i came out as nb to a cis "friend" and they kept misgendering me on purpose bc he thought he was being funny and i asked him not to and i told him my pronouns several times and GET THIS!!! he told me "i know you dont want to be a girl but you are" hes dead to me now
My brother and I always watch RWBY together and when Neo flew we were like, “Awww she so cute,” then Roman was like “NEO!” and we were like “Awwww Roman loves her! I bet he’s like her dad! I hope he goes and looks for her” THEN ROMAN GETS FRICKIN EATEN BY A GIANT FOUR LEGGED BIRD AND WE LOOK AT EACH OTHER LIKE “DAMMIT MILES WE LOVE YOU BUT WE HATE YOU!”
I WAS ATTRACTED TO ROMAN! HE WAS MY FICTIONAL LOVE INTEREST! HE’S DEAD NOW!
I think Ozpin holds his wand stick like a wizard, but I bet he’s not actually a wizard and he’s just fooling everyone. I also think that if Glinda is the good witch and Ironwood is the tin man, is Qrow the scarecrow?
I loved watching all the students fight together, and I laughed so hard when I heard a trumpet in the background.
It sounded just like the band room.
Adam: Blake, why do you hurt me so?
Me: Uhhhh, you kinda stabbed her… and hit her… like twice…
He always bought more leather than he needed because he was afraid he would not have enough. But now he was being haunted by the ghosts of dead cows. He tried to offer the leather to the bovine angels but they were extremely offended. So he put an ad in the newspaper:
PLEASE BUY MY LEATHER, FINEST QUALITY LEATHER, I AM BEING HAUNTED BY THE GHOSTS OF DEAD COWS
No one came to buy the leather but someone came to buy the ghosts, which made the ghosts even more angry.
WE WILL NOT LEAVE, they said, UNTIL YOU HAVE DISSOLVED ALL THE LEATHER WITH YOUR TEARS.
“Leather does not dissolve very easily and I have a lot of leather.” He said.
OUR POINT EXACTLY, they said.
They haunted him for the rest of his life, which gave him a really cool story to tell at parties.
But yeah it'll be evil i mean FUN to see him fall for her c:< make all the readers suffer mwahahahahahaa
one night after a date at the amusement park where youngmi is supposed to fall for him he comes home and namjoon is just like “did it go well?” and he’s all pissed like “wtf are you talking to me?” and he slams the door and namjoon is like “poor kid…probably didn’t go well” BUT IT DID GO WELL. JUST NOT THE WELL THAT HE WANTED. and now jungkook likes a witch and he’s dead. the end.
One of the horses I look after at the barn is an ancient old fella, near 30 who belonged to the barn owner’s best friend, who died of cancer. Her dying wish was that Reg have a long, happy retirement there. His owner’s husband, does not pay board, care, farrier, bedding, or hay, he only pays for this horse’s feed. Nothing else. A paltry amount compared to the real cost of caring for the old guy.
Well now he’s getting remarried, and wants Reg gone. His words were, ‘dead or gone’ actually.
The barn owner cannot afford to take on 100% of Reg’s bills, so it looks like he’ll be put down because this guy has a new woman who doesn’t want to have to worry about any part of his past intruding.
Idk but with every interview it seems more clear that zayn doesnt rlly see the need in having a deep convo abt his identity and that he is comfortable with who he is so stop asking him the same questions omg!
Books, Books, and more Books. (Closed with Random-trolls)
Kailen yawned softly, he had gotten up extra early so he could get to the library on time. He was returning and picking up some books, and what was a better time then now?
A time when he wasn’t dead tired, he thought bitterly as he walked along the street in a hurry. He didn’t need to rush to get there or anything, he just liked to get their quickly.
So he walked, until finally, he made it to the library. Walking in with a soft sigh, he shifted the books he held in his arms, then plopped them down in the return pile.
Kailen walked deeper into the library, smiling at the extreme quietness of the building, as it was quite empty this early in the library hours. His fins twitched as he looked for certain books, plucking them off the shelves, one by one.
As much as I love embarrassed and flustered Genos, I need more super affectionate and tender and loving Saitama.
I need Saitama telling Genos what he means to him. In detail. I need Saitama confessing first, or at the same time. I need Saitama treating Genos like he’s the most precious thing to ever grace his life, to be gentle and cuddly with him. I need Saitama telling Genos that he was so lonely and dead inside before he met the cyborg, and now he’s fit to burst with emotion because of him.
I need lovey, snuggly, affectionate, love-sick puppy dog Saitama.
BTS Reaction To You Pretending Not To Understand What They’re Saying When You Get Into A Fight
“Oh jagi…you don’t honestly think you can pull that one with me,” he commented, rolling his eyes as he stepped closer to you.
You furrowed your eyebrows, feigning innocence and ignorance. Jin placed his thumb against the middle area in between your eyebrows, and brushed it over your left brow and down your cheek, causing your act to soften, almost turning timid.
He leaned forward, pressing his lips against your ear lobe. Jin began to murmur, “Surely you’ll at least understand this.” He paused, now looking you dead in the eyes, irritation still present in his eyes, but now darker, a mix of agitation and desire, before lacing his fingers around your wrist and dragging you to the bedroom.
His head head tilted to the side quizzically as you started to speak in English, as you pretended to have difficulty understanding what he was saying. He would have dropped it, waiting until both of your’s tempers had cooled and you were willing to actually face the matter instead of pretending you don’t understand what he was saying.
But you were stubborn and he just as much. Seeing as you refused to drop the matter, continuing on with your little act even as he started to walk away, he now refused to drop the matter as well.
Turning back to face you, his strides started out small before getting longer and faster and finally forcefully pushing you into the wall behind you.
“Oh Y/N, you should really be more careful when playing these little “games” with me.” His lips were inches from your. He let out a low growl along with a trail of harsh curses. “You know I can’t stand losing,” he murmured, before crashing his lips to yours.
Unsure of whether you were serious, joking, or simply acting, a sheepish, uncertain grin would form on his face as he mumbled out, “Are you serious?”
He knew your Korean wasn’t perfect, but for your understanding to be lacking now of all times, when you just so happened to be having a bit of a quarrel, seemed suspicious to say the least. You tried your best to suppress the light chuckle ready to escape your lips, but it was no use.
Hoseok’s head snapped towards you, his unsure, confused persona immediately melting. His gaze turning dark, he ran his tongue across the entirety of the inside of his mouth, trying his best to stay calm.
Of course it wasn’t a coincidence. Y/N is too sly, too cunning for it to be just that, he thought to himself. Briefly closing his eyes to maintain his composure, he stepped towards you. You had played this card before, he had just never realized it until now.
Hoseok dramatically sighed, pursing his lips together, making small tsking noises with the roof of his mouth as if he were getting ready to scold a child.
Just how many times had you played this card before? Just how many times had you gotten away with it? Just how many times did he have to punish you tonight…
At first his expression was slightly flustered. Your Korean was nearly flawless, why now were you messing up of all times? His expression was completely and utterly puzzled, that is, until he realized exactly what you were doing.
A sly grin formed on his face. You knew exactly what he had said earlier. You weren’t struggling with your Korean skills, you were just trying to dodge the situation. Oh, but he wouldn’t let you, far from it. He would have to “correct” this little act of yours with a helping hand.
Placing a strong hand on the inside of your thigh he squeezed lightly, patronizing you with both his touch and his words.
“Oh, sweetheart, you know your little tricks won’t work with me. Even if you can’t understand me, I can understand you perfectly,” he continued to speak in Korean; why bother putting in the extra effort to use English when he already knew you understood completely? You mentally cursed, realizing just how dumb it had been of you to attempt this method with Namjoon. How could you have been so stupid as to forget Namjoon was fluent in English.
Gently rubbing up and down your thigh, you let out a small whimper. His smirk widened. He had you exactly where he wanted you.
“Good, now why don’t we continue this little discussion of ours in the bedroom, hmm?”
You knew you were in the wrong. You knew you were at fault in this situation. You knew you should have apologized or given in earlier, when you still had a chance. But you were stubborn and refused to admit that you were at fault instead of Jimin for once.
“Y/Nnnn….Jagiii…” Jimin teasingly whined, dragging out the last syllables in a sing-song lilt. “Just admit you were wrong for once.” He bit his lip, no doubt imagining exactly what he was going to do to you tonight. “Just admit you were wrong…” he paused for effect, “and I’ll go easy on you tonight.” His hot breath trickled down your ear and against your throat. “I won’t punish you… at least not as much as I should…"
God he was so close, already pressing his chest to yours and your back against the wall. You let out a shaky breath, barely being able to respond to him.
Oh, but what a mistake you had made. You had responded in English. A weakness Jimin had always had, a weakness you knew would only encourage Jimin in his endeavors, in his endeavors of teasing. Oh, what a mistake it was indeed…
Jimin tilted his head to one side, his already wide smile turning into a Cheshire grin, a mischievous glint building in his eyes.
He tucked a loose strand from your ponytail behind your ear, his nose now centimeters from your own. "Fine by me. I wasn’t really in the mood for immediate cooperation anyways,“ he breathed.
And with that, Jimin threw you over his shoulder, thrusted the bedroom door open and tossed you onto the mattress, ready to have you in every possible way he wanted tonight.
His expression was blank as it always was whenever the two of you had a fight. He looked at you with near indifference. The only sign of his anger was the darkening of his eyes that were once a soft hazel brown, but were now black with a flame ablaze behind them.
He didn’t speak. He stayed completely silent as you mumbled forced apologies, even though it wasn’t your fault. Actually, the whole reason you fighting was completely unreasonable. Both of you had been, and were, being utterly irrational.
The reason you were fighting was irrelevant, Tae’s agitation was becoming frightening, and you weren’t particularly fond of conflict in the first place. That’s why originally you mumbled out small apologies, hoping to avoid any further battles.
Ah, but you couldn’t take it any longer. His silence was deafening. He wouldn’t look at you. You were trying to smooth things over and prevent conflict and here he was, refusing to even look you in the eye, even look in your general direction.
Your soft murmurs slowly grew in volume. As your "I’m sorry’s” grew in volume so did your agitation, so did the amount of English you used. It was a continuous loop, the louder you got, the sharper cut your words were and the more you started to slip back into using English.
Your tone became agitated, contradicting your original purpose of avoiding further conflict. Ah, your voice just kept getting louder and louder until you were full out screaming at him in English. And now you were the one who couldn’t look him in the eyes.
Abruptly you stopped yelling, realizing it wasn’t going to change the situation. You bet he still had that blank look on his face as he avoided looking at you, as you were now doing to him.
You turned to leave the room. You’d deal with damage control tomorrow, you were too mentally exhausted to deal with anything of the sort right now. You looked towards the ground and started to walk out of the room, unable to keep your chin high after screaming at Tae like that, only to be met with strong arms slithering around your waist, preventing you from taking another step.
“Please don’t be angry, darling.” Tae’s bottom lip jutted out as he bent down slightly to place his chin on your shoulder and began to pout. You tightly closed your eyes. He was knowingly using his puppy dog eyes against you. He knew you couldn’t resist him, especially with such a look of innocence in his face. “Please, oh please, don’t be mad at me."
You let out a short groan as Tae’s lips had found their way to your upper jaw, his tongue now lightly tracing your jawline.
"I promise… I’ll make it up to you.” And then you gave in, opening your eyes, whirling around to face him, wrapping your arms around Taehyung’s neck, and allowing him to do as he pleased with you.
In all honesty, it wasn’t a fight. It was never a fight. It was always just a one sided screaming match caused by Jungkook’s idiocy.
He was an adult, for Christ’s sake. He was an adult with the logic of a four year old. God, you were younger than him and here you were scolding him, or attempting to, like a mother.
As if having to scold him wasn’t enough, he wouldn’t listen. Whenever you yelled, he didn’t even flinch. Only a playful expression would be present on his face, like he was amused by your vexation, like he had acted like an utter imbecile just to see that agitated expression on your face. For fuck’s sake, couldn’t he feel at least a little bad for making you worry?!
“Goddamn it, Jungkook,” you gritted out, your voice rasping and raising the longer you spoke. “Can’t you think of the possible consequences…for once in your life?!”
Your breath hitched a bit as you continued to speak, saying anything and everything in an attempt to make him realize how idiotic he had been, how much he had made you worry.
You found yourself becoming more flustered as you continued to speak, gradually switching to English, unable to think clear enough to use Korean any longer.
You turned your head sharply to look him in the eyes. You had been so engrossed in everything you were saying, you hadn’t even bothered to look at him. Oh, and what a mistake looking at him was…
A look you only ever saw when he was in one of his moods was etched into his features. The type of mood that would make you scream, but not out of anger like just seconds ago.
Jungkook’s usual mischievous glint and playful eye roll was now replaced with a sharp look and a lazy grin. It just now hit you.
You swore. You had swore. You never swore, at least not out loud, at least not around him.
He took a step towards you and you instinctively took one back. He did it again only for you to follow suit. Oh, he was toying with you, and he was enjoying it, his grin widening with every second that passed.
“Oh baby girl, don’t be like that. Don’t be so angry with little ol’ me…” His voice trailed off as he gently caressed your cheek with the back side of his hand.
“You scold me as if you’re my noona, as if I’m the only one the wrong here.” Jungkook’s gentle caresses began trailing down your neck, your chest, your waist, your entire body.
“Don’t forget, my darling, I am your oppa, and you are in need of punishment yourself.”
ohhh gosh. Joe loves Caspar SO much. these LA vlogs show us a lot. 'i missed you. i was so worried', 'we're gonna miss you. look after him pls, he's precious', 'who am i gonna explore with? we had such a great time yesterday', Joe being annoyed that Caspar hugged Oli and gave him only a high five, his happy face when Caspar run back to hug him, also him trying to grab Caspar's attention every time and being jealous abt 'random girl'. ugh. kill me. pls just kill me.
sTOP ur killing me:((( im so glad these vlogs have happened. i mean, joe seems to be becoming more comfortable with expressing himself and showing affection??? it just makes you think, like, he’s probably been thinking cute things like this the whole time, but now he’s becoming more comfortable with saying them