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THINGS I’VE LEARNED FROM TUMBLR ABOUT YA BOOKS I HAVEN’T ACTUALLY READ

Disclaimer: There might be spoilers but also all of this could be wrong.

Shadowhunters: Teenagers covered in tattoos fight evil ninjas. The TV show is apparently better than the books and the author is an asshole. Everyone ships the blond guy and the redheaded girl even though they seem to be siblings, and a dark-haired guy called Alec at some point made out with a glittery Asian DJ?

Divergent: Teenagers also covered in tattoos fight mysterious dystopian government which sorts them into sci-fi versions of the Hogwarts Houses and apparently has sumptuary laws about not wearing anything that isn’t black. At some point you jump off a building in a very extreme game of parachute. Somebody dies at the end and nobody talks about it.

Eleanor & Park: Chubby freckled redhead and skinny Korean boy meet on a bus and probably fall in love? Earbuds.

Percy Jackson: Summer camp for bastard offspring of various Greek deities. Chapter titles look like Fall Out Boy songs. The movie was terrible. Rick Riordan is milking this for all it is worth.

Grisha Trilogy: Everyone is Russian and into BDSM. Also, antlers.

Throne of Glass: Girl assassin is supposed to protect somebody from something and has sex in a closet with somebody named Chaol?

The Selection: Fairy tale version of The Bachelor with a really annoying protagonist.

The Maze Runner: Hunger Games/Lord of the Flies slashfic sausagefest.  

Vampire Academy: Vampire royalty need personal bodyguards at their fancy prep school for some reason. People fight with sticks. Stakes? I don’t know they just look like sticks.

Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe: Gay boys indistinguishable in fan art from the gay boys in Song of Achilles go on a road trip and wear Chuck Taylors. One of them is Latino? I think there’s a pool involved.

Daughter of Smoke and Bone: I thought this was part of the Grisha trilogy and now I know it isn’t but that’s all I know about it.

Lunar Chronicles: Cinderella is a mechanic and everyone really hated the cover art with the apple.

The Raven Cycle: Asian girl named Blue babysits a group of gay boys in a weird Southern town called Cabswater or Carpswater or something. One of them dies but doesn’t seem to actually go away? Someone turns into a tree.

The Fault in Our Stars: Kids with cancer fall in love, one of them dies, and they tell each other stuff’s okay even though it’s pretty obviously not okay. Everybody forgets about the blind friend. The cigarette is a metaphor but I’m pretty sure John Green doesn’t actually know what a metaphor is.

Stephanie Perkins’ books: Cutesey heterosexual rom-coms which take place in Romantic with a capital R European cities and one of the boys is named after a bug.

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Requested by: @we-are-but-stardust

Request: Can you do a scenario where “y/n” and t.o.p have had so much sexual tension and have had to keep it on lockdown and hide it from the rest of the group. But finally get a moment to unleash all the sex and aggression?
A/N: Idk if this is the longest smut ever, but this is pretty damn long. I always imagined, and honestly believe, that TOP himself is aggressive or can be in the bedroom. He has attributes that he’s either said or I’ve noticed that lead me to believe that, so that’s how I’ve written him here. He’s aggressive and takes charge, and rips panties off with a look. Also, if you don’t need a metaphorical cigarette after reading this, I must have done something wrong. ENJOY!!
Warnings: This is the smuttiest thing I’ve ever written. SMUT!SMUT!SMUT! So much smut. There is also some BDSM, Dominant and Submissive play hinted in here. So please, be careful while reading.

Disclaimer: As always, the gifs used are not mine and belong to their rightful owner!
Genre: TOP x Reader
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Sunday Symbolism: the Symbolism of Cigarettes

This week I thought it a good idea to look a bit more into the symbolism of cigarettes in relation with the Turners. After all, one of their initial bonding moments was sharing a cigarette after a difficult birth, and the cigarettes kept a strong presence throughout the third, fourth and fifth season after that. I’ll do this in a chronological order, because I think these little stubs of tobacco actually reflect the relationship between Shelagh and Patrick very well. Let’s start!

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modern race headcanons
  • race loves keeping up with the kardashians. so much. he wants to be either khloe or scott
  • he saw the fault in your stars movie and picked up on the killing thing cigarette metaphor so he walks around waxing poetic about unlit cigarettes. everyone else hates it.
  • he played soccer until he was 11
  • race takes a lot of pictures of his food
  • he’s allergic to cats
  • favorite childhood game: truth or dare. race always picks dare.
  • likes to think that he plays the drums but really he just sort of carries a pair of drumsticks around a lot hitting things
  • tends to shoplift. kind of a lot. 
  • he’s one of the only manhattan kids who feels more or less welcome in brooklyn. race goes out there a lot to play cards with spot and his bros.

So I watched you leave today, and I’m not really sure 
when I’ll see you again
I guess I should just pirate the latest
Cage the Elephant album and forget about you
like I did with the others
but I keep seeing you on the “Tell Me I’m Pretty” album cover
and in the smoke at the end of
my metaphorical cigarette
Loving you was an obstacle course
Between depression’s hurdles, the brick wall of social expectations
and the entire Westboro Church
picketing, screaming ‘God forsakes you’
the last thing I need is more distance


so the whole jughead talking about how he’s weird and how he doesn’t fit in is basically a meme on twitter rn, and you know what, i get it. “i’m weird” and “i’m not normal and i don’t want to be.” are not exactly deep and moving lines. they’re very gus a la “the fault in our stars”, very “the cigarette is a metaphor”. and yeah, we all like to poke fun when characters wax poetic or w/e because it sounds really REALLY akward on the ears.

but like, the thing is, i have absolutely been jughead, and while i never said anything like that, i felt it. really, really deeply.

i was voted most unique in both middle school and high school, which basically translates to “we don’t know much about her, but we know she’s weird.” and honestly, that was the way i liked it. having a reputation of being weird and distant meant i didn’t have a lot of friends, and that was easier. then i didn’t have to explain why on the weekends i slept on the floor while my sister slept on a sofa in my dad’s one bedroom apartment and that’s why friends couldn’t come over. i didn’t have to worry about anyone hearing my grandma berate me about things i messed up on or if my dad would come home drunk when i had someone over. no one had to see how little food my dad kept in the house sometimes or the huge stacks of stuff my mother kept because she refused to admit she had a problem. in my entire 12 years of school, i can think of only 4 or 5 people i ever had stay overnight and maybe 10 who saw the inside of my house.

when you come from an abusive or dysfunctional family, you crave intimacy but holy crap are you embarrassed. for people to see you that way. especially your parents, especially when you have friends who come from a non-divorced household or whose parents are well off or have a norman rockwell house. exuding an air of weirdness and solidarity is the only way you know to keep people away and to keep people from seeing your life as it is, and it’s the best way to hide how ashamed you are.

so yeah, the little speeches are very eye-rolly when you listen to them. but man oh man, do i get it.