and by stupid i mean stupid talented

Marichat May Day 10: “What If?”

“Your turn,” Marinette said as she took another macaron from the plate.

Chat Noir tapped his chin thoughtfully. “Hmm, okay, what if you found out I’m actually Chloe Bourgeois when I’m not transformed?”

Marinette sputtered on the water she had been sipping. “Are you saying you are?!”

“Tsk, tsk, Princess, you know that’s not how we play this game,” he winked.

“Fine. If I found out you were actually Chloe, I probably wouldn’t be that attracted to you anymore.”

Chat Noir’s eyes widened. “A-atrracted to me?”

“Tsk, tsk, kitty,” Marinette smirked. “My turn. Let’s see…what if I told you I’ve drawn you on more than one occasion?”

“Is it because you’re attracted to me?” he beamed.

“More that I seem to have a weakness for blonde hair and green eyes. I wouldn’t take it personally.”

“What other blonde haired, green-eyed foes must I defeat to win your affections?”

Marinette tapped his nose playfully. “That’s not a ‘what if’ question.”

“Fine,” Chat Noir huffed. “What if you were to tell me who else holds your heart, Princess?”

“I don’t think that really counts.”

“I used ‘what if’. That’s literally the only rule of this game.”

Marinette shifted uneasily. “Maybe we shouldn’t play anymore.”

“Sorry,” he ducked his head sheepishly. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“It’s not you, Chat…it’s just…I have this stupid crush on a guy that I don’t actually think anything will happen with but I can’t seem to let it go. It’s annoying and embarrassing and I would feel stupid telling you that he’s the one who ‘holds my heart’, as you put it, because he’s completely oblivious to the fact.”

Chat Noir leaned in, tucking Marinette’s hair behind her ear. “Then he’s an idiot.”

“He’s not,” she argued.

“What if I told you you’re beautiful?”

“I…um…”

“And smart and talented and funny and–” Chat Noir’s words were cut off by Marinette’s lips pressing against his. The kiss was short and sweet and both teens were blushing by the time they pulled apart.

“What if we did that again?” Chat Noir smiled, leaning forward. 

Hate You (Wonho)

Originally posted by the-xclan

Chapter 2

Previously: |Chapter 1|

Pairing: 

Wonho x Reader

Genre: Romance

“Well, you’re no ray of sunshine to be with either,” Wonho grumbled. Instantly, rage flowed through me. Maybe I wasn't a ‘ray of sunshine’ to him because he was constantly rude to me. Constantly irritating me. Who does he think he is?

I stomped past the shelving unit on my way to him. He’d decided to stretch out on the love seat. Selfish bastard. “Excuse me?” I waited for his reply while he leaned his head back against the wall, but all he did was close his eyes and laugh. Nothing angered me more. ”Why are you ignoring me,” I demanded.

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Stupid

Here it is the long ‘tie’ awaited story! I really really hope you guys like it because I hyped it up so darn much! It was fun receiving all your guesses! Anyway here it is guys!

The female MC, Jang, winked at him and he knew it was time for the prank his company had told him about.

“So Jungkook, we hear that you have the most talented voice.” Jang smiled at him.

“That’s right! He’s also called the golden maknae,” The male MC, Kwon, added, “I would expect you to go solo any day now!”

“Actually, I do have a special announcement to make,” Jungkook stood up and pretended to look nervous, “More of a confession, um, I was approached by another company, they offered me a solo album but the catch was I would have to leave BigHit and no longer be a member of Bangtan.”

There was a deafening silence across the room as the members looked stunned, their mouths had all dropped in shock.

“Wow, congratulations,” Jang smiled, “What a bombshell!”

“What do you mean you’re leaving?” Jin sputtered, “You can’t just leave Kookie, you belong with us!”

“I can’t believe this,” Hoseok choked out, “This isn’t happening.”

“Jungkook, I thought you were happy with us.” Namjoon said tightly.

“I have another announcement too,” Jungkook looked forlorn, “It’s a hidden camera.”

Again the room was quiet in stunned silence.

“Surprise! In celebration of BTS’s huge success we set up a hidden camera!” Kwon laughed.

Confetti fell from the ceiling and a cake that read ‘Congratulations BTS!’ was brought out.

All of the members looked relieved, Taehyung proceeded to lay on the floor and Namjoon screeched in anguish at being tricked. Jungkook smiled and wrapped an arm around Jimin, although Jimin smiled back, it was tight and it didn’t reach his eyes. The members behaved cheerily and with laughter but Jungkook could tell they were acting. Jungkook spent the rest of the interview with a pit forming into his stomach.

“Alright everyone, thank you so much for watching!” Jang concluded and the cameras were turned off. The six members who had been tricked rushed off set, with Jungkook rushing to catch up. When he stood alongside them they turned and ignored him.

“Hyungs? Hyungs, are you mad?” Jungkook called out to them worriedly.

“Mad? Are we mad?” Jimin’s shoulders hunched over, “I can’t even begin to describe my feelings toward you right now.”

“Did you ever even stop to consider how awful we would feel?” Hoseok asked with his eyes still teary.

“I thought it was okay,” Jungkook said with a guilty look on his face, “Hyungs, I’m so sorry.”

“Well it wasn’t okay, it was a total disaster!” Yoongi glared, “Why did you do that!”

“But the MC’s told me it didn’t count because it was a variety joke,” Jungkook sniffled, “Please I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.”

“God Jungkook, you’re just,” Namjoon threw his hands in the air, “You’re just so stupid!”

Jungkook felt his lip tremble and tears spring in his eyes. He quickly rushed past them and out the door so they wouldn’t see his tears.

——–

“Anyone want to go get him?” Taehyung asked gesturing to the empty seat at the table.

It was dinnertime and Jungkook was the only one not present at the table, after arriving home he had gone to his room and gone out since.

“He’ll eat when he’s hungry.” Yoongi replied gruffly.

“Did something happen between you guys?” Manager asked, helping himself to a portion of the food.

“Yeah. That stupid prank.” Hoseok scowled.

“Why the hell are you mad about that?” Manager scoffed, “It was a variety joke, everyone liked it. People are commenting about how close you guys are and how good of an actor Jungkook is.”

“He shouldn’t have done that!” Jimin retorted, “My heart was in my stomach, I almost broke down. What if one of us had?”

“You were supposed to feel that way.” Manager reasoned.

“Well that’s a terrible feeling to have!” Namjoon growled, “Jungkook should have said no, he should have used proper judgement! That prank was childish.”

“Oh really?” Manager intoned, “GOT7 had one, Super Junior has done several, and even Girls Generation has done them. I thought seasoned and popular idols like you would realize that hidden cameras like this happen all the time.”

“But it’s different.” Jimin protested.

“I even recall Namjoon being pranked once by Bang PD himself during your reality show,” Manager continued, ignoring Jimin, “And I remember, when you were rookies, you all pranked Jungkook remember? We all scolded him so hard he cried.”

“Those were all different situations!” Yoongi scowled, he didn’t like others challenging his feelings.

“When those pranks were over, everyone laughed, smiled, got closer and appreciated each other more. You lot turned resentful and nasty.” Manager said, “Was it because he’s the maknae and he isn’t allowed to do the things a hyung would do, is that it? Do you believe yourselves to be more superior to those younger that you all felt you guys were made a fool of when you were tricked?”

Nobody said anything, the members were in varying states of shame and anger rolling through their bodies.

“Or maybe you realized how important Jungkook is to the group and you got scared of what was in store for Bangtan’s future if he did leave.” Manager proposed, “Or you could have gotten jealous of Jungkook’s talent and possible future and directed the anger you had about your own shortcomings on him.”

The members put down their food and dropped their heads in shame. Taehyung thought about all the mischief Jungkook and him had gotten into together. Jimin recalled of all the times they had joked around and ogling over Jungkook’s cuteness. Namjoon reflected on how they had gotten closer by becoming roommates and how much Jungkook admired him. Yoongi brooded over how hard Jungkook had been working on composing and how he managed to make everyone smile with his jokes and lighten the mood with his mischievous nature. Hoseok was reminded of all the hard work Jungkook put into dancing and how shy Jungkook was when he joined the company and how much he had grown. Finally, Jin thought about his favorite dongsaeng, how he would help with the cooking and refuse to teach Jin the dance but would end up helping anyway.

“All I know is that Jungkook has been in his room for over six hours,” Manager finished, “And the other manager is in there trying to convince him to come out.”

“I guess we messed up?” Taehyung said meekly.

The members got up from there seats and trooped over to Namjoon and Jungkook’s shared room. Namjoon stopped once he arrived at the closed door and hesitantly raised his hand to knock.

“Why are you going to knock?” Yoongi asked, “It’s your room.”

“Oh, yeah.” Namjoon opened the door.

The other manager was standing on the bunk bed ladder talking to a lump on the top bunk. The lump was presumably Jungkook. The manager glanced over at the other members and smiled before whispering to the lump and giving it one last pat before climbing off the ladder and leaving the room.

“Um Kookie?” Jin called quietly, “Can we talk?”

The lump shifted again and sniffled, “No thanks.” Jungkook whispered his voice hoarse.

“Kookie, please come out.” Jimin pleaded and climbed up the ladder, “At least come down to Namjoon-hyung’s bed so we can see you a little better.”

Jungkook was stubborn but eventually he moved from the top bunk to the bottom, but he was still wrapped up in a blanket. Other than a tuft of hair his body was completely hidden from the world.

“Jungkook, listen, our feelings were hurt when you said you were leaving,” Hoseok began, “We’re sorry that we yelled at you for it. We know it was just a joke and you didn’t mean any harm by it.”

Jungkook didn’t move from the blanket fort. Jin and Jimin began patting and hugging him through the blanket but Taehyung was getting impatient. He knew that Jungkook’s feelings were hurt but they had been hurt too so they shouldn’t have to been begging on their knees for forgiveness.

“C’mon, seriously Jungkook?” Taehyung sighed, “Stop taking advantage of us, please just come out of there.”

“I’m not taking advantage of anyone,” Jungkook snapped, “You don’t have to be here, and I didn’t want you trying to talk to me anyway.”

“Jungkook, watch your attitude.” Namjoon warned. When Jungkook was disrespectful when he was being mischievous it was all in good fun but this would not be tolerated.

Before an allout fight started, Jin tried a more gentle approach.

“Jungkook, is there something else bothering you?” Jin asked, “It’s hard to talk to you when I can’t see your face.”

Jungkook reluctantly pulled the cover off of his face. He glanced at his hyungs and felt the hurt bubble up again. He needed to rationally explain why he was agitated so they would take him seriously and respect him.

“You called me stupid.” Jungkook stated quietly.

“What are you talking about?” Hoseok asked, “I don’t understand why that upset you.”

“Hush, he’s sensitive.” Jimin defended.

“Teenagers.” Yoongi muttered under his breath.

Jungkook felt his emotions flare; this wasn’t about him being young. How dare they chalk up his feelings to be the result of that and dismiss them as nothing important. He felt tears slip out again and he turned his head so his hyungs wouldn’t see them. He tried to will them back but they weren’t going to stop.

“Jungkook?” Jin questioned again.

“You were…” Jungkook choked out, “the only ones… who had never called me s-stupid.”

Jungkook’s chest heaved and he began to cry harder.

“Everyone always calls me stupid. I know I am stupid but that doesn’t mean people should tell me that.” Jungkook went on, “I spent most of my life given up and believing that I am too stupid to accomplish anything. When we talk about what we would have been if we hadn’t been idols you guys had other options; I didn’t. Being an idol was my only hope of making something of myself. The talents you praise me for only help me as an idol; they are useless for anything else. With you guys around, you made me feel like I was worth something. I was finally proving everyone wrong. I was lying to myself; you think that I’m stupid just like everyone else; you’re all just too nice to have said it before.”

Jungkook bit his lip until it drew blood and grabbed a strand of hair on the side of his head and pulled. He wanted his hyungs to go away and let him wallow in his misery alone. He should have known better.

A strong hand grabbed his and gently removed it from his hair. He felt the bed dip slightly and two hands pulled him into their lap. He felt the bed shake again as other people got on it.

“Jungkook, nobody thinks of you like that,” Jin, who was revealed to be holding him, said, “Nobody, I promise you. You are so important to us and we would never ever believe that.”

“Jungkook, why would you think about yourself like that!” Hoseok exclaimed, “You don’t let people control you. You show all of those people who said that to you that they were wrong. Tell them they missed something great by not believing in you.”

“Have you been feeling like this for along time?” Namjoon asked.

“I’ve always felt like this.” Jungkook shrugged, wiping his eyes, “It’s just how it is.”

“I wish you would have told me,” Namjoon sighed, “You should never feel this way and well, we could have helped you, especially Yoongi, Hoseok, and I since we were often told that we shouldn’t be idols.”

“I don’t think you’re stupid, the hyungs don’t think you’re stupid, and the fans don’t think you are stupid either,” Jimin stated, who had also started to cry, “Those are the ones who matter.”

“No more self destructive shit.” Yoongi simply stated, “You aren’t stupid.”

As he stopped crying, Jungkook became more aware that he was in Jin’s lap and he tried to wiggle out but Jin just held him tighter. Giving up with a huff, he relaxed and laid his head on Jin’s shoulder.

“I’m sorry we made you feel that way Jungkook,” Taehyung apologized, “And I’m sorry we called you stupid.”

“It’s okay, hyung.” Jungkook said, “You guys have made me feel a lot better than I have for a long time.”

As the members began to leave the room, Taehyung and Jimin set up the game controller to play video games. Jungkook didn’t move from Jin’s lap so he decided to play too.

“We’re playing Mario super maker.” Jin demanded.

“Hyung, no let’s play Halo,” Jimin whined.

“Please please please please!” Taehyung joined in.

“Oh, alright!” Jin complained, “You guys give me gray hairs.”

“Well you all ready have wrinkles!” Namjoon called out.

“Excuse me!”

Au where machi and paku want to have a baby together but they also want one of the troupe men to be the ‘father’ so they spend a week picking out the most desirable features from each until they have their man

Ok it’s 2016 can these stupid ankah hotep misogyny memes die already. All four of these ladies are talented. These memes are so stupid and calculated. Like black women arent stupid,we see what point your trying to get across. I mean you would never see a meme like this placing Niki with Lauryn and Bey with Erykah and asking you to choose which album you should buy.

Harry Imagine: Irreplaceable

Requested by Daria 

you searched the world for something else to make you feel like what we had…

After a year of not hearing anything from Harry, you knew it was time to move on, and your friends helped you along the way by setting you up with some double dates with several of their friends.

Unfortunately, the guys were too nice, too boring, too serious or too self absorbed to the point that you started thinking if Harry was the one and if you had missed the chance and no one could ever compare to him.

On the other side of the world, although the situation was drastically different, the reasons were quite the same for Harry.

Events after events and parties with people he barely knew led to a particularly lonely life. He kept thinking about calling you, writing you a letter, but instead, he did what he knew best, what he had learned to do to cope with the pain of having left you not by choice, but to assure that you could have someone deserving of you and better for you than him; he’d go on dates with any girl that showed interest and forget about them by the next date, stopping the relationship before it could even develop because all it took for you and Harry was one date to fall in love.

***

One day, you were shoe shopping with one of your friends when glancing at a store, through the glass window, you saw Harry. It didn’t seem possible but it was him. 

“Oh! Let’s go in here, there’s like a 30% sale on heels.” Your friend basically dragged you into the same store. You wanted to say hi, but didn’t want to barge in his life if he had moved on. You also didn’t know if you could bear hearing about his love life without feeling like the air had been sucked right out of you.

You tried hiding behind the stacks of shoes boxes but your clumsy friend accidentally knocked three boxes down, causing not only a mess but everyone in the store to stare.

“Oops?”

You laughed and helped her stack them back up. 

Harry meanwhile, recognized that laugh, the laugh that pulled at his heart and let him know that everything was okay because you were happy.

“Y/N?” 

You looked up and saw Harry staring at you incredulously.

“Oh hey, Harry.” 

“Hi,” his voice was so low, dreamlike, “Umm let me help you,”

you smiled as Harry started stacking up boxes. When everything was organized your friend spoke, “I think I saw a blue pair of heels, I’ll find you later,” she winked and disappeared, leaving the two of you to talk.

“You look…. You look amazing,” Harry complimented you but you didn’t think you could take it.

“You don’t have to do this, I’m glad you’re okay but I don’t think we can have a conversation.”

“Why?” he had no clue.

“Because I’m still not over you and I’m not sure if I hate you, like you or love you,” you breathed deeply, “You just left Harry, even though you knew you loved me. All this time I’ve been dating worse versions of you. Not one of them came close to you and I’m sure it wasn’t their fault, it was mine. I can’t and won’t like anyone that doesn’t have your stupid grin and your stupid talent in flipping pancakes midair and that stupid ring,” you pointed at the ring he never took off. 

Harry was rocking back and forth, still taking in all that you said.

“I left to give you a chance to have somebody who wouldn’t have such a long distance job but I didn’t know about all this…. I thought you moved on. I mean, I haven’t but I thought you did,” he took a step closer, “I’ve tried replacing you, but you can’t replace a diamond with a rock.” 

“What now, Harry?”

“Pick up where we left off? I’ll give you time if that’s what you need, but I’d like to start again.”

You looked into his pearly green eyes and knew it was time to resume your life.

“I need you, not time.” 

He smiled widely and lifted you up spinning you around and knocking the boxes back down, with the store clerk glaring at the two of you.

“Let’s get out.”  you nodded and darted out of the store, without a pair of shoes but with something much more valuable.

anonymous asked:

WHY ARE YOU SO STUPID!!! I MEAN CMON YOU STILLLL SHIP ZIAM WHEN ZAYN BASICALLY SHOWED EVERYONE HIM AND PERRIE TOGETHER! YOU NEED TO GROW UP WHY CANT YOU ACCEPT THAT ZAYN AND PERRIE ARE HAPPY TOGETHER! YOURE SICK, YOU MUST BE JEALOUS THAT PERRIE IS PRETTY BEACUSE YOU'RE UGLY (i saw those selfies lmfao) SO YOU HAVE TO SHIP HIM WITH A GUY!! AND YOU CANT DEAL WITH THE FACT THAT LTTILE MIX IS TALENTED + SUCESSFUL AND YOURE NOT, DROP FUCKING DEAD BITCH

The Zerrie shippers are back in my askbox :)

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“WHY ARE YOU SO STUPID!!!”

um hate to break it to you sweetheart but I was selected to take the ACT in 7th grade and got a 21….

“I MEAN CMON YOU STILLLL SHIP ZIAM WHEN ZAYN BASICALLY SHOWED EVERYONE HIM AND PERRIE TOGETHER”

why does my opinion matter to you?

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wait… you think one picture proves that they’re together?? 

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 which is southerner language for, you must be stupid, but you tried you tried so hard.. its okay you’re just stupid, its not your fault.

“YOU NEED TO GROW UP”

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I’m sorry but am i the one sending people anonymous hate, calling them ugly and telling them to die??

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“YOURE SICK" 

no I’m not, I’m perfectly healthy and training in first aid, id be able to recognize signs of illness…

"YOU MUST BE JEALOUS THAT PERRIE IS PRETTY BEACUSE YOU’RE UGLY (i saw those selfies lmfao) ”

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yeah I’m so ugly and jealous of Perrie and her fake lips when the only surgery I’ve ever gotten was to get my tonsils removed… and m jealous of all her makeup too, i mean she looks like cake.. i don’t really wear makeup unless its for something formal so here’s another selfie to emphasize how “ugly” i am (I’m not wearing any makeup)

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 literally

you decide… i mean its so obvious how ugly i am, you’re right anon.

“YOU HAVE TO SHIP HIM WITH A GUY!”

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okay guys the jig is up, someone is holding me hostage and said that I have to ship Ziam if i want to live, send help right away.

“LITTLE MIX IS TALENTED + SUCESSFUL AND YOURE NOT, DROP FUCKING DEAD BITCH”

yes little mix is so talented that their second album was number 6 on billboard and their first was number 4, you have to have talent to flop guys!!

and besides that,most people know that I can do very pleasant sounds with my vocal chords so,

bye now..

Hey guys! Can you believe I’m already on my 3rd follow forever? The edits just keep on getting worse & worse (if you can’t tell, it’s a halo on Sunjongs head, bc he is an angel). I guess this is my Christmas / 900 followers, follow forever. Wah, 900 followers? I can’t believe it.. I’m so blessed that so many of you follow my stupid blog. Some people may think ‘Oh 900 followers isn’t alot, you’re just being stupid’, but to me, 900 followers seems like 900000. It means I’m one step closer to hitting the 1,000 mark. 

 I love seeing all of your work on my dashboard, whether it be gifs, graphics, edits, fanart, or just reblogging posts that you love. I love being around people that like the same things as me, even if it’s not my love for music. I love learning about all of your talents, and things that you enjoy doing. I’m grateful for all the people who took the time to talk to me, even though I’m not great at holding conversations. I feel like I’ve a new family, where I can share anything that I can’t share with my real family. Enough of my rambling..

Thank you all for accepting me for me, and thank you for being with me throughout my time on tumblr (now it sounds like I’m leaving.. I should just stop here).

Bolded // Mutuals       or       Italic&Bolded // Friends (Even if I’ve never talked to you, I still class you as my friend bc I’m a loser).

#-B; 

1ofmanybabyz  4ddddani  5oxygens  27lsy a-lonely-charmander  aegyo-shinee  ambernambre-shinvixxee ✿ amigonew ✿ @annyeongpabo  apparently-his-name-is-minho  asslord ✿ asslorde ✿ azuchumi  b-bumb ✿ bakafirefly  baldfather ✿ banhsoo ✿ blackfemalepresident ✿ blondnam.

C-E;

cheeridyos ❀ chicken-is-not-my-style  chocolatexpuppy ❀ chodalicious ❀ chodyeol ❀ choisiwonthirstprincess ❀ choistmas  chunjis-boobs ❀ church-of-minho ❀ daeum ❀ deepthoughtsbykanyewest ❀ dinogyu ❀ @dinosoor ❀ dohdoro ❀ dongwooscum ❀ doresque ❀ drankwoo ❀ dubufulkoala ❀ dubutokii ❀ dyodoroo ❀ eteru ❀ exodad ❀ exorgy.

F-H;

fauxtwink flower-tao  for-noxus  g0thdads g-y-u ✿ girlywithalittlekpop gothmoms ✿ greaseu ✿ gyiyomii ✿ gyuuri ✿ gyuzizis ✿ hiswhiskeyisthelucifer ✿ ho-gyu ✿ hogays ✿ homilks ✿ hongbot ✿ hoyeu ✿ hyadain ✿ hyolights.

I-K;

illa-onthighs  itsmichiru  jinki-and-his-bitches  jinkifreak13  jisforjoshiepoo  jjangyeol-sshi  jonghyuns-flat-ass jpglay ❀ kathamesser  keysmom ❀ kimjimwoo ❀ kimshinegyu ❀ kimvampgyu ❀ kraypops  kris-is-my-style ❀ kriswooh.

L-N;

ladmilk ✿ lay-me-kris ✿ minflame minhoskitty ✿ minsugas-swag  mochiccino ✿ mynqsoo ✿ myuggsoo ✿ nambang namstar ✿ namwhos ✿ namwooo ✿ namyomi ✿ ngujenvo  no-i-wasnt-googling-onews-bits.

O-Q;

omgfishy ❀ peperomint ❀ pohroro.

R-T;

rapmonsters ✿ sangdont ✿ sehuniversity sehuns-left-testicle ✿ shinsadong ✿ slayfan ✿ sngyl ✿ sowutevr ✿
st-deul ( angry-wizards✿ stopsojin ✿ stoptaemin ✿ stopvixx ✿ suhobos ✿ suhosquad ✿ sungjongontop ✿ sxngbin ✿ taemaaann ✿ taemajesty ✿ taemeow ✿ taohunnie ✿ thuhunhan ✿ thungyu ✿ tienyeol ✿ tokki-teeth ✿ totaero ✿ turn-over-onew-leaf ✿ tyleroppathecreator.

U-W;

v-dyo ❀ veganjinki ❀ vixxtoobomb ❀ wackitvixx ❀ wontaclaus ❀ woodolph ❀ woohyan ❀ www-taokardashian-com.

X-Z;

xing-xing-the-high-unicorn ✿ xiupreme ✿ xyeons ✿ yadoong ✿ yehet-me-harder ✿ yengirl ✿ yeolloid ✿ yeolqurt ✿ yoongishit​.

Once again, thank you all for making my time on tumblr amazing!

Unfollow Me, Trump Fans

Donald Trump has the uneducated white vote locked down. It’s fascinating to me when folks look at poor whites with no high school degree and condescendingly assume they’re too stupid to know better than to hate others.

Uneducated doesn’t mean stupid. Poor doesn’t mean dumb. Some of the smartest and most talented people on this planet don’t have a degree and don’t come from money. Give credit where credit is due: With all the evidence in the world to counteract racist bullshit, anyone who still subscribes to that garbage is a WILLFULLY IGNORANT asshole.

If you’re a Trump supporter, please unfriend me or unfollow me on any social media and block me now before I do it to you first. Save me the time and effort. I don’t care if we’re related or we had fun in middle school. Go the fuck away. If you need anything in an emergency you can call on me and I will help as best I can, but otherwise go away. I’m not talking to Republicans in general; I’m talking to the Branch Davidian Kool-Aid Kult Kidz Who Looove Trump.

It isn’t about us disagreeing about birth control, abortion, labor laws, any of that shit. I love debates and I love ending a rousing argument with a good handshake. Some of my Republican friends and family have challenged me, educated me, pissed me off, delighted me, loved me and saved my life.
That’s because at base we are humans who love each other and want to figure shit out. We disagree and get heated at times but when push comes to shove we want to do good in this world.

You Trump people aren’t like the folks I just described. You may think you’re kind and good and you’ve had struggles in your day, but there were some very sweet Nazis who’d visit their neighbors in the hospital and deliver soup in between shifts at the ol’ concentration camp, so forgive me if I don’t care that you ran a great bake sale at your church. I might love you enough to save your life but I don’t like or respect you enough to deal with you online. I’m too busy to teach you how to be human. 

I’m sure your children are wonderful but I don’t need to see updates on them online because I will just feel sorry for them. Eventually I will probably be the cool person they run to when you kick them out for being gay or dating someone of another color or religion. I will take them in happily. But I don’t need to deal with you in the meantime.

Go. Away.

Wake Me Up (Chapter 34)

This is going to be a triple update in 24 hours for 2 reasons. First, my classes got canceled today. Second, I’m leaving the country again on Thursday so I wont be updating for about 10 days. Also, this is another story based around a single song. It pretty much mirrors it so let me know if you like this approach. With that said, here is chapter 34.

Song

Ed Sheeran- Wake Me Up

Karlie had to compose herself before returning to the living room. After her shaky breaths turned into steady ones the model finally entered to see Austin and Taylor debating something.

“What’s going on?” Karlie asked.

“I want to watch a movie and he wants to play videogames,” the blonde explained with a frustrated tone. “What do you want to do my beautiful girlfriend?” Taylor said trying to persuade her girlfriend to be on her side.

“Humm,” Karlie said sitting down next to the singer whoes arms wrapped around the model.

“Depends, what movie are we watching?” Karlie said.

“Umm…” Taylor said kissing the model’s neck, “I don’t know,” she kissed again. “I was thinking,” another kiss, “maybe the Fault in Our Stars?” She finished with a kiss to the taller girls collarbone.

“Oh” Karlie said trying to sound unfazed by the kisses that had run the full length of her neck.

“You cry every time at that movie though!” Austin finally protested.

“Yeah, so!” Taylor snapped back, no longer in her adorable, innocent façade.

“Babe, I like that movie but I really hate when you cry,” Karlie explained.

“You’re taking his side!” the singer exclaimed leaning back.

“I just don’t like seeing you sad.”

“Fine, I wont cry this time!”

“You will, you totally will. That’s why I’m voting for the video games.”

“Yes!” Austin cried.

“I thought you were on my team,” Taylor said taking her arms away from the model and moving to the other side of the couch so they were no longer touching.

Karlie rolled her eyes and moved over to the singer.

“I am on your team. Always. But I hate when you cry even when it’s over a stupid movie,” she tried to explain.

Taylor sighed.

“Fine, but you better beat him.”

“Done and done,” Karlie replied with a grin.

They had been playing for nearly an hour and Karlie had won maybe twice.

“This is ridiculous, how are you so good?” the model complained.

“I got talent,” Austin mocked. “Shouldn’t you be better at video games? I mean you do coding and all that stuff.”

“I can make real drones work not these stupid virtual ones,” the taller girl said, now visibly frustrated.

“You got this round,” Taylor encouraged.

“Damn it!” Karlie said as her screen went red. She tossed the controller in the direction of the TV. “I give up, I’m done.”

“Victory!” Austin cried raising his hands above his head.

Karlie cuddled up into Taylor.

“Want to go back to my house?” Taylor whispered sweetly, rubbing the model’s head.

The younger girl nodded, feeling defeated.

“Ok, lets go then.”

The girls got up.

“Where are you going?” Austin asked.

“Home, you’re a bully,” Taylor said jokingly.

“It’s fine, I’m a big girl.” Karlie said extending a hand. “Good game.”

Austin shook it. “Nice playing with you Kloss.”

Karlie smile, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Bye guys!” Austin replied turning back to the TV.

The girls said goodbye to Andrea and Scott and drove to their Nashville house.

“Getting tired yet?” Taylor asked as they entered their bedroom.

“Yeah, I was thinking about taking a bath and then heading to bed actually.”

“That sounds ideal.”

“Want to take one with me? I mean the tub is big enough.” Karlie asked with a smile.

Taylor matched her smile and nodded. “That would be perfect.”

Karlie was now in the bathroom filling up the tub while Taylor did some unpacking.

She was supposed to be watching the water but her thoughts began to wonder specifically in the direction of marrying Taylor.

‘Would I have to change my last name? Is that even something that we would do? If I did I would have to get my passport changed and that would be incredibly inconvenient. Would we have to sign forms and send them in with an express request because we’ll probably be traveling for work.’ Karlie thought.

“Karlie!” Taylor voice brought the model out of her thoughts. She then realized that the tub was overflowing.

“Shit!” Karlie cried. She ran over to turn off the taps and drain the tub a little. However, the tub was already half bubbles.

“What were you doing?” Taylor asked trying to mop up some of the spit water with a spare towel.

“I looked away for like a second!” Karlie tried reasoning.

“Whatever, it’s cleaned up now,” the singer said throwing the wet towels into the hamper.

“But I mean look at those bubbles though,” the model joked.

“True, true, they are epic,” the blonde said turning to light some candles she kept in the bathroom.

“Ok now this is super relaxing and romantic,” the taller girl noted.

“I know, I love it,” Taylor said smiling.

They both undressed and sat in the tub at opposite ends facing each other.

There was the most comfortable silence between them as they popped the bubbles surrounding them.

“Your eyes are super green today,” Taylor noted out of nowhere.

Karlie grinned. “Thank you.”

“They can sometimes get grey in the winter but right now they are super green.”

“I like that you know that,” Karlie said still smiling.

Taylor bit her lip and flicked her wet, shoulder length hair off of her collarbone.

“I like your hair that length,” the model noted.

“Yeah?”

“Umhum,” Karlie confirmed. “It’s cute.”

“Well you inspired it.”

“Maybe that’s why I like it so much,” Karlie giggled.

“Shut up,” Taylor said splashing the model a little.

Karlie shoot her head and smiled.

“Come here,” she said.

Taylor spun around and lay in between the model’s legs. They linked fingers and Karlie played with the singer’s hands. She looked down at the empty space on Taylor’s ring finger on her left hand. She couldn’t wait to fill that space with the ring that was in the other room.

After their bath the girls cuddled up in bed. They were both exhausted. Taylor’s head was rested on the model chest and she could hear her heartbeat. It was like a lullaby. She found it almost impossible to fall asleep without.

“Are you home next week?” she asked the model quietly.

Karlie hummed signaling that she would be. “Why?”

“I just like falling asleep with you and it’s nice to know I have at least a week full of that.”

“You have a lifetime full of that,” Karlie replied.

“You’re adorable, but I meant like week by week. I don’t know if you’re going to be out of town so when I get to be with you for a long stretch of time it’s nice.”

“I like falling asleep with you too,” was all Karlie could say.

Taylor picked up her head to face they model.

“I love you,” she replied.

“I love you too,” Karlie said with a warm smile. “Oh, you have an eyelash,” she said taking it off of the singer cheek and placing it on the tip of her finger.

“Make a wish,” the model encouraged.

“No, I already have everything I want,” Taylor said with a smirk.

“Everything?” Karlie questioned.

“Ok I have one,” the singer said and blew off the eyelash.

“What did you wish for?” the model asked.

“I can’t tell you because it wont come true,” the blonde said snuggling back into the taller girl.

“I guess that’s true.”

There was silence in the room.

“I have everything I want too,” Karlie said into the dark. She felt the singer’s grip tighten around her waist as they fell into a much deserve sleep.    

Taylor was awakened when the bed next to her sank in.

“Morning sleepy,” Karlie said.

“Morning,” Taylor replied with a rough voice.

“Got you some coffee.”

The singer sat up to see that Karlie indeed had 2 cups in her hands.

“Did you go out and get this?” Taylor asked.

Karlie nodded. “I woke up and was craving it so I took a quick trip to Starbucks. Skinny caramel latte right?”

Taylor nodded and took a sip of her cup.

“You are the best girlfriend in the world. This is my favorite way to wake up.”

“Good, because from what I remember we have a pretty full day.”

Taylor took another sip.

“You promised you would show me around a bit and then we’re having an early dinner with your family. And it is currently…” Karlie said taking a look at her phone, “almost 1.”

“Really?” Taylor wined. “How is it already so late?”

“I don’t know but lets get some brunch.”

“Ok, ok I’m coming,” Taylor said rolling out of bed to face the day.

Taylor spent the rest of the day showing her girlfriend her favorite spots in Nashville. The model had been there before but they never spent the day really exploring. It turned out to be perfect because there were hardly any paparazzi in Nashville so they could walk the streets freely. After, they joined the Taylor’s parents and brother for a dinner out.

“What now?” Taylor asked as the waiters took their plates.

“I’m exhausted,” Karlie stated.

“But the night is still young!” Taylor complained.

“Not all of us wake up at 1 in the afternoon.”

The singer pouted.

“Fine, I get to pick where were going now though,” the model said.

“Do you have some where in mind?” Taylor said skeptically.

“Actually I do. We just have to stop at home which is on the way.”

“Ok, lets go then,” Taylor said, still with a questioning tone in her voice.

They pulled into the driveway and Karlie put the car in park although it was still running.

“No stay here,” the model said when Taylor reached for the door handle.

“Ok…weirdo.”

“I’ll be back in a second,” Karlie called as she hopped out the door and ran into the house. She grabbed the ring from her suitcase that she had hid and put it in her coat pocket. She also picked up a blanket, some pillows, and a bottle of wine that they had opened but never actually drank any of. She put it all in the back seat and jumped back in the car.

“Picnic?” Taylor guessed.

“Kind of,” Karlie said pulling out of the driveway.

“Where are we going?” Taylor asked.

“Well, it was going to be a surprise but you’re just going to hound me until I tell you so…remember that lake you showed me the first time I visited?”

“Yeah,” the blonde recalled.

“Well I remembered that you told me that you like to go out there to watch the stars sometimes so, I figured we could go there.”

“Awwww,” Taylor cooed. “I love that!”

“I grabbed some pillows and a blanket and a bottle of wine.”

“That’s so cute!” Taylor squealed looking at the back seat full of goodies.

Karlie smiled at her girlfriend’s giddiness.

They had been looking up at the stars for about two hours just talking and snuggling. The bottle had long since been finished. Taylor had most of it because they were drinking straight from the bottle and she couldn’t quite figure out how much a glass was and because Karlie would be driving home.

“How you feeling?” Karlie giggled.

“Honestly, kinda drunk,” Taylor laughed.

“I figured,” the model smiled. “Want to walk it off a bit?”

The singer nodded and tried standing up but stumbled and fell back to the ground.

They both laughed.

Karlie stood and offered a hand to her girlfriend, “common.”

Taylor grabbed her hand and stood up much easier this time with the help.

They walked down the edge of the lake, which had a tiny beach although it was mostly rocky. The girls intertwined their fingers and walked in silence.

“Oh my god, look!” Taylor exclaimed bending down to pick up a rock.

“What?” Karlie asked.

“This rock is in the shape of a heart!” the singer said, far to excitedly.

“It does kind of,” the model replied taking the rock.

“Keep it,” Taylor said, “you already have my heart anyway.”

Karlie smiled. “You know what you do to my heart?”

“What?” Taylor asked matching the model’s smile.

Karlie stepped back and flicked her wrist so that the rock went flying and it bounced several times off the surface before landing in the water. She turned back to look at the singer.

“You make it skip,” Karlie said with a smirk.

Taylor didn’t even try to hid her smile. She walked over to her girlfriend and kissed her hard. When their lips parted Karlie was certain that asking Taylor to be her wife would already be the best thing she would ever do.
“How are you feeling?” she asked the singer.

“Still a little drunk but a bit better,” Taylor responded.

This would be the perfect moment to ask Taylor but Karlie didn’t want to do it when the singer was even a little drunk. She wanted both of them to remember every second of it and she didn’t want the alcohol to affect the singer’s response. If she said yes, the younger girl wanted to know it was because that’s how she felt not because of the alcohol in her body.

“Let’s get you home then,” Karlie said wrapping her arm around the singer as they walked back in the direction of the car.

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Thoughts?

anonymous asked:

I started liking bts because of their music back in 2013. dark&wild was okay I guess. but like.. pink albums? what's with the hiphop? I know tastes/styles change but seriously.. all the pink hair and make up, I'm going crazy it looks so damn stupid

To make myself clear, I do not, in any way, consider them a hip-hop group. As a musician, they are very pop to me but that doesn’t take away from the meaning and catchiness of their songs. Before anyone kills me for saying this, Namjoon and Yoongi themselves have stated that they no longer confine themselves to a certain genre and that they are focusing on just making music that they like. However, “stupid” is a bit harsh and being in an idol group doesn’t take away from how talented Namjoon and Yoongi (even Hoseok) are as rappers, even if it may not show much due to the company’s decisions. Musicians change with time and whether or not you like the change is all up to you and your opinions. Personally, I’m loving this new direction since I’m pretty open to different musical styles - I also appreciate that they produce/write their own songs.