haha i said a bad word

a list of things will solace has definitely said
  • i have no idea what i’m doing…
  • i sure do hope i die in my sleep!!
  • don’t use bad words
  • *pointing at a cat* kitty…..
  • to heck with being a doctor i’m becoming a kitty expert
  • how does my character jump- OO! look at that i just jumped!! haha i’m a gamer already
  • *loses at video game* you know, video games are actually a waste of time
  • that is so unhygienic
  • you’re garbage
  • I’m garbage
  • kids these days make no sense to me…..
  • can you please be more civilized there are children here

telamvitae  asked:

Look. I know April fools is a time to make jokes and make people laugh but this whole thing went way too far. I'm not just speaking for the fans. I don't think it was right to make them upset, but think about the creators of the aus! Imagine what would happen if someone said your au would be in some popular series and then it was brushed off as a joke. Like "haha who am I kidding why would I put THAT in my work?" It's not cool. And most certainly not funny.

Well I think you’re taking this too much serious.

If my AU would be included in a big project, at least I would try to make the best with my characters and story and BEING NICE with the person that want to take my characters… Not just begging them all time, threatening, telling that person bad words to get their attention and thinking that I am THEIR BOSS to force them what they must do and what not.

At least I would giving my best to create a good AU and make it “popular” or loved by my own, not taking the easiest way. Some people doesn’t even have PRUDENCE and RESPECT about I as an artist, and they think that I’m just doing this as a request. 

Would you like people start giving you orders about the course of your stories, comics, or even YOUR OWN LIFE?? That’s the “Not funny” thing you’re talking me about.

And I’ve seen the comments of my video. People is laughing and happy. I haven’t seen someone upset…well I think you’re the only one.
Try to chill a bit and just enjoy!

Geez…

Stormy Night (M)

The things you do to try and forget your ex are the same things that make him go mad.


Friend!Jungkook X Sad!Reader 

Word count: 2,085

Warnings: Angst, Hoeing around, meaty wings, etc


Stormy Night


“Please stop following me.” 

You didn’t want to look him in the eyes anymore, for fear your glare would scratch away at his kindheartedness. You tore through your front door, kicking off your dewy flats at the step. Your silky scarf was ripped from your neck, tossed aimlessly towards the hat hanger where it fluttered to the floor. But you didn’t care. 

You bit your lip until it bled, hearing that he had, indeed, not stopped following you into your house. He hadn’t responded either. Both of you were soaking wet, the sudden rain being yet another disturbance of your evening out. 

“I told you to stop meeting with… them.” He finally said. You bit back your scoff, turning to face him to repeat what you’d said time and time again. 

“Stop telling me what to do!” You dug your clammy fingers against your cheeks, running them up through your wet tendrils. He looked down at you sadly, pity in the dark eyes gazing through damp locks. Why did he look so upset? Why did your life make him feel so bad? 

You felt your eyes grow warm, choking on a sob before continuing. “So what if I’m a goddamn whore? This is the most fun I’ve had since Taehyung left! This is the only thing I look forward to every time I wake up from a night of fucking endless tears!” 

You were on your knees then, having fallen under the burdening weight of your own sob story. Your cheeks were wetter than before; the dress you wore to the club that evening hiked up your thighs and twisted around your body. Of course, like every other distressed damsel, you’d received it from your lost love. But it worked wonders on making you the candy of desiring men’s eyes.

Taehyung up and left two months ago, leaving you on your front steps in the rain. But the rain was much different right now; not the damning drizzle it was that night. No, now it was pouring, dreadfully, like the feeling was suddenly sinking in. The thunder clapped consistently, lightning flashing without regard for your fear of it. 

You looked up, meeting Jungkook’s eyes. You were puzzled by the look in them. There was no kindness. No warmth. He looked distressed, and you suddenly felt bad. For existing, haha. 

“I’m sorry.” You were still looking at him as you said it, and you saw the morph of emotions pass his features. He was then enveloping you in his arms, his warmth immediately comforting you. You let your tears fall then. 

“Jungkook, I am so sorry.” You repeated through sobs, not heeding his pained words of reassurance. “I’m not sorry for the men, because if I’m being honest, they help.” You hiccuped; he tensed. “It’s fucked up but they help. But I’m sorry for not being the friend you want in your life—” 

“Shut up, Y/N.” 

His voice was hoarse, and you couldn’t help the widening of your eyes. His large hands went to your shoulders, pushing you until you were nearly nose to nose. Thunder clapped then, the lights flickering for a brief moment, as if to add to the intensity of his gaze. “Just… shut up.” 

He went on to kiss your cheeks, your forehead, your chin, the underside of your jaw. But all you could do was look ahead as his lips ghosted and chastely met the surface of your skin. His eyebrows were knitted, eyes closed, an almost desperate look on his face.

You bit your lip, arms falling limp to your sides. This is your fault. He’s too good for this. You exhaled sharply, saying, “I couldn’t help myself. After Tae left.” 

Jungkook stopped, head slowly raising to meet your orbs once again. The pain and desperation you saw on his face was almost too much to bear, but you forced yourself to maintain eye contact. “I didn’t know how else to forget him. I didn’t fucking kno—” 

Your back suddenly collided with the wooden flooring, harshly, wrists being pinned far above your head. He was in-between your legs, groin to groin, to cease your thrashing from the sudden shift. “You can start by using me!” Jungkook voiced through gritted teeth, a vein popping in his neck. 

He thrust his hips against you, your pelvis jerking with the connection. “You can start by using your friends!” Another thrust, and your head was thrown back by the sheer power of his hips and angered words. 

“Jungkook—” Your lungs fought to breath properly, another crash of thunder shaking the windows. 

He then rolled himself against your core, the dress riding up and bunching around your waist as your friend burrowed his face in the crook of your neck. “Instead of strangers, use the ones who love you most! Fucking use me!” 

You cried out as his teeth impaled your flesh, his clothed cock paving against your exposed panties. 

“Fuck, Jungkook!” He was motivated by your wail of ecstasy, his fingers beginning to roam freely. 

You grew hot, and you were already damned wet, but your body responded desperately towards his actions, and soon you were clawing at his leather jacket. This was beyond the friendship you two were accustomed to, though with his palms groping your breasts through the silky fabric, you could only push that thought aside and arch your back into him. 

“Stop making me feel so useless!”

His fingers sought to abuse your nipples, pinching them until you cried out. 

“You’re not useless—!” You gasped, reveling in the pain and pleasure he drove you to. 

“And that’s why you’re with a different guy each week?!” His hand flew from your breast to tear the lace from between your legs, and you inhaled sharply, the cold air stinging you pleasantly. 

“I didn’t want you… to worry…!” You exclaim in winded pants, clinging to him as he continued his dry thrusts. It was becoming sweltering beneath him, despite the change in temperature as his cold fingers wasted no time gliding between your slick folds, thumbing your bundle of nerves until your toes were twitching uncontrollably.

“I always worry!” He drilled a finger inside of you, and you released whatever the combination of a moan and a gasp was. Writhing beneath him, you shakily clutched his jacket, managing to pry it off his shoulders enough for him to get the memo, shrugging it off with a haste you never witnessed before. 

He replaced his finger with his tongue, so suddenly you didn’t even see him bend down to lap at your succulent sweetness as though it were the only cure for an illness he possessed. “Oh god.” You murmured, eyes rolling back behind closed lids. 

You saw the underside of his jaw lurch forward with every pass of his tongue dipping in and out of you, and you groaned at the sight. It was hot. You always knew he was hot. But as he lightly nibbled on your meaty wings, his eyes meeting yours with a determined look you have never seen, you realized how attracted you were to him. 

With powerful fingers, he clenched your thighs so hard you were sure they’d bruise, but he was keeping you wide open, only for him. 

After he felt you clenching around his tongue, he pulled back, licking his lips and diving in for your first shared kiss. His wet lips melded against your own, where yours willingly opened and welcomed him. You tasted the bitter sweetness of yourself and wondered how much of you he’d drank up, the silkiness of his tongue corrupting your senses. It was all so much that you pulled away, gasping for air. 

“Jungkook—you really want to do this?” You are curious as to why you questioned, because the flame in his eyes gave it away. Before he could respond, you said, through pants, “I’ve been with so many guys, I don’t want you to be disgusted or—” 

The man literally growled, his teeth clashing painfully against yours, to the point it was no longer the sweetness of your core infiltrating your mouth, but also the burn of copper, of blood. He sucked your bottom lip until you squealed in a joyous pleasure, then he forced you to squirm so he could pull your dress over your head, tossing that damn thing god knows where. You were still on the floor, which wasn’t entirely comfortable until he had you raising your bare chest in the air so he could pass his lips through the canyon of your soft mounds. 

That worked magically. 

At last, the both of you were freed from your constricting, confining clothing. His cock brushed against you and you whimpered, a sound he stole off your lips passionately. When he pulled away, he snarled, his index finger coating itself in your fluid again as he looked down at you. “I don’t care how many guys you’ve been with,” You let out a wail with his strokes, as he then positioned his poised member at your entrance. “Just that I’m the last one.” 

He slid in so fast and hard, you were certain you’d seen flashes not belonging to the lightning outside. Jungkook didn’t give the time to cope with his girth and length, continuing with the same intensity he had the first thrust. He pummeled you into the floor, your spine flexing, body curving up into him. 

Jungkook groaned loudly in your ear, his torso connecting slickly with yours, as though two waves of an ocean were gliding back and forth. He sloppily sucked sensitive areas of your neck, ones he discovered made you moan the most, ones causing you to clench tighter. It was messy, but messily perfect and beautiful; two desperate fools seeking to quench a desire that had long since been ignited. And through it all, the pit of your stomach was growing tighter by the second. 

“Ah… Jungkook!” You ran your nails down his back, earning delightful shivers. 

Your head was bouncing, and you couldn’t think straight, which was why you hardly noticed when a crash of thunder shook the entire house, and the power cut. In total darkness, the only sounds were the hot moans and pants in your right ear, and a white noise that made everything suddenly more realistic. 

Your legs spread wider, then Jungkook hooked the right one over his elbow, angling into you. His thrusts faltered briefly, and you almost protested him, but your words fumbled in your mouth when his newfound slow pace was met with even harder, more aggressive pumps into you. 

“Fuck, Y/N! Don’t make me.. worry about you… again!” 

You screamed out, desperately clinging to his muscular build. “I won’t!” 

“Don’t you dare—” His bare foot flexed against the wood floor as he pulled out all the way, “… ignore me ever again!” He slammed in so intensely stars were invading your vision. You felt tears in your eyes, whether it be from his words or mighty fine fucking, you couldn’t tell. But you clutched him harder, nodding into his neck as your head raised. You kissed his collarbones until he slowed down again, laying you down completely. 

He stopped his moving, fingers lightly coming up to your chin so you’d look at him. His gaze was soft, softer than you had seen all evening. He wasn’t smiling, but he wasn’t frowning. Jungkook moved his arm beneath your head to cushion it against the flooring. “Y/N.” His lips trailed the tears that had made it to either sides of your cheeks. 

“I will make you forget him. I love you. I will always love you.” And with that, you only released one sob before he was kissing you with the immense passion he hadn’t before displayed, his hips rolling into yours intently, a free hand encompassing whatever parts of your body were cold. 

Your breasts, your back, your hips, your wrist, he warmed it all, fingers lacing with yours as he refused to break eye contact even as he approached his climax. You felt the wave wash over you, the sticky surface of sweat against the cool air, and he twitched from within you. Intimately embracing you as he finished off with a groan, he remained inside, only rolling over so you were both chest to chest. 

“Thank you.” You found yourself saying. He didn’t respond, but you could feel his smile against your scalp. 

The power remained out, the rain and thunder continued, and you knew you were left in his comforting arms for the rest of the night. But you had to break the silence. For something that was far overdue. 

“I love you too.”

“meaty wings”

ew

Thanks for reading, I shall now take requests ~ ^^^^^^^^~

anonymous asked:

Pretty please write another part for The Most Awkward Semester Ever because oh my goodness i love it sooo much!!

Here you go!

Part I Part II


The Most Awkward Semester Ever III

Logan sighed, lying down on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. His plan had somewhat worked. He had gotten Virgil to relax around him. He just hadn’t been able to keep him relaxed.

But the fact that Virgil would still flinch from his touch was… distressing. Logan had never thought of himself as someone who could inspire such fear, and learning that he could was disquieting.

If only he could pin down the reason for Virgil’s reactions. He had been working off the assumption that it was his reputation in academics that had intimidated Virgil, but the more time he spend with the other, the less he was sure of that.

While it had taken some time to coax out from behind the stammering, Virgil had a quick wit and an intelligent mind. He had especially proven that today, Logan had found his point on the poem’s comparison of immortality and death, with death being upheld as superior, to be most fascinating.

Of course, with Virgil having proven his ability to keep up with Logan academically, the question remained. Why was he so afraid?

Logan sighed again. Sometimes he wished he was better at understanding other people and their emotions. But unfortunately, people were more complicated than equations. If only he had Patton’s ability to read people.

Logan sat up. That was it, Patton! If there was anyone who could figure out what was going on and make Virgil relax, it would be Patton. He could arrange some outing, social in nature, nothing academic in case that was the reason. Then Patton could help fix things.

Logan pushed himself of the bed, walking to his desk to grab his phone. He quickly pulled up Patton’s contact, drumming his fingers on the desk as he listened to it ring.

“Hello?”

“Patton,” Logan cut in. “I need you to accompany Virgil and me on a social outing.”

“I’m sorry, what?” Patton replied.

Logan explained further. “You are much more talented than I at reading people and putting them at ease. Therefore I have decided to enlist your help with Virgil. I though a social outing would ease any academic pressure he would be feeling, and with you there, he might stay relaxed this time.”

“I take it today didn’t go well then,” Patton said, sounding sympathetic,

Logan frowned. “Well, it was going well. But then I overstepped my boundaries and made Virgil uncomfortable again when I invaded his personal space. Afterwards, I sought to regain the progress I had made, but I fear I wasn’t quite successful.”

There was a pause before Patton spoke up again.

“You know, Logan,” he said, “I’m really proud of you for trying so hard with this, but you do know it’s alright if you can’t make Virgil feel comfortable around you, right?”

Logan stood up straighter, feeling indignant.

“I’m not going to give up,” he snapped. “For starters, having my English partner afraid of me is hardly conducive to good work. And secondly, I have come to enjoy his company. He’s remarkably intelligent, a good conversationalist, and as I learned today, makes an excellent partner for solving puzzles. I think we could be good friends, if he wasn’t so frightened all the time. I just, I don’t like having him scared of me.”

By the end of his rant, Logan’s voice had become softer and more despairing. He often struggled to make friends, there was a reason he rarely spent time with anyone aside from Patton. But he enjoyed his time with Virgil. So to have the other flinch from him was disheartening.

Patton sighed. “Alright, I can see you’re quite determined on this. And it is always nice to make new friends. So what were you thinking?”

“The movies,” Logan replied. “I’ve been meaning to see Kubo and the Two Strings before it leaves theaters, and with the movie being the main focus of the outing, I’m hoping Virgil will feel less pressured and therefore less nervous. I also plan to tell him to feel free to invite any of his friends so that he won’t feel outnumbered.”

“You want to take him to the moves?” Patton’s voice had a strange tone to it.

“Yes,” Logan said, “I was thinking next weekend. Are you free then?”

“Yeah, I’m free,” Patton said. He now sounded amused for some reason.

“Excellent” Logan replied, now feeling much more cheered by his plans. “I’ll text Virgil to determine a more precise time, then tell you the details. I appreciate your help.”

“Anytime,” Patton said. “Talk to you later.“

Logan hung up. With Patton’s help, things were sure to go well. Switching over to messages, he sent off a quick text. Hopefully, he’d get a reply soon.

Virgil was sitting in Roman’s car, his head buried in his knees.

Roman glanced over at him.

“Feeling any better, Hot Topic,” he asked, his voice warring between amused and concern.

“Mrrrrrrg,” Virgil groaned out.

“Right, that’s a no.” Roman sighed. “What even happened that has you this worked up?”

“I’m an idiot,” Virgil mumbled into his knees.

“Alright, not going to disagree with you there, but you have to give some more detail than that.”

Virgil lifted his head up to glare at Roman.

“Haha, very funny,” he said sarcastically, before looking back down at his knees. His fingers traced patterns on his jeans as he tried to bring his thoughts into some form of order.

“Logan touched me and I freaked out,” he finally said dully. “He was getting a watermelon seed off my cheek, and I panicked. He must think I’m a total weirdo.”

“I’m sure it wasn’t that bad,” Roman replied, but he didn’t sound all that confident in his words. Before Virgil could reply though, his phone buzzed.

Pulling it out, he saw it was a text from Logan. Groaning, he tossed his phone onto the seat. That was it, he knew it. Logan hated him.

“Is that him?” Roman asked. “Well, aren’t you going to look at it?”

“I’d much rather wallow in my misery,” Virgil grumbled. But after a brief pause, his curiosity got the best of him, and he unlocked the phone.

The message read: Virgil, I was hoping you would be willing to join me next weekend on an outing to the movies. My friend Patton and I will be seeing Kubo and the Two Strings, and I would like it if you could join us. You are welcome to invite any of your friends as well. If next weekend is an inconvenient time, please let me know and we can reschedule.

Virgil stared at his phone.

“Well, what did he say?” Roman said impatiently, breaking Virgil’s reverie.

“Um, he invited me to go the movies with him and one of his friends next Saturday. Oh, and you can come too,” Virgil finally managed to choke out.

“That’s fantastic!” Roman cheered. “See, he doesn’t think you’re an idiot.”

“Or maybe he’s just taking pity on me,” Virgil shot back. “Plus what if this friend he’s talking about is actually his boyfriend. God, if he’s had a boyfriend all this time, I can never show my face in school again.”

“Calm down, Doctor Gloom.” Roman said, rolling his eyes. “Don’t go jumping to conclusions. Plus from what you’ve told me, the guy tends to be pretty blunt. If it was his boyfriend, he’d probably say so. Now, what’s going to happen is you’re going to text back yes, and we’ll have a great time. What movie is it anyway?”

“Kubo and the Two Strings” Virgil replied distractedly, staring at his phone. He bit his lip.

“You really think I should go?” he asked quietly, feeling his stomach churn.

Roman pulled over. Once the car was parked, he turned towards Virgil.

“Look,” he said gently. “You like this guy, and maybe this is a sign that he might just end up liking you back someday. But if you don’t go, you’ll never know. I know you don’t like taking risks, but sometimes you need to, so life doesn’t pass you by. This is one of those times, and as your friend, I’m not going to let you miss out on this.”

Virgil took a deep breath, and let it out slowly. Roman… had a point.

“Fine,” he said. “But if this goes wrong, I will hold it against you forever.”

Roman just smirked at him. “Yes, but if it goes right, you’ll owe me forever.”

Virgil made a face at him, before turning back to his phone. Here went nothing.

Back at his house, Logan’s head shot up as his phone pinged. He pulled it towards him.

I’m free on Saturday.

anonymous asked:

Reaction to Jooheon, Minhyuk and Shownu, when do you give them a bj while they are talking on the cell phone?

Reacting to you giving them a blowjob while they’re on the phone (Shownu, Minhyuk, and Jooheon)

Warning: NSFW

Shownu: He didn’t even see it coming, it was such a blur to him. One minute you were watching tv while he was talking to his friend from highschool, the next minute you were in between his legs, a coy smirk on your lips. His eyes narrowed a bit as he kept talking while you unzipped his fly. “What are you doing?” He mouthed as his eyes went from your eyes to your hands quickly. “Nothing. Keep talking” You grinned as you took out his cock, slowly pumping it to get it nice and hard. “Y-Yea I remember the time you cheated off my test h-ha you’re still too mischievous” He spoke into the phone shakily as you started to take him into your mouth. He pleadingly looked at you as you licked across his tip. “Fuuuckkkk I um ju-just stubbed my toe. Uh oh” He laughed into the phone, trying to play it cool. 

“Y/n p-please” “Keep talking, baby”

Minhyuk“Yea, I ate this weird ass thing I found in the back of the fridge tod- woAH Y/N WHAT’RE YOU-?!” “Shhh” You cut him off as he exclaimed out of shock once he looked down to find you smiling smugly at him and tugging down his boxers to reveal his cock, immediately licking the length of it. He whimpered away from the phone as his dick twitched from your tongue, “Sorry for ye-yelling in your ear, y/n startled me h-haha” He tried to joke as you sucked on his now hard cock, watching his face twist into pleasure. “Yea I’m ok, I j-just have a re-really bad headache” He whined loudly once you took his whole length in your mouth, smacking his outer thigh from being so loud. “I’m ok I swear!” He said into the phone as he mouthed the words you were waiting for. “I’m close”

“Y-Yes my vo-voice has always randomly done that” “You’re so cute”

 Jooheon: He would freak the fuck out the whole entire time, afraid that the other person could sense the sinfulness of the act you were performing on him through the phone. His hands started shaking the middle of your ministrations, obviously nervous as hell but at the same time, horny as hell. He was fairly good at keeping quiet until you started dragging your nails down his bare thighs while you sucked on his hard, red cock. That’s when the noises started up. “Hnng, y-yep y/n’s doing fine. Sometimes she teases me t-too hmmm much. I mean she’s alw-always making f-fun of me” He glared at you a bit as you blew a kiss to him and pumped his cock faster, ignoring his soft groans. “F-Fuck I gotta call you back y/n broke a couch” He hung up the phone before the person could respond. He laid back his head and sighed loudly.

“That was smooth, Joohoney.” “You’re mean” 

-J

2

EPISODE 2

“Yo, Jay, pass me the nachos.”

The boys and I were all watching Wonder Woman again in Father’s living room. His personal theater was being redesigned at the moment, so we decided to just stay in the one room where we always hang out. Jason took the nachos from Tim and passed them over to me, “Here, babe.”

I told him thanks and grabbed a handful of nachos, stuffing them into my mouth. “Can you guys pause the movie, I need to use the bathroom,” I asked after swallowing.

Damian took the control and paused it, “Don’t take long, the fight is almost over.”

As I got up from the couch, I heard my phone jingle on the coffee table. Probably a new message, “Jason, can you check that for me!?” I called over my shoulder. I barely left the living room when I heard Jason curse loudly, “What the fuck is this!? Artza, get back in here!”

I groaned, my bladder can’t take this kind of torture right now. I turned back into the living room, “What!?”

The boys were all angry crowding around my phone. Jason was the most furious of them all, “What the hell is up with you guys?”

Damian crawled onto Jason’s shoulders,“Pass it here! I want to answer this low life abomination!” 

“No! I know exactly what to say! Give it here!” Tim snatched my phone out of Jason’s hand but a few moments later, Dick was holding my phone, “Yeah right, I’m the oldest, which means I’m the wisest, I should answer!”

Before Dick started typing, I grabbed it out of his hand, “Why are you guys so angry? My gosh!” I scrolled up and read the newest anon, “Oh cool! New anon hate!” I grinned.

“How could you possibly say this is cool!?” Jason growled, “This fucking piece of throbbing turbocunt just told you to go die!”

“And they also want me to burn in hell! This is great!” 

Dick’s jaw hit the floor, “You gotta be kidding me!”

“I mean, I’m already going to hell so…”

“We can’t just let this slide!” Tim snarled.

Damian tried to grab my phone but I raised it up in the air, placing my hand on his forehead, pushing him back as he tried to climb up my body, “Unhand me, sister! I must answer!” 

I kicked Dick in the chest when he also tried to grab my phone, making him fall back onto the couch, “Oh come on!” He protested, “Tim’s right! We gotta give them hell!”

I glared at both Jason and Tim, stopping them from going near my phone, “Listen to me,” I snapped, “This anon doesn't deserve my time, not even yours. So could you guys please let this go!?”

Jason was fuming, “No! That fucknugget called you a bi piece of shit! How are you not angry about this!?” 

“Because I’m smart! They also said that I’m not even really gay, do you know how stupid that is?” I chuckled, “Of course I’m not gay! And this anon also called me a hoe, this is even funnier than the last one, to be honest.”

I still don’t know why these poor excuse of human beings don't understand that calling me a hoe will not bother me. It’s really sad. If you really want to send me anon hate, calling me a hoe wouldn't be such a good idea if you want to see me break. Come on anon, the word is in my damn username. You gotta try better than this.

I was still pushing Damian away, this kid just doesn't want to give up. My gosh, I’m so proud of him.

Dick fold his arms across his chest, “This person thinks you want pity.” He muttered.

I shoved my phone in my pocket, “Haha! I almost forgot about that. Pity for what? Being bi? That was strange for them to say, I love being bi. They just said that because they think being bi is a bad thing.”

“I hate people like that,” Tim sighed, “Being bi is still a significant part of the LGBTQ+ community. What else would the B stand for?”

Jason smirked, “They probably don’t know how many girls you’ve been with before me.”

I bit my lip, forcing myself not to laugh, “That’s another thing. I don’t need to prove that I’m bi. If I say that I’m bi then I’m bi, it’s that simple.”

Damian finally stopped trying to get my phone. He rubbed his forehead after I let go, “So…are you not going to murder them? Because Todd and I would gladly-”

I glared at Damian, “Don’t even think about it.” I said through gritted teeth. 

“What are you going to say to them then?” Dick asked.

I yawned, “I don’t know yet. Can we just continue watching the movie?” I asked.

Damian huffed, “Tt, fine. But we will talk about this again later.” 

I ruffled his hair, “Of course! But first,” I ran towards the door, “I still gotta use the bathroom!”

“Take your time!” Damian called behind me.

Fake Love C.H.

 

Summary: Just a girl who fell head over heels for this boy. A boy who never loved her at all. He only loved playing with her heart.

Inspired by this post. Also by this song a little bit.

Warnings: Profanity (also it’s probably bad, I’m not good at sad things)

Word Count: 650 +

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Also I would never think Calum was this way in real life. So this is all fake, just like his love, in the story. Haha I’ll go home now.



“Calum please just come with me, it would mean so much to me.” I pleaded to my boyfriend. He groaned and paused the show he was watching, “I don’t want to go see your family, I know they don’t like me, and I don’t like them either.” He said as he got up and went into our shared bedroom.

I sighed and called up my parents, “Hey, um, Calum isn’t going to be coming over when I come, he says you guys don’t like him, but that’s not true right?” I asked with a slightly hurt tone in my voice.

My mom sighed, “Honey, we tell you all the time, we don’t like him, he doesn’t like us, and, I hate to say this, but I don’t really think he likes you. I think you deserve so much better than him Y/n, and I tell you this all of the time.”

I sniffed, “Do you really think he doesn’t like me?” I asked as my voice broke due to the tears welling in my eyes, “Because, that’s what everyone says, my friends, my family, everyone.” I cried out.

“I think, I think I should go talk with him, I don’t think I would want to keep this if he actually doesn’t like me.” I sniffed as my mom sighed. “Honey, I know you, and I know you love this boy, you wouldn’t just give him up if he didn’t love you, but you have to. He’ll tell you he loves you, but it’s all lies. Just trust me on this one, please.”

I nodded, “Ok, mom, I have to call you back, love you.” She sighed and said goodbye as well. I hung up the phone, and walked to our bedroom. “Hey Cal?” I asked and looked at him as he laid down on the bed. He groaned and looked at me, “What?” He barked out.

I felt my eyes start to water, “Um, well, I was just, you know, wondering if, you loved me?” I asked after stalling for a little bit, “Because, I love you, but I don’t want to keep doing this when I feel that you don’t love me. I say it to you all the time, but you just brush me off, and I just was talking to my mom and she said you didn’t and I was just-” I was cut off as Calum groaned.

“Listen Y/n, you’re a nice person, and whatever else will make you not feel like shit, but I don’t love you. Ok? You’re ok in bed, decent looking, and can make moderate food, but no, I don’t love you.” He shrugged and laid back down.

“Oh, ok. Well, you can leave.” I said with a hint of anger in my voice as I tried to replay my mother’s words from earlier, and not give into him. He looked at me in disbelief. “Excuse me?” He asked as he sat up. “I said you can leave. Like get out of my house, since you don’t love me.” He chuckled, “Ok then.”

He grabbed his things and shoved them into a duffle bag he kept for travel. He looked back at me and shook his head, walking out the door, and hopefully, out of my life. I shut the door, and instantly felt all of the anger leave my body and sadness flooded my body.

I cried out, a heart wrenching scream mixed with tears. They flowed down my cheeks, and I tried to stabilize myself, I couldn’t control my balance, or even the amount of tears falling down my face. I crumbled to the ground and sat in fetal position, just waiting for the pain to be over.

I loved Calum, I loved him with all of my heart, with everything in me, he was the one I loved the most. I guess I felt too much, and he didn’t. He felt nothing at all.

anonymous asked:

Why do some people think that phil swears in real life but just hides it on camera? honestly it seems more a matter of him not having formed a habit of using swear words rather than actively censoring himself on his channel. Also not swearing doesn't always equal "innocence" or "wholesomeness" haha. I'm 18, don't swear yet I've done some pretty bad/inappropriate/risky things lol 👀..

dan’s said multiple times that phil is just a genuinely polite person so he probably doesn’t swear much more than he does on camera. he’s not rude and i doubt he has too much of a reason to swear. it doesn’t really matter considering he’s older than the majority of the phandom and more mature. swearing doesn’t measure innocence or lack of. people just have warped points of view on how adults live their lives

taako as things my chemistry teacher said

“I worked as a kindergarten teacher — that was my probation — I’M JUST KIDDING”

(me: i wanna kms) “Did you know teachers are required to report things to councilors?” (me: please don’t report me) “i report everything.”

(me: I handle things that minorly inconvenience me by dying. I can only do it once though) “I have to report that”

“okay so once some girl walked into class with [an ice pack] on her face and I said ‘what happened’ and she said 'oh my mom hit me’ and I was like ’you fucker’

(immediately after I say “haha you cursed do it again”) “i can’t say bad words, I’ll get fired”

(on the topic of probably cursing, but undoubtedly something mysterious) “that’s how I got fired from my last job” “how’d you get fired?” “What are you talking about? I’ve never been fired before”

“See what you do is you tell eighth graders a name, and then hesitate for a little so they think you’re lying”

“Did you know steam is invisible?”

“everytime someone walks through [classroom] door I think it’s someone who’s going to fire me”

One Sided//Cole Sprouse (part two)

Prompt: Hi can you write something about Cole like mangers let the reader & cole date only for fame and the reader would fall in love with Cole and do everything to impress him but he doesn’t love her back ., but then he’ll love her 😂😂 it’s complicated ik but you’re amazing and you can work it out haha

Words: 445

Warnings: none

A/n: this one is kind of short, but it’s more of a filler. A lot more shit is going down next part, I promise lmao


After the red carpet event, news of you and Cole’s ‘relationship’ was all over the Internet, to no surprise.

Also to your surprise, you were receiving more support than hate. It turns out that because of your characters on the show, the fans really did want you to be together IRL. Stupid producers.

However, you were still receiving hate. Even though it wasn’t a real relationship, it still hurt.

And even you worse, you’re beginning to think that you might feel something for Cole. Although, it might just be the placebo effect of a fake relationship. Who knows.

You and Cole were currently hanging out in your dressing room, as you both decided it would be better to actually get to know each other if you’re going to be ‘dating’ for six months.

“You are absolutely disgusting,” you stick your tongue out and make fake gagging noises.

“Listen, I can put whatever I want on my pizza. You will never stop me,” he rolls his eyes and you continue to fake gag.

You stop when you start laughing,“Okay, okay. What do you think about-”

Suddenly one of your produces busts into your room,“Guys, be ready in five.”

“We’ve been sitting here in dress for like, ever,” you say to the producer.

“Oh. Well, come out so we can shoot this scene. There’s only one between your characters on the show for today,” he smiles and then leaves your room.

Cole looks over at you with a confused glance,“Only one scene? That’s not what the script said.”

You feel your eyes widen,“Oh shit.” You get up, quick walking over to your desk,“they gave me another script yesterday, but I figured it was just a revised version of the original. I wonder why they didn’t tell me to look at it.”

“Let me see it,” Cole reaches his hand out, and you walk over and plop it into his open palm.

Cole opens up the script, flipping through the pages until he finds your one scene,“Well, I see why they didn’t tell us.”

“What is it?” You walk over to him, crossing your arms,“It can’t be that bad.”

“It’s honestly not, but we could’ve used some warning before we have an intimate scene like this,” he sighs.

“Intimate? What exactly is in the scene?”

“We just have to kiss, it’s not a big deal,” he places the script on the seat next to him,“Wanna practice now?” He smirks.

“Haha, funny, Sprouse.”

You feel as if you played it off, but your heart began pounding as soon as he said the word 'kiss’.

“Y/n, Cole, let’s go!”

Oh boy.

anonymous asked:

Hi! I'm sorry that it came across as an anti ask. I just meant that so Jon also understands that Dany loves him too? I was excited that Jon may know that Dany loves him too. I think the wording was a little confusing. My bad!!

Omg don’t apologize. I’m sorry I was a bitch. I was in defense mode because I’ve been deleting really nasty replies off of my gifsets for the past half hour :( I understand what you were trying to ask now anon. Please don’t take my temper the wrong way haha. 

I DO think Jon understands how Dany actually feels. I was just saying this recently! Here I said that even though Dany is trying to be closed off, Jon can tell that she reciprocates what he’s feeling. At least, in my own interpretation he can :) I think it’s why he’s trying so hard to get her to let him in in this scene. He senses that she needs him right now even if she is too self-conscious and upset to admit it. He just wants to help so badly and it’s SO sweet. 

I can’t handle my love for Jon honestly hahah.

scp: *is a dog that has five legs and changes colors*

half of scp reviews: This SCP fails to excite me. First of all, the mention of a Class A containment kennel is almost an immediate novote from me. Seriously? Class A? How important is a dog to have to have a Class A kennel? Class H is more fitting. Second of all, is this really anomalous enough for the Foundation to contain it? Third of all, the photo is of a regular dog that is clearly not changing colors and the fifth leg is very much photoshopped. This being said, I like the wording in paragraph 4 line 6 word 12. This brings up some questions about this skip that haven’t been posed before, and I like where it’s going. Overall this strikes me as a solid, if not a little dry, piece. It strikes me in its uniqueness despite it’s profound flaws. +1

other half of scp reviews: haha pupper!!! +1

anonymous asked:

OKAY BUT IF YOU CAN, PLEASSSEEE GIVE US MORE STONATHAN HEADCANONS!! I NEED THEM

i think i’ve… exhausted a lot of my good ones :’)

but i think a lot about jonathan and steve watching a movie and jonathan is a lot more into it than steve, and talks throughout about political subtext and the messages intertwined with the story and steve makes sarcastic remarks about it just because he knows it gets jonathan worked up to keep talking about it and explain it further and steve absolutely adores the way jonathan’s speech suddenly becomes more fluid when he’s discussing things he’s passionate about, and how he motions with his hands as he explains things and how he makes this “ughhhh” noise before “okay so” leading into another long rant. steve doesn’t totally understand it but he adores how jonathan feels so strongly about things.

jonathan talks politics more often than steve has ever talked politics before. jonathan is totally convinced steve doesn’t get it and is rooted in his ignorances but one day they’re having a conversation with a mutual acquaintance and the acquaintance says something ignorant and steve interjects with “actually—” and explains to them something jonathan has explained to him and it clicks that steve listens a lot more than jonathan thinks.

steve tries to get free movie popcorn from jonathan at work and jonathan makes a remark like “just because you’re my boyfriend doesn’t mean you get free shit” and steve is like grinning like an idiot and jonathan’s just like “what?” totally unaware and steve is like “so we’re boyfriends now?” definitely not disagreeing but totally teasing and jonathan is like stuttering and awkward like “did i say boyfriend??” and retracts the statement even though the both of them are more than okay with it.

steve opening up about his dad and jonathan just Gets It in a way steve wouldn’t have expected and even though jonathan doesn’t talk much about his own dad steve also Gets It that jonathan Gets It because they both have crap ass dads who have treated them– and their mothers to be frank– poorly.

at some point or another, steve is around the byers’ house so much ( because lbr he’s so in love with jonathan ) that joyce doesn’t even question when steve starts picking will up to take him to mike’s for d&d when jonathan is too busy with work.

steve bonding with will because he’s there so much and he definitely has a couple of will’s drawings up on his wall in his room from where he’s drawn things for steve and jonathan is absolutely floored that his little brother and his idiot boyfriend are getting along so well.

one day steve comes around to jonathan’s house nursing a bruised jaw and jonathan is freaking out ( more internally that externally ) like “what happened?” and steve self-indulges an angry rant about how someone called jonathan the q-slur or the f-slur and how he was defending him. jonathan tells him he didn’t need to do that for him, that he’s used to it, that it was reckless and stupid. and steve tells him that no one gets to talk about jonathan– or anyone– that way, opens up to jonathan about his own queerphobia ( re: use of homophobic slurs ) and how he should’ve realized sooner how devastatingly harmful it is.

my bi sons talking about bi™ things one day at lunch and nancy chimes in with how she likes girls too and they both just kind of pause for a moment and it’s kind of lowkey decided they are the Bi Squad and how great it is that they gravitated to each other the way that they did when the three of them have similar sexualities. just… honestly my three bi kids bonding over being bi and having that support system in place and also nancy and jonathan, who are decidedly a little more educated on things than steve sometimes, who are able to discuss ignorances about the things they feel and coming to grips with some of the things they’ve internalized and steve basically having the aha moment of “whoo boy have i really internalized some shit”.

steve coming over to jonathan’s and not INTENDING to stay long but wakes up the next day on the sofa to joyce looking at him skeptically but with that Mom™ brand of “i love you, but you’re ridiculous” look and whose only words to him are “you’re lying on my keys”.

steve insisting on always being the big spoon. fails. is not always the big spoon and discovers “hey, little spoon isn’t that bad” and it actually makes him feel super safe not that he’d ever say that of course because he avidly denies it but jonathan kind of gets the picture one day that steve lowkey really digs it when he, without prompting, is like “FINE i’ll be the little spoon” and jonathan is like “i never… said you had to be?” and steve is like “haha can’t believe you always make me be the little spoon” which is absolutely ridiculous but jonathan goes with it because who is he to complain about getting to hold onto the person who has captured his affections?

steve slowly mending things with tommy and carol who have since the incident matured quite a bit ( not that their actions are ever excusable ) much to jonathan’s disapproval because jonathan doesn’t quite see how they can be different in the span of only a year despite steve’s insistence “it’s just different this time, trust me”. and then proceeds to drag jonathan, nancy, tommy and carol out on a group camping trip in an attempt to mend things and bond and it turns into a complete disaster and steve gets in a fight with tommy over something he’s said to jonathan, tommy and carol end up going home and it’s just nancy, steve & jonathan in a single tent suddenly more grumpy than they came there and jonathan breathes out a slow sigh of relief at the momentary semblance of peace without tommy and carol before saying something like “not to say i told you so…” and steve interjecting with “shut up.” but jonathan kisses him anyway and thanks him for the camping trip because he knows steve’s only trying to make things right between everyone.

also on said camping trip as things progress, nancy getting more and more sarcastic about steve & jonathan’s displays of affection. but in that sweet nancy wheeler brand of sarcasm where her teasing is more kindred than anything and it really only encourages steve further in his rampant pda ( which isn’t really pda because hey ! they’re out in the middle of nowhere in the the woods and the only other person they’ve seen besides themselves is the occasional hunter who pays zero mind to them and goes about their business ).

additional on camping trip, steve attempting to pick up a snake which bites him to which jonathan and nancy rapidly attempt to discern whether or not it’s venomous and steve is going to die, jonathan misidentifying it as a rattle snake and steve freaking out like “i’m going to die!” before nancy reevaluates it and discovers it’s just a common non-venomous snake and steve– save for his dwindling pride– is going to be completely fine. absolutely does not stop steve harrington from being melodramatic about it and asking jonathan maybe four times if he’ll “kiss it better” in regards to the barely visible mark left behind on his hand.

anonymous asked:

I know you said you don't save/repost the PSDs you use, but would you be willing to post a basic PSD for the 221B interior? I want to start making gifs but I'm really bad right now and those interiors are SO difficult to color. Yours seem to come out pretty nicely! Or are you putting a filter on top of them to help with the grain? Sorry, I hope this makes sense. I don't know all of the Photoshop words yet haha. I appreciate it! Thanks!

thank you and sure thing, I’ve made you this basic one which works (or should) for most 221B scenes, all you have to do is adjust the brightness so you don’t get that grainy effect :)

download it here

Tortured- Stiles imagine

Originally posted by effingstiles

Request: just-laugh-and-relax said:

Heeeeey, how are you? I hope that you’re fine. I wanted to request an imagine where Stiles Stilinski is forced to see you being tortured and I don’t know, you can choose the end. I just had this dream but I don’t remember how it ended haha. Lots of love xoxo

Words: 1604

A/N: hi, I’m good thanks, but very busy, I hope this is ok xx I guess I should put some sort of warning on this, but I don’t think it’s too bad <3

Darkness. It was all you had seem for the last few days. You weren’t even sure if you had been in there for days, all you knew was that you had been taken. That was it.

You were asleep in your bed when it happened. You must’ve been in a deep sleep to not hear the window smash. You only woke up when you felt arms wrap around your torso, pulling you out of bed with a force that felt unhuman. You tried to escape, and after a few seconds you succeeded, biting down on the arm causing you to fall to the floor. You crawled away in a state of panic, your fight or flight response kicking in, sending adrenaline coursing through your veins. The thing that had grabbed you wasn’t about to give up. It swiftly grabbed your bedside lamp, hitting you over the head. You fell flat onto your stomach, the room illuminated by the moonlight, became blurry. You felt too weak to struggle as it lifted you up again and took you, escaping out of the window and into the night.

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The signs from Gemini perspective

Aries: forever my spontaneous buddy. we can do absolutely nothing yet say we had the most fun. lol your witty insults are the best though sometimes harsh. i love that you are so caring and will do anything to make your loved ones smile.

Taurus: you want to be friends with everyone and you are too concerned with being popular. I dont trust these kind of people but you are so funny when you are comfortable. you are the worst texter so i call you right away when i see you writing me back

Gemini: so damn loud. you have good advice. i always go to you when i need a good drag. you seem detached but somehow you are always sensitive about something. you are a loyal friend, we cry together and i love you so much. I hate that you clam up when youre upset but i understand what youre going through. Im a gemini, i do the same. But other people dont understand that so its better to communicate your negative feelings aswell

Cancer: its true, you are moody! but i love teasing you out of your bad mood. and it always works! we flirt constantly. well i do, you are straight forward about your feelings and flirting is too complex for you haha. but when you flirt, you flirt with your eyes and smile. wyddd stop!! nothing compares to your touch and kisses! ure very jealous and possesive though, but just holding your hand and only looking at you in a room full of people makes that all go away. you are the best lover i have ever had. because unlike me you dont live in your head and that makes me want to live in the moment with you

Leo: so freakin passionate! I love it. you are perfect because i can have deep conversations with you and still keep it light. you are a mixture of my two favorite signs: cancer and aquarius. youre charming and a go-getter but sometimes a little competitive. why? just like me you are always ready to go out and look for the next adventure

Virgo: you have the kindest heart! i love your love for animals, but youre a little sneaky sometimes and you dont even realize you start real problems between people. youre too afraid of new things, i feel accomplished when i get you out of your comfort zone every other blue moon. i respect your intellect although it differs from mine sometimes. i feel i understand you better than you understand me.

Libra: hah! you are my best friends! we can chat for hours and still not be done talking. we have great banter, lots of inside jokes and we even understand each others body language. we like to organize parties together, entertain people and win them over to our friend circle. we’re proud of each other and give that little push to go for our dreams. one annoying thing is that we try to please each other all the time.

Scorpio: we are always ready to start some drama. we will throw people a bone and watch them argue. then we’ll be standing in a corner looking at them and ask each other why we are so evil and laugh about it all night. we’re always joking until one of us insults the other, hell cracks open a little bit but we get over it in a second like it never happened. normally i dont talk about my private life but with you i spill it all. it took you a while to tell me about yourself and our friendship became really strong after that. i feel you love me more than my mom does hahah love you scorp!

Sagittarius: can you stop showing me funny videos, youre making my stomach hurt from laughing. haha the internet would be boring without you! you are shy at first and its hard to make eyecontact with you but oh boy once you come out of your shell.. i like shy boys but your fiery side makes me too sad. Your shade is real and hits hard. i wish you were more careful with your words because you cant take them back once youve said them and i hold grudges so bad combo there :(

Capricorn: how do you appear so calm and collected on the outside but are so damned nervous inside? i always feel capricorns’ nervousness. youre like an alligator; quiet and meticulous. working on your next master plan to win power over people. youd be the best puppet master! youre very concerned with status but i like you best when you are not because you know how to have fun. youre one of my kinkiest friends ;) ;) lol. I like that you are accepting of people and very forgiving. Youre always there for the people you REALLY REALLY REALLY care about and thats a small tight circle of people, im glad im one of them

Aquarius: where do I start? i admire your intellect. talking to you is like having sex for the first time! all aquarius i know are effortlessly handsome and pretty. how? you make me want to be a better person. people dont often see your sensitive side, but i know your feelings can get intense. one thing i dont like though is that with other people you live in your head and bottle everything up inside until you boil over and spew out of control with them. dont do that! You are so freakin perfect. oh and you have a hate-love relationship with my cancerian friends, whyyyy

Pisces: you are like real life dolls! you are angelic and innocent looking with always a mischievous smile on your face. But behind that cute bubbly energy there is a really nasty side to your personality. you can be awefully mean when you act on your impulse and unfortunately you do it often :( you like to sweep problems under the rug because talking about it gives you heartburn! But it makes you look like you are not self-aware even when you are. People think you are detached from reality and selfish, but I see you use escapism as a coping mechanism. you are very smart! you love to learn and give. what i love the most about you is that you are patience with me and you can feel my energy without mistaking it for what its not.

my-halo-is-a-little-broken  asked:

How do they get the Manson cult from the wording "the family"??? That is a command phrase, and a lot of people use it. Just wow

Yeah idk haha but I mean, you could do that with anything. Someone could say that tony saying “mine” with the Omegas reminds them of (whoever) serial killer because that’s what that killer wrote on their victims foreheads.

Like if you’re really going to dissect reading and hate certain phrases because one crazy person used that phrase… no one would ever write anything haha

I don’t think the person meant anything bad by it? Like they said they loved my writing but asked me to change “the family” to “our family” because they didn’t want to be thinking of Charles Manson when they read my story.

And my question is— why are you thinking of Charles Manson at all haha I have literally NEVER thought about Charles Manson other than when he is brought up in one of my crime shows I watch. Otherwise it never crosses my mind lol

The Camp Fic

Rating: PG

Category: M/M

Fandom: Adventure Time

Relationship: Marshall Lee/Prince Gumball

Characters: Marshall Lee, Prince Gumball, Fionna the Human, Cake the Cat

Stats: 1,234 words

Summary: FLUFF. (Inpsired by this post.)

Notes: IT’S TOMORROW? BUT HERE?? HOPE YOU ENJOY??? I’M GONNA GO TO SLEEP NOW????   ( ̄。 ̄)~zzz

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anonymous asked:

it’s been like three months since I saw waterparks and me and my friends still joke about how I stepped on Geoff’s feet. When I said sorry he was super nice and said “haha I don’t have feet” I feel bad even though it as litter lay nothing?? But we also joke about how we saw Awsten walking outside of McDonald’s after.

Omg don’t feel bad I’m constantly haunted that when I met Geoff the first words out of my mouth were “I’m sorry I’m so soggy” -Brandy