i hate the way that was worded

BTS Reacting to Your Ex-Best Friend Now Hating You and Finding You Upset

@infinitelostflowers this is for you I hope you like it :) Also thank you for all the love and support you’ve given to our blog we really really appreciate it and feel free to send as much requests as you want :)

Jin:  He would do his absolute best to make you feel better. he would help you through your hard time by letting you talk it all out and listening intently to every word then try and find the best way to fix the problem and make you feel happier. He also might go to that ex-best friend and have a stern motherly kinda talk ha.

Originally posted by the8-carat

Suga: He would definitely go to the ex-best friend and speak his mind completely and make that b**ch feel bad for making his girl upset. You might even need to hold him back, he be spitting those intense lyrics haha.

Originally posted by dabbingjungkookie

Rap Monster: He would calmly listen to you and what happened and then proceed to comfort you by holding you close whilst he grabs your phone, find the ex-best friend and write a very logically and truthful essay about how perfect you are in every way and that you don’t need this “friend” if they are going to make you this upset. Overall stunting the “friend” so they have no words.

Originally posted by rapnamu

J-Hope: He would distract you by making you the happiest person in the world. Making you forget all about that so called friend and focus on the positives you have in your life e.g. himself haha. He would definitely help you get through the pain you are feeling.

Originally posted by aestheticvbts

Jimin: He would talk it out with you, things like was that person really worth being friends with etc. H would help you realize how you truly feel about the matter and help and comfort you in any way he can.

Originally posted by kookies-for-taehyung

V: He would be so upset to see you upset that he would hug you until all the tears are gone and then proceed to talk about it and continue to comfort you like he was doing, always making sure that you are okay first.

Originally posted by btsdaddy

Jungkook: He would be extremely pissed and want to talk one on one with this “friend”. once he is able to speak his mind he would then make you feel better with anything you needed, dedicating all his time to you.

Originally posted by grape-joon

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No offense but throwing around the word pedophilia because something makes you uncomfortable is incredibly fucking toxic and disgusting. You set up this incredibly hateful environment for people who are just doing their own thing and it’s ridiculous that y'all literally harass people here and content creators just because you feel upset.
The one way to kill something meaningful is to use it until the point where it is no longer recognizable, and I can’t believe you guys are managing to do this with pedophilia but here we are.
Just do your own damn thing and let people do their thing as long as it doesn’t directly hurt someone and everyone just mind their own business. Do your best to ignore it, block it if you can, but please stop destroying people because you feel like being vindictive


hello everyone i am currently sitting in an airport on my way back home and its so early and i’m dying and i am so SORRY to everyone who sent me messages tumblr mobile sucks and i literally hate replying bc its so messy so akdndksksnd pls FORGIVE ME :(:(:(:(


Pairing: Newt x Reader

Word Count: 516

Warnings: None

Summary: Newt gets jealous of your friendship with Minho

I squeal, struggling to stay on Minho’s back, as he runs around the Glade so fast that my vision goes slightly blurry.

“Min, put me down! You know I hate piggybacks!” I laugh.

“Not until you say ‘Minho is my favourite person in the whole Glade and his hair is better than mine’!”

“Never!” I yell.
He carries me all the way to the Slammer and opens the door. “Minho, put me the shuck down!” I smile.

“I’ll put you down when you say it!” he teases. I roll my eyes and stick out my tongue at him. 

“I can’t say it!”

He grins. “Well, then, Y/N, you leave me no choice. Have a nice time in the Slammer!”

A plan suddenly forms in my mind. “Hey look, it’s Thomas!”

Minho drops me as soon as I say it, scanning the Glade and trying to fix his already perfect hair simultaneously.I roll my eyes and jog away, laughing. Stupid shank.

As I walk back to my hut, I spot Newt in the distance. When I look closely, I see that he’s frowning, his lips pressed into a thin line. I decide to check if he’s okay; I’ve never really seen him angry or upset -as second-in-command, he has to be cool, calm and collected at all times. Besides, I try to talk to him every chance I get - I’ve had a bit of a crush on him since I got to the Glade.

“Hey!” I call.

He blinks, obviously startled. “Oh…hey”

“Are you okay?”

Newt sighs. “Yeah, I’m fine. It’s nothing”

“What’s nothing?”

“I just…seeing you with Minho…I get so bloody jealous, Y/N!”

“What? Why?” I ask, confused. Why would Newt be jealous?

“I like you, Y/N! I’ve liked you since the second you bloody got here! I can’t stop thinking about what it would be like to kiss you, to be your boyfriend!” he exclaims. “Bloody hell, I didn’t expect to say that today!”

I feel my jaw drop. Newt…what? I feel totally speechless. He likes me back! Newt actually likes me back! The urge to do a happy dance comes over me, but I fight it, figuring that it would be a pretty weird thing to do.

“Well, maybe you should stop thinking about kissing me and just do it” I whisper, blushing at the boldness of the statement.

Newt’s eyes widen in shock. He composes himself and smiles, making him look even cuter than usual. He steps forward and wraps his strong arms around my waist, sending tingles up my spine. I look up into his warm brown eyes.

He slowly leans down towards me. I let my eyes flutter closed instinctively as mouth lips meet mine. He starts to play with the little hairs at the back of my neck, and I smile against his lips at the touch. I wish I could kiss him forever, but eventually, we break apart for air, both of us grinning.

“Bloody hell” Newt murmurs.

I roll my eyes and kiss him again. The second kiss is somehow even better than the first.

anonymous asked:

Psst bro can you tell us what sort of girls you like ? :>

     Oh, Okuyasu’s type. Come to think of it, he didn’t really think about the details all that much. He would’ve killed to have a girlfriend, that was obvious, but he never really thought about the kind of traits he’d want her to have. What would she be like? What would be ideal? Wording it like that kind of made him feel weird. That wasn’t the way he wanted to see it. But with his lack of experience and childish personality, it was kind of hard for him to stray off that path at first .

     ❝ I like… cute girls. Good girls. I’m not really picky !!  ❞

     No, no, no. That’s too simple-minded. He had to really think about this! All his exaggerated whining and shitty ego aside, he didn’t really have a huge preference. Of course he had his own personal interests and things he admired, but he didn’t stress the little details. They didn’t matter all that much to him. But if there was anything he could make a big deal out of, it was this:

     ❝ I mean — look, dude: I don’t really care what she looks like! I don’t care if she’s smart, or loaded, or whatever. I don’t care if she’s got a Stand or not. Hell, I don’t even care if she likes all that spicy shit I can’t stand !! ❞ 

     He throws his hands into the air theatrically, returning them to his side as his face suddenly grows serious. His tone is sincere, but the way he looks away makes him look as though he’s too embarrassed to keep going .

     ❝ … But I want her to be nice. I want her to like me, even if I’m not really all that great in comparison. I want to be able to take her home to my dad. To have her understand and not turn her back on me when she realizes just how bad things have been for me. I’d give every single yen I HAVE just to find somebody like that to love! I don’t CARE about the little shit! I just want her to be HAPPY with me! To SMILE and act PROUD to be around me ! 

       God damn it, I just want someone to LIKE me !!

     The delinquent shoved his face deep into the crook of his left arm. It was normal for him to be emotional in an extreme degree, but there was something unsettling about this time. This was why he didn’t like thinking about everything so hard. He didn’t feel like he deserved to be thinking at all. He had once been ridiculed simply for existing and acting a fool. Every day, on the hour. Even though everything was far better for him now, he didn’t forget all of the BULLSHIT life handed him. It was carved deep inside his memory like the semicircle markings on his face. Every stupid thought kept going right back to the same damn thing. He HATED it .

                                             ❝ —— I  like cute girls. Good girls. I’m not really all that picky . ❞

One word tag meme

XD Thanks for the tag @inner-muse 


1. Where is your phone? Somewhere

2. Your hair? Long

3. Your dad? Busy 

4. Your other half? Ben

5. Your favorite food? Sweeties

6. Your dream last night? Long

7. Your favorite drink? Coke

8. Fear? Depression

9. Favorite Shoes? Comfy

10. Favorite way to relax? Bath

11. Your mood? Board

12. I love? Animals!

13. Where were you last night? Here

14. Something that you aren’t? Energetic

15. Muffins? Chocolate

16. Wish list item? Puppy

17. Where you grew up? Rough

18. Last thing you did? Ate

19. What are you wearing right now? Enough

20. Something you hate? Meaness

21. Your pets? Love

22. Friends? Missed

23. Life? Ongoing

24. Regrets? Some

25. Missing someone? Yes

Only 1 word answers

I’ve seen some people do this already so please ignore if you have already but I tag @fannihorvath020 @kawereen @kaoruyogi @gugle1980 and @windysuspirations

One SFW sample page from Pair Skate, the 18+ YOI doujinshi I’m doing with @tumblngkori

PDF should be available first week in March!

Edit to add: text is huge relative to the panel art bc print size (if you wanna print it at home) is 5.5″ x 8.5″.

someone: [says something lesbophobic]

18,000 ppl in the notes: op went about this the wrong way but i feel like it’s worth noting that lesbians hate everyone who isn’t a lesbian idk im not trying to be rude but it’s true i watched the 1st season of the l word :/

I hate school. I hate what it does to us. Erases out vibrancy, tears off our wings, teaches us to do those things to others and ourselves. I hate the walls painted as dull as minds who will never find joy in learning from the damage they’ve sustained, the walls imprisoning us. I hate the teachers who see and can not care, and the ones who see and do nothing. I hate the masquerade to act as if we haven’t been shattered, the masquerade of things no longer human. But mostly I hate the way every thing they do is meant as a funhouse mirror made of terror, making us believe we are powerless, making us tell ourselves we are nothing more than dust we breathe in and breathe out. I hate the way it trains us to believe we are anything less than infinite. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it.
I hate to know that the only way for me to see you smile is to pretend that we’re just lovely friends who don’t feel anymore than our friendship. That I wasn’t someone who could give you and make you feel everything you ever wanted. It’s the fact that I was a single star hoping for you to notice—among the brightest ones in your galaxy. That we wouldn’t be able to create one single spark once we collide. It’s not sad knowing—that the only way for me to love you—is to let you go—to stay away from you. And for me to feel this thing freely I need to be out of your sight. It’s not sad. It is something that was more than that. It was something that made me search for words that weren’t enough.
—  ma.c.a // Why “away” also means “stay”?
Marichat ‘Cliche’ Balcony Make Out Scene

Take One: Romeo and Juliette

Here it is, special dedication for that anon who specifically hates cliche marichat balcony scenes. I wrote one at least. 

Tagging @baneismydragon who apparently has a throne of Marichat cliches like wow I’m jealous. And it is also for everybody who was super sweet with me yesterday, thank you guys, I love you all <3

Side note: Juliette is the French version of Juliet so no, it isn’t a typo.

Marinette paced from one end of her balcony to the other, while glaring at the papers in her hands. It was well past midnight and she could be seeping just like Tikki was doing at the moment, in her comfortable bed. But no, she was out, repeating the lines for the stupid play. Why did she let Alya convince her she should be in it. Ah, screw that, why did she let Alya convince her she should try for Juliette’s part out of all things. Why was the school doing a Romeo and Juliette anyway? Did they run out of French plays? And even if they had to do it, couldn’t they do the modern version? Which didn’t require excentric old words no one used anymore?

Marinette groaned exasperatedly, before trying another line. Trying to sound sad she recited.

“The only man I love is the son of the only man I hate! I saw him too early without knowing who he was, and I found out who he was too late! Love is a monster for making me fall in love with my worst enemy.”

Marinette let her shoulders drop. That sounded lame even to her ears. Honestly, how was she supposed to make that sound sincere? She was a bad actress, she knew it. The only way she could pull off that line was if Adrien’s father was Hawkmoth or something. Which was ridiculous, of course. Honestly, she should just give up on this, Alya would get over it.

“But soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliette is the sun.”

Marinette turned around, startled to see Chat Noir on the chimney. With all the feline grace he possessed, he jumped on the lower one. Marinette was wonderstruck when she noticed his look. He seemed to be really into it.

“Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, who is already sick and pale with grief, that thou, her maid, art far more fair than she. Be not her maid since she is envious. Her vestal livery is but sick and green, and none but fools do wear it. Cast it off!” Marinette watched flabbergasted as Chat tip toped on the side, careful to not kick her plants while gesticulating wildly, emotion raw in his voice. Extending his hand towards her, he continued. “It is my lady. Oh, it is my love.”

Marinette almost yelled in panic as Chat Noir let himself fall over the edge, but stopped just in time when she heard his voice continuing with the lines. Her eyes trailed across the railing of the balcony as she followed the sound of his voice. And just then Chat appeared again over the railing.

“As daylight doth a lamp. Her eye in heaven would through the airy region stream so bright that birds would sing and think it were not night.” Marinette stood frozen in amazement as Chat stepped towards her. She was captivated and she wouldn’t even bother lying. It was impressive. Not only the fact that her dear partner knew the whole damn monolog of Romeo, but also the way he recited it. It truly made her feel like she was watching one of the most skilled actors putting on a show just for her.

“See how she leans her cheek upon her hand. Oh, that I were a glove upon that hand.” Marinette looked up in surprise as Chat leaned towards her, his next words being whispered. “ That I might touch that cheek.”  one gloved finger caressed her cheek gently.

“Oh, my.” Marinette wasn’t even sure if it was her gasping that out loud. Chat got awfully close, but she didn’t mind it, not quite. Marinette realized, she didn’t quite appreciate how nice Chat’s eyes were, even with the cat-like look, they were complementing beautifully his blond hair. She leaned in without really realizing. Not until she captured his lips.

Chat melted against her. It was so much better than that kiss on Valentine’s Day. It was no rush to break a curse or run to detransform. And she could appreciate so much better the softness of his lips and the faint taste of mint. Chat wrapped one arm around her waist bringing her closer. Marinette sighed against his lips. She felt warm and it was such a simply pleasant sensation, their lips against each other.

Marinette let out a grunt of annoyance once they broke apart. It took them a couple of seconds to stare at each other before they jumped away. It finally seemed to drown on them what they had done.

“I um…er….”

“I got a little… um.”

“And you were…”

“And you just…’

They both rubbed their necks awkwardly, while glancing at each other. Marinette decided she won’t let the awkwardness ruin this night which just took a wonderful turn.

“Do you… do you want to stay for milk and cookies?” she glanced at Chat, waiting for his response.

He smiled shyly, a little blush appearing on his cheeks. “I’d love to.”

The Case of the Bed Stranger

Stiles/Derek, T, 1.5K words, College AU

Written for the following prompt: The house party me and my friends threw kinda escalated and after throwing out everyone I found this half naked person passed out in my bed but I can’t be bothered to wake them up now so I’m just gonna go to sleep and deal with it in the morning, they are kind of cute anyway AU

“Erica,” Derek says calmly—very calmly, he thinks, considering the situation. It’s two in the morning, he just trudged back from the library with a pounding headache behind his eyes, and he comes home to find their apartment the site of a raging house party, with drunk undergrads everywhere.

“Hey, Der,” she says, with that wide grin that only comes out when she’s had one drink too many.

“You didn’t tell me you were throwing a party,” he says, his jaw clenched, and she scoffs.

“This? This isn’t a party. This is a, uh, just a little get-together.”

Derek rolls his eyes. “It’s finals, for fuck’s sake. I’m going to bed, at least turn the fucking music down.”

He pushes through the crowd—accidentally hitting some of them with his backpack, oops—and finally seeks refuge in his room. The noise is dulled, blessedly, when he shuts the door behind him, and he exhales, letting his eyes fall shut. His momentary calm evaporates, however, when he opens eyes and notices the very important fact that someone is currently asleep in his bed, sprawled out on his stomach like he owns the place.

All Derek can see is broad bare shoulders, messy brown hair, and half of a mole-dotted face, pressed into the pillow and currently slack with sleep. Huh.

Derek sighs. He’s fucking exhausted, he doesn’t want to deal with babysitting some drunk kid right now, and he really doesn’t want him to wake up and then throw up in Derek’s bed or something.

Plus, the traitorous little voice in his head says, he’s really cute.

Derek shakes his head, irritated, as he drops his backpack on his desk chair. He strips down to his boxers and skips brushing his teeth—he’ll do it twice in the morning, and people are probably fucking the bathroom anyway, Jesus Christ.

Derek pulls back the comforter and gently slides into the bed, trying not to disrupt the mattress before he realizes that he’s being ridiculous. Why is he even considering a stranger’s comfort? It all seems for naught, anyway, because this kid apparently sleeps like the dead.

He takes a quick peek under the blankets, and at least the guy’s still wearing briefs, thank god. Derek doesn’t want to have to worry about accidentally sexually assaulting someone in his sleep.

He flops over onto his other side—thanks to the king size bed, his only grad school indulgence, there’s plenty of room—and closes his eyes. He’ll deal with this shit in the morning.

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sometimes i hate being so sensitive because i’m hurt a lot by what people say to me, but i wouldn’t give up my sensitivity for the world because i feel like i see the world in such an intense, beautiful way…like just a picture, a look on someone’s face, a color, a few notes of my favorite song, pretty words, even just a concept…they can evoke such intense feelings in me that i feel like my heart is gonna burst open. anyone get this feeling???

the purpose:

the roleplay community can be a nasty place at times, rumors spread and lies thrown about like they’re gospel. because of this, something must be done to counter such negativity. my goal ( as well as those that decide to participate ) is to make sure people know they aren’t alone. if you’re simply feeling down and need encouragement, or you’re truly struggling with life and need help, this campaign is for you. we’re a shoulder to cry on or just a friendly voice to keep your spirits lifted; whatever you need. within reason, of course, for though we may try, we cannot work miracles.

no one should feel left out, disliked, or unwanted, and the goal of the kindness campaign is to make sure none of that happens. you are loved and you are wanted, and very much so.

the plan:

if you wish to participate in this campaign, aka be a sender / messenger of positivity and love, REBLOG this post. it let’s people know that you are a safe haven. if you’re in a bad place or just want to hear kind words, be it about your writing or otherwise, LIKE this post. you will get at least one message, if not more, depending on who all is able to respond. and feel free to like this post more than once. what i mean by this is that if you’re ever feeling down / not yourself, like this post. if you feel that way again a day or a week or a month later, like this post again. someone will come to you and tell you just how amazing you are. i want to emphasize, however, that this is NOT a campaign meant to boost your ego. do not abuse what we will all be giving / contributing just so you can boast about it later. while we want everyone happy in any / every way, keep in mind the purpose of this campaign.

to recap: REBLOG to join ( and to spread the word to others ), LIKE for kind words.

let’s spread love and positivity to any and everyone we can. it’s the kindest thing we can do despite it seeming so small and insignificant. i promise you, just a few kind words can go a long way for the person receiving them. not only that, but those that will participate will know they are making a difference in someone’s world. we can make this a big thing if we really try, so spread the word!! let everyone know that they’re not alone and that they are loved! fight hate and negativity with love and positivity! and remember: 

                           no war in anger was ever won.

The dwarf druid that everyone hates just found an enchanted ring

Druid: “I use the ring”
DM: “The ring fires a small magic missile that homes in on the swordmaster”
Sm: “WHAT?!”
DM: “Luckily you dodge out of the way and it goes into the cave wall”

It should probably be mentioned at this point that the group had chopped off the druid’s thumbs earlier to stop him from killing a commander of the army. He also lost his index fingers due to an incident with a mountain goat he pissed off.

Sm: “You know what, I’m chopping off his hands at this point!”
Druid: “NO, please! I promise I won’t do it again!”

After a load of discussions from the rest of the party and an exasperated DM, the final verdict was:

Sm: “I put the ring on his dick. He’ll have to use it from there”

hideyoshineki  asked:

Thank you for the amazing update! I'm curious; while you gave us a good idea of what drunk Yuuri was yelling about at the party with the 'you' and the observation that it sounded like a series of insults, did you have in mind exactly what Yuuri was saying? Or just the general gist since nobody in the fic knows (and will never find out anyway)?

Lol will Yuuri’s yelling in Japanese forever remain a mystery?? ;)

Are we ever going to know what yuuri said when he was drunk?


I wont write it out exactly but the general gist of it was:

Yuuri’s face contorted in an instant, eyes narrowing and mouth twisting into an almost snarl as he called something sharp and harsh in an unfamiliar language across the room, eyes still looking directly at Viktor. Despite not understanding a single one of the few words that Yuuri had just said, from the tone and his accusatory pointing finger Viktor was pretty sure that the words would translate into something very similar to a version of ‘you’ that was very far from polite.

This is pretty much exactly what it looks like, Yuuri is pointing at Viktor and saying something along the lines of ‘you! Hey, you’ in a rude way.

“Ignoring his hesitant words of greeting Yuuri snapped out another tumbled string of syllables in the same foreign language as his first.”

Here Yuuri is telling a brief summary of why he hates Viktor, something along the lines of ‘yeah, you! you called me fat and didn’t think I could be a skater. How do you like me now asshole?’ 

At Viktor’s lack of response Yuuri yelled something else that sounded suspiciously like a series of insults

Again, this is exactly what it looks like. Viktor isn’t responding so drunk!Yuuri is just generally insulting him like ‘you’re so arrogant and I hate you’ etc

Viktor turned back to Yuuri who was still slumped in his arms, glaring up at Viktor, mumbling something in Japanese and poking Viktor sharply in the chest

Here Yuuri’s kind of mellowed out slightly because he’s yelled most of the actual insults his drunk mind can think of so now he’s saying more along the lines of ‘I hate you and your stupid skating and your pretty face’

After some manoeuvring he managed to get Yuuri back on his feet again but the other man ended up clinging to his shoulder, half draped over Viktor as he continued to drunkenly rant at the man he had plastered himself too, feet too unsteady to stand on his own.

“Here Yuuri is ranting about his feelings basically. Something along the lines of ‘I hate how you always beat me and now I beat you and you didn’t even stick around to see it and it’s not fair, why did you just leave?’

Yuuri mumbled something else that was definitely not in English and finally stopped ranting, resting his head on Viktor’s shoulder with a yawn and sounding considerably less angry than he had a few seconds before.

But at least you’re here now

Every now and again he tossed another couple of words at Viktor but they sounded as though they had much less bite to them as before.

‘I still hate you, you know.’ etc but much less mean and more of an afterthought

Instead he simply wound his arms around Viktor’s neck and buried his face into his shoulder, muttering something else that Viktor couldn’t quite make out.

This is where he started to get into sappy territory, when Viktor picked him up. Something like ‘you feel really nice’

And then obviously he finally starts talking in English

Business and Pleasure - Part 15

Summary:  Bucky AU. After a major deal falls through, your father’s business almost falls apart. In a desperate attempt to save his livelihood, he seeks the help of his oldest friend, George Barnes, who happens to be the CEO of one of the most influential businesses in New York. He agrees, but on one condition. You have to marry his son.

Word Count: 1,833

Warnings: Swearing, angst

Originally posted by ohevansmycaptain

By the time you arrived back in New York, you were pretty sure that you had cried out all the tears your body could possibly produce. Your eyes were dry and bloodshot, and you couldn’t stop the constant shivering that had started sometime during the flight back. You spent the entirety of the flight trying not to cry. You hugged your knees to your chest as best as you could in the cramped plane and stared out the window. Thankfully, you had plenty of music on your phone, so you simply plugged in your headphones and tuned out the rest of the world.

Once you landed and collected your baggage, you realized just how late it was. The sun had set during the flight, and it was now well past midnight. You could have easily called a taxi, but you weren’t sure that you could handle being stuck in the back of a taxi for the ride back home. You didn’t want to have to make awkward small talk. All you wanted was to curl up in bed and sleep. 

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Please re-blog and help us spread the word. It’s time to show love and support for Bughead and the amazing actors, Cole and Lili. I’m tired of reading certain hostile bullies constantly attacking them and the writers. Instead of tweeting support for their own pairing, they invade our Bughead tags on twitter and tumblr…and insult people on all the Bughead related posts. 

So let’s show lots and lots of LOVE. I would really dislike to see bullies get their way through hate and anger. Showing support is better in the long run for us. 

So next Thursday, during the first LIVE airing of the NEW episode, we will tweet “Believe in Bughead” phrase…and let’s hope it trends. I’ve listed different timezones for fans living in different states in the US. Of course, I don’t really know the timezones for all the other countries involved. We would LOVE to get help from as many countries as we can for our trend. So if you know the time it airs in your country, please write it in the comment section for others to see. Or make a different postcard. 

I want Bughead to stay a couple in season 2. And I would hope the writers would rather listen to a supportive fanbase than people who call Bughead “lice” and tag actors and writers with constant hate. 

Please re-blog and RT on twitter too. Also, if you know how to make fan art, please do create your own postcards to promote.

Thanks so much. (I didn’t tag it in the Riverdale tag because I don’t want bullies to invade my post.) Just used Bughead and Sprousehart/Lilicole tags to keep it friendly and nice for the fans.

Close as Strangers: Chapter 12

Close as Strangers: Chapter 12

Word count: 5.7k

Genre: High School au, angst, smut  

Parts: one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | eight | nine | ten | eleven

“Hey, love.” Jungkook said as he stood.

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Curls (Shawn Mendes Smut)

requested: eh… not really.

pairing: reader x Shawn

warnings: smut

a/n: this is based off of a conversation @starrynightshawn & I had over the personal offense we took upon learning that Shawn cut his hair. Let me know what you think!

(picture is not mine- credits go to owner)

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