i hated that girl. hated her so much

things im tired of:

  • the evil stepmom trope
  • the im not like other girls because i don’t like skirts, makeup or fro-yo trope
  • any trope that makes girls who like fashion and make-up seem stuck up, stupid, slutty and mean
  • the popular girl wants to socially destroy anyone who tries to get in between her and popularity trope
  • the i hang out with guys because it’s less drama than girls trope
  • the we’re best friends but im the girl your boyfriend cheated on you with because i was jealous of you’re relationship trope
  • literally any trope that has girls hate each other for NO REASON other than to portray all girls as jealous, petty and catty instead of portraying girls having each others backs and protecting each other
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What can a female character do without being criticised mercilessly? [insp]

I hate edgy culture, this is a real article about a real *14 year old* girl being shot in the head, she’s paralyzed and partially blind, and people are laughing reacting or “thankful” reacting to it on Facebook. 

Male violence against women is so common, that we find this funny. A young girl has gone from wanting to spend her summer horseback riding and because of two boys instead her goal is to move her fingers, and we’re acting like it’s a joke. Why do we, as a culture, hate women so much? 

(here’s the actual article if you wanted to read the story)

13 Reasons Why

Thoughts on 13 Reasons Why characters and a rating of how much I dislike them from 1 being “my baby!!!!” to 10 being “FUCK THEM THEY CAN ROT” 

Hannah Baker: Didn’t deserve everything she went through especially rape. She pushed some people away though and sometimes she was kind of idk how to word it but I didn’t like stuff about her at times. Either way she deserved so much better than what she got. Deserved to be happy with Clay. 2/10.

Clay Jensen: Will fight anyone for Hannah. He was so shy around her and didn’t know what to do whenever he was with her, he’s so precious. Sometimes there were some things he did that didn’t sit right with me but he definitely deserved a happy ending with Hannah Baker; they deserved to be happy and in love and ugh. Also… took like 4823707592 years to listen to the tapes? 2/10.

Tony Padilla: Gay POC which I love because we need more of them. I love him he was so patient with Clay and all he ever did was try and protect Hannah’s wishes. Glad he shared the tapes with Hannah’s parents because they deserved to know why she killed herself instead of being left in the dust wondering why. I was always so happy when he came on screen. CLAY LISTEN TO THE GODDAMN TAPES. 1/10.

Jeff Atkins: My pure cinnamon roll, didn’t deserve to die because of a stupid girl who couldn’t own up to her mistakes. I hate how nobody including his parents and except Clay never knew he wasn’t drunk that night he died. Just wanted Clay and Hannah together. Your fave is problematic: uses “unique” 7 times in an essay. -5435973495797/10. I love him forever, hes so great. Never did anything bad.

Justin Foley: Didn’t deserve the home life he had BUT i really hated him for what he did to Hannah and the fact that he’s a rape enabler and a rape apologist like he literally let his best friend rape his unconscious girlfriend, covered up for him, and lied to her about it and then when she found out, he STILL was justifying what he and Bryce did by telling her that he didn’t tell anyone because Bryce does all this shit for him. KNEW that whatever happened at that party was fucking Jessica up but didn’t come forward until the very end. Claims he cared for her but you don’t do that shit to someone you claim you care about. Fuck him for that. 8/10.

Jessica Davis: She was so cool and nice in the beginning but then I hated how she got mad at Hannah and slapped her for the list instead of Alex, like really??? You think she asked to be on that list?? PLEASE. But after all that, she was still nice towards her and was never ill-mannered when it came to Hannah. Also, can we talk about how she didn’t deserve to be raped??? Justin Foley DEFINITELY didn’t deserve her. YOU GO GIRL. TELL HIM YOU NEVER WANT TO SEE HIM AGAIN. 5/10.

Alex Standall: He made some poor decisions making that list for a stupid reason and then letting Hannah pay the price. I somewhat like him though. I think he was a redeemable character and had a conscience (although it was too late, rip Hannah Baker) and felt that he needed to own up to it and tell the truth, was ready for whatever penalty he was gonna get. Was the only one (for a while) who thought what the others were trying to do was stupid. He definitely deserved better too, he didn’t deserve to shoot himself (or in other theories, didn’t deserve to be shot by Tyler). Please be okay…please be alive, baby. 4/10. 

Courtney Crimsen: GIRL, BYE. I hate and will always hate her character so much. Her and Bryce should just rot. She was a rape apologist and only cared about herself. Like girl I get that coming out is hard, I haven’t even done it, but to fuck up Hannah’s life like that? Are you serious? Justified Bryce’s actions to hide her truth. And she fucked up Jessica’s life too, in my opinion. She tried so hard to convince herself (and others) that Hannah was lying, Bryce isn’t a rapist, and that Jessica was never raped just so she can stay in the fucking closet. Like there’s nothing wrong with being gay. And she has two gay dads for fucks sake. 10/10 would always hate her again. 

Zach Dempsey: I think he genuinely liked Hannah but after all the shit Hannah had been through and the fact that his friends were his friends, I definitely see Hannah’s side of why she shot him down. I think he, himself, was lonely too but in different way; just because someone’s popular doesn’t mean they’re not lonely. Didn’t get compliments so he stole Hanah’s when she needed it most (I hate how he did that ugh like WHY…did you really need it?). Redeemable character, though. Also…HE KEPT HANNAH’S NOTE IN HIS WALLET!!! 5/10.

Tyler Down: Fuck him. A fucking creep. Like, he stalked people and took pictures of them when they were unaware (especially Hannah) and when she confronted him, HE FUCKING SENT THE PICTURE TO EVERYONE. Claims he “loved” Hannah but really?? FUCK HIM. Why did he even have so much guns? I’m pretty sure he’s planning a school shooting…fucking psychopath…”I can take care of myself” BOY BYE. And if he did shoot Alex, FUCK HIM EVEN MORE. 9/10.

Ryan Shaver: Didn’t respect Hannah’s wishes. Only cared about himself and poetry. Didn’t even care that Hannah didn’t want her shit to get out. I only liked him whenever he said Bryce is a rapist and that Courtney should just shut the fuck up and stop justifying Bryce’s actions. 8/10.

Marcus Cole: He cared more about himself and his reputation more than anyone. Thought he was the shit. Sexually assaulted Hannah then called her easy for refusing. 9/10.

Sheri: I liked her and she was genuinely nice but she crashed the stop sign and left a drunken Hannah at the scene and fled. Caused Jeff to die and I hate her for it. Though she reported it because she knew it was the right thing to do, it was already waaay too late. 6/10 because of Jeff.

Bryce: Rapist. Douchebag. Scum of the earth. He didn’t even think what he did was wrong. He raped two fucking girls and didn’t even feel remorse. He just thought every girl wanted him and that was that. I hate him so much, he can die. 102804802020x100000/10.

Mr. Porter: Could have tried better to stop Hannah from killing herself. She was set on suicide until she had doubts and needed just one person to help her and the one person she came to didn’t care enough to chase after her when she left his room that day. Worst. Guidance Counselor. Ever. 8/10.

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the gotham girl gang because they don’t get enough love

it's you (that makes my heart beat)

The first letter appears when she is thirteen. She feels a burning sensation on her wrist, panic flaring at the sudden pain but it quickly turns to excitement when she sees the ink form into the shape of a T.


She shows her parents, happy at the thought of soon meeting her soulmate. The first thing she does is Google names with the letter T.


She’s fourteen when she meets Ty. He hasn’t gotten any letters yet and she’s not quite sure she loves him, yet. But it could be him. They date, she kisses him, she feels empty.


She asks her mom how she felt when she met her dad and She deflates when the lovesick poetic description of feeling complete and ethereal love. She’s never felt like that with Ty.


She’s fifteen and She knows it’s not him, he knows it’s not her. She hates the way his eyes light up when he meets her friend (teammate), Amanda. And she hates the look that mirrors Amanda. And they both still don’t have any letters but they are hanging out all the time. It doesn’t bother her until they start excluding her. It’s then when she no longer can live in denial.


It’s petty, she’s jealous and she does something stupid.


She sends the picture to Ty and it all comes crashing down. They fight, she can’t remember what’s said but she knows it’s harsh but what kills her is when he shows her the A on his wrist. But it’s what he says afterwards that completely breaks her.


“Hopefully you never meet your soulmate because you don’t deserve them.”


And it angers her so much because it’s true. She knocks his tooth out (they put it back).


That night a R appears after the T. It’s bittersweet she thinks as she feels asleep with tears in her eyes. She uses her watch to cover her wrist after that day and vows tip forget about her soulmate. 



Trini’s twelve when she gets the K. It’s bittersweet. 


She’s sitting at the dining table with her parents when she starts to feel like someone is dragging a razor across her skin. She lifts her sleeve up and jumps in astonishment as black ink begins to form a letter. Her parents watch in excitement with her and when the letter becomes clear they start spouting off names with the letter K; Kevin, Kyle, Karl. Trini’s heart breaks a little because she knows (hopes) that the name will be different. 


She thinks of Katie the cute girl who sits in front of her in English. Of Keisha who always smiles at her in the hallways. She wishes she could tell her parents. She wishes she could be honest. She wishes her parents would understand when she’s ready.


She brings Katie over for a study date. Katie who still hasn’t gotten any letters but has seen the K on her wrist and smiles often at her. Sometime later Katie leans over and lands a peck on her lips. Trini feels her face heat up. They go back to studying even though Trini can’t concentrate anymore. She can’t stop thinking about Katie’s soft lips. She can’t stop thinking about how nice it felt. She’s not sure if Katie is her soulmate but she wouldn’t mind kissing her again. 


They’ve been together for almost a year and Trini thinks she’s in love, she believes they might be soulmates. She feels the happiest she’s ever been. She still hasn’t told her parents but the suspicious looks her mother gives her makes her insides hurt. 


It’s when she’s thirteen that her world falls apart.


Katie comes in and She can tell that the girl is trying to contain her excitement but she’s bubbling with energy.


“I got my first letter.” Trini can tell the girl is trying (and failing) to sound disappointed.


It feels like her heart stutters. Katie reveals her wrist and a D is there flaring back at her.


“I’m sorry. Good luck with finding your soulmate.”


Trini never looks back up. Katie leaves and she doesn’t move. She feels empty in a way that it hurts. For the next week she refuses to go to school, refuses to answer her parents’ concerned questions and only eats the bare minimum. 


She gets an I following the K after that. But she’s numb, she doesn’t care. She could get a full name and still not be sure that she has found her soulmate. So many people share the same name. She’s not going to get hurt again. 


They move a month later.


She’s fourteen when her parents bring over Kaleb from church. She hates him. Hates the way his shirt is tucked into his jeans all nice and proper, hates how he addresses her parents as sir and ma'am, hates how he keeps trying to discreetly (and fails) glance at her bracelet covered wrist. She sees the T on his wrist and almost feels sorry for him. She ignores him throughout dinner as her parents encourage (push) her to converse with him.


“You’re wasting your time.” Trini finally mumbles without looking up but the silence that follows tells her that the whole table heard.


Her mother excuses her little brothers who take the chance and run to their room.


“I’m not your soulmate.” She finally looks at the boy.  She shows him her wrist, the two letters causing a delusury burning (she wishes she could rip her skin off), relief crosses his face and Trini scoffs.


“What are you waiting for, you know where the door is?” She pushes her plate away, not that she has ate much.  


“Trini that’s no way to treat our guest.” Her mom scolds her with a glare as Kaleb shifts uncomfortably in his seat, itching to get out of this place (just like Trini). 


“Why didn’t you tell us?” Her father presses gently.


It’s eating at her and if she holds it any longer she’ll drown. It comes from the back of her throat before she can think of the repercussions.


“Because I’m gay!”


Kaleb leaves after that. Her nightmares come true, her mom starts yelling at her amd she sits their unresponsive which only serves to fuel her mother’s anger. She yells at her for embarrassing her in front of a guest, for hiding things, and for saying nonsense. But what hurts more than her mother’s anger is the silence and look of disappointment from her father.


They move within three days.


The silence continues on her behalf. She didn’t think it could hurt more. But then her mother starts spouting off names again. Kirk, Killian, Kile. She starts avoiding dinners.


It’s not hard to find someone who deals. She does it to piss her mom off. She does it to forget. To feel something other than pain. The first time she smokes weed she has a coughing fit and wonders how the hell someone can like this shit. But eventually she gets the hang of it. She’s floating in a euphoric high, nothing can touch her.


Her vice (escape) only lasts a few months before her mom catches her. Finds a joint while snooping through her stuff. They threaten to send her to rehab. They move again.


Her mother’s questions continue but now a monthly urine test is added to the conversations. She stops if just to get her mother off her back. But she wonders what her  next vice will be.


At times when she’s showering, she considers grabbing the razor and dragging it across her wrist destroying the letters that only seem to bring her problems. But she can never being herself to do it.


She considers getting a tattoo to cover it. She knows a guy who’ll do it even though she’s a minor. She makes an appointment, shows up. It’s really sketchy, in his living room but he pulls out a brand new clean needle but before he can bring the needle to her skin she retracts. She needs to know the full mame first, know that her mother is wrong and that she’s not confused.


But she feels bad wasting this guys time so instead she opts for something different. She ends up getting a black and yellow sabre tooth tiger on her left shoulder. She knows her parents would kill her if they ever find out but that thought encourages her to go through with it. It stings in a way similar to when she got her letters.


She’s fifteen when her parents decide to move again. Destination: Angel Grove.


She doesn’t hate it as much as she thought she would. Her new vice becomes tai chi and heavy metal.


Not long after she turns 15 she gets her third letter. She sitting in the back row of her biology classroom when the familiar stinging sensation bolts her from her thoughts. The letter M appears and her breath catches as she glances up to look at the girl sitting a few seats ahead of her. Former head cheerleader fallen from grace, that’s as much as Trini knows.


It could be her or there could be different name on the girl’s wrist. Trini doesn’t want to know. 


She books it from class as soon as the bell rings and heads for the cliff. She runs, what’s the point of knowing her soulmate if her parents will force her to move eventually.


That night she meets the group of misfits. She thinks she dies but somehow wakes up alive and well in her bed the next morning. She wonders for a few minutes which option would’ve been better.


The day gets weirder but besides getting pulled over a cliff by none other than Kimberly Hart, the girl does not seem to act any different around her. Trini buries the disappointment and deems that the girl is not her soulmate.


And that thought is what makes her not run away and actually form a cautious friendship with Kimberly. Any doubts she has quickly fade, being around Kim is easy. She hasn’t felt quite is relaxed like this in a long time. She thinks she doesn’t need her soulmate when she has her friends, when she has Kim.



Kim can’t help but think it would be so easy if Jason Scott was her soulmate. He’s caring and kind but she has absolutely no romantic feelings for him. She has a T and an R on her wrist, and he has a W on one wrist and a Z on the other. He doesn’t talk about it, she doesn’t ask but she tells him everything and it helps that he forgives her for what she’s done considering she still hasn’t managed to forgive herself.


She grows closer to the rangers but closer to Trini. The girl whose like a grumpy cat but if she likes you, you’re one of the lucky ones. She’s not sure when it happens but they’re at the donut shop and it hits her. She doesn’t feel lonely anymore. 


Rita happens and she doesn’t have much time to dwell on her feelings. She hasn’t felt anger as heavy as when she sees the marks on Trini’s neck and she knows that when she gets the chance she’ll make Rita regret ever laying a hand on Trini.


Billy dies, Billy comes back to life and Rita gets bitch slapped into space. Things seem to finally be settling down.


They are all still friends and Trini’s still there. Kim can’t help but think how lucky she is to have her in her life, and she’ll do whatever she can to deserve her friendship.


A few weeks after the Goldar incident and Kim finds herself sitting on Trini’s couch for a Netflix marathon. Trini’s parents are out of town visiting family for the weekend and the boys had plans to work on Jason’s truck, which makes Kim glad she can spend some alone time with Trini.


3 things happen at once.


One: Trini reaches leans forward towards the popcorn and her sleeveless shirt shifts and Kimberly catches sight of yellow and black saber tooth tiger on her left shoulder. She feels her mouth go dry, stomach tighten and a slight throb between her legs. Her face heats up as she realizes she’s turned on by discovering that Trini has a tattoo. It hits her that she’s attracted to her best friend.


Two: the familiar burning sensation on her wrist comes. She moves her watch slightly to see a new letter begin to form. An I. Her heartbeat is so loud she hears it thumping in her ears. It’s like being thrown in cold water and she wonders how she never considered the possibility that the girl in front of her could be her soulmate. She looks at Trini and wonders if she knows, if she has any letters. It’s that moment that all the feelings she has been experiencing lately begin to make sense.


Three: as Trini reaches for the popcorn bowl her bracelets on her left hand shift and Kimberly catches sight of the three letters marking the skin. She freezes and her blood runs cold. Thoughts race through her head. Trini knew and never told her and there has to be a reason for that. She doesn’t want her, why else keep it a secret.


She goes through a rollercoaster of emotions in the span of a few seconds. Arousal, joy, (it’s a goal high) and then the hurt (a goal low). And it really fucking hurts knowing that your soulmate doesn’t want you, that you don’t deserve them.


She stands abruptly, the tv control falling to the wooden floor with a clash.


“Kim?” Trini turns to her with worry.


She runs.

jeon / jungkook (fuckboy,smut)

Originally posted by nnochu


summary: you hated his name but part of you wanted to feel his tongue on your skin

note: i wrote this as a one shot but if someone wants a part 2 let me know, i know it’s very short

warning: mentions of sex, smut

chapter 02


‘‘and i bent her over the table and I fucked her so hard, i don’t know how to explain this to you but fuck…’‘

here it is. his voice. that fucking annoying voice you hated so much. always bragging about how many girls he had fucked over, where he fucked them and most importantly how he fucked them.

jeon fucking jungkook

yup that was his name. the name that everyone was so familiar with, all the guys wanted to be his friends because they just thought how majestic he is, and between girls… well they all thought he was stunning, hot, basically a fuck boy.

you could lost count over how many girls he has slept with, and they all come back wanting more but he just pushes them away, getting ready to fuck a new girl.

you couldn’t listen anymore, you would be driving to school or home with the same bus as he because he lives very close to you, and every single day you would hear a different story of how he loves to fuck.

he basically had a group of friends that were pretty similar to him. always getting a new girl each weekend but no jeon was the ace of this group. it’s like he’s their leader and the other’s follow him.

‘‘can you be quiet for once jeon?!’‘ you screamed turning around to face him. he put a smirk on his face and licked his lips, biting them slowly and you focused on his bottom lip as it bounced a bit back ones he bit it. he turns to his friend and gets ready to say something before you turned around.

‘‘make me’‘ he says getting a laugh from his friend.

but funny thing is that no matter how hard you hated him, you still found him hot as hell. there have been multiple times of where he would say something to you ‘sex’ related and your cheeks were burning. that’s how fuck boys work, but you swore to yourself you would never let him touch you. or did you?

‘‘shut up’‘ you said before the bus finally hit stop and you were in front of school. getting your bag you waited for everyone to get off the bus, and then you stepped out. but before you could even get up a hand grabbed your forearm and dunked you down with them. you landed hard on someone’s chest, the person’s hand flung up to your mouth to prevent you from screaming.

the bus started moving again and no matter how hard you tried getting up it was no use. you couldn’t even turn to see who this person was, as they kept on having a tight grip on you. the bus stopped and the driver got off locking the vehicle. you jumped away from this person and turned around only to be met with him. jeon.

‘‘what the fuck jeon?!’‘ you screamed running up to the front of the bus, pushing the doors but they didn’t work. banging on them and windows was again no use as to no one was around, everyone already sitting in their school’s seats getting ready for their lessons, while you were stuck out here with him.

‘‘baby girl calm down, we’ve got the whole bus to ourselves’‘ he sat down on of the seats and put his legs up on a row in front of him. you stepped back towards him and hit him in his chest.

‘‘are you kidding me? get me out of here now!’‘

‘‘i don’t think so.’‘ he says before grabbing your waist and settling you down on his lap. 99% of the time he would wear black skinny jeans, where his thigh’s would show. those thigh’s that made you wet every single time you would look at him. let’s be real here you wanted to fuck him but at the same time you hated him. he was a douche bag for sleeping with so many girls, where in reality he could just have one and fuck her over and over again as many times as he would want.

‘‘w-what are you..’‘

‘‘shhh just relax baby doll’‘

his mouth went up to your neck and slowly he sucked and tugged on your skin, licking around your sweet spot before moving somewhere else. he glided his tongue across from one of your ear lobes to the other one slowly kissing them. his hands were still on your waist and he dug his fingers in them, but from time to time he would stroke them, revealing your skin.

‘‘j-jeon..’‘ you managed to say but he continued to lick and suck on your skin at the neck. at this point it was already too late and you gave in. so what, you’re just going to be another girl that got fucked by jungkook, what’s the big deal?

‘‘move your neck baby, let me suck on the other side as well’‘ he hummed in your ear before you moved hair, exposing your soft skin. his mouth felt hot and his tongue felt amazing, sending you shivers down your spine you had to grab his arms because it felt so good.

until you heard a knock. it was the bus driver.

‘‘hey! get the hell out of here!’‘ he screamed before you packed all over your things and got out as soon as he unlocked the bus. you two ran and stopped in front of the school. jungkook grabbed your arm and kissed you, surprised you pulled away with a confused look.

‘‘see you around baby’‘ giving you one final smirk he left off to the class.

let’s just say that wasn’t your last time seeing jeon jungkook.

A Game of Thrones - a rant of sorts

You know, I still see hate for Sansa, for what she did in A Game of Thrones, namely tell Cersei that her father was planning on sending her and Arya back to Winterfell. People hate on Sansa so much, because she thought she was “in love” with Joffrey and they think she betrayed her father. And that she essentially was the reason Ned was killed. #whatthefuckguys #comeon

Well, my friends, let me tell you some things here, that other people have probably said before, but I’m bitter so I’ma do it anyway 😂

First and foremost, Sansa was an 11 year old girl, naive and innocent and full of dreams, raised to be a lady, having drilled into her head that she would marry a knight/prince/king/whatever and have babies and all that jazz. If I look back to when I was 11, I still hoped I would actually turn out to be a princess, so hey, I can relate. When she was faced with the possibility of losing all that, without her mother there, she went to the first person who thought would understand - Cersei, who had, until that point, treated her right. In her eyes, she wasn’t betraying Ned, because she didn’t understand the gravity and consequences of what she was doing, because, again, she was and 11 years old with absolutely no clue as to what was happening behind the curtains.

Secondly, let me present a list of the batshit crazy fucked up decisions that my buddy Ned (an Adult™ and Warden of the North, which was kind of a big boy position) made:

1. He went to Cersei and told her he knew about the lineage of her kids. He made the mistake of assuming Cersei was submissive and scared of Robert. Despite evidence of the contrary. *facepalm* (I mean, Littlefinger showed him the amount of spies the queen had, seriously Ned wake the fuck up; he also knew that Robert made no secret of the fact that he still loved Lyanna and had absolutely zero love for Cersei, which should have made him question “hmmm, I wonder if Cersei is bitter about this”)

2. He refused Renly’s help when it was offered. Renly told him he’d give him 100 men, and advised him to take Joffrey from his mother and keep him as a bargaining chip. Which made fucking sense. Renly knew the workings of the court, knew the people and despite not being the rightful heir to the throne (as the younger brother to Robert and Stannis), he made a fair point (I don’t remember for sure if it was Renly who said it, but the point still stands) that Robert himself wasn’t the rightful heir to the Iron Throne, having taken it by force from Mad King Aerys and the Targaryens. Ned was like “nah my dude, this is dishonorable fuck it”

3. He also refused Littlefinger’s plan. Which again, made fucking sense: recognise Joffrey as king, stand as Regent until he came of age, make peace with the Lannisters, wed Sansa to Joffrey, have Cat release Tyrion and preserve the peace. It would have given him time to come up with a different solution. But nooooooo, this was treason. Well, he also fucked up because he trusted fucking Littlefinger jesus h christ.

I mean, I love Ned with all my heart, but damn boi you stupid

Also, let’s not forget something that Catelyn did. “Something”, I say, as if it wasn’t fucking huge: she captured Tyrion, the only proof she had being a dagger that he owned and that was used to try and murder Bran. By capturing Tyrion, she determined Jaime to attack Ned in King’s Landing and kill his men, and then flee to Casterly Rock to Tywin and thus start the march towards Riverrun and essentially start the fucking war. This determined Robb to call his banners and march towards Riverrun as well, in defence of his mother’s House. All because Catelyn felt that someone who wanted to murder someone else would use a weapon that could very easily be traced back to them. IT STUPID.

Ned’s precious honour killed him. And the actions of his wife. Not what Sansa did. So can we all pls lay off her kthxbye

Why I Don't Like Kacchako

My post is going to get hate. I like venting my opinions.

I personally don’t like Kacchako because it reinforces the “All Girls Want Bad Boys” trope, a trope I HATE so much. I prefer seeing the nice guy get the girl because nice guys should receive positive consequences for good behavior. Nice guys deserve love more than the bad boys. If you want people to like you, be nice. It’s a simple concept.

Also, Bakugou has bullied Midoriya, Uraraka’s close friend, for most of his life and shows less respect towards her because of her friendship with Midoriya. That should be a big turn off for Uraraka. Bakugou reluctantly respecting her shouldn’t be enough for her to overlook Bakugou’s bullying. Sure, Bakugou and Midoriya’s relationship has gotten better, but that’s not enough considering Bakugou hasn’t had any nice moments with Uraraka for over one hundred chapters. It doesn’t even seem like they’re friends, just people who tolerate and respect each other. One doesn’t care much about the other.

I also find it annoying how people ship them after only a couple scenes when Uraraka has so much chemistry and development with other characters throughout the series, like Midoriya, Iida, and Tsuyu. The Bakugou and Uraraka fight is for individual character development rather than relationship development. Uraraka and Bakugou barely interact after their fight, and their relationship plays no significant role and gets very little development, if any, in future chapters.

Uraraka and Midoriya have had a lot of moments leading up to the fight and after the fight. They’ve been so sweet to each other. They’ve been each other’s number one fans. Uraraka was even trying to be more like Midoriya and was thinking about him while fighting Bakugou. It’s crazy how people can dismiss their close companionship and favor the very few moments Bakugou and Uraraka have. Midoriya being Uraraka’s number one supporter and close friend should be more important than Bakugou’s reluctant respect towards Uraraka.

Again, sorry about this post. I don’t normally care too much about ships. There’s just something about the overwhelming support for Kacchako that rubs me the wrong way. Since Bakugou barely interacts with any of the girls, it feels like people are desperate to ship him with some girl, so they ship him with Uraraka because she’s the only girl he has important moments with, albeit VERY FEW, and the moments they have are over 100 chapters ago.

Sorry if you’re a Kacchako shipper and you read this post. You can ship whatever you want. Don’t worry. I’m only one person with an opinion.

I’ll Help You (Draco Malfoy x Reader)

She’s not eating. Why isn’t she eating?

It’s breakfast in the Great Hall and Draco is sipping his usual cup of tea while he surveys the Gryffindor table. His eyes are locked on [Y/N] [L/N] as he half listens to Pansy nattering on about the latest fashion trends in France or whatnot. He arches an eyebrow when he finally sees you reaching for your spoon but frowns when you make no move to put any food in your mouth.

It’s been going on like this for a while now, you coming down to the feasts only to sit quietly by your friends as you stare off into space. It also frustrates him that he seems to be the only one who has noticed your odd behavior.

“Pansy.” He says suddenly, interrupting her rather animated rant on leather skirts. “Does she look thinner to you?”

Pansy scrunches up her nose in confusion. “Does who look thinner?” 

“Her.” Draco gestures in your direction with a piece of toast.

Pansy raises her finely plucked eyebrows at him skeptically but obliges him and regards you thoughtfully. “That’s [L/N], right? She does look a little bit on the light side.” She observed. She then swivels in her seat to look at Draco. “Why has that suddenly piqued your interest?” She asks slyly, a smirk slowly making itself home on her face.

“No reason.” Draco says quickly, making a show of devouring his last piece of toast. “You’d better eat up, class starts soon and I have no intention of waiting for you.”  He tells her, eager to change the subject. Thankfully, Pansy decided not to pursue it instead choosing to continue he earlier rant. When he was sure that her attention was fully diverted, his focus sidled back to you. He really didn’t like this weird clenching feeling in his chest and he resolved to keep a close watch on you for the rest of the day.



The day passed and everything was relatively normal. True to his word, Draco’s attention never strayed from you and by the time lunch finally arrived, he was just about ready to tear his hair out.

Why hasn’t anybody noticed her condition?

You moved around sluggishly as if in a daze. Tiredness was written all over your face but no one so much as voiced their concerns. 

“Eat for fucks sake. Eat.” He murmured under his breath. You frowned suddenly as if hearing his thoughts and for a split second, your eyes were locked onto his. The eye contact didn’t last, however, seeing as Draco quickly looked away praying to both things holy and unholy that no one had noticed how his skin had gone an unnatural shade of pink.

Dammit, I’m acting like a blushing maiden.

“Draco, you’re staring.” Pansy commented nonchalantly as she examined her reflection in the back of a spoon.

Draco glared at her halfheartedly. “Of course I’m not, shut up Pansy.”

Pansy merely stuck her tongue out at him in response, then her expression turned weirdly sympathetic. “If it makes you feel better, I have noticed that [L/N] has been acting a little oddly lately. She looked particularly unsteady on her way out of Potions, but then again, it could have been just the ghastly fumes omitting from that place.”

Draco perked up immediately. “Exactly, there’s definitely something going on with her! We just need to figure out w-” He stopped short at the look Pansy was now giving him. “What?”

Pansy just shook her head slowly while turning back to her reflection. “Has it occurred to you that you might be getting a little obsessive, darling?”

Draco spluttered indignantly.”I just think she’s acting a little off! That’s not obsessive, it’s healthy curiosity!” He retorted. “Besides, she’s a Gryffindor. Why would I be obsessive over a Gryffindor?”

Pansy stared off dreamily into space. “It’d be just like that muggle story.” She sighed. “Romeo and Juliet.”

“… Pansy.” He ground out through gritted teeth. “They both die you utter bint.”

“So? I happen to love tragic love stories.”

Draco groaned and didn’t even bother trying to look dignified when he let his head hit the table.

*******

Draco’s worry was starting to wane as nothing out of the ordinary happened to you. Sure, he was still concerned but he figured maybe you had just caught a nasty sickness somewhere.

The incident occurred in the last class which happened to be Defence Against the Dark Arts (of course it was). Everything was going fine until the last half hour of the lesson, when the professor decided to test the students on the new spells they had been taught by organising a short dueling session.

To his chagrin, you got paired up with Theodore Nott, and Draco ended up with Looney Lovegood.

“No need to go easy on me, okay Draco? I can take care of myself.” Luna informed him in her usual dreamy like voice.

Draco caught his sneer in the last moment and instead gave the girl a strained nod before looking back at you. You were starting to look pale again, and are your hands shaking? These are not good signs.

“She doesn’t look good, does she?” Luna’s voice, laced with concern drifted into his ears. He turned to look at her in surprise.

“You noticed? Why haven’t you said anything to her? To her friends?” He snapped harshly.

Luna didn’t so much as flinch. “Why haven’t you said anything?”  She countered.

Draco stared at her in disbelief. “Are you crazy? They’d hex me on the spot if I so much as got within seven paces of them!”

Luna tilted her head slightly to the side as she regarded him. “You’re right. I forgot that they didn’t like you much.” She said finally.

“They hate me, Looney.”

“Hate is a strong word.”

“Yes, that is why I used it funnily enough.”

Saving himself from the conversation, Draco turned away from the Lovegood girl and strode over to stand next to Theodore so that he and Luna could duel side by side to you.

You eyed him curiously up and down but didn’t say anything choosing to send a wicked smirk to Theodore. “Have you ever dueled before, Nott? I wouldn’t want to hurt you.”

Theodore looked taken aback at the jab, but took it in stride. “I would worry more about yourself, princess.” He teased, his tone bordering on flirtatious.

Draco was not okay with that.

Thankfully you seemed to take that as an insult because you expression cooled rapidly. “We’ll see.” You said quietly and without warning, you cast.

Locomotor Mortis.

The Leg-Locker Curse hit Theodore square on the shoulder and he went down less than gracefully. His arms were still free though and he threw his own spell at you.

Confringo!

You didn’t miss a beat. “Protego.” You pointed your wand at a desk. “Oppugno.” It began mercilessly hammering Theodore on the head.

Said person had completely forgotten his wand in favour of using his arms to shield himself from the attacking object, while his legs were still pathetically glued together.

It was very clear who won that round.

“Go [Y/N]!” Luna cheered, clapping enthusiastically.

You gave her a tired smile in return, and that’s when Draco noticed your sudden pallor.

“How did react so quickly? Teach me your techniques!” Lovegood buzzed excitedly, not noticing how you were now swaying slightly.

Draco did notice however and he tensed.

You ran a hand through your hair as you gave Luna a strained smile. “T-there’s not much to teach, really. You’ve just got to mov-”

Thunk.

Draco was by your side in a heartbeat. He tapped your cheek lightly but you didn’t stir. 

“Someone get the professor!” He yelled, ignoring the strange looks he was getting from his classmates.

“What’s happening, what have we got? Oh my.” The professor copied Draco’s position and kneeled down beside you. He took your wrist gently and paused for a moment listening to your pulse. Draco hadn’t realised he was stroking your hair but he didn’t stop, imagining that if you were awake, you would have found it comforting.

“Everyone, give Miss [L/N] some space please!” The professor declared. “We need to get her to the Hospital Wing.”

“I’ll do it.” Draco offered immediately. That finally got some reaction.

“Why you, Malfoy?” Weasley spat. “What gives you the right, huh?”

Draco glared at him hatefully. “Maybe because I actually noticed that she’s been feeling off. Unlike you, since you were too busy stuffing your fat face with whatever snacks you can get your filthy hands on!”

“You take that back, Ferret Face!” Weasley drew his wand, his face having gone a very unflattering shade of red that clashed horribly with his hair.

Draco drew his own wand in retaliation and was about ready to throw a hex at the twat but Potter stepped forward.

“Stop it! Stop it both of you! This isn’t going to help [Y/N] and Malfoy’s right, Ron. We weren’t exactly paying attention…” Potter stared shamefully at his feet leaving Draco slightly unnerved that The Boy Who Lived had actually stuck up for him.

“Enough, all of you.” The professor intervened. “I’ll be taking Miss [L/N] to the Hospital Wing. Class dismissed.”

“Professor, may I come with you?” Draco asked hastily, schooling his face into a hopeful expression causing Weasley to snort. Draco paid him no mind and continued to silently beg the professor. “Please sir, we don’t have any more classes anyway…” He pressed.

“All right.” The professor relented. “Come now, we’ve dawdled long enough.”

* * * * * * * * *

Draco never left your side. Not when you were lowered onto the bed. Not when Madame Pomfrey began casting spells on you. Not when she force fed you a potion (he had helped). Especially not when he had been told to leave.

The nurse had given in to his stubbornness and he had been allowed to stay for as long as he wished, on the pretense that he had no classes so that it wouldn’t be a problem.

His hands had somehow gravitated back to your hair and he was still stroking it when you awoke.

“Malfoy?” You inquired a little croakily.

“Y-yes?” He replied a little unsure of himself now that you were actually awake. 

You and him weren’t really friends and he figured it was weird for you to be seeing only him right after gaining consciousness.

You sat up slowly and he didn’t stop you, mostly because he was afraid of what your reaction would be if he did. You took in your surroundings with a slight frown marring your features before turning back to look at him.

“What the hell am I doing here?”

“You fainted.” He said firmly, not able to think of any other way to explain it.

“Ah.” You said, stumped.

“Ah.” Draco echoed.

You gave him a weird look. “Why are you here?”

Thrown off guard by your forwardness, Draco frantically searched the recesses of his brain for a good answer. “Madame Pomfrey made me keep watch.” He lied.

You raised an eyebrow. “And you didn’t throw a fit? I’m impressed.” You mused. “I’m awake so you can go now.” You told him but he didn’t move.

“You fainted because you haven’t been sleeping and eating properly, according to Madame Pomfrey.” Draco said in a rush.

A flash of discomfort crossed your face. “Sooo?” 

Draco stared at you incredulously. “So, why?!” He questioned.

You folded your arms across your chest and avoided his gaze, fixing your eyes on a bedpost instead. “That is completely none of your business, Malfoy. Why on earth do you care?”

Draco stood his ground. “Why?” He repeated.

“Go away.”

“Tell me.”

“Why?”

“That’s my question.”

“Sod off, Malfoy.”

“Tell me what’s going on.”

“No.”

“Tell. Me.”

No.”

“Please?”

“Oh for Godric’s sake. Fine!”

Draco smirked in triumph while you looked like you’d very much like to punch him. He waited patiently while you gathered your wits about you and let out a breath of frustration.

“It’s nothing drastic….” You began quietly.

Draco nodded slightly to indicate he was listening.

“You know my family, right? Well, they’ve always stuck to the oldest traditions and I recently got a letter from them saying that they had arranged a marriage for me and a boy from the Rincewood family.”

Something sharp twisted in Draco’s gut at that and his throat dried up. “They’re quite prestigious.” He managed.

“I declined.” You said flatly.

There was a pause.

“You… declined.” Draco repeated slowly.

You nodded. “They didn’t take it well and one thing led to another. So they may or may not have disowned me now.” You finished in one breath.

Draco sat back in shock. “They really disowned you?”

“Yup.” You confirmed. “The not eating and sleeping was unintentional on my part. It was just the stress building up.”

You sounded quite detached about it all, resigned even. Your eyes had a glossy sheen to them and it seemed to him that you were trying very hard not to cry.

For some reason, he got a really strong urge to comfort you and before he knew it, his hand had already moved to place itself tentatively on your arm and when you didn’t shake him off, he found your hand and gripped it reassuringly. A voice in the back of his head told him that this was very unlike him but he silenced it.

“They’ll come around eventually.” He said as supportively as he could.

You scoffed and rolled your eyes but your fingers curled around his a little tighter. “You obviously don’t know my parents, Malfoy.”

Draco took a chance and used his free hand to thread his fingers back into your hair again. He couldn’t quite hold back his smile when you relaxed into his touch almost immediately.

“You’re right, I don’t know your parents.” He agreed. “But parents are parents. They can be fuck ups- I mean look at my parents- but at the end of the day, they’ll always love you… in their own twisted way.”

You fell silent for a moment but when you spoke again you sounded hopeful. “You think so?”

“Yeah.” He said, shifting uncomfortably. This comforting business really wasn’t his fort but then the smile you gave him afterwards ruled out any other thought. Damn that was bright.

“Besides,” He continued. “If it doesn’t work out, you could always come stay at the Manor for a while. There’s an empty room next to mine you could- wait- wha- why are you laughing?”

You shrugged helplessly, letting go of his hand to cover your mouth with it. Draco tried very, very hard not to frown but figured he didn’t quite manage it.

“I didn’t really believe Parkinson when she told me you had a crush on me, but now you’re actually asking me to move in with you and I just- “ You dissolved into another fit.

Draco scowled, his face heating up rapidly. “Pansy is a fucking traitor.” He muttered darkly.

You sobered up after a bit and looked at him gratefully. “Thank you, I really appreciate it but this is kind of my problem. I should be the one dealing with it.”

Draco arched an eyebrow and stared pointedly at the hospital bed you were currently on. “And how is that working for you?”

A beat.

“Not good.” You admitted.

Draco sighed and left his chair to sit on the bed next you. “Look, “ He said. “It’s quite clear that it’s out of the bag that I might… fancy you a little bit and you had to find out from Pansy making it downright humiliating on my part. The least you could do is let me help you.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “You really are a Slytherin, aren’t you?”

“I wonder why the Sorting Hat decided to put me there?” 

“Cut the sarcasm, dollop head.”

“That’s not even a word.”

“Sure it is.”

Draco crossed his arms over his chest. “Fine then. Describe dollop head.” [A/N: This is a Merlin reference because I like it and I want to.]

“In two words?”

“If you can.”

“Draco Malfoy.”

“…  Ah. Ha. Ha. Do we have a deal or not?”

Your eyes glinted in mischief. “Only if you can tell me where this phrase is from.”

Draco blinked in confusion. “What phrase?”

You cleared your throat dramatically then fixed him with a mock glare. “My father will hear about this!!”

“… “

“… “

“Do you want to die??”

* * *

2

literati text messages [insp.]

Ten days ago I missed you.
I cried and cried and prayed you’d call me.
I told myself I’d never be happy without you.


Five days ago you called.
You got mad for no reason and reminded me of all of the reasons we didn’t work.
You stomped my broken heart into the dust and then told me we’re friends again.


Today I can’t stand you.
You’re on my mind so much for all the bad reasons.
I can’t stand anything you do, the things I use to think were cute and quirky are just plain annoying now.
Everytime I run into you I resist the urge to lash out at you and tell you how annoying you are and how i’m so much better without you.


But if I hate you so much,
Why are you still on my mind?

—  sunshxnequote-s
10

female awesome meme ♡ [1/10] female characters who are unfairly hated 

isadora smackle (girl meets world) - intelligence, compassion, integrity, courage, that army is the real you. no matter what you look like. 

Guys, I don’t hate Hinata

I’m probably going to get so much hate for this, but I’ve been asked a few times now why I hate Hinata.

It’s not that I hate her. I hate the forced relationship that’s shoved down my throat. What happened to nobody liking Naruto when he was a kid? Why’s Hinata suddenly there for him or playing with him or whatever (same goes for the others, too)? It’s bullshit.

Instead of creating all these fake memories, they should’ve developed the relationship after the war. Them comforting each other after Neji’s death, him checking up on her to see how she’s doing and vice versa. That was the kind of development I wanted to see.

On top of that, they ended the series with Naruto marrying Hinata? What the fuck? Why not end it with him becoming Hokage? Why not use the time between the end of the war and him becoming Hokage to develop the relationships? Even ShikaTem was forced and I love them together.

It wasn’t even in Naruto’s perspective, which makes it even worse. The series started in his perspective, so it should’ve ended that way. I loved the videos everyone made and I loved seeing them get their own bit of screen time, but let’s be honest here, they could’ve ended the series better than that.

Also, I’ve noticed that it’s Hinata fans who hate on Sakura the most, probably due to the fact that there’s real development for NaruSaku. As said on other posts: I’m not a fan of NaruSaku. However, there’s no denying the fact it would’ve made more sense for them to get together.

Sakura gets so much hate because apparently she lacks character development and she’s weak. I’m sorry to say this, but Hinata’s most used line is “N-Naruto-kun” and she follows her ‘ninja way’ because it’s Naruto’s, whereas Sakura found her own ninja way and grew from the pitiful excuse of a kunoichi she once was. Why couldn’t Hinata do that?

Hinata’s from this prestigious clan, with a bloodline limit and trained by Neji no less. Why the fuck is she tripping over rocks? Why’s she struggling to make one tiny freaking leap that most kids in the series can make by the time they start the academy?

The potential was there. She could’ve been so much more than the girl with big breasts who’s useful once in a blue moon. I admired her in the Pain arc - absolutely loved it when she came to Naruto’s defence, despite knowing it would end in her death - so why did she take a huge step back? And if anyone replies with the whole “Kishimoto can’t write female characters” then I’m not even going to bother arguing with you, because that excuse is so fucking overused.

So, yeah. I don’t hate her. I hate that Kishimoto bowed to the pressure of the fandom and wasted her potential.

Capital F (Tom Holland x FemReader) Fluff

Originally posted by hawkwoman

(( gif not mine ))

(A/n): lmao so I got all these requests at 11:30 pm yesterday, my time. So that is my one and only excuse for not getting them up the day of.

Request:  49. ‘There is only one bed.’ 61. ‘I think we’re lost.’ 98. ‘Forever.’ with Tom Holland if it’s not too much trouble?

49. There is only one bed.

61. I think we’re lost.

98. Forever.

Warnings: So like I’m sure there is swearing in here somewhere.

_____

“Tom.”

“Wait,”

“Tom.”

“Shush.”

“Tom,”

“Jus–” 

“I think we’re lost”

Tom let out an unmistakable groan of dissatisfaction as (Y/n) mused him with her comments.

Wandering through a dense boreal forest could get anyone mixed up. Tom was, in particular, really susceptible to confusion; whether he cared enough to admit it or not. (Y/n) wasn’t totally innocent either, she was dumb enough to follow him.

“So like, the designated shooting tarmac should be near by. We couldn’t have gone that far.” she mused again, squaring her surroundings. “If it wasn’t so boring, we wouldn’t have gone at all..”

“I know that! I know where we are,” Tom sputtered and did a full three sixty rotation “have a little faith.”

(Y/n)’s gaze slipped to her shoes, an acorn touching the head of her sneaker. She bent forward and swiped it into her hand, chucking it at the brunette brit.

It hit him in the ear.

“What the bloody was that for?” he laughed.

“It was for I don’t know if you are listening to yourself, but you sound nuts, Tom.” (Y/n) snickered.

Tom threw the acorn right back and it hit the tree directly behind the girl. Tom laughed again.

“I saw that tree six minutes ago, he told me his name was Oxford.” he breathed.

(Y/n) turned to view the tree but was instead drew attention to a shiny trailer hiding in the background “Bullshit.” she sighed.

“No, that’s really what he told me.” Tom insisted.

“Not that,” the (h/c) haired girl chuckled “That’s Seb’s trailer. You didn’t get us lost after all.”

She began to hike up to the large filming setup.

“I didn’t lose us, I’m British! I know things!” Tom called, chasing after (Y/n).

❆  ❆  ❆

“So you didn’t sneak off to have sex?” Anthony asked.

“Not this time.” Tom joked, and winked back at him.

(Y/n) slapped both of their arms, and snatched Tom’s wrist.

“I hate you. We have a scene to shoot, you twit.” she demanded, gearing away from Anthony.

“For how long will you hate me this time?” Tom drawled, his accent wrapping around his words soundly. He began to snicker at her abstract cuteness.

“Forever.”

“Oo, no longer than last time.” he confirmed, throwing his head back as he let himself be pulled along the grass. He was able to see Anthony again.

He mouthed “get some” to Tom.

(Y/n) retaliated with a yell of “Close your mouth, you flightless bastard.”

❆  ❆  ❆

“I’m..” (Y/n) sighed and rolled her neck, pawing at Tom’s hand “…really tired.”

“I second that.” Tommy huffed, lacing together their different sized hands.

It was only midday and the pair of bestfriend’s have already filmed thirty nine different scenes. Now, they didn’t have to film for another two and a half hours.

“Let’s nap in my trailer, love?” Tom suggested. The girl shrugged in return, followed by a quaint nod of her head.

As they led themselves to Tom’s personal trailer, it became apparent to (Y/n) that it was built for one person.

“Tommy,” she began when they stepped into the confinement of smaller living space “there is only one bed…” and she let her voice wander off.

“Yeah, and?”

Tom untied their hands and instead pulled his arms around (Y/n) shoulders. He pushed them both forward, waddling to the bed.

“You hate me anyway, remember? So don’t make it awkward.” he mused.

The girl let loose a brisk laugh “I don’t hate you.” she confirmed.

“Even better.”

Tom spun them both and tumbled to the bed’s cushion surface.

“I could probably sleep on the couch, Tommy.” (Y/n) mused.

“Now that is the dumbest thing I’ve heard all day- and I talked with Robert.” Tom scoffed. He placed his chin upon (Y/n)’s head and tightened his arms around her shoulders.

“What if I mayb–”

“That’s not gunna’ work.” Tom mumbled.

“Why not?”

“You’re so warm, and I like it too much.”

_____

(A/N): wowowow I did it. This is cute as shit, gosh darn. I impress myself.

Your insecurities show.

This is cliche, but confidence is key. I get a lot of questions asking- what do guys like/how do I keep him interested? I hate saying this, but you should be confident being the person you are (fake it till you make it). I remember those weekends that I’d go out with my SDBF (developer- I posted pics when I had IG: JXSB_), we would always take his limo. We went to all the lounges/restaurants in Toronto, and EVERY SINGLE TIME when the chauffeur came to pick us up, girls right BESIDE me would be hating. These girls legit said- why is he with her? He should be with me instead/he could do so much better! These were some orange Oompa Loompas. My SDBF said- did you just hear what they said, don’t you feel so lucky that I love you? I replied: no, if you want them, you can have them. Go get em!


He was in fucking shock! I made it obvious that I am not scared to lose him, there are a sea of men who can provide me with what he did. We were together for almost two years, and I finally broke it off December 2016 (day before his birthday). He begged but his attitude isn’t worth the money (he came back every time I dumped him). He was a multimillionaire, sure that’s great, but I had also found someone who is worth a whole lot more than that… he has watches that are worth millions.


Don’t allow these men to take advantage of you. Don’t allow him to have power over you. You are a luxury, you are a Goddess, and you already know that. There are plenty more where he came from. Ps- men also want what they cannot have, especially wealthy men. Why? Because they think their money can buy them anything, it’s nice to give them a reality check.