curl up and die

i found this post in my drafts and have ZERO memory of writing it (thank u alcohol) so im gonna put it in my queue lol
  • ok but imagine 
  • Bitty comes out to his parents but he doesn’t tell them about Jack, thinks it’s for the best, maybe to ease his parents into things or maybe to keep the pool of People Who Know as small as possible 
  • and like yeah Ransom and Holster are super oblivious but Suzanne Bittle is not, not when it comes to her son, because she is a certified Nosy Southern Mother and she can see he’s been acting differently, happier but quieter, always on his phone and blushing when she asks about boys
  • and he talks about the team a LOT 
  • Jack’s one of his best friends and he’s just started his NHL career, so of course Bitty’s never gonna shut up about Jack
  • (Same goes for Shitty and law school. And eventually Ransom and med school. Dicky is proud of his friends and wants everyone to know. He gets that trait from Suzanne, she understands)
  • but he keeps talking about this one Boy, how sweet he is and how his smile is like a sack of puppies and how bitty’s always making this boy do things with him like baking and getting froyo and going shopping and Suzanne is like. Yes. This must be Dicky’s secret boyfriend. 
  •  the next family weekend or whatever, Suzanne demands to meet this Chowder boy who’s stolen Bitty’s heart
  • Bitty is both confused and mortified

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aquiver | 01 (m)

aquiver (adj.) [uh-kwiv-er] in a state of trepidation or vibrant agitation; trembling; quivering

pairing: min yoongi x reader
genre/warnings: mature themes, talk of masturbation, smut, language
words: 10,110
summary: Yoongi can’t remember the last time he was able to successfully bring himself to the point of orgasm, then Namjoon gives him a business card advertising ‘Healing Hands’, and that’s where he meets you; pretty and innocent looking, who gets paid to provide hand jobs for a living…
note. inspired by the novella ‘The Grownup’ by Gillian Flynn, literally just the main character’s past occupation haha

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to be honest, i am never going to not love fury road. and i am never going to not love fury road for the exact same reason that i am never going to not love pacific rim: because they are movies that focus uncompromisingly on women and on the stories of women and do not pick at them or highlight their flaws or put them in conflict with other women so that the dudebros in the corner can yell “catfight!” and whistle.

pacific rim doesn’t pass the bechdel test of course, but it is still a movie where i can very readily believe that guillermo del toro asked somebody “do we really need a mildly attractive white boy who isn’t portayed as a sack of shit for the majority of the movie as a protagonist?” and some stuffy hollywood exec informed him that he had to have at least one so he sighed and picked charlie hunnam out of a lineup and informed him that his job was to stand there and look pretty with his shirt off and smile adoringly at rinko kikuchi whenever she was onscreen, which he did fantastically. also idris elba and a narrative centered around a found family featuring a black father and a japanese daughter that culminates in the kind of love so profound that the last words she says to him don’t even need to be translated for a non-japanese-speaking audience.

fury road is a movie that was edited by a woman because george miller literally did not fucking trust a man to do it justice, and even our beloved sad puppy protaganist still has his moment where we all yell at him to just let furiosa and the girls in the truck you miserable bastard you all want the same thing and then they turn an MRA into a feminist willing to die for the cause, and they put naked women on the screen without making me want to curl up inside and die, and killed women to show us how that made other women feel, and brought literal fucking hellfire down on the patriarchy to grind them into rubble. also, ALSO, the only reason this ridiculous fucking plan even worked in the end was because LITERAL CHILDREN and enslaved women lowered the platform and opened the floodgates to water, which is essentially the same as salvation when you live in a post-nuclear desert hellscape run by god-kings who waste thousands of gallons of gasoline just to track down their escaped sex slaves. also actual polynesian actresses in a movie set in australia. also a complete lack of rape scene or discussion of sex, crude or otherwise. also the person who everybody knows is the protag of fury road in the same way everyone knows mako is the protag of pacific rim even though the trailers will do their best to convince the MRAs otherwise is an amputee driven by the same immense boiler of screaming fury that i, as an abuse victim and as a feminist and as someone who has had friends go through way worse shit than i did, feel on a regular basis, and we don’t need to know the full story of what happened; we know that she was kidnapped, we know her mother is dead, we know that it’s probably been twenty years of literal hell for her, and we know that she is not above dying to save four girls who yell at her when she tries to kill someone that has been sent to bring them back to immortan joe.

this is not the wink wink nudge nudge feminism of joss “i quit twitter bc feminists were harassing me” whedon. these are movies that make me feel like they are opening floodgates to stories where megan fox can show up onscreen and be taken seriously instead of objectified, and lucy liu can play any damn character she wants in reboots of stories that used to just be about arrogant white boys, and laverne cox doesn’t have to be asked what her fucking crotch looks like before people can hold a conversation with her.

pacific rim and fury road, as colorful (literally, there is an entire post on this site about modern hollywood and it’s shitty, drained-of-color-to-feel-”gritty” movies) narratives about hope and love, actually make me, a decrepit, sarcastic husk of a human being, 1) cry about two people nodding at each other and touching foreheads, and 2) actually believe that our cinema will one day stop being such a white sausagefest.

movies that can do that are a big deal.

kevin and neil headcanons because i dont see nearly enough for them

☆neil: what is ‘dabbing’ kevin: absolutely not
☆kevin has to chop vegetables into tiny pieces and sneak them into neils dinners because his eating habits are shit
☆they go grocery shopping together and neil keeps putting junk food in the cart and kevin keeps shoving it back onto random shelves with varying levels of rage
☆neil: do i even weigh anything to you? kevin, holding him a foot off the ground: no. its like holding a bag of grapes
☆whack each other w their exy racquets when they get too Extra during practice
☆scary movie ride or die fans
☆kevin curls up and watches through his fingers and neil punches kevins leg when a jumpscare gets him
☆kevin: *mentions anyone who has even slightly inconvenienced him* neil: you should kill them
☆kevin can always sense neils bullshit and he will, inevitably and invariably, be able to tell when neil is doing Something Stupid
☆neil photobombs kevins interviews at/after games ALL THE TIME
☆kevin: it was a tough game but our hard work paid off
☆neil: in the background wearing 3 pairs of sunglasses and dumping an entire gatorade over his head while maintaining eye contact with the camera
☆neil can suplex kevin
☆they are savage at dragging like god help whoever brings down their Roasting Session upon themselves bc they will taste the wrath of a god
☆neil makes a game of how many outlandish claims he can make and still have kevin believe him
☆neil: did you know i once spent a week in australia and had to eat nothing but jellyfish and twinkies to survive
☆kevin, wide eyed and scandalized: how are you alive
☆neil WILL pick a fight in a fast food restaurant and kevin has to bail him out
☆kevin listens to 80s pop music when he works out and neil finds out. neil Finds Out.
☆neil plays 21 loops of tom jones’ ‘whats new pussycat’ and kevin tells him to put in 1 ‘its not unusual’
☆kevin will send neil a million texts until he gets a response. like in a row, in the span of 15 seconds buzz buzz bitch where are you
☆neil watches chopped and kevin loses his mind because neil will drag a contestant for mixing caviar with peppers while at the same time eating like mac n cheese with nutella
☆they get too into laser tag and get kicked out

thanks i love them

Memory Lane ft. Yoongi

Originally posted by allforbts

Drabble game #100: “I adore you.” 

grumpy husband yoongi au aka lots of fluff (mentions of sex)
→ 1.7k words,
part 2

A/N: I recently had a realization that the way my blog is structured doesn’t really give me a great leeway to express my creativity and feels for the members at random. So this is the start to a really short series of drabbles for all of the members in super short (less than 2k) drabbles! To be continued! :) Hope you guys like it. 

more from this au: here, more drabbles: here


“You’ve got a wonderful wife there, son.”

Yoongi gives the elderly man a small smile and nods in agreement, clinking his beer can against his and tipping back the cold liquor into his throats with his eyes trained on you, a feat that happens quite often.

Often Yoongi finds himself just staring at you, in awe of how someone like you ended up with someone like him.

Your friends would describe you as sweet, bubbly, kind, selfless, and bright. His friends would describe you as “the light that shined in Min Yoongi’s horribly dreadful bitch ass life.” And although he always gives them a glare or just brushes their comments off with an eye roll it’s moments like these when he feels like the six dickwads’ words can never be any more accurate.

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The Mayor of Los Angeles shined the Bat Signal in honor of Adam West tonight and now I want to curl up in a Batball and die because of how beautiful humans are sometimes.

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A NIGHT TO REMEMBER | TAEHYUNG VERSION 

WORD COUNT: 9K

In your household nothing was truly what it seemed; your mother was having an affair with her business partner, leaving your stepfather to work himself into a pit of denial. The only person who had real feelings under that roof was you. You felt disgust when your mother would blatantly lie to her husband, you felt overwhelmed and stressed because of university, and you felt the euphoria of your late night rendezvous with Taehyung.

Your stepbrother.

warnings: graphic smut, dirty talk, rough sex, dom!taehyung + sub!reader, degrading, humiliation, spanking + strong language

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

masterlist | ask | song

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I feel such intense hate and loathing towards myself. I hate the way I look. I hate my awful personality and my inability to shut the fuck up and think before I accidentally hurt someone. I hate that whenever I eat I want to curl up and die. I hate every little thing about myself and I can’t stop.

That was anticlimactic

For context: We were playing lost mines, finally coming around to our last session. Earlier in the campaign, we made a bargain for an NPC’s (Gundren) life, in which he loses his tounge. We are now in the middle of a combat we don’t know is actually the final one.

DM: “Your crossbow bolt lands in blackspider’s eye with a splat, killing him. The spiders in the room curl up and die, and you see a door behind his chair.”

Me: :Let’s check it out"

In the room we found a bound up dwarf and some treasures. When we speak to him, our situation becomes readily apparent

Dm as Nundro: “Thank you travelers, I am Nundro rockseeker”

Me: “Didn’t we know a rockseeker?”

Nundro: “That would be my brother, he sent you here to save me, no?”

I proceed to blow up in laughter as the DM explains what happened. Because of our little deal, and then just sending Gundren away, we never should’ve found out about wave echo cave, but stumbled upon it through a series of luck rolls

DM (ooc): “So you basically stopped the bad guy, saved the town, and reunited the brothers all by chance, without actually knowing that any of these things existed.”

Nundro: “I will be glad to speak with my brother again.”

Druid: “I think you might find you’ll have trouble doing that anytime soon.”

@katieholts and i were talking about a modern au where shiro and allura meet at the annual police/fire dept annual picnic and it’s a blast yo 

  • they are on opposite sides of the traditional flag football game between the two services
  • allura is one of the top detectives on the force. she worked her ass off to prove to everyone that she’s the real deal and that her father’s role as the chief of another precinct had nothing to do with it
  • shiro has been serving at the same fire station for a few years now as a lieutenant, where the other paladins are part of his company
  • allura catches shiro’s eye because she steals his flag from right under him. he’s stunned to see his flag fluttering in her hands, and by the teasing smile on her face
  • he is distracted for the rest of the game and gets teased over beers afterwards
  • when he finally works up the courage to ask her out, he is so nervous that he calls her by her formal title of “detective.” allura is amused and calls him “lieutenant” in response
  • “Would you like to have dinner?” he says, the words spilling out hastily with his exhale
  • “We’re having dinner right now,” Allura says, and she gestures to the plate of food in front of her. At this point Shiro wants to just curl up and die lmao
  • “R-right. Uh, how about later? Next week some time?” and he’s bashful but sincere and it’s adorable.
  • she says yes. 
  • the smile that blooms on his face is brimming with relief, so big and bright, and she falls for him so easily. like, gurl, me too
  • (and we both agree that shiro has at least one dimple. maybe only one?)
  • allura makes a point to purchase a copy of the calendar that the fire dept publishes every year to raise money for charity. shiro takes his rightful place as the shirtless poster boy for august since the hot ones are always in the summer months
Idiot, Whore, Liar

Pairing: Thomas Jefferson x Reader

Request: None.

Summary: Scandal!AU: You work through your own issues while trying to fix someone else’s.

Warnings: Cheating, swearing, political assholes.

A/N: I love this show, so I thought it would be fun!

Tagged: @pearltheartist

Word Count: 3071

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anonymous asked:

Number 58 with jimin 🙈

Here you go anon! Sorry for the late reply. Hope you enjoy reading :)

Member: Jimin

Prompt Request: “You look cute with a baby bump.”

Genre: Angst & Fluff

Imagine Summary: You are having a difficult time getting pregnant and you don’t want to keep Jimin waiting. You decide that it is best that the two of you break up because you can never give Jimin the life that he wants.

Word Count: 1.4k

You stared down the person staring at you in the mirror’s reflection. She looked completely unrecognizable to you

—-

“I think we should break up.”

I never thought that I would ever say those word to Jimin. Even with him sitting across from me on the couch, his eyes watering and his breath intake quickening, I still couldn’t believe I was really doing this.

I didn’t want to break up, but there was no way around it. We both wanted the same things but I couldn’t give him the thing he needed; a child.

The negative pregnancy test sat in the trash bin next to a broken soap dish I had thrown in frustration. After trying for the last seven months, I still couldn’t get pregnant. I knew how much Jimin wanted a baby. He would reassure me that it would happen at the right time but in my heart I knew that there would never be a right time. I couldn’t let him continue to have hope in our relationship when it would never work.

“Where is this coming from? Did I do something to upset you? Just tell me and we can work through this.”

“We can’t work through this Jimin. I don’t want to be with you anymore. You’re always busy and you never have time for me. I can’t live always being second to your career.” I lied. Deep down I knew that if I ever asked, Jimin would give up anything to be with me, but not a child. I couldn’t do that to him.

Jimin scooted closer to me on the couch. His eyes were darting as he struggled not to cry. I however already had a few tears leaving a trail down my cheek. He held my hands to his chest.

“That’s not what this is about.”

I looked away. My expressions always gave away my deception.

“Look at me,” he pleaded, cupping my chin to face him.

“What is this really about?” he asked.

I roughly pushed the hand wiping my tears and stood up, walking away from him.

“You’re right, it isn’t about you being away. It’s about the pressure you put on me to get pregnant!”

I’m yelling, now. My forehead is flaming and my hand begins to tremble.

“Do you not want kids?” Jimin looked so hurt but he wouldn’t let me go unless I looked him in the eye and broke his heart.

“I don’t want your kids.”

It was painful to get those words out. As they left my lips and reached Jimin, and I saw the pain of my words reflected on his face, I felt a knife slide down my throat.

“I never knew you felt this way.” He said in a low voice.

He took in a deep breath.

“If children is something you don’t want then we can work it out. We don’t have to do this right now. You might change your mind in the future.”

“I will never change my mind Jimin. This is just the tipping point in our relationship. I can’t be with you anymore.”

“Y/N listen to me. I’ll try and take more time off work or maybe work harder so I don’t have to practice so late. I’ll talk to my managers about us taking more time off. I won’t even mention kids unless you initiate it or are ready to. Please just don’t leave me.”

I turned away from him and he got up to hug me from behind.

“Please, Y/N. I know we can get through this. I never meant to pressure you.”

I brushed him off, rougher this time.

“It doesn’t matter if you meant to or not; you did. I can’t be with someone who has to change for me. I don’t need you to wait for me to be ready for something I never will be. We’re done Jimin.”

I walked over to the front door, unlocked it and swung it open.

Jimin stays frozen in his spot.

“Leave Jimin.”

I walk over and grab his jacket from the couch and push him out the door. Tears are streaming rapidly down his cheeks.

Finally out of his daze, his eyes dart and he begins to panic, realizing that I’m serious.

“Y/N, don’t do this to us-”

I pick up his shoes, throw them at his feet, slamming the door in his face and cutting him off mid sentence.

It’s silent after that. I wait until his shadow disappears and the sound of his footsteps die down before I allow myself to curl up on the floor and cry.

It’s been two weeks since I broke up with Jimin and things have been far from good. My sister said I lost a lot of weight and I haven’t really been out of the house. Everything reminds me of him. The smell of coffee reminds me of the time he brought my entire work staff Starbucks because we were working late. Rain reminds me of the time we planned to go the amusement park but couldn’t because of a storm so we just built a fort in our living room and watched 80’s movies the entire day. Speaking of 80’s movies, I couldn’t even watch my favorite one because it reminded me of the time Jimin had a theatre privately screen it for us on our second anniversary.

Just thinking about him hurts because I start to remember the way he looked the last time I saw him, when I broke his heart.

I get a notification on my phone which draws me from my thoughts. It’s my period reminder. I’m six days late now.

At first I thought it was stress because of everything that happened with Jimin and not getting pregnant but now a plethora of “what ifs” cascade my mind.

I rush to the bathroom and rummage through my cupboard and look for the extra pregnancy test I bought about a month ago.

I take the test and five minutes later, I am greeted by a red plus sign on the white stick.

I hold my breath and back up into the bathroom wall. What have I done?

“Jimin..” I whisper.

—–

I trudge my way to the door of Bangtan’s dorm. My feet shake in my shoes and my hands fidget as I contemplate knocking on the door.

I’m terrified. Jimin probably hates me. I can’t blame him. I was cruel to him, kicking him out of the house with such hateful words.

I hope he’ll understand where I’m coming from. But at the same time, I feel like I don’t deserve him. I was willing to give up on us and now that things are the way I want them, I want him back. He deserves someone stronger than me.

I turn to walk away when the door swings open. It’s Jungkook.

“Y/N. What are you doing here?” He says coldly.

He crosses arms over his chest. Usually Jungkook is always so kind to me. He’s probably the member I’m closest to. Was closest to.

“I need to talk to Jimin.”

“He doesn’t want to see you. You should go. Now.” His voice is authoritative even though I am two years his senior.

Taehyung appears in the doorway, and moves to stand next to Jungkook, creating a barrier between me and the dorm.

“Y/N, you have a lot of nerve showing up here.” Taehyung sneers.

“I-I j-just wanted to see J-jimin,’ I stutter.

“Who’s there?”

“Hyung it’s no one Jungkook says moving to block Jimin from seeing me.

Taehyung motions for me to leave, but I can’t. Jimin has to know I’m carrying his child.

“Jimin, it’s me.”

I glance at Taehyung and if looks could kill, I’d be six feet under.

Jimin pushes past Jungkook to see me. He looks tired and worn out. I feel so guilty looking at him. He might have lost even more weight than I have.

“Y/N..” He breathes. For a split second I think he’s happy to see me, but then his expression shifts and his lips tighten.

“Hyung, you don’t have to talk to her.” Jungkook says, putting a hand on Jimin’s arm.

“Go inside.” Jimin says sternly, not taking his eyes off of me.

Taehyung and Jungkook obey and go back inside, closing the door behind them, leaving Jimin and I standing in an empty hallway.

“Why are you here?” Jimin says. His voice is low and distant.

I pull out a blue box I tied with a white ribbon and hold it out to him.

Jimin takes the box out of my hand and waves it around.

“What the fuck is this supposed to be? A present? Are you fucking stupid? You break up with me and then come back with a box and expect everything to be okay?”

“Jimin it’s not what you think it is-”

“Shut the fuck up Y/N. I’m over you. Like you said, we’re done.” At those last two words Jimin throws the box at my feet, the way I did with his shoes.

He moves to go back in the house so I quickly open the box and whip out the pregnancy test.

“I’m pregnant!”

Jimin stops in his tracks, his hand frozen on the door knob. He turns his head slowly to face me.

He stalks back over to me, and grabs the stick from my hand and examines it.

“I-I don’t understand. You said that-”

“I know. I checked that day and it said I wasn’t but I guess it was wrong or faulty. I only broke up with you so harshly so that you wouldn’t wait for me. I felt like I was holding you back from having what you really wanted and I love you so much and I never wanted you to have to give up something so important to you. I’m so sorry Jimin, I never wanted to hurt you. I understand if you never want to see me again–”

My rambled cry is cut off by Jimin’s lips. His hands hold my face to his as he movies his lips against mine. I feel our tears mix together when I melt into the kiss and throw my arms around him.

He pulls away after what feels like forever and holds me to his chest.

He doesn’t say anything and neither do I. Our silence is everything.

—FOUR MONTHS LATER

Jimin swings my hand in his as we walk around the elaborate children’s shop.

“This elephant is cute. It’ll match the animal theme we have going on.” Jimin says but I’m miles away from this conversation.

I’m staring at myself in the mirror. More specifically I’m staring at my protruding stomach.

Jimin catches me and puts his arms around me from behind. He hums into my neck.

“What are you thinking about?” He asks, placing a kiss on my shoulder.

“About all the clothes I won’t be able to fit into.” I sigh.

“What are you thinking about?” I ask.

“That you look cute with a baby bump.”

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~Armygirl

there's a new app or something
  • Girl: Did you get the new app?
  • Boy: What app?
  • Girl: The new app, stupid.
  • Boy: What does it do?
  • Girl: It's new! Check it out. *fires up app*
  • New App: *in a fresh and cool voice* Welcome to the new app.
  • Boy: I still don't understand what it does.
  • Girl: You can press this button here and it checks for the latest version of the new app. Watch. *boop*
  • New App: Boop received. There are ZERO new updates.
  • Girl: Isn't it cool?
  • Boy: I'm really not into it.
  • Girl: C'mon. You have to be. Everyone's using it.
  • Boy: I'm not really into the same things everyone else is.
  • Girl: You're always such a hispter, but that's your choice.
  • Boy: Yeah, it's my choice and I'm proud of it.
  • *later, elsewhere*
  • Group of People: Wow, the new app rules, right? I love it. I like booping it to see if there's any new updates. We should all boop it now. No, I think we should wait. You're stupid. Yeah, let's all boop it forget the other guy. *boopboopboopboopboopboop*
  • New App: Bbbooooppppp rreeecciiieeeevvvveeedddd. Ooonneeeeee nnnnnneewwww uuuuppppdddaaaattttteeeeeee aaaaavvvvvvvaaaillllllabbbbbl-
  • Boy: *watching from afar* What a bunch of sheep. How can they get excited over a stupid app that does nothing. It's mob mentality if I've ever seen it. One person downloads a useless app, so everyone else has to. Thank god that I'm appless and entirely free from banal social dogma.
  • New App: New update has finished downloading. Activating new feature, outcast locater. One outcast located directly to the south of your group. He's watching from the alleyway.
  • Boy: Huh?
  • Group of People: *rush over the alleyway* Whoa, there really was a guy watching us from the alleyway! What a weirdo! Does he really not have the app? No one doesn't have the app, it's the newest app. Hey, do you not have the app?
  • Boy: I have to go.
  • Group of People: Don't go! Why don't you have the app? Actually, fuck off if you don't have the new app, freak!
  • Boy: *runs away* Why did they all gang up on me like? *stomach growls* Now I'm hungry after running like that. I best go to that sandwich shop over yonder and eat a... hmmm sandwich.
  • Cashier: Hello, sweetie. What kind of sandwich can I get you today?
  • Boy: Just a bread sandwich. Like, a sandwich with three slices of bread and meats, vegetables, cheeses, or condiments.
  • Cashier: *phone vibrates* Hold on, sweetie. The new app is booping me, there might be a new update.
  • New App: Hey, do you see the kid standing in front of you?
  • Cashier: You mean that very cute boy?
  • New App: Yes, him. He doesn't have the new app.
  • Cashier: What!?
  • New App: It's true.
  • Cashier: You have the new app, don't you?
  • Boy: Well, no.
  • Janitor: *stops mopping the floor* That's kind of weird.
  • Cashier: It's actually very weird.
  • Boy: I don't understand what the big deal is, it's just a dumb app.
  • Cashier: It's not dumb, everyone's using it!
  • Janitor: *locks the doors* It's suspicious that you're not using it, son. Why don't you take a seat and wait here for a moment.
  • Cashier: Yeah, me an my colleague, the janitor, have to talk. Your sandwich will be out in a moment.
  • Boy: *nervously sits*
  • *the janitor and cashier huddle behind the counter and whisper to each other*
  • Boy: *internally* This is ridiculous. Why is this stupid app getting me into so much trouble. I'm not required to download it. It's just an app. So why is everyone getting so aggressive about it.
  • Cops: *knock at the door*
  • Janitor: *lets them in* Welcome officers.
  • Cops: So we hear that someone isn't using the new app, eh?
  • Janitor: Yes officer, he's sitting right over there. He's terrible! TERRIBLE!
  • Cops: Calm down, sir. We'll take care of this. *walks over to the boy, very authoritatively* Hello, son. Now, don't be intimidated just because we're cops and all. We simply want to know why you aren't using the new app.
  • Boy: I don't know, I just don't feel like using it.
  • Cops: But you realize it's the most innovative app to be released in the past decade. It was developed by Darkheart Studios, and you know those Darkhearts always make good stuff.
  • Boy: I just don't get why I have to download it. Like, what's the big deal? All it does is update itself.
  • *cops look at each other puzzled*
  • Cops: *phone vibrates* Oh, looks like the app has something to tell us. Lemme just give it a boop. *boop*
  • New App: Boop received. New has update finished downloading. Activating new feature, extermination of the sacrilegious. Kill the boy, officers. End his miserable life.
  • Cops: Are you telling us to shoot the boy because he hasn't downloaded the app.
  • New App: Not necessarily, but any means of extermination is sufficient.
  • Cops: I don't think we should kill the boy. The new app is great an all, but not worth killing over. In fact, it's getting kind of old. I think we should take the boy down to the station for safe keeping while we figure out what's going with this here bizarre app. Hey there, little guy... oh.
  • Boy: *gone*
  • Cops: He's gone. Now where did he run off too?
  • Boy: *runs panicked down the street, the cellphone of every single person vibrating and ringing as he passes them*
  • Boy: *runs into his house and locks himself in his bedroom* What did I do to deserve this? I should just download the app and spare myself this hell. No! I refuse, I won't fall in with trends like all the sheeple. I'm special. I'm different.
  • Sister: *knocks at the boy's bedroom door, clutching a knife behind her back* Little brother, open up. I have to talk to you about something. It's important.
  • Boy: I don't feel like talking, leave me alone.
  • Sister: Come on, I'm your sister. You can trust me, open up. *tries to force the door open* Open the fucking door!
  • Boy: You're acting crazy, leave me alone!
  • Sister: Fine. *stomps off*
  • Boy: *hides under his blankets*
  • *a cacophony of cellphone notification sounds come from outside of the bedroom window*
  • Boy: *sheepishly peaks out the window, his blanket still wrapped around him*
  • *a mob of people, some armed with weapons stand in his backyard*
  • Leader of the Mob: Kid, we all know you didn't download the new app. Unfortunately, the app says we gotta kill you unless you do. I personally think that's unreasonable, but it is the new app after all, and who am I to question it?
  • Boy: Fuck your stupid app! It doesn't even do anything!
  • Leader of the Mob: What a bad attitude. It's the new sensation.
  • Boy: You're sheep!! You're all stupid sheep!! I'm never downloading the stupid fucking app!!
  • Leader of the Mob: Then we have to burn down your house, kid.
  • Boy: My dad is super rich and influential. If you burn down my house, he'll have you guys taken care of.
  • Dad: *from the mob* I actually support them, son. It's disconcerting to me as a father that you don't have the new app when everyone else does. I could support your through anything, but not this.
  • Boy: Wha- dad!? Argh! Just burn the house! I don't care! I'm not afraid to die!! At the end of the day, I'll be a martyr and you'll all still be fucking nobodies!!
  • Leader of the Mob: Whatever ya say, kid. *tosses torch at the house*
  • *the rest of the mob follows and the house quickly goes up in flames*
  • Boy: I guess this is it. This is how I die. All over a dumb app that doesn't do anything but boop.
  • *flames reach the bedroom window*
  • Boy: Oh god, oh god, oh god! I've changed my mind! I don't want to die!! *frantically pulls out his phone as the flames grow and downloads the new app*
  • New App: *boop* Thank you for downloading the new app, boy. Now, you've been forgiven. You may live. Please be sure to boop me to check for updates.
  • Boy: I feel so fucking stupid, but at least I'll live. I just have to get out of here.
  • Boy: *rushes into the hallway, but the flames have engulfed the entire house*
  • *the ceiling collapses, trapping the boy in the hallway and ceiling any exits*
  • Boy: No! Someone help me! *coughs* I'm sorry! Please help! I downloaded the app!
  • Boy: *curls up in fetal position* I don't want to die. Fire fighters will come and save me or something like that, I'm sure of it! I'm so scared! I don't want to die! I don't want to die! It can't end like this!
  • *The End*
🏴 Imagines ; punk/pastel 🏳

🏁 Gang member!Phil and his baby pastel!Dan; Dan’s quite a slut and flirts with all of the other men in the gang. Most of them have learned by now to not give in to his hypnotics, no matter how sexy he’s being, no matter how slowly he’s grinding down on them. But every now and then someone new will come around who doesn’t know the rules. Once Phil caught some guy undressing Dan and broke his nose. Dan sees it all as a game, laughing and teasing him even as Phil has him pinned to the ground with his arms behind his back. Phil edges him and teases him until he’s screaming; until he finally understands that Dan is HIS, and only his.

🏁 Trans!pastel!Dan being really dysphoric at school; he just doesn’t feel right, he doesn’t feel comfortable in his body. Honestly he just wants to curl up and die. When Phil comes up to his locker, he avoids his eyes. “Look, Phil, I’m really not up for having you hitting on me right now.” Phil just pauses, and frowns, and the realization crosses his features. “Dan. I need to show you something.” He lifts his shirt, revealing the binder under the black tee. And Dan feels a little bit better the rest of the day.

🏁 Pastel! Dan and punk! Phil as neighbors; they have a family dinner at Dan’s house because their families are friends. The whole dinner Phil is teasing Dan under the table, drawing his fingertips up and down his thighs and brushing over his bulge. Soon he’s full on palming him, slipping his hand into Dan’s jeans and Dan keeps glaring at him but he just smirks and continues. Finally he interrupts his mum with “hey Dan, I’ve got something upstairs I want to show you.” Their parents agree excitedly, happy they’re becoming friends, when really Phil is fucking him into the mattress, covering his mouth to keep him quiet with husky whispers of “babe, keep quiet, you don’t want them hearing you being such a slut.”

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Protect me? From what? The worst thing that ever happened to me, happened in my own front yard. Life beats you up Titus, it doesn’t matter if you get tooken by a cult or you’ve been rejected over an over an over again on auditions. You can either curl up in a ball and die, like Cindy did that time, or you can stand up and say: “we’re different, we’re the strong ones and you can’t break us”.

Sugar & Spice | 01

~ Sugar Daddy AU ~ Wonho x Reader ~ fluff ~ Rated M (suggestive themes) ~

Word Count: 4.6k

A/N: this will most likely be three parts? Somewhere there, not all that long. Also rip guess who became a Monsta X stan lmao. Been lookin for sugar daddies and was thinking about Wonho as a sugar daddy then this fic was born lmao


Money isn’t real, you decided angrily.

Money is a form of exchange created to destroy your entire life. You hated all rich people because they had too much money and were too fucking selfish to share it with all the poor people in the world, and by ‘all the poor people’ you mean you. You cursed your existence. Why did God have to make your poor and then decide that the societal norm for making a living required paying thousands to go to school to learn some shit so that you might get a job and live comfortably.

Why, in all that is good and pure, did your card have to decline like this? Right now? All you wanted was a subway cookie. That was all you wanted. You knew you couldn’t afford to buy anything that has any nutritional value, but you didn’t think you were this fucking poor. Subway cookies are the cheapest thing on the menu! How the fuck did you not have enough money to buy even that?

“Would you like to try again?” the woman behind the counter asked, offering you a sympathetic smile.

You could’ve cried in that moment. You felt the burn of shame as tears were beginning to form, closing your throat and making your mouth quiver uncontrollably. You’d do anything to just disappear into the void in that moment, anything to escape the mortification of not having a dollar in your bank account to pay for a fucking cookie.

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valentine’s day is a terrible day to confess your love

“So,” Maki raises an eyebrow, one hand on her hip and the other playing with her hair in that annoying gesture she always, always seemed to do when unimpressed. “What’s this, exactly?”

Nico hadn’t really prepared an answer – with chocolate in both hands, she would’ve thought the answer to be clear as day. Then again, Nozomi had warned her that probably the only person more dense than herself (thanks, fucker) was the girl in front of her, so, well, perhaps she should have planned for that.

Not that any of Nico’s plans had been going right today, mind you, so what the hell was a plan anyway?

“Uh,” Nico stumbles over words and over herself as she struggles to maintain balance, realising she’s reaching out a little far and Maki still isn’t reaching back to take the chocolates. She maintains eye contact for another few painful seconds before the other girl looks away, turning up the left corner of her mouth and creasing her eyebrows. Nico sweats.

“Uh,” she repeats, hands all damn clammy now, goddamnit Eli why did you make this sound so easy – “Chocolate.”

Maki stares at the poorly-wrapped chocolate sitting in Nico’s palms. It’s probably melting, considering just how unfortunately moist her hands have become under the stare of the most unsettling first year this side of Akiba.

“Homemade,” Nico adds, as if it weren’t perfectly obvious to all who had functional eyes that yes, the slightly melty brown stuff was chocolate, and yes, the clumsy wrapping probably indicated it’d been wrapped by hands equally as clumsy. Maki’s eyes are disconcerting, glancing to the chocolates, to Nico, to elsewhere and back, again and again.

Eli never mentioned just how nervewracking this would be. Nico couldn’t even imagine confessing to that sneaky asshole Nozomi – then again, those two were so incredibly disgusting with each other they probably spewed rainbows from their mouths and made lilies bloom around them when it finally happened.

No, the only thing blooming was the anxiety in Nico’s stomach as Maki continued to be evasive, leaving her standing in quite the uncomfortable position, prostrating herself. Then again, maybe this was just her fault because she’d kinda just shoved them in the girl’s face instead of doing something normal like saying “Happy Valentine’s Day!” or “I’m deeply in love with you, please marry me” or “I am so desperate to get in your pants you’re so hot it kills me I’m begging you”.

“I can see that,” Maki finally says, nodding to herself as if yes, that cleared everything up. Which it didn’t. Probably. You could never really tell with redheads. Or Makis. Or redheads named Maki. Yeah.

Nico wonders exactly how she’s going to explain this to the terrible two she calls her buddies – how she’d completely thrown any semblance of The Plan out the window the moment she’d frozen up until a purple gaze. Then again, The Plan had sort of been a wash from the beginning, considering how every time she’d tried to corner Maki alone in order to enact The Plan, some annoying ginger had waltzed along and ruined her chances of enacting The Plan (Nico made a mental note to kick Rin’s ass, later).

“So…” Maki trails off, halfway between making eye contact and staring at Nico’s open palms, still. Nico jolts back to life, stumbling over words and trying to make sense of her oh so conveniently clumsy tongue before –

“Valentine’s Day – Happy Day. For you. Yes.”

Ah, perfect. Just how she wanted to say it.

Before she trails away to curl up and die somewhere in a hole, Nico debates how best to ask Nozomi to scatter her ashes.

Maki, bless her, looks about as embarrassed for Nico as Nico feels herself, and blushes some pink that probably pales in comparison to the apparent luminescence of the shorter girl’s face. Seriously, she should be charging for the light she’s putting out.

“These are,” Maki hesitates, “for me?”

Nico nods, thanking whichever merciful god decided to give her a helping hand in the form of at least one of them being able to form coherent sentences. She doesn’t trust her own tongue to do the same, considering her last shameful display.

“Oh,” Maki says, voice cracking and freezes. Well, no, freezes is probably a little soft – it’s more like she self-destructs in a gentle, contained kind of way. Her face blossoms into a pretty miasma of blotchy red, and her limbs seize up, hands paused in front of her and mouth just a fraction agape.

Nico would have laughed if she weren’t in the exact same situation, so she instead opts for mumbling “Here,” and storming off.

She finds Nozomi eavesdropping behind the school wall, who promptly guffaws.

“I can’t breathe, Nico,” she wheezes, five minutes later. Nico stands there in despair.

Ten minutes later, Nozomi still isn’t together enough to stand.

(Maki drops the chocolates three times before managing to regain function of her body.)

Angel (III)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jackson

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 3,511

Summary:  You’re a medical intern, always a perfectionist and used to being the best at everything you do. Jackson Wang is the male nurse beloved by everyone and constantly on your nerves. When you two are brought together, it could be the best or the worst thing that’s ever happened.

Originally posted by jypnior

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