i hate u guys lmao

two rotten apples [m] | pt. 3

credit: x.

❛❛we’re next-door neighbors and have hated each other since middle school but now we’re going to the same university how can we avoid the other person like the plague so there isn’t a crime scene— what do you mean you promised my mom you would keep an eye on me???? you fucking planned this❜❜ AU

COUNT → 21.489

GENRE → smut | angst

PAIRING → jungkook | reader

WARNINGS → dom and sub tones | threesome | oral sex | explicit language | penetration | public sex | grinding | graphic dirty talk | slight female masturbation | overstimulation

LINKS → 1 | 2 | 3COMING SOON


As the back of Jungkook’s head rested against the driver seat’s headrest, catching his breath, your glare hardened.

Once again, he’d fucked you and not cared whether you came or not. In fact, for the duration of his penis being in your vagina, he’d barely even touched you. And sadly, it hadn’t even occurred to you he’d used you once again until it was too late. Your clit didn’t matter to him apparently; your pleasure didn’t matter to him either. All that mattered was his dick. That’s all that ever fucking mattered.

After that weekend at the camping grounds where you actually came for once, you were expecting something better than whatever the fuck he called this performance. Your horny brain had quickly forgotten that it’d been your own fingers that got yourself off—not him—and those nights you spent in his tent were no exception. Why were you so surprised? This was Jungkook you were talking about—he would never fucking care about you or any part of you.

And that’s why this was the final fucking straw.

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reenacting k-drama with Haechan and Winwin 😂😂

Dead cold hands.

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rb to boost my emo

changes in heathers 101

in case u wanted to feel horribly depressed (then realise that it’s just a high school production and it Doesn’t Really Matter) here’s a link to a google doc I made with all most of the changes to the script in heathers 101.

also despite how shit it sounds, i’m still heathers 101-positive: I recognise that it’s a crappy high school version that is nowhere near as good as the original, yet I still see that it is a high school version. for high schools. written to be pg-13. yikes. chill u guys.

light

/līt/

noun

  1. you carry stars in your pockets like you have stretched the universe tight around your soul. when i fall, they spill out of your pockets as you try to help me up and i spend years in my head trying to make constellations until my eyes hurt. when i close them, you are still there.
  2. your touch is as soft as the feathers on my back; i sit on the bathroom counter and daydream even though it’s night. you tape the gaps in my wings, and i try to ignore the way your fingers burn. 
  3. you kiss me like you have forever and a day and i only have a few hours. i am a dripping candle and you the sun, so bright i can hardly bear to look at you, but you kiss me again and i forget every warning my father told me.  
  4. there is no happily ever after; there is only you, with fire in your veins and hands dusted with the ashes of what is left of me.

PENETRATOR CHRIS GETTING A CLIP IS THE THING THAT SURPRISED ME THE MOST OUT OF ALL FOUR SEASONS OF SKAM

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anonymous asked:

Could you do a really angsty scenario? Like where he's caught "cheating" and the reader is really upset, and breaks things off harshly. Or the really dramatic one, where the reader runs out onto the road and gets into an accident; Leafy is just in shambles, after finding out. I'm just feelings extra angsty sorry :^(

I combined these two into one, I hope that’s okay! I really love doing angsty shit and idk why but I hope you enjoy it, it took me fuckin ages! Thank you so much for the request x


The noise in the club was astounding - the walls vibrated and so did the floor, the whole room pounding as the music vibrated every surface. Sweaty bodies gleamed in the bright lights and it was hard to differentiate one person from another. You stood at the bar away from everyone - this wasn’t usually your scene.
You stood swirling your lemonade around in your glass, looking around for Calvin (who promised he wouldn’t leave you, knowing you didn’t like these things). You felt obligated to join the group of youtubers going clubbing, through you did it reluctantly at best, and Calvin had to literally drag you there with whispered promises that detailed how he was going to make it up to you later.

Now though, you wish you’d stuck to your guns and refused to go altogether.
It began to feel like the walls were closing in on you so you sat your glass on the counter and headed for the door, gasping a little as the cold air hit you.
You stood just outside the club and it was the complete opposite out there than it was inside - the full moon was high in the inky blue sky, illuminating the almost deserted high street. The odd car whizzed by at scary speeds, taking advantage of the empty roads - but not a pedestrian was in sight, and that’s just how you liked it.
You were alone for the first time in hours and you smiled to yourself, drinking in the calmness of the still night.
The dim streetlights did nothing to dampen the glow of the glittering stars overhead and you let your head fall back, admiring the blanket of twinkling lights that shone in the deep blue abyss, seemingly unperturbed by the chaos taking place just under them.
You sighed contentedly, your breath making a small cloud in front of your face.
You decided to go and get Calvin and see if he was ready to go yet, and you desperately hoped he was.
You entered back into the gloomy din, wincing at the noise.
Your eyes scanned the place looking for Calvin as you tried to remember what he was wearing, who he was with…?
You spotted Pyro by the bar, leaning against it cooly while he held a drink in his hand. As you got closer, you realised he wasn’t leaning against the bar to appear nonchalant - it was because he was so drunk he couldn’t stand upright.
You began to smile at the belligerent mess he had gotten himself into until a dancing teenager fell into you, almost knocking you over.
‘Oh! Sorry!’ She apologised and you forced a smile, telling her it was fine.
You shuddered at the smell of alcohol that hung heavy in the air and kept your gaze on Pyro, who was around 15 feet in front of you.
You scanned the area surrounding him, looking desperately for Calvin until your eyes sought out a mess of brown hair and you flooded with relief - until you saw his hat bobbing up and down in front of him.
Not on his head.
What the fuck?
As you got closer you saw a girl around your age wearing Calvin’s hat, simpering and giggling like a fucking schoolgirl as she tried to get closer to him, pressing her chest up against him.
He backed up a little, his back pushing against the bar as his eyes watched her swaying form.
Your blood turned to ice as you watched her lean in and kiss him, his hat falling to the ground as she got closer still, her lips now attached to his.
As if in slow motion, you watched him push her off him and wipe his mouth with the back of his hand as his gaze flickered to yours. His eyes stared straight into yours and you felt hot tears stream down your face and drip onto your shirt.
You turned on your heel, shoving people out of the way in a furious dash to the door.
The tears wouldn’t stop and you couldn’t breathe - you felt like your whole world was crashing down around you. The vision of his perfect plump lips attached to hers, overlined with cheap lipstick, wouldn’t stop playing in your mind like a deadly echo that wouldn’t end.
‘Fucking move!’ You raged, parting the seemingly endless group of people as you felt a light touch on your back and an anguished, ‘Y/n!’
It was Calvin.
You couldn’t face him right now and you pushed on through the crowd until you got to the door, running now.
‘Y/n! Wait - I know what you think but-’
You spun to face him, hatred seething in your gaze as you spat words back at him.
‘You know what I THINK, Calvin?!’ You raged, walking backwards.
You just wanted to get away before you drew any more attention to yourself. You didn’t want to be humiliated in front on the group of youtubers that had accompanied you to the club.
'I leave you for FIVE FUCKING MINUTES and I come back and you’re slobbering all over some whore who doesn’t even have the decency to put on some decent lipstick?!’ Your voice broke as you stopped in the road and you let out a sob at the sight of him - he had her lipstick smeared on his face where he had tried to wipe it off.
'Please, just listen to me! It wasn’t me! She-’ his eyes went wide and he suddenly dashed forward to the kerb, screaming your name. 'Y/N! MOVE!’
You turned, a puzzled expression on your face until you saw a set of headlights come roaring around the corner, moving fast, and an almighty impact on your abdomen made you gasp. Before you knew what was happening you were flying through the air, your hair whipping around your face in a halo before you hit the ground.
You groaned as you hit the concrete and a sharp pain jetted up your leg, making you scream in absolute agony.
Your screams were accompanied by those of several girls that were clustered on the pavement, a cigarette clutched in the hand of each one, their mouths gaping in horror.
'Y/n!’ You heard Calvin’s voice and all you could do was look up at the sky and watch his face came into your line of sight.
'Someone call a fucking ambulance!’ He screamed, taking his jacket off.
He folded the garment and lifted your head gently before putting it in between you and the cold concrete.
The breath caught in his throat as he pulled his hand away from the back of your head - his fingers were now sticky with deep red blood. He wiped it off on his jeans, making sure you didn’t see.
You whimpered and he caressed your face with his hand, his cold fingers travelling across your cheeks before resting at your collarbone.
'Get away from me.’ You managed, pain paralysing your whole body.
'No.’ He said, a tear escaping his eye as he cleared his throat.
You watched the droplet make its way down his beautiful face and you couldn’t avoid the stab of pain that came with his hurt and you wanted to hold him, tell him it was okay and he didn’t need to cry.
'Why are you crying?’ You whispered as a tear escaped your eye, flowing down the side of your face to join the puddle that had gathered on your shirt.
'Because you’re hurt.’ He said, his eyes never leaving yours.
'Why don’t you go and get her to console you?’ You whispered, closing your eyes as a fresh wave of physical and emotional pain took over your senses.
He came closer to you, leaning his forehead against yours.
'You know I would never cheat on you, baby.’ He whispered, new tears traveling down his face, merging with yours.
'She kissed me. I pushed her away - you saw.’
Your eyes were still closed when you spoke.
'Your hat.’
'What?’
'Your fucking hat, Calvin. She was wearing your hat.’ Rage blocked the pain from your body for a split second as you spat the words, dripping in venom as the picture of them together renewed in your mind, the moment captured in your brain with a startling, unforgettable vibrancy. The pain wasn’t held off for long though and it surged back again, making you groan.
'Y/n, that hat is Pyros. She was wearing his hat, not mine.’ He said. 'Mine is still at the bar, where I left it when I took it off because I was too warm.’
You started sobbing, your body shaking.
'She still kissed you.’
'And I pushed her away. Because why would I want anyone else when I’ve got you?’ He said, tears dripping from his face as his hand found yours and he intertwined your fingers, holding onto you as if you were the most precious thing in the world.
You decided this conversation could be continued later due to the extreme pain that was currently overloading your senses.
You tried to sort the thoughts running through your buzzing brain but your couldn’t, so you decided to do the only logical thing that stood out against the blur - see how bad the damage is.
You tried to lift your head to look down at the rest of your body and Calvin jolted into action, holding your face gently but with enough force to restrain you.
'No, lie down. Don’t.’ He said, his voice breaking.
'No I wanna see!’ You insisted, trying to lift your head, but he wouldn’t let you.
He pressed his forehead to yours once again and a new thought made its way to the forefront of your mind. One that made you more terrified than you had ever been in your life.
'I can’t feel my legs.’ You gasped, your eyes meeting Calvin’s as his grip tightened around your hand.
'Ssh, baby.’ He said, his hair tickling your face. 'It’s okay. You’re going to be okay.’
His voice was punctuated by the wail of sirens in the distance and a spark of hope ignited in his eyes.
'See? They’ll be here soon. You’re okay, I’m here. I’m here.’
Your vision began to blur and you mumbled his name as you swam in and out of consciousness. You knew you couldn’t hold on long.
'Y/n? Y/n, baby, stay awake. Please, talk to me. Y/n!’ Calvin’s voice grew hoarse, desperate, as his hand gripped yours ever tighter, as if he could keep you awake by physical restraint.
You opened your eyes as much as you could and reached your arm up, wiping the last of the lipstick off of his face; leaving a smear of blood in its place before everything went black and you couldn’t feel anything anymore.

You woke up to bright white lights and you squinted your eyes, turning your head in order to block out the invasive glare.
Your eyes adjusted to the excessive brightness of the room and a rhythmic beep came to your attention.
You looked down to find a few tubes running out of your arms and a beeping monitor showing your heart rate standing next to your hospital bed.
'Oh for fuck’s sake.’ You thought as you laid eyes on your leg - it was wrapped up in plaster which was a bright green colour - the kind of luminous green that would give you a migraine if you looked at it for too long.
Lying with his head resting in his arms lay a sleeping Calvin, whose fingers were still tangled with yours as his body was supported by your bed.
Your heart leapt when your eyes landed on his other hand, which was covered in blood smears, until you realised it was probably your own blood.
You exhaled slowly, glad that he wasn’t injured.
You began running a hand through his hair, combing strands of it off of his face. His hair was so soft and you watched his brow smooth out from the frown it once held to something that resembled relaxation. His eyelids began to flutter and he suddenly opened his eyes, sitting upright.
'Y/n.’ His voice was rough and gravelly, and it made you want to kiss his pouty lips but you didn’t. You didn’t get a chance to - he had already closed the space between you and his lips moved against yours passionately. It wasn’t lustful but more full of a need so desperate that when he pulled away his eyes glistened once again, prompting you to kiss his nose affectionately.
He weakly smiled at you before speaking.
'I’m so sorry.’ He said, his voice cracking as his gaze met yours. 'I shouldn’t have left you alone when I promised I wouldn’t and I shouldn’t have chased you out onto the road. I swear I’ll never-’
'Hey. It wasn’t your fault, Cal.’ You said gently, silencing him.
He was so full of emotion that it surprised you; your tough, sassy Calvin was nonexistent right now and you couldn’t believe how much he genuinely cared about you. His brown eyes were flooded with sincerity and you knew then and there that he would never cheat on you. He would never hurt his baby.
'I know you didn’t cheat on me. I’m sorry.’ You said, and you leaned in this time, feeling his plump lips against yours once again. No matter how many times he kissed you, it would never be enough.
'Thank god.’ He breathed, resting his forehead against yours.
'Oh, Calvin?’ You asked, remembering something.
'Yeah?’
'Why the fuck is my cast bright green?’ You demanded, a smile tugging at your lips.
'Gotta represent the reptilian brotherhood, babe.’ He said, grinning that adorable grin of his as he sat back in his seat, happy to see you smile once again.


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so i was watching this guy on yt and he HATES mercy potg’s vbc “all she does is press q to res!!!!!!” but like ……. the guy mains soldier 76 …….. all u do to ult is press q too ??? like it literally auto aims for u i dont get it?>???

Studying Fine Arts

I’m going to talk about this from my experience, right now I’m in the 4th year of my degree of Fine Arts (I study in Barcelona)

okay, so let’s get this straight. All the things I post on my instagram art account or here (all the digital illustrations, cartoonish sketches and such) have NOTHING to do with the degree I’m studying. I do all those illustrations bc I love doing them, I learned to develop my own style by myself, by looking at other artists I found here on tumblr or deviantart or instagram, by practising everyday (bc I love doing so and I want to get better at it!) looking for tutorials, watching animated movies, anything that’d help me improve it.

I don’t do illustration in Fine Arts, the closest I’ve had to that was this one subject I did for like 3-4 months and I barely learned anything new, they just showed us some references (which, I found pretty lame and not helpful at all) and then we had to make a graphic novel all by ourselves with very very little help (if you follow me on insta you might’ve seen something from it but I haven’t posted it anywhere bc the story itself is pretty lame lmao)

And then we had an animation class, this was probably the best and only subject that I liked and I learned something I didn’t know before. The teacher was super nice and really good (tbh my fav teacher so far lmao) 

Okay, so what is fine arts about? to put it in a nice way, it’s the way to find yourself and realize what things you want to do in life and what things are not for you, like, the good thing of this degree is that you have to do EVERYTHING. Photography, Drawing, Painting, Sculpture, Impressed art, Performances… these are like some of the MAIN “art groups”, then there are like many subgroups for each like, live drawing class (this one was good to practise anatomy and honestly it really helped me to draw proportions right omg), movement drawing (v v v good one aswell), wood sculpture, clay, marble I think? I don’t know, there were maaaaaaaaany others which I didn’t do bc they were optional. The thing I didn’t like is that you can’t specialize until 3rd year (there are common subjects and optional ones but during the 1st and 2nd year all of them are common which means you have to take all the classes u like it or not lmao) I think that we’re all pretty sure of the things we’re capable of doing and truly like doing by the end of the first year, we don’t need another year of us doing things that don’t enjoy doing and won’t be helpful in a future.

I realized I wasn’t born to sculpt things. I didn’t need to spend 2 years of taking sculpting class lmao

There was a point where I wanted to drop off, I wasn’t happy going to class, it made me really sad and I was 0 motivated to go. I didn’t like the teachers, most of them, instead of motivate their students to improve and say things in a nicely way, did the complete opposite. And it’s not “oh just because they don’t agree with you it means they’re bad”, but there are many ways to say things and some of them were very rude and harsh and none of us deserves to be treated like that, some students even left classes crying (I, instead, cried at home lmao)

I know that you can’t please everyone, not everyone will like what you do and think the same way you do and definitely will have different opinions, and I respect that, so I want to be respected aswell. But I had this one teacher who legit told me “illustration isn’t art”. And this other student tried to make him understand that he wasn’t right, or that she had a DIFFERENT opinion on the topic but that didn’t change anything.

Anyway, every subject would’ve been different if I had another teacher, obviously. Would it have been better? Probably. I’m not saying Fine Arts is awful, I’m saying studying fine arts, in barcelona, for me was awful. Because it’s not what I expected at all.

WELL THAT WAS ONE LONG ASS RANT lmao, but it’s all I had to say.

Now that I’m in last year (THANK GOD) I’m already looking for some animation schools, I wanna focus on animation/character design, illustrations and everything that involves what i truly love and want to do in my life. 

Let’s just say that Fine Arts was for me like a start off, like some time to decide what I wanted to do, like a “base” so now I can specialize in what I want to do for a living (aka animation)

zerolover66  asked:

Once you get this, you have to say five things you like about yourself, publicly. Then you have to send this to ten of your favourite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool) 💋

Also sent by @snowsflurries and @nalushipperblog

I lowkey hate u guys because I hate talking about myself like this lmao

1. If you caught what I said above, I hate boasting about myself and am usually pretty humble. I even have a difficult time filling out job apps for this reason lol. “Why would you be a good candidate for this job?” “Uhhhhhh..”

2. I’m very easy to please. You can literally just give me food or something small and I’d be good.

3. I’m a pretty mellow person in general. I’ve been asked multiple times what I’m like when I’m really angry, which I’m not really sure of..? I’ve been irritated, but I don’t think I’ve ever been super mad?

4. I do think I have some “old soul-ness” in me for the fact that I hate drama and gossip. I’m totally not about that life and I’ll avoid it like the plague. *slams fists on table* I just wana live in peace!

5. I’m pretty good at compartmentalizing. That might not be seen as a positive thing, but it’s useful when you need to focus on a task at hand and just block everything else out in your head.