.

Parts: 1 2

Warning: Slight cursing 

“Oh come on Y/N! You haven’t been out with us in forever, people are forgetting how you even look!” Your friend whined into the phone as you let out a long sigh, setting your book down unwillingly as you’d been reading it for the last hour.

It had been weeks since your friend, Hani had been begging you to go to the club with her, with you finding a reason to not almost every week.

“But–” you started, an excuse at the tip of your tongue as you had no intention of leaving this book. But she interrupted immediately.

“Nope! Don’t you even start! I’m picking you up in 30 minutes and you’re coming, even if I have to drag you out in your pajamas. So look pretty and get ready to get hooked up babe!”

Before you could protest, Hani ended the call, making you slump against the sofa, a long groan slipping past your lips.

Time to look for a dress tonight.

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Ambulance abusing drug dealer now gets frequent visit from the cops.

Here’s the back story: I work as a full time Paramedic in a moderately busy service. Recently we have have the pleasure, privilege and honor to be used as a taxi service for an extra special piece of shit, who calls 911 with a variety of fake complaints so he can get a “free” ride from his home 20 miles away to the hospital, where he typically refuses to even go inside and then will simply walk down the street and buy heroin he then takes home and deals to all of his piece of shit friends. Now, I say “free” because an ambulance bill can range anywhere from between $500 - $1000+ dollars depending on the nature of the call, miles driven, etc. One would think this is an expensive taxi ride, and it would be except that this douche nozzle has flat out said to us on multiple occasions that he has no intention of ever paying his bill, and since he has medicaid and has no medically necessary reason for going we won’t even get any money from insurance.

So refuse to take him, right?

Alas if only it were that simple… for those who don’t know, if you call 911 regardless of your complaint (heart attack or toe fungus) we have to transport you if you want to go.

A few weeks ago we went to pick this shit stain up when he called for “chest pain” (he is in his 20’s). We get there and he is standing on his deck, smoking a cigarette and laughing with a very unamused fire fighter. We start talking to him, and when I ask him what he is hoping the ER will do for him today, his response is “uhhhhhhhh… dunno, get evaluated?” Followed by a snarky laugh…

Now, he legitimately does have a history of a recent infection in his heart from using so much heroin himself, however he got booted out of the hospital that was trying to treat him when they caught him sneaking out to buy heroin and then using / deal from his room.

Fast forward back to the present. We (one of my partners and I) took him a couple weeks ago to a different hospital than he usually goes to, after a big long argument with him about his frequent trips and the fact that he has been sometimes refusing to even go inside the ER, telling crews that the nurses are mean to him, he doesn’t feel safe, ect and so forth, before walking out of the ambulance down the street to buy drugs. When I brought this up to him he got super pissy, accusing me of not believing he is sick (which I don’t, because he isn’t) and mistreating him because he is an addict, and blah blah blah.

On a whim I called the hospital he has been using as his designated go to right down the road from his suppliers, and I got a doctor who knew exactly who he was and what his bull shit angle is, and he told us to leave his ass there and not transport him! When he was informed of this he lost his shit, yelling and flipping furniture over and having an all around very amusing temper tantrum before slamming the door to his house.

Now the revenge: my partner I was working with that day told me that, while I was on the phone with the hospital, he went inside his house and came back out stuffing a knife in his pocket. I called our dispatch as well as supervisor and told them about douche canoe, his temper tantrum and knife. They called the Sheriff’s department, who also dispatches the fire department, and they put him on a “House Watch.” What this means is that, from now on, anytime that he calls 911, neither us nor the fire department will come until the police have gone first, regardless of what he is calling for.

Additionally, we talked with our medical director and he is now on a “Call Before You Haul” list, meaning anytime he wants a ride to the hospital we can call a doctor and get permission to refuse to transport him, even if he is requesting (or in his case demanding) transport.

  • Mercy: Alright, alright, I get it. You’re all new, you aren’t sure about your place in the universe, and you all wanna be the healer’s favorite. I can fix this. You two, you sit here, the rest of you you sit here.
  • Team: *change seats*
  • Mercy: Now listen. I know you two are different from each other in a lot of ways, but as far as Gramma Mercy’s concerned, you’re all PIECES OF SHIT! Yeah, *shaking head* I can prove it mathematically. Actually, l-lemme grab my whiteboard. *drags whiteboard in front of team* This has been a long time coming anyway.
  • *later*
  • Mercy: So in conclusion, you’re all equally mercurial, overly-sensitive, CLINGY, hysterical bird-brained homonculi. And I honestly can’t tell the five of you apart half the time because I don’t go by height or age, I go by amount of PAIN IN MY ASS…which makes you all identical!
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*  the  walking  dead  prompts.

nsfw   and   triggering   themes   and   mentions   may   be   present,   such   as   blood,   gore,   murder,   death.

  • ❛ It happened. Now it’s done. You live with it or it eats you up. ❜
  • ❛ My people have guns. Yours don’t. ❜
  • ❛ You keep choosing this life, you will die. ❜
  • ❛ If you have to eat shit, best not to nibble. ❜
  • ❛ They don’t attack this place. They don’t kill us. ❜
  • ❛ Most of the people here don’t even know how to fight, even if we had ammo. ❜
  • ❛ We need food. You have it. We’re willing to work for it. ❜
  • ❛ Confrontation’s never been something we’ve had trouble with. ❜
  • ❛ Y'all are worse than a bunch of evangelical second graders. ❜
  • ❛ I’m still me, but better. I lost everything and it made me stronger. ❜
  • ❛ I killed so that I could live. I stopped counting when I hit double digits. ❜
  • ❛ You wanna make today your last day on Earth? ❜
  • ❛ What if it’s the last day on Earth for you? Or someone you love? ❜
  • ❛ I’m a sinner. I sin almost every day.  ❜
  • ❛ It was a sanctuary. People came and took this place. ❜
  • ❛ I’ve been bitten, you stupid pricks! I’m tainted meat! ❜
  • ❛ We can walk away, and we will never cross paths again! ❜
  • ❛ Nightmares end. They shouldn’t end who you are. ❜
  • ❛ The second it isn’t, the second we lose sight of that, it’s all over.. ❜
  • ❛ We’re all gonna die and you let this happen for nothing. ❜
  • ❛ Welcome to the human race, asshole. ❜
  • ❛ You’re not the person people think you are. ❜
  • ❛ Why don’t you say what’s really on your mind? ❜
  • ❛ Some days, I don’t know what the hell to think. ❜
  • ❛ You had no idea what you were talking about, did you? Did you?! ❜
  • ❛ You hear me? I’m not giving up! People like me– people like me, they can live. ❜
  • ❛ I like it here. I like the people. But… they’re weak, and I don’t want us to get weak too. ❜
  • ❛ Yeah, you used to be somebody’s, huh? Now you’re just yours. ❜
  • ❛ You know, everyone’s been through it somehow. Everyone. ❜
  • ❛ I met a lot of bad people out here doing a lot of bad shit. ❜
  • ❛ The evidence seems to go in that direction. ❜
  • ❛ You well know that I’m not combat ready or even for that matter combat inclined. ❜
  • ❛ God, you’re really that much of a coward? ❜
  • ❛ It’s their world. We’re just living in it. ❜
  • ❛ You don’t go outside those walls anymore. Not by yourself, not with anyone else. ❜
  • ❛ It’s gonna get people killed. It’s already gotten people killed. ❜
  • ❛ Play your cards right, maybe you don’t have to die. ❜
  • ❛ Things don’t get better because you– you want them to. ❜
  • ❛ Starting right now, we have to live in the real world. ❜
  • ❛ When you care about people, hurt is kind of part of the package. ❜
  • ❛ I’m gonna take a group out. Best not waste any more time. ❜
  • ❛ When I fell on my ass, they should have just left me out there. ❜
  • ❛ Everything we’ve been working so hard to keep out, it found its way in.
  • ❛ Everybody makes it, till they don’t. ❜
  • ❛ I killed two people and you haven’t said a word about it. ❜
  • ❛ You can’t think forever. Sooner or later, you’ve got to make a move.. ❜
  • ❛ I mean, what the hell is going on in this cabin? Were they storing those biters? ❜
  • ❛ I could use a vacation. Get away. Just for a weekend. ❜
  • ❛ Is this what you want? Is this what any one of you want? ❜
  • ❛ Now you put down your weapons, walk through those gates you’re one of us. ❜
  • ❛ Get in your cars, get your guns. We go in, kill them all! ❜
  • ❛ I’m a piece of shit. Why would you want my help? ❜
  • ❛ I’m sorry. I’m not very good at making boys your age laugh. ❜
  • ❛ So you tell me how in the holy hell did you possibly kill this truck? ❜
  • ❛ We’re not too far gone. We get to come back. ❜
Look, I know you’re all very different from each other in a lot of ways, but you have to understand, as far as im concerned you’re all huge pieces of shit and I can prove it mathematically. Actually, let me grab my whiteboard, this has been a long time coming, anyway and to be honest, I can’t tell you apart most of the time because I don’t go by gender or height, I go about amount of pain in my ass
—  Pidge, who is done with everyone’s shit

anonymous asked:

Would you ever talk down on a girl? Or just say positive things about her, even if she broke your heart?

I talk down on girls all the time, lol I’m a piece of shit, but I only do it when given a reason, girls are human, we’re all big pieces of shit, so I’d pretty much talk down on anyone I disapprove of.

None Of Him No More

Word Count: 4.7k

Genre: Smut, Angst

Summary: When Namjoon stands you up on your anniversary dinner, you automatically seek out Jeon Jungkook, your fiancé employee, and your part-time lover, to work your frustrations out. But maybe Jungkook doesn’t feel like being the punching back in your twisted relationship with his boss anymore.

This is part of the 2k request list. You can check out the rest of the stories here.


You slam the door to your car, not caring if you break its hinges from the force, and stomp towards the opening of the garage, your angry and ungraceful gait in complete contrast with the elegant dress you wore and the dainty heels strapped to your feet.

“Namjoon! Namjoon!” You shout, walking in circles around the empty cavernous garage and calling out for your fiance.

“He’s not here.” A familiar voice informs you and you whip around in its direction, seeing Jungkook running a cloth over his shitty, DIYed car. He observes the fancy way you’re dressed, hair in a complex updo and body clad in a little a black dress. Namjoon must have stood you up. Again.

“Well, where is he?” You seethe.

“Fuck if I know,” Jungkook mutters and goes back to polishing his car.

“That bastard left me waiting for him in the restaurant for an hour. My family has been going to that restaurant for years. They all know me there. It’s a busy fucking restaurant and I kept stalling them. Telling them that my fiancé will be there any minute now. That he definitely won’t cancel without telling me. Do you know how humiliating that was? He won’t even answer his fucking phone.”

Jungkook only half-listens to your rant. He’s heard it a dozen times before. It was typical of his careless boss to promise you something and go back on his word. Jungkook just didn’t think he’d go so low as to ditch you on your anniversary. Fucking ungrateful hyung…

Giving up on your futile search, you turn your wrath towards the only victim in sight. “Is that piece of junk done yet?” You ask irritably, indicating the car he was busy polishing.

You can see a muscle pop up in his jaw at your choice of words. He’d spent a lot of time gathering parts and incorporating them into the car and fixing whatever glitches come up. Yet that doesn’t stop you from regarding it with distaste. After all, it was a piece of shit car and you’d offered to buy him a better one before.

No, you did get him another one. You even asked for all the specific things you heard him rave about countless of times before even though you couldn’t understand what they meant to save your life. You customized a car as close to his dream one as possible, and it was fucking expensive. You had to fight tooth and nail with your father to let you buy it because even though your family is filthy rich, that car still cost more than any other your family owned and it wasn’t even for you. But it didn’t matter, it was worth it to make your Jungkookie happy. You had it delivered to his house with you inside it, dressed up in a red dress and being the proverbial bow on top of his gift, knowing he had a thing for car sex and wanting to break in his gift. But what did he do when he saw it?

He rejected it. And He didn’t even fuck you.

Not only that but he got angry with you, striking up a meaningless fight then promptly marching back into his apartment and slamming the door in your face. You ended up with the car, and you made sure to always flaunt it in front of him, taking revenge on him for the way he spoke to you that day and taking delight in the way his eyes shone with longing every time you showed up with it.

“Yes.” He hums, not looking at you and that’s when you notice his weird demeanor. Normally, Jungkook would be all over you by now. With Namjoon absent and having pissed you off, you were all free for the taking. But there he was, polishing off his car for what must be the 3rd time since you got there, the anger and irritation radiating from his body palpable in the stale garage air.

“Well, why don’t we christen it then?” You stalk towards him. Whatever the reason for his gloomy aura is, you are determined to lift both your moods up. Jungkook finally looks at you, immediately feeling weak from the sultry look in your half-lidded eyes that has always brought him to his knees. But now he now steels himself against it, not willing to give in this time. You strut to the side of the car and pull open the backseat door, leaning against it and licking your lips slowly. “Why don’t you get inside, honey, and let me ride your pretty cock until you burst?”

It was tempting, almost too tempting. Jungkook could feel his cock already starting to harden just at the raspy tone you use to adorn your command and his legs ache to follow your order.

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Don’t Look Back (ACOTAR AU) - Part 20 FINAL

A/N sorry this is late!!


Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9,Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17 Part 18, Part 19

He was almost blinded from the front lights of his car, as a hand wrapped around the back of his neck, pressing his head to the floor – hard enough that Lucien thought his skull might shatter. Agony ripped through his body as a foot pressed into his back, his cheek meeting the gravel, piercing through the flesh on his face.

His ears were ringing from the scream that had just pierced through the air and he almost threw up from the banging in his head as he was yanked into a kneeling position, hands on either one of his arms.

“It’s been very amusing seeing you so unnerved, little Lucien,” the voice belonged to Bron. Lucien’s eyes blurred as he stared at his shoes in front of him.  

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I Love You - AntiSepticEye Imagine

wc: 1,645

prompt: "i love you with all my piece of shit, fucked up heart.“

requests: closed OPEN!

don’t forget to follow, reblog and like ♡


She had grown used to this feeling of absolute worthlessness and loneliness. It wasn’t new to feel unloved, for the thing she loved put her through hell and back on a daily basis. She knew loving him was a death sentence, but she craved the attention he gave her, and even if it wasn’t real love at least it felt like it sometimes.

The other times it was just a waiting game, see how long it took for him to show back up in her life and ruin all the progress that she had made trying to show herself that she didn’t need him. However, she did, and always caved when he opened up his arms with that grin. It filled her up with false hope that maybe he felt the same about her that she did about him, but as she sat here for the third day in a row alone, those hopes left her.

Wrapping the blanket around her tighter, she squeezed her eyes shut and mentally called out to him. She cried out his name, echoing in her brain that she prayed would call to his attention.

"You called, babydoll?” static filled the air as he stepped in front of her, unravelling her from the cocoon she had secured herself into, pulling her into his arms and holding her close to his chest.

“I’ve missed you,” she whispered, nuzzling her face into his chest. He smelled of blood and felt tense, though he was gradually easing up every second he held his beloved to his chest.

“I know, and I’m sorry, doll,” he sighed, moving one hand up her back to slowly card her hair through his fingers. Every bit of stress drained from his body as he pressed his nose to her hair, inhaling the smell of his own shampoo in her hair. She smelled like every bit of familiarity he had left, like an anchor to the home he always felt was slipping away from him.

Meanwhile, he was everything wrong with her. He was so unfamiliar, pulling her away from everything she knew was safe and right, but at the same time he was everything she ever wanted. He offered her a sense of safety and security, she knew with him that he was the only thing that would ever be able to cause her harm in this world.

‘Where have you been, Anti?“ she choked out, tears filling her eyes, "where have you been for the past days?”

He knew that she didn’t really care where he had been, she just wanted to know why he was leaving her so often. This was one of the times she wanted him to lie to protect her from getting hurt, but he knew that there was a point where he just couldn’t do that anymore.

“I had a job, baby,” Anti’s voice was scratchy and like that of static, however it remained soft, “there was some work I had to take care of, some presences that I’ve had to meet up with. You know how the jobs can get…”

“I do know, but please just stop leaving me,” her voice was absolutely destroyed, for a moment it seemed to be holding up but suddenly it shattered like glass and she just began trembling violently, “I can’t keep living like this, Anti! I try so hard to get over you but then you come back in just when I think I’m getting better and then I just become this dependent mess and I just can’t fucking deal with it anymore!”

The girl was out of breath, her sentence dragging on so long that she had to pause before continuing. Of course, Anti was quick to respond, pushing her back from him while keeping his arms around her waist. He put a cold hand to her cheek, bright green eyes flickering like broken television screens as he tried to read his mess of a lover.

“Doll, breath,” he spoke, body seeming to shift out of place as he glitched in place. Anti seemed like nothing more than a nightmare, a computer virus-like demon that she had been so idiotic to fall in love with. His sweet talk and charm had lead her into a spider web of horror that he didn’t know he had spun.

Perhaps Anti had never meant anything of making her fall in love with him. He didn’t cause this, she had just blindly convinced herself that maybe she could change him for the better or teach the heartless how to love. How foolish, to think that anyone such as him could love her.

How foolish… to think anyone could love her.

“I don’t want to!” she spat back, too much on her mind to think of anything else, “I’m so helplessly in love with you and I can’t help but regret it, because I know you can’t love me back! I know you’re not capable of love, and I know it was fucking stupid of me to think that maybe I was different and maybe I could’ve changed you. I know that I’m no different from anyone that you’ve loved in the past, or maybe even if I am it’s just my unstable behavior. I’m so sorry for the shit I put you through because I just want you to love me back!”

The dark void that consumed the place where Anti’s heart throbbed, absorbing every word that had been thrown out at him. He felt powerless for once in his life, so completely broken down by the words of a hurting girl that he wanted nothing more than to protect.

Some long lost time ago in some long abandoned place, he made some long forgotten promise to a girl that he would protect her from all harm, not knowing that he was just shielding her from everything except for him.

He spoke her name, whispered it so softly and held her so gently so that he wouldn’t make her hurt anymore.

“I love you with all my piece of shit, fucked up heart.”

She didn’t speak, didn’t look at him, didn’t breath, just stared off out the window and listened to the static that surrounded him. It all felt so heavy, this weight baring down on her that she had grown numb to feeling pressure against. The hands and arms tangling her in a cold embrace were barely there, just enough pressure that she knew he was there but not enough to ground her.

He waited for her to say anything, waited for her to say that she loved him too or that she was finally leaving him. He waited for her to scream and lash out. He waited for anything, he was prepared for anything other than the silence that followed his statement. The way it was left hanging in the air, not accepted or denied, it taunted him and he knew that she knew this too.

For he was ready for the words that would eventually pour out of her mouth, he was ready for them to tear him down and make him sob even though he hadn’t felt emotions in a long time. Everything about this silly girl he loved made him feel things he didn’t even know he could. Such guilt and sadness flowed through him when he saw the tears that he caused, but he never did anything about it. He knew sorry didn’t mean anything if he kept doing it, but he kept saying empty promises in a desperate attempt to keep his love safe from getting hurt by him.

However, in an attempt to put her back together he ended up breaking her down. He knew it was getting too late to undo the pain he’d caused, but he would try if she let him. Even a monster like himself couldn’t bear to see those he loved in pain, it was too much for him to handle. The thought of the emotions that would come was almost as terrifying as the lack of it.

Until that wall of silence broke, and his beloved looked him in the eyes with this broken expression. She was smiling, but it was going to shatter if he even took a breath. Despite no longer crying, she looked as if she would completely break down again if he moved a single inch. So he stayed still, kept his eyes locked against hers and just listened for once in his life. He didn’t make an effort to console her, just watched as she closed her mouth and opened it once more to speak.

“You could break my heart into a million tiny pieces and I would just put them back into your hands.”

He wished the silence would come back, because now everything was deafening. Her heartbeat was pounding, a steady thump-thump-thump that held the only rhythm in the mess of sound around him. Thunder crashed from outside as rain forcefully hit the window. His own sound of static was drowned out by the sound of both of their breathing.

Anti pressed his forehead to hers, feeling her legs go weak under her so he pulled her body ever closer to his own. Her eyes stayed on his, dilated pupil consuming every bit of light that radiated off of his body and reflecting the intense pain she was feeling.

“I don’t want to hurt you anymore, my love,” he whispered.

“But what if you do?” her voice betrayed her calm appearance.

“Teach me not to,” Anti pleaded, “please teach me how to keep you safe from myself.”

“I will,” she promised, blinking away tears, “if you promise me that you love me and won’t leave me.”

“I love you more all the stars in the sky, my love. I will never leave you again unless I have no choice, I promise you.”

“I love you too.”

anonymous asked:

How do you deal with disrespectful people?

Unless its something significant just ignore it.
Don’t play chess with pigeons, even if you win, they’ll still knock over all the pieces and shit on the board like they beat you. Also I got baller shit to do.

The big Community Drama™ in the Halo fanbase this week has been 343 revoking a job offer from a guy who goes by the name MultiLockOn.

He lost the job seemingly because of ‘critical’ comments he’s made about 343 in the last couple of months, which dredged up sympathy for him because he’d already quit his previous job and begun the process of moving to Kirkland.

As you can imagine, this has resulted in a lot of people railing against 343.

His “trash talk” (which is what various news outlets are calling it) on the Team Beyond forums involve saying that nobody at 343 deserves their job; that he hates various employees there (Quinn Del Hoyo being one of them, saying he’d like to “Spartan charge them in real life”); responding with laughter to a comment about hypothetical nudes of a female member of 343, and being part of a discussion where someone described fantasies of two of the studio’s female employees having sex with the commenters.

Oh, and on top of it all, he’s a transphobic piece of shit?

So… y’know, don’t let the narrative be turned on 343 for this one. They made the right call. Their only mistake was evidently not doing a thorough enough background check before they extended the job offer.

i started all the wars

frank takes things into his own hands + waterfront conversation from frank’s POV. content warning for descriptions of violence. written to BANKS’ poltergeist and mind games.

(see you on the other side, fam.)


He’s ten years old when he throws his first punch. Mickey Sawyer gets in the new kid’s face one morning at school, tugs at the boy’s long hair and laughs when his eyes screw up tight, told you uptown boys are pussies -

Frank tackles him to the ground before he can think, fire roaring in his veins as he punches Mickey square in the face. Something cracks and when he pulls his hand back his knuckles are red.

“He gets this from you,” his mother says in the car on the drive home, fixing her husband with a knowing stare. Frank’s father just smirks.

“Takin’ justice into his own hands. Ain’t that right, Frankie?”

Frank stares down at his bloodied fist and feels something swell in his chest, solid and warm and good. “Yeah,” he says. “Yeah, that’s right.”

—–

(Turns out fighting’s easy, once you start. The problem is that he’s never learned how to stop.)

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omikaul  asked:

Awe man college can be tough. I hope everything works out with your studies your writing and you get plenty of rest and your in good health. Could I please ask for a mini Ravi AU if it's not too troublesome.

thank you!!!

  • designer!ravi
  • designs like haute couture stuff that,,,,,,you probably couldn’t actually wear in real life unless you’re insanely rich and ambitious (think of it as,,,,,,one of ravi’s customers is gdragon)
  • wears some,,,,,interesting outfits of his own but it looks cool no matter what because he’s tall and lean, plus he’s got a full back of tattoos (imagine him with more tattoos yall) 
  • and people might say it doesn’t take a lot of work to design, but ravi literally stays up days working on patterns  and sewing and drawing
  • and he’ll show up to a runway show with red bull and his socks not matching in a complete frenzy because right oh my god today was the show and he forgot um uh did he bring all the pieces??????? of shit he’s missing the shoES HE FORGOT THE SHOES
  • and you’re his secretary, literally trying to keep ravi on schedule for interviews and shows and meeting with customers
  • but also keeping him hydrated and like,,,,,,having tylenol in your back pocket in case a party with any customers gets a Little Much
  • and it’s the first day of one of his shows in seoul and ravi is doing a last minute touch up on model ken when he literally turns to you
  • and you’re like ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,ravi,,,,,,,,,,your nose is bleeding
  • and he’s like shit i can’t get it on the pants - oh i got it on the pants ITS RUinED
  • and you run over and you’re like “it’s ok just,,,,,,,cut it out???” and ravi looks at you like you’re out of your mind
  • and you’re like “holes are in style???? designer taehyung is known for them-”
  • and ravi is like “really, you’re amazing and beautiful but that’s not a good idea”
  • and you’re like “im sorr- wait what”
  • and ravi, whose not thinking straight is like, and me the scarf from my bag
  • and you do and he ties it around ken’s thigh where the stain is and you’re also like trying to get a napkin to ravi’s nose
  • and it’s a mess but ken is up and ready to walk the runway
  • and he winks at you like “amazing and beautiful secretary,,,,,,ravi is laying it on thick” and you’re like GO before i kick you
  • and you turn back to ravi and you’re like sit down put your head back because of the blood
  • and as he does ravi reaches out to take your hand and he’s like “thanks for being by my side” and you’re like,,,,,,i,,,,,it’s no problem!!!!!
  • and when he tilts up his head,,,he’s blushing and his deep voice kinda wavers but he’s like “i,,,,meant it,,,,,,you really are,,,,amazing ,,,, to me”
  • you: “and beautiful?”
  • ravi getting even more red “Y-ye,,,yes,,,,,,,oh god im gonna have another nose bleed”
  • you running to get more tissues for your boss,,,,,,,and future boyfriend hehe