i posted this earlier and then deleted because i was embarrassed

SKAM S04E07 Clip 4 - Someone is attacking us

GIRL: …they used 300 000 on a bus and now they’ve split up.

GIRL2: I totally agree. Like, if the whole school saw my chats, I would fucking die. I got on Facebook and went through my chats to see how much shit I’ve talked about people and there’s so fucking much!

GIRL3: You have to be extremely careful about what you write.

VILDE: How many times have you called her now?

INGRID: Probably a hundred.

VILDE: You’ll use up your data.

INGRID: No, I have this data plan where everything is included.

EVA: Is she answering?


GIRL4: Is she active on Facebook?

VILDE: She was earlier, but not now.

GIRL4: Because you sent her a message on Facebook, didn’t you?

INGRID: Yeah, lots. She hasn’t seen..

VILDE: She hasn’t seen them.


GIRL4: Have you tried calling her parents?

INGRID: No, I haven’t, but maybe I should go over to her place later today.

GIRL4: That’s a good idea.

SANA: What’s up?

INGRID: We can’t get ahold of Sara.

VILDE: She’s just embarrassed people have seen all the shit she’s written about people.

EVA: Are we really sure it actually was Sara writing all those things?

GIRL4: I don’t know about everything, but that thing about how she hoped Iselinn would switch schools.. She wrote that to me too.

GIRL5: And she wrote the thing about Olivia being pedo to me too.

GIRL4: Did someone hack our account?

EVA: Fuck, how creepy.

VILDE: It’s creepy that it has been published, but I think it’s even more creepy that we have a bus boss who has written so much whit about people on the bus.

EVA: I’m ready to quit the bus. I can’t be bothered with this drama.

INGRID: No, hello girls, it’s so fucking important that we don’t let this ruin us. There’s someone attacking us and then we have to stand together as one bus.

GIRL4: Yeah, but it’s really serious to share those chats. Isn’t that illegal or something?


ISAK: Is there any drama?

SANA: Yeah..

ISAK: I heard something about Sara posting some shit about the girls on Instagram.

SANA: Yeah, it’s.. Believe me, you don’t want to know.

ISAK: That I don’t fucking want. But are you ready for the mock exam?

SANA: Yeah! You too?

ISAK: I’m Stephen Hawking on Red Bull are you crazy? Yeah! Talk to you later.


Eyes Closed (M)

G-Dragon: Angst/Small amount of fluff/Eventual smut

A/N: Hello all! This is my first fic that I’m ever posting ever so I’m slightly nervous haha I do have to say though this first part is a kinda long and I thought about breaking this up in two parts but I wanted all the intro stuff to be done with in one go haha. Anyway please let me know what you think and enjoy!

(Masterlist)||(Part Two-A)

Originally posted by leejoxheon

      A brilliant man once wrote: ‘ ‘Tis better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all’  but I can’t help but wonder; had I never met you would I still feel this crippling void of being without you? …I guess I’ll never know.

      What we had was nothing short of a whirlwind romance that ended almost as soon as it began. Or so it felt that way. And for what felt like an eternity I did nothing but hate you, but then again there were the nights I got so wasted I would tell myself if I just heard your voice one more time I would be fine; but I wanted more than ‘just. one. more. time’. Being with you was something that I can only describe as the most addictive dream that I never wanted to end. And being without you, well that felt like a dream too… not one you’d want to have, but a dream nonetheless. But once the mourning had set in and eventually subsided, I came to terms with everything; I was finally ok. Yet here I am almost three months later since we parted ways and I’m practically on the verge of having my first public panic attack sitting on this plane on my way back to Seoul. A place I had avoided like the plague, and all together erased from my memory; just like I tried to do with you. But that is the one place I can’t escape you. Not because I can’t stop thinking about you or any of the memories that godforsaken city holds but because your face is plastered all over the damn place. Kind of hard to get away from someone that’s a spokesmodel for every other company.

      I had shifted in my seat for what felt like the billionth time which was accompanied by a tired side eye from my best friend Saige. The entire thirteen hours and ten minutes of this flight I was riddled with so much anxiety that I: hadn’t slept, hardly ate and shook my leg so much that it felt like it was starting to go numb and possibly fall off at one point. And the entire time she did nothing but shoot me concerned glances of pity and just sighed as she said ‘I know, I know you feel like your heart is gonna fall out of your ass’. That woman is Saint, but I think even saints reach a point when they feel enough is more than enough.

      She groggily turned her body in her seat toward me, looked me in the eye and said “Alex, you know I love you and I’m only saying this because I care about you but..” she rubbed her eye “You are going to hate yourself for not sleeping when you see pictures the paparazzi take of you leaving the airport. As your best friend and PR manager I am obligated to tell you” she leaned forward placing her elbow on the armrest and her hand beneath her chin “You look like you’re going through it*”

      “That’s because I am ‘going through it’ Saige” I scowled.

      She sat upright and slightly tilted her head to the side “Where is the Alex that left LA? The one who was like ‘I couldn’t give two fucks yahddah yahddah yahddah. G-Dragon who? I’m not worried blah blah blah’–”

      “Ahhh! Ahh! shhhhh! We don’t speak that name!” I interjected.

      “–God it’s like as soon as we started flying over the North Pacific you started to loose your shit!” she continued “Listen kid, and I’m only going to say this once. As your PR manager, and because Scooter would have me scalped if I didn’t say this, we already went through this whole G–”

      “Ahh! What did I just say?!” I hushed her with my finger.

      She sighed heavily “–As I was saying, we already went through this whole ‘Ji-Yong–”

      “Saige no! That’s even worse!”

      “–Would you just let me finish?!” she huffed “What I’m trying to say is, that we can’t go through this bad press thing again. We don’t want to squander any of the amazing opportunities you’ve gotten since that whole fiasco. You and I both know we worked so hard to get you back in good standings with the media and your label. I don’t want to have to go through that whole thing again”

      “Gee thanks…” I scoffed.

      “BUT” she said a bit louder “As your best friend of nine wonderful years, you and I– we’ve been to Hell and back together on more than one occasion and this, or any other time you feel like losing your shit in the far or near future, is no different. I’ll always be right beside you.’If you jump I jump remember?

      I furrowed my brow “I don’t think now is the best time to haul in the Titanic references Saige…”

      “Oh for the love of God!’ she threw her hands up in defeat and slouched into her seat “Alexandra Marie McMahon–”

      “Please don’t use my full name…” I cringed.

      “Alright I’ve had it, enough feeling sorry for yourself, enough letting some guy dictate how you feel. He, despite what his ego might make him think, has no power over you. Got it?” She gestured with her hand “Listen when we land you are going to walk off of this airplane and strut your shit into that fucking SUV like everything is peachy fucking keen!”

      The more heated she got the more I started to notice a tiny vein on her neck begin to pop out. There were instances where I was afraid of her, very rarely was I on the receiving end of her rage but when I was it was less anger and more disappointed mother that wants you realize your full potential.

      Saige brushed the hair from her eyes “All I’m saying is at least pretend for the cameras that you are having the time of your life, and then when we get back to LA–Hell, when we get back to the hotel even! Then you can go back to being miserable”

      I raised an eyebrow. I opened my mouth to say something but she held up her hand to stop me. “If it makes you feel any better all we have to do is survive one week. One week Alex, that’s all! Also just remember why exactly we’re even going there in the first place; and it’s not because of J–’him’

      “I know, I don’t want Tim to have a shit birthday because of me. It’s bad enough he ditched us to move out there and part of me wishes he was lonely so he’d realize the horrible mistake he had made and come back to LA but unfortunately for my wishful thinking Tim is like a ray of sunshine that anyone within a ten foot radius wants to be his best friend” I slouched in my seat.

      Saige nodded “Speaking of Mr. Sunshine himself, what did he say to you to make you lose your cool? It’s like the second he said whatever the hell triggered you, you completely shut me out. So spill, what did he say?”

      I took a deep breath and closed my eyes as I mumbled the heart attack inducing news I had received earlier from Tim.

      Saige furrowed her brows “you wanna try that one more time but in English this time?”

      I mumbled louder.

      “Alex I’m serious, I’m going to–”

      “HE FUCKING TOLD ME JI-YONG WAS GOING TO BE AT HIS STUPID FUCKING PARTY OKAY!” I stood up from my seat causing the stewardesses to stare “are you happy now?!”

      “Very. Got you to actually feel something other than feeling sorry for yourself” she had a smug look on her face “well with that being said we still have about thirty or so minutes before we land so if you’ll just excuse me your highness I’m going to take a well deserved nap”

      Still standing in the same spot as I stood with my mouth agape, staring at my now dwindling out of consciousness best friend in disbelief. I look over my shoulder only to have the stewardesses quickly look away. Feeling embarrassed I quickly slunk down into my seat again and let out a big sigh “It’s only one week Alex!” I mimicked “Pfft, one week. How in the Hell does she expect me to make it through this with whatever remaining sanity I have left in me?”

      The only possible way I see myself making it out of this is by doing the same damn thing I did to get away from him the first time…drink until it doesn’t hurt. And why wait until the party? No time is better than the present. I sat up in my seat and motioned for one of the stewardesses “can you bring me some champagne? Oh and leave the bottle here will ya?”

      The redheaded stewardess knitted her brows together “B-but Ms. McMahon, we’ll be landing soo–”

      “Well then in that case, times a’wastin! Better forgo the glass and just leave the bottle” I smiled.

      The stewardess only shot me a weak smile as she turned to retrieve the bottle. She came back with bottle in hand and poured me a glass “I thought it’d be in poor taste to let you drink out of the bottle…we don’t want another incident like the one on the flight to London” she sent me another weak smile.

      My face slowly dropped into one of utter disdain “that’ll be all thank you” I grabbed the bottle from her hands. As she turned to walk away I looked over at Saige’s sleeping form and back to the stewardess. Just great, exactly what I needed. Yet another person to remind me of how much of a fuck up I am.

      I lifted the glass cheersing the air “Bottoms up”

      Ji-Yong threw his head back and closed his eyes as he pinched the bridge of his nose trying to relieve the onset of a massive migraine. For the past 20 minutes he has had to endure the loud bickering between Seungri and Seung-Hyun, apparently the older of the two had taken a risqué picture of the other and posted it in succession of each other on his Instagram. In the older man’s defence he said he did it out of artistic expression; a modern Statue of David as he put it. The younger man emphatically disagreed.

      “Yah Hyung! Delete it!” Seungri reached for the older man’s phone for the hundredth time.

      Seung-Hyun cackled “Look it’s fine! I added a filter it makes it artistic. Look at all the likes you’re getting”

      “Easy for you to say! Yang is going to kill me!” the younger man threw his hands up “Aish Hyuuuung!”

      “Aww look at you!” the older man took a sip of his wine.

      Still pinching the bridge of his nose with one hand, Ji-Yong balled his fist with the other hand so tight that his knuckles went white. His patience was starting to wear thin and he was far too exhausted to deal with any of their shit.

      “Why do you enjoy torturing me like this? WHY?!” he reached for the phone again.

      “Because look at you, look how cute you are when you get angry!” Seung-Hyun laughed again.

      “Hyung please! I’m tortured enough when I’m constantly reminded that everybody loves GD&T.O.P”

      Seung-Hyung let out another cackle “Okay, Okay I’ll delete it…Guess I should probably delete that video too”

      “YAH HYUNG! I THOUGHT YOU DELE–” Seungri screeched.

      “ENOUGH!” Ji-Yong slammed his fist onto the armrest of the couch; his sudden outburst took the two by surprise. Seungri cleared his throat, opening his mouth to speak only to be hushed by Ji-Yong before he could utter a single syllable. Seung-Hyun on the other hand was letting the maknae take the brunt of Ji-Yong’s rage as he quietly chuckled to himself and into his wine glass. Seungri suddenly began to feel more uncomfortable as he watched Ji-Yong pace angrily back and forth. He threw a side glance to Seung-Hyun but didn’t dare utter a single word and only managed to mouth “What do we do?”. Seung-Hyun only replied by sending him a smug look on his face; to his dismay the older man was tipsy and was of no help at all. Still pacing, Ji-Yong was working himself up so much he started to mutter incoherent insults, Seungri could only assume, every now and again he could pick up some of what he was saying; “Fucking mothe…asshole…fucking can’t…idiot…”. The younger man looked to his inebriated partner in crime but alas yet again he was of no help as he had dipped out of the room at one point without either of the other two noticing. He looked to the heavens and gulped before he slowly approached the man who was fuming before him. With an outstretched hand he reached for the other man’s shoulder only to be startled by Ji-Yong rapidly whipping his head to look over his shoulder.

      “Touch me and you lose that hand…” Ji-Yong glared.

      Seungri had retracted his hand back so fast that he slightly smacked himself on the face in the process. Saying his prayers in his head and gulping again he dared to open his mouth.

      “H-Hyung?” he said timidly.

      The older man turned to glare at him again “What?!”

      “I think you might be stressed…”

      Ji-Yong looked at the younger man incredulously “Oh no, what gave it away?!” he sneered.

      Not letting the older man get to him he spoke with more confidence this time.

      “What I meant was, I’ve noticed these past few weeks…months really…you’ve been so irritable that you’re hard to want to be around. Everyone agrees that we feel like we’re walking on eggshells with you…”

      Ji-Yong scoffed and crossed his arms.

      “Hyung I think you maybe need to let loose~” the younger man wiggled his eyebrows and smiled.

      “Come any closer and I’ll let my fists loose”

      Quickly losing his smile Seungri furrowed his brows “You see this what I’m talking about! Top Hyung even stopped asking you to drink with him because every time you would get drunk you’d either want to start a fight with someone and/or sing, without fail, ‘My Heart Will Go On’ at the top of your lungs!. Not that you have a horrible voice Hyung, far from it, it’s just that the last time you did it you had me in a headlock and sang–no yodeled! Into my ear and I think I may be going deaf…”Seungri absentmindedly touched his ear as he somberly looked to the ground.

      The older man only smiled to himself recalling whatever pieces of that night he could remember.

      The younger man quickly shook away the horrible memories of that night and straightened his posture “Anyway! Young-Bae and Dae-Sung Hyung, well they never actually go out….but if they did I’m sure they wouldn’t want to hang out with you either!”

      Ji-Yong laughed sardonically “If this is your way of trying to get me to ‘let loose’ the only thing that’s going to be loose is–”

      “I know, I know ‘your fists’. Aish” Seungri mocked and instantly regretted it as made direct eye contact with a Ji-Young that looked like he was about to rip his head off.

      Trying to placate the situation, before Ji-Yong actually turned into a dragon and set him on fire, the younger man spoke quickly.


      The older man winced at the maknae’s sudden change in volume “YAH! ENOUGH WITH THE YELLING!”


      Ji-Yong closed his eyes and rubbed the side of his temples with his fingers       “So without yelling, or pissing me off even more… what was this about a party?”
      Treading carefully Seungri cleared his throat before he spoke “Well since we will be back in Seoul tonight I thought it was only right that my favorite~Hyung go out and enjoy himself in his old stomping grounds”

      The older man simply nodded and signaled with one hand to go on.

      With the approval of his Hyung to go on, he spoke with more enthusiasm           “Yeah so then I thought to myself ‘but my favorite~Hyung shouldn’t have to go to a tired old club!’ which is why I remembered a friend of mine is throwing a massive party tonight at his new club in Gangnam”

      “So you want me to go to a grand opening party so your friend’s club will be popular? ‘Cause that’s all I’m hearing” the older man raised an eyebrow.

      The maknae’s eyes went wide “No, no, no! You misunderstand, no one has to know we’re there. All I want is for my Hyung–”

      “Favorite Hyung..” Ji-Yong corrected.

      “Right. All I want is for my favorite~Hyung to relax, have a drink or two, not ‘My Heart Will Go On’ amount of drinks but some drinks…and maybe dance a little…maybe even with a girl” he wiggled his eyebrows causing a small laugh to come from the other man “on the plus side this is kind of like a ‘pre-party’ before the real party this weekend”

      “Alright fine I’ll go, but on one condition”

      “Anything Hyung, you name it I got it”

      “Don’t try to be my wingman tonight, don’t try to set me up; I don’t want to have to make another girl cry because I had no idea who she was”

      “Oh..I forgot about that…but is that it? Pfft easy” a smug smile spread across the maknae’s face.

      “Actually one more thing…” Ji-Yong said in a serious tone “Just do me a solid and make sure I don’t call a number labeled as ‘DO NOT CALL HER’…I don’t need that shit blowing up in my face”

      The younger man furrowed his brows as he nodded. He knew exactly who ‘DO NOT CALL HER’ was.

      “Seungri if it comes down to ‘My Heart Will Go On’ and ‘DO NOT CALL HER’…let’s just go with ‘My Heart Will Go On’ even if it means losing your hearing” the older man let out a small laugh.

      Placing his hands on either side of his shoulders, Seungri gives Ji-Yong a warm smile and emphatically says “You got it Hyungie~!”

      This causes Ji-Yong to let out another laugh only this time it was a bit louder “alright, alright” he dusts the maknae’s hands off his shoulders “Well I’m going to head back to my room and get some shut eye before tonight so make yourself scarce until then” he pushed his way past the maknae and out the door. After the door closed behind Ji-Yong, Seungri let out a big sigh of relief but that was short lived as he remembered a text message he had received from his girlfriend earlier ‘Hey babe I’m so excited to see you tonight!~love you my little panda~^-^ oh I almost forgot, Alex landed so don’t forget to give Ji-Yong a heads up about tonight. I know how my sister can be when she’s drunk and we both know how he can be… So glad you already ripped off the band-aid and told him about her being at Tim’s party after all haha I mean why wouldn’t sh–’ A small ringing sound filled his ears as the last part of the text echoed in his head. Seungri not only didn’t tell Ji-Yong about ‘DO NOT CALL HER’ going to her own best friend’s birthday bash but now he was going to have to defuse the bomb that is Ji-Yong when his Hyung finds out that he was withholding vital information about ‘DO NOT CALL HER’ being in the country again and/or possibly running into her one way or another. This definitely won’t blow up in his face right?

the life and times of ryan ross pt 8


welcome all! make sure to thank @jen–ne–sais–quoi for the existence of these posts because the poor thing asked to know about ryan and now she probably knows more than she ever wanted to!

here in our final chapter, we shall see what ryan has been up to from where we left off in 2015 to as current as we can be as of today (feb 26, 2017) this is mostly links and pictures because he didn’t actually do a whole lot

alright, early 2015. pretty much all ryan ross does is spend time with friends, mostly dan keyes and ryland blackinton. he goes to coachella and looks lovely in his hawaiian shirt. 

he also posted some teasers about making music on instagram, but we saw no new music. 

the most important thing about 2015 is ryan’s beard. 

look at it. it’s glorious. 

in february/march of 2015 zayn has left one direction (this is a ryan ross post, why is she talking about one direction??? it’s relevant, i promise.) someone thought it would be funny to edit the 1d wikipedia page to day that ryan ross had joined the band. 1d fangirls lost their minds. ryan tweeted “ You guys got it all wrong, the four remaining members of One Direction are joining MY band” 

if you look at his twitter throughout 2015, some of the tweets are vastly different than others. it could’ve been him on drugs, it could’ve been shane morris. personally, i think it was more shane, but the other is a possibility. also in june 2015, he got super fucked up and crashed a PHASES show. there are pictures of it out there, but i don’t think it’s really appropriate to share them. i also vaguely remember someone (z maybe?) asking for them to not be shared because ryan was really embarrassed and upset about it. about the incident he said “Def was having too much fun at the Phases show tonight, I promise I’ll never do it again  again” so there’s that.

then in july ryro got a girlfriend! he began dating model helena vestergaard and it seemed really good for him. it was certainly good for all of us fans because he posted so much while they were together. she also posted a lot about him. there were so many ryan pictures. it was glorious. here are some pics

then the next most important thing of 2015 happened. 

dorothy ross. 

ryan and helena got the cutest puppy in the world

from then on his instagram is pretty much dottie, but none of us mind because she’s precious. 

we also got this monstrosity

that’s all i’m gonna say about that. more helena and dottie pictures. then we get a picture where ryan tells us he’s taking vocal lessons!! and then he posted a teeny clip of a new song!!! more dottie & helena. a video of him learning to box?

don’t forget that this era of ryan likes hockey and baseball. he watches both and plays hockey too. 

halloween 2015. the fucking party. so. you thought we were done talking about brendon urie. we’re not. by 2015, he and ryan are not talking, at all. brendon usually avoids talking about ryan at all. then adam levine (yes, that one) has a halloween party. ryan’s invited because he’s best friends with mickey madden. he goes as a gremlin. well, a mogwai because he’s fuzzy and not scaly, but yeah. 

brendon, dressed as a skeleton and with sarah, was also there. as far as i’m aware, they basically didn’t even talk. brendon goes on to mention it a million times.

btw, by this point ryan doesn’t use his twitter anymore, it’s all just instagram links. there were some tweets earlier in the year that i’ll be talking about in my shane morris companion piece, but basically, shane likes to troll ryan’s fans by tweeting things or posting things on facebook then quickly deleting them.

also in 2015, ryan posts a picture of what seem to be song titles along with promises for making new music (the “shut the fuck up” was in response to someone telling him to go to bed btw) 

we’re now at the end of 2015. it seems like this is when ryan finally disconnects his twitter from his instagram because (except for one) his tweets stop and his instagram continues. he has also dropped shane morris as his manager (thank god)

near the beginning of 2016, ryan tells us that he has written a song for a band called agelast (sadly, that is pronounced ah-gel-ist, not age-last) he posted on both twitter and facebook about this. i’m inclined to believe both posts were actually him, not shane, but who knows. there was this comment on the facebook page that would be nice if it was from him. 

then, also early 2016, he and helena broke up. he was all set to fly to visit her in australia on a long term modeling job, and maybe he did, but that was that on helena vestergaard. she deleted all traces of him from her social media. he continued to play hockey and post pictures of dottie. 

he also bought 5 pounds of sour patch kids, causing all of us to fear for his health. then he starts to become a bit of a recluse. he posts a lot less frequently and it’s usually dottie pictures. 

then he goes to a renaissance fair and saves lives with his look 

easily the most important part of 2016 was when ryan did a surprise performance with dan keyes’ band cologne at emo nite la. it’s everything. EVERYTHING. watch it now. it felt like a nice comeback and he looked GOOD

we also got another tiny song clip. more pictures and videos of dottie. he also modeled some new PHASES merch with Z and Langley 

he went to the beach and we were blessed with this glorious image 

then he turned 30! and jeremy burke & alison harvard threw him a mini party at midnight with pizza! 

also sometime in august, his demo ep was deleted from soundcloud (his whole soundcloud was deleted) along with his site going down and his facebook page being deleted. the only thing we know is actually ryan is his instagram. 

then came halloween. with costumes in the past like et, a sloth, and a gremlin, we knew he would not disappoint. he was link from legend of zelda and he spent a good amount of the party (adam levine’s again, bden was not there) with victoria asher and gabe saporta from cobra starship. have some pics. 

(that’s gabe beside him)

then he “drank some blood” in this adorable video with his vocal coach

throughout 2016, a director named dan adams (glitterworldinc on insta) had been tagging ryan in a lot of pictures. i’m going to make a companion piece for him as well, but i’ll mention him here. he posts pictures of ryan, sometimes with strange captions, sometimes with rude captions. many pictures didn’t have ryan in them, but he was tagged. some pictures were of ryan’s house or around echo park. see more about that in the companion piece. lots of speculation went on about what he was doing with ryan. we’ll get to that in a minute. something more exciting now. the longest clip of new music that makes me cry every single time i listen to it, that callback line. (fun fact, z commented on it and called him space boi which is where i get one of my tags for him)

he looked beautifully goth for new years 

now we’re in 2017!

we found out this year that all the things glitterworldinc had been posting are because ryan’s going to be in his new movie!! he’s playing a character named Dewey Parsons in daniel adams’ new movie starmaker

the newest picture we have from ryan himself is this

and dan adams (glitterworldinc) has recently posted two! one was posted today! 

and that is basically everything i know about ryan ross’ life from the earliest facts i know to today! thank you for coming along on this crazy long ride with me and reading this giant mess. i’ll make those companion pieces here soon, so look out for those!

EDIT: Update!!!!! ryan posted this mere hours after i finished this because he likes to make my life harder (i’m mostly kidding, i love him so much)

his caption: “On all twos Makin tunes on toons”

EDIT NUMBER 2: i should have made an outline for these posts, jesus christ. i told you all in another post that the guitar ryan burned alive would be important later and then i never told you why. the why is because brendon still has it. yep, he has the guitar that ryan burned all the way back in the cabin/pretty. odd. era. how do we know this? oh, just because brendon put it in his literal house of memories. it’s fine, i’m not crying. (it’s not fine, i am crying) the house of memories is a vip thing for this tour where fans can go in and take pictures with a bunch of old panic! things, from the masks from fever era to stuff from the victorious video. i would kill to go. 

okay, hi. it’s me—the annoyance in this fandom. and i’d like to talk about something, so bear with me.

there’s a problem in this fandom that doesn’t need to be discussed. why not? it’s not up for discussion, basically. it’s up to you all to sit back and learn that this shit you all are pulling needs to be stopped. period.

i’m breaking it up to a couple of core parts so you all know what i’m talking about.

first of all, let’s talk about the islamophobia and racism in this fandom.

here’s the deal: shut up and listen. is that too hard? then just shut up and close your browser. delete your blog. take a walk. go on with your shitty life.

i don’t know why this needs to be explained—seriously. i don’t understand it. it’s not physics or the study of runes. it’s the basic thing called logic thinking and common decency at the least.

you’re all doing something incredibly harmful and it’s not okay. when you started calling a brown character a rat i—i thought it was a joke. and when it was pointed out it’s racist, by people of colour in this fandom, you kept doing it. why? do you take enjoyment in calling brown people rats? do you think you can get away with it? guess you can, but you can stop doing it to people of colour. it’s disgusting.

next. the idea of this season is: please don’t let me be misunderstood. the reverse of this? please don’t let me be understood. just so we’re clear. there’s no reverse. the song was in reverse, the message was clear. so you can shut up about that.

so when the fight broke up, and sana was hiding in the bathroom stall, what did we hear? the two white random, irrelevant white girls talking about how they thought (assumed, didn’t know but talked anyway) it was about homosexuality, and how muslims are homophobic. was it there for the lols? no. it was there for us. to know. that it wasn’t about that.

my point: shut the fuck up about it. it’s tiresome, getting old, it’s toxic. if you keep talking about this, you’re spreading harmful messages to others. what messages? that muslims are homophobic. which they can be, i’m not saying some aren’t. i’m saying that that’s not the point of this season and that non-muslims are equally likely to be homophobic. don’t believe me? wow, i guess it’s something that has been fed to you by media representation and… dare i say it? people talking shit of shit they don’t know on social platforms. precisely what you’re doing right now.

second thing we need to talk about: the series. yes! let’s talk about what content we have right now and why us people of colour and why muslims are upset, shall we? (note: we have all the right to be upset.)

let’s first get this out of the way: we know it’s written this way to prove some point later on in the season. probably something along the lines of muslim and brown boys not all being homophobic and shit. you know. that thing you keep shutting your eyes from. we understand that, we know that.

we’re just. not. happy. about how it’s written. it’s kind of doing a lot of damage right now. look at some of the messages some people (people of colour, muslims, muslim people of colour) receive. and what we should be getting is much more healthy scenes between muslims, muslims and people of non-faith, people of colour and white people, to weigh up to the damage its doing. we don’t get that much of that. and it’s frustrating, because we understand why (sana’s lonely) but there are so many ways to portray loneliness than completely erase healthy interactions between people on the fucking screen.

don’t bring up the hei briskeby videos, because they don’t count. i’m talking about the real episodes here. the real clips. the clips that the casual viewer will watch.

so yes. the series itself is… partially at fault here. the writing, i would say. especially filming only the people of colour in a fight and—wow. that chokehold they had on the only black guy? yikes.

what’s worse is that they surely know—or at least have a slight idea—of what outbreak their clips will give. and they keep doing it. keep feeding this shit to us, and leave us to either deal with it, or completely shut down our inboxes. which results into people thinking we’re selfish, because we don’t answer their wish to learn more about culture and islam and the experiences people of colour have.

third thing we need to talk about: vilde and noora. yup. i’m putting them on the agenda.

i, as a lesbian of colour, wholeheartedly believe that vilde’s character is poorly written this season. she’s obviously not too different from earlier seasons, but she’s definitely had more emphasis on her ignorance, and how that ignorance is dealt with is—less acceptable. i do believe, on top of that, that she will be “redeemed” (i’m just not sure i’ll buy into it) and that she will learn, apologise and maybe grow the last episode or something, since we won’t be getting any more.

but what bugs me the most about the way they’re writing her this season is that, she’s coded as possibly lesbian (or bi, if you prefer, but i’m gonna talk about her being lesbian, and you can make your own post about her being bisexual). and she’s literally the only character fully coded this way. if you’re interested in why, just… google it. believe it or not, we aren’t google. but the key point is that she is doing a lot of what us lesbians perceive as compulsory heterosexuality. and they completely villainised a potential lesbian this season which is just falling into the same shit people have done over and over again. lesbians are bad, lesbians are racist, lesbians are this and fucking that and that pisses me off. if, by the off chance, she eventually is canonically declared as lesbian, i’m not sure i will rejoice or throw my phone through my computer screen. they ruined her character to me, they ruined a (coded) lesbian to me, a lesbian, simply because they wanted to put her to be the ignorant girl who keeps shitting all over sana.

and noora. man. i’m not too mad about noora as a character herself. she’s flawed, she has her good moments and shit. but she takes up so much of her own storyline from sana’s. it’s a mess. she’s talking about herself, her problems with dickhelm, and sure, that’s what friends do—talk about what bothers you. but we’re so frustrated that she’s once again on the screen, talking about the same old thing, and rip the minutes that could’ve been spent on sana from our hands.

don’t get me wrong. we all know that sana is a listener. but there’s a line. and they jump over it, time and time again.

and then there’s the misogyny in this fandom that needs to be addressed. and this is a harder one, because it’s hard to spot.

during the course of season three—up to this day, i see this shit—people keep shitting on sonja and emma for no other reason than them being girls who got hurt in the process. sonja? remember her? she got cheated on. and while even kept saying he felt controlled by her you somehow got the idea that she’s toxic. she isn’t. a toxic relationship would not end with isak thanking sonja for the help she’s given. she knows even and—well, at the most, she might have been a bit controlling because she doesn’t understand that even is his own person with or without his bipolar disorder.

and emma? she outed isak, which is fucked up and there’s no excuse. but stop thinking she’s the absolute villain to isak’s life because she’s a girl, who got hurt, in the process. accept that, move on, because isak sure did.

you thought i’d end there? really? nope. ain’t gonna happen. i’m gonna bring up vilde specifically again.

you think she’s just a dumb ignorant islamophobe? partially true. she’s islamophobic and is not a good friend to sana. she’s ignorant, yes. but you’re reducing her character to something she isn’t. you’re reducing her to the blonde dumb girl, which is just as shitty as people defending her islamophobic behaviour. her islamophobia does not correlate to her dealing with whatever she’s dealing with (compulsory heterosexuality, if you will), but if you reduce her to a two-dimensional character it’s quite misogynistic itself. if you’re woman and doing that—check yourself in the mirror.

same goes for noora, basically, but i don’t think anyone is genuinely despising her for anything else than the shitty line here and there and the serious screentime she’s clocking.

we also had a run in with the lovely subjects of biphobia and ableism too. you all can’t stop anywhere, can you?

since we aren’t discussing, let me just point out these things:

bisexuality does not equate to cheater. a cheater can be of any sexuality. the stereotype is that bisexual people are cheaters is harmful and it ends here. whether a bisexual person/character has cheated can be discussed without bringing in their bisexuality to the conversation.

and mental illness… it seems it’s harder for you to grasp this part. so let me put it this way: think of the most embarrassing shit you’ve done. called your teacher mum and everyone laughed? peed yourself in public? pretended to talk on the phone and your phone ended up ringing? whatever. the most embarrassing shit you’ve done. think of that. feel what you felt at that point. oh my god, what did people think of you?

do you want your crush or your partner of a few months know… that? say it involved a second person. say you… shat yourself on your best friend’s expensive, newly bought couch, felt so embarrassed you left the house and deleted all your social media and never answered their calls.

say your partner brings them up.

would you… tell them that?

i don’t mean to trivialise mental illness here (i’m struggling with my own). it’s much more complex (guilt, self-blaming, embarrassment, sadness) than what i’m saying here. i’m just breaking it down to a point where hopefully even the most abled person can understand.

you’re expecting someone who deals with this every day to just tell their partner. it’s not that easy. it’s a lot of compartmentalising that needs to be done, so you can tell that story without breaking down completely. what happened to even broke him enough to switch to a new school. that’s not something you just tell someone, regardless if you’re together with them, without having thought it through for weeks—even months—and analysed each possible turnout and reaction. that’s not something you tell someone unless you really, really, really need to.

that’s not to say that it’s… bad. that even and sana weren’t honest with isak from the start. but it’s what it is. even isn’t perfect. sana isn’t perfect. isak isn’t perfect. none of these characters are completely perfect. why not? because they’re supposed to be realistic, human and resound to us. we’re supposed to be able to relate to them, in a way.

lastly, but most importantly: stop thinking you’re so bloody entitled to send shitty asks to people, especially the muslims, people of colour and disabled people of this fandom.

now that i’ve said my piece, kindly don’t find your way into my inbox and think it’s time to discuss. as i said, it’s not up for discussion.

don’t understand what i’m talking about? congratulations, you just won the prize: read this post again until you get it.

peace the fuck out.

On callouts, positivity, and fandom

I have spent most of the day (and night- I even slept on it) mulling over whether to post this or not- but in the end I feel like I should say something.

To those who don’t know, a fanfiction writer in our Miraculous Ladybug fandom, deleted her fic due to a callout post which caused a lot of people to swoop in and make vicious, nasty, downright rude comments- a callout post which was made before the OP even contacted the fic author to discuss her work! Luckily I saw some rational, kind arguments from both sides, so I haven’t lost all hope. But I will be addressing the negative sides of this debate.

I am not here to talk about the fic itself, I’m not here to discuss “but Midnight! It was problematic” nope. That’s not part of the discussion. I don’t give a damn because at the end of the day, all I saw was a kind person- trying their best- being bullied. One person against hundreds of people. That’s not fair. That’s not right. Imagine how you would feel if that were you? It should not be happening in our fandom. It would be different if this person was deliberately and willfully spreading vitriol and hatred, spreading problematic ideals with the kind of “eff off I do what I want, I’m right and you’re wrong” mentality I’ve seen others possess- and they had a large enough following to essentially “protect” them. That was not the case here. 

This was a case of someone with a large follower count not thinking through the consequences of their words or actions (but has realised as such now and somewhat apologised) and as a result of their callout, discourse, drama, and bullying happened.

I’m here to take a different approach- one of sympathy and compassion. You all know me, it takes a lot for me to get angry and I scarcely ever comment on things like this. Because I despise drama, discourse, or any other version of “shit stirring” as we Brits like to call it.

But this person? The fanfic writer who was vilified by certain people in fandom? Yeah. She happens to be someone I know- and I had to watch her be utterly humiliated in a public, shameful fashion. That- to me- is completely unacceptable. She is a sweet, kind, caring person new to the world of writing, who was trying really hard to improve despite the fact that English is her THIRD language. She is devastated. Ask yourself how you would feel if something like this happened to you?

And now she’s traumatised enough to feel like she never wants to try writing again, despite the fact that I knew full well she was trying to improve the story (talking to actual people who experienced the content she was trying to write) so she could handle the story in a more realistic way- before she was quite ruthlessly called out and became so upset and embarrassed that she just ended up deleting the whole thing, believing that nobody would like her work ever again and that her fanfic writing career is dead.

The sheer hypocrisy of this website astounds me sometimes. How we can so desperately want to “set a good example” for the young people who follow us, and then proceed to do something as thoughtless as starting a witch hunt against one person? How is that better? How does that improve things? How does it “set a good example” to the young people who follow us? You think something in a community is wrong so you proceed to bully someone until they run away? Great job! What ever happened to constructive criticism? That really made this a safe space didn’t it? NOT.

We, as a fandom, are better than this. We should be lifting each other up, not tearing each other down. See something problematic? Critique, discuss, educate. For the love of god we owe it to each other! The world is a shitty, scary place enough as it is without turning on someone who had good intentions but whose execution was skewed.

Lord knows I’ve been triggered by things before in the past. Horrendously triggered- back when trigger warnings weren’t a thing and there was no way to prepare myself. But I didn’t do anything like this because I was always aware that there’s someone on the other end on the screen. There’s a person there.

And that’s what some people forgot yesterday I think- that on the other side of the screen there was a human being- a human being with different experiences to you, different levels of what they find acceptable, a human being looking at the world from perhaps a different lens to yours and their writing reflected as such.

Fanfic writers, by nature, are an island to themselves. We very rarely have anyone filtering our work. It makes sense to call out films, tv shows, media meant for consumption, because those things were seen by tens, if not hundreds, of people before they went to the viewing/paying public- they had a chance to be edited/problematic points considered. Fanfiction writers don’t have that luxury- so perhaps we should be a little more forgiving no?

Fanfiction writers, just like fan artists, are a part of this community too. They are real people. And, as mentioned before, we should be DISCUSSING and critiquing problematic content like rational, mature adults, setting good examples for the generations after us.

This is the last I’m going to say on the matter before I drop it once and for all. Like I said in an earlier post- this blog is a blog of positivity, of sharing love and spreading happiness to all! I believe, and will ALWAYS believe, in making the Miraculous Ladybug fandom a place where people can feel safe, where we spread joy and lift each other up, where we help each other improve in ways we could never possibly dreamed. I didn’t see that yesterday and that’s a shame. But I know we can keep getting better guys! I know we can make it so something  like this doesn’t happen again. I’ve already talked to the OP of the callout post and it was nice and friendly, and civil in the way I expect this fandom to be. OP has publicly apologised for the nature of the callout post and I’m glad for that! See? It doesn’t have to be so drama-llama-ding-dongy! It can be talky-talky-good-good! ^O^

So let’s all take a deep breath, move on, and continue to make this fandom the best one on tumblr ok? ^_^

anonymous asked:

harry x pansy social media au headcanons ? <3

This is a muggle au for the @slytherdornet and @hprarepairnet Summer Vacation Challenge!
You can also find this drabble on AO3.
Note: I HIGHLY enjoyed writing this. It was very humorous for me, and Harry James Potter is clueless. I love my son, and I love my daughter. This is dedicated to @provocative-envy cause I know she’ll appreciate this. 

Harry didn’t understand social media, just like he didn’t understand girls. He was awkward, and he knew it. But Ron insisted that he needed to find someone and try one of the popular dating apps. He needed to get laid this summer; it was finally time.

The only problem was that Harry didn’t know what social media apps were actually dating apps and what ones were strictly for over-sharing your life to strangers. He was too embarrassed to ask Ron for clarification, because he learned quickly that he actually did in fact live under a rock. He didn’t want to deal with Ron’s shocked expression and the constant teasing for months to come.

So, he scrolled through his new iPhone’s app store, and he rubbed his temple in frustration as he downloaded all the free popular social media apps he could think of. He took a drink from his black coffee and concentrated on how it felt flowing down the back of his throat. It was a nice distraction for a moment, before he decided to open up Instagram.

He heard this was the app that people his age liked to post pictures of their Cappuccinos on, and he stared at the Starbucks cup in his hand. 

People found this entertaining? He thought to himself. Why would anyone want to follow this pointless trend?

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21 Updated J2 Facts (TinHat Edition)

Enjoy this Tea! It’s pipping hot so be careful!

1.) Jared and Jensen shared a mortgage back when they lived together in the earlier seasons of Supernatural.

2.) Cliff (the J’s “bodyguard”) has posted on spn_gossip a few times.

3.) Jensen moved from California to Austin, Texas (literally down the street from Jared) to be closer to “friends” and “family” even though their hours away from where he lives and one of the only people/person Jensen really see’s is Jared.

4.) The J’s go on vacation together without their wives. (Example: Skiing in Whistler Canada)

5.) Geneieve Padalecki’s sister posted on spn_gossip saying and I quote: “What business of yours if they are gay and straight? They don’t owe you anything. You people sound vindictive and nasty.” Once she realized that she accidentally posted off anon, she deleted her comment. But it was too late, she’d already been caught lol.

6.) Both Jared and Gen got subliminally called out by Gen’s brother Ben Cortese on Facebook.

7.) Jim Beaver has admitted to reading on spn_gossip for many years, and has posted on there in the past as well.

8.) Jared “dated” Genevieve literally a few months after his breakup with Sandy. And was already talking about how he was in ‘love’ with her.

9.) Even after Sandra and Jared broke up, Danneel was still pictured hanging out with Sandy.

10.) The J’s engaged their ‘wives’ the same week. (Or was it a week from each other?) It doesn’t really matter, that alone screams fake because both the J’s claimed they didn’t know the other was purposing to their wives around that same time. And this is coming from the same two men who swear up and down they tell each other everything.

11.) Danneel got into a Twitter war with a Gossip Columnist when he suggested that her relationship with Jensen was fake and she was his beard. They argued back and forth, and after the argument she disappeared from Twitter for a long time, clearly embarrassed. 

12.) Both Jared and Jensen have worn each other’s clothes so many times, one would think they shared a closet. I don’t know, maybe that’s just me and my own thoughts though…

13.) Danneel and Geneieve didn’t attend one another’s weddings.

14.) Joanna Krupa (from The Real Housewives of Miami) said she used to beard for someone. (She dated Jensen her one and only famous boyfriend, although she is married now.) Also on the show another housewife accused her of being an escort and everyone knowing about it.

15.) Jensen named his daughter Justice JAY Ackles. Which wouldn’t be so strange if Jensen’s nickname for Jared wasn’t Jay…

16.) Sometimes the J’s don’t go to Austin to visit their wive’s and kids, and instead they choose to stay in Vancouver alone together on their off weekends.

17.) Sandra McCoy (Jared’s ex-girlfriend) once favorited a tweet on Twitter calling her Jared’s ex beard.

18.) Jensen babysat the kid’s while Jared was out.

19.) After Jared and Sandy broke up she sold almost everything he gave her on eBay lol.

20.) Jensen has two main homes in Austin. One of them a multi-million dollar house, while the other roughly cost a million dollars that he just bought recently. The two homes aren’t far from one another, and the rumor’s are that the 1 million dollar house is where Danneel lives/he bought it for her. (Jensen’s been pictured in the house recently.)

21.) In the past, Jensen has publicly stated his favorite ship is Wincest at a convention. (I thought I’d throw this in for all my Sam and Dean lovers!)

Video Link: Ackles Loves Wincest

(This is an updated list of/from the previous TinHat Fact post’s that I have made in the past. Most of this information my followers/or J2 Tinhat regulars already know. This is for everyone who doesn’t know and for all my new followers as well.)

Thank’s for reading! I sincerely hope that scolding hot tea didn’t burn you. Now let me show you around the party, shall we? I think you’ll enjoy it here in the amazing Tinhat community, we’ve even got top of the line food and expensive champagne. 

Originally posted by lifeofmarilynmonroe


- K

Bts Reaction | Finding Out You Write Fanfics About Them.

Request: hi hi im backkk *evil laughter* i would like to request a bts reaction to finding out you wrote fanfics about them!

I totally don’t worry about this on a constant basis. I would be so embarrassed omg.

Warning: Smutty references



Originally posted by gotjimin

He would stumble across a fic you wrote about him back before you knew him (or the other members) while looking for a new book to read. 

At first, he didn’t realise it, that was until he saw his name, to which he slammed the book shut and looked at the title. It read Spring Day by Y/n. He looked around before reopening it and continued reading a little further, he ended up reading it in one shot, before quickly placing it back up on your bookshelf, like he never touched it. 

When you finally came home he would try to act normal but you could tell something was off, he kept glancing over at you nervously. You finally brought it up to him and he told you he was fine and that it had been a long day is all. 

After dinner he went to take a shower, you sat down on the sofa only to notice your bookmark on the sofa, the bookmark that was in your fanfic that you had written about Jin. 

Panic would set in as you realised that is why he was acting weird is he found what you had written. He probably thought you were a crazy fan now, you went into your shared room and place the bookmark back in the book right as he walked out, his eyes opened wide when he saw you placing the bookmark back into the book. 

“Yah! Y/n I am sorry I thought it was just a random book I didn’t realise it was something personal!” he would frown worried that you would be angry and you couldn’t help but laugh. 

You told him you thought he would think you were a crazy fan. 

He smiled at your and kissed your forehead, and explained how he wasn’t angry or weirded out at all, but said he actually really enjoyed it and wanted you to write about him more often. 


Originally posted by remartins97

He knew his way around the internet, so you should’ve known better than to make it so obvious for him to find your website with your fics on it.

At first, he glanced over it thinking it was just a fan site that someone had created of the two of you, but he stopped and looked back at it closer, to see exactly what it said.

-Hi! I am Y/n and I write Bts Fanfics- 

He would chuckle and open it to find you hadn’t been active in a few years, even before the two of you had met a small music shop. 

He would start reading some of the ones about the other members and smiled at how good you could write, the stories were fluffy and cute and he liked them a lot, that as until he saw in bold the word SMUT. To which he smirked, he knew you were usually too shy to talk about that sort of thing with him so he was surprised to see that you wrote such dirty things.  

He opened it up to find a lot of the stories were about Namjoon and him. He clicked one about him and started to read it, his lip licked his bottom lip as it started to get into the details of the story. 

Just as he got to the good part you walked in quickly apologising for being late, he would jump and close down the screen and lock his computer and turn to you, with a composed look on his face. 

He would talk to you for a moment asking you about your day before he bit down on his lip and hummed “What do you think of people who write fanfics about me?” 

You eyes would open in panic for a moment before you reassured yourself there was no way he had found that old website, you hadn’t posted on it in so long you wouldn’t be surprised if the website had been deleted. 

You replied that you didn’t have a problem with it, to which he smirked sexily “well in that cases would you like to explain this then?” he said as he opened up his computer to show one of the stories you had written about him. 

You blushed cherry red and started to apologise over and over again to which he chuckled “i’m not mad, but I am really wanting to know how the sweet and shy y/n that I know can write out such dirty things online. You have been holding out on me baby girl” He would say as he inched closer to you and lick his bottom lip again. 

You would be embarrassed for weeks and begged and pleaded for him not to tell the other members about it. He promised not to say a word. (Ps, your bedroom life got very interesting from there on out haha)


Originally posted by rapmonabiased

He knew already. You admitted it to if not long after you started dating that at one point you had written fanfics about him and his fellow members. 

He had always wanted to read them but every time he would bring it up you would blush and tell him no.

One day he was going through some old boxes in your bedroom and stumbled across a huge binder filled with paper, he opened it thinking maybe it as your old school work only to see a photo of all the member. He smirked and looked around making sure you were still in the other room and opened it and started to read one of your angst filled stories about him. 

He gasped at how well your writing was and smiled wide at the fluff that followed. You walked in to see him reading it and stood there watching him as he engaged so heavily into your stories. 

That was until he came across one that was dirtier than the rest, he groaned quietly as he read it, you blushed and finally spoke up, his eyes slowly looking up to face yours, his eye was dark and hooded until he suddenly he snapped back into reality.

“Ay! I am sorry y/n I didn’t mean to find it!” he would hand it to you and practically run out of the room from embarrassment. You smirked as you looked down to see the part he was reading, a dirty story about him and you. 

You chuckled and closed it and went to go comfort him to find him on the sofa, you sat on his lap and kissed him sweetly apologising to him for not showing him earlier, but that the reason was because of that story. 

He would grip your hips firmly before looking back up at you, his eyes filled with lust, his cheeks still slightly red from his embarrassment. “You won’t need to write out that sort of thing ever again sweetie” 


Originally posted by choke-me-namjoon

He would find out through a crazy fan that wanted you both to break up. They would post on social media about your fics trying to expose and embarrass you. 

You would see and try to call him to explain before he saw it, but you were too late. He would seem a little upset at first asking why you were writing these things about him and the other members. 

Once you explained that it was back when they first debuted and you didn’t know them he would feel a little better about it, he would ask to come over to your place later to talk about it face to face. 

But, he read all of it, and as much as he wanted to be angry at you, the fluffy stories gave him serious feels, that was until he saw the one you wrote about him. It wasn’t like the rest of the members. It was dark, angsty and very very sexual. 

When he arrived at your home he closed the door and pinned you up against the wall “you like it when I call you daddy huh?” he would say as he smirked down at you.

You would blush bright red at the fact that he had seen the one fic you worried that he would see, you looked at your feet to embarrassed to reply.

He wasn’t having it, he would put his finger under your chin and make you stare him in the eyes, his eyes dark and lustful. 

You would stammer over your words and he would smirk knowing your answer, kissing your lips hard and roughly until you finally pushed him away and asked if he was angry.

“I am furious, but that doesn’t matter right now, I think my baby girl needs to be punished.”


Originally posted by wellhell0therenicetomeetyou

He would ask to borrow your computer to email his manager about some choreography he has been working on since his computer was broken. 

You protested at first because you knew your fics were on it but finally caved when he gave his signature pouty face.

He got to work emailing his manager as you jumped in the shower. He went through your files to look for the one he had saved, making sure it was saved properly before he got off your computer when he saw a folder labelled fics.

Of corse being the curious boy that he is he opened it to find a folder of each of his fellow members, including him. His eyes went wide as he looked at the bathroom door before opening a file about him, reading the fluffy content that was inside.

When you came out you saw him staring intently at the screen, a smile spread across his face, he didn’t even notice you had walked back into the room until you cleared your throat.

He would jump and look up at you. “YOU WRITE FICS ABOUT US!” he would blurt out before placing your computer to the side and jumping up to hug you and kiss your cheek.

He would gush over how good your writing was and say how cute it was and how he wanted to be like the Jimin you wrote about. 

You explained to him that they were really old and that you preferred the Jimin you were in love with now over that Jimin to which he would blush and kiss your lips sweetly and pick you up and snuggle you into his chest.

“I love you y/n”


Originally posted by helendrv

He would ask you randomly about it. 

“How do you think people write me in fanfics?” 

You would be caught off guard because you hadn’t told him you used to write fanfics about him before you met him in person. 

You would shrug and told him that they probably wrote him as cute a bubbly Taehyung. 

He would lay down on the sofa and look at you as you walked over, ruffling his hair before his face went serious. “Do you think they write dirty things about me”

You replied out loud that you did before you covered your mouth realising you said it out loud instead of thinking it.

He smirked and looked up at you “what did you say?”

you rolled your eyes and tried to shake it off but he wasn’t having it, he protested until you told him that you used to write about him and the other members.

He would ask to see them and you showed him all the stories, even the dirty ones. He would get turned on when he got to his dirty story and you would end up moving things into the bedroom soon afterwards. 


Originally posted by officialwookkibby

You were at home watching a live interview that your boyfriend, Jungkook and the rest of Bts where on. When the Mc asked Jungkook how he felt about how his girlfriend wrote fanfics about him and his members.

His eyes would fill with shock, giving off his signature Jungshook meme look before composing himself and replying that you didn’t write such silly things.

You face palmed, you knew you should have deleted that blog you used to write Bts fanfics on. You never imagined that first you would be dating Jungkook and second that it would ever be found by any of the members ever. 

The Mc chuckled and handed him a paper with what you assumed was one of the fics you had written on it. The members crowded around and all started to snicker as they started reading, more so at Jungkooks face then at the story itself. 

His ears turned bright red the embarrassment written all over his face. 

Namjoon would speak up and move passed the situation quickly before Jungkook could reply.

He didn’t speak much after that and just nodded and would glance daggers at the camera, he knew you were watching and you knew well that those were meant for you and no one else. 

After the broadcast ended your phone began to ring, you picked it up and apologise over and over again. 

“So you really do write that stuff about me….” before you could explain he said he wanted to speak with you in person and more privately. 

He would meet at your house the next day and you both would talk about it, he would be calmer and collected about it. He asked you to take the blog down and he said he did read the story and he said you were a good writer but she didn’t want anyone else to see those stories.

He secretly loved them but he didn’t want either of you to get any more media backlash about it so he had saved them privately to his computer and once and while would pull them up and read them from time to time in private. 



What Do YOU Want? Pt. 6

A Kwon Jiyong series ft. Kim Jiwon

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Word count: 3,500+

Summary: The most important person in the world to you can appear most often when you least expect it. But through everything, you can’t forget about you and your own happiness. Who are you happy with? Who is the best for you?

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 … Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 

(A/N: Yowza, the next part won’t be this long, I promise!! I just really loved writing this one, though this part probably contains the least amount of Jiyong thus far. As always, I hope you all enjoy it!!!)

Originally posted by magikasa

“For the fifth time, yes, we’ll make sure you get a wig with short black hair.”

You were nearing the end of what turned out to be a surprisingly difficult rehearsal with iKon and were responding to all questions in between your panting. All along it had been extremely entertaining and your difficulty breathing mainly came from how often you’d burst out laughing at the way the 7 men attempted to be feminine. You should have accounted for the amount of effort it would take to get these boys to dance the way girl groups do.

“Short black hair will just work the best with my face. It’s my concept.” Junhoe was insistent, as per usual, that his good looks be maintained throughout the performance and the rest of you had a good laugh whenever it was brought back up.

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Unknown Number

Summary: Dan decides to have a little fun when he starts receiving dirty texts from an unknown number. It’s all fun and games, but he’ll never guess who he is actually texting.

Word Count: 1630

Warnings: Glorious sexting smut

A/N: This is the first smut phanfic I’ve ever written so I hope it wasn’t too cringey. Excuse me while I go hide in the corner and pray my mother never finds my Tumblr.

The night was winding to a close in the Dan and Phil flat. Phil had retired to his room and Dan remained on the sofa in his infamous browsing position. All was normal in the household, but not for long. It was half past three when Dan received the text. He was contemplating going to bed until he read what the unknown number had written:

Hey sexy. You still awake?

Dan had no idea who the text could be from. He would ask his best mate Phil if he knew the number, but he was certain that Phil was probably somewhere off in unicorn lion dreamland by now. Dan quickly typed a reply:

Who is this? How did you get this number?

He instantly started to panic. The thought of his actual cell phone number getting out for the whole world to see was all too much for Dan. The anonymous number soon replied:

Doesn’t matter. All that really matters is how good I could make you feel.

This was creepy. Too creepy. Dan didn’t like where this was going. Dan typed his reply:

Idk who you are but I’m blocking you. Goodbye.

He should have blocked the number right then and there. He knew he should have, but he didn’t. For reasons unbeknownst to him, he decided to wait.

It’s okay, Dan. I’m not a phangirl. Just a guy who wants to show you a good time.

Dan read the text again and again. He would be lying if he said part of him wasn’t a little curious. Dan replied://

Not interested.

After several minutes with no reply he decided that he had successfully gotten rid of the person. He continued scrolling Tumblr. He was just about to reblog a Kanye GIF when his phone buzzed again:

Are you sure? Because I think I could change your mind ;)

Dan’s face was painted with a cocky grin as he sent his reply:

Oh really?

After sending it he realized that it sounded a little less like sarcasm and a little more like a challenge. Either way he was kind of excited to see their response. His phone buzzed and he couldn’t believe what was on his screen. Dan’s face was plastered with shock as he had unmistakably received a dick pic from the unknown number. He wanted to block the number and delete the texts all together, but he couldn’t look away. He felt himself getting hard as he scanned his eyes over the stranger’s cock. Usually Dan would have had better judgment, but the growing member in his pants argued that there was no harm in playing along with the stranger’s games, at least for another message or two to hear what they had to say. Dan typed his response:

Is that really you?

The stranger replied:

Why, do you like what you see?

Dan typed:

Depends on if you’re a stalker or a crazy fangirl

Their reply:

Trust me, love, it’s a safe bet that I’m not

Dan smiled at the response. The stranger seemed so genuine and real, but he had to be sure. He just couldn’t risk it otherwise. Dan responded with a request:

Need a pic with your face in it then

The stranger quickly replied:

Not going to happen just yet

Dan knew it couldn’t be that easy. He wracked his brain for an idea. He remembered seeing posts about online dating and to have the person send a pic holding up a piece of paper with your name to avoid getting catfished. He supposed this was really no different.

Write my name on your hand and wrap it around your cock for me

He couldn’t believe that he had just typed that sentence to a random stranger. He knew if it really was a fan, it would be all over Tumblr by morning. He pushed his nerves aside and took a glance at the new photo he received of the mysterious stranger. Sure enough, it was Dan’s name written on a ghostly pale hand, wrapped around the same cock he had seen in the picture before.

The stranger typed:

Sorry it’s written upside down. Couldn’t quite get the angle right.

Dan replied:

You have a really nice cock, by the way

The stranger replied:

I do and you’d be sucking it if you were here.

Dan said:

Oh would I be?

The stranger:

Yep. Right before I put it in that tight little ass of yours

This conversation was getting out of control but Dan didn’t care. His cock was getting painfully hard and was in dire need of attention. He didn’t even bother to go back to his bedroom. It was late, he knew Phil was probably not going to be getting up anytime soon. He unzipped his pants and took his throbbing length in his hand. He was so caught up in pleasing himself that he forgot to send a reply. His phone soon buzzed with a message from his new friend.

The stranger:

What’s the matter, Danny? Too busy touching yourself

Dan’s left hand was occupied at the moment, so he used his non-dominant hand and struggled to type a reply:

zre u?

The stranger:

I’ll take that as a yes. Care to send me a pic?

Now, Dan knew that it was probably not the greatest idea to send a random stranger a picture of his dick, but in that moment he really didn’t care. He wasn’t ready for the conversation to end yet. He touched himself with his right hand and used his left to find the perfect angle to show his length off to his mysterious new texting buddy. He hit send and waiting for a reply.

The stranger:

Fuck, you are so hot.

Dan replied:

What would you do to me?

The stranger:

I’d start by sucking that hard cock of yours.

Dan replied:

And then?

The stranger:

Maybe if you were a good little boy I’d rim you before I fucked you

Dan felt himself getting closer and closer. He put his phone down so he could give his cock the full attention that it deserved. He saw the words flash across his screen.

The stranger:

So close…

Dan reached for his phone and typed a quick reply:

Me too

The stranger:

Cum for me, Daniel

Dan reached for the phone with his available hand. Reading the text sent him over the edge. He came hard into his hand, writhing beneath his own touch. He took a moment to catch his breath before snapping a pic of his cum soaked shirt as evidence for his new little friend. Moments later Dan received a picture in reply. It was a bare stomach with milky white skin, covered in an equally white substance.

The stranger:

See what you do to me?

Dan laid back on the sofa and slowly started to come back to his senses. He sent one final text to the stranger.


How did you get this number anyway?

Dan waited a few minutes and then gave up. He figured that he would probably never know who the stranger with the nice cock was, and decided to write it off as a fun little one-time experience. He deleted the messages, but chose not to block the number, just in case the stranger was ever up for a good time again. Dan returned to his room and stripped himself down to his boxers. He heard no noise or signs that Phil was still awake through the paper thin walls, which was a relief. He would have died from embarrassment if Phil would have heard the noises he was making earlier in the lounge. Dan fell asleep quickly, feeling satisfied from the night’s encounter.

Dan woke up the next morning feeling refreshed. He could hear the shower running. Phil was already awake and starting the day, as usual. He put on a fresh pair of boxers and pulled on a clean black t-shirt. He didn’t bother to squeeze into a pair of skinny jeans, and decided his mario boxers would suffice for this morning, as it was just him and Phil today. He walked into the kitchen and retrieved a bowl for his cereal. Dan searched for his favorite box of cereal everywhere, but he couldn’t seem to find it. Soon after Dan began his search, Phil entered the room with a towel around his shoulders covering his Pokemon t-shirt and a pair of blue plaid boxers on his lower half.

“Phil, have you seen my cereal?” Dan asked as he turned to face Phil. When Dan’s cereal went missing, Phil was usually always the one to blame.

“Yeah, Dan. It’s right here.” Phil answered. He reached across the counter and retrieved the box from a tesco bag. Dan’s eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets. He couldn’t believe that he saw. In faded sharpie and familiar big bold letters the word DAN was smudged on Phil’s right hand. Dan froze in panic. He was unable to move and his tongue was unable to speak. Phil handed Dan the box of cereal and he couldn’t take his eyes off the name scribbled on Phil’s hand.

“Thanks” Dan mumbled. It was all he could manage to stutter out. His panic seemed to go unnoticed by Phil, who was preoccupied by pouring himself a bowl of his own cereal.

“You slept late today. What were you up to last night?” Phil asked with a smirk. Dan tried to pretend he didn’t notice the evidence on Phil’s hand.

“You know, just the usual.” Dan said with a nervous laugh. He wanted to ignore the situation, but he had to ask, “What about you?”

“Oh, I went to bed early. I was really worn out.”

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for all the honest world to feel (trixya) (3/8) - dare

Adore popped the last bit of her french toast into her mouth. “You wanna get high and talk it out?” she said.

Brian stared at her.

She swallowed and shrugged. “I dunno. It works for me.”

(AN: sorry for the late update, i’ve been on vacation! However, this came out about twice as long as i meant for it to be, so hopefully that makes up for it? also i realized i haven’t said it before now but the title comes from “pancho and lefty” by townes van zandt, which was covered by trixie here. as usual, I (mainly) use “he” for brian&katya and “she” for adore. also, i’ve messed with a few timelines here and there because i’m lazy, and i’m not gonna apologize for that.

this week on “honest world”: more sadness. more bad jokes. stuff is stressful; brian and adore get high. brian and katya put some feelings on the table.) 

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anonymous asked:

So I saw what requests you have in your inbox and didn't see mine, so I thought that tumblr deleted it. I'm sorry if you already have it! How would Lithuania, America, Iceland and Prussia react to s/o who they thought was always happy and cheerful coming to them and telling them she/he has depression?

Oh dear! This seems to be a reoccurring problem, I know other Admins have trouble with Tumblr eating asks sometimes too. I’m really sorry sugar, and thank you for being smart and double checking with me, because no I didn’t have it. I actually went back and checked my activity again and did not see it. However, because I’ve only been helping on this blog for a little while, it’s entirely possible it got swallowed up by Cookie Monster Tumblr before I became an admin, in which case, it would be hard for me to find. So I’m taking your word for it, anon. After this, I’m going to keep a better eye on the asks in my activity so that if it doesn’t show up in the inbox, I can write a post and ask the person to resend it. 

So I decided to write yours up real quick because I feel it’s only fair, but tomorrow (unless Mun Kai completes them, up to them), I will work on the two I mentioned were in the inbox and then the new ones I just got. I also want to say that I am always available for anyone who may need to talk, but that professional help is the best move to make, especially in the case of mental illness. Please, if anyone is struggling, I can give you a lot of resources and lend an ear, never be afraid. <3 

Iceland: When his s/o first confesses the truth to him, Iceland’s immediate reaction will be anger. Not at his s/o, no never! At himself, for not recognizing that they were in pain all this time! He wouldn’t show this to his s/o (or try his best not to at least), but on the inside he’d be very conflicted. He was a bit isolated growing up and there are a lot of things that he has trouble with, but still this is his s/o! After a moment, he’d pull them close, blushing a bit as he admits that he loves them and wants to be there for them in anyway that they need it. While the words would be a tiny bit embarrassing, he’s completely sincere and it’s important to him that his s/o is aware of this. So important in fact that he wouldn’t even speak to the other Nordics about what’s going on, because he respects that this is serious and between his s/o and him only. He would try to find ways to prove that he cares and it’s one night while they’re looking at the Auroras that he realizes he can’t do this alone. Though it hurts to know he’s not enough in this situation, Iceland would tell his s/o that the best option for them would be getting real help from someone who knows what they’re doing.

Lithuania: Toris would be so upset, oh poor dear. He keeps questioning himself internally when he learns the truth, because he feels like he should have been able to help them in some way. Of course he knows that depression doesn’t work like that and that it’s a good sign they’re coming to him to talk about it, because it means that his s/o trusts him. Still, he would take their hands in his and tell them right away that he loves them so much and that he’s sorry he didn’t realize the truth earlier. After a gentle hug and some time just holding each other, he would ask them if they’re comfortable talking about it a little more to him. Though he doesn’t consider himself depressed he does understand where his s/o is coming from once they explain. Living under Russia and being separated from Poland can be difficult sometimes. But he has his s/o now and they have him, and he’d tell them that with sincerity. There’s no need to hide things from him s/o, though of course he won’t push if they don’t want to talk. Toris will be a lot more aware from now on, that’s for sure. After doing a little research on his own, he’d encourage his s/o to seek help and of course, he’ll be moral support. 

America: He would be very confused and startled. He’s not always the most observant guy out there but still this is his s/o and he would think that if he should be able to read anyone it’s his s/o. He decides to talk to his s/o in one of his rare serious moments and really try and work through not only what’s going on with them, but why they felt the need to hide it from him. When he realizes that mental illness is complicated and it wasn’t necessarily that they didn’t trust him, he’d be a bit more relaxed. Still, Alfred would feel out of his element and unsure how else to help his s/o. He reassures them that they can always be honest with him and don’t need to hide the reality of their mental illness behind fake smiles. He loves them even with their mental illness and just wants to help them. He would also buy them anything he thought might cheer them up a little, even if only for a moment. He knows it won’t truly help in the long run but it hurts him to see them so broken. He would end up deciding to ask his s/o if they’re willing to go get some professional help, because he’s scared he won’t be enough to truly help them. The fact that he would ask for help shows how much Alfred really cares about his s/o. 

Prussia: Gilbert would be very understanding and supportive, immediately. Though he will never admit to anyone besides his s/o, he has dealt with his fair share of dark times, mentally. He’s always felt very alone and like he wasn’t truly a nation, and this has led to him being depressed. However, he tries his hardest to ignore these feelings and by projecting that he’s awesome and doing well to others, he can make himself believe it too. So his main focus would be making sure his s/o knows that he wants to be there for them and that’s he not going to think it’s something they can just brush off. He knows how serious it is and would really talk in depth about it to them, because he doesn’t want them to put it off any longer. Gilbert would start thinking up ways that he can help improve their mood on a day-to-day to basis, such as inviting them to exercise with him, taking them out to do fun things, or if they don’t want to do anything at all, just laying with them and holding them. Eventually though he would insist on them seeing a professional because he doesn’t want them to end up like him, hiding away all his problems.

-Mod Lily

A Thorough and Honest Rebuttal of the ‘Apology Post’ by Melody Howler

[Direct quotes from the audio post made by her are in bold, things in brackets are me explaining audio discrepancies, and non-bolded things are my response to those parts]

@melodyhowler13 @druid-for-hire @blackcatarts @bunny-yams

Okay, Look

To all those who know what I did… I know it was wrong and I tried to fix it. but… earlier today I was looking through the notifications I missed while I slept last night, and one thing just sorta caught my eye a little.

It was it was like… not really the best thing they could have said, like, it was something like at the end of this, they said that- they said they called me a cunt and a bitch, and they said I hope I get slapped [slapped or stabbed, I really couldn’t tell] a thousand times.

Fuck… this isn’t, that’s not okay okay? i know what I did wasn’t okay either, but don’t tell people to get slapped a thousand times [murmurs something about crying] I..I  just I don’t know. I’m sorry okay?

You know what? I agree. I told people (at first) to be polite to you in their efforts, however upon the second instance of your theft, I was fed up and completely done with your antics. Also, I remind you that as I am not the only person you have stolen from, I cannot be held directly accountable for the actions taken against you by other parties.

There’s an apology.

There’s the fucking apology you guys all want.

Wow! Over a month late and after you called me a liar! Gee, thank you so much for your never-ending kindness and honesty, which are truly two of your greatest strengths! (please note the sarcasm here) Please ma’am, may I have another?

I took… I’m trying to work on getting a description in that druid-for-hire video or however you pronounce it-don’t really know and…I tried… I took the stolen fics off my page but I-the reason why I didn’t put the link to the post was because at the time I didn’t know how, I didn’t know how to put the individual post there from another person, like, I tried to go onto a page and do it, but I didn’t know you could just click the notes and go to the individual thing, I didn’t know you could do that so ..I… I’m sorry for that.

Oh wow, really? You didn’t look up at the search bar and see the url of the post? All you would have had to do was copy and paste the url, instead of copy+pasting the whole fic. You directly claimed to write the fic, and received compliments for your ‘skill’ without batting an eye. In fact, if you truly just wanted more people to see my work and could think of no other way than posting to AO3 without my permission, then I ask, why didn’t you put in the description that it wasn’t your fic? Furthermore, why didn’t you put it in the notes at the beginning? Or at the end? Or even in the comments, where you were so quick to delete people like @birdietheangel and @badromantics calling you out on your theft? You clearly knew how to add notes, a description, and even reply to comments on AO3, so you can’t say that it was due to a lack of technical knowledge.

That the stolen fics… I just had this really bad case of artblock and I didn’t know what I was doing, and I saw those fics and they were really really awesome ones, so there’s a fucking compliment…not gonna make amends not gonna make up for what I did I know. But you you’ve gotta let me try here.

Jam, I’m sorry.

I-I don’t even…but to this one person, blazin-asian-art ..don’t insult me please? I already get enough insults in school, middle school sucks and advanced classes suck, and I already have enough stress going through my mind right now, and I don’t need that okay?

You’re in middle school? You know, when I first heard you say that, I was floored! I had been mad at and making people be mad at a middle schooler

And then I remembered that I’m in middle school, too. Once again, your excuses present themselves to be flimsy after being listened to once.

And I’m sorry for hurting you guys and your friends but back to the explanation to the stolen fics, I’m sorry, I ramble a lot.

I did that because I thought they were really cool, and I just was being fucking stupid, and I-I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…


I’m sorry - I wanted- I was stupid, and I’m just fucking stupid why am I even in advanced classes in school anyways?  I’m fucking stupid I’m fucking stupid okay?

And here we see you guilt-tripping us! If you were actually embarrassed and upset about this, why the fuck would you post it? What, did you think that since it’s an audio post, people won’t/can’t call you out for what you said? Also, you’re in advanced classes? What the fuck? I have a B- in English. Not advanced English, mind you, normal English class for us plebeians.

I’m sorry I’m gonna stop this here okay?

I’m sorry.

Please, forgive me.

I was stupid, I know.

Here, at this particular point, is where I get really mad. You say you were being stupid, and you know what? You’re almost right! Stealing not just one, but three of the fics I worked so hard to write, and trying to pass them off as your own without even so much as changing the title- that was kind of stupid.

But you aren’t actually sorry, are you? 

If you were sorry, you would have apologized the first time, and taken down the fics.

If you were sorry, you would have deleted the fics instead of orphaning them.

If you were sorry, you wouldn’t have called me a liar.

If you were sorry, you wouldn’t have tried to repost the stolen fics to Wattpad.

“Dear Jam,

What I did was wrong, and the way I reacted to it even more so. Stealing fic is not okay, and I would very much like to accept your offers of writing lessons, as I have written original fanfiction before, and wish to heighten the amount of notes I get due to my own talent and skill. I’m very sorry, and I hope you can forgive me.

Sincerely, Melody Howler.”

You see that? That’s an actual apology, and one I would have readily accepted at any point at all during this drama! Feel free to use it, we already know you don’t have any issue trying to pass off my work as your own.

Love, jamisahivemind

Sombra x Fem!Reader

I’m giving a huge shout out to: @agent221b@loverocksin, Tactican_CWolf, MotherRussia543, you guys helped me with this story and i’m so happy that you did!! Thank you so much!!  


*(H/N)= Hero name.

~A few months ago~
You grinned as you signed onto your website so you could talk with your fans about the new person who joined your team. You logged in and started writing a post. 

(H/N) posted a status:
‘Omg guys! A new hero joined the team!!! I’m so excited! She is also pretty sexy if I do day do myself~. And I do say so, but is it weird to say that because she joined just a few hours ago?’

angent221b commented on your status:  Sexy? Yes. Weird to say? Hell no. She’s a very good looking woman

Taylor commented on your status:
‘Dude, that’s kinda weird to say that so soon, but eh it’s your opinion… Anyways, congrats on the new team mate, hope you guys keep up on, yknow, saving the world and what not!’

MotherRussia543 commented on your status: ’ Nah it’s not weird at all, it can’t be helped she is so sexy. I might even call dibs on her ;)’ 

Tactican_CWolf commented on your status: ‘That’s more than weird, to be honest. It’s more creepy than anything. Are you already checking the rookie out (H/N)?’ 

(H/N) replied to the comments: ‘Mmmmm maybe you guys are right, and maybe I am Tactican. Anyway thanks for the feed back guys! I love you guys but I gotta long off Morrison’s making us train earlier then usual so night guys!’ 

MotherRussia538 replied to your comment: *pouts* That Morrison is always taking you away. I guess I can’t be help though night.’ 

 Taylor replied to your comment: ‘Alrighty! Take care and be careful during training, save those injuries for the big battle yeah? Love you too!’ 

Tactican_CWolf replied to your comment:  'Night (H/N). Btw, get to actually know a person before you start whistling at them. It’ll make things less awkward.’ 

agent221b replied to your comment: ‘Night (H/n), tell Morrison not to train you guys to hard (or kill you after telling him) <3’  

 You signed off and stretch as you got out of your seat and turned off the laptop. You were about to get into bed when you heard a knock at the door. You opened it to see Jesse McCree (your best friend) and he held up his phone on the last status you updated. 

 “You know darlin, she can hack into your account and see what you posted.” He said with a smirk and watched as you went pale. You opened and closed your mouth like a fish out of water and quickly went to the laptop and logged back in ad Jesse looked over your shoulder. 

 (H/N) posted a status: ‘Oh shit guys as I was getting in bed I remembered (Well Jesse told me) her skill is hacking!!! Omg I’m so screwed if she finds out that I kinda, sorta really, like her! I think I should delete the status?!’ 

 Tactican_CWolf commented on your status: ‘Not gonna lie. I hope she does. It’ll be comedic and the best thing to happen in weeks. Even if you do delete it, I’m pretty sure she’ll still find it. Hacking I pretty useful.’ 

 Taylor commented on your status: 'Okay! It would be best to delete the status! Don’t let her find out until your ready, okay my guy?’

agent221b commented on your status: Delete it. delete it immediately.  

MotherRussia538 commented on your status: 'XD good luck with that, girls have a sensor for stuff like that she’ll find out for sure. Wish you luck!’ 

(H/N) replied to the comments: 'Okay agent221b I’m deleting it and if she reads this RIP ME. If I die I’ll have Jesse come on here and notify you.’ 

 “Sounds like a deal! See ya in the mornin (Y/N)” Jesse said and kissed the top of your head before leaving the room. You groaned and turned back to the laptop to read the replies. 

 MotherRussia538 replied to your comment: Nooo we need you. Don’t die just yet, we need to know what happens!

Taylor replied to your comment: 'Let’s just hope she thinks this is a random status aha!’ 

Tactican_CWolf replied to your comment: 'Good luck ya idiot. This is what ya get.’

agent221b replied to your comment:   I’ll say something sweet at your funeral, (H/N). Good luck!

You went back into your profile and deleted the whole statuses involving anything to do with Sombra. You took a deep breath and turned off the laptop again before actually getting into bed. 

 *A few months later* 

 “Come on Sombra! It will be fun!” Hana told her and leaned over her shoulders. 

“Give me a different dare.” Sombra said and Jamison shook his head. “No can do! You picked dare and this is what Gabriel chose.” Lena said The dare was to have Sombra hack into (Y/N)’s account and read her deleted statuses. Sombra didn’t want to because she liked you and felt like that would be an invasion of privacy to you.

 Sombra sighed and opened her laptop. She hacked into your account and pulled up your deleted statuses. She quickly shut the laptop and everyone looked at her. 

 “She’s in her room if ya wanna speak with her.” Jesse whispered to Sombra with a tilt of his hat. 

 “What did she write about?” Lena asked and Jesse smirked knowing what it was. 

 “It was nothing important just some embarrassing photos.” She stood up and headed to your room. You sat on your bed on your laptop reading some stories and fan messages. You heard a knock on the door and sighed. 

 “Go away cowboy I’m not in the mood.” You called out not even bothering to open the door.  

“Wrong person.” Sombra said as she walked in and locked the door. You froze mid type and looked up at her. “H-hey Sombra, uhhhhh what did you need and why did you lock the door?” You asked and shut your laptop. She smirked and sat in front of you on your bed. 

 “I had some very interesting information shown to me.” She told you and opened the laptop and showed you the deleted statuses. Your face went pale and she shut the laptop and set it aside along with yours. You laughed nervously and cleared your throat. 

 “W-well you see uhhh…” You went silent and stared at her. “I can’t get myself out if this one can I?” You said with a grimace “Well I would have gone easier in you if you just would have told me. That way I could have told you I liked you back. And I don’t find it weird, only because I felt the same way when I first saw you.” She told you and you smiled. 

You leaned forward and kissed her taking a giant leap. Sombra froze for a moment before kissing you back. She pulled away and you nodded. “You never did tell me why you locked the door.” You whispered and she grinned. “I’m going to show you how sexy I can be~” 

 Extra: (H/N) posted a status: 'Well she found them…on the plus side I didn’t die (which made McCree happy) and I now have a girlfriend so awesome!’ 

Tactican_CWolf commented on your status: 'How the f**k did you manage to get the girl!?’ 

 MotherRussia538 commented on your status: 'Dang you got some skill to pull that and come out with a girlfriend​.’ 

 agent221b commented on your status: What a strangely successful accident. 

Taylor commented on your status: 'What! No way! Omg! Congrats! I’m so happy for you! And Im glad to hear that you didn’t die!’

@holtzyrans suggested doing writing sprints, and I’ve had this idea based off this post by @nomorelonelydays in my head for the past few days. So this was 15 minutes, 745 words, and I will be continuing it, the time just ran out and I went over anyway ! Kent/Tater, accounting teacher!Kent, Falconer!Mashkov, Tinder AU.

The first time Kent gets tinder, he swipes a few times, runs into one of his TAs, and immediately deletes the application.

Jason never mentions it, so Kent never mentions it, so it never gets mentioned – all Kent can do is hope he was the first swiper, not the second swipee, and that Jason didn’t have to his description of, “ I like my cat more than I’ll like you, probably. “

The second time Kent gets tinder, he’s finished a bottle of red to himself, in a wine glass that’s almost comically large, and he’s right on the line of feeling lonely but not quite sorry for himself. Yet. Since his fear the first time was recognition, and his driving factor this time is the warm, buzzing feeling in his veins that makes every shift on the couch shoot a thrill down his body, he decides not to pretend he’s here for anything else.

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He woke up like this (seriously)

TLDR: In which Javert is a super skeptical art professor, Grantaire has no chill, and Enjolras’ existence is doubted because he is literally too flawless to be real.

(Based on this post.)

So the thing was this: saying Enjolras is sort of good-looking is the same thing as saying he’s sort of amazing, which is patently wrong. Correct answer: Enjolras is beautiful. That’s the best way to describe him. “Attractive” is too vague, “gorgeous” is too corny, and “cool” is a gigantic lie because Enjolras is a nerd. An intensely passionate, terrifyingly brilliant nerd. But still a nerd.

Bottomline and absolute truth: Enjolras is beautiful. And he was Grantaire’s boyfriend. And when Grantaire tentatively asked him to be his model for a couple (a lot) of his pieces, Enjolras said yes. So like, Grantaire shouldn’t be blamed at all for drawing him. Or painting him. Or sculpting him.

He dares anyone with half an ability to produce any kind of art to not be inspired when they look at Enjolras’ face. Or hands. Or thighs. Or everything.

Grantaire always knew that Enjolras would bleed into other aspects of his life, and for the most part it was expected, because they’ve known each other for a long time. Their lives were already intertwined way before they got together.

He just never thought that its effects would be something like this.

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Satan's Wifey - rebloged suicide note


If you are reading this, it means that I have committed suicide and obviously failed to delete this post from my queue.

Please don’t be sad, it’s for the better. The life I would’ve lived isn’t worth living in… because I’m transgender. I could go into detail explaining why I feel that way, but this note is probably going to be lengthy enough as it is. To put it simply, I feel like a girl trapped in a boy’s body, and I’ve felt that way ever since I was 4. I never knew there was a word for that feeling, nor was it possible for a boy to become a girl, so I never told anyone and I just continued to do traditionally “boyish” things to try to fit in.

When I was 14, I learned what transgender meant and cried of happiness. After 10 years of confusion I finally understood who I was. I immediately told my mom, and she reacted extremely negatively, telling me that it was a phase, that I would never truly be a girl, that God doesn’t make mistakes, that I am wrong. If you are reading this, parents, please don’t tell this to your kids. Even if you are Christian or are against transgender people don’t ever say that to someone, especially your kid. That won’t do anything but make them hate them self. That’s exactly what it did to me.

My mom started taking me to a therapist, but would only take me to christian therapists, (who were all very biased) so I never actually got the therapy I needed to cure me of my depression. I only got more christians telling me that I was selfish and wrong and that I should look to God for help.

When I was 16 I realized that my parents would never come around, and that I would have to wait until I was 18 to start any sort of transitioning treatment, which absolutely broke my heart. The longer you wait, the harder it is to transition. I felt hopeless, that I was just going to look like a man in drag for the rest of my life. On my 16th birthday, when I didn’t receive consent from my parents to start transitioning, I cried myself to sleep.

I formed a sort of a “fuck you” attitude towards my parents and came out as gay at school, thinking that maybe if I eased into coming out as trans it would be less of a shock. Although the reaction from my friends was positive, my parents were pissed. They felt like I was attacking their image, and that I was an embarrassment to them. They wanted me to be their perfect little straight christian boy, and that’s obviously not what I wanted.

So they took me out of public school, took away my laptop and phone, and forbid me of getting on any sort of social media, completely isolating me from my friends. This was probably the part of my life when I was the most depressed, and I’m surprised I didn’t kill myself. I was completely alone for 5 months. No friends, no support, no love. Just my parent’s disappointment and the cruelty of loneliness.

At the end of the school year, my parents finally came around and gave me my phone and let me back on social media. I was excited, I finally had my friends back. They were extremely excited to see me and talk to me, but only at first. Eventually they realized they didn’t actually give a shit about me, and I felt even lonelier than I did before. The only friends I thought I had only liked me because they saw me five times a week.

After a summer of having almost no friends plus the weight of having to think about college, save money for moving out, keep my grades up, go to church each week and feel like shit because everyone there is against everything I live for, I have decided I’ve had enough. I’m never going to transition successfully, even when I move out. I’m never going to be happy with the way I look or sound. I’m never going to have enough friends to satisfy me. I’m never going to have enough love to satisfy me. I’m never going to find a man who loves me. I’m never going to be happy. Either I live the rest of my life as a lonely man who wishes he were a woman or I live my life as a lonelier woman who hates herself. There’s no winning. There’s no way out. I’m sad enough already, I don’t need my life to get any worse. People say “it gets better” but that isn’t true in my case. It gets worse. Each day I get worse.

That’s the gist of it, that’s why I feel like killing myself. Sorry if that’s not a good enough reason for you, it’s good enough for me. As for my will, I want 100% of the things that I legally own to be sold and the money (plus my money in the bank) to be given to trans civil rights movements and support groups, I don’t give a shit which one. The only way I will rest in peace is if one day transgender people aren’t treated the way I was, they’re treated like humans, with valid feelings and human rights. Gender needs to be taught about in schools, the earlier the better. My death needs to mean something. My death needs to be counted in the number of transgender people who commit suicide this year. I want someone to look at that number and say “that’s fucked up” and fix it. Fix society. Please.


(Leelah) Josh Alcorn

Leelah’s mother might be taking down her Tumblr. Everyone please screenshot her suicide note or reblog it.

We can’t forget what happened to her.

BTS reactions to seeing/hearing about your ex


You were cleaning out your apartment and had asked your boyfriend, Jin, to help out. Being the clean freak he was, he eagerly agreed. You had started off well, but it was the afternoon now and you would stop every so often to look at the old items you’d forgot you owned. Jin picked up a dusty old book and turned to a random page. There was a picture of sixteen year old you giving a boy a kiss on the cheek. “Who’s this?” Jin said, holding up the album for you to see. “Oh, that guy? That was Leo, a guy I used to date back in high school. He was so romantic,” you sighed. “Really? Then why did you break up with him?” Jin said, looking a little hurt. “Hmm, I guess we just drifted apart,” you replied. You saw the look on Jin’s face and quickly added, “but that’s a good thing! If we hadn’t, I would have never met you and we wouldn’t be together!” Jin nodded. “Yeah, that’s true. But I’m romantic as well,” he said, wrapping you in a hug and giving you a big kiss on the cheek. 

Originally posted by agustdefsoul


You were out at the mall with Yoongi, having a rather good time, when you spotted a group of people you went to high school with. You groaned, hoping they hadn’t seen you, when you noticed your ex boyfriend was part of that group. He looked over at you and smiled, causing you to divert your gaze. “Please don’t come over here, please don’t come over here,” you pleaded quietly. “Are you okay?” Yoongi asked, worried about your behavior. He’d never seen you so anxious before. “It’s my jerk-faced ex,” you replied coldly. “Oh god he’s coming over here.” You quickly ducked behind Yoongi while he followed your gaze to the guy that was approaching you two. “Y/N, I haven’t seen you for so long, babe!” He exclaimed. “There’s a reason for that, Kai,” you spat back. Yoongi pulled a face when Kai called you babe, and pulled you closer to him. “We should catch up sometime,” your ex said. “No, Kai. I don’t want to ever catch up with you,” you said. “Aw, don’t be like that, Y/N,” Kai persisted. “Look, buddy, she doesn’t want to talk to you. She’s moved on,” Yoongi said. Kai gave you a smug smirk and glared quickly at Yoongi before leaving you two alone. “You have my number!” Kai called out. Suga raised his eyebrows at you and you said, “no, no I don’t. I delete that asshole’s number the day I broke up with him.”

Originally posted by bangtannoonas


Today had been a super lazy day for you and your boyfriend. Neither of you had wanted to do anything, so you had spent the day surfing the internet and watching YouTube videos together. “What’s in that file?” J-Hope asked, pointing to a folder on your desktop. “Oh, nothing,” you said quietly. “Just some photos.” J-Hope’s eyes lit up at your words. “Some photos? Y/N, you must show me them!” “They’re super embarrassing though!” You cried as he opened the file. Pictures from your senior prom popped up on the screen, causing J-Hope to let out a giggle. You just hid your face in the blanket while he flipped through them. Every now and again he would comment on one of the pictures, but you weren’t really listening until he said, “aww, is this you and your boyfriend? You look super cute!” You raised your head and looked at the screen. There you were, seventeen years old, with your ex boyfriend’s arm wrapped around your waist. “Yeah, um, that was Ryan. We dated for about a year,” you replied. “You looked so cute together, why did you break up?” J-Hope squealed. “He left for Japan, and I stayed here,” you said. “If I wasn’t dating you, I would totally ship you and Ryan,” Hoseok commented. “Too bad you are dating me then,” you smiled.

Originally posted by nekosshi


You and Rapmon were out shopping at the mall since you had just been payed for your job and wanted needed a few new clothes. You were in a shop and Namjoon pointed out a pair of jeans he thought would look good on you. You agreed and went into the changing rooms to try them on. It took you a couple of minutes to decide if you actually wanted to buy them; when you had made up your mind you headed back out to tell Namjoon. He was standing where you had left him, only he was talking to someone familiar. It was only when you got closer did you realize he was talking to your ex boyfriend. You and your ex ended the relationship on a good note, but you didn’t really feel like talking to him so you sent Namjoon a text. “Meet me out the front in two minutes,” you sent. Namjoon got your text and looked up. When he spotted you buy the changing rooms he gave you a look that said, ‘what are you up to?’, but did what you said anyway. After you had paid for the jeans, Namjoon caught up with you outside the store. “What was that about?” He asked. “That was my ex you were talking to!” You replied. “What? No, you couldn’t have dated him! He’s such a nerd. I didn’t know you were into nerds,” Namjoon laughed. “I guess my taste in boys hasn’t changed much then,” you smirked. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Namjoon replied. “That you’re a nerd.”

Originally posted by y--oko


Jimin had been complaining all day about how bored he was and how his phone was dead, and it was just starting to get on your nerves. “Here, play on mine,” you sighed, handing him your phone. His face lit up, causing you to smile and all your anger to disappear. You were out having lunch with your boyfriend and a couple of your friends, so you started a conversation with them. Not long after Jimin had opened Piano Tiles did a Facebook notification come through on your phone. The notification said, ‘Ricky commented on your photo ‘You look so stunning Y/N!’’. Jimin frowned. He hadn’t ever heard you mention a Ricky before. Jimin knew he shouldn’t check, but curiosity got the better of him. He opened the Facebook app and saw that this Ricky person had in fact commented on your selfie you posted earlier. Jimin tugged on your shirt and said, “who’s this Ricky dude commenting on your photos?” You looked over at your phone and grabbed it back. “Oh, him. That’s my ex boyfriend,” you replied. “Oh…uh…why did it end?” Jimin asked. “He moved to California after we left high school. Long distance just didn’t work out for us,” you said. “So…do you still have feelings for him?” Jimin asked, his head dropping slightly. “What? No! Jimin that was like a year ago,” you laughed. “So if he came back from America, you wouldn’t take him back?” Jimin said. “No way!” You cried, slightly offended that he thought you would even consider such a thing. “I’m with you, Jimin, and I’m the luckiest girl in the whole world. I wouldn’t trade you for anyone.” You deleted Ricky’s comment to prove your point before pulling Jimin into a hug and kissing his cheek. 

Originally posted by sonyeondan


You were Skyping with a close friend when Taehyung got home. Your friend was updating you about some people you went to school with and hadn’t seen in a couple of years. So far five people had moved countries, two couples had gotten engaged, one person was in jail, two girls were pregnant, and three couples had broken up. “So what’s assface doing these days?” You asked your friend, referring to your ex-boyfriend. Taehyung had just entered through the door and stopped in his tracks. You couldn’t see him from the kitchen and he decided to listen in to what you were saying. It was out of pure curiosity more than anything - he had always wondered what girls talked about. He tried to hear what you were saying, but the next moment he heard you slam your laptop shut and get up from the table. “Are you alright Y/N?” He asked, entering the kitchen. He saw you standing by the table, a hand pressed to your forehead. “Ugh, this guy - my ex - I just found out he cheated on his sixteen year old girlfriend. I mean come on, she’s sixteen!” You cried. “Man, that sucks,” Tae said, walking over to give you a hug. “Yeah, it does. I guess old habits die hard,” you replied. “What do you mean by that?” Tae asked. “Well, he cheated on me, and I guess that’s something he’s just never going to grow out of,” you shrugged. “He cheated on you? Was he blind? Stupid? Why would he cheat on my beautiful Y/N?” Tae cried. “I don’t know, probably because he couldn’t keep his dick in his pants,” you laughed. “I’m glad he did though.” “You’re glad he cheated on you?” Tae said. “Yeah, or else I probably wouldn’t have met you.”

Originally posted by bangthebae


You and your boyfriend were out at the mall, getting some fast food for lunch. Since the mall was extremely crowded, you and Jungkook had decided that he would get the food while you found a table. After a few minutes of searching, you found one that was free and sat down at it. Not long after you had sat down, someone joined you. “That was super quick,” you said, thinking it was Jungkook back with the food. You looked up and were surprised to see it wasn’t Jungkook, in fact it was your ex-boyfriend whom you hadn’t seen in at least a few months. “Jack! Hi, how are you?” You smiled. Usually you wouldn’t want to bump into your ex in public, but you and Jack and ended your relationship on a good note and decided to stay friends. “I’m good thanks, how are you? Are you here alone?” Jack replied. “Oh, no, no. My boyfriend’s getting us lunch,” you said. “Oh, awesome! Do I get to meet the lucky fella?” Jack asked. Meanwhile, Jungkook had gotten your food and was heading to your table when he noticed your companion. He narrowed his eyes when he saw how happy you were, talking to another guy. You saw Jungkook approach you and Jack and said, “oh, speak of the devil! This is my boyfriend, Jung-” “Nice talk, but I’ve just remembered we have somewhere to be,” Jungkook cut in, grabbing your hand and pulling you up. “What?” You laughed at your boyfriend’s antics and waved your ex goodbye. “Who was that?” Jungkook asked once you were out of earshot. “And why was he talking to you?” “That was Jack, my ex-boyfriend,” you replied casually. “Why were you talking to your ex?” Jungkook cried. “Who does that?” “Woah, chill Kookie. We decided to stay friends after we broke up. He was gay,” you replied. “He was…what?” Jungkook said, a blush forming on his cheeks. After a second he added, “so you’re not mad at me for making you leave?” You shook your head. “Nah, it’s cool. Besides, you’re cute when you’re jealous!”

Originally posted by baebsaes

Sorry about the random names, just pretend that was your ex’s name lol

If you are reading this, it means that I have committed suicide and obviously failed to delete this post from my queue.

Please don’t be sad, it’s for the better. The life I would’ve lived isn’t worth living in… because I’m transgender. I could go into detail explaining why I feel that way, but this note is probably going to be lengthy enough as it is. To put it simply, I feel like a girl trapped in a boy’s body, and I’ve felt that way ever since I was 4. I never knew there was a word for that feeling, nor was it possible for a boy to become a girl, so I never told anyone and I just continued to do traditionally “boyish” things to try to fit in.

When I was 14, I learned what transgender meant and cried of happiness. After 10 years of confusion I finally understood who I was. I immediately told my mom, and she reacted extremely negatively, telling me that it was a phase, that I would never truly be a girl, that God doesn’t make mistakes, that I am wrong. If you are reading this, parents, please don’t tell this to your kids. Even if you are Christian or are against transgender people don’t ever say that to someone, especially your kid. That won’t do anything but make them hate them self. That’s exactly what it did to me.

My mom started taking me to a therapist, but would only take me to christian therapists, (who were all very biased) so I never actually got the therapy I needed to cure me of my depression. I only got more christians telling me that I was selfish and wrong and that I should look to God for help.

When I was 16 I realized that my parents would never come around, and that I would have to wait until I was 18 to start any sort of transitioning treatment, which absolutely broke my heart. The longer you wait, the harder it is to transition. I felt hopeless, that I was just going to look like a man in drag for the rest of my life. On my 16th birthday, when I didn’t receive consent from my parents to start transitioning, I cried myself to sleep.

I formed a sort of a “fuck you” attitude towards my parents and came out as gay at school, thinking that maybe if I eased into coming out as trans it would be less of a shock. Although the reaction from my friends was positive, my parents were pissed. They felt like I was attacking their image, and that I was an embarrassment to them. They wanted me to be their perfect little straight christian boy, and that’s obviously not what I wanted.

So they took me out of public school, took away my laptop and phone, and forbid me of getting on any sort of social media, completely isolating me from my friends. This was probably the part of my life when I was the most depressed, and I’m surprised I didn’t kill myself. I was completely alone for 5 months. No friends, no support, no love. Just my parent’s disappointment and the cruelty of loneliness.

At the end of the school year, my parents finally came around and gave me my phone and let me back on social media. I was excited, I finally had my friends back. They were extremely excited to see me and talk to me, but only at first. Eventually they realized they didn’t actually give a shit about me, and I felt even lonelier than I did before. The only friends I thought I had only liked me because they saw me five times a week.

After a summer of having almost no friends plus the weight of having to think about college, save money for moving out, keep my grades up, go to church each week and feel like shit because everyone there is against everything I live for, I have decided I’ve had enough. I’m never going to transition successfully, even when I move out. I’m never going to be happy with the way I look or sound. I’m never going to have enough friends to satisfy me. I’m never going to have enough love to satisfy me. I’m never going to find a man who loves me. I’m never going to be happy. Either I live the rest of my life as a lonely man who wishes he were a woman or I live my life as a lonelier woman who hates herself. There’s no winning. There’s no way out. I’m sad enough already, I don’t need my life to get any worse. People say “it gets better” but that isn’t true in my case. It gets worse. Each day I get worse.

That’s the gist of it, that’s why I feel like killing myself. Sorry if that’s not a good enough reason for you, it’s good enough for me. As for my will, I want 100% of the things that I legally own to be sold and the money (plus my money in the bank) to be given to trans civil rights movements and support groups, I don’t give a shit which one. The only way I will rest in peace is if one day transgender people aren’t treated the way I was, they’re treated like humans, with valid feelings and human rights. Gender needs to be taught about in schools, the earlier the better. My death needs to mean something. My death needs to be counted in the number of transgender people who commit suicide this year. I want someone to look at that number and say “that’s fucked up” and fix it. Fix society. Please.


(Leelah) Josh Alcorn


Leelah josh Alcorn (via her tumblr lazerprincess

Her mom is going try and remove her suicide note, do NOT let her message die repost