but i bet that was two years ago or so

Stay Professional! Pt. 13

NSFW! Work AU! Fluff, Angst and long awaited smut: Jungkook x Reader

Part 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 / 11 / 12

Summary: You can’t help but once again fall for and swoon over the ridiculously charming: Jeon Jungkook, the future CEO of one of the largest companies in South Korea. You knew that rushing your relationship with him was logically and morally wrong but- would your infatuated and thirsty state override all commonsense? 

A/N: This is my first time writing explicit smut! Can I please emphasise that. But I hope you enjoy regardless, just be weary before you read– your thirst for Jeon Jungkook might become light threatening after this. 

After the ‘first date’, Jungkook had offered to take you to work every morning. Really, it was just an excuse to see you right before he went to work and accumulated stress but all of that would disappear the next morning- when he laid his eyes upon the ‘beauty’ he claimed you to be.

You didn’t plan on accepting Jungkook so quickly, but you found that you made the right decision. You were much happier than before but you were pretty much infatuated with him. It felt wrong and it wasn’t ideal to be head over heels for someone that you had just fixed together your trust for… but you simply couldn’t help it. He was beyond gorgeous and he was unexpectedly cheesy to a point where rolling your eyes had become a habit around him. 

There came many more dates soon after the first and things progressed healthily. He’d sometimes surprise you after work by picking you up and taking you out to dinner. He’d suggest all these fine dining places but you’d always end up rejecting them because you felt as though you didn’t own clothes fit enough for such extravagant restaurants. 

Jungkook always made sure to remind you that he was always thinking about you. It was rather… childish and clingy… but too sweet to a point complaining was way out of question. He often sent you texts midday asking how your day is so far, or what you ate for lunch or what you had planned after work. 

Your relationship with him was completely innocent. Jungkook always drove you home no matter what time it was and didn’t leave until he saw you enter your apartment. After dinner dates and long conversations, he’d walk you up the stairs to say goodbye with evident hesitation on his features. That was the part he always struggled with. He couldn’t afford to kiss you because he was too afraid he’d lose himself in your sweet taste and aroma. 

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Nouveau Départ  | 01

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

humor | angst | smut | fluff | smartalec!jungkook | spoiled!reader

word count: 3.9k                                                                                                              

Its January, the start of another shitty year at Mendia High and your vivacious parents are coming in 2 months for a report on how you’re doing in the aspects of grades, reputation and of course the long awaited–dating. This means 8.7 weeks to change your attitude–60 days to pull up your grades–1,440 hours to land a decent boyfriend. There is nobody decent enough to help you–therefore you have no choice but to turn to the schools’ derisive dweeb, Jeon Jungkook. Watch yourself struggle to cope with the smart-assed boy as he tries to transform you into a changed lady that everyone would look at differently.”                                                                     

“You feel so good princess–keep going.” your best friends’ groans of pleasure filled the room and you were damn sure any by-passer would look at you dead-dirty if you even dared to exit the small and clustered room at this time.  

“Oh shut up, you make it seem like i’m giving you a blowjob or some shit. Cut it out.” you grit out, making sure to press a bit harder than usual on the sensitive part of his neck. Feeling your nails press into his jugular–he pitches up in pain, a variety of obscene curses fly your way. “Do that one more time and I swear to God i’ll pull you over my lap and spank the shit out of you.”

Your pupils take a trip to the back of your head,  resurfacing rapidly, and you lightly hit the back of your best friend’s head. Yoongi was an uptight bitch sometimes. A downright petty one at that too. That’s why you found yourself giving him a back massage in the janitors closet, probably people coming up with many wild scenarios that their saint-like minds couldn’t handle when they try to put the puzzle pieces together. But hey, this was your best friend. 

Unfortunately, you lost a bet to the grudge-keeper two weeks ago. The deal was that if any of the new freshman could get laid at a party the week they came, Yoongi would get a back massage from you–along with the fact that you had to compliment him anytime he asked for the rest of the school year. If he lost, he would take you anywhere you want and let you buy, anything you wanted. Well, you guess you could say–Yoongi knew his shit.

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Fall For You | Drabble 02

Summary: Sometimes the desire to hit up the hottest party runs thin. Luckily, you and Jungkook have other ways to pass the time.
Word Count: 3.730
Rated: M
Original Scenario: Part 01 - Part 02 - Part 03
Mood Music: X

The end of a stressful week of midterms means the beginning of a weekend where you can spend as much time as you want wrapped up in blankets in your bed. For three blissful days there are no assignments from your professors, no responsibilities, and absolutely nothing to keep you from marathoning Netflix until your eyeballs fall out.

Hyeri had left a while ago after confirming that you were, in fact, still breathing from beneath all of your blankets. Saying something about being across campus with her new boyfriend if you needed anything, and now that the sun was beginning to set and sports were getting out for the evening, your solitude would likely be coming to an end.

Just as another episode starts playing, someone unlocks the door to your dorm, and Jungkook comes barreling into the room in all his post-baseball glory, throwing his gym bag into the kitchen without a care.


“In here,” you call back, not bothering to stick your head out of the blankets.

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Individual Success PT1(Shawn Mendes x Reader)

I made this imagine with Fred Weasley on my Harry Potter blog, and decided to make a Shawn version with it. There will be more parts so I BEG YOU to be patient because there will be a happy ending. Don’t get fooled by the first couple sentences that Shawn ends up with Camila okay there will be more parts!!!!! Leave feedback hope u enjoy oxxxoxoxoxo

« Y/N! Y/N you look stunning! Can we get a smile?”

Y/N flashed her signature smile at the cameras, ears blocking out, out of habit, the thousands of screams of fans. It wasn’t that she didn’t appreciate her huge fanbase, but come on, she’d like to keep her eardrums intact.

She walked along the red carpet.

Shawn got out of his cab, and lent a hand out to his girlfriend.

“Camila Cabello and Shawn Mendes! Hollywood’s sweetest couple! Smile!”

Shawn kissed Camila on the cheek and walked onto the carpet with her. He moved on slowly down the carpet towards the center of it.

Nearing the middle of the carpet, Y/N turned her head and spotted Shawn Mendes. Her breath hitched in her lungs.

Shawn smiled and looked in front of him. His hand fell from Camila’s waist. Standing in front of him was Y/N Y/L/N.

They locked eyes as the same memories played inside both of their heads.


Shawn walked into the bright small Los Angeles café, looking forward to the caffeine he was going to get.

He walked up to the cashier, who had her (hair color) hair tied up in a messy ponytail. She looked up from what looked like a script and smiled.

“Oh my god Shawn Mendes! Oh gosh, I’m so sorry I’m being totally unprofessional haha. Um what can I get you?” she smiled brightly.

Shawn smiled widely at her. Smiling looked good on her.

“Um can I get a triple shot latte?”

“Yeah sure. I’m assuming you got a big day ahead of ya?” She laughed as she started preparing his drink.

“Yeah actually, got a lot of press conferences today.” He glanced down at the pack of papers she was holding. It was indeed a script, more precisely what looked like a musical.

“Triple shot latte.” She said, placing a cup down in front of him.

“Thank you so much um-“ he looked at her nametag. “Y/N.”

“My pleasure. Shawn.” Y/N grinned.

“Um may I ask if that’s a script?”

“Oh yeah, I um have an audition for a musical in a couple weeks.”

“Wow, best of luck!”


Y/N took a deep deep breath before walking into the audition room. The movie musical she was auditioning for was called “Summer of Love” and the character was the main love interest.

Walking in, she spotted a table of directors and, Shawn.

“U-um hi!” Y/N stuttered. What was he doing here?!

“Hi Y/N, thank you for being here today. So, you are auditioning for Shawn’s character’s love interest. Um, why don’t we turn to page 41 and read from the top?”


“Hello Y/N, this is Amy from casting. I’m calling to tell you that you got the part! It’s a six-week shoot, we start on Monday.”



Articles read:

Shawn Mendes and new upcoming actress Y/N Y/L/N to star in musical movie “Summer of Love”

Shawn Mendes’ love interest will be played by Y/N Y/L/N, brand new actress


Shooting the movie was amazing. Y/N and Shawn had this natural chemistry and their attraction on camera was the most natural thing ever.

After each shoot, Y/N and Shawn hung out; at times practicing their scenes, at times just watching their favourite movies together, at times going out late into the night downtown to see the lights of the tall LA buildings.


Pictures of Y/N and Shawn surfaced on the internet, in magazines… Pictures of them laughing together, of them leaving set in sweats and a cup of coffee in hand, snapchats of them on set together goofing around.


“Hello this is BroadwayToday.com and here we are with two absolutely talented actors both making their film debut in the musical «Summer of Love», welcome Shawn Mendes and Y/N Y/L/N!”

Y/N and Shawn sat down, Shawn put his arm around Y/N’s shoulder comfortably.

“So, this is both your first movie. Congratulations by the way! How does it feel?”

“Wow, it’s so cool. Actually when I was a kid, I wanted to become an actor so it’s really out of this world for me right now.” Shawn said.

“Ah the anticipated how do you feel question.” Y/N laughed.

Shawn chuckled, and looked at her.

“Well I moved from Canada five years ago to become an actress, and every single day had been a struggle for me. But luckily I had an amazing family and friends circle betting on me, so I kept on pushing and bam here I am!”

“Oh Y/N, I didn’t know you were from Canada!” The interviewer said.

“Montreal actually.” Shawn interjected as Y/N opened her mouth to say the same answer.

“Hahaha you two seem very close!”

“I guess we are.” Y/N grinned. “We became really close of course during this entire shoot and we hung out every day actually.”

“Shawn, what do you think of Y/N?”

“Oh god, where do I start. She’s annoying, irritating-“

“Shut up!” Y/N punched him amicably.

“I’m kiddiing.” Shawn said to her. “Y/N is honestly a perfect mix of funny, kind, goofy, artistic and um… “

“And um what mister?”

“Fun.” Shawn finished.

“Well if you don’t mind me asking are you two-“

“If you’re gonna say dating, I’m going to say yes.” Y/N said. “JUST KIDDING. Oh shit, I already see the paparazzi twisting this around.”

“Yeah, maybe this wasn’t a question to joke around with, the media die for this kind of stuff.” Shawn smiled down at her.


“Alright guys last shot of the whole movie. The kiss scene. Make it fire. Action!”

Y/N and Shawn undeniably had feelings for each other. What was a little crush turned slowly into more, and after a long six weeks, their feelings have blossomed into a beautiful love waiting to be announced.

Shawn looked into Y/N’s eyes, and took her hand in his. Y/N smiled up at him and closed her eyes as she felt his lips on hers.

And in this moment, they were not their characters, they were Y/N and Shawn and their kiss lit up fireworks in their minds.


“Wow you look beautiful.” Shawn gushed. Y/N blushed.

“We’ve been a couple for two months and you say that to me every day, you know?”

“Well how can I not, it would be a sin not to tell you you are beautiful.”
“I love you Shawn.”

“I love you more love.”

Shawn pulled Y/N into a kiss.

“Whoa whoa whoa there tiger. Red lipstick.” Y/N smirked.

“Fuck it.” Shawn said, pulling her close again.

On their way to the premiere, he wiped the lipstick off his face.

“You know, eeeverybody thinks we’re dating.” Shawn said.

“Well we are.” Y/N giggled.

“So do you think we should just tell them and make it official?”

“I don’t see why not, since we’re not very subtle anyway.” Y/N laughed.

The two stepped out on the carpet to a round of shouts and camera flashes.

“Y/N! Y/N you look amazing! Oh and you came with Shawn!”

“Yeah actually we have a little announcement to make.” Y/N said, looking at the cameras.

Shawn was looking at her, and said:

“Yeah and that announcement is-“
He pulled Y/N into his arms and kissed her. Y/N smiled up at him.

And in that moment, each other was all existed.


“Y/N have you seen my sweater-“

Shawn looked up to quite a sight. There y/N was, sitting in his apartment kitchen, wearing his sweater and fuzzy socks, coffee mug in one hand, book in another.

“Hmm?” She looked up.

“Nothing.” Shawn said, sitting beside her, kissing her cheek.


Shawn’s career was flourishing and he was preparing his biggest tour yet, he was going to be on the road for a year and a half.

Y/N meanwhile, had been to numerous auditions, but hasn’t gotten a part since Summer of Love.


“Shawn are you coming to bed baby?” Y/N hugged him from behind, as he was hunched over contracts and international concert venue information sheets.

“Hmm yeah.”

Y/N went to bed alone, waiting for his body to warm her up.


“Hello love.” Shawn said coming back home.

On the kitchen counter was a note.

“Hey Shawn, I got three auditions in a row tonight. See ya in the morning.”


“We never spend time together anymore!”

“Well maybe I’d see you more often if you weren’t involved in tour preparations 24/7!”

“I’d see you more often Y/N if you weren’t trying to get every movie role available in America!”

“I’m sorry if I’m ambitious and want things in life!”

“I have ambitions too!”

Y/N sat down, tears streaming down her face. Shawn flopped down onto a chair, hand going through his hair nervously.

“What’s happening to us Shawn?”

“I-I don’t know.”

“Our goals, careers they’re just. They’re driving us apart.”

“I miss how we used to be.”

“We’re still the same people, we’re just so busy you know? Anyways, I got an audition in ten minutes we’ll um we’ll talk later.”

“I’ll come with you.”

The cab ride, Shawn held Y/N’s hand. Their minds left their careers, their jobs, their schedules and just focused on this intimate moment. As they pulled up to the building however, it all came rushing back.

Y/N’s audition went well. She was borderline trying, having been rejected for every role she auditioned in the past year. This just made the casters see her natural self though, and they loved her.


Outside of the audition building, on a park bench overlooking the city.

“So, what do we do Y/N?”

“I don’t know. Nothing. You’ll have to go on tour, because that’s what you love; and I’ll stay here and you know, wait for responses.”

“I’ll never forget you Y/N. I don’t think I’ll ever stop loving you. When I met you, my life was changed because of you.”

“And I will always love you Shawn. Maybe we’ll find out way back to each other.” Y/N smiled sadly.


The camera flashes and shouts came back into Shawn and Y/N’s ears. Y/N blinked and Shawn swallowed as they both turned away from each other and smiled to the cameras.

Y/N turned her head slightly to look back at Shawn. He did the same. In their eyes there still was a hint of love that would not fade.

Y/N smiled at him, and Shawn gave her a small one back.

They weren’t with each other, but all of their other dreams had come true. Y/N was an Oscar-winning actress and Shawn had taken home his first Grammys. It just wasn’t with each other that it all happened.

PART2. Btw in ur requests take off anon so u can get a notif when i answer it 

Kurt and Blaine and the Box of 100 Condoms

A birthday fic for @spaceorphan18

Not too late to get in on the birthday wishes, I hope!  Like everyone, I’d just like to express appreciation for all the time and effort you put in keeping the fandom light burning, and for the creative ways to still engage folks. 

So here’s a little token fic for you for your birthday - I hope you like it!

Pair: Badboy!Blaine, RetailMonkey!Kurt
Words: 1886
Warnings: Mention of prostitution (not actual prostitution - it’s funny I swear)


Beta’d by @mshoneysucklepink, of course.


“You lost Anderson. Get in there and do what you gotta do.”

Blaine sighed. His friends were assholes.

They had been chasing squirrels in the cemetery and had gotten bored, so they all decided it’d be funny to shotgun beers. The loser had to take on whatever dare the winners could come up with.

Blaine always won, he could suck a can empty while everyone else was still trying to figure out where to put their mouth, but not this time. They must have been practicing - or cheating - and Blaine was left holding the bag this time.

Well, not the bag exactly. There had to be some way out of this.  "Are you sure they even carry a box of that many?“

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Fair-(Peter Hale)

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Characters: OC, Scott McCall, Isaac Lahey, Lydia Martin, Allison Argent, Liam Dunbar, Malia Tate, Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale, Peter Hale and (Y/N)

Pairing: Peter Hale x Reader, Stiles Stilinski x Derek Hale, Allison Argent x Isaac Lahey

Warnings: none?

Word Count: 1865

Summary: The pack don’t believe that Peter could possibly have a girlfriend, let alone be engaged, until said girlfriend crashes the pack meeting.

(A/N) wooo there’s some Sterek throughout this too, couldn’t help myself :)))

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Ushijima and Oikawa at Rimini Comics. They were 👌👌👌👌👌
Even tho I’m a deep Iwaoi shipper, I loved these two cosplayers. There were so many sport anime cosplayers I cry.

This year, few days ago, I went to a cosplay event after years. I thought I could control myself since I’m older, but I was wrong: you can bet I immediately lose my sanity (if there’s one) whenever I see one of my favourite characters.
If you see me acting weird during these events, please…. know that I’m a good person. I’m only super shy and I always think I can chase cosplayer just hidin behind a tree >.>

Some announcments of questionably importance:

Don’t expect Reaper’s New Toy updates before the end of the month. I’m pretty busy with other stuff and also, to be honest, I still have too many different ideas about how to continue that and the whole thing is getting frustrating and confused. I need a pause to clear my mind.

On the other side, you’d probably be happy to know that I’m seriously considering to make a sequel for Powerless, and you have to thank a bunch of my friends and fellow followers for that. Still, don’t expect me to get to work on that before this summer, probably.

Since someone asked me about this, I’m not partecipating to the R76 Valentine Event basically for two reasons:

  1. I hate valentine’s (and yet because these have never been happy days for me, I always feel so depressed thinking that the best valentine I had was almost 12 years ago, when my primary school crush bought me some coconut sweets instead of chocolate - I don’t like chocolate - I miss that guy a lot and guess what? His name was Gabriel. OOOOOH!)
  2. I simply forgot about it. I forgot to put a post-it on my desk as I did for the R76Week and time ran out pretty fast, guys. But I bet that my subconscious made it on purpose according to reason n°1.

I’m done here. Thanks for your time! :)
Have a nice week.


Imagine being the first and only girl in the Penetrator Russ bus.

Author’s Note: Part four for you guys, and, as usual, it’s huge! I have some good and bad news for you. The good one is that I’ll make a part 5! Hahahah and the bad one is I have absolutely no fucking idea how to end this, so I literally don’t know how many parts it’ll have, I’m so so so so so sorry about it. Also, this part right here, there’s *insert Chris voice* DRAAAAMA! Hahahah enjoy sweet angels!

Update: The beautiful Alyssa rewrote this chapter so it’d look good! Go check her amazing fics on @imyourliquor-youremypoison ;)

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anonymous asked:

I bet the very first Viktuuri shippers were like "Ok I like them both and they are the two hottest men in figure skating so they should bang" as a joke/crack ship and years later when they got together the half of the ancestor shippers were just like "??? How ??? but I'm not against it" while the other half was like "THE PROPHECY WAS FULLFILLED"

There would be that one person who was like ‘I fucking called it you assholes, I called it years ago!’

I absolutely love the way you give me evil eyes when I don’t let you touch me anymore. But what I love even more is the way that you expect me to care. As though it isn’t my place to have ever dared to resist you. As though I should have always just been the girl who’d mean just enough to you to keep me dangling. As though my entire world is supposed to revolve around you the way it did two years ago. Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t dismiss all of what we were. Mama always told me that you know what kinda guy you’re involved with by the things he does and not the words he says. So tell me. Do you have a good reason for breaking me the way you did? I bet you don’t even know that you did it.
—  🖤

anonymous asked:

takano and onodera 12 please

12. We were pretending to be lovers but I’m not pretending anymore and I have to know if you feel the same way

(I changed the plot, kinda, because I can never seen Takano and Ritsu pretending to be lovers, so I kind of kept it in the same vein, but hopefully you still enjoy it!)

 It was hard sometimes.

Takano had to learn to adapt to nights alone, or with a sack or perfume or cologne that hopped into his bed for two hours – just for a quick round of the most boring sex possible, and then gone. There was no longing, just the routine. He thought of himself as a physically passionate man, but there was no passion anymore, until he came back into his life.

Turning in their bed he found the beautiful idiot in deep sleep, brown hair covering his eyes. Takano wondered what he’d look like with a haircut, and instantly regretted the image.

He smiled as he dragged his fingers across Ritsu’s porcelain skin, tempted to spend the morning kissing all of the lovebites that he could have went a little easier on the night before. Eventually his hand went to Ritsu’s face, a thumb passing over the young man’s nose and lips. He was, without a doubt, the most attractive person Takano had been in a relationship with, and it wasn’t just because he was fucking adorable. There was a light inside of him Takano was envious of, a continual pursuit of happiness and excitement that carried through the high school years.

It stuck with him, and Takano wondered how it was still strong.

Ritsu shifted at being poked around. Takano couldn’t help himself, he needed to touch Ritsu. It’d be a crime otherwise.

“Mm.” Ritsu moaned as his eyes started to open. Takano put a hand through Ritsu’s hair while the brunette sat up.

There was a look on Ritsu’s face that was a mix between tired and confusion.

“What time is it?”

“Not time to get up.” Takano replied, still ruffling Ritsu’s hair before leaning in and planting a small peck near his ear. “It’s really early.”

“Then why did you wake me up?” Ritsu’s voice was deep with exhaustion, and Takano had to bite his lip and stop himself from pinning the other boy down and going for not-morning-yet sex.

“I just like the way you sleep.” Takano watched Ritsu’s face turn from white to tomato red in a matter of two seconds. Ritsu turned his head to the side and avoided Takano’s gaze.

“S-so you just felt like having your way and touching me…”

“You probably would have done the same, years ago.” Takano commented. “I bet you watched me sleep after we did it, and-“

“That was when I was younger!” Ritsu snapped, but it wasn’t bitter since Ritsu still sounded like he didn’t know what was going on. After a couple seconds of silence, Ritsu planted his head on Takano’s shoulder and sighed.

“But yes…I did.”

“Did I meet your expectations?” Takano put an arm around Ritsu’s back and was desperate to warm this boy’s poor cold body up.

“You always looked so peaceful when you slept.” Ritsu recalled in a blissful stage of nostalgia. “And Sorata would always jump into the bed and try to wake you up.”

“You always remember the smaller things.” Takano said. Ritsu chuckled as his body fell more into Takano’s, his back lounging on the other man’s chest.

“It was hard to forget something like that.”

“I miss that, you know?” Takano felt like taking a risk, at this forsaken time in the not-yet-morning. He could fell a sense of anxiety from Ritsu as soon as the words struck.

“I just want the two of us to be open. You know that I love you…”

“I…love you, t-too.” Ritsu was still finding it hard to say it with stuttering, and Takano didn’t want to rush it, but it had been two years since they found each other again and Takano was not going to give up easily.

“Do you think we could try?”

“I think that…we could.” Ritsu said. “Can we talk about it more later, though? I’m going back to bed.”

“Of course.”

Takano smiled against Ritsu’s head before kissing down his neck. Ritsu giggled at the sensitive spot before the two of them went back to sleep, Takano’s arms covering Ritsu in a warm embrace.

He would take his time if he needed to.

HeRe’S WhY tHe BeT aWaRdS iS tRaSh!

         I’ve been watching the “prestigious” award event for several years now. Why? Idk. I just don’t have anything better to do, I guess. But I already know what to expect. The groan-worthy “chocolate” or “fine light skin” jokes. Black elite people in gowns trying hard to imitate the style of a white awards show. And I’m not talking about simply how they dress or talk. I am talking about the jokes, exploitation of African-American youth culture, and using black women only when they need views. They’ve done that consistently with Beyonce G. Knowles-Carter for years. They have also done that with Nicki. They’ve kissed the ass of Nicki’s fat ass for seven years, and now when they get tired of her, they toss her aside foe a less talented woman who had to slander another woman for the entirety of 7 minutes just to get the recognition she been waiting for since I was a fifth grader on my elementary school’s step team. I say step-team because we most certainly did get down to “Lean Back,” but the childhood memories reside with Fat Joe, not Remy Ma.

               So why do I think the EB—I mean, BET Awards is trash? Simple. Because it’s a show that consists of misogynoir, colorism, and lame references as their comedy style! I am so sick and tired of someone forcibly saying, “I need me a brotha” or “Ooh, he got pretty eyes!” That shit’s tired, and they need to hang up the 2005 jokes! No shade to Leslie Jones, but she could have kept it at less being more. Even when people were performing, Leslie was still trying to interrupt and talk! And her monologue took too damn long for me to care. As well as that, I had to sit through a whole 5 minutes of woman-beating, Chris Brown dancing his way back to the hearts of naïve black people again! How you gonna have Karreuche up there to promote her show, Claws, only to shout out her abuser like we’re supposed to like him? Tyrese was also there, and you can enjoy the babymaking songs from the late 90’s to early ‘00’s all you want, but that man is a jerk! But if I had to choose between R. Kelly, Chris Brown, or Tyrese, I’d choose Tyrese because at least he’s not an abominable piece of shit like the other two.

               Now let’s get to the “Black Girl Magic” and “Black Is Beautiful” promotion I kept seeing all throughout the event. We get it. You think black women are beautiful! That does not mean you have to shout us out for a nod just to leave us out of dialogues of police brutality once again! You say “Black Girl Magic” just to once again pretend we’re not being killed at alarming rates just as much, if not more, as black men. Sandra Bland was mentioned. Whatever. A black mother was killed last week, but I guess she’s not a father, so you didn’t mention her. That’s why I will say this: I don’t care how beautiful or “magic” you think I or another black woman is! If you are not speaking to and about us with nuances and understanding we ARE mortal and are the MOST targeted in the U.S. (and world), you can shut the fuck up with your “Black Girl Magic” shoutouts. Black Girl Magic has become a brand and something I don’t fit into because I’m not “pandering” to black men enough, so I stepped away from that label. It’s trash now. We all saw it last night, and I am only confirming what I’ve already been known.

               Lastly: Remy Ma. Cardi B. Bullshit. I have talked a lot of shit about Cardi B. because of her colorism towards random girls’ online and a classmate on Love & Hip-Hop, who she did apologize to. I said I don’t think she deserved to get this much hype over a rap career I find lukewarm at this point in time. I have never been a Cardi B. “hater.” I was one of the first people to promote her music and created her page on Last.fm. I wrote the biography and everything. I didn’t think she was that great of a rapper at the time, but I was a fan of Stripper Hoe and Gangsta Bitch Vol. 1. I liked it for what it was. Good, turn up music. However, once I saw how Cardi treated female fans in particular, I was turned off from her the same way I was turned off from Tyrese’s misogynoir. I can’t support someone who doesn’t seem to know when to shut up and just think before they speak. The things they’ve said about black women were hurtful, and I couldn’t bring myself to support them while calling myself a “womanist” who cares for black women. The least you can do is acknowledge these people have been trash instead of brushing over it because you don’t want to admit you too will associate with trash if they’re entertaining enough. Only a few “woke” people aren’t as authentic and “politically aware” as they claim to be in their threads. But hey, aside from my qualms with Cardi B., I didn’t hate Nicki enough to not think Cardi wouldn’t have been a better upset than Remy “The Fraudulent” Ma. I was petty when I said I would rather BET be petty and have Remy win than a colorist, but I also did not think they’d be that stupid enough to think Remy was talented and impactful enough to win either. Cardi had impact. Young M.A. had impact. Not Remy Ma who’s only hit and “good” song is a 7 minute diss trash to the current Queen of Rap. But Remy got her award unfair and square, so her and the stans are happy.

               All in all, BET is trash because they can never get shit right. They never give black women and the artists justice. They snubbed Tinashe two years ago for a white man, so maybe that’s what Tinashe was talking about when she said she felt she was not accepted by black people. I see how y’all would champion non-black Bruno Mars over actual black Latino Miguel. Y’all go hard for white and non-black artists with some “soul” to their voice than actual biracial people. So why should I take a space that claims to be for black people “seriously” if they can’t even respect black excellence? They treat us like we’re circus entertainment. As if we’re expected to be good, and our talent only gets the dues when it’s in a white or brown voice. The BET Awards is anti-black, problematic, and I would not be surprised if Nicky Minaj never shows up to that messy place again!

anonymous asked:

About two years ago verily bet someone a $1000 that larry would come out in three years. The bet was for charity but still.. It's in her tag larrybet.

(x) Oh snap. I didn’t read the whole exchange, but it doesn’t look like she is going to pay that $1,000 haha. 

Here are links to more of what happened:



I was talking to this girl who used to be really close to me today and she was trying to be all uppity about all of these pop culture things I knew, and that reminded me of this thing five months ago.

So my friend tried to show a song (Carry on my Wayward Son by Kansas–I knew of this before SPN Y’all. My dad has the Best of Kansas CD and I would listen to this song on repeat when I was 6) and then she tried to be all snotty and say “I bet you don’t even know this song or the band.”

And I went “I literally showed you this song two years ago.” Which I did. And I introduced her to half of the bands that make up her current playlists. She tries to pull this bull all the time (and with some movies too).

And she was like “Oh my god, no you didn’t! I heard this from Supernatural. Stop pretending like you’re better than me. I knew this before you just accept it!”

And her mom (who was in the front seat) was like, “No. She showed you that. I remember because you came home that day and told me all about this song Angelina showed you. It was all you listened to for a week.”

And then my friend got this horrified look on her face and shut up for the rest of the car ride. 

And she tried to show me another song (Feel Good Inc. by Gorillaz) to prove that I didn’t show her every song on her phone, and I was like I showed you that too. 

And she was like, “You did not. I bet you don’t even have this song in your music library.” And I pulled out this crusty ass iPod I had from like 2010 and showed her that it was clearly on there. 

Yeah…she doesn’t talk to me anymore. But good times…

anonymous asked:

if jikook as a ship and as just jungkook and jimin together were a train, that train would be fucking charging towards the end of the traintracks straight off of a cliff at 5000 miles per hour, these two never cease to amaze me with how little fucks they give anymore, its honestly so great

ef;ae why is that analogy so accurate omg. but for real, jikook have just been exposing themselves left and right lately, and it kinda makes you think. i bet (if jikook are real) in a few years, they’ll just be like “yeah we been together since like hella long ago” and everyone will be like “omg no way!” but i’ll be sitting there, sipping my coffee, smug af. 

anonymous asked:

"Nick and Maya are kind of really old and they’re still not married" Okay, but imagine it gets to a point that they aren't actually sure if they're married or not. Not like a senility thing, just a "this has been our life for forever and we deal with so much shit, so maybe we did get married at some point???" Miles is simultaneously shocked and not at all surprised by this.

Phoenix, Edge and Larry are just sitting and chatting like normal.

“I know this may seem like an odd question…but are you and Maya actually married, Wright?”

Nick just looks at him, is about to open his mouth to answer, then just stops himself. He’s kind of confused at his relationship with her too.

“I don’t…believe so? I’ve been with her all these years, but I don’t know what we actually are.”

“Wait wait wait”, Larry interjects, “Didn’t you two get married, like, 12 years ago? We were all there! I caught the bouquet!”

Edge shakes his head, “Larry, that was the Sprocket wedding”. Larry looks so shocked at the revelation.

“We’re too young to be losing our minds already”, Nick sighs.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if you and Maya had actually eloped without anyone knowing; you two aren’t exactly the most traditional of couples”.

“Edgey’s right, Nick! I bet you two just ran off and got hitched at Vegas or something.”

Phoenix is laughing in disbelief. “You really think I’m going to forget secretly marrying Maya? Besides, there’s no way I’m jumping all the way to Vegas to get married.”

The three then go on to a new topic, whatever guys talk about. Nick slips a text to Maya.

“Maya, we didn’t happen to elope at any point in our lives did we?”

*this is why I don’t write ever omg

anonymous asked:

Do you guys know any fics with Eren professing his love for Levi and Levi turning him down or not taking him seriously and really hurting Erens feelings until he realizes that 'OMG. He really does care.' And they get together?

Hmm… I know of these two. I’m willing to bet there’s more out there though, so please submit/reply if anyone knows any.

maybe third time isn’t the charm
Summary: How could Levi have known that that dorky freshman he had rejected one year ago could turn into a ridiculously attractive soccer player? He wants those stupid big bright eyes and that wide smile that’s sweeter than crystallized sugar and that glorious butt that he saw when the object of his affections decided to reject him and run away but hey, Levi Ackerman does not give up. He doesn’t lose either.

Summary: After rejecting his sixteen year old neighbor seven years ago, Levi figured he would never see him again. So when Levi decides it’s time to get back in shape, it figures Eren would be his new personal trainer.


VKM > My Fiancé

Me: *flipping through Tumblr, scroll over the last page of chapter 12*
Fiancé: I thought you finished reading that Twilight wannabe 5 years ago or so.
Me: Omg stfu.
Fiancé: How long until the next chapter?
Me: October.
Fiancé: That sucks. Those two look down to smash pretty hard. I bet it happens in the next chapter too. Shame you gotta wait so long.
…..Thanks for pouring salt on that wound, my love.

Originally posted by humphidk

Forget me not

Um, not really sure how this works but I wrote a one shot so perhaps you’d read it? Totally cool if you wanna publish it. It probably needs work and the ending kinda sucks. Warnings: Sad I guess? Amnesia? Nothing to bad.


“How’s my favorite patient doing?” The doctor asked as he waltzed into my room with a tray.

“I’m fine thanks.” I replied, switching the TV off. “Two girls were found last week with their hearts ripped out.”

The doctor sat down besides me. “That’s a bit grim. But hey, tonight’s spaghetti night!” He placed the tray down. “I managed to sneak some extra dessert for you!” He handed me a chocolate bar. He always had candy on him.

“I don’t mean to be rude but I’ve been here for a couple weeks now and I still don’t know your name.”

He smiled. “You can call me Gabriel.”

“Gabriel. I like that name. How long have you been working here?” I asked.

“Not long. I started just after you were admitted really.” He told me.

I twirled the spaghetti. “Sorry this conversation is a bit one sided. I don’t know much about myself. I’m not being nosy am I?”

He laughed. He had a great laugh. “No, not at all. And it’s not your fault, amnesia and all…” His voice faded. “Anyways, I have a break now. You don’t mind if I keep you company, do you?”

I smiled. “Not at all. I don’t have anyone visiting me. I don’t know anyone. It’s nice to have a friend.”

“What do you remember?” Gabriel asked.

“Not much. Smoke, broken glass, sirens and waking up here. No names or anything. Maybe some friends or a boyfriend. Do you have a special someone?” I asked.

He looked out the window. I could see tears forming in his eyes. “I had someone once, a girl. But I got careless. She was in a car crash that I could have prevented. I miss her.” He wiped his face, his usual grin reforming on his face. “Let's  not focus on that. Have you heard the joke about the two scientists in a bar?”

We were interrupted by a nurse. “A call for you Doctor. A mister Winchester?”

He smiled at me. “Be right back sweetheart.”

He left but I could hear muffled bits of the conversation.

“Yeah she’s better.” Pause. “No, nothing really. Bits and pieces. Aftermath of the accident is about it.” Pause. “No, not even us.” Pause. “Stop being so selfish! I know it was my fault! She was my girlfriend for Dad’s sake. I’ve tried. We just have to hope her memory will come back on its own.” Pause. “Visit? Maybe, she might remember you guys. If you can prove you know her she might be able to go home. Tomorrow. Don’t be late.” He hung up walked back into my room.

“ What was that?”

“Nothing. I need to get back to work. You should get some sleep.” He put his hand on my arm.

“Not tired…” I muttered as I drifted off.

I woke up about 15 hours later. A bowl of sugary cereal rests on my night stand. Gabriel. No other doctor would have given me this.

As soon as I finish, there’s a knock on my door. It opens and Gabriel’s there as well as three other men. One is tall with long hair and a plaid shirt, another is average height with short hair and a leather jacket, the last has short dark hair and is wearing a trench-coat.

“You’ve got visitors!” Gabe says. He smiles but I can tell that it’s forced.

“Hey, remember us?” The leather jacket guy says.

I shook my head. “Sorry, no.”

“Well I’m Sam, this is Dean and that’s Cas.” The tall one said.

“Doesn’t ring a bell. I’m really, really sorry.”

Sam’s phone beeped.  He picked it up. “Agent Capaldi here. Another body? Right away sheriff.” He hung up.

Dean looked at me. “We gotta go but we’ll come back soon enough. Promise.”

Before they left Cas handed Gabriel a small brown notebook. “I thought this might help.” He took it as if he’d just been handed a bomb.

“What’s that?” I asked.

“Just a photo album, nothing important.” He replied hastily, shoving the notebook in his pocket.

The three men left, Gabriel following then.

“Why don’t you give it to her?”

“I’ve been thinking. Maybe she’s better off without me. Without this life. A new start.”

“Are you joking? You’re a mess without her.”

Arguing continued outside my room. You got out and picked up the notebook that had fallen out of Gabe’s pocket and flipped to the first page.

A Gabriel, without scrubs, with a ridiculous party hat posed in a photo, carrying a massive cake. The three men were in the photo too. I looked at the cake. “Happy Birthday-” I stopped. My name was on that cake. Coincidence. Another photo of Gabriel was on the next page. He stood next to a girl. They were at an amusement park with cotton candy the size of a basketball. This time I couldn’t deny it. That was me in the photo. His girlfriend was me.

“I bet you won’t be able to finish that!” I hear Gabriel say. But it’s just a memory. The sound of the games, smell of deep fried everything, the flashing carnival lights.

“Twenty tickets says I can!” I reply in the memory.

It fades and I’m back in a hospital bed. I remember.

“What was that?” Another memory.

“A vampire. We just saved your ass.” The man from earlier, Dean, had said. 
He and his brother Sam took me in after I’d been attacked by a nest of vampires. Three years ago.

Two weeks after, I met Castiel, an angel.

Then I met Gabriel. I heard so much about him, his tricks, his death which apparently he’d faked. He came to me after a wendigo hunt where I almost died, claiming he was now assigned to be my guardian angel. We’d become best friends much to the Winchesters’ dismay, but he grew on them. Two years, eight months ago.

I’d had a crush on him forever. Turns out he liked me back. We started dating. One year, three months ago.

Then came the accident. I was crossing the street when a car came out of nowhere. The only thing I saw of the driver was his black eyes most likely possessed. Three weeks and one day ago.

I remember. The hunting, the monsters, everything. I remember Gabriel. The dates, the prank wars, the childish bickering.

“Well these guys have to go now and-oh.” Gabriel noticed the photo album in my hands.

“Why didn’t you tell me? That I was a hunter? That we were together? Why?” I ask.

Gabriel hesitates before answering. “I thought… I thought that if you finally had a normal life-”

“I don’t want normal. I want you.”