didn't know what else to put

paint heaven and anger the gods

so the trailer for miss hokusai advertised one type of movie, and then the actual movie was …. something else entirely. but the trailer gave me ideas, so here they are:

there is girl –


there is woman –


there is a young woman, an old girl, and she has the eyes of youth but the weight upon her shoulders is that of age. or perhaps it is the other way around. perhaps she has the eyes of age, but upon her shoulder is the weightlessness of youth, of ignorance.

there she is, whatever she is.

her name is kana.

she is the daughter of a famous painter, known as juro. he is a man larger than life, and he paints wonderful things. he takes what is ugly, and makes it beautiful. he paints an unhandsome woman as a goddess, a sneering merchant as a king, a dirty city as a glowing capitol. he leaves all he touches brighter than it was found.

kana is not like her father.

she is a painter, but she is not famous. she has a mother she doesn’t speak to, and younger sister she visits as much as she can. she has pushed them both aside to follow her father, to sit with him in dirty shacks putting ink to paper as she does her best to make beautiful things. she throws off the expectations of her gender, of her station, of anything and everything in her pursuit to be a master painter.

technique is easy. she completes half of her father’s painting while he drinks, while he whores, while he seduces lords and ladies, while he paints empty things for empty people, while he leaves her alone in their dirty shacks. she can do the detail work, has a steady hand and a sharp eye, but when it comes to the whole picture – it is left lacking.

“her work lacks your beauty,” an old man says, talking to her old father while she kneels in the corner, ink staining her hands, the floor, ink just – staining.

“of course it does,” her father says, offhand. “how can she paint what she does not know?”

kana never expected lack of knowledge to be her downfall.

so that night when her father is gone, she does not stay in to work. instead kana paints her face, wears a kimono that’s too small on her, and goes to the worst part of the city, to where the alleyways and walls are stained red by the glow of the lanterns.

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I tried to put as many different flags in this picture as possible!

Reiner: bear pride (does it count without his beard?) | Bertholdt: bisexual | Historia: lesbian (”feminine”) | Ymir: lesbian (“butch”) | Hanji: genderqueer | Erwin: pansexual | Levi: demisexual | Armin: asexual | Marco: gay | Jean: polysexual

Platonic Sentence Starters
  • [ Requested by Anon forever ago! Sorry for taking so long! : ]
  • "I would punch someone for you."
  • "I set up a blanket fort in the living room."
  • "You made me a blanket fort?!"
  • "Do you mind if I cuddle up next to you?"
  • "I love a good cuddle. Come here!"
  • "Here, I brought you some comfort food."
  • "Do you want me to order some pizza or something gross for you to indulge in?"
  • "You'd tell me if I got fat, right?"
  • "Can you look at my eye and tell me if there's something wrong with it?"
  • "We can hug it out if you want."
  • "Your smile is contagious, you know."
  • "You weren't supposed to cut yourself. Here's a bandaid."
  • "Are you up to going out to eat?"
  • "I got up and made some coffee so you'd have some before you left. No thanks needed."
  • "Real talk, I support you and everything you do."
  • "Don't real talk. It makes me think you're getting too sappy."
  • "It's okay to cry. I'm here for you."
  • "You had a bit too much to drink last night, so I put you to bed before you got into trouble."
  • "If you're nervous, you can hold my hand."
  • "I don't know what I'd do if I didn't have you."
  • "Oh, I'm sure you'd have someone else to support you. You're pretty great."

So my brain is not remembering words at the moment, like the name of the place where they keep all the camera monitors, so I’m just going to call that the base… 

Requested by billcipher1989

You had been sitting at base with Aaron for the past 30 minutes, monitoring every room and listening to the audio to see if you could pick up any movement or sounds.  In one of the monitors, you could see Zak looking around the room with the spirit box, trying to communicate with one of the spirits that he had been following around for most of the time.  Getting caught up in staring at him, admiring his form and everything about him, it took you a few seconds to realize that Aaron was trying to get your attention.  Looking at him, you took the headphones off.  “Did you find something?”  You ask, trying to be oblivious to the dorky grin that was on his face.  It was Aaron, he was always smiling about something.  

“Only thing I found was you staring a little too intently at those monitors.  Specifically the one with Zak.”  He nudged your shoulder, causing you to push back.  “Psh, please.  I’m monitoring.  It’s not my fault if he’s standing in one of the frames.”  He wasn’t buying it for a second.  “Uh-huh.. so when are you gonna tell him you like him?”  “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”  You said nonchalantly, returning your gaze back to the monitors, realizing that Zak was no longer in view.   “Come on, Y/N.  It’s painfully obvious that you like him. Only person who doesn’t seem to know is Zak himself. “  You looked at him again, a light pink tint showing up on your cheeks,  thinking how careful you were trying to be to keep this as your secret.  “Painfully obvious, huh… Fine, I’ll admit it, I like Zak.  But it doesn’t matter because he’s shown no indication that he feels the same way.”  

Right before you could continue your thought, you heard the door slam behind you, causing you and Aaron to whip your head around.  You felt your face flush as soon as you saw Zak standing there, his arms folded across his strong muscly chest.  “What’s going on here?”  He asked, his expression faltering as he tried to hide his smirk.   “Nothing, we’re just.. I’m watching the monitors and he’s checking sound.. we’re working.. did you.. did you get anything?”  You were going to pretend like he didn’t hear everything you just said.  He came in after you mentioned his name.  He doesn’t know a thing.  

“Can I talk to you for a second, Y/N?  Outside?”  Your shoulders fell and you gave a nod.  This was it, you were going to get fired. You were on the job, you shouldn’t have been talking about feelings or stupid shit like that, you should have been professional.  "Look, I’m really sorry.  I don’t know how much you heard, but I should have kept it-”  “I heard enough, I think.”  He interrupted.  Your head dropped and you looked at your hands.  Your face burning up, and even through the terribly lit hallway, you knew he could still see your bright red face.  “I’m sorry, it won’t happen again.”  “Hey, listen.. I’m not here to yell at you, you’re not in trouble.”  He chuckled lightly, placing his hand on your shoulder to try to get you to relax.  “I just wanted to make it known that… I do like you.. I just didn’t realize you had any kind of feelings for me.”   You smiled, happy and relieved it took this turn.  “I heard.”  You laughed.  He nodded, a smile playing at the ends of his lips.  

A Hyperactive Fruit, a Nasty Neighbour and a Love Story

Finally, finally, my contribution to the HD Cocks and Joggers fest (@cocksandjoggers) is here! I worked hard on this story so I really hope you’ll like it <3 I just hope it makes you laugh at least half as much as it made me. Much love to @partialtopotter for betaing and for her amazing advice and just in general for being the best! And much love to the entire Drarry Squad Discord for just being awesome and supportive and helpful. <3 <3 <3


20k, Explicit 

Summary:  Potter’s pet Niffler is wreaking havoc in Godric’s Hollow and Draco, the Assistant Head to the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, is the one that has to deal with it. Repeatedly. The fact that Potter keeps coming to Draco’s office in grey jogging bottoms - repeatedly - does in no way help the matter.


The first time Draco Malfoy saw Harry Potter in those abhorrent clothes was on a dreadful and dreary Monday in the first week of August. If it weren’t for Potter and his ludicrously inappropriate fashion sense he would have forgotten the day in a week – after all dreadful and dreary Mondays featured aplenty in his life. Alas, Harry James Potter, hero extraordinaire, egalitarian philanthropist, and Witch Weekly’s Most Handsome Wizard of the Year – for ten years in a row  was currently – most un-handsomely – sprawled in the brown leather armchair opposite Draco’s office desk.

Draco sized him up with a stern look.

Dumbledore's Will
  • Harry: Sir, what should I do when–
  • Dumbledore: I'm afraid I must ask you to leave now, my boy, for I have much to do.
  • Harry: But I'm free, I could help–
  • Dumbledore: ALAS, IF ONLY! Be on your way now!
  • Harry: *leaves*
  • Dumbledore, to himself: Alright, now that Harry's gone I can finally write my will, in which I shall bequeath him the Sword of Gryffindor. Lol it's not really mine but who cares, I'm the boss! I wish I could have told him what it's for or even given it to him just now, but we wouldn't want to ruin the surprise! I hope the Ministry doesn't try to keep it from him! Surely not, they're all such good, helpful people. And Miss Granger should totally receive this book of Fairy Tales. She loves books and I'm sure she'd never forgive me if I didn't leave her with a good mystery to solve while Harry's trying to figure out what the fuck to do with the sword! Oh, speaking of Harry, I really should give him the resurrection stone as well. He'll be so happy to receive gifts from me after I'm gone, I bet he'll even cry!! OOH, WHAT IF I PUT IT IN THIS SNITCH AND CHARM IT SO IT WILL ONLY OPEN WHEN HE'S READY TO DIE, that'll be iconic. And for Ronald–
  • Harry: *comes back in* Sir, are you sure there's nothing else–
  • Dumbledore: NO HARRY I'VE TOLD YOU EVERYTHING I KNOW, TRUST ME CHILD. By the way, how about tomorrow we go check out this cool cave I found?
Agents of SHIELD AU where it's the same but Robbie Reyes was there from the start
  • *Robbie and Lincoln are in the Quinjet. Daisy is sleeping to the side*
  • Robbie: So...you and Daisy?
  • Lincoln: Yeah.
  • Robbie: When?
  • Lincoln: Few days ago, before the whole raid on Gideon Malick's fortress. Why you ask?
  • Robbie: Nothing. Just needed to confirm to myself.
  • Lincoln: *chuckles* Not jealous or anything, right?
  • Robbie (lying): Hell no, I was just asking.
  • /
  • /
  • *Robbie slams Grant Ward to the wall. This is in season 2, when Ward was in custody*
  • Ward (provoking): Go ahead...prove to everyone that you're just a monster. Prove to Skye she was wrong about trusting you.
  • *Robbie lets go of Ward*
  • Robbie: You're lucky everyone wants you alive. I promise you...if you ever put the team in danger again...I'll personally drag your ass to hell.
  • Ward: Sounds lovely.
  • /
  • /
  • Daisy: I don't know when but...one of us is going to die.
  • Robbie: Eh, I already died. Not too scared, to be honest.
  • Daisy: *glares at him*
  • /
  • /
  • Hunter: My ex-wife, she was a raging she-devil. One time-
  • Robbie: Metaphorical devil or literal devil?
  • Hunter: Why you ask, mate?
  • Robbie: Because I've met the actual devil so I should know from first-hand experience.
  • Hunter: *stares, dumbfounded*
  • Trip: ...bro, you are weird. Cool but weird.
  • /
  • /
  • *Fitz is trying to open the Monolith*
  • Robbie: Damn it man, get away from there!
  • *Robbie tries to push Fitz away but Fitz pushes him back*
  • Fitz: Get away from me!
  • Robbie: Dude, I'm just trying to help-
  • Fitz: You wanna help, Robbie? How about you open a portal to whatever is on the other side!
  • Robbie: I told you, it doesn't work like that! I need to know where I'm going-
  • Fitz: Then you're useless!
  • *pause*
  • Fitz: I'm sorry, I didn't mean what I said-
  • Robbie: Nah, it's cool. I get it. Don't worry man...we'll find a way.
  • Fitz: You haven't given up on her like everyone else?
  • Robbie: Not yet. I mean...I'm living proof that you can come back from anything...even from death.
  • /
  • /
  • Daisy: So there's me, you, Lincoln, Joey, and Elena.
  • Robbie: A.k.a. Yo-Yo.
  • Daisy: Exactly. Time to put this Secret Warriors project to the test.
  • Robbie: You know I'm not Inhuman, right? Me being part of the team is technically cheating.
  • Daisy: Shh...the less the public knows, the better.
  • Robbie: Yeah but what kind of Inhuman can melt their face off and possess objects like a demon?
  • Daisy: You never know. I mean...the Hive lives inside people's corpses and Andrew Garner turns into a bluish monster thing.
  • Robbie: ...fair enough.
Time Wanderer

(for those who can’t read it and just addin some things i didnt add there, which is probably everyone cus even I am havin some trouble i shoulda thought this through ah-)

Age - 17 
Birthday - Feb 1st
Height - 5′6 (170.68 cm)
Weight - 127 lbs.
Sexuality - Bisexual
Gender - Male
Disorders - Paranoia, eating disorder, depression, insomnia, stutters
Characteristics - Shy, gets upset and scared easily, kind hearted, low-self esteem, caring, nervous wreck.
Bio - He lived in an AU which was at constant war with each other, giving him trust issues and such low esteem and worth. Once he ‘lost’ his AU and was stuck in an anti-void, he searches day and night for his AU.

Likes - Cats, his boyfriend Marshmallow, chocolate, loves his friends, the color blue, sunsets, hugs, cuddles, warmth, being with people he loves/friends, his scarf, peace.

Hates - Dogs, Gate Master ( @juliet0129′s child), pain, war, violence, sleep, eating, the color red, blood, his left eye (the blue one), his scars, loud noises, surprises, his stuttering, his friends getting hurt, being useless.


exo shitpost #2: exo at the carnival
  • junmyeon: alright assholes go wild
  • chanyeol: hoo boy i'm going to win me some prizes
  • baekhyun: you suck ass at everything what could you possibly win
  • chanyeol: that thing with the hammer
  • sehun: your arms are two limp noodles lmao
  • chanyeol: fuck you
  • luhan: your weak ass can't even get it past the halfway mark
  • chanyeol: i don't deserve this verbal abuse you try it
  • luhan: what. the fuck.
  • luhan: it doesn't work
  • sehun: excuses are for the cheap
  • luhan: this is bullshit, this game is rigged, and we are going home
  • -
  • yifan: ok junmyeon let us get wild
  • junmyeon: would you fuck off i will not ride a roller coaster
  • yifan: why
  • junmyeon: because i may shit myself
  • junmyeon: but also because i don't want to be seen next to your crusty ass
  • yifan: why did i ever love you
  • -
  • jongdae: fuck yes corndogs
  • kai: holy shit kyungsoo take it slow
  • kyungsoo: i am a hungry bitch today don't speak to me
  • jongdae: did you really just inhale that entire corndog
  • kyungsoo: it's not that big
  • kai: i can personally assure you he's seen bigger
  • jongdae: wow kyungsoo, king of the dick
  • kyungsoo: if you don't shut up right now i might eat you
  • -
  • zitao: fuck i lost my watch, i must have left it on the ferris wheel
  • minseok: you irresponsible fuck what did i tell you about leaving your goddamn shit everywhere
  • zitao: here, take my ice cream and put it on your tits because you need to chill
  • minseok: /rubbing nosebridge/ how much did that stupid thing cost
  • zitao: it was gucci
  • minseok: i just pissed my pants
  • zitao: relax jethro i have like ten more at home
  • minseok: what
  • zitao: eleven including the one i gave to candy
  • minseok: you have eleven gucci watches, one of which is for your dog, and you still gave me a fucking slurpee for my birthday
  • zitao: at least it was a jumbo size
  • minseok: you're dead to me
  • -
  • yixing: life is fantastic
  • kyungsoo: you're a cheery mf today aren't you
  • yixing: why are you so pessimistic, go inhale another corndog
  • kyungsoo: i can't eat too many, i'm corn intolerant
  • yixing: that's not a thing
  • kyungsoo: i'm also mildly allergic to dogs
  • yixing: that's,,,, not how it works
  • luhan: don't bother this is from the same guy who didn't know how dna works
  • kyungsoo: no more kimchi spaghetti for you
  • -
  • sehun: cotton candy BITCH
  • chanyeol: this is your fifth one, stop it
  • sehun: i am in love with this shit
  • chanyeol: diabetes says hello
  • sehun: i might dye vivi this colour
  • chanyeol: what the fuck she's not an easter egg
  • sehun: doggosthetic
  • chanyeol: s e h u n that's abuse pLEASE DON’T DO THAT
  • -
  • yifan: aw fuck
  • junmyeon: what now you overgrown baby
  • yifan: i'm too tall for the bumpercars
  • junmyeon: too bad
  • yifan: this is no fair
  • junmyeon: go ride something else you ingrate
  • yifan: that's it i'm putting you on the death drop
  • junmyeon: you better freaking not
  • yifan: hi yes one ticket for the death drop
  • junmyeon: nonononono im sure i don't meet your height requirement eheheh
  • yifan: don't worry dear, they have seats for shrimps like you!
  • junmyeon: WU YI FAN YoU fUckeR
  • yifan: enjoy bitchy!!
  • junmyeon: YoU haVe a laWSUiT oN YoUR handS
  • -
  • jongin: i love the fact that i still look hot in all of these
  • jongdae: hey baekhyun this mirror's got me looking just like you
  • baekhyun: how so?
  • jongdae: makes me look ugly as shit
  • jongin: im piSSing
  • baekyun: this kind of commentary is the reason no one loves you
  • -
  • luhan: haunted house, leggo
  • zitao: fuck this shit i'm out
  • minseok: nah i'm in let's do it
  • yixing: zitao i'll protect you
  • zitao: too late i'm already crying
  • minseok: oh ShiT i am Spooked
  • luhan: his soul has left him
  • yixing: you made it taozi, i’m proud of you
  • zitao: thanks yixing, the only thing that helped me through it was the fact that those goblins back there kinda resembled you and it was really funny
  • yixing: wow, this is basically bullying!
  • -
  • junmyeon: well boys, it's been fun
  • kyungsoo: no it has not
  • junmyeon: but we must head back to hell
  • yifan: he means home
  • junmyeon: trust me, i mean hell

anonymous asked:

This is one of the moments that makes me think SC are not together: In a joint interview (I remember SC were on the RC, not sitting in a room), when talking about Nell Hudson (who plays Laoghaire), Cait said Sam was getting friendly with her during the filming. Sam looked a bit caught off guard, like he didn't expect that. Then, Cait quickly moved on to talk about how Nell was an accomplished young woman being both an actress and a musician.

You know I so want to see this now, cause the way you tell it makes me think the contrary, like it would be total couple’s teasing when you hint someone was making eyes at someone else, just to put them in that uncomfortable situation of not knowing what to say or do while you are laughing inside seeing them struggle *grins*

Warning ⚠️: DO NOT read this part if you haven’t read the parts before this one! This part contains major spoilers (a.k.a the questions you’ve been asking me since I first posted this series 😂)

{Part 1} {Part 2} {Part 2.5} {Part 3} {Part 4} {Part 5}

More warnings ⚠️: This part contains: A LOT of angst and A LOT of curse words, so stay tuned. Also, hold onto your hearts when reading this, because they might break :)

A/n: Don’t hate me too much, I’m sorry 😭


“Y/n, they’re right. You need to call the police.” Your friend Namjoon says as you two walk down the hallway, along with two other friends.

“I told you,” you started, sighing. “I can’t. They won’t be able to do anything.”

“Well, you can’t live like this. It’s creepy.” Your other friend, Jungkook, says.

What were you supposed to do? What could you do? Call the police? That wouldn’t work.

“Yoongi-hyung! Tell y/n that she needs to call the police!” Jungkook says to your other friend.

Yoongi looked at you as the four of you walked. “You should call the police, y/n.”

“But they won’t be able to track anything.” You explain. “But you should at least see what they can do.” He says.

You sighed, not knowing what you were gonna do. Everyone is telling you to call the police, but you can’t! They won’t do anything. They won’t find anything. So how is the police supposed to help you?

The four of you all split up. The boys’ lockers were near each other, so they walked in a different direction than you. “See you in class.” They all said before you walked your different ways.

As you approached your locker, Jimin was standing by his. His back was facing you, and it looked like he was looking down at something he was holding.

You slowly walked up to him. Your plan was to scare him. “Jimin!” You said, hitting his shoulder lightly.

When you did that, Jimin jumped, dropping everything in his hand. “Oh my gosh.” Jimin says as something that like looked like pictures dropped down.

“Jimin, I’m so sorry.” You apologized. “Let me help you.” You say as you both bent down to pick up the pictures on the ground.

“No, it’s fine.” Jimin says. “You don’t have to help me.” He picks up some of the pictures.

You picked up some of them anyways, despite Jimin’s pleas for you to not, feeling bad for knocking them out of his hand in the first place. “Y/n, I can pick them up myself. Don’t help me!”

You grabbed a bunch of pictures off the floor. Then something caught your eye. The first picture you saw was—

a picture of you.

Your eyes widened. The picture was of you standing in your bedroom, doing something on your phone. It was taken from outside of your window.

You looked at the rest of the pictures. They were all of you. All of them.

Some were taken from outside your window, like the last one. Some were taken at school. Some were taken and random places you had gone.

You stood up and so did Jimin. He saw that you were looking at the pictures, and his eyes widened. “Y/n,” he started.

You shook your head, not wanting to say anything. “Y/n, this isn’t what it looks like. Please let me explain.”

Before he could get another sentence out, you shoved the pictures into his chest, waking away. “Y/n!” He called.

Jimin was your stalker? How could he? He’s one of your best friends! How could he do this to you?

He acted as if he was trying to help you. He told you to call the police and all, but he’s one of the people behind this. You couldn’t believe it.

Now that you know Jimin was one of your stalkers, there were two more that were still unknown to you.

Who could it be? Another one of your friends? Most likely.

How are you supposed to know which boys you can trust and which boys you can’t trust?

“Hey. You look tense.” One of your friends says as you sit down beside him in class.

“Well, maybe I am tense, Taehyung.” You say, rolling your eyes. “Woah. What’s your problem, y/n?” He asks.

“Mind your business.” You tell him, taking your notebook out of your book bag and starting to write what the teacher had on the board.

“Y/n,” you heard someone call you about 5 minutes later. You turned to your other side (the side that Taehyung wasn’t sitting on) and saw Jungkook. “What, Jungkook?” You ask, looking back at your notebook.

“Why are you so upset?” He asks.

“You should know, shouldn’t you? You’re good friends with Jimin. I’m sure you’re a part of this too.” You say.

“A part of what?” He asks you.

“Like you don’t know.” You rolled your eyes, looking at Jungkook. “I don’t know. What are you talking about, y/n?” He responds.

“Just forget it, Jungkook.” You say, turning to your notebook.

After school ended, you went looking for Jimin. You had to talk to him about this. You just couldn’t believe that it was him. You also had to find out who the other two people were.

Luckily, you found Jimin. He was outside, sitting on the bleachers, doing some work.

You walked to him. He saw your shadow and looked up at you. “Y/n!” He says, closing his book as soon as your eyes met.

“Y/n, have you been avoiding me all day?” He asked, putting the book in his bag. “Can you blame me?” You ask, sitting beside him, but not too close.

“Look, y/n,” he starts, looking at you. “I know you think I’m weird. I didn't—” before he could finish, you spoke over him.

“Of course I think you’re weird. You’re my friend, Jimin. But now I find out that you’re stalking me, and taking pictures of me. What else am I supposed to think?”

“I didn’t take those pictures, y/n.”

“Then who took it? Boogeyman?” You ask, sarcastically. “And if you didn’t take them, how did you get them? And why were you looking through them?”

“I found them in my locker. Someone put it in there.”

“Do you know who it is?”

Jimin stayed quiet, not answering your question. He looked down at his feet, not saying a thing.

“So you do know who it is?” You ask.

“Y/n…” he sighs, not answering your question.  

“Is it someone that was in that stupid group chat? You were in it too, weren’t you, Jimin?” You asked. Before he could speak, you kept talking. “Ever since you guys put me in that chat, it’s all I can think about. Your numbers were unknown, but all I could think about was the color of the numbers. Purple, blue and tan. There were three people, and I’m sure you’re one of them, Jimin. Which one were you?”

Jimin looked up at you, taking a deep breath. “The blue one.” He sighs.

“Jesus Christ, Jimin!” You say, pushing his chest. “Why would you do this? You texted me creepy things. You came to my house and said even more creepy things. Why?” You ask.

“Y/n, I’m sorry.” He apologizes.

“Sorry isn’t going to fix anything! You’re my friend, Jimin. How could you do this to me? I trusted you.” You say.

“Y/n,” he starts. “No. Before you say anything else. Tell me: who were the other people in the group? There were three of you. You’re blue, so who’s purple and tan?” You asked.

“Y/n, I can’t tell you.”

“Bullshit! Tell me, Jimin!” You said, raising your voice.

“Please calm down, y/n.”

“Calm down? How can I calm down? I just found out that one of my best friends is my stalker. Who are the others, Jimin? Who are they?”

“I promised them that I wouldn’t tell you. We all promised each other that we would not tell.” He explains.

“Why did you do it? Why did you stalk me?”

“It wasn’t anything personal, y/n. It wasn’t to scare you. It wasn’t supposed to happen this way.” He answers.

“Then how the fuck was it supposed to go?”

“I’m sorry.” He says, not answering your question.

“Fuck your sorry, Jimin. And fuck you. How could you do this to me? I fucking liked you Jimin. You’re my best friend. I loved you. I really did. But not anymore. Not after this.” You say.

Jimin looked at you, and unreadable expression on his face.

“Tell me who the others are.” You said.

“I can’t.”

“Jimin! Fucking tell me! If you don’t, I swear to god, I’m calling the police.” You threaten.

“Y/n, no.” Jimin says, eyes widening. “Don’t.”

“I thought you were my friend.” You say, feeling tears well up at your eyes. “I am your friend, y/n. I care about you. I really do.” He tries to explain.

“Save it. I don’t want to fucking hear it anymore. I just want to know who the other two are. Tell me who they are. I want to talk to them.”

“You want to talk to us? Then talk.” You hear a voice say. You turned your head, looking at the source of the voice.

Then you saw them, standing at the bottom of the bleachers, looking up at you. One with blond hair, and one with brown.

“I was the purple one. Y/n, I’m so fucking sorry.” The brown haired boy says. You felt the tears stream down your eyes, looking at the two. boys who were also a part of this. You stood up, just as they started walking closer to you and Jimin.

“Save your sorry. I don’t fucking want it.” You say. “You two. You fucking idiots. Why the fuck would you do this to me?”

“Y/n, we—” Your eyes darted to the blond haired boy. “I trusted you. All of you. You call yourselves my best friends. Fuck! What have I ever done to deserve this? All I’ve ever given you guys is love. I fucking cared for you.” You cut him off from talking.

“We didn’t mean to hurt you, y/n.”

You rolled your eyes at that. “But you did. You hurt me a lot, Taehyung.” You say.

“It wasn’t to hurt you. It was just for fun at first. It started as a prank.” The blond boy says. “A prank? A fucking prank? I would expect Jimin and Taehyung to pull a prank on me. Not you, Min Yoongi.” You said.

“It was a prank at first. We were going to tell you that it was us. We were. But after a while, we thought you would call the police on us if we revealed ourselves, so we stayed hidden.” Yoongi explains.

“That doesn’t explain the pictures that one of you little assholes took of me.” You point out. “Who took them?”

“Me.” Taehyung says. “I did it. It was a part of the prank. I took pictures, and Jimin was supposed to put them in your locker. We were supposed to scare you.” He explains.

“Do you guys realize how fucked up this is?” You ask them.

“We do. We really do.” Jimin says.

“I can’t forgive you for this.” You say, shaking your head.

“Y/n, we’re sorry. It was a prank that got out of hand.” Taehyung says.

“I was fucking scared for my life. Did you know that? I couldn’t sleep most nights because I was afraid that some fucking stalker would come after me! And the nights I could sleep, I cried myself to sleep. I was so fucking scared. You assholes.” You explained to them.

“We know. We’re sorry, y/n.” Yoongi apologizes.

“We didn’t mean for it to get out of hand. We really didn’t y/n. It was just a joke.” Jimin says.

“Joke my ass. I came to you guys for help! You all told me to call the police because you knew they couldn’t do anything, right? You knew they couldn’t find you. You gave me shit advice.” You say. “I can’t fucking believe this shit.”

“Y/n,” Taehyung started. “Do the other guys know about this too?” You asked, not letting him talk. “Namjoon, Hoseok, Jin and Jungkook. Do they know about this?”

“Hoseok knows. We asked him to help us prank you. It was supposed to be the four of us, but he didn’t want to do it.” Yoongi explains. “We told him not to tell you.”

“Unbelievable.” You said, shaking your head.

“If you call the police, we’d understand. This was a shitty thing to do. We know that.” Taehyung says.

“No. I won’t call the fucking police on you, believe it or not. I would feel guilty if I did that. I don’t know why, but I would. You guys were my friends once, but not anymore.” You say to them. “I don’t want you three to ever talk to me again. Don’t even fucking look at me anymore. I’m so done with you assholes.”

You grabbed your bag from off of the bleachers and started to walk down.

“Y/n, we’re sorry.” Yoongi says.

“We’re so sorry.” Jimin says.

“Please don’t do this to us. You’re our best friend.” Taehyung says.

“I was your best friend. Was. I’m not anymore. Not after you guys pulled this sick fucking ‘prank’.” You said. And with that, you were off.

You’re glad they didn’t follow you, or try to talk to you after you left. You couldn’t handle talking to them anymore. Tears were already streaming down your face.

How could they do that to you? A fucking prank? A prank ins’t supposed to result in you being scared for your life because you think someone is actually coming after you.

How could you ever forgive them?


  • Grog: I saw this in a tavern once, let's sit [the unconscious guards] up like they're just sleeping, and nobody will notice!
  • Taryon: They have - jaw, their jaws are - they're - blood! Their jaws are terrible!
  • Grog: I know, well, didn't you put a mask on Dotty, let's do it again!
  • Taryon: I can't, I don't have extra masks! We need to put them somewhere else!
  • Grog: Look-
  • Travis: I sit one in the corner, and I sit the other one over, like, leaning on his shoulder.
  • Taryon: Oh my god. What?!
  • Grog: This is great, don't worry.
  • Taryon: I - I, even I can tell that those are two -
  • Grog: Look, I've got a better idea!
  • Travis: I take the cask of ale out of the bag of holding and I just start pouring ale all over them.
  • Taryon: Why would they be in here drinking, they're guards on duty!
  • Grog: They're TERRIBLE guards, they made HORRIBLE life choices, they're in the WRONG LINE OF WORK!
  • Travis: I take two chalices and I throw it in their laps.
  • Grog: Cool. Now I need you to vomit on them.
  • Taryon: I- I CAN'T VOMIT!
  • Grog: Do it right now! Put your fingers down your throat and PUKE ON THESE GUARDS!
  • Mrs. Murphy: May I help you boys?
  • James: You got any white bread?
  • Mrs. Murphy: Yes.
  • James: I'll have some toasted white bread please.
  • Mrs. Murphy: You want butter or jam on that toast, honey?
  • James: No ma'am, dry.
  • [Mrs. Murphy gives him a look, then turns to Sirius]
  • Sirius: Got any fried chicken?
  • Mrs. Murphy: Best damn chicken in the country.
  • Sirius: Bring me four fried chickens and a Coke.
  • Mrs. Murphy: You want chicken wings or chicken legs?
  • Sirius: Four fried chickens and a Coke.
  • James: And some dry white toast please.
  • Mrs. Murphy: Y'all want anything to drink with that?
  • James: No ma'am.
  • Sirius: A Coke.
  • Mrs. Murphy: [looks at them skeptically before walking towards the kitchen]Be up in a minute