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Y'ALL IM GONNA CRY IM GETTING THE APARTMENT!!!!!! IM GONNA LIVE W 3 OTHER MENTALLY ILL PPL IN A GORGEOUS APARTMENT WHERE I CAN HAVE A HAMSTER AND WE HAVE A HUGE BALCONY AND THE PPL ARE NICE AND IM!!!!! AAAAAA GOODBYE HOMOPHOBIC WITCH MOTHER

Langst Playlist

1. Es Sheeran- Castle On The Hill
2. Selena Gomez- Only You
3. Tracy Chapman- Fast Car
4. The Script- Superheroes
5. Jessie J- Flashlight
6. OneRepublic- I Lived
7. Machine Gun Kelly- At My Best
8. Linkin Park- Heavy
9. The Chainsmokers, Coldplay- Something Just Like This
10. Sleeping At Last- Pluto
11. Sleeping At Last- Earth
12. The Middle East- Blood
13. Vancouver Sleep Clinic- Someone to Stay
14. Florence + The Machine- Wish That You Were Here
15. The Chainsmokers- Inside Out

16. Dirty Money- Coming Home 17. Mariah Carey- Almost Home

Feel free to add the songs that give you Langst Feels®

Old friends

Request: yes

Plot/request: can I request a Jason Todd x reader, where when he lived on the street, reader would give him good and necessities, as reader came from a well off family, they don’t speak again until Jason (as Red hood) saves reader? Thanks, <3

Word count:961

Warning(s): a mugging type thing 

A/N: this isn’t my best work and I’m sorry and I’m also sorry that my internet shut off and I have to post this on my phone.

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Jinyoung: When we get to the restaurant, Bambam and Yugyeom, act like you’re 12. Youngjae and Jackson act like you’re 13 and a half.

Jackson: WTF you can’t treat us like this, I'm almost 24.

Jinyoung: And I’m almost out of money so unless you want to walk home, you’re 13.

Jackson: … this some bullshit… imma still do it but just know this some bullshit.

Creepypasta #1052: The Beast In The Dryer Liked To Eat My Clothing When I Was Seven

Length: Long

The beast in the dryer liked to eat my clothing.

I didn’t know why, but he told me he loved the taste of my socks, sweaters, underwear, pants, shirts, tights, whatever he could gets his paws on. He told me he lived on soap, little girl’s clothes, and prayers at night, but if I wanted to sneak him a candy bar now and again, he wouldn’t complain. Because I was seven, this made perfect sense to me. 

The company was nice when I was down in our scary, unfurnished basement doing laundry. I was forced to do my own laundry because my family was giant and difficult to manage, so I had lots of time to sneak out a pair of socks, a shirt I didn’t really like, or an old and holey pair of tights. In return for his “snacks,” the beast was the best friend I’d ever had. I’d tell him about my day, about my friends. I would even tell him all the secrets I was scared to tell my parents, like how I found my oldest sister Victoria naked with her boyfriend, or how Daddy talked about money problems when he thought we were all asleep, or how my fourteen-year-old brother Levi snuck out every night and came back smelling sweet and rotten. The beast told me I was a good observer, that I noticed things nobody else did. He said this made me very special, especially because I didn’t go blabbing all these secrets I carried.

He said, “Dolly, you’re a special girl and I’m a special beastie, which is why we’re such good friends.” Dolly was his nickname for me, since he said my real name, Diana, was very stuffy. I kind of agreed.

I liked talking to the beast in the dryer so much that I started offering to do other people’s laundry. My nine-year-old sister Millie, who was the meanest person in the world, told me that because I offered she wouldn’t flush my goldfish down the toilet. Levi said thanks and gave me a brownie that made me feel funny and then throw up. Victoria said I could, but I was to absolutely never look in her drawers or touch her “lingerie.” The second-meanest member of my family, my twelve-year-old brother Danny, told me now I had to do his laundry forever, and I’d better give it to him all folded and neat, or else he’d “mash me.” My siblings were horrible and I hated them all. I told the beastie.

“I was being helpful and really nice,” I lamented to him as I folded Danny’s laundry, making sure his shirts were nice and neat. “Nobody even said thank you but Levi, and he gave me that dumb brownie. I think it was a prank.”

The beast snorted furiously. “Dolly, don’t you think about that. You’re so polite and kind to your brothers and sisters. They just don’t appreciate you. But I do!” The dryer rattled and I could tell he was mad. He cared about me so much, even more than my mom and dad. “I appreciate you more than anybody else, and don’t you ever forget that.”

“They don’t appreciate me,” I repeated. “You do, though.”

“That’s right,” the beast affirmed. “Now, do you have any snacks for me today?”

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SPN Hiatus Creations || Week Sixteen: Subtext
 ↳ John Winchester did the best he could.
                                  subtext being his best was absolute crap.


I know we as the SPN fandom like our subtext to be of homoerotic nature, but I thought I try something different.
I’m not sure if this even qualifies. probably not.
but let’s all pretend it does

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Of Lust and Love - Alexander Hamilton x John Laurens

Summary: John goes to visit his friend Alexander at the theatre after a rough night.

Word Count: 1,768

Authors Note: Shakespeare AU, set in the 16th century. I want to expand this universe so if it’s in demand? For @ciceroprofacto historical!lams cause why not?

Warning: prostitute!john but he’s not doing any prostitution work in this piece, just a lot of mention of his work, typical period homophobia. Internalised homophobia

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Hey guys! It’s your local neighborhood enby artist offering another commissions special cause IIII’m almost out of money! 

I’m doing these icons for 15$ each, just send me a good quality photo of your face and let me know the other specifics (expression, makeup, jewelry, eye colour if it’s not clear etc) and in no time at all, you too could have your very own adorable, slightly anime floating icon head to paste on your social media.

My paypal email is fiyhi@yellowchicken.com and you can contact me through that as well as on tumblr if you’d like. Thanks for reading and I hope you consider getting an icon! (reblogging this helps too) <3

More Billy Batson headcanons

- Billy really likes lightening storms. He hated them before but after his powers they put him at ease. The lightening is always lowkey attracted to him and the atmosphere around him is electric and tingly and makes his hair is always on end. But it resonates with the magic inside and makes him feel powerful even as Billy.

- The magic it takes to transform into Captain Marvel starts to drain on Billy after a while. He doesn’t notice as Cap, but the bigger the fights with or longer periods spent as in his alter ego, the more exhausted and achy Billy feels after. The magic draws energy from his soul, his very being. It wears him out. It’s only noticeable after he stays in his magical form for 6+ hours.

- While in his human form, Billy cannot use any of Captain Marvel’s magic, It’s there but unless he transforms, he’s just human. But! As a human he has a much, much higher affinity for learning magic because he has this incredibly powerful magic bound to his soul. At some point in his early teens, he decides it would be good for him to learn some basic magic as himself. He trains a bit with Zatanna and other magic users and while it comes very easy to him, he never really practices it and doesn’t use it all that much. He prefers doing stuff on his own.

- Billy was orphaned at age 4 and kicked out of his house by his uncle shortly after. He bounced between a caring, but ultimately weary and run down orphanage and a few foster homes for the next few years. He usually got thrown out of the foster homes because Billy was “"aggressive”“ for defending weaker kids and didn’t conform to the foster parents’ grateful standards. Decided around age 7/8 that he’d had enough and went to streets, mostly just hid and searched for work/food. Got his powers around age 9, inducted into the League as Marvel around age 10, his identity was revealed a little less than a year later when he’s 11.

- Billy almost always knows what’s going down in Fawcett City. He’s developed a network of homeless kids/adults who trust him and will usually give Billy information because he’s nice/gets them food whenever possible (and not just because he needs info, Billy generally gives away most of the money/food he earns only keeping enough to survive). In fact, Billy is so good with getting information out of the city’s homeless and getting a read on the city, other Leaguer’s will "rent” his services. Let him crash at your place with a little food and in a few days, he’ll know the ins and outs of your homeless population. They’ve uncovered many an evil plot before it occurred because Billy knew how to talk to people. The Leaguer jokingly calls them his “Irregulars”. But Billy doesn’t work for free, if you use his services, you’ll be giving as big a donation as you can afford to your city’s homeless. Billy figures he’s getting info from them, they might as well benefit.

- The League wants to help out when they find out about Billy but he refuses to most of the help. He only accepts what he needs to survive and only when he really needs it. He claims it isn’t fair for all the other homeless kids who don’t have the powers and friends that he has. So he stays in his abandoned building and works three jobs to make money. But the League puts their foot down that he must go to school (with Clark/Diana using aliases as “foster parents” in case there’s a problem) and he must come to the Watchtower/someone’s house when the temperature drops below a certain level and there’s a chance he might freeze to death.

- Billy loses one of his last baby teeth while hanging at the Watchtower and doesn’t understand why everyone is freaking out. He’d told he needs to put it under his pillow and the tooth fairy will come. He rolls his eyes but does it anyway and wakes up to find the equivalent of $100,000 in cash, checks and stones/metals. He returns it with an annoyed face. Diana holds onto the tooth cause it’s cute, Bruce puts all the money into a trust for Billy’s future.

- On average, Billy can only sleep for about 2-4 hours of sleep at a time. He’s living in an abandoned building slightly out of the way. The perfect stow-away for runaways and the homeless. Billy has learned to be paranoid and vigilant and awake at the slightest noise either due to animals, screams for help, or people breaking into his building for a place to sleep or, worse, to steal his meager possessions. Billy will usually let people stay one night but he needs the privacy as Captain Marvel. This lack of sleep really wears Billy down and it becomes noticeable. The League intervenes and puts up quiet interventions to keep people out, giving Billy his privacy and, finally, a decent night’s sleep.

- Despite being a kid, Billy actually takes pretty good care of himself and his surroundings. He’s not perfect but he very rarely leaves messes or indulges in a lot of junk food. He knows he’s too thin and not getting all the nutrients he needs so he tries to eat as healthy as possible. He hates greens but he knows they’re good for him. Plus he’s used to having so little, he treats all his possessions and everyone else’s with great respect. He’s homeless but not a slob, he always keeps his area clean. They love when Marvel’s on monitor duty, he doesn’t leave a mess and things are usually straightened up a little.

- Before his identity was discovered, Billy was working 3, sometimes more, jobs on and off into order to earn scraps of money for food and essentials. He didn’t go to school and instead worked all day and spent his free time at the Library trying to keep up on his studies. He only kept a fraction of his earnings, he drops off most at his former orphanage to feed the other kids and the rest he hands out to people in need. Almost every homeless persona has received money/food from Billy at some point. He only keeps enough he needs to survive which is usually not enough. The League intervenes, makes him go to school and gives him a small stipend so he can always get a proper meal. He still works when he can and most of that money he gives away

-  Billy is one of those people who when he gets sleepy gets really honest. Like just word vomit all the things he’s hiding, as both Captain Marvel and Billy. When the League is worried about him, they make him stay up a little later and then pump him for information about what’s bothering him. Billy caught on and made sure to never sleep around them. It was a massive breach of trust that took a long time to forgive, but he never forgot and always makes his own bedtimes.

- Bruce started looking into Captain Marvels’ identity only a few months after the Big Red Cheese hit the scene, long before he was considered for the League. There was something off about the magic man and Bruce wanted to know what it was. it took him longer than expected to get any info on the Captain but once he knew, he was not happy to find the hero a homeless little boy. Batman dropped in on him a couple of times, offering to get the kid into a foster home, provide him with a home. Hell Bruce even offered to take him in himself but Billy refused everything. Eventually Bruce recommended and expedited Cap’s acceptance into the League. He couldn’t stop the kid from doing what he believed his right but he’d make sure Billy had back-up.  

An Encounter

alexander hamilton x reader

prompt: alexander hamilton came into the campus cafe ordering the same drink, sitting at the same table, and doing the same thing. you were always curious about the boy but never got to further investigate him. that was until today.

a/n: thank you for all the support lately wow. i’m planning on writing more imagines for more of the characters. i also have a multi-part imagine involving lin i’ll be writing soon :))

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Alexander Hamilton was quite the customer.

He’d come into the campus cafe, bag overflowing with notebooks and pages of writings that would occasionally escape his bag and leave a trail behind him. He sat at the same table, the one in the far left corner closest to the window, and ordered the same exact drink, a black coffee with one cream and five sugars. He would continue to write like a maniac for hours upon hours. This happened about three times a week.

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Jimin: Aphenphosmphobia Pt. 1

Originally posted by jimintensify

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Word Count: 1550

Warning: Mention of aphenphosmphobia, panic attack and a bit of self harm

Aphenphosmphobia: the fear of being touched or of touching. For some people who have this phobia, the fear of touching or being touched is linked specifically to people of the opposite sex. In women, this fear is often linked to having experienced a sexual assault

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New day. New morning. New school. New…friends. You hate them all. You hate the fact that you have to wake up every single day to face those people. Those that you feared. Those guys.

You are a ordinary 18 year old, or so you thought. You suffer from aphenphosmphobia since you were 11, when your family moved to a small town. Your neighbour seems pretty friendly at first, like the perfect neighbour everyone would wish to have. He was a single man with no wife or children. He always invite you to his house, saying that he would like some company since he was almost 24/7 alone. He treated you candies and basically anything a little girl would like. 3 months passed living at the new apartment and everything was still pretty normal until, the last time you visited. You remember clearly when he invited you to his room for the first time. He handed you your favourite lollipop and started talking to you. He placed his hand on your knee and asked about your day, how was school etc. For each question he asked he slowly crept his hand up your thigh. For an 11 year old, you caught on to the situation pretty quickly and started to resist his touch. But he hits you. Before he released you from the demon castle back to your home, he threatened to continue what he was doing if you tell anybody about it.

When you finally reached your safest heaven, you cover your face with your hair not wanting your parents to question you about the bruises. You ran to your room in a hurry and stuffed your face in the pillow crying. Few minutes later your mom came knocking at your door, which you gladly welcome her in, forgetting about the fact that there’s big blue bruises on your cheeks. You heard her gasped before she rushed towards you, holding your cheeks and asking what happened to you. You didn’t answer though, you couldn’t. You don’t want him to do it again. But despite the fact that you told no one, he still did it. He did it even though you didn’t go to his place anymore. He came to your house, telling you parents he missed having you at his. Your parents, not knowing anything, always welcomed him and lead him to your room. He did it endlessly and it was making you physically and mentally abused. He stopped attacking your face after the first time, figuring out that he shouldn’t take the risk and instead, he abused your body. You hid your bruises with big and thick sweater until one day you finally couldn’t take it anymore. You broke the news to your mom but she couldn’t do anything to help you. The first time she did she was harassed and she didn’t dare to tell my father. She asked you to endure it. So you did. All by yourself. You stopped wearing sweater to school. Part of it because they will see it when there’s physical education anyway but mainly because you hate it. You hate sweaters. You want to be like the other girls who wear tank top and dresses to school. You wanted to be…normal.

When your father finally heard about it, he turned up at that man’s door. But that wasn’t enough to stop him. Your parents considered moving, but they just bought the new house and almost had no money left to even support out daily necessities. People notices your bruises everyday. You friends tried to talk to you. Your teachers tried to talk to you. But you shut them all out. So they had to call your parents every time. And you have to change school every they decided to butt their nose into your business to avoid any more questioning. You hated that man. You hated it when he step a foot into your home. You hated to be touched. Even a single tap on your hand could break your inner demon, unless you know that it’s a girl. You hated your parents because they let it happen every single time without reporting that filthy man saying that they ‘don’t want to create trouble’ as if you meant nothing as compared to their pride. They allow him to come to your house even if you’re not allowed to go to his. They did nothing to help you escape. The existence of that man changed your life.The existence of that man cut you off from all your friends, your family, the world. You lived with it for months until you couldn’t take it anymore. You hid yourself in the bathroom, taking out the blades you stored behind the mirror. It was wrong, but it relief you. You did it every time he was done with you. When you finally left the house, everything just wasn’t the same anymore. You distant yourself from your parents. Basically everyone. All men are the same, you told yourself. They’re disgusting.


You left the house without having breakfast that day. Standing outside the class you waited for your form teacher to give you permission to enter. “Alright class, we have a new student today!” you heard her saying in the room. You rolled your eyes having heard that for at least 10 times this year just because someone decided to report you to the counsellor after seeing the scars on your body. Once you entered the room, you stood frozen. You were not expecting that much boys in the class. Shit, I should have know better than to believe this was a girl school you thought to yourselfThere were definitely more than 20 of them. Stiffly introducing yourself, you scanned your eyes around the room trying to find a spot beside a female. It has to be a girl…please let me sit with a girl… you pray to yourself. But there was only one seat left beside a blonde guy. “Y/N? Please make yourself comfortable at the seat beside Jimin.” You heard behind you. You cursed under your breath and braced yourself before making your way to the only freakin’ seat in the entire classroom. “Hi! I’m Jimin!” He said beside you cheerfully. Instead of replying him, you shifted your chair and table slightly to the side to make a gap between the both of you. His smile dropped a little and you could hear a group of boys laughing behind him. You knew that it was rude to behave that way, but you couldn’t help it. It help you loosen up knowing that there’s at least some space separating you from filthy bastards.

Class ended and you’re more than happy to be packing your bag and leaving the class in a speed of lightning. You were walking down the hall looking for your new locker when someone grabbed your wrist. The slight contact made you snatch your hand back in an instant. Turning around to face that person with fear, you found that new guy in front of you. What was his name again? Chimin? Gym? Whatever it is.

“…May I help you?” you asked timidly. “Uhm…” he said scratching his head. “I just wanna… I mean… can we be friends?” He asked. Having no intention to have any interaction with guys, you just shook your head lightly and turned away. “Wait!” You heard and he grabbed your wrist again. This time, the grip was stronger and you were unable to pulled off. “Let go..” you said, still trying to tug your hand out of his grip. “Why are you so cold to me…?” He asked, looking confused. Honestly his grip wasn’t that strong that it would hurt you but you were scared as hell that something like that will happen again. “P-please, let me go” you said again, your breathing slowly getting uneven as your heartbeat increases drastically. Tears started to flood your vision but he was too confused to even notice. “I’ll let you go as soon as you answer my question how bout that?” He asked softly. You are yanking your wrist really roughly now, wanting to escape as quickly as possible. “LET GO!” you screamed. Everyone in the hallway turned towards both of you to see the what was the commotion. Noticing that, he finally released you. But not before your panic attack started kicking in. You couldn’t breathe. The air stuck in your throat unable to get out. You crawled at your neck feeling like someone was strangling you. It’s okay, just breathe. You’ve done this before you can do it again. You reassured yourself. “Hey! Hey it’s okay, just breathe!” You heard the voice faintly. The world was spinning around you, your whole body felt numbed and you dropped to the ground. You couldn’t focus on anything. It was as if you were locked up in a soundproofed room, unable to hear. Images of those filthy scenes began to unfold in front of you and you swear you could feel the touch on your body. You shrieked and kicked, struggling to remove the scene from your mind, to breathe. The last thing you felt was the floor disappearing beneath you before you fell unconscious for the fifth time that year. Only this time, someone was there to help you…

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princessnightwing  asked:

"Who in the name of Batman thought this was a dang good idea?!" (For the sentence starter! 😁)

“Who in the name of Batman thought this was a dang good idea?” Jason yells from the back seat of the car. “Why is the Demon Spawn driving?”

“Because my driving is ten times better than any of yours.” Damian says without looking away from the road.

“I think the better question is why Jason just said ‘dang.’” Tim states.

“It’s because I made a swear jar. He has to put in a dollar for every swear word he uses.” Dick picks up a mason jar with dozens of crinkled up dollar bills from the floorboard. “I’ve almost run him out of money.”

“Honestly, I’m surprised there isn’t more in there. He swears like a sailor.” Tim says.

Tim’s words send Jason into a frenzy. “Bolshevik you fart knocking son of a motherless goat! I’m going to flip a biscuit and cram a crud muffin right down your throat if you keep talking smack!”

Tim looks at Dick with a deadpan expression. “I bet he breaks within the next hour.”


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Honestly Mulan and Disney’s treatment to of that character is so fascinating to me bc like to me it’s like 2 separate Disneys

there’s the Disney that made and distributed a movie for kids that encouraged them to not let their full potential go to waste by worrying about what makes others happy or comfortable, or underestimate themselves or others

aaaaaand then there’s the Disney that only sells the image of Mulan in her matchmaker outfit. The outfit that represented how impossibly hard it was for her to conform to expectations that others forced on her.

Like, even little kids understand “this is the outfit she wore when she was the most sad” Tbh it made no sense to me as a kid I was like “Why did they make THIS the doll and why is she suddenly so content in this outfit now?”

pt 2 of my things for @neilkpop for the @aftgexchange!! i hope u enjoy this noah♡ and thanks to the admins for organizing everything!

  • so as all the foxes know, Neil has never really been exposed to the joys of shopping
  • sure, he’s gotten clothes and supplies on the run, but that was just for pure survival, and he’s been dragged along on other trips, but it’s never been real shopping as Nicky would say 
  • though after the previous attempts at shopping with Nicky, Neil draws the line and says that if the team is going to make him go out, Nicky is not to be in charge 
  • Nicky is bitter but accepts this because he just really wants Neil to get out a little more 
  • so he asks who’s going to show Neil the ropes because “god knows your fashion sense isn’t going to cut it" 
  • unsurprisingly, Neil picks Allison 
  • he and Allison just kind of click; they’re both pretty closed off from times before the foxes, and they’re ruthless together when it comes to the press

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