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what they don’t always tell you about T within informed consent sheets, a better post

since the one going around is filled with blatant misinformation and exaggerated tales of horror to the point that i question whether its intent was good.

the first thing to expect, is that your experience will be unique. there are hundreds of factors to how hormones change your body, and while you will find people with experiences like yours, you will have a different experience. so while this is a general guideline, your experience may be that you don’t experience these things, or that you experience them with intensity. it’s so, so varied. 99% of the stuff they put on informed consent forms is prefaced with ‘YOU MIGHT -’. 

  1. regarding the smells, yes! you will smell different! that is a fact. the hormones are different in your body now, you will start to smell more like what you’d expect from people who have similar amounts of testosterone in their bodies. it can be a little weird, but it’s nothing that deodorant (and sometimes cologne, if you want!) won’t cover up and it’s nothing that’s abnormal and it’s nothing that every other human being doesn’t experience. everyone smells! you just happen to smell different than you used to.
  2. when facial hair grows, when hair everywhere else grows, you can get itchy. my face gets itchy, my head gets itchy, especially when it’s hot it can get frustrating, but it’s no cause for panic. some people might get itchier than others, but it’s just something you’ll deal with and it’s not all that bad. you’ll get used to it and think about it less and less as your body situates.
  3. binding, as with any thing you put on your chest, can cause acne! i’ve seen no difference in wearing sport bras and binders in regards to acne, i’m a DD chest, it’s just what happens when you sweat and compress your chest. having some acne between your boobs is normal, having some on your back is normal, just try to leave it alone and take showers (you can take showers without washing your hair every day if that’s an option!), it’ll be okay.
  4. as with, well, puberty, you’re going to have ups and downs of hunger. sometimes i can just never stop eating! sometimes i don’t feel hungry at all. it’s good to keep track of how much you eat generally and try not to overeat, but you might get cravings for more carb-heavy foods because puberty 2 takes a lot of energy for your body! eating more than normal is, well, normal. drinking a lot of water and things like orange juice can help even this out and it will benefit you in a lot of ways (like keeping your immune system healthy).
  5. your clit will probably grow. it can be kind of jarring, but it’s something you get used to, and everyone experiences this one with a WIDE range of difference. some people only get an inch or so in growth (mine is huge now and it’s still so weird but also so cool), some people can have their clit grow to much bigger! some people can feel their boners, some people get morning wood, and you might feel it in your pants and wearing tight underwear might not be the best in that case, try wearing boxers and loose clothes around the house as much as you can, as well as not wearing your binder too much.
  6. voice drops happen so suddenly you won’t even see them coming, but once the first one happens, you can get a feel for it. usually your voice cracks for a couple weeks/months, SUDDENLY gets deeper, levels off, then cracks again, repeat. it can be sudden, and it also creeps up on you. try keeping logs of your voice, you’ll be so shocked at the difference that only a few months can make! also, people around you will notice your voice changes before you do unless you’re constantly going back on old videos. 
  7. acne is inevitable. to what degree? totally dependent on the person. genetics and health play a big role. you’ll get acne in places you haven’t before, but eventually it will level out. it’s not going to be forever, you have to keep in mind this is second puberty and puberty means random and weird shit! like unfortunate acne! it will pass. try to ignore it as much as you can. 
  8. my period stopped at 4 months in. occasionally, i still get phantom cramps. not for very long usually, but you have to remember that your body has a rhythm, and you’re interrupting that. it’s going to take a while for it to switch gears! talk to your endo/doctor if your pains are excruciating to the point of hospitalization/etc because that can be a sign that something is wrong. also, you usually do blood tests every few months to make sure the hormones are working fine. my periods when i started T ranged from no pain at all and debilitating pain, and i’m someone who previously had extremely painful periods. this gets less common over time! 
  9. try not to do any drugs/alcohol before getting your blood tests done. my endocrinologist knows that i do have weed occasionally and so far that hasn’t been a problem but i think drinking is something you should avoid with blood tests coming up for your safety so they don’t report problems that aren’t there. you’re not going to get in trouble for any of this, you just need to tell them.
  10. every person has a different T dose. i take 100 every other week because of various things: my size, my weight, how the hormones already are in my body. i know some people who are on 200, some who are on 50 weekly, it depends on what your PROFESSIONAL DOCTOR thinks is safe for you, and they WILL adjust accordingly if the need arises between both of you. taking more T than you’re prescribed with the intention of getting quicker effects will actually slow the process and make your body produce more estrogen and can hurt you. you don’t want that! 
  11. it’s not shameful to set up appointments for your shots or not be able to do them yourself, and if you do them yourself it’s okay to mess it up. believe me, i have. every injection is different, but you get a feel for it and mess up less. they would not let you do it at home if it wasn’t safe enough. just watch videos, know what you’re getting into. getting blood drawn hurts more for me than my T shots. it’s okay that sometimes it takes you forever, or no time at all. T shots are your thing and your experience and your choice on how is the most comfortable for you. most doctors prescribe different injection sites based on what they think is best, all of them work. one person doing it in their leg doesn’t negate that it also works in the ass but if you’re told to do it one way, stick to that or talk it out with your doctor to come up with an alternative! the amount of blood that comes out of the injection site is different with each one, the angle is different, and i would HEAVILY SUGGEST sitting down for a while after a shot. one of my shots, i stood up right after and after about 5 minutes of walking i noticed oil just, coming out of the site and down my leg. it was horrible. gravity is your friend and also your enemy, use it wisely. the level of pain with each shot is different too, and remember that needles are supposed to only be put in something once. if you fuck up an injection and pull out too fast or anything, switch out the needle because if you don’t, the tip is more blunt (you probably won’t be able to tell with your plain eyes) and will hurt much more than the first time. shots are weird, each one is an entirely different beast but you’ll get it down. 
  12. T can make you more emotional. REMEMBER - puberty 2! it’s not going to turn you into a raging frothing beast, but if you’re already prone to anger, already prone to frustration, it’s going to happen! i’m prone to getting claustrophobic and stressed out, and T has made that worse, but over time i’ve come to manage it and over time it evens out and i experience it less and less. with hormones comes mood shifts. it’s perfectly reasonable and it’s easier than puberty 1, since you can see it coming and can calm yourself down easier and you know what’s causing it. i get frustrated more easily sometimes, but i sit down, breathe, and know that it’s the hormones, and it makes it SO MUCH easier to deal with.
  13. your genitals in general might get drier. might be the opposite. mine is the latter. my libido is NUTS, it can be weird, but for some people it’s not like that. again, completely dependent on the person. either direction or no change at all, you can expect anything. 
  14. your immune system is weaker and your body is putting a lot of energy into these changes. be aware of that, please for the love of all that’s good wash your hands, stay clear of sick people as much as you can, and try to eat and drink healthy, generally. you might catch colds and the colds can turn worse than most, but being hygienic is the best way to prevent any of that. 
  15. if you stop T, your periods will come back. some medications can’t work with T like some birth control, and before starting any medication please check in with your doctor before to make sure that it’s safe. use your best judgment and be conscious of your health.
  16. T is not an overnight experience. changes take a long time, some longer than others, and being patient is incredibly important. don’t get frustrated at your body, it’s doing it’s best. you’ll get there, some slower and some faster than others. it’s different for everyone. but you WILL get there if you want to get there. 

Producer Jeff Bhasker faced a daunting task several months ago. After having worked with Kanye West and winning Grammy Awards for producing Mark Ronson’s “Uptown Funk,” and Fun.’s 2012 album “Some Nights,” he had to decide whether to take on a new project: the debut solo album of One Direction member Harry Styles.

“I’d just had a baby, and I was kind of like, ‘Eh, I don’t know if I’ll jump into this,‘” Bhasker tells Variety. He agreed to have Styles come over to “just talk,” and proceeded to put him through the Bhasker home sniff test. “My dog tends to bite people, and he was kind of scoping Harry out,” Bhasker explains. Styles “did this move — like a little shoot the gun with his finger, and my dog walked over and started licking his finger. That’s when I was, like, ‘This guy has something special.'”

Once music came into the mix, Bhasker was sold. “He started playing references of what he wanted to do, which sounded like a cool rock band. I got it, and could see where if we pulled this off, it would be one of the coolest things ever. But he needed a buddy who plays guitar like he’s Keith Richards.” The insinuation being: Styles is the Mick Jagger in this scenario.

Adds Bhasker: “I’m so proud of the album itself, and also of Harry for being so brave, and committing 100%, and writing the kind of vulnerable lyrics that he wrote, and not pandering to what people thought he would do. People have no idea that this is what Harry Styles is like. Just like I didn’t know. He’s obviously very famous and beloved, but people don’t know the depths of what an amazing personality and artist he is.”

Variety spoke with Bhasker about the recording of “Harry Styles” ahead of the album’s May 12 release: 

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The Kendall Jenner x Pepsi Ad Made Me Want To Vomit

Before you do anything else watch this if you haven’t seen it already: 

Did you watch it? I hard a hard time making it through the entire spot myself without a few grimaces, “wtf were they thinking” faces and a “i can’t believe this shit” to a coworker. 

Let’s look at a few scenes to examine why this isn’t just the worst ad of all time but an ad that is insensitive, offensive and completely thoughtless. 

1.) Co-opting a movement 


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These are all very nice sentiments and shit we should strive for every single day but they aren’t the typical signs you see at real protests. The protests where people are putting their safety in danger because they’re afraid they might walk outside with a hoody on and get shot, or that their family won’t be able to return to America if they board a plane to see their family in their native country are the images of protest people actually experience. The protestors certainly not as happy as the perfectly casted multi-racial group of actors walking down this very well lit street with no menacing or threatening police officers present any step of the way. Hell, they even found time to place pretty people to eat next to the protests while it was happening. The police aren’t in riot gear, apparently seeing no threat from this massive group of protesters singing and dancing their way towards them. 

Now look, I work in advertising for big brands™.  I know major corporations are risk averse and don’t want to alienate potential consumers who don’t share in what should be non-controversial views like equality and freedom of expression. But they are. But that’s why no one has ever asked a corporation to make a fucking resistance commercial. If you aren’t going to be on the ground with organizers and protesters, or helping to pay legal funds for those wrongly incarcerated or even at the very fucking least, providing food and beverages to people who are taking hours at a time out to speak out on something they believe in, then don’t use a movement for your own commercial gain. 

2- Tropes, (Un)intentional Racism, More Tropes 

All black people are good for in commercials are for hip hoppity dancing, tattoos, giving dap and staring lustfully at white women. 

All the people of color in this ad are mostly used to check boxes provide accent color to what is an otherwise whitewashed scene. 

This is an especially embarrassing lack of effort in representation when one considers the context in which the subjects are being portrayed. 

3- Our White Savior 

Ohhhh boy what in the actual fuck?!!?!

Another white woman swoops in to save the day. I wish Pepsi had Melania Trump’s number so that I can get past a few of the issues currently concerning me. 

I would’ve had a problem with this closing scene if it was from just about anyone but we’ll get to the actual ending in a bit. The fact that it’s a fucking Kardashian Jenner – the physical embodiment of wealth, entitlement and privilege in America – shifts this ad from just terrible advertising toward the realm of parody, absurdity and offensiveness. 

Do you remember the protests in Baton Rouge after Alton Sterling was gunned down by police officers? 

This is the lasting image of those protests. Ieshia Evans is walking up to a group of white police officers dressed like they’re ready to confront ground troops in Northern Iraq, and able at a moment’s notice to gun her down. 

The ending of this thing is even more absurd. Once Jenner hands the very peaceful policeman the can of Pepsi, the crowd goes crazy, like they were all Tyrone Biggums and it was time for the free crack giveaway. 

If I knew all I had to do to avoid being shot by the police while black was carry a Pepsi around with me, I would’ve been doing it this entire time. 

witch tip ✨

can’t remember what a crystal does? can’t figure out what a person’s aura color means? what color candle do i use for a protection spell again? 

colors are always universal! whether its gemstones, candles, auras, flowers, or even sometimes chakras, colors typically help assign everything similar traits. its great to have a general knowledge of colors and i think its something almost every witch should know! its another thing that is personal to you. how do certain colors make you feel and what do they mean to you? your color meanings don’t have to resemble other witches’ lists. i know there’s lots of color lists out there, but here’s my own short list with wiggle room.

☁️ white - purity, blessing, calming, cleansing. (crown chakra.. some see this as a richer purple or violet) 

🏴 black - rid of negativity, protection. (in some cases for auras it can mean bad signs, but not always)

❤️ red - passion, lust, anger. (root chakra)

🎀  pink - affection, love, relationships.

🌞 orange - confidence, joy, travels, success. (sacral chakra)

📒 yellow - happiness, intellect, creativity. (solar plexus chakra)

🍀 green - growth, luck, envy, success. (heart chakra)

💧 blue - peace, emotions, meditation. (throat chakra)

🔮 purple - spirituality, higher knowing, meditation. (third eye chakra)

🌰 brown - animals, home, grounding.

⚙️ grey - security, neither “good” nor “evil”, neutrality.

💰 gold - masculinity, success, solar magick.

⚖️ silver - femininity, divine, cosmic influence, lunar magick.

*remember for some colors a lighter or darker shade may be appropriate for different magick.

if something has more than one color, think of the combination of those two colors and how they will help you. need to protect yourself from those who bring you down? combine self love and protection with rhodonite! want some powerful grounding energy straight from the sun? charge some tiger’s eye in sunlight!

always make magickal meanings your own! happy color casting!

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The Signs as Scott Pilgrim Quotes

Aries:  ‘Wait the “L word” isn’t lesbians?’

Taurus: ‘I’ll be your dipping sauce bitch!’ 

Gemini: ‘I’m not even stalking you!’ *clearly stalking them* 

Cancer: ‘I’ll do it, only because I find you attractive’

Leo: ‘Bread makes you fat?’

Virgo: ‘I’m offended. Wounded even.’ 

Libra: ‘I can’t answer that question right now. I’m going to sleep for the next sixteen hours.’ 

Scorpio: ‘Maps are hard! I could draw really good if it was a sheep’ 

Sagittarius: ‘My dreams are cool! They’re like anime’

Capricorn: ‘Do you want to have sex? I think we should have sex. Casual sex’

Aquarius: ‘You know how you only use 10% of your brain? That’s cause the other 90% is filled with curds and whey’

Pisces: ‘You know how, when a baby is born, it just cries at the sheer horror of being alive?’ 

That was kind of out there. And by the way, the song was made in four hours, from writing it to tracking it. That’s part of the reason why it’s so long because Harry just freestyled it towards the end. We tracked it like that and it was kind of awesome. Once we had it, we knew it was a winner. It starts out with Harry’s voice sounding so great and then you hit them with [the next verse] and you’ve got ’em. It is a hit in that sense, but it was so long that we weren’t sure if it could be the single. Thank God, [Sony Music CEO] Rob Stringer said, “I think you go with ‘Sign of the Times.‘” Then, we tried to do major surgery on it to try and make a radio edit and presented it to him and, he was, like, ‘That’s cool, but I think we should push the full-length.’ We were looking at each other, like, what planet are we on that the head of the label says, ‘Yeah, let’s release a six-minute single.'


Happy Easter to those who celebrate!

❛ What are your Easter plans? ❜
❛ You’re never too old to hunt some eggs! ❜
❛ I’m going to Church, mind joining me? ❜
❛ I hope you have a wonderful Easter my friend! ❜
❛ I can’t believe it’s supposed to snow on Easter! ❜
❛ We’re coloring some eggs for Easter, want to help? ❜
❛ I’m baking some goods for Easter, mind helping me? ❜
❛ Are you supposed to boil the eggs before coloring them? ❜
❛ Hey! I got a dollar in one of my plastic eggs! ❜
❛ I never really went egg hunting, ever in my whole life. ❜
❛ So, you walk around and find eggs? That’s it? ❜
❛ Are you going to go shopping with me later? ❜
❛ How does this outfit look? I’m going to wear it for Easter. ❜
❛ Who gets drunk on Easter? ❜
Oh, Easter! Another holiday to use as an excuse to drink! ❜
❛ I drink on all holidays, especially Easter. ❜
❛ I’ve got a surprise egg for you! ❜
❛ Help me fill these eggs with candy. ❜
❛ I can’t believe it’s already Easter. ❜
❛ I never really cared much for Easter, or any holiday. ❜
❛ You didn’t come to the Easter festival today? ❜
❛ Isn’t this like for kids more than anyone? ❜
❛ A holiday to play with eggs! Sounds delightful! ❜
❛ I’m taking my child to see the Easter bunny, want to tag along? ❜
❛ I always loved getting my picture taking with the Easter bunny. ❜
❛ This egg is my egg, I’m keeping it. ❜
❛ Please don’t say you’re wearing that? ❜
❛ I made you a Easter basket. ❜
❛ I got you a Easter basket anyway. ❜
❛ Easter candy is my favorite! ❜
❛ Don’t wait up for the Easter Bunny for that one. ❜
❛ Christmas and Easter are probably the two holiest days in the Christian calendar. ❜
❛ I enjoyed watching the Easter Parade. ❜
❛ The shops are closed on Easter. ❜
❛ Are you going to that Easter thing this weekend? ❜
❛ I’m decorating for Easter, want to help out? ❜
❛ Hey, check out this cool Easter banter I’m going to hang later. ❜
❛ I have a chocolate egg just for you. ❜
❛ I love Easter and all the pastel coloring! ❜
❛ Pastel colors are Easter’s aesthetic. ❜
❛ I just love all these pastel colors! ❜
❛ Tell me, what is Easter again? ❜
❛ Ahh, Easter! Another holiday with great candy! ❜
❛ I’m so not ready for Easter yet. ❜
❛ So, doing anything fun for Easter coming up? ❜
❛ I hope you have a wonderful Easter weekend! ❜
❛ I always loved Easter as a child! ❜
❛ Easter is like my favorite holiday! ❜
❛ I got you a Easter card, hope you like it. ❜
❛ What should I get my boy/girlfriend for Easter? ❜
❛ I really wanted to get you something for Easter. ❜
❛ We should totally sign up to be in this Easter parade. ❜
❛ They’re handing out free candy because it’s Easter this weekend. ❜
❛ They do have Easter baskets on sale, want to get check them out? ❜
❛ There is nothing in this basket but candy? ❜
❛ I’ve got some extra Easter supplies you can use to make a basket. ❜
❛ Easter is like a arts and crafts holiday. ❜
❛ I’ve never been so excited for Easter before! ❜
❛ Why are you so excited for Easter? ❜
❛ I think this Easter will be better than my last. ❜
❛ It just feels like another day to me. ❜
❛ I can’t believe you don’t want to have some fun! ❜
❛ Did you get the basket I mailed you? ❜
❛ I mailed you gift. ❜
❛ Happy Easter! ❜
❛ I don’t really want to participate in this event. ❜
❛ Aw, you’re such a downer! Cheer up! ❜
❛ I really need your help with sitting this up. ❜
❛ I will never be able to pull this Easter party off. ❜
❛ Hey, it’s a double holiday! My birthday is this Easter! ❜
❛ So, is Easter is always on a Sunday? ❜
❛ I can’t believe you’ve never went egg hunting before. ❜
❛ You have not lived until you’ve hunted for eggs like they were gold. ❜
❛ It’s a Easter costume contest, just do it with me! ❜
❛ Who wears a costume on Easter? Other than the Easter bunny. ❜
❛ Plot twist, I’m the Easter bunny. ❜
❛ What’s a good book to read to kids on Easter? ❜
❛ This is the best way to go about doing it I guess. ❜
❛ I really didn’t Easter was this weekend. ❜
❛ I thought Easter had already passed. ❜
❛ Is there going to be food at this event? ❜
❛ Aw, what a cute picture of you and the Easter bunny. ❜
❛ I’ve got so many baskets to make this year. ❜
❛ I’m going to church with my family, I told you already. ❜
❛ I love this Easter day sale. I’ve been here all day. ❜
❛ All the stores are having a sale for Easter and I’m not missing it. ❜
❛ I just bought so much Easter crap. ❜
❛ I collect Easter eggs, if you were wondering why I have so many. ❜
❛ Okay, we got everything we need, now let’s get to work. ❜
❛ The school is having a Easter thing in the gym, want to go with me? ❜
❛ I never understood Easter. ❜
❛ Does the Easter bunny have a name? ❜
❛ Let’s just go shopping, that’s always helpful. ❜
❛ I really must admit, I didn’t think you could pull this off. ❜
❛ Is that a Easter bunny I see? ❜
❛ Let’s go to the petting zoo for Easter! ❜
❛ I love Easter festivals, they’re so much fun! ❜
❛ Well, for what it’s worth you make the best Easter bunny. ❜
❛ Wow, you work as the Easter bunny at the mall? ❜
❛ I’m dressing up as the Easter bunny this year for all the kids. ❜
❛ I’m just here to take pictures for my scrapbook. ❜
❛ Let’s start a Easter scrapbook! ❜
❛ So, we’re heading out early tomorrow, set your alarm. ❜
❛ Man, coloring eggs is pretty messy. ❜
❛ You should have put newspaper down before. ❜
❛ I got you a pet rabbit for Easter. ❜
❛ What’s a good Easter gift for someone? ❜
❛ Is Easter this weekend? ❜
❛ Ever notice how Easter is always on a Sunday? ❜
❛ I’m ordering pizza for Easter, I don’t care! ❜
❛ Okay, so cute these papers into shapes of eggs or rabbits. ❜
❛ I’m send you a special someone for Easter. ❜
❛ Did you ever get that Easter basket I made for you? ❜
❛ I love making Easter baskets! It’s so much fun! ❜
❛ We’re setting up a Easter theme. ❜
❛ This is a beautiful Easter play idea. We should do it. ❜
❛ Are you auditioning for the Easter play? ❜
❛ The school is having a Easter day play, you want to come? ❜
❛ It’s perfect weather for a Easter Sunday! ❜
❛ Okay, help me hide these eggs for the kiddos. ❜
❛ We have to hide all these eggs. ❜
❛ Fill the rest of those plastic eggs. ❜
❛ The eggs you found you keep. ❜
❛ There is going to be a egg hunting contest later. ❜
❛ Don’t forget to watch for the Easter bunny on TV later. ❜
❛ I’m not that into Easter this year. ❜
❛ How are you not ready for Easter? ❜
❛ Is Easter always chaotic like this? ❜
❛ I’m going to take Easter pictures with my family. ❜
❛ Easter cards are an actual thing? ❜
❛ Wait, so you had no idea it was Easter? There are posters everywhere. ❜
❛ I auditioned to be in the Easter play at school so I could skip going to church with my parents. ❜

lyrics bios (requested

Lana :

go play a video game

it’s you, it’s you, it’s all for you everything i do

heaven is a place on earth with you

i heard that you like the bad girls honey, is that true?

you’re no good for me but baby i want you

being a bad bitch on the side it might not appeal to fools like you

can you make it feel like home

don’t make me sad don’t make me cry

sometimes love is not enough

‘cause you and i we were born to die

Halsey :

all we do is think about the feelings that we hide

all we do is sit in silence waiting for a sign sick and full of pride

i’m bigger than my body i’m colder than this home

i’m meaner than my demons i’m bigger than these bones

goddamn right, you should be scared of me

i couldn’t stand the person inside me i turned all the mirrors around

i’ve grown familiar with villains that live in my head

you’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece

i’m a wanderess i’m a one night stand

don’t belong to no city don’t belong to no man

i’m the violence in the pouring rain i’m a hurricane

they think i’m insane, they think my lover is strange

that’s the beauty of a secret you know you’re supposed to keep it


i think i talk too much i  need to listen

i think i try too hard how i look, what i do, what i’m sayin

i spend too much time explainin myself

Troye Sivan :

never knew loving could hurt this good

you make my heart shake bend and break

in the crowd alone and every second passing reminds me im not home

blazed eyes empty hearts buying happy from shopping cards

my happy little pill take me away

only fools fall for you

Where's My Love

Requested: Nope

Based off a prompt list #6 linked Here

#6 “I thought I told you that we’re friends and nothing more!”

I also recommend listening to the song Where’s My Love by: Syml. 

Which also influenced the title of this imagine.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Description: You were new to the school, you were awkward and shy like you always were whenever you moved schools’. You soon fell into a group of friends that you loved. You were extremely close with Peter, sometimes you believed that you two could be something, but you knew he loved Liz, making you distance yourself to see if he’d notice.

Warnings: Lots of sadness prepare yourself.

Word Count: 2,751

A/N: Hey guys, I know it’s been a realllyy long time since I’ve written anything and I genuinely apologize for that. I’ve been in a really dark slump lately and haven’t been motivated at all. But I’m trying my best to get back into writing and making you all happy. Therefore, I’m writing a Spider-Man Homecoming imagine because how can you not love Peter Parker? Anyways, I hope you enjoy. :)

Side Note: I wrote this so sad that I was crying while typing it.

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You had transferred schools’ three times now, your father was always traveling because of his job, meaning your whole family had to travel with him.

You didn’t mind the traveling part, however the transferring of schools’ that you did mind.

You hated being the new kid at school, you were always the topic of the day until everyone got used to you being there.

Everyone would stare and talk about you behind your back, some would be nice and some not so nice.

You had to admit, you weren’t the best at making friends, you were more of a loner, an awkward person that didn’t socialize with others very well, you were extremely shy.

That is till you met your dream team of friends.

You were once again traveling, this time to New York, and attending to Midtown High School.

You assumed it was going to be like the rest of the times you transferred, everyone would stare and look at you and talk about you.

But this was different, someone actually noticed you, someone actually talked to you.

It was during lunch, you saw a girl and two guys sitting at a table by themselves, you figured they wouldn’t mind you sitting there along with them, so you did.

This intrigued them all, they had never seen you before.

“Hey, quiet one, who are you?” The girl asked, making you snap your head in her direction.

You looked around at first, before pointing a finger at yourself as if to ask ‘are you talking to me?’ which made her nod.

You swallowed nervously, not used to having to speak.

“I uh.. My name is Y/N, I just moved here.” You gave a shy smile, which only made the girl nod in curiosity.

“I see.. Well my name is Michelle, but you can call me MJ.” She smiled slightly, going back to her book.

You nodded, before glancing at the two boys who were staring at you.

You raised an eyebrow, making them snap back into reality and try to hide the fact they were looking at you.

You rolled your eyes playfully, making them smile.

“I know Michelle just asked you your name, but can you tell us again?” The brunette asked, making you even more nervous.

“It’s Y/N.” You smiled slightly, messing with the ends of your hair.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Peter and this is Ned.” He smiled, as Ned waved a friendly hello at you.

You laughed quietly, waving back.

“So, how’s your first day going?” Peter asked, making you nearly choke on your water.

You were confused as to why they were still talking to you, so this threw you off guard and into complete embarrassment.

“It’s uh.. going as it usually does?” You spoke more as a question than an answer.

“Do you transfer a lot?” Ned asked, making you nod sadly.

“My third time.” You shrugged, letting out a small sigh.

They both nodded understandingly, and soon before you knew it, you all became best friends.

You’ll always remember that day in the cafeteria, the first day you actually made friends.

Now it was a normal routine to have lunch with all of them, talk about whatever tests or labs that you all had coming up.

However, the only thing coming up was homecoming.

Over the past few months you’d been at Midtown High, you started developing feelings for your best friend Peter.

You didn’t know how it happened, but it just did and it scared you.

“We should probably stop looking before it gets creepy.” You heard Peter tell Ned as they were off staring at Liz Allen.

The girl of Peter’s dreams.

A girl that wasn’t you.

You knew about Peter’s love for Liz, he made it extremely obvious.

You did your best to not show how much it bothered you, but it started to push you to your limits.

He would talk about her outfit, or her hair, or just her in general whenever he could.

And it killed you.

Michelle soon figured out your secret, that you liked Peter, she promised she wouldn’t tell, but she knew how much it killed you to see him chase after a different girl.

“So, I want to ask Liz to homecoming but I don’t know how, she probably already has a date, why would she even go with me-” Peter rambled, but Ned cut him off.

“Dude, chill, just ask her.” He slapped his hand on Peter’s shoulder, making him blink a few times.

You just sat there, quietly listening to it all.

“Y/N, what do you think I should do? You’re a girl, what do you like?” Peter questioned, sitting down in a chair in front of you.

You bit your lip before thinking.

“Okay.. If you were to say, as an example as me to homecoming, I’d like it if you made a cheesy sign and have flowers asking me.” You nodded, before looking back at Peter.

You both locked eye contact for a moment, and you could have sworn something happened in those few seconds.

But it was soon ripped away as Peter clapped his hands, telling you how brilliant you were.

You gave a fake smile, wishing it would be for you instead.

There were only two days left till homecoming, Peter still hadn’t asked Liz to homecoming, something about wanting it to be perfect.

You had hit your breaking point, you were done being around him when all he did was talk about Liz.

You decided to distance yourself from him and Ned those next few days.

Your headphones plugged into your ears that way you could avoid them if they talked to you.

You even started sitting down with Michelle rather than with them at lunch.

At first they both thought you were just being nice and wanted to sit with her, but then as it became more frequent they got curious as to why you had been avoiding them.

If only they really knew the truth.

The day of homecoming soon arrived, you had decided against going, not wanting to see Peter and Liz dance together.

Michelle tried to convince you to go with her, but even she knew you wouldn’t have fun.

You had avoided Peter and Ned for three days now, you could tell they were getting annoyed with you, but you didn’t care.

You were laying on the couch, watching Netflix with an ice cream tub in your lap.

You weren’t going to lie, you wished you were at homecoming, you hated being at home, but you couldn’t afford seeing someone you liked so much to be with someone else.

You were about to take a spoonful of ice cream when you heard a knock at your door.

You huffed, getting up and heading to the door, only to reveal Peter standing before you.

“Y/N, we need to talk.” He spoke, frustration evident in his voice.

You let him in, confusion displaced on your face.

“Okay, talk.” You crossed your arms, looking at him.

He was pacing back and forth, making you even more confused.

“Why have you been avoiding me?” He blurted out, making your eyes widened a bit.

“I-I haven’t.. I mean.. What are you talking about?” You stammered, making him glare at you.

“You know what I’m talking about, for the past three days you haven’t been talking to me, listening to me, even eating lunch with me.” He was counting off everything, and it was all true.

You looked around the apartment, refusing to look at Peter.

“What did I do?” He questioned, his voice cracking which made you look at him instantly.

He looked like he was about to cry, breaking your heart instantly.

“You love someone else.” You whispered, tears threatening to fall.

Peter looked at you confused at first, before realization hit him.

“Y/N, when we first met, I thought that I told you we’re friends and nothing more!” He closed his eyes, speaking loudly which made you swallow nervously.

“I didn’t mean to.. I-I tried not to.. I-I” You stammered, a tear slipping down your cheek.

Peter just stood there, unsure of what to say or do.

You were pleading he’d say something or do something, just something to make everything okay again.

“I think I’m going to go. I have to meet Liz for homecoming.” He sighed, refusing to look at you before walking out the door.

It was a moment like this that you never felt so low.

Your heart was breaking, your sobbing was becoming uncontrollable, and you had nobody to lean on.

She hides away, like a ghost,

Does she know that we bleed the same?

Don’t wanna cry but I break that way.

You wanted to call Michelle, but you didn’t want to ruin her homecoming.

You wanted to call Ned, to tell him everything, and by everything you meant everything.

But mainly you wanted to call Peter, to explain everything.

But every time you picked up your phone, you remembered the way he was before he left.

He was upset with you, for liking him.

And that upset you too.

You knew you shouldn’t have fallen for him, but it just happened.

You couldn’t take being trapped in your apartment, so you decided to go for a walk.

You grabbed your jacket, heading outside.

It was a bit chilly, but you didn’t mind.

You needed to clear your mind, mainly to get Peter off your mind.

You figured he was at the dance right now, with Liz, Ned, and Michelle, dancing and having fun.

You felt another tear slip down your cheek, you looked miserable, anyone could see that clear as day.

What you didn’t know though was that Peter decided to not go with Liz, he had arrived at the dance with her, but told her he had to go, and everyone knew why.

Because of you.

It’s always been you.

He rushed back as quick as he could to your apartment, but felt his heart drop when you didn’t answer.

It was times like this that he liked being Spider-Man, he climbed through your window to see you really weren’t there, creating him to panic.

Did you run away?

Did you run away?

I don’t need to know if you ran away,

If you ran away,

Come back home,

Just come home.

Peter was out looking for you, he knew that in certain times you went on walks, but what made him nervous was that it was at night, and it was his fault you were out there.

He flew all over the streets, until he spotted you.

I got fear, oh, in my blood,

She was carried up into the clouds,

High above.

He rushed down to you, you had been hit by a drunk driver, Peter never felt worse in his entire life.

His heart dropped to his stomach, his eyes watering behind the mask.

“Y/N, hey, wake up, come on, please.” He begged, holding your face in his hands.

He begged, pleading for you to wake up and tell him what an idiot he was for not seeing how much you liked him sooner.

He wanted to hear you laugh, he wanted to see your shy smile you always gave him.

You opened your eyes for a brief second, seeing a red blur, you could hear mumbling but it was faint.

You could barely recognize the voice as Peter, which only made you smile just thinking about him.

Peter was doing his best to keep you awake, moving a piece of your hair out of your face.

“Y/N, don’t close your eyes, do you hear me? Don’t close your eyes.” He pleaded, but he knew he was losing an ending battle.

You did your best to keep them open, but your eyes slowly fell shut, one last tear slipping down your cheek.

You laid there, limp, making Peter scream in anger and sadness.

He lost the one true person who genuinely cared for him, and he blamed himself for it.

If he had only stayed there with you and talked it out, this wouldn’t have happened.

If he had just listened to you, or paid more attention to how you acted around him this all could have been prevented.

But it was too late.

Peter didn’t even care at this point, he ripped off his mask, pulling you into his arms, angry sobs escaping from his mouth.

That was a day Peter would remember forever, something he could never forget, the day his true love died in his arms.

Cold Bones.

Yeah, that’s my love,

She hides away, like a ghost.


And also a big fuck you to anyone ever having sent hate on or off anon, bullying people or making this fandom feel like not a safe, good place to anyone.

I woke up to see one of my fave blogs has deleted - not because they needed a break, or stopped believing, or because they wanted to leave. They wanted to stay and support the boys, were vocal about it but I guess one post, one opinion was deemed so unworthy by so many that they got showered in hate and felt their own fandom was not a safe, happy place for them. This all in less than 12 hours.

And that’s just one example. I truly cannot understand when did people stop understanding that different opinions exist? That not every opinion that differs from yours, means that it’s a chance for you to roll up your sleeves, get typing and get ooh sassy! (i.e.mean and bitchy) because you somehow think the other person’s different opinion is not as thought-through and strong as yours? That you can make them change their mind if you get sassy enough? Make them see the light?

There is still good discussion, respectful exchange of opinions and considering different viewpoints that exists, yes. And that’s good, this is not what this is about. If you have a blogger you hate, love to hateread, or you see a post that makes you want to get mean (and that is honestly the first sign that you should not send anything to that blogger), what do you get out of sending hate? Like what do you think is the end result going to be? Them answering publically and saying ‘yes oh smart one, you helped me see my ways’? Or just to make them feel shit and purposefully hope they get sad and cry and maybe delete?

There is no harm in not reacting. None. I see posts I roll my eyes at, I have bloggers I think have absolutely lost the plot and have no respect for their opinions. I know this so I avoid their blogs. I know we don’t agree. I see from posts that ‘oh I don’t agree with that at all’ and scroll further, maybe go unfollow/blaklist/block. It has yet harmed my life in no way to not send hate to a person I do not agree with.

We all have our faves and opinions and this fandom has been a very rough place for a long time. I know people and feelings have gotten volatile, but please for the love of everything, be nice or be nothing. It’s ok to disagree. It’s ok to think someone is a dickhead who should choke. It’s not ok to go to another person’s safe, happy place and personally attack them. You are not doing anyone a favour or defending anyone in a good way.

Choose that damn love every day or at least decide not to be a hateful person ✌

The Zodiac Signs as “Legend of Korra” Characters

Aries: Kuvira (Intense and Commanding)

Originally posted by neverpitou-archive

Taurus: Korra (Stubborn and Tough)

Originally posted by lifefibersync

Gemini: Mako (Moody and Indecisive)

Originally posted by chatnoirs-baton

Cancer: Jinora (Compassionate and Spiritual)

Originally posted by hestia100

Leo: Varrick (Creative and Funny)

Originally posted by callmetrecr

Virgo: Lin Beifong (Impatient and Strong)

Originally posted by heartcoma

Libra: Ikki (Childish and Social)

Originally posted by knock

Scorpio: Tarrlock (Manipulative and Sensitive)

Originally posted by tsu-was-here

Sagittarius: Bolin (Goofy and Grounded) 

Originally posted by sahdmadhi

Capricorn: Asami (Logical and Stable)

Originally posted by asami-snazz

Aquarius: Amon (Misunderstood and Rebellious)

Originally posted by strategichomelanddivision

Pisces: Tenzin (Caring and Protective)

Originally posted by korranation


This is my first time making an astrology post so I hope you enjoy! Someone please let me know if I should do another one or if you think this is accurate! 

Releasing “Sign of the Times,” a six-minute-long song as a single, was surprising as it breaks from pop radio norms. Who played a part in that decision?“
BHASKER: "That was kind of out there. And by the way, the song was made in four hours, from writing it to tracking it. That’s part of the reason why it’s so long because Harry just freestyled it towards the end. We tracked it like that and it was kind of awesome. Once we had it, we knew it was a winner. It starts out with Harry’s voice sounding so great and then you hit them with [the next verse] and you’ve got ’em. It is a hit in that sense, but it was so long that we weren’t sure if it could be the single. Thank God, [Sony Music CEO] Rob Stringer said, “I think you go with ‘Sign of the Times.‘” Then, we tried to do major surgery on it to try and make a radio edit and presented it to him and, he was, like, ‘That’s cool, but I think we should push the full-length.’ We were looking at each other, like, what planet are we on that the head of the label says, ‘Yeah, let’s release a six-minute single.
—  Variety
Twenty Questions for Mun or Muse

1. What’s your favourite colour?
2. What does your bedroom look like?
3. If a song played every time you walked in the room, what would it be?
4. What type of weather are you most like and why?
5. Run, hide, or fight?
6. What is your zodiac sign?
7. What should your zodiac sign be?
8. Arizona, California, New York, or Iowa?
9. What is your favourite painting?
10. Favourite sculpture?
11. Favourite band?
12. Create, build on, or destroy?
13. Used books or new?
14. Do you have any tattoos? What are they?
15. Favourite book quote?
16. Why do you think you exist?
17. Describe a physical representation of your mind.
18. Rotten, spoiled, or stale?
19. Mint, cinnamon or bubblegum?
20. Why is your name your name? Are there any stories on how you got it (make one up or something I guess)?

Prologue // Somebody Else [A Stiles Stilinski Story]

Prompt: Stiles broke her heart and now she can never look at him the same. Even though they remained friends, she can’t exactly find it in herself to truly forgive him and he doesn’t know how to accept her new relationship with the one person he hates the most in this world. Overtime, you could say, they both eventually got over each other… or have they?

Series (collab with @sarcasticallystilinski): Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight 

Relationship: Stiles Stilinski x OFC

Warnings: Only kissing for now, but there will be future smut.

Word Count: 770

Song: Somebody Else by The 1975

A/N: Hello, there! So, I have some exciting news! @sarcasticallystilinski and I have come together to write you guys a really awesome story! I hope you guys like our collab!

“Are you sure we should be out here?” Katalina asked her best friend as they ran towards the empty lacrosse field, his hand in hers.

“No.” Stiles laughed, guiding her behind the bleachers. “But, it’s not like we’ll actually get caught.”

Katalina wanted to believe him, she really did. But, she was so afraid that a teacher would end up finding her skipping class and put it on her flawless perminent record. She can’t risk getting in trouble, not when her goal is to get in the best college of the state. Sure, she’s just fourteen, but, hey, it’s never too early to think about your future.

“Stiles, we should really go back.” Katalina protested, peering her eyes around the field as they settled. “I think we can still make it in time for our next class.”

“Kat, could you just relax?” The boy with freckles painted across his cheeks chuckled. “We’re behind the bleachers. No one can see us, therefore, no one will catch us.”

The young girl took a deep breath, looking hard into Stiles’ eyes to see a possible sign of doubt. When she didn’t find any, she chose to just trust him and, finally, smiled back at him.

“So, what do you have in mind for us to do?” Katalina giggled, excitement beginning to seethe in her veins.

“I don’t know.” Stiles shrugged, a smirk planting itself on his face. “We could play games, talk or maybe- this.”

Katalina’s best friend, the same person she secretly has a crush on but doesn’t have the courage to ever confront it, placed his hands on her cheeks and she could already feel a blush warm them. Her heart beat faster once she realized what he was about to do and she didn’t dare push him away. She wanted this, oh how she wanted this.

With their breaths hitching in both of their throats, Stiles nervously leaned in and placed his lips against hers. It felt so foreign to the both of them, feeling someone else’s mouth on their own, considering this was their first kiss ever. It was strange since neither one of them really knew what they were doing and the kiss didn’t last very long, only a few seconds.

Stiles and Katalina stared at each other, their cheeks flushed with blushes and they felt so nervous. Both kids embarassed at how akward they were at this thanks to their lack of experience.

“C-Can we try that again?” Stiles asked, anxiously scratching the back of his neck. Katalina smiled before gripping his plaid shirt and gently pulling him in, again.

It was harder this time and more urgent. This second one beginning to feel like what they actually expected kisses would be like. Stiles and Katalina meshed their lips together, doing everything they can to try and understand what felt good. Once they seemed to get a hold of it, they let themselves enjoy each other’s touch.

Both of their hearts sung and fluttered at how they were kissing each other’s crushes. Neither one of them knew it, but they were already in love at such a young age. And this bond between them was only going to grow stronger.

“What the hell is going on here?!” A familiar voice shouted, causing the two lovebirds to break their kiss.

A chill ran up Katalina’s spine when she turned around to see a very shocked and confused Coach Finstock staring them down with wide eyes and his hands placed on his hips. Stiles held a hand up to cover his mouth and hide the laughter that so desperately wanted to escape as Katalina stared at the teacher in horror. She didn’t know what to do or say, all she could really do was stand still in fear.

“Get back to class!” Coach yelled, both of them immediately following orders and running towards the school.  Finstock shook his head in disbelief, disgusted at what he just witnessed. “Ugh, kids. I’m teaching High School from now on.”

Once she realized she wouldn’t be getting in serious trouble for this little act of rebellion, Katalina let herself breathe again and looked over to a laughing Stiles. His happiness triggered her own and she laughed along with him, feeling all of the weight being lifted from her shoulders.

She felt light and at peace as they ran, a lot like how she always feels with Stiles. They were young, but in love and inseparable. And they would remain that way, even when the odds worked against them. Stiles and Katalina would always find a way back to each other, no matter what.

pipe dreams (part one)

pairing: reader x yoongi

genre: angst, fluff, smut (eventually)

summary: you’re the girl yoongi left behind to pursue his music career. flash forward seven years, and you’re a lawyer representing a company suing bighit for copyright infringement. what happens when yoongi is still harboring feelings for you?

next chapter✏︎

a/n: this is an anonymous request I got awhile back, and i’m finally putting it into words! also, i don’t know too much about the legal system, and i’m sure it varies a lot in korea as well so let’s just pretend like the stuff i write in here regarding that is accurate~ anyways, hope u enjoy!

Originally posted by bogdana8


It had begun as a joyous occasion.

Yoongi phones you excitedly, sounding breathless and out of whack. He’s not his usual self in any way. Practically wheezing, he manages to choke out a few words which allow you to piece things together.

“Y/N. Y/N. I—I’m—”

“Slow down, Yoongi. What happened? How did it go?”

“Y/N, the audition —- BigHit, they want me! I got second place at the audition! Me, Gloss. Me, Y/N! Y/N, I think I might’ve just caught my big break.” Yoongi is panting into the phone.

“Babe!” You squeal. “That’s amazing! Hurry up and come over so we can celebrate!”

“Okay, okay. I’m on my way right now. I love you, and see you soon.”

Yoongi arrives at your house a few hours later, all out of breath from essentially sprinting all the way back from the train station.

You open the door to see him looking unusually flustered. Flustered Yoongi is a side to him you rarely see. Wordlessly, he hugs you tightly, spinning you around in the air before gently placing you back on your feet.

Pulling back, his hands still on your shoulders, he smiles so incredibly widely at you. You give a convincing smile back, but your thoughts are flying all over the place.

Sitting down on your bed, Yoongi starts to tell you everything about his experience today, from what color the walls were painted to the number of deep breaths he took before his audition. You listen on, not absorbing as much of the information as you should’ve. Your mind is elsewhere, and Yoongi seems to take notice.

He looks at you after he stops babbling and narrows his eyes slightly.

“Babe, why do I get the feeling that you’re not as excited about this as you let on?”

You widen your eyes dramatically, waving your hands around in denial.

“No, no, that’s not the case!” You sigh as Yoongi gives you a look that tells you he knows you’re not giving him the whole story. “I just…I thought that this was just a pipe dream. What happened to being an architect?”

He scoffs, but the hurt is apparent in his eyes.

“Being an architect was the pipe dream. Music is what I genuinely want to pursue in life. I thought you knew that by now.”

As each word escapes his lips, the emotion drains further from his eyes.

“No, don’t do that.” You grab him. “You don’t get to go all cold and emotionless on me. I know you, Min Yoongi. Don’t play those games with me.”

He’s silent, not assuming his typical fiery persona he usually embodies when the two of you argue. The lack of sound is extremely unsettling and you know he won’t be the one to cave, so you speak up.

“This is unrealistic, Yoongi. I love you, and I think you’re good at making music, but the entertainment industry is harsh and cruel and not everyone who deserves to make it does make it. So maybe you should just quit while you’re ahead, before you’ve burned all your bridges. Go to college with me, Yoongi. You can still do your music on the side like you have been doing!”

“Quit while I’m ahead?” He spits out venomously. “No, Y/N. You don’t understand. For me, it’s all or nothing. And BigHit feels the same way. If I don’t immerse myself in this opportunity, if I don’t sign this contract…it’s over right then and there. There are no negotiations. I’m already set on my decision, and if you really know me like you claim to, you’ll know I am firm in my choices.”

Quietly, he adds, “My family already gave me their full support. I just wish you would do the same.”

His fingers are interlaced in his lap and he averts his gaze downwards.

“Don’t you dare, Min Yoongi. Don’t you dare guilt trip me. If you knew me, you would know I’m not one to sugarcoat things. I can’t sit back and let you ruin your life for an undoubtedly short-lived career in music. You can only be in the spotlight for so long, and that’s if you even make it into the spotlight in the first place. C’mon, you have your whole life ahead of you. If you forego your education now, you can’t make up for lost time!”

“It’s the same with music, is it not?” He cuts in, tone pressing. “I’m only young once. If I want to do this, I have to gain experience, and that’s something I can’t make up for either. So let me do this, Y/N. I’ll be in Seoul with you anyways, just not at university.”

“Yoongi, don’t do this, please. You’re not thinking straight! What about all the plans we made? The apartment?” You plead, tears forming in your eyes.

“I can still live there with you!” Yoongi is looking directly into your eyes, but it’s your head that is lowered now.

The tears are threatening to spill over and your face heating up. Displays of emotion like this are rare in your relationship. It’s just uncharacteristic of the two of you to cry, and that’s always been the status quo. Never before has an argument escalated to this degree of intensity.

Looking up slowly, you give Yoongi a teary-eyed smile, dragging in a shaky breath.

“Don’t be silly. You’ll be living in the dorms with the other trainees.”

“Well, I can visit you.” He responds simply, but his voice wavers, revealing his underlying emotions.

In return, you direct a pointed look at him.

“Yoongi, I can’t just sit back and watch you wreck your life.”

Silence swallows the room. You’re blinking rapidly, trying so desperately to expel the tears from your eyes, to refrain from showing how affected you are by this.

“So don’t.” Yoongi’s eyes are completely devoid of emotion now. “Don’t watch. If you don’t support the decisions I make in my life, then maybe you don’t have a place in it.”

And with that, he’s leaving, rumbling through your closet for his belongings.

You stand up, trying to grab at his arms to stop him, but he shakes you off without so much as a look in your direction.

“Yoongi, you don’t mean that!”

He’s grabbing all the items he’s left behind here: a basketball, a pair of shoes, some headphones, a disposable camera.

“Yoongi, this is just one of our fights, right? You’ll call me tomorrow, begging for me back, saying I was right all along, right?”

You can’t help but voice your fears, feeling as if this time something is different. You’re not sure if you’re saying these things in search of Yoongi’s verbal affirmation or if it’s to reassure yourself that things will be okay. Something is tugging at your insides, reminding you that he has never before taken his belongings with him after a dispute.

Setting aside your pride, you get down on your knees, grabbing at his hand as he slings his backpack over his shoulder, clutching the basketball tightly to his chest in the other.

“Please, Yoongi, I’m begging you. Don’t do this, don’t leave me.”

Yoongi is stiff, cold, and motionless.

“Goodbye, Y/N.”

He walks away, and for each step he takes you feel your heart shatter into smaller and smaller pieces, as if he’s physically crushing you, until you’re left only with ragged fragments of the love you once had, the treasure you once held named Min Yoongi.

Deliriously, you tear your room apart in search of something, anything Yoongi may have left behind. You find solace behind your desk. There, in the darkness of the small space between the wall and the wood of the desk, is a glimpse of white fabric.

You shove the desk away, summoning all the remaining strength in your body and ignoring the sound of the legs scraping against your hardwood floor. Clutching the old white t-shirt he’s forgotten, you can still detect his lingering scent.

Inhaling the faint musky fragrance, you allow the sobs you have been holding in to wrack your body. The crying comes in waves, the first hitting the hardest. There is a huge, Yoongi-sized hole in your heart, and it’s eating away at your insides, threatening to conquer your whole being with darkness. As each day passes, you shrivel further and further into oblivion.

Memories of your time with Yoongi flash through your mind.

The day you had your first kiss.

Yoongi had been so nervous, and you could feel how sweaty his hand was as it was interlocked in yours. He had cleared his throat anxiously as he pulled you two to a stop in front of a lamppost near your house.

“Y/N, can I kiss you?” He had mumbled.

“What did you say? Speak up, Min Yoongi.” You teased, fully aware of what he had just uttered.

“Shut up, Y/N.”

His lips pressed tentatively against yours, and he was motionless until you pressed into him firmly in response. You could feel his lips turning upwards in a smile, and you couldn’t stop yours from mirroring the action.

The day he’d asked you to be his girlfriend.

Your doorbell had rung erratically, and you ran to the door, scared of what was behind it. Looking through the peephole, you relaxed as you saw it was only Yoongi. Once you’d opened the door, you were greeted with sight of him extending a bouquet of bright orange tiger lilies.

“What’s this for?” You’re grinning from ear to ear as you accept the flowers. Yoongi has never gifted you flowers before.

“What, can’t a guy buy flowers for his girlfriend?” Yoongi shot back, eyes widening as he realized what he had just referred to you as.

“Girlfriend?” You repeated, eyebrow raised.

“Shit. Fuck. I was going to wait to ask you after I took you out to dinner, fuck.” Yoongi cursed under his breath. He had looked up at you so nervously, gnawing on his bottom lip.

“Well, I don’t think I could’ve waited another second for you to ask. I’m glad you did it right now and not later tonight because I might’ve pulled my hair out.”

The day he’d written his first song for you.

“Babe.” Yoongi was looking surprisingly bashful, hand smoothing his hair down as he removed his beanie in the car.

“What’s up?” You said through a mouth full of french fries.

“I wrote a song today. It just came to me after a dry spell, some writer’s block. It took a total of less than an hour to write.”

“Babe, that’s great!” You had smiled, shoving more fries in your mouth. “Let’s hear it.”

Gulping, Yoongi hit play on his car’s dashboard after a few seconds of fumbling around with a disk. The sounds of his rapping filled the car and it took a few moments of digesting his words before you could come to your senses.

You’re so fucking celestial.

Let me drown in your ethereal aura; let’s be immortal together.

I love you more than all the stars in the universe and beyond.

“D-did you like it?” Yoongi was tapping his fingers nervously on the steering wheel. Looking up misty-eyed, you threw yourself onto him, peppering kisses all over his face. He must have felt your tears on his skin, and he pulled back to examine you, brushing your hair back.

“Babe, why are you crying? Was it that awful?” He looked so disappointed in himself.

“No, no! It was amazing, all I ever wanted. I love you so much, Min Yoongi. I will treasure this forever.” You were sniffling crazily, wiping at your now smudged mascara.

“I’m glad you liked it. I couldn’t think of any way to confess my love to you, so I decided to do what I’m good at, writing songs.” He pulled you tight against his chest, sighing.

“I love you.” You had whispered.

“I love you, too.”

The day you opened your college acceptances together.


“One, two, three, go!”

It had been a frenzy of tearing, crinkling of papers as your eyes scanned frivolously over the black ink.

“Did you get in?” Yoongi had asked.

“Yes! You?” You looked over, eyes wide. Yoongi had been silent, looking at you admiringly. You had taken that to mean that he hadn’t gotten in, and you immediately switched into sympathetic mode. “It’s okay, babe. We can always—-“

“Are you doubting my academic excellence?” Yoongi raised an eyebrow at you. Realizing your mistake, you had slapped his arm playfully.

“Yah, don’t play me like that! I thought you didn’t get in and that we wouldn’t be going to school together.” You were pouting like a child, arms crossed.

Yoongi had uncrossed your arms and placed them around his neck as he picked you up and spun you around, exactly like he had today. You were giddy with happiness, and he had kissed you countless times out of pure elation at the thought of being at the same school with you for the next four years.

Through the tears, you laugh bitterly as the harsh reality of now settles in the pit of your stomach like a stone. Another four years together. Or so you had thought.

What would the past, naive you have said if she had known what would happen?

Yoongi would never do that to me. We are in love.

Wildly, you burst into a fit of maniacal laughter. It sickens you. The state you’re in now, the complete emptiness that is swallowing you whole. In the course of an hour, you had been transformed into an absolutely hopeless person, the shell of the girl you were before.

You had no living arrangements for the upcoming school year, and worst of all, you were boyfriendless. The next few months of summer are perhaps the biggest hurdle. All of your high school friends had departed for university before you and were scattered in different cities, perhaps even in different countries. Whoever was left in your town was of no importance to you anymore, as you had grown apart from many people in the past two years of dating Yoongi.

He was your everything. You didn’t need a best friend if you had Yoongi. He could easily fill the shoes of both boyfriend and best friend.

Fast forward to the start of the school year, and you’re moving into your dorm.

It’s a mess of boxes and goodbyes as your parents leave you to lead a fresh start with new faces in a new place.

Your roommate, Joy, immediately becomes your best friend, mending the cracks left behind by Yoongi slightly. She’s bubbly and sweet, but also has an edge to her, something that screams that she’s not someone to mess with.

All in all, she’s a fantastic all and you find yourselves stuck together like glue. Joy forces you to socialize, bringing you to various club meetings and sporting events.

It is at the pre-law society meetings that you first meet Im Jaebum. For a brief lapse of time, you feel the wound left behind by Yoongi closing up almost entirely. Almost.

It’s impossible not to draw parallels to Yoongi.

In a lot of ways, Jaebum is a constant reminder of him, from the cute eye smile to the cool demeanor and even down to the passion for music. But what is different about Jaebum is that he has a clear vision for his future: law school.

And this small part of him is what connects Jaebum to you in a way that Yoongi never was able to. The realistic, safe path for a career that could guarantee stability in the long run.

In short, Jaebum sweeps you off of your feet. You fall in love with him in a whirlwind. It’s everything about him that piles together to engross you: the little twin freckles above his eyes to his collection of dumb bucket hats…but it seems like all good things in your life come to an end, as you unearth his infidelity one night when you stumble upon him in an act of cheating. He crushes your heart, just like the last.

Another similarity to Min Yoongi.

At this point, you’ve grown accustomed to disappointment, adopting the stance that love is fleeting, and definitely nothing like you hear in love songs.

Love is not immortal, and stars die out eventually, just as love dims over time.

Joy is there through all the crashing and burning that follows your breakup with Jaebum. She strokes your hair as you cry, buys you ice cream, and defaces photos of Jaebum she rips out from the school newspaper.

“Fuck Im Jaebum.” She declares. “You deserve so much better than that cheating piece of shit.”

Joy brings you back to life again, pulls you out of your resigned feelings. She makes you believe that unlike the true love detailed in books and movies, true friendship does actually exist, and it’s right in front of your eyes in the form of this pale-skinned, fiery woman.

Although you did love Im Jaebum, a part of your heart could never be relinquished to his possession. A part of it still belonged to Min Yoongi, and in the days following your new wounds, you realize this. To be exact, you discover this when you’re taking a stroll by the Han River one fine Sunday evening.

The sounds of basketballs dribbling and shoes dragging against blacktop courts distract you. Mindlessly, your eyes drift over to the courts aligning the bank of the river. There is a sharp, distinguishable pain in your chest when you recognize a certain pair of bright red basketball shoes.

Your eyes slowly trail up to see none other than Min Yoongi.

He looks much skinnier than he was a year ago, and he had always been on the smaller side. It hurts you unbearably to see him smiling so cheerfully with his teammates, joking around.

His eyes trickle in your direction and you duck your head immediately, jogging away as if you had never stopped in the first place.

Your heart is thudding against the confines of your chest.

Did he see me? Would he even recognize me if he did? Has he erased me from his memory completely?

You convince yourself that there’s no way he would have recognized you, as your hair is shorter than before and you’ve changed your hair color quite often. Although you had embarked on your trip to the river intending on taking a nice, calm stroll, you practically sprint back to your dorm room.

Joy glances up from her seat at her desk as she’s painting her nails a shade of pastel pink.

“Did you go for a jog or a walk?” She giggles, taking in your flustered appearance. Tears fall from your eyes, tears you did not notice had formed.

“What’s wrong? Why are you crying, Y/N? I was just joking!” She’s panicking, reaching all around in search of tissues, knocking her nail polish bottle over along with a few books.

“I saw—I saw HIM, on my walk—by the river!” You hiccup.

“Who? Im Jaebum? I’ll kick his ass! What did he say to you? Oh, I can just picture his lousy old smirk. I’ll slap it right off of his face, I swear to God!” Joy is pacing around, pummeling her fist against her hand. Her eyes are ablaze, determination set across her face.

“No, not Jaebum. Yoongi. Min Yoongi.” Your crying elevates into full fledged sobbing as you utter his name for the first time since he left you. It’s as if the dam has broken and all your emotions are flooding through your body.

“W-who?” Joy falters, stopping momentarily. “Actually, I don’t care. I’ll kick Min Yoongi’s ass too! What did he do to you?”

“Nothing.” You sigh, wiping at your face frantically. “Well, nothing recently. We dated in high school for two years. He was my first love, and he was supposed to go to university with me and we were supposed to live in an apartment together here in Seoul, but he dumped me because I didn’t support his dream of becoming a trainee and pursuing music as a career. I had so much pride; I wanted to tell people my boyfriend was a soon-to-be architect, not a fucking rapper waiting for his big break.”

“Aw, honey. It’s okay. So what happened today?” She puts her arm around your shoulder, taking a seat on your bed next to you.

“I saw him playing basketball and he just looked so…happy? Like genuinely happy, something I didn’t think he could be without me. It just stings to know he doesn’t have a huge gaping hole in his heart like I carry around with me.” You take another deep breath, continuing. “He must be doing well at his company, and here I am, freshly dumped by another man who is basically the closest thing to Min Yoongi I have ever encountered after Min Yoongi himself. And to make things worse, he fucking cheated on me. Min Yoongi didn’t need me, and Im Jaebum sure as hell didn’t need me either. What did I do wrong, Joy?”

Joy grips you by your shoulders, forcing eye contact as she peers into your eyes rather demandingly.

“Nothing, honey. They’re just too fucking dense to see that you’re the BADDEST BITCH to walk the earth. They missed out on a huge fuckin’ catch, let me tell you. You’re so out of Jaebum’s league, and it sounds to me like you’re way out of Yoongi’s league, too. They can cry themselves to sleep when you’re out here making the big bucks as a corporate lawyer.”

Sniffling, you nod, fist clenching against your side.  “Yeah! I’m going to kick ass in school and go to a kickass law school and I’m going to make them sorry they ever left me.”

And you follow through on this promise.

The next three years fly by. Initially, you walked by the basketball courts lining the Han River every Sunday night, relishing the occasional, short-lived glimpse of Yoongi.

But eventually he stops showing up, and you do too.

Just like before, your paths reached a fork in the road, and the two of you chose different directions to walk.

Law school flies by as well. You graduate with flying colors, becoming a law clerk shortly before landing a job at a well-respected corporate law firm as an actual attorney.

Joy convinces you to go out to a bar with your friends to celebrate your new job.

“To Y/N!” Joy raises her glass, clinking it as your friends, Mark and Wendy, echo her words. The night ensues normally, and you relish the feeling of being surrounded by friends, catching up on everything that’s happened since your last hangout.

“So how’s your love life?” Wendy asks you, eyes wide and full of concern.

“Nonexistent.” You snort into your glass, taking another sip.

“No one since JB?” Mark whispers his initials as if it’s a secret codename.

“Nope. I haven’t even seen Jaebum since we broke up. It was so easy to ghost someone when you’re in college.” You wave your hand around floppily. “Love is dead, you guys. It’s a fucking myth.”

“You know, I could introduce to you a friend of mine if you want. They all know who you are, and some of them think you’re seriously hot.” Mark suggests, twirling his drink straw around.

“It’s okay, I think I can manage on my own. Besides, I’m not sure I’m looking for anything right now. I need to focus on my career, Mark!”

“Typical Y/N, always focusing on your job over your love life. But seriously, don’t hesitate to ask if you ever feel the least bit interested. I’m not kidding.” Mark sighs, giving up.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, Mark. If it were up to you, all of our marriages would be arranged by now.” Joy snorts, causing Wendy to choke on her drink as she laughs, nodding in agreement.

“Yeah, you’re always trying to set us up! How many eligible bachelor friends do you have, Tuan?” Wendy scoffs.

You giggle as Mark starts to protest, listening in on their banter until you start to feel drowsy. Joy notices your eyelids getting droopy, and she stands up to announce that you should all get going.

“Let’s call it a night, guys. Y/N has her first day on the job tomorrow, and it’s almost midnight already.” Joy declares. Collectively, the group of you makes your way towards the exit, standing out on the street.

“We’re so proud of you, Y/N. You’re gonna do amazing things.” Wendy coos, kissing you on the cheek before you all part ways for the night.

Mark pulls you into a tight hug. “Keep on grinding.”

Arriving home in a taxi, you go to bed feeling full of love and appreciation for how well your life is going.

The alarm breaks the peaceful slumber you are in much earlier than you’d like. Heading into work, you’re immediately thrown into stacks of paperwork. Each year you are expecting to take on about two cases, as they typically take forever to be settled, and the rest of the time you are a consultant to various companies.

Your field of expertise is copyright infringements, and you find yourself working almost exclusively with music labels and entertainment companies.

The first job the firm assigns you to is at SM Entertainment, where you are to work as a consultant in regards to a new album release for Exo.

Entering the meeting room, you take a seat on the black swivel chair, splaying your paperwork in front of you as you prepare for a meeting with the members on discussing what content they can legally release on social media, and how music sampling should be approached.

In the corner of your eye, you see a small brunette slip in the room quietly. Looking up immediately, you stand, smoothing your pencil skirt down and extending a hand professionally.

“Hello, I’m Y/N, the lawyer at hand for copyright consultations.”

“Hi, I’m Do Kyungsoo, or D.O.” Kyungsoo offers a meek smile to you.

He pauses to glance at the empty room.

“Am I early?”

“No, the other members are just late.” You laugh, and he joins in politely.

The meeting progresses smoothly once all the members arrive, and you retire to a coffee shop nearby afterwards in order to address some paperwork that has been rotting in your briefcase for the past few days.

Sighing, you chew on the back of your pen as you stretch your legs out. A bell rings above the doorframe, and you see a familiar face stroll in, approaching the counter.

After they order, you wave frantically.

“Kyungsoo!” You say rather loudly, garnering disapproving looks from people trying to work diligently. You cover your mouth in embarrassment, blushing furiously. Thankfully, Kyungsoo has  already heard you. He makes his way over to your table in the corner.

“Hi, Y/N. Doing some paperwork, I see.” His eyes crinkle as he smiles warmly at you.

“Yeah, I’m drowning in it. But that’s what I signed up for when I became a lawyer, I guess.” You shrug. “What are you doing here? Coffee run?”

“No, I have some scripts I’m supposed to read over and get back to my agent about. I’m always reading scripts so that I can find things I want to audition for.”

“Well, take a seat then.” You gesture to the chair in front of you. “You can keep me company.”

It is in this coffee shop that your friendship with Kyungsoo blossoms. He becomes a permanent fixture in your life, and you make it a requirement to meet up at least once a week to work alongside each other, schedule permitting.

His mellow personality is one you find to be rather soothing. He gives you small tokens of encouragement in the form of handwritten notes or baked goods as you work through your first court case.

After you win the settlement in the case, Kyungsoo is invited to come celebrate with you and your friends. He quickly familiarizes himself with them and becomes part of your core group, and you find yourself feeling ecstatic that the world of Do Kyungsoo has collided with those of Joy, Mark, and Wendy.

Before you know it, your second case is assigned to you in the second half of your first year working at the firm.

Your eyes scan the title page of the papers summarizing the case you were to be handling: TF Entertainment vs. BigHit Entertainment.

You’d never heard of TF Entertainment before, but BigHit was a company you definitely knew from somewhere. Perhaps you knew some of their acts.

As you read, you jot down notes on a notepad you have at hand.

BigHit Entertainment is being sued for duplication of TF Entertainment’s intellectual property.

A song’s melody has been tweaked slightly and used in BigHit group BTS’ latest lead single.

There is widespread controversy over the plagiarism accusation.

BTS is extremely popular, and it may be difficult to find impartial jury members because of this.

TF is a much smaller company in terms of sheer scale and name recognition.

At this last point, you feel elated. You had always wanted to represent smaller companies against more established companies like BigHit. Smiling, you recall Joy’s words of encouragement that one night after you came home crying over the sight of Yoongi at the basketball courts.


That’s why BigHit sounded so familiar to you. It was Yoongi’s company, the one he had signed his life away to and left you in the dust for.

Your ears were always perked up in search of his name in the media, but you hadn’t heard anything about a Min Yoongi, so you assume he had failed like you had predicted. A part of you wanted to tell him “I told you so.”

Sighing, you redirect your focus back to the case at hand. Sliding your cellphone open, you type out a message, confirming a meeting with TF’s songwriters to discuss the case.

The night is spent reading and rereading the case’s details, as you push yourself to overcome the drowsiness and prepare well.

In the morning, you crawl out of bed to get dressed and made up for the busy day ahead of you. First, you travel to the TF Entertainment headquarters, where you meet the songwriting team involved with the disputed song melody. The meeting goes by smoothly, and you take a short lunch break and regroup your notes and approach before calling the opposing lawyer to confirm your next meeting, with BigHit’s personnel.


“Hello. Is this Park Jinyoung?” You take a sip of your coffee, subconsciously sitting up straight although it’s only a phone call.

“Yes, this is he. Y/N, I presume?” Jinyoung, the defendant’s lawyer, responds politely, clearing his throat.

“Correct. I’m just calling to confirm that I’m coming in to meet with the BigHit team in an hour.”

“That sounds great, I’ll see you then. I look forward to meeting you.”

“You, too. Bye bye.”

You relax and enjoy your short break before you head to the bathroom to touch up on your appearance. As a lawyer, it was crucial that you maintained a sleek, professional appearance. Your hair had to be styled to perfection, not a strand out of place. Your makeup had to be meticulously applied, flawless, and natural, but not too natural where it looked like you had made no efforts. Your nails had to be well-manicured, and your attire seamlessly put together.

Smoothing your pencil skirt down, you adjust your blazer and reapply lipstick.

Deeming your appearance fit for the upcoming meeting, you grab your briefcase and step outside dot hail a taxi. Upon arriving at the BigHit building, you smooth your skirt down again and open the door confidently, shrugging your shoulders back and standing tall.

Your profession was all about power moves. You had grown accustomed to the competitive environment throughout your law internships and even more so with the first case. After all, you yourself were wearing red today in efforts to dominate and faze the opposition in even the smallest way possible.

You pretend to type furiously on your phone, making the receptionist wait before setting your cellphone down on the counter.

“Hello. Y/N here to see Lawyer Park Jinyoung, please.” You say offhandedly, making sure to lean forward so that you towered over the frail lady.

“Of course!” She scrambles out of her chair, extending an arm in the direction of the interior of the building. “Right this way, Ms. Y/L/N.”

The nervous woman guides you through a hallway until you’re in front of a large conference room. Along the way, your white heels tap loudly against the hardwood floors, and you cringe at the noise. It’s startling amidst the total silence provided by the undoubtedly sound-proofed walls of the studios.

Standing in front of the door, you tap your foot patiently, waiting for her to open the door for you. She pauses, unsure of what to do before grabbing the handle and opening the door, smiling shakily at you.

“Thank you.” You throw a tiny eye smile over your shoulder, strutting in to the empty room.

Perfect. You were the first one in. Although Jinyoung was undoubtedly making you wait in an attempt at a power play, you were glad he had done so. This gave you time to pick a strategic spot at the front of the room, sitting at the end of the long table. You spread your papers in front of you, scanning over your notes and going over your game plan in your head.

After five minutes or so, the door creaks open and you see who you assume to be songwriters trickling in. Closely following behind is the sole BTS member you recognize, Kim Taehyung, because you had seen Hwarang. But that was besides the point.

You remain seated, gazing lazily at them but making sure to looking squarely into each person’s eyes until they all enter the room.

As your eyes move over to acknowledge the last person, you freeze.

Standing there in all his grey-haired glory is none other than Min Yoongi.


a/n: okay so i totally wanted this to reach 8k words but it’s almost at 6k and i feel like this is a good stopping point, and i don’t want to add unnecessary bullshit to the chapter.

anyways, i HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE THIS! i kept getting distracted while editing this bc i have the flu or something rn so i’ve been drowsy and gross in general haha. jinyoung is making yet another appearance HAHA but he’ll be more of a minor character in this. and i couldn’t help casting Jaebum as the vindictive ex hehe~

k1ngp0llux  asked:

Has Arthur actually covered homosexuality yet? I've seen a lot of taboo issues covered, but is homosexuality too taboo?

i mean, i wouldn’t consider any of the topics taboo per se. serious, yes, but not really off-limits. there’s nothing taboo about cancer, for example.

but that said, the show hasn’t broached gay topics because i think they feel it’s too risky. there was an episode of Postcards From Buster where buster met a coupla kids with lesbian mums and like the episode wasn’t even about gay parents or different families but people made a stink about pbs ~exposing their children~ to this ~~lifestyle~~ and iirc the secretary of education wanted pbs to return all federal funding used to make that ep and etc etc so. you can see why they’d be hesitant to go there again. 

personally i think it sucks, and marc brown himself made it clear that the show is pro-inclusivity and that all kids should be able to relate to any of the characters, and you’d think that’d include gay kids or kids with gay parents. but what can ya do?

hopefully in the future we’ll get episodes where gay stuff is addressed but. right now, there have been no episodes about such topics and no sign of it to come in future eps. 

hidden-daydreamers  asked:

For the family Sheith Au has Lance ever tried being a beauty guru? Like Shiro and Keith allow him to post videos to YouTube and his channel get gets popular?? Like a teen boy who gives good advice and does his makeup and outfits so good??? Lance would probably get overwhelmed knowing this was his thing™ and that people honestly like him

[The Voltron Family] It was no secret in the family that Lance liked using beauty products. He had to get rid or at least hide those pimples one way or another, right? It was Daddy Shiro who, of course, advised him which products would be good to use that could not be harmful to him. He was a doctor after all, it was his thing.

Then his friends noticed how on earth he was taking such good care of his skin. To which he just jokes around “Oh, well, genes. Plus, my Dad’s a doctor and he keeps track of our health. So, he told me to use this product.” His friends told him he should post a video about it on YouTube.

He felt the need to ask permission though from his parents for some reason. They said it was okay as long as it didn’t affect his studies. And that was how he started his channel wherein he gave beauty tips and advises on good combos for outfits. He didn’t expect he’d get a lot of subscribers and receive such kind comments. So he continued.

His recent live video was trending and became the most viewed in less than 5 hours. 

Make Up Time with My Dad
50.4M views - 4 hours ago

“Today, I have a special guest,” Lance said at the start of the video. “I know I don’t usually have a guest but I thought it would be fun to have one. So, anyway. I have two amazing Dads. One’s a neurosurgeon and another is an author.” He paused to smile. “You might have read a book or two of his. One of them will join me for this thing and I’m pretty excited.” He looked away behind the camera and waved over, “C’mon, Daddy Keith. This is your cue.”

breathewithfire: omg he still calls him daddy lol
anthonyly: Y’all no shame. I still call mine daddy too and I’m 19 so stfu

His Dad sat down beside him on couch in the living room. He looked at the camera nervously and made an awkward wave. “Hi.”

dragonsbeforemurder: He looks so young??????? Is that normal??????
Danica Wells: He is such a cutie. <3
spideyforlife: I’m having this weird tingly feeling in my nether regions 
clarrisemel: Oh wow. I didn’t know he was gay. Love his series!
keithisthebest: He’s ace. He’s been very open about it. Fucking Legend. 

Lance laughed at the live comment section. “Whoa, guys! Calm down! But yes, I’m the son of Keith Shirogane. Sometimes it’s easy to forget he’s known world wide, cause at home he’s just my Dad.” 

BelleDuck: Awwwwwww, does he cook, Lance?
Viva090: He seems like the type to bake Halloween cookies lbr. 

Lance just rolled his eyes fondly. “People, in case you forgot this is a make-up tutorial video. Not a Q&A.” He turned to his Dad and said, “We should get started. First, there’s this BB cream that I use that’s really good.” 

Lance explained to the camera and then turned to his Dad. He opened the tube and squeezed out just a little cream. “Just a small amount and then apply to dry skin—five dots would be fine.” He started putting dots of cream to his Dad’s face as he enumerated them. “Forehead, two cheeks, nose and then lastly, chin. Then gently blend it out.”

“Hmmm,” Keith hummed with his eyes closed as Lance spread the cream all over his face. “This is quite nice. I see why you like this.”

Lance just laughed. “I’m so jealous why you have such nice skin though.” He turned towards the camera and added, “Guys, I’m serious. Daddy Keith literally has like the softest skin I’ve ever touched. Like, a baby’s bum.”

He received a soft slap from his Dad. 

“This rude child,” he opened his eyes just for Lance to see them roll at him. “I’m Asian. It’s kind of our thing. We’re flawless. Head to toe.”

GinaGreed: LMAO Ok but where the lie though HAHAHHAA
Harold Gull: The man knows his facts. 
Jenny Salvador: As an Asian, I can confirm what he said is true. XD

They were about to continue when they got disrupted by Daddy Shiro. He suddenly appeared from behind them to kiss Daddy Keith on the lips, tilting his head backwards for easy access. 

“Morning, love,” Daddy Shiro smiled like a love-struck man.

“Morning,” Daddy Keith returned the smile.

Danica Wells: Is that your other Daddy? 
spideyforlife: What the heck did we just witness? Not complaining tho. He just did the spiderman kiss but like couch version 
bootstrapbilldeservedbetter: OH MY GOD <3 <3 <3 <3 
catherine: this is officially my fave live video ever im crying in the club
bringbackemomusic: OK BUT MARRIAGE GOALS?? They are so cute!!!
everythingisbetterrightwhereitswetter: They look so in love. DISGUSTING. 
samuraijack: Everyone’s thinking it so i’m gonna say it: HE IS HOT. Like no offense Lance but wtf do you have two gorgeous dads? WHERE DO I SIGN UP

“Daddy Shiro!” Lance groaned. “We’re doing the live YouTube video today!”

His Dad stepped back, blinking repeatedly. “Oh my god. I’m sorry! Was it today? Did I just ruin your video? I mean, you could edit it, right? Wait, you said live, so you can’t.” He frowned. “I should just leave now before I make it worse.”

Khalisi: No! Daddy Shiro don’t go! Come back!
keithisthebest: DON’T GOOOOO!!
Rica Fillion: Lance, tell your Dad not to go!! He didn’t ruin the video!
samuraijack: He looks so heartbroken. POOR BB. he just wanted to kiss the husband :((((((((((((

Lance just let out a boisterous laugh. “It’s okay, Daddy Shiro. You two are causing such amazing reaction from my viewers. How do you guys do it?”

Connor Murphy and reader with chubb (HCs)

- Okay, so, Connor is lanky, yeah? (this is all just my opinion for the plot because your girl has some chubb)

- So like when you were first just friends, you were like, “do we look weird around each other”

- You then were a little self-conscious cuz you were like “yeah we do, Connor doesn’t like me”

- Then Connor sucked it up and told you he liked you and you cried

- He panicked and thought he did something wrong

- But you told him that it wasn’t that, you were just so happy

- And he’s like lmao why

- I feel like you two would have to be v supportive of each other

- Connor doesn’t think he’s a good person and doesn’t deserve you

- You’ve gotta let him know that you don’t agree with any of those things

- He needs validation (don’t we all?)

- Connor isn’t a big cuddler tbh

- He’ll do it and he enjoys it, but he won’t initiate it

- When he does cuddle, he like is a koala

- He just kinda like hangs off of you

- I feel like if you were having a low day he would 100% be very confused

- Because when he sees you, he sees a beautiful person who he loves with every piece of him

- He honestly gets a tad angry when you don’t see yourself the same way he sees you

- Not like at you for feeling the way you’re feeling, at himself for not doing good enough to make you know that he feels that way

- You tell him that no matter how many nice compliments someone gets or how ever many times they get told they’re beautiful, it won’t change until they truly believe they’re beautiful

- I feel like Connor is a massive hypocrite without knowing it

- Like with that up there, he’s that way at first with being a “freak”

- He doesn’t believe you when you say he’s not a freak and you think he’s a good person just with a hard exterior

- I also have this feeling that Connor doesn’t really care that you’re larger

- He doesn’t think it to be a big deal because everyone is a different person and stuff

- He also starts to buy his jacket and sweaters at a larger size so you can wear them also

- You ask him about it and he’s like “What? I don’t do that. On a completely unrelated topic, I got this new black hoodie and it’s really soft. You should wear it to school tomorrow.”

- To Connor, it’s like this sign that you’re his and that makes him happy

- Connor also will physically fight anyone who is rude to you on purpose

- (also I feel like this would be a topic Jared wouldn’t tease anyone about because he’s got chubb and knows how it feels to be teased for it, so no matter how chummy you two are, he won’t say anything about it)

- Okay back to Connor

- So Connor would fight anyone whose gaze lingered onto you for too long

- No matter if they were checking you out or staring at you because you’re chubby

- He will walk to them and ask why they were lookin’

- If their answer was anything other than an apology Connor will probably shove them and you’re like CONNOR NO

- He is just thinking CONNOR YES

- But you just have to ask again and then he leaves with you

- And those are the moments he wants to cuddle

- Like aggressive and loving cuddles

- I also feel like Connor just likes it when you hug him

- He tries to hide it but you just make him feel so warm and safe and gahhhh

- Also, if you’re okay with it, he wears your jackets and dark colored shirts if he comes over

- Like he’ll be staying over and you’re like okay well I don’t have clothes for you

- And he walks to your drawers and puts on one of your shirts

- Then he just says, “Fuck pants” and then takes them off and gets into bed like that

- He wears your jackets to school and Jared will be like, “Hey Connor, your girlfriend wears the pants in the relationship? Aren’t you a man?”

- Connor rolls his eyes, “At least someone will go out with me? Tell me, Jared, ever been with anyone other than your hand?”

- Connor just doesn’t give two shits about what people think of your relationship

- If you want to like be healthier and lose some weight, Connor will support you

- But only if it’s for yourself and you’re doing the right way

- Like if you want to do it because people made fun of you, he’ll try his hardest to make you know how wonderful he thinks you are

- If you’re skipping meals, he’ll tell you how that’s actually worse for you

- Sometimes when he says things that, you just cry because it’s so weird having someone notice that you’re doing these things and actually talking to you about them

- Connor will then take you to your favorite place to eat for dinner

- I just feel like Connor understands having insecurities and wanting to overcome them, but also that it’s not easy to and you need people to support you

When they were deciding Keith's birthday
  • Writers: Alright lets see..we know we should have it in October...Steven what do you think?
  • Steven: The 23rd
  • Writers: that was quick...
  • Steven: that's when I died
  • Writers: wait-
  • Steven: and the black parade was released, plus its slap your annoying coworker day
  • Writers: I'm guessing you're referring to Lance...wait but why is all this important?
  • Steven: If you're making him emo go all the way
  • Writers: huh well-
  • Steven: also that's the first day of Scorpio and scorpios and Pisces are really compatible
  • Writers: why does that matter?
  • Steven: *closing out seven tabs of most compatible sign with Pisces and Scorpio and Pisces relationship*
  • Steven, Josh, and Bex: no reason
The problem with tumblr.

You are all angry.
Stupidly angry, rightfully angry, angry for the sake of being angry.

It needs to stop, at least on this website.
Every week there is a situation which follows this pattern:
Situation>Angry reaction>Thought out reaction>Truth through research which disproves the original point>A lot of ignored fact as people want to stay angry.

And what does it accomplish? Nothing.
Know why?
You’re convincing other people on tumblr.
Nothing leaves this site.

A reblog doesn’t accomplish anything when you’re already in a hive mind of agreement.
You’ll find an asshole off this website, screenshot it, and bring it back here to get people to chastise this person without ever confronting them or trying to educate them in a one on one conversation.
Eventually someone hunts that person down and bring all their followers.
Stop bringing back up to make someone’s life hell because they’re not apart of your hive mind, talk and respect opinions even if they conflict with yours.

And god forbid someone is brave enough to speak out on this site, you attack them until they’re gone because they got in the way of your unrealistic world view.
1 vs 1000. Gee, you’re all so oppressed by this one person’s opinion.
You don’t even try to educate if they’re apart of this website, it’s straight to anger to perfect the sjw eugenics.

You can’t act like every argument is a war.
Nothing changes except the fact you continue to make yourselves the bullies.
You think more people are willing to change their stance if you’re representing your side of the argument as an onslaught of anger?
No, it builds contempt and reinforces defiance.

Learn to pick your fights because it’s getting out of hand how embarrassing things are getting. This website is the butt of all jokes because you demand respect without being respectful.

It’s not even fair on yourselves in the end.
I’ve seen people going from the kindest individuals into a slave of sjw reblogs.
These blogs represent you and your likes, your lifestyle.
Every post is like an object in your room that defines you.
Are you happy in your room, or are you just filling this room with things you’re told you’re supposed to have?

I’m not saying ignore everything, some causes do help. But learn to filter between awareness that will help vs a reblog that makes you look good for reblogging.
I can’t tell you personally what’s important or not, that’s subjective, just be aware you’re not obligated to be angry at everything handed to you.
Otherwise you filter your blog to sjw bs, and make hive mind subsets, a cycle of people with the exact same thought process which traps you into only seeing angry sjw posts.

Life is about conflicting ideas and compromise, not a dictatorship of right or wrong.
(And stop adding “they should die” if they don’t agree with you. That’s not helping, it proves you’re just as immoral as you claim anyone else to be.)

I don’t really know how to conclude this other than… think for yourselves, think what makes you happy, what ACTUALLY makes you angry and deserves your attention, and all the emotions in between.
It’s not fun being angry.
Don’t let your life revolve around it.
Anger is a sign you need to find compromise, don’t yell at everyone to do what you want.
As I said, your arguments never leave this website (unless they’re cringe bad), you’re just creating a hot box of hate we all gotta deal with one way or another.