how you dare to say hes ugly

What we really need is an adaptation of the original 1740 The Beauty and the Beast

So were you aware that the The Beauty and the Beast story we all know is a heavily abridged and rewritten version of a much longer novella by Gabrielle-Suzanne Barbot de Villeneuve?  And that a lot of the plot holes existing in the current versions exist because the 1756 rewrite cut out the second half of the novella, which consisted entirely of the elaborate backstory that explains all the weird shit that happened before?  And that the elaborate backstory is presented in a way that’s kind of boring because the novel had only just been invented in 1740 and no one knew how they worked yet, but contains a bazillion awesome ideas that beg for a modern retelling?  And that you are probably not aware that the modern world needs this story like air but the modern world absolutely needs this story like air?  Allow me to explain:

The totally awesome elaborate backstory that explains Beauty and the Beast

  • Once upon a time there was a king, a queen, and their only son
  • But while the prince was still in his infancy, in a neat reversal of how these fairy tales usually go, the king tragically died, leaving his wife to act as Regent until their son reaches maturity
  • Unfortunately, the rulers of all the lands surrounding them go, “Hmm, the kingdom is ruled by a woman now, it must be weak, time for an invasion!”
  • And the Queen goes, “Well, if I let some general fight all these battles for me, he’ll totally amass enough fame and power to make a bid for the throne; if I want to protect my son’s crown, I have no choice but to take up arms and lead the troops myself!
  • (Btw, I want to stress that this woman is not Eowyn or Boudica and nothing in the way her story is presented suggests that she had any interest martial exploits before or in any way came to enjoy them during these battles.  This is a perfectly ordinary court lady who would much rather be embroidering altar covers for the royal chapel and playing with her child until necessity made her go, “Oh no, this sucks, I guess I have to become a Warrior Queen now” and she just happened to kick ass at it anyway.)
  • And the Queen totally kicked ass, but the whole “twice as good for half the credit” thing meant that no matter how many battles she won, potential enemies refused to take her and her army seriously until she had defeated them so no sooner would she fend off one invasion than another one would pop up on a different border.
  • So she spent the majority of her young son’s life away from the castle leading armies, but it was OK because she left him in the care of her two best friends, who just happen to be fairies!  This was an awesome idea because a) fairies have magic, and therefore are like the best people to protect the prince from any threats and b) fairies consider themselves to be so above humanity that the lowest fairy outranks the highest mortal, so they’d have no interest in taking a human throne.  Good thing they were both good fairies instead of one good and one evil one!
  • (Spoiler:  they were not both good fairies.)
  • So the two fairies basically take turns raising the prince until he’s old enough to rule.  And on the eve of his twenty-first birthday, the evil older one comes into the prince’s bedroom.
  • “So listen, kid.  You’re about to become king, your mother’s on her way home from the war to see you crowned, and I have a third piece of good news for you!  You see, I’ve actually been spending so much time here lately because Fairyland’s become a bit too hot to hold me for reasons totally not related to me being secretly evil.  And if I have to hang in the human world, I might as well reside in the upper echelons of it, so even though as a powerful fairy I completely eclipse your puny human status in a staggeringly unimaginable way, since you’re about to be king and since my premonition that I should stick this whole guardianship thing out because you would be hot one day has totally proved accurate (go me), I will graciously lower myself to allowing you to marry me.  Please feel free to grovel at my feet in gratitude.  (Btw, we can totally start the wedding night now, we’ll tell your mother about it when she arrives tomorrow.)”

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TO ALL YOU INGRATEFUL “FANS”! FUCK YOU! AND YOUR MEMBER HATE!
LOOK AT THIS MAN!
LOOK AT HIM AND HIS HARDWORK HOW CAN YOU FUCKING SAY SOMETHING SO FUCKING RUDE TO THIS CINNAMON ROLL?
ACTUALLY HOW CAN SOMEONE LIKE THIS CALL THEMSELF A “FAN” ?
DO YOU ACTUALLY NOT KNOW THAT BTS WAS MADE BY THIS PERFECT MAN?
JUST SO YOU PRISSY BITCHES KNOW BTS IS NOT BTS WITHOUT THE MEMBERS THEMSELVES!
HOW DARE YOU SAY THAT ONE SHOULD BE KICKED OUT OF THE GROUP?
HOW DARE YOU SAY THEY ARE TALENTLESS AND THAT THEY ARE UGLY!?
WHAT HAVE YOU DONE ANYTHING EXCEPT FOR SITTING BEHIND YOUR DESK AND THROWING IN COMMMENTS THAT YOU DARED TO SAY SOMETHING LIKE THIS TO THESE BEAUTIFUL HARDWORKING BOYS?
AND SADDEST THING IS, YOU IDGETS DO THIS TO OTHER MEMBERS TOO!
“OOH.. SEOKJIN DOESNT DO ANYTHING HE SHOULDN’T BE IN BANGTAN..!!” BITCH! HE KEEPS THE WHOLE GROUP GROUNDED AND COMPOSED! YOU SHOULD BE THANKFUL HE EXISTS AND LETS US HEAR HIS BEAUTIFUL VOICE!
AND THEN YOU WENT TO JIMIN AND HOSEOK.
HOW CAN YOU BE SO INHUMAN THAT YOU CAUSED THESE SUNSHINES TO HAVE DEPRESSION!
JIMIN STARVED HIMSELF!
HOSEOK HAD TO TAKE ANTI DEPRESSENT PILLS!
HOSEOK SITS AND COMPOSES SONGS AND DANCE MOVES! BTS’s BALLAD SONG IS NOTHING WITHOUT JIMIN’S PERFECT HIGH PITCH!
MIN YOONGI HE HAS COMPOSED SO MANY SONGS! AND HIS RAP FLOW IS SO FUCKING AWESOME! HE FUCKING LEFT HIS PARENTS TO PURSEU MUSIC AND YOU STILL SEE FAULT IN THAT MAN!? JUNGKOOK AND TAEHYUNG BLESS US WITH THEIR VOICE AND DANCE MOVES AND THEIR UTTER LOVE FOR US!

I AM DISSAPOINTED AS AN ARMY!
BECAUSE THIS! THIS IS UNACCEPTABLE!
THEY GIVE US MUSIC! THEY DONT SLEEP COMPOSING, WRITING LYRICS AND CHOREOGRAPHING THOSE BEAUTIFUL MOVES!
HOW CAN YOU CALL YOURSELF AN ARMY WHEN YOU DONT RESPECT THE FUCKING MEMBERS!
FUCKING TRY DANCING THOSE HARD MOVES AND SING WITHOUT A SHAKY VOICE!
IMAGINE HOW MUCH THEY HAD TO PRACTICE INORDER TO SING LIKE THAT IN STAGE FOR HOURS!

daddyzenpie  asked:

HC where MC is always kind and calm and full of smile, but one day, something happened ane make her furious, so she finally snaps and cuss with a very loud voice and angry face. How will RFA+V+Saeran reacting to it?

Did you mean: Me in middle school? Cause I did that once in class cause it was my turn to read a everybody was talking, but nobody except for the three people around me knew that I was the one that told everybody to shut the fuck up. P.s i love your name and the picture~Madre Mod

Yoosung

  • Surprise surprise it happened during a video game.
  • But not LOLOL it was mario kart
  • You and Yoosung was playing mario kart on rainbow road
  • while it was easy for the first ten seconds, lets say that the computer players were getting on your nerves.
  • And Mario hitting you with a red shell was the last straw.
  • “MarIO WHAT THE FU C K??!! THIS COURSE IS ALREADY FUCKING HARD ENOUGH WITH OUT YOU BEAMING FUCKING RED SHELLS AT PEOPLE!”
  • Yoosung was terrified honestly
  • it came out of nowhere
  • poor boy was spooped.
  • “Mc I think it’s time to put the controller down.”
  • “NOT UNTIL I HIT MARIOS ASS WITH A BLUE SHELL!”
  • “Mc he’s not in first place. Please calm down.”

Jaehee

  • It was a normal day at the coffee shop
  • People came, ordered food, some stay and eat, some smile and leave.
  • Then there was one kind of person you and jaehee thought you guys would never experience.
  • The sassy and spoiled customer. He seemed like they had a stick up their ass, really.
  • If you had to describe what he looked like, you would say that they looked like jumin, but with blonde hair and glasses. shit my danganr0npa is showing
  • Jaehee was busy so you had to serve them.
  • You flashed him a smile and politely asked “What would you like to order?”
  • He asked for a simple latte. No big deal right. Until they started telling you to add specific things into it.
  • No problem.
  • You did as he asked, putting in the specific things into it.
  • You called his name and he came up to get his latte.
  • He took a sip then spit it out at you, nearly missing your face.
  • He started telling you how you messed it up and stuff and how he won’t stand up for this. You snapped.
  • “Well excuse me for not making it right the first FUCKING TIME. How fucking dare you come into this cafe, and try to order me to make you this ridiculous latte. Who in hell even puts cinnimon sugar in a latte??”
  • Jaehee came at the point and ordered the four eyed lemon out of the building.
  • while she is shocked that you cussed out a customer, even if he was a prick, she’s a little happy that you stood up for yourself.

Zen

  • Zen invited you to come to a premiere party to this movie he starred in.
  • the cast was holding a party to celebrate the success of the movie after two months of hard work.
  • He gave you a nice and beautiful dress to wear and some shoes to go with it. 
  • time skip to the party, it was going great!
  • Zen introduced you to the cast members while lowkey eyeing the guys and mouthing that you’re taken
  • Halfway through the party you noticed some of the female actresses staring at you and chuckling.
  • They think you can’t hear the shit they are saying, but you do.
  • They talking about how you’re too ‘ugly’ to be with zen and how Zen would like a girl who’s beautiful just like he is.
  • Instead of feeling self-conscious about it you got mad.
  • How DARE those girls try and say shit about you.
  • So while Zen was talking to some of the other cast members, you was getting even with the girls.
  • You walked up to them, with a drink in each hand and confronted them.
  • “Hello, I’m Mc Zen’s beautiful girlfriend. I just want you girls to know that I could hear the bullshit you said about me, you know how i’m too ugly to be with zen.” You started
  • The girls looked at eeach other and chuckled. “Yeah, what are you going to do about it?” 
  • You threw the cups of juice at them, ruining their makeup and dressed. 
  • “That is what i’m going to do about it. While you hoes only care about Zen’s outside and how he makes your plastic looking asses good, I care about Zen’s true beauty, which is on the inside.” 
  • The girls retailiated, talking about how their looks are true and not plastic.
  • “Oh please, even I can tell your butts and boobs are fucking fake. I could tell from across the room that they were fake!” 
  • While that was happening, you didn’t know that Zen was standing right behind you while you ranted.
  • He is shocked
  • Proceeds to drag you out of the place before you got violent.

Jumin

  • If you would’ve told him last week that his kitten cusses he wouldn’t believe you.
  • Until today.
  • Jumin was curious on what you do when he’s at work, so he comes home early.
  • As quietly as he could, he enters the house and looks for you
  • He can hear somebody talking so he follows that voice, turns out you was in the bedroom in front of the vanity, your phone playing what looks like a makeup tutorial.
  • You were trying to master the art of winged eyeliner, you could never do it right due to shaky hands.
  • But at that moment you was willing to try.
  • You was carefully to get the eyeliner on your bottom lashes when your phone buzzed, breaking your foucs and causing your hand with the eye pencil to jolt and make a jagged line going from your eye to your cheek.
  • You slammed your hands on the table and yelled “GOD FUCKING DAMNIT, i ALMOST HAD IT!”
  • Jumin chuckled from his place near the door, making you realize that you had an audience.
  • “You know, I could just get somebody to do that for you, so things like this won’t happen again.”
  • You just grumbled and went to the bathroom to wash it off

Seven

  • You like coffee
  • plain and simple
  • Seven knows you like coffee
  • Seven also likes pranks.
  • Seven goes and hides all the coffee beans in the house
  • and the coffee machine
  • It’s about 6 am and you needed coffee to remain calm for the rest of the day.
  • When you went to the kitchen to get some, you saw that the machine and the beans are gone.
  • Seven is watching this from his hacker room, which he locked in case you try to look for him.
  • You look around frantically, trying to locate the missing beans and machine.
  • Your patience is wearing out
  • After two minutes you realize Seven might of taken it as a prank.
  • “SAEYOUNG YOU PIECE OF SH I T! GIVE ME MY COFFEE BEANS AND COFFEE MAKER OR I BURN YOUR FUCKING CHIPS!”
  • He had never ran so fast to save his chips.

I’ll add V and Saeran later I had to do this real quick

LISTEN UP, YOU RUDE TWAT. DO NOT DISRESPECT NAMJOON AND TREAT HIM LIKE A PILE OF DIRT.

Namjoon is NOT USELESS. HE IS NOT UNTALENTED.
He is the leader of BTS, he has a golden heart, he is a humble man, and I look up to him.
This is disgusting. You dare call yourself a fan, when you don’t even APPRECIATE one member. A very important one at that.
And it breaks my heart seeing as Namjoon only said “I know.” This isn’t the first time he heard this.
YOU. YOU DISGUST ME. What the hell did Namjoon do to you for you to say such bullsh*t?
Just because he isn’t a “visual” in your eyes doesn’t mean he isn’t. I find him beautiful, because of how selfless he is, how he prioritizes Bangtan before his own endeavors, and for you to call him UNTALENTED, UGLY, and USELESS is OUTRIGHT RETARDED. You deserve a special place in hell. You dare consider yourself a fan still? You degraded BTS’s leader, you think the rest of BTS wants that? You think your “bias” wants that?
DAMN YOU. I hope you feel the guilt. I hope you feel how he feels when you fucking said that in his face. It’s fucking painful, but you don’t have a clue on how it feels, do you?

He deserves more. He deserves every love in the world. Not this.

Put yourself in his shoes.
Working your ass off on sleepless nights, helping in composing a melody and writing lyrics.
Performing on various stages, just to see them smile.
But hearing them call you useless, ugly, untalented,
how would YOU feel?
I hope that you would not be this INSENSITIVE AND INCONSIDERATE to anyone else. Nobody deserves to be treated like this. Ever.

Namjoon deserves BTS, deserves equal amount of love the other members get, deserves those awards, and heartfelt compliments,

But we, we DON’T deserve Namjoon, or BTS.

To whoever said that, wherever you are, I don’t care if you’re older than me, but if you want to be respected, you better do the same. If fate ever decides that we cross paths, I’d wish you all the pain in the world. But hey, I have no right to say that. God forbid that we’d cross paths.

Shame on you.

Seokjin Scenario: Someone Like You.

Request: a scenario where Jin goes to his service and meets you during there while you’re medical intern. He falls in love with you at first sight but you didn’t have interest in dating at first so he feigns his injury/sick with or without his friends just to see you until one day stops visiting you only to find out later he was sent to a recon mission and been badly hurt. 

Genre: Fluff / Romance


Resplendent. It was the only word Jin thought could make justice to you. There were a lot more he could also use, like beautiful, dashing, out of this world, but resplendent suited you perfectly, enough to describe the way you seemed to glow when you smiled. He never thought such thing about a woman he just met, but he could already feel you were different even if that was crazy of him to feel, but upon seeing you, he just had the need of knowing you better, you were captivating and he’d never found someone who could make him feel this way at first sight.

–Hello, please let me help you – He along with other three was sent to help the newcomers, you and another man.

–Oh hi, thank you, you’re so kind– you reached out for the hand he was offering to help you get down from the jeep that brought you to the camp and you smiled at him, your hands were soft and delicate and once you were down, Jin took the bags you were carrying with you.

–It’s nothing – he answered smiling, honestly it was everything if you kept smiling at him that way. Your eyes locked and he noticed you were examining him, he was only with his black t-shirt, uniform pants and combat boots, the usual for normal days and he remembered he didn’t have any identification on him. –I’m Kim Seokjin –

–I’m Y/N, the new medical intern –

–I know, welcome– you laughed softly with that, pronouncing a soft thank you and walking ahead so he followed you. Your laughter was refreshing and he suddenly felt like a teenager by your side, stealing glances and wondering what were you thinking about him, if you were thinking about him at all.

He smiled thinking that with a doctor like you, he would willingly fall sick every day of his life and that made him laugh so your eyes fixed on him again. Your eyes were curious and pretty, but then again, you were pretty wherever he saw and he should get a grip of himself. –What is it? –

–Oh nothing, we’re already here – he placed your bags on a metal table on your new working cubicle and turned to you who were inspecting the surroundings with a satisfied smile, you looked excited for being there. Jin cleared his throat to get your attention and you smiled, noticing you had been spacing out. It was endearing. – I’ll leave you now doctor, I hope you have a nice day –

–Same to you – you waved at him and then turned around, pulling your hair up in a ponytail and busying yourself with taking instruments out of your bags.

He should leave, he knew it, so he forced himself out because in all honesty he wanted to keep talking with you, about everything, about anything, about whatever you wanted. Jin never thought he was one to believe in love at first sight but if this wasn’t it, then it had to be pretty close. You stayed on his mind all day, and he knew he needed to see you again, whatever it took.

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In A Moment Ch. 8

Originally posted by merci-angel

Bucky came awake with a jolt.

He sat up and looked around the dark room. He could hear you shifting on the bed and letting out soft whimpers. He smiled, thinking about what you could be dreaming about.

But when you cried, “No,” in a broken voice, his blood ran cold. Steve started to come awake and sat up beside Bucky. You let out a wail, and started thrashing in the sheets.

Bucky and Steve shot up from the floor and climbed onto the bed. Steve gathered you in his arms, whispering soft words while Bucky turned on the lamp, coming up on the other side and wrapped his arms around the both of you. Steve met Bucky’s eyes over your head when tears began falling down your cheeks. You kept mumbling but Bucky shook his head when he couldn’t make out what you were saying.

Steve looked down and saw your eyes flutter open. You raised your head and looked behind you at Bucky. You sat up straighter and looked around the room, gathering your bearings.

Feeling like you were hit by a freight train, you turned to Bucky and Steve who were sitting silently behind you. “We have a problem.”

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One night part 2 // SHAWN MENDES

Overview: She talks to jeff then she sorts things out with Shawn

authors note: this is kind of short sorryyy


“I just wish you had told me how you felt,” he was holding my hands, his thumbs soothingly running across my palms. “I wish it never had to come to this,” He was calm, not at all how I expected him to react.

“I feel so awful for doing this to you Jeff, you were so amazing and I did one of the most horrible things to you,” I look away from him, unable to hold his understanding gaze.

“Y/n, calm down sweetie, yes you did something that- I must admit I am hurt right now but people make mistakes and I’m glad you told me about it rather then keep it secret and have our relationship continue on a bunch of lies,”

I look back at him to see him smile sadly at me. “I had a feeling about you two,” He mumbles softly.

“What do you mean?” I ask furrowing my eyebrows.

“When ever we’d hang out together, the three of us, you were always more focused on Shawn rather than me. You guys were like in your own little world. I suspected that you had feelings for each other but you would always come back to me so I pushed my worries aside,”

His confession makes the nausea increase.

“I never wanted to hurt you like this,” I tell him.

“I know, I think it’s best if we don’t see each other any more, I just need to go clear my head, I’m sorry Y/n,” Jeff looks away from me as he says this. “Go talk to Shawn if you haven’t yet,” he gets up and walks straight out the door. He never looked back.


I hesitantly stood out front Shawn’s door. The dark wood stared right back at me, almost taunting me saying go on, knock, I dare you.

I don’t know why I couldn’t. The feelings that appeared the first time I ever kissed him were rearing their ugly heads. I did not want to end up hurt. It was weird how I ended up the one hurting others.

The door opened and I step back alarmed. Shawn appears in front of me and he looks just as shocked. Can I also add drop dead gorgeous? His hair was a fluffy mess atop his head and his black t-shirt clinged to his chest. 

“Y/n?” His voice was low and deep, like he’d just woken up.

“Hey,” I murmur, unable to hold his intense stare.

“I was about to go for a run but come in,” He opens the door and I slide past him, his cologne swirling around me and filling my senses sending vivid recollections of the other night.

“I’m sorry that I came at a bad time,” I trail off, not knowing what to say.

“No its fine, I just needed something to keep my mind of yo-things.”

I look up at him and he stares right back, an awkward silence filling the room.

“Jeff and I broke up,” there’s one way to solve things. 

A smile fills his face but he quickly tries to replace it with a neutral expression, his eyes still sparkling. I roll my eyes at him and he fiddles with his ring on his middle finger.

“So your a single woman now,” 

“Looks like it,” the silence resumes as we stare at each other.

“What do we do now?” I trail off, my feet suddenly becoming very interesting.

“We could go catch a movie? I mean if you’re up to it of course?” He looks nervous as he stands there fidgeting.

“No that sounds good, I- um- I have to get ready,” I go to walk to the door just as Shawn steps forward and we crash into each other, my head hitting his chin painfully.

“Sorry,” I squeak out, rushing towards the door as my cheeks flame with embarrassment.  When did things become so awkward between us?

Shawn chuckles. “I’ll pick you up at 5,” he calls out, and I turn back to look at him as I hold the door open.

“5,” just as the door is about to close its open again and a flushed Shawn appears in my gaze.

“Forgot something,” With that he leans down and kisses me, one hand cupping cheek. 

“Yeah,” I breath out when he pulls back, dazed by his kiss as he smirks at me.

“I know you usually kiss at the end of the date but I couldn’t help myself,”

Haikyuu Characters As Things I've Said: Karasuno

Kiyoko:
“Going out with you would mean I would have to lower my standards in order to settle. I don’t believe you're​ worth settling for.”

Yachi:
“Oh no! I have no idea where I’m going now. AAA-oh here it is. I can’t believe it. Yay~”

Daichi:
“When did I suddenly become the more responsible one? Sigh. I’m too tired and too old for this bullshit.”

Sugawara:
“I feel like a parent to two kids that I didn’t even agree to raise at a–.Don’t you dare eat that chocolate you little shit. Nu-uh, I ain’t gonna let you spoil your dinner.”

Asahi:
“What if my feelings were hurt? Pfffft- I’d have to have feelings to begin with? Ow, that’s such a cruel thing to say.”

Ennoshita:
“Do you really want to try me kid. I dare you. I’m the only one who knows how to cook anything in this room.”

Tanaka:
“You wanna go asshole? 3 p.m., after school, at the park. Bring your crew, I’ll bring mine.”

Nishinoya:
“Say something about my height again. I dare you. Let’s see what happens to your kneecaps you damn tree.”

Hinata:
“Dogs are too good for us. I only watched 30 minutes of Hachi, and when he died I couldn’t-” (ugly sobbing).

Yamaguchi:
“Um…. Do you need help-like to get your shit together? Cuz I have no idea what to do in this situation.”

Tsukishima:
“Hell no. Fuck this bullshit. I’m done. You’re on your own bitch.”

Kageyama:
“You say that like I’m suppose to give a shit about other people’s opinions. If they don’t like me, it doesn’t matter.”

What's wrong with some people?

Why people are so salty about Baekhyun’s popularity? Why do you hate him, and his stans so much?
He deserves it, yes he deserves all the best because he made it all by himself.
He wasn’t a long term trainee, he couldn’t dance perfectly as much as others, but he didn’t give up.
When SM started to release the EXO teasers before their debut, they almost didn’t give him screen time, a lot of people surprised when they saw Baekhyun on MAMA mv.
In Growl era he started to gain so much popularity because people found out his funny, sweet, cute personality, but he didn’t change at all.
In Overdose era, when his relationship came out, people left him alone, and cancelled their tickets even he was working hard for his musical, they called him a traitor, but he tried to keep smiling.
In CMB, LMR, Monster, and Lotto eras, his popularity increased again, because he always puts extra effort what he’s doing, and as a Baekhyun stan, of course I’m so happy to see him gaining more love, because he deserves it, and I don’t care what you think about it.
So please don’t come and tell me that he doesn’t deserve all his popularity, because he does.
And please don’t call yourself as an EXO-L if you’re jealous about it when you should be happy for him.
He went through all of the bad times without losing his smile. You can see how he looks his fans, how he tears up when he accepts an award, so don’t you dare judge his sincerity.
As a Baekhyun stan, I couldn’t be more proud of him, because he does, and gives us everything that we can’t even ask for, but most importantly he gives us love.
And don’t tell me to stop stanning him because I won’t. I was with him all the times, and I’ll be by his side in future.
I don’t say you have to like him, but try to show some respect. If you don’t, then please keep your ugly comments about him, about us, to yourself, and leave “us” alone.

quirky-idealist  asked:

If you're still doing the prompts: "I can't move on from something that wasn't supposed to end!" Coldflash

Wow, this one got away from me. I could literally write a whole series based on his. 

Moving On

The last person Barry had expected to be knocking on his front door was Leonard Snart. He stared, wide-eyed, at his ex-husband, unsure of what to say.

           “Hey, Bare.” He smiled, like the past four years hadn’t happened, like they hadn’t gone through so much hurt and pain. “Sorry to drop in like this, but…”

           Barry slammed the door shut. He didn’t want to see Len. How had he found them? They were supposed to be hidden. But a foot blocked the door jamb. “Scarlet.” Len called. “I just want to talk. Whatever you think, this isn’t it. Trust me.”

           And how dare he. Barry threw open the door angrily. “No!” He scowled. “You don’t get to say that. You don’t get to call me ‘Scarlet’ or ask me to trust you. Not after everything you’ve done! Now, go away, or I will make you.”

           Len just rolled his eyes. “Barry, look at me! Really look at me, and you’ll know whoever did those things wasn’t me.”

           Barry didn’t want to look at Len. All it would do is make him angry, make all those ugly feelings come back. But he forced himself to raise his eyes to his ex-husband’s face. At first, he wasn’t sure what he was supposed to be seeing. Then, he noticed his hair.

           It was salt and peppered, but the gray hadn’t quite taken over his head. His skin was smoother than the last time Barry had seen him. His eyes were sparkling in a way Barry hadn’t seen in years.

           This wasn’t his Len. This was some past version, still on his travels in the Waverider, long before everything in their lives fell apart. He steeled himself.

           “When are you from?” He forced himself to ask. He didn’t really care if Len was from the past or the present—he didn’t want to see his ex—but he knew that the quickest way to get rid of him would be to cooperate.

           “2017.” Len answered, shoving his hands in his jacket pockets. “Is it possible to talk about this somewhere other than your front stoop?”

           No. Barry didn’t want Len in his house. He didn’t want them around…

           He shook his head, pulling the door closed to block sight into the house. “No, I don’t think that would be a good idea.”

           A look passed over Len’s face, like he was ready to argue the point—of course he was—when loud footsteps came barreling down the stairs. Shit.

           “Dad, dad, dad!” He turned to see Michael, Joseph, and Elise were all running towards him.

           “What did I tell you about running down the stairs?” Barry scolded, accidentally releasing the door so it swung open all the way.

           “Dad, Joseph used his powers!” Michael tattled. His other son pushed him.

           “Did not! He’s just mad that I won battleship! Ask Ellie!”

           His youngest, however, was staring at the open doorway. “Daddy!” She grinned, running straight for Len.

           Len, for his part, was frozen in shock as his future five-year-old daughter wrapped her arms around his legs. Michael and Joseph both froze, as well, their eyes wide with fear. Unlike Elise, they were both old enough to remember what their father had done, what he continued to do.

           He laid a hand on his eight-year-old twins’ shoulders. “It’s fine, boys. It’s not really him.”

It would be too hard to explain to his sons that this version of their father was from the past, that there was a time when Barry believed in the goodness in Leonard Snart’s heart, and Len had been a hero. All they remembered was the Secret Society of Super-Villains; Len kidnapping them and Barry under the guise of “protecting them” from Lex Luthor and the rest of the Society; holding them for almost a year against their will; Barry risking everything to get them away; the battle between the Justice League and the Society in the streets of Metropolis, where Len shot Barry down in anger and nearly killed him.

This wasn’t that Len, though. This was the one who sent him flowers with secret notes, who fought to protect time, who woke Barry up with kisses and stayed up with him when his nightmares were too much.

Elise held her arms up. “Up, Daddy. Up!”

Len shook himself out of his trance and, without hesitation, scooped his future daughter into his arms. His eyes lit up, and Barry’s heart broke. There was never a doubt in his mind that Len loved their children, or even that he loved him. He had no idea what was to come for them, though.

“Come in, I guess.” Barry stepped to the side, and Len walked inside cautiously. Len wasn’t dumb, after all. He was almost certain that he’d noticed the way Michael and Joseph stepped quickly out of his way, putting Barry between them. Elise rested her head on Len’s shoulder, though, and that made Len smile.

“Why don’t you three go back upstairs and wash up?” Barry suggested. “Dinner’s almost ready, and Daddy and I need to talk.”

Michael and Joseph nodded, backing slowly towards the stairs to keep Len in their sights. Barry could’ve swore frost covered the banister where Michael touched it. Len sadly placed Elise back on the floor.

“Daddy, are you staying for dinner?” She asked hopefully. Michael and Joseph paused on the stairs, both looking to Barry.

Len sighed. “I’m sorry, Doodle Bug.” It’d been so long since Barry heard that nickname, but Elise’s face lit up. “I have some friends who need my help. I just need to get something from your Dad, and then I have to leave.”

Elise’s face fell, and Barry could tell it broke Len’s heart. Then, she flashed forward and wrapped her arms around Len’s neck.

Barry heard a faint, “I love you, Daddy” before she zipped away again, past her brothers and up the stairs.  

“NO RUNNING ON THE STAIRS!” Barry shouted after her. He grabbed Len’s arm and pulled him towards the kitchen. Without sparing a look at his ex, he grabbed his oven mitts and took the baked chicken he’d been preparing out of the oven.

“So, what do you need from me?” He asked, heading for the fridge to pull out the salad he’d already prepared.

“What happened, Scarlet?” He barely heard Len’s whisper, and, when he turned, he was staring around at their house with awe and sadness. “Why am I not here? What happened between us? Why are our children afraid of me?”

A loud crash echoed through the kitchen. The plate Barry had been holding was snapped in two in his hands, his knuckles white. “They are my children.” He growled. “You don’t get to call them yours, after I have had to raise them by myself for five years!”

That familiar Snart anger flared, and Len rounded the kitchen island. “And why? Why did you take our children from me? What did I do that was so bad?”

Barry flinched when Len stepped into his space. He remembered those nights, locked away in that lair, that his Len would come home tired and angry, and Barry would be wound-up and irritated from being more or less held prisoner, and they would have a fight. He remembered the way his husband would crowd him, scream at him, bully him.

Len jumped away, though, horror in his eyes. “No…” He shook his head as he backed away, putting the island between them again. “I didn’t…I….” He stared down at his hands. Barry frantically shook his head.

“No. God, Len, no. You never put a hand on any of us. I mean, outside of the beating you gave me when we fought as Cold and the Flash after everything was over, but that was work. You never would’ve laid a finger on me or our children, Len. Never.”

“But I did hurt you.” Len squeezed his eyes shut. “I hurt my family. I know that fear in our sons’ eyes. They thought I was going to hurt you, or them. What kind of father was I?”

Barry sighed, turning his attention back to the dinner he was preparing. “Len…you shouldn’t know too much about your own future. But, for the record, I don’t think you were a bad father. Maybe you didn’t make the best choices, and maybe you weren’t the best husband all the time, but everything you did was to protect us. You just took everything way too far.

“Just…” He licked his lips and shrugged. “We just all have to move on. I’m trying to move past this, your future self needs to move past it, and you just need to…forget about it. Forget about all of this and move on.”

Len threw his arms in the air. “Barry, that’s crazy! I can’t ‘move on’! How am I supposed to forget all of this? I can’t move on from something that wasn’t supposed to end!”

Barry chuckled humorlessly. “You know, that’s exactly what you told me the last time I saw you, when I told you that it was over. But for you, this isn’t over. You still have your Barry in 2017—you are together, aren’t you?”

Len nodded.

“Good. We’ve had our bad times, Len, but I would never trade our good times to stop them. They’re what keeps me going. Well, them and our little meta monsters upstairs.”

A warm smile grew on Len’s face. “What can they all do? I mean, I know that Elise is a speedster, but what are the boys?”

“Joseph can read minds, and Michael makes ice.” Barry grinned, and Len laughed. “What did the Legends need from me?”

Len frowned, confused.

“You know, your mission?”

“Right.” Len cleared his throat. “The tachyon device that Thawne used as Harrison Wells. We need it to fix the time drive, so we can travel back to 2017.”

Barry remembered it well. He motioned for Len to follow him out of the kitchen, and down a set of stairs that led into a basement-turned-lab space. “Cisco made this for me after we moved here. I can’t go to places like S.T.A.R Labs or the Watchtower since…well, since what happened, because someone might track me and find us. So, we had all of this put here, instead, and Cisco opens breaches every now and then to visit or bring us stuff.”

No more Flash. No more Justice League. No more CCPD. He’d had to restart his entire life, but at least his Len couldn’t find him or his children.

He headed for one of the work tables below where the tachyon device was displayed. He pulled it off the wall and handed it to Len. “I’ve always loved you, Len.” He whispered as their fingers brushed together. “I want you to know that.”

He wanted to kiss Len, to feel those lips against his one more time, but he knew that his time with Len was over. He needed to move on. They both walked upstairs, and Barry walked him back to the door.

“I’m sorry.” Len sighed. “I’m sorry for what I did to you, whatever it was. I promise, I will try my hardest to prevent it.”

There were no words to express what Barry was feeling—the hope, yet disbelief that anything would change. So, he just nodded. When the door closed behind Len, it was like a weight raised from his shoulders. He leaned his head against the wood for a second and took a deep breath.

“Kids, dinner is ready!” He called as he straightened himself up and headed for the kitchen. He knew it would take them all a few minutes to get downstairs, enough time to compose himself. When he stepped into the kitchen, though, a drawling voice stopped him in his tracks.

“It’s about time. I thought he’d never leave.”

Sitting at the island, dressed in his long black coat with his cold gun raised, was Len. His Len. Fear shot through Barry’s body. “How did you…?”

           Len chuckled. “Memories are a funny thing, Scarlet. Like, when you suddenly remember your past self finding where your family is hiding out. The exact address.”

           He rose from his seat and slowly walked over to where Barry was paralyzed in place. “You can kill me, but please don’t hurt them.” He whispered, not sure what Len was planning.

           Len, though, just tilted his head, stepping calmly into Barry’s space. “Oh, Scarlet…” Barry resisted the urge to flinch as he raised a hand to his face, brushing his fingers against Barry’s cheek. “I’m not here to kill you. Why would I kill you or hurt our kids? I love you.”

           Without lowering the cold gun, he leaned forward and brought their lips together. Barry hated himself for wanting the kiss. He indulged himself for only a minute before turning his head away.

           Len sighed. “I’m going to make this right, Bare. You, me, and the kids are all going far away from here, from the Justice League, from the Society, and no one will be able to find us again.”

Noona - Jungkook (High School AU)

Group: BTS
Member/Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Genre: Fluff
Word count: 2231
Summary: In which a certain junior has been leaving you the corniest pick up lines on a pink note.

Your POV

The hallways of our school was the same as per usual. It was noisy, sweaty, and crowded. I’m really thankful I only have to endure this for only a year. After a few ‘unintentional’ pushes and ‘excuse me’s here and there, I finally reached my locker. Thankfully, by the time I arrived in front of it, the hallway became more bearable since some students have now proceeded to the cafeteria. I opened my locker and saw the familiar pink note that would be occasionally there whenever lunch break comes.

Are you from Korea? Because I think I just found my seoulmate ;) It was cheesy right? I hope it brought a smile to your face noona! Don’t forget to smile always!! ^^

-K

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To the Stars

‘Everlasting life? I imagine it would be kind of lonely.’

In the ruins of Zurich, with death looming over them a decision has to be made…and sometimes even those who possess the heart of a star can’t live forever.

Inspired by @infinite-atmosphere​ and this POST. Epilogue can be found HERE

Disclaimer: As always Overwatch and its amazing characters don’t belong to me, I’m just borrowing them.

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blurryfaceimagines  asked:

hey there hun~ i'm your sns week surprise fairy today here with a domestic scenario for you to imagine: sasuke being pissed at naruto for not doing the dishes when it was his turn and he waits for naruto to wake up and come out just in time to see sasuke stuffing the last of his pizza into his mouth. the whole neighborhood rang with a shout of "mY PIZZA!"

Traitor, Naruto thinks, gaping like a goldfish at the sight before him. The betrayal is real, and Naruto isn’t quite sure if he’ll ever be able to recover. He is a good person. His poor heart had suffered far too many times already - he doesn’t deserve such pain.

But as it tends to go, the world is a terrible place; and sometimes, innocent people suffer for no good reason.

Exhibition one: Falling asleep in his boyfriend’s lap and then, later, being awakened by a delicious smell of hot pizza, only to open his eyes and see his boyfriend stuffing his face with the last piece. Truly a tragedy.

“The hell, Sasuke?” he exclaims. “That was my pizza!” and if Sasuke tries to convince you it was more of a whine, do not believe him - he’s an ugly traitor who steals other people’s food - I mean, why would you even believe such person?

Lesson one in Dating Uzumaki Naruto 101 is: Never get between a man and his food. Sasuke should know this! (He probably does, the bastard, and yet he still broke the unbreakable. And what is worse, he did it on purpose! Simply unforgivable, if Naruto dares to say.)

“No it isn’t, now.” And, ouch, that wicked smirk that appears on Sasuke’s face is like another knife to Naruto’s chest.

“How could you, Sasuke, I tought you loved me!”

“Maybe this could have been prevented,” Sasuke says with a roll of his eyes, “if you did the dishes instead of sleeping.”

“I took a short nap, that’s all!”

“Yes. A short nap that lasted three hours.”

Naruto blinks. “Oh. I mean. You could’ve woken me up.”

Sasuke mumbles something under his breath, then averts his gaze away from Naruto. Naruto blinks, Is… is there a trace of pink in his cheeks?

“Eh? What was that?”

“I said you looked too fucking adorable to wake up, idiot!”

“Aww,” Naruto teases, “that is so cute, Sasuke. I’m still sad I didn’t get at least a taste, though,” he pouts.

“I can think of a remedy.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Mmm,” he agrees.

Sasuke bows down, and the look of utter adoration takes Naruto’s breath away.

He closes his eyes and a moment later, he feels a pair of soft lips pressed firmly against his. Naruto smiles against the kiss, and slightly opens his lips. Drinking in the taste of Sasuke and pizza he didn’t get to have, a thought storms through his mind, Maybe I can forgive this betrayal, after all.

“So, Naruto,” Sasuke whispers, still so incredibly close. “Did the remedy suffice?”

“Tasty,” he chuckles. “But I could go for seconds.”

“What’s stopping you, then?”

And the answer is, nothing.

‘Abs won’t change the fact that he’s ugly’

Just a piece of work that I’ve just made. Seeing a few stupid comments these days about ‘how ugly is Jongdae’ it makes me want to knock those people in their faces. Hell, Jongdae is one of the most beautiful men I know and coming here and saying words like ‘No one will be over Jongdae if he strips because abs won’t change the fact that he is ugly.’ I’m sorry but not really, dear hater, but you must have a problem. You’re blind of something if you call him ‘ugly.’

In your case, ugly means how your heart looks like because calling a fucking beautiful soul ‘ulgy’ it’s more than stupid. He has one of the most magnanimous hearts in this whole world. He even feels bad because a few people leave in bad conditions and he has a good life. Excuse me if he doesn’t fit in your crazy ‘high’ beauty standards but you can just dream about a boy with a jaw like his, cheekbones, kitten lips and those sweet eyes and butt.

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Originally posted by drkimkai

Aren’t I mentioned about his Adam apple yet?

Just saying…

Thighs too…

One of those girls

Author: spn-x-reader-fics 

Pairing: Dean x Plus size reader

Words: 1196

Warnings: body shaming 

Requested by: onlygodcanjudgeme-sh

Dean Winchester was gorgeous. Sam was pretty good looking, too, but, Dean… His face and figure just screamed I’m too good for you, in your eyes. His arms, and how well they could hold people; his hair, looking effortlessly cool; his lips, and how plush they seemed, how well they would work on yours (well, theoretically - you hadn’t tested the theory yet, so to speak); his eyes, how complex yet simple they were, speaking to you and getting his emotions more effectively than his mouth seemed to…

“Y/n?” You snapped out of your soliloquoy when you heard Dean’s voice to your right, addressing you. His voice. That was also something perfect about him. Husky and sexy but also sincere… “I’m going to take a leak, alright? I’ll be back in a minute.” Your friend placed a hand on your shoulder gently before getting up from his seat and walking towards the door labelled “men”.

You were in your run-of-the-mill bar downtown at some deadbeat area of North Dakota. Nothing you hadn’t seen a million times before, yet something was different this time.

Usually, bars like this were full of sleazy guys who were either no talk and all hands or washed up people drinking away their sorrows alone. Undoubtedly, you could tick those off the list a dozen times over, but today there was also a group of 3 girls evidently attempting to have a “girls’ night out”. They were right next to you, their asses hanging off the edge of their barstools, leaning forward to give the bartender the best view possible of their curves. Each of them was fairly heavily made up, in a short skirt, and looking like they spent 12 out of 24 hours a day at the gym.

You cringed slightly just looking at them. You weren’t put out by their choice of appearance: as far as you cared, they could do whatever they wanted. It was the comparison you made between your sizes that caused you to shrink back from them. They were much slimmer than you, and you were considered a “plus size”, so you felt embarrassed even being around them, let alone with Dean thrown into the mix. You were positive that those were exactly the kind of girls he would go for: slim, confident…”Oh my God, did you see that guy next to us? The one in the plaid shirt? He was hot” the one closest to you pointed out loudly, making no attempt to be discreet.

You gulped.

“Oh, yeah, he was a cutie. I bet you I could totally get him… If you know what I mean…” The girl in the middle hinted. Yep, she definitely seemed like one of those girls. She sat up straighter than the others swarming around her like wasps at a picnic, and appeared to be taller. She looked like the leader of the pack. But not like a Cordelia from Buffy Queen Bee, who had the potential to be nice - lile a Regina George Queen Bee, who was relentlessly cruel.

“Hey, you” she said, shamelessly jabbing a finger at you. “Ya know the hot guy in the plaid shirt. Are you with him?”

“Yeah, we just came out to-”

“No, are you with him?” She asked impatiently.

"Er, no, we’re just-”

“Good, because a guy like him would never” the girl looked you up and down, with a disapproving expression on her face, “go for a girl like you. You know that, right?”

Your cheeks turned bright red, and you stared at the bar counter. You were certain that what he was saying was true, though. “Yeah. I know.”

“He would go for a girl like me, to be exact… I’ll show you in a minute.” The girl then shot the most high-and-mighty grin you’d ever seen in your direction.

“You know he’s only friends with you ‘cause he feels sorry for you.” The one on the left, who hadn’t spoken about Dean yet, added quickly.

Apparently, it was possible for your face to go redder than it already was. “What?” You inquired, turning to face the girl.

The original girl laughed in disbelief, as if it was clear. “He would never go for someone as fat and ugly as y-“

“What did you call her?” Suddenly, Dean was at your side. Immediately, the three girls’ heads whipped round to face him. Their eyes widened and none of them said a word. “I said” Dean grabbed the girl next to you by the collar. “What did you call my best friend?”

“Fat and ugly, cause she is… Now, this girl wants to talk to y-”

“I think I’ll be doing the talking, thank you very much.” Dean snapped. “First, how dare you call her ugly and "fat”? I mean, you should never call anyone that in the first place, but I think y/n is absolutely gorgeous. She’s a great person, too, unlike all of you.“ Dean’s gaze swept across the three girls, who all looked positively intimidated by now. "Don’t try and say who I’ll like and won’t like, because you’re not me, and my mind doesn’t work in the superficial way yours does.” He then turned to the girl in the middle. “And, even if I did think about getting with you, which I wouldn’t, because you’re nasty and fake and not as perfect as you think you are. Even if I thought about it, I wouldn’t because I’m into someone else. Like, properly.”

All this time, you had been gazing at him with your mouth wide open. You didn’t expect him to say anything he had.

“You’re only saying all this because you pity her.” You then realised that was probable and your feelings turned from shock to sadness.

“If I ‘pitied’ her, would I do this?” Dean asked, and before anyone could do or say anything in response, he swivelled round so he was facing you, grabbed your face and crashed his lips against yours. Forget butterflies, it felt like elephants were storming around in your stomach. Dean was kissing you? Voluntarily? It all seemed so surreal.

The three girls were so surprised they couldn’t take their eyes off the two of you. When he pulled away after a couple of seconds (way too soon) he faced the girls for a final time. “If you even think about going near this girl or anyone you’re planning on picking on again, things’ll get ugly.” Dean proceeded to take your hand. “Come on, sweetheart. Let’s get away from these jerks.”

-

When you and Dean were walking down the street together, he decided to come clean properly. “Y/n, I really like you. I don’t care that you’re not as skinny as those girls. I still want to do all the things I’d want to do with anyone else I’ve liked with you. You’re beautiful, alright?”

“I just don’t understand. They were right.”

“No, not at all. They were completely wrong.” Dean told you honestly. “Now you’ve said that again, actually, I might just have to kiss you again…” He smirked, pulling you to him, not caring that you were in the middle of the road.

invderjade  asked:

can you write jenna getting a bitpbull puppy and star being jealous because jenna is spending all her time with her new puppy

Yes I sure can! A pit bull was such a good idea for a dog for Janna! The rumor that they can snap and become violent is NOT TRUE! If you wanna adopt a dog a pit bull is GREAT! They are just very playful, and puppies can get too rowdy when they aren’t trained. And I love their little faces!!! They look all silly and cute I love them! Pug dogs are my favorite dogs, but Pit Bull’s are a close second. Actually all dogs are my favorite. All dogs are good. they are good dogs.


“Come here, baby!” Janna called and the dog came scampering across the floor. The Pit Bull jumped up in her arms and began licking her face. “Who is a good boy? I love you! I love you!”” Janna exclaimed. The dog jumped out of her arms and began running in circles. “You wanna play?” Janna asked. The dog sneezed and picked up his rope chew toy from, the other side of the room. He trotted over to Janna and the two began playing tug-a-war.

“Janna! Do you wanna go get lunch!?” Star cried, peeking he rhead through the door. But she grumbled when she saw her playing with the dog. “Oh. Potato is here.” She growled. “Why did you name him Potato?” Star asked.

“Because he looks like a big ol’ Potato!” Janna giggled. She pulled the rope from the dog and it growled.

“It just growled at you!” Star exclaimed.

“It’s okay, he sneezed.” Janna assured. Star gave a confused look. “Well, puppies can play pretty rough, especially Pit Bulls. But to make sure that their partner knows they’re just playing, they sneeze before they growl or jump and bark.” She explained. “If he’s growling and barking, and he didn’t sneeze first, it means he’s upset.” Janna added.

“Oh, so you know what the dog is thinking, but you can’t tell when your girlfriend wants to get lunch with you?” She asked. Janna put the rope down and the dog began chewing and growling with it. But sneezed every now and then so they knew he was playing.

“Are you upset?” Janna asked. Star pouted and sat on the couch. “You are, aren’t you. Star are you jealous of a dog?” Janna asked.

“No!” Star exclaimed. “I just… don’t like him! He’s ugly!” She bit. The dog pouted and Janna gasped. She lifted the puppy up and held it out to Star.

“How dare you say that about this little guy!” She exclaimed. “Look at his face!” She demanded. Star looked up at the puppy, who was panting and sticking his tongue out. It looked like he was smiling. Star cracked a little smile when the dog licked his jowls and nose.

“Okay… I guess the way he smiles is pretty cute.” Star huffed. Janna held the dog out further soit licked Star’s face. Star began laughing and she took the dog in her own arms. The Pit Bull jumped up on her and began covering her face in puppy-kisses. “Potato! Down boy! Come on!” Star laughed. The dog jumped down and sneezed again, playing with his rope.

“You know I love you, right Star?” Janna asked. Star blushed and nodded. “And Potato loves you too!” She promised, petting the dog’s ears.

“I know.” Star assured. “And I love you too.” She giggled. “But I also like it when you come out to lunch with me.”

“Okay, let’s go.” Janna beamed. The girls walked out the door and made it halfway down the street before they heard a little pitter-patter of footsteps behind them. Star and Janna turned around and saw Potato had followed them down the street. “Potato, go home.” Janna told him. Star frowned and scooped the doggo up.

“He wants to come get lunch with us!” Star frowned. “Let him eat!” She cried.

“Just a minute ago you hated that dog.” Janna reminded. Star was silent as the dog licked her face.

“Your point?” She asked. Janna rolled her eyes and motioned for the two to follow her. Star cheered and patted the dog’s head with her wand. A pink sparkly leash appeared and the dog’s new harness had butterfly wings on it. “Come on Potato! Let’s go get lunch!” She exclaimed. The dog ran next to her happily, despite the wings flapping everywhere.

“Star, take that thing off him, he doesn’t need a leash.” Janna laughed.

“Awww, but he looks so cute!” Star exclaimed. Janna shook her head and saw the dog sticking his tongue out, he looked pretty happy.

“Okay, I guess you should keep it on when we’re in town, just because it gets so busy.” She then knelt down and kissed the puppy on the head. ‘I don’t want anything to happen to my Potato!” Janna exclaimed.

“Then we can take him to the park and let him run around for a bit!” Star suggested excitedly. Janna nodded and the two girls and Pit Bull made their way to the Taco Shack. “I love you.” Star whispered.

“I love you too.” janna responded, blushing.

“I wasn’t talking to you, i was talking to Potato.” Star interjected. Janna rolled her eyes and Star grinned, pulling her down into a kiss.

“But you’re a close second.”

You crossed the line

@gizmo-the-meme

PARAPPA.


IS NOT.


UGLY.


PARAPPA IS THE MOST PRECIOUS THING TO EXIST ON THIS PLANET

HOW DARE YOU GO AND INSULT SUCH A TALENTED BOY???

HE IS THE MOST TALENTED BOY IN THIS UNIVERSE AND YOU HAVE THE AUDACITY TO SAY HE’S UGLY???

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