better get off now

i wish i could do things right and i wish i had motivation to get up

Now this person answered this under this post and I’m curious about what they meant to be perfectly honest because I feel like they don’t understand the situation as we see it - as we’ve been seeing it since, haha, forever actually. Visibly they don’t understand why we, Jin Stans, are complaining about the lack of attention Jin gets (don’t hesitate to correct me if I’m wrong, really I’m curious about how these guys think).

Well let me tell you guys how I think about all of this. Seokjin is a beautiful, hard working, talented human being. He’s the visual of the group and has a very beautiful voice - he made me cry a lot with Awake, Eomma and I Love You. Yet he’s being slept on so fucking bad??? In almost every single song he has like, barely 3 lines. I could understand that back in the days when they were singing true, hard hip hop because his voice wasn’t really made for this type of songs but now? He could get so much more than what he has.

And now what do we see in Not Today? Well, haha, nothing actually. The boy has 1 second of screen time (best 1 second of my life) and he’s supposed to be their freaking visual remember? He also sings for 4 second in a 4 minute long song which is, hahaha, a ridiculously short amount of time??

And now the worst thing is : no one reacts? Literally last week the entire fandom imploded because Hobi got no lines in Spring Days (friendly reminders that the entire album is about him with the Outro, the Interlude, his gorgeous solo and BS&T so they don’t really get the right to complain) but when Jin’s left out “It’s okay guys, it’s just Jin so no one gives a shit” how in Hell is that fair? We see this situation negatively and we have the right to do so because Jin is a member of BTS, not a fucking back-up singer/dancer!

You see, this kind of person is the reason why the situation hasn’t changed over the past few years. These guys refuse to acknowledge how unfair bighit is to Jin, how talented this beautiful boy is, so nothing changes. And I’m pissed, and salty, and bitter about it because I’d like to see my bias more in MVs and I’d like to listen to his voice too! Because he worked his ass off to have such a pure and stable voice, so he deserves to be heard!

So there you have it. I could go like that for days but you probably stopped reading this a while ago, so I’ll shut up now and go reblog for the 100th time these 4 very short gifs we have of him from the Not Today MV. Have a good one.

Okayyyyyyy so earlier today someone posted a pic of Luke captioned “he’s not fat anymore” and I messaged (very nicely btw) them saying it’s not ok to comment that buttt instead of responding LIKE A MATURE ADULT THEY MADE ANOTHER POST ABOUT CALUM (which I can’t reblog) saying “he’s so skinny he’s not that big” so just an fyi THIS TYPE OF BEHAVIOR IS NOT ALLOWED YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO COMMENT ON ANY OF THE BOYS WEIGHT (or lack thereof) WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU IT IS NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS AS TO WHO WEIGHS HOW MUCH AND I CANNOT BELIEVE I EVEN HAVE TO MAKE THIS POST and if you see any other people making posts like that CALL THEM THE FUCK OUT THEY HAVE NO RIGHT TO COMMENT ON SOMEONES WEIGHT like how would you feel if someone commented on your weight I know it’s a very slim chance that the boys will even see it but still don’t talk about it it’s none of your business and just another fyi being fat is NOT a bad thing AT ALL but people are sensitive to the topic. so do. Not. Talk. About. It. Just… please don’t make any comments on how much the boys (or anyone else for that matter) weighs like why?? would you do that it’s not cool it’s not nice please just stop. And tbh I don’t think that post will do much but I just had to put this issue out there bc I will not stand for this type of awfulness on my dash

A Boy Named Dean

Originally posted by jensenfans

Summary: Dean is cursed by a witch which leads to some hard times around the bunker…

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 3,300ish

Warnings: language

A/N: Funny-ish, angsty-ish, implied smutty-ish, this baby’s got it all…written for @jalove-wecallhimdean ‘s SuperBusters Challenge! My quote was, “Are you sure you’re using that thing correctly?”…


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“Forbidden” Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 2,858

Dean Winchester x Reader

Request from Anon: Could you do a Witch!reader x Dean where they always flirt and eventually sleep together, but then the reader discovers she is pregnant? So she tries to escape during the night (because she knows her child will be born with magic and thinks Dean will hate/hunt them) and when Dean notices she’s missing, he goes looking for her?

Warnings: Implied smut, swearing, fluff


Originally posted by holy-fucking-damn-shit

Dean stood there, watching you flip through your spell book as you tried to find a specific spell that would help them on their hunt. They had called you a few days ago, asking for some help in trying to figure out if what they were hunting was a witch.

They call you their “good witch”, as you always helped them with whatever they needed, but that didn’t fool you. You were still a witch, and they still hated your kind. Not that you have an option since you were born with it, but most hunters don’t care about that. You felt like Sam and Dean only kept you alive because they needed you.

“What did you say the victims were experiencing? Carvings in their chest?” You asked, not taking your eyes off of the book because you knew Dean was staring at you. You didn’t mind, not really- he is a very attractive man. There had always been sexual tension between the two of you, but nobody acted on anything. The two of you knew that you couldn’t take things that far. You were a witch.

“Uh, yeah. Carvings.” He was snapped into reality by your voice, shaking his head.

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Date night~

anonymous asked:

So if I were to offer you a bowl of metaphorical skittles with the chance of some being poisoned, you would eat them? If so, you put the safety of yourself, your fellow countrymen, the culture and the country itself at risk. That's with ignoring the overwhelming evidence that the so called "refugees" are not refugees but economic migrants, rapists and terrorists. Or all 3. So unless you want a repeat of Cologne, Paris or Nice, don't be such a retard.

The fucking bullshit skittles nonsense?  ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING?

You fucking idiot, we just dealt with your bullshit skittles metaphor.  Which, by the way, was originally coined by Julius Steicher, who was demonizing Jews.  Yes, the same Julius Steicher that was hung at Nuremberg.  Fucking read something before you make a total ass of yourself next time.

Overwhelming evidence that refugees are rapists & terrorists?  Show & prove, son.  Because in Germany (you know, the country taking in more refugees than any other European country), it turns out that there is absolutely zero correlation between refugees and any increase in sex crimes.  In fact, German crime stats show that despite giving shelter to 1.2 million refugees, there has been no uptick in crime whatsover.  Well, with the exception for a five-fold increase in attacks on refugee shelters by dipshit xenophobes like you. 

Has there been any terrorist attacks committed by actual refugees on their host countries?  Not in Cologne, not in Paris, and not in Nice, motherfucker.  None of those assholes were refugees.  Get your facts straight.    

The U.S. has harboured 750,000 refugees over the last 15 years.  Guess how many have committed an act of terror in the U.S.?  ZERO!

If you’re soooooo worried about terrorists, you fucking racist liar, then you should be pressing to deport nazi shits like yourself, since in the U.S. they are twice as likely to kill people in terror attacks than any sort of “jihadist”; in Europe bigots like yourself are five times more likely to kill someone in a terror attack than any kind of religiously-motivated terrorist.

Us, we’re more worried about what would happen if we didn’t take in refugees.  For example, the four Syrian refugees in Hamilton, Canada that stopped an arson attack & caught the arsonist wouldn’t have been around to put out the fire and arrest the asshole.  Or the Syrian refugees that, even though they basically have nothing themselves, raised money to help the people of Fort MacMurray, Canada when their entire town caught fire.  “We understand what they’re feeling. When you lose everything, you have to start from zero. You lose your memories, your items. It’s not easy. It’s something very sad. We can totally understand their feeling,” said Syrian refugee & fundraising organizer Rita Khanchet.  Yeah, I bet Canadians really regret letting her into their country.  

Economic migrants?  Fuck off with that.  There are now 59.5 million refugees in the world.  63% of them originate from Afghanistan, the DRC, Somalia, Sudan, and Syria. You think people leave their whole lives behind and take just what they can carry and risk their lives & the lives of their families for kicks?  Ask someone to slap some sense into your empty, entitled head.      

Oh, you’re worried about how refugees will affect your precious country’s culture?  Like we said not two weeks ago, prioritizing your country’s “culture” (which we guess is like a precious museum piece that must be kept in a magic cultural vacuum lest it be HORRIBLY CORRUPTED SHOULD ANY INFLUENCE OUTSIDE OF ITS PRECIOUS BORDERS LEAKED IN!  BETTER GET OFF THE INTERNET RIGHT NOW BEFORE IT’S TOO LATE & YOU RUIN YOUR COUNTRY’S CULTURE FOREVER!!!) over the lives of other human beings is the most fucking cowardly, shitty thing we can imagine.  What kind of monster would say “sorry refugees, you’ll have to continue to risk your lives because I don’t want you introducing different food or folk dances or whatever to my magical fairy-country that has no cultural influences from outside of its borders?”  

Sitting behind your keyboard, fabricating lies & pathetic excuses about why you shouldn’t literally save people’s lives by helping them find a safe place for them and their families to live after fleeing horrors that you’ll be lucky to never experience in your life - you are a cowardly, disgusting, sorry excuse for a human being.  

Fuck you.

Pros political discussions with extended family in town:

My dad opening the conversation by stating I dislike Trump and disagree with him (my dad) on a lot of matters but that my argumentative skills and perspective are solid and that I am a “worthy opponent to debate” :))) being treated with care and respect by someone who dislikes a lot of my views but is willing to engage me on equal ground.

Cons of political discussions with extended family in town:

My Uncle patronizing the shit out of me. Looking down at everything I said, peppering his arguments with “let me explain this to you” or “now I understand the media tells you things but” and treating my opinions with so much disrespect I ended up fulfilling the millennial stereotype of being annoyed with older adults and angrily rebutting his comments before excusing myself.

Ghost Story [Pt 1]

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: You were designed to disappear. What happens when you’re caught?

Warnings: Angst, mentions of death and experimentation, panic, a bit of language.

Word Count: 1220

A/N: I’ve never written anything like this before… it’s kinda mysterious and kinda trippy, plus it’s my first series. I’m really pleased with where it’s going though. As always, feedback is much appreciated! This will eventually be Bucky x reader, but it’s going to be a really slow burn. I’ll try to post a new part every other week (it takes me a while to write things I’m satisfied with it, so I apologise).

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Originally posted by adalbertfrigidus

November 11, 1995. The day of your birth. The day of your death. Funny how life seemed to always come full circle like that.

You were 6 when you first asked the question. “Where’s mummy and daddy?”

“They had somewhere important to go. I’m sorry sweetie, they can’t be with you anymore.”

“But why didn’t they take me with them? I’m important too.”

“You are important to them. You’re important to us, too.”

“Will they come back for me?”

“No. But you’re here now. We’ll take care of you.”

They didn’t tell you they were dead. They didn’t tell you they killed them. They didn’t tell you that your new caregivers were Hydra. They did tell you the date.

November 11, 1995.

“Don’t worry sweetie, this is a new start to the rest of your life.”

If only you knew what your new life would become.

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Just, cause, this has been on my mind lately but like

Does anyone else, as a woman, have trouble using the word to describe themselves/using it in general?

Not in a “do i identify as this gender” kind of way

But in a “growing up and still now i often hear the word woman spoken/used derisively, as an insult, in a we’re ‘weaker’ or 'frivolous’ and less deserving respect than men and I’m uncomfortable using it bc i still expect an insult to be attached to that word somehow, even if im the one using it” kinda way

As Long As You Love Me

A/N: i made this kind of, sort of, like the video :)

Pairing: Reader x Justin Bieber

Request: ‘can you do an imagine based on the as long as you love me video? xx

Warnings: a tad of violence

{Y/N} POV

The phone rang in the background as I sat on my bedroom floor. I was curled up, sitting with my knees close to my chest and wrapped my arms around them in hope that it would blur our the sound―to which I found no avail. I looked up and over at the phone that still rang, until finally, it stopped. Now it was dead silence, not even a sound from outside could’ve been heard. He must’ve finally gave up. 

I wiped the tears from my face and got up from the ground. I walked over to the other side of my bed, to grab my suitcase of belongings. I was leaving my father once and for all. He didn’t want Justin and I to be together but, who was he to make my decisions for me?

I left a note on my dresser for my father to read. He was going to worry but, at least he’d know where I was. I walked out of my room, downstairs to where my father was, seated around the table. I didn’t say anything to happen because I had nothing to say. I opened and closed the door behind me. I saw Justin’s car parked just a few feet away from the gate. I jogged down the long driveway to where he was. “I thought you’d never make it,” he said, taking my suitcase from me. 

I nodded my head, getting into the car. I put on my seatbelt and ran my hand through my disheveled hair. Justin got into the other side of the car and started the car engine. We drove off from the place I now dreaded. We pulled into an empty parking lot and he left the car idling. I rested my head on my hand, looking out the window. 

“Sure you want to do this?” He questioned, looking over at me.

I took a few seconds before replying, “Yes.” He nodded his head and we drove off once more. It seemed as if he didn’t have a plan as to where we were going but, I could deal with it. I just wanted to get away from here. I glanced over at Justin and thought of all the memories we had.

“Run away with me,” I read off my hand. I looked up at Justin, “Why would I do such a thing? My entire life is here." 

"I just want you to come with me so we can get away from here and you can be happy. Your dad doesn’t want us together so, it’d be the perfect idea. You could start over,” he replied, intertwining his hands with mine. 

“Justin, where are we?” I squealed, looking around at the different scenery. “This is nothing like Los Angeles!” “It’s close to it though. This was my favorite spot to come to in junior high. Trust me you’ll love it!” “Wow I actually hate you.” I joked, rolling my eyes. “I love you!”


His last three words from me that day kept on playing in my mind. “Hello, earth to {Y/N},” Justin waved his hand in my face. I snapped out of my thoughts and looked over at him. “Having second thoughts?”

“No,” I nervously replied. “I really want to do this." 

"Well, it looks like your old man doesn’t.” I looked out the window to see what he was talking about when I saw my father’s car pull up in front of Justin’s. “I’ll be right back,” he said as he got out the car. I watched as my father got out of his car too, confronting Justin. 

“So you think you can kidnap my daughter and get away kid?” He questioned. 

Justin scoffed. “I didn’t kidnap her, sir, as a matter of fact, she wanted to leave you. You don’t want us, but I want us. And there’s nothing you can do about it.”

“Oh yeah?” Without thinking twice, my father struck Justin across his face. I quickly took off my seatbelt and got out the car.

“Dad! What are you doing?” I yelled, still keeping my distance. 

“Stay out of it honey. It’s men business.” He continued assaulting Justin, showing no sign of stopping. There wasn’t much I could do. I watched in pain as Justin spat blood all over the place, and I knew it was time to put an end to it. 

“Stop, dad!” I began pushing my father away from Justin and still kept on going in. “I said stop dad!” I yelled one last time, causing him to stop. “You’re going to kill him." 

"He’d be better off dead {Y/N}. Now get in the car and we’ll talk at home.” My father walked over to Justin, ready to finish him off when I spoke up. 

“No, dad. I’ve had enough of this. I can’t keep on doing this with you. You hate every single guy that comes into my life. I get it, okay, you’re trying to protect me but, I’m old enough to protect myself. I love Justin so much dad, but hurting him, only hurts me." 

"Honey-" 

"No. I’m leaving with Justin. I’m done,” I walked past my father and helped Justin up. He was still spitting blood but, not as much as before. “Come on, let’s get you home,” I threw his arm over my shoulder and supported some of his weight. I carried him to the car and put him in the passenger seat. My father stared me down, watching my every move. I walked over to the opposite side of the car and started the engine. I drove off, leaving my dad and basically everything left of LA behind. 

Here’s to a new beginning.

yesdelightfulcollectionlight  asked:

Hi Tamashii, you spoke a little about it on your twitter, but since you were abused as a child could you weigh in a bit more on the whole Daddy O 5 situation? Right now most people talking about it did not experience abuse as a child, and I thought you might provide some new insight on it.

A lot of terrible toxic people have children and that kind of abusive neglectful family system is not an uncommon one. That is just the reality of the world. That little boy’s life is not likely to get better now that the cameras are off. The best we can hope for is that he and his siblings survive childhood and don’t turn into toxic people themselves. I hope that the system that is set up to protect them helps them but kids slip through the cracks all the time and even foster care is not a great option. My heart goes out to those kids as it does to any child suffering.

Scrolling down my feed in the wee hours of this supposedly lovely, I’m not getting up to look out the window and see, Texas morning because I stayed up all night reading a domestic, cavity-inducing fluff-filled Dadstiel fic because the needs of the Destiel shipper outweigh the need to get some sleep. I don’t have class today, I’ll manage. I’m absolute trash, might as well toss me in a dumpster at this point.

Originally posted by frozen-delight

Chemistry (BTS Namjoon)

Genre: HighSchool!au, just disgusting fluff ugh

Word count: 3,574 (BTS Rap Monster/Namjoon/김남준

“Y/N, are we getting coffee after school?“ Nari asks you. You look at her, and she has two heads, and the room is spinning. You rub your eyes and look again, and everything is normal. Your eyes focus on your best friend, and you try to decipher her question.

She looks concerned. Her hand touches your arm, and you remember your answer.

“Yeah, of course. Coffee. Yes,” you say, rubbing your eyes again. You look at your hands to see eyeliner on them. “Shit,” you whisper, and excuse yourself from the table to use the bathroom.

As you walk down the hallway, you keep your eyes glued to the floor. You don’t want anyone to see you with your eyeliner everywhere. You almost never fall asleep in class, but you couldn’t sleep last night. Your mother said it was because it was a “full moon” but you have your doubts.

Once you reach the bathroom, you look at yourself in the mirror, and it startles you.

You don’t recognize yourself as you try to wipe the excess makeup off of your face. It looks like you haven’t slept in days, and you probably haven’t. After getting the makeup off of your face, you look better. However, now you don’t have any makeup on. You decide that you don’t care, and you exit the bathroom.

Once you open the door, someone slams right into you, hitting your shoulder with the door. Pain spreads down your arm, and you curse loudly.

“Oh, I’m so sorry!” a girl says quickly before hurriedly scurrying into the bathroom behind you.

You mumble that it’s okay as you walk down the hallway, back to class. You secretly hope that Nari was taking notes for you, as you hadn’t been paying attention at all. Especially this class, it was your worst grade and you had to keep your grades up or you’d get disappointed.

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So this is interesting… even though Guzma said he disbanded Team Skull, nothing has changed in Po Town. The kids are all still there. Like they’re waiting for him to come back.

Even if “Team Skull” isn’t a thing anymore in name, they’re still a family. One big, dysfunctional ohana.

Guz just needed some time to himself to sort things out after everything he’s been through. Y'know. What with finding out the one adult influence who’s ever given him the time of day turned out to be a crazy bitch who was just using him the whole time. Can’t really blame him for feelin’ down, eh?

Yep… any day now our boy will be strutting back into town with that goofy Dreamworks face of his. Just gotta hold down the fort until then.