OMG!!! I see a shade called “OG Lolita” and it looks like the original formula!!! This makes me so damn happy. The original Lolita was my favorite! I hope this shade comes out in the studded kiss lipsticks too! No lie, I have been hanging on to a 5 year old Lolita lipstick because I can’t live without this color. Gross, I know. But the original color is to die for.
Iain is like my best friend. He comes over a lot. And he really loves hanging out with Sylvia (5), they’re like best friends. Which is kind of cool actually. He like saves her artwork and all that. They’re like really buddies. I hang out with him the most socially.
In celebration of the series this year we’ll be hosting another Ajin Week on July 24-30. It’s time we once again come together and appreciate this great manga.
How does it work?
Each day has certain prompts you can choose from. We thought of 3 topics for each day: 1) tarot cards 2) specific and 3) flowers. Feel free to combine these options or pick one. But remember, these are just suggestions. It’s not required to follow these prompts and neither is it an obligation. Post and work as you like! Fanfic, fanart, graphics/edits, cosplay, etc. are all welcome!!
24.07. Day 1: The Fool / favourite character / Lily
25.07. Day 2: The Magician / favourite quote / Marigold
26.07. Day 3: The Devil / favourite ship / Rose
27.07. Day 4: The Chariot / favourite friendship / Lobelia
28.07. Day 5: The Hanged Man / favourite headcanon / Tulip
29.07. Day 6: Death / favourite crossover (AU) / Rosemary
30.07. Day 7: Wild card / Anything goes / Pick your own flower
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You sat in your living room, clutching your phone tightly in your hand as you forced a tight smile on your face at the uninvited (and unwelcome) bartender and his companion, who were sitting right opposite you, a ground table separating you.
“Can I help you?” You finally asked, glancing at the clock. 12:06 AM.
“Yes, please y/n.” You turned around to look at him when you heard his voice. “You’re the only one who can help me.” He said, an unreadable expression on his face. His companion snickered softly before going completely silent again.
You narrowed your eyes. “Are you high?”
At your question, they let out a demonic laugh. One that made you very uncomfortable and sadly, confirmed your suspicion. They were definitely high.
“Of course we’re fucking high y/n. I’m the fucking bartender, what did you expect? I just want you to help me get off this high, you know?” He pouted and rolled his eyes to the back of his head to make some sort of a twisted point.
“I don’t think there is anything I can do to help you.” You said in a clearly displeased tone of voice. “I suggest you-“
“Didn’t you fucking hear me?” he interrupted you. “You’re the only one who can help me y/n! please, huh? Just tonig-“ He started coughing wildly before he could complete what he was going to say.
You frowned at his disorderly conduct. “Okay, just in case you didn’t fucking notice, I don’t work in a rehab.” You shot back.
“Watch your tongue, bitch.”
You were shocked to silence, your mouth slightly open in an effort to say something, only your mind was completely blank as you digested his words. He did not just…
“Excuse me?” You finally scoffed out of disbelief.
“You heard me. Watch your tongue before I choke you with my di-”
“ENOUGH!” You put your hand up, silencing him. It was at that moment you decided you wanted these men out of your house by hook or by crook. You were now vaguely aware of his intention of coming to you- with a friend- and this was getting really dangerous. You took a deep breath and casually put your phone in your pocket. “I think you need some water. Shall I get you some?” You asked him, getting up and walking to the kitchen before he could reply.
“Sure, doll. Get me some water.”
You tuned out their barbaric laugh as you started brainstorming about the possibilities. There was no way you could take on two grown men in a physical fight. Running out of the front door was too risky, they would catch up in no time. The only thing you could do was to try and stall time until help comes.
Until Jungkook comes.
You felt your eyes getting slightly wet with unshed tears as you silently cursed yourself.
If only you had listened to him and stayed the hell away from this guy.
You quickly took out your phone hiding behind the fridge to call Jungkook. Only, when you took it out, there were several missed calls and texts lined up from him already. You opened the latest text.
You let out a silent cry.
You had done just that. You had let these guys in. How stupid could you have been? Panic was slowly taking over your body but you reminded yourself that he was coming. You had to stall them till then, at the very least. You started typing a message to Jungkook to let him know what had happened.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
Your hands froze on the screen as you felt him breath right behind your ear.
“I asked you something doll. What the fuck are you doing?” He breathed directly into your ear and you whimpered out of fear. He suddenly stepped away from you, snatching your phone as he began reading the messages in your phone.
“Ahh, it was that brat we bumped into huh? I was wondering where I’d seen that insolent shit before.” He said, grabbing your hair and pulling on it harshly. You let out a painful grunt.
He pulled on your hair and dragged you out of the kitchen and into the living room where his friend was lighting a cigarette. He looked up and raised an eyebrow.
The bartender shrugged. “The bitch was calling up her boyfriend. She needs to be taught a lesson.”
He dragged you further and released you with a violent push on the sofa. You fell down with a thud, clutching your head in pain.
“You think we are scared of that brat?” The bartender scoffed as he lit up his own cigarette and took in a long drag, looking at you. “He is too full of himself. Who the fuck is he huh? Your boyfriend? Hah! Like that matters to me.” He spat out. “He could glare at me all day and I still wouldn’t give a shit. Let him come here. Let him see me take you right here in front of him.” He breathed out, smiling like a maniac.
Your eyes snapped open to look at him with all the anger you could muster. “Don’t you dare touch me, you fucktard. I swear to god I will cut your dick into fucking pieces if you come near me.” You said, your voice shaking with anger.
Shock passed over his face before fury completely took over and he picked you up by the front of your tee and brought his hand down hard on your cheek. You bit down on your lips to stop yourself from crying out. He let go of your tee, letting you take a step back before he slapped you again. Hard. You cried out this time, tasting metal. You knew that the side of your mouth was bleeding. You held your cheek as you fell down on your knees, disoriented.
“Shit! Who told you to talk back to me huh? Now look what you’ve done. Poor girl, you’re even bleeding…” He took a step forward but before anyone could process what was happening, a hand came on his neck and pushed him back into the wall.
It was Jungkook. His eyes were red with rage. He was breathing heavily and the muscles of his arms were expanding and contracting as his hand tightened around the man’s neck.
You looked through the corner of your eye as the man’s companion (who hid in the kitchen) took out a kitchen knife and slowly started making his way towards Jungkook.
Oh hell no.
You mustered whatever strength you had and crawled closer to the man, who surprisingly didn’t take any notice of you, and lay flat on your back breathing deeply once and then twice before lifting your leg and kicking him hard in the nuts. His face contorted with pain as he dropped the knife and fell beside you. You took that moment to take the knife in your hand, turn it around and hit his head hard with the blunt end. The man grunted as the pain hit him and passed out within minutes. You looked up to see Jungkook still choking the bartender without having moved in inch. You tried to get up but the pain hit you again, with greater intensity this time and you could only croak out a little, “Jungkook..”
As soon as he heard your voice, he let the man go who fell to the ground with a thud, his body limp.
Jungkook ran to you and took you in his arms as you closed your eyes, your head still disoriented, but hugged him as close as you could. Within seconds, you could feel your hair getting wet as Jungkook started shaking with sobs, all the while apologising to you.
“He hit you…he hit you. I am so sorry I left you alone y/n…”
Your own tears threatened to spill but you held back and brought your hand up and down his back to soothe him down.
“Thank you for coming to me, Jungkook. Thank you for saving my life.”
Jungkook pulled away, shaking his head. His eyes were red from crying and his hair was sticking to his face from all the sweat and at that moment you thought that he was the most beautiful person you had ever seen.
Before you could open your mouth to say something, your front door burst open and two police officers ran in, one of which you knew very well.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Jeon Jungkook! Did you kill him?” Namjoon bent on one knee as he hurried to check the man’s pulse before he sighed in relief. “Shit, he’s alive.”
Jungkook frowned beside you as he held you closer. “He is?”
You let out a small laugh and slapped his chest lightly before moving out of his arms and getting up. Jungkook got up too as Namjoon came towards you. He looked at you state and gasped.
“He hit you?!” Namjoon asked you incredulously.
You shrugged. “Yeah well, I told him I’d cut off his dick if he came near me so he went all maniac shit on me.”
Namjoon gulped. “Right. What about this one?” He pointed to the companion.
“Oh yeah, that one I actually hit in the nuts.”
Jungkook scoffed as he hugged you from behind, “Serves him right.”
Namjoon chuckled nervously. “Right. I don’t think my help is required anymore. I’ll take these guys to the hospital and then to the station.” He pointed towards you. “You will also come to the hospital right away, y/n.”
You fake saluted him, “Yessir.”
Namjoon rolled his eyes as he turned around to signal his partner to pick the other guy up. As he bent forward to pick the bartender up , you could see the look in his eyes change. “How dare you fucking hit a woman, you sick bastard? I’ll teach you a lesson you’ll never forget.” He said as he picked him up and took him out of your house to his car.
Jungkook held your hand. “Let’s go, Namjoon-hyung will give me us lift to the hospital.”
You nodded. “You can let go of my hand now baby, I’m okay.” You reassured him.
He shook his head as he held on tighter.
Okay so major bt- I wrote this thrice in word and lost it thrice because my mac was being a bitch and hanging every 5 seconds.
So not to upset anyone, but I’m honestly so surprised by all of the reactions to last night.
It was horrific, it was tragic, but it was also poetic and meaningful.
MK was a tragic character, and like Tat said, a show like this gives characters deaths that fit their lives. MK had a tragic, brutal past, and in season 5 of a show that has never shied from brutal deaths, she got the most brutal, stakes-raising death of them all.
An autistic character was treated in the same meaningful manner as other characters. Her death was controversial, profound, and hopefully a catalyst for things to come.
If she would have been shot once, or stabbed and quickly left for dead, with no lingering shot or no attempt to finish off Ferdinand with that knife, people would be outraged.
I understand we’re all raw, and I’m sorry that such a great example of autistic representation was taken from us. But please stop attacking these writers for telling their story.
Don’t let this scene ruin the other four seasons and what’s to come.
1. See it as something that is temporary. Even though it hurts now, it doesn’t mean it’s permanent. You’ll find other people who will treat you well – so be gentle on yourself and recognise that it will pass.
2. Learn to enjoy your own company. See it as a time to reflect on your life, and really think through what you want for yourself. Also, find different interests you can do on your own – and maybe try something different you’ve never tried before.
3. Spend time looking after animal. Pets are accepting, reliable and loyal. They’ll never hurt your feelings – and are good company.
4. Treat other people you meet really well (talk to people at the checkout, or smile at those you meet). That will likely result in a warm, friendly response – and will remind you that others still appreciate you.
5. Hang out with those who like the same things as you. If you’ve taken up a hobby or you like watching sport, speak to people you meet at these events. Even though you don’t know them, they are still good company.
6. Don’t let this bad experience hold you back. Keep reaching out to others, have the courage to take risks and eventually you’ll find someone who will be a loyal friend – someone that you like and who will treat you well.
5 highest rated photos+captions on a skater's instagram (OPTIONAL HARD MODE: not Yuuri or Viktor)
1. Phichit does a series of photoshoots with Gold, Silver, and Bronze, his hamsters, where they act out the plot of PHICHIT!!! on Ice and they have tiny hamster hats. He narrates and does all the voices.
2. any of Chris’s ¾ naked mirror shots, lets be real
3. JJ and Isabella’s engagement photo like you wanna barf but also it’s stupidly charming. Keyword ‘stupidly’.
4. Otabek posts a picture of him holding a cat. All of Yuri’s Angels discover this picture almost simultaneously and flip their collective biscuit. AO3 is spammed with YuriBek fic for three weeks and Tumblr’s servers choke and die.
“WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?” screams Yurio, to Otabek, on Facetime.
“You like cats, so I thought I would show it to you,” says Otabek. He has no idea why Yurio lets out a primal scream of agony and hangs up on him.
5. Speaking of Yurio, Mila has a continuing series tagged “#shitonmycat” where she sneaks up to Yurio and puts stuff on him until he wakes up and screams at her.