i wish i had a mom like this

anonymous asked:

Hey I feel sorry for Zayn like seriously I believe that boy would want to engage with fans n all like the other boys but no he doesn't get to do that. I thought he would at least promo in the US coz the song is only underperforming in the US but his team is so dumb like seriously it's too much, I wish he had Liam z promo that song would be played every where in the US

I totally get you Nonnie. I’m sad and angry. Zayn deserves so much better. He’s so talented and hardworking. And you’re right, he loves to engage with fans. Remember how he organised listening parties for MoM? How he sent canvases to artists with their art? He loves his fans and is so thankful. If he was up to him, he would be out there meeting them and performing.

As I said, the US are a hard and huge market. You got to work hard to make it there. The other 1D boys are promoting like crazy to make sure to be recognised by that audience. But Zayn’s team are incompetent and unprofessionnal. At this point, it’s so ridiculous. And when you think he’s so successful without a full promo in the US? Can you imagine how big he would be if those dumb asses bothered to do their god damn job? I can’t wait for Zayn to fire their sorry asses and find himself a decent and devoted team who will work hard to make him as successful as he should and deserves to be. Finger crossed it’s sooner than later.

Something happened 63 years ago that’s haunted me my entire life. I’ve never told anyone about it—until now

Story by reddit user  Sergeant_Darwin

It’s official: I’m an old man.

For the last couple years, I’ve comforted myself by saying I’m in my “early 70s,” but math is simple and unforgiving. Today is my 75th birthday, and God, the years do fly.

I’m not here for your well wishes; this is hardly a milestone I’m excited about. I’m glad to still be here, of course, but I find I have less and less to live for with every passing year. My bones ache, my kids live far away, and the other side of my bed has been empty for just over eight months now. In fact, once I cast my vote against that goddamned Trump this November, I may have nothing to live for at all.

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I was born a natural born empath as was my mom. When you tell people what it is, they often first talk about how cool it is and how you could see if someone likes you or how you can tell if someone is lying to you. However, those points are not necessarily true and being an empath can truly be a double-edged sword. Us empaths are often over-sensitive to certain stimuli and it can be 100% confusing. Growing up, I wish I had known some methods to help.

So here are some tips for Empaths:

  • Avoid crowds when possible. Tons of people and their influx of emotions will surge your senses.
  • Look up movie summaries (if you are okay with potential spoilers) before going to see any to know if there is any tragedy or gore.
  • Use x-kit’s blacklist function if news of tragedy that circulates through tumblr becomes too much.
  • Mindless games are a great distraction and way to occupy your mind over something else
  • Meditation helps with sorting out which emotions are yours and which are not.
  • Try this grounding ritual: Visualize a light surrounding you. It’s keeping you in and everything out but comfortable. Then imagine roots coming out of you. Imagine them going into the ground and holding place. Feel how strong the roots are with holding you to the ground. No wind or force can easily push you over.
  • Learn how to block out emotions. I imagine a bubble around me when I go out. Everyone has different methods.
  • Keep a journal or at least write somewhere to help you sort things out or to reference to later
  • REMEMBER: IT IS NOT YOUR RESPONSIBILITY\YOU ARE NOT OBLIGATED TO HELP EVERYONE. IT IS LITERALLY IMPOSSIBLE and can be detrimental to your health
our little family pt.1 | park jimin

Pairing: Father! Jimin + Reader 

Genre: Fluff/Angst + parent au 

Word Count: 2.8k

Summary: You were just a pre-school teacher, a simple dream that came true as you always adored children. But what you didn’t know, was how one child and her very special father would change you dream forever. 

Parts: 1 2

“Jieun-ah, please.” Jimin sighed, as he tried putting her arms through the sleeves of her baby pink coat, which she shrugged back off again for the nth time making Jimin let out a soft groan in exasperation.

“Jieun-ah…” Jimin pleaded.

“I don’t want to go to school daddy.” Jieun said softly, pouting as she looked at her dad with round eyes, the corners watering slightly as Jimin felt his resolve weaken at the sight of his little girl before him.

Sighing, he grabbed her hands and put on a large grin, “Jieun-ah, It’ll be fun!” he tried cheering, “Daddy had loved going to school all his life (what a lie) and really wished he could go again.”

“Then why don’t you come with me?” Jieun asked, tugging at the ends of her little pale blue sundress, the color contrasting strongly against her raven blank hair that tumbled around her shoulders in soft curls.

Cradling her face in his hands, her cheeks squishing up together making Jimin chuckle slightly, he said, “Daddy’s too old now, but if anything happens I’ll be there for you, alright? Do you wanna go now? I promise it’ll be great.”

“Pinky promise?” Jieun asked, holding out her pinky to Jimin’s face as he laughed a little, hooking her tiny pinky within his and bringing them together before pressing a small kiss to her hands, “I promise baby.”

“Hi guys!! Welcome! Hello!” you smiled happily as the kids walked one by one into your class, all their faces with expressions that varied, some happy, some mad, some scared and some with tears and snot dripping from their little noses.

Oh children. 

“There you go Jieun-ah, I’ll pick you up in a couple hours okay?”

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so maybe, i needed to lose you
maybe i had to cry myself to sleep
every night for months after you
left to realize that my tears
weren’t going to change your mind
weren’t going to bring you back

maybe you won’t come back
maybe i’ll never see you again
and we won’t grow old together
and i won’t get to look at your smile
and think that i got so lucky
because in the midst of a war
i found love

but that’s okay
one day i’ll be someone’s wife
someone’s mom
maybe i’ll still name my son after you
but i’ll live my life knowing
i gave him a name that will make waves
a name people will move oceans for
fight wars for
live their lives for

you would have died for me
but you wouldn’t have lived for me
i wish that it was all a dream but i
know that you wanted someone like
her more than you wanted someone like
me and that’s just something i have to live with

—  a love (i think) i had to lose pt. 1
When we first met, you and I, you asked me a question,” he said.
“Yes, I did,” she replied with a slight smirk appearing on her face.
“We were at a party. I was throwing up in the bathroom and you stumbled in, drunk and quite crazy looking. You asked me what the point of it all was. You said everything hurt. That everything always got messed up, and it was usually your fault. You were crying, hard, and you looked at me and asked me what the point was. And I didn’t know what to say, because I didn’t know. I still don’t know.”
She let out a small laugh and bumped his leg with her knee. She took a deep breath and spoke.
“You see, when we first met, I was heartbroken. I just got dumped, my mom hated me, I thought I had no one. I didn’t see the point of living, of doing anything anymore,” she told him quietly.
“Well what about now?” he questioned.
“Well now,” she spoke again, louder this time, “now I’m happy. I have you, my best friend. My mom doesn’t hate me. I haven’t fucked anything up in a while. But it won’t stay like this forever. Because I’m going to mess up again and you’ll hate me and I’ll hate you and then we’ll love each other. Maybe we’ll end up together in the long run or maybe I’ll end up wishing you would drop off of the planet. What I’m trying to say is, nothing is permanent. You won’t be happy forever but you also won’t be sad forever. Things are always changing, and you can’t stop them from doing so. The point is, that there is no point. So live however the hell you want to. We’re all destined to the same inevitable ending.
—  An excerpt from a book I’ll never write #8

It’s 2005 and I am 7, and my mom does my hair up in little braids with bright beads and barrettes that match my clothes. My teachers complain that they’re distracting. My mother tries to reason with them that braids are just about the only to manage my hair. They don’t care. The seed is sown.

It’s 2006 and I start getting my hair pressed. My Sundays are spent with aloe vera leaves pressed to the burns on my neck. I start to hate rain and develop a fear of heat tools that lasts to this day.

It’s 2008 and all the girls at school brush each other’s hair. Becky asks if she can brush mine. I want to fit in so I tell her yes. I want to disappear when she runs away yelling to the class that I have grease in my hair.

It’s 2008 when I ask my mom why my hair isn’t like the other girls’. She tells me it’s just how I am, and that my black hair is nothing to be ashamed of. I want to tell her she’s wrong.

It’s 2009 and I sit on the floor in my living room crying as the chemicals burn my scalp but I don’t move until twenty minutes have passed. After its been flat ironed it’s silky and straight - but it’s not straight or silky enough, not white girl straight. I touch the chemical burns on my scalp and wish I had left the perm on longer.

It’s 2010 and I’m three weeks late on my perm. That awful, bushy new growth is starting to grow under my perfect straight hair. I hate it. I think it’s ugly and dirty and I wish it’d just go away. I remind my mom to grab the extra strength relaxer.

It’s 2011 and I’m going through my scene phase. I want nothing more than to tease my hair and put it into backcombed pigtails and clip dream catchers into it. But I can’t. It bushes out at the slightest hint of moisture and tangled in the bat of an eye. I hate my hair in both its natural and treated forms.

It’s 2013 and my hair can’t take anymore. It’s damaged beyond repair and I’m forced to cut all thirteen inches off. I’m left with the natural hair I’ve hated my whole life. I cry for weeks.

It’s 2013 and my first healthy curl has appeared. I think it looks pretty. For Christmas I wish for more.

It’s 2015 and I have a fro as big and round as the sun. My curls frame my face like laurels. I put on my hoop earrings and love how I look.

It’s 2015 and I feel the need to reinvent myself. I cut it all off again, from twelve inches to three. I cry for days.

It’s 2016 and my curls are more defined than ever. My natural hair is my glory. I style them into a flat top or a coiff or whatever I feel like. I consider growing them out again.

Your hair journey will not always be pretty. It will not always be healthy. You will not remember all of it fondly. But no matter how rough or how long, it will always be worth it.

1. Nothing is as important as it seems when you’re young and falling in love.
2. Work your ass off now so you can have fun for the rest of your life. Don’t have fun now and spend the rest of your life working your ass off.
3. You will feel alone, but my bedroom is across the hall from yours.
4. Your self worth does not decrease as your weight increases, nor does it increase as your weight decreases. Your body has nothing to do with the amount of love and respect you deserve.
5. You will still be beautiful if you eat that chocolate bar.
6. The number on the scale is just a number, it doesn’t mean anything. Don’t get too caught up in it.
7. You are powerful.
8. People who will claim to love you at this age only want one thing from you. No man or woman will love you selflessly and wholeheartedly when you are 17.
9. You will always have yourself to fall back on.
10. When boys are mean to you it most definitely does not mean that they like you.
11. They will have green eyes and a soft voice and a gentle touch, but they won’t love you. Remember they won’t love you.
12. Your body is yours and yours alone. You don’t owe it to anyone.
13. You are not property.
14. If anyone who claims to love you ever touches you in a way that is anything less than gentle, run.
15. You come from a long line of women who have held down the fort and hid their emotions away in a safe, but you don’t have to be strong all the time. It’s okay to break.
16. You are brilliant, you deserve to be proud of yourself.
17. You are not a problem that needs to be solved. Don’t ever let anyone make you feel like a burden. You’re a God damn blessing.
—  17 things I wish my mom had told me before I turned 17
So, I just saw the beta testing of the new Heathers, and here are some changes that I remember!
  • Beautiful: Heather Duke doesn't have breast implants, instead she had nose surgery while in Europe or her parents were in Europe something like that.
  • Candy Store: No changes at all.
  • Fight for Me: No changes at all.
  • Freeze Your Brain: No changes at all.
  • Big Fun: It was either Heather M. or Heather D. who now says the, "Salt, lime, shot." line. "You need a Jell-O shot!" was removed. There were more changes, but I can't remember.
  • Dead Girl Walking: "Sorry, but I really had to wake you." was changed.
  • Me Inside of Me: There were changes, Veronica says something completely different. Ms. Flemming says different things as well.
  • Blue: It was changed to a brand new song, You're Welcome. I don't know how I feel about it.
  • Big Fun (Reprise): Is this new? I don't think it is.
  • Our Love is God: No changes at all.
  • Prom or Hell?: No changes at all.
  • Dead Gay Son: Many changes.
  • Seventeen: No changes at all, and I'll sue if they touch this song.
  • Shine a Light: No changes at all.
  • Lifeboat: No changes at all.
  • Shine a Light (Reprise): No changes at all.
  • Kindergarten Boyfriend: No changes at all.
  • Yo Girl: No changes at all.
  • Meant to Be Yours: No changes, thank god.
  • Dead Girl Walking (Reprise): "I wish your mom had been a little stronger." "Don't talk about my mom."
  • I Am Damaged: A change, but I forgot.
  • Seventeen (Reprise): No changes at all.
  • Notes: I hope this helps or somewhat helps you all! The show was really great, and I sobbed a waterfall. There were probably some changes in the like actual talking parts, not just the songs, but I only know the songs by heart. Anywho, I love you all~!
Becoming Queer

When I was 8 I was obsessed with Disney’s Aladdin. Not just the original movie, but both of it’s poorly made sequels too. I watched them everyday after school while I drew pictures in our basement TV room, simultaneously fixated on their adventures and creating my own on paper.

I remember being absolutely in awe of how handsome Aladdin was, but also of the beauty of Princess Jasmine. They were the most attractive people I could ever imagine existing.

When I was 10 my mom gave me an American Girl book all about puberty and the female body. I only read through the whole thing once, but I left it close to my bed because of the one page I looked at nearly everyday.

It was one of the sections of the book on bodily changes throughout puberty– body hair, periods, etc. At the bottom of was a picture of several girls in front of a mirror, completely naked, to illustrate the different sizes and shapes of breasts. I was absolutely fascinated by these girls: the soft curves of their hips, their round and full breasts, the way their thighs came together. Despite their cartoonish nature, this was the closest I’d come to seeing a grown girl’s body. It was foreign and beautiful to me.

Somehow, I knew this wasn’t normal, so I always hid the book after I was done in case mom asked why I still had it.

When I was 12 I found my self distracted in classroom discussion circles looking at girls chests and lips and thighs. Every time I caught myself I’d immediately look down at my lap and blush. I’d learned by now that it wasn’t normal for girls to look at other girls like that, what it meant to be gay. But I’d eventually find my eyes wandering again, my thoughts focused on how beautiful one of my female classmates was.

I remember walking down the hallway one day mentally reciting “you can’t be a lesbian, you like boys… every girl must look at each other like this.”

When I was 13 one of the girls that I clung to during PE (because they were just as repulsed by physical exertion as I was) told us she was bisexual. This was the first time I’d been told someone could be attracted to boys and girls at the same time. It was confusing and enlightening at the same time.

I remember she put her arms around my shoulders once, during badminton week, her face inches from mine. It made me nervous, but in a way that I’d never felt before. My stomach had dropped, and I didn’t know why. It wasn’t like the fear I’d felt from scary movies and my dad yelling at me, but it wasn’t quite like when I felt exhilarated from riding a rollercoaster or binging on sugar with my friends… it was something in between, and entirely new.

I’d told my mom about it and she immediately wanted to call the principal and make sure the girl didn’t touch me like that again. That scared me, her reacting like that. I started acting repulsed by the girl afterwards, telling my friends she had flirted with me even though I wasn’t entirely sure she had, how weird it was and how weird she was.

Looking back, I probably wish that she had been flirting with me.

When I was 14 I was acquainted with the first queer couple I’d ever met. They were in theatre with me, and I’d been wanting them to start dating for months. At this point I’d stopped acting weirded out by gay people and claiming that bisexual people were “selfish and should just pick a side already.” I openly showed my support for gay people, citing my theatre friends of examples of how “normal” they could be.

I walked in on the couple in the dressing room one rehearsal, shocked to see them making out. I stood in the doorway a moment, then walked out without either of them seeing me.

I thought about their kiss for the whole day, wondering how their relationship worked, what it was like to date someone of the same gender as you. I was dating a boy at the time, my first boyfriend and the one that would create fear and an inability to trust for my entire high school career when he started abusing me. I wondered if this couple’s relationship could be anything like ours.

When I was 15 I joined Tumblr. I’d just moved from Michigan to Alabama, had my heart broken by my abusive boyfriend furthering the pain he was inflicting by cheating on me, and was just beginning to realize that I had an eating disorder with no idea how to feel about it or whether or not I wanted it to go away.Tumblr became a place for me to escape all this into “fandoms” and “fitblrs” and personal posts from strangers I didn’t know but whose lives intrigued me. It was on Tumblr that I first encountered the word “pansexual.” I was 16.

I was intrigued and slightly obsessed with the concept of it, pansexuality. I’d only just begun to learn about transgender and heard rumors of other genders outside of men and women, and being attracted to all of them or being “genderblind” seemed impossible, but incredible. I spent months randomly researching sexual orientation and transgender people before finally adopting the term as my own.

Though, it was only in my head that I claimed pansexuality as my own. I didn’t want to tell anyone… not because I was ashamed so much, I’d forgotten that stigma several years ago, but more because I was afraid that I only wanted to be pansexual, not that I actually was.

After all, if only ever been in relationships with boys at that point. How could I know if I was actually attracted to other genders if I’d never dated them?

When I was 17 I got my first crush on a girl. I didn’t recognize that that was my motive at the time, but I was constantly staring at her in the two classes we shared, payed special attention when she spoke, and the day she announced that she had a Tumblr I made it my goal to be a part of her life.

By winter we were best friends. By summer I’d begun to realize the extent of my feelings for her. The first time I got drunk at 19 I blurted out that I thought about making out with her all the time. I told her how I felt at 20, 3 years of pining later.

She told me she didn’t feel the same.

When I was 18 and in my first year of college, I binge watched all of Laci Green’s videos on YouTube, deciding that it was time I figured out how my body and how sex worked. Through her I found not only the courage to masturbate for the first time, but my first confrontation with “third genders.”

I obsessively studied nonbinary genders, claiming to just be interested in them, giving speeches and presentations on them for class, messaging nonbinary people to ask about their experiences. I came to accept that I identified with this term the summer of my sophomore year of college.

When I was 18 I also came out to my dad. I’d already come out to my close friends, sisters, and mother at this point– all giving me generally positive responses. This was not the case with my dad.

We were fighting in the kitchen, something that had become a regular thing since I’d started expressing my feminist and liberal beliefs. He was making homophobic comments and I guess I must of have been very clearly upset by this, because he asked, “do you have a problem with that?”

To which I responded, “Yeah, because I like girls, dad!”

My outburst led to two and a half years of him telling me that my identity was fake, a scheme to get attention, that all I believed was a result of my being brainwashed at college and my own self delusion. The full force my panic, bipolar disorder, and depression came out during this time. The first time I thought of killing myself was when he threatened to kick me out and cut me off from my sisters if I didn’t stop with this “feminazi LGBT bullshit.”

When I was 19 I started dating one of my best friend from high school– a boy, but pansexual like myself, I felt like this was the first queer relationship I’d been in.

He told me he didn’t want a monogamous relationship, that he identified as polyamorous– which I knew because this was one of the reasons his last relationships hadn’t worked out. Thinking I wouldn’t fall as desperately in love with him as I did, I agreed to an open relationship.

Two months into the relationship and much research and self reflection later, I’d come to accept that I was also polyamorous and I never wanted a monogamous relationship again.

When I was 20 a girl on Tumblr reblogged a set of selfies that I’d posted, exclaiming in the tags about how handsome I was. I took one look at her blog, saw the profile picture of her staring directly at the camera with intense blue eyes and an expression impossible to read, and immediately followed and messaged her my thanks.

We started messaging frequently, talking about such expansive and random things, things I’d never talked about with anyone. Soon we were messaging everyday and I began to realize how hard I was falling. I wanted her, I wanted her so badly.

I hadn’t had a crush on a girl that’d worked out in my favor and I was constantly pining for a girlfriend. I loved my boyfriend, I was still attracted to men and non-feminine genders, but I felt not only “too straight” to be queer at that point, but also like I was missing some sort of affection in my life that only a feminine partner could fill. And I was beginning to wonder if this girl was the person who could finally end my wanting.

The only problem with this girl was that she lived an ocean away from me, in Denmark to be specific. But my feelings became so strong that I couldn’t just be silent anymore: I told her I liked her.

She said she felt the same.

Today, March 2nd, 2017, Hayley Kiyoko released the music video for her single “Sleepover.” It wrecked me.

Hayley has become someone that I not only admire, but someone who makes me feel so validated in who I am. A mixed, Japanese American, queer girl in love with art and comfy clothing. Before Hayley, I’d never felt like there was anyone in the media who was even remotely like me. With great music and a connection I’d never felt in any other celebrity before, I became an avid fan. So naturally, when the video for “Sleepover” was released it only took me minutes to find it on YouTube and watch.

The music video was so much more than I could have anticipated, actualizing all my experiences as a queer feminine person, admiring from a far, living in my head with my fantasies and no hope of ever being able to experience them in reality. With this video I was thrown back into all the years I spent confused and afraid of how I felt and who I was, all the girls I wanted to be with but knew they couldn’t work out, or didn’t work out even when I tried. And as melancholy as these thoughts were at first, it pushed me to the realization:

I love who I’ve become. I love that I’m queer.

And despite how grueling the process of it all has been, I wouldn’t trade all that heartache for a normal life if I could. I wouldn’t give it all up to be the straight girl with no struggles or worries about who she loved as I once believed I would. Even with the pain that it had brought, becoming queer has made me the person I am today.

And I love that person, even if there are still rough edges to be smoothed, I am finally unafraid of who I am.

My Introduction into the LGBTA+ Community

This came to me while in the shower. I nearly forgot about it but now I can’t forget it and I think it’s important.


Back when I was a small eighth grader, my Christian school asked me to go to a local fair and hold a book reading for kids. I was super excited and said yes right away. I got there, read a book or two, then I had a half hour break. I walked around and saw a sign that said ‘ART!!! X% OF PROCEEDS GO TO CHARITIES TO HELP LGBTA+ MINORS!!“. I don’t remember the exact percentage, but I remember thinking "Art??? I love art!!”

I walked over to the tent where there were two people. One girl with dark purple hair, and another 'girl’ (in quotes for a reason) who had a shaved head. They were in highschool and I was terrified… They were the big kids at a PUBLIC SCHOOL!!! I asked them what lgbta+ meant because I wanted to know where my money was going.

They said “Lesbians, gays, bisexuals, transexuals, ace/aro, and others!” And I’m like??? There’s more than just gay??

They laughed and said yes, asked me my orientation (straight then) and introduced themselves. (I’ll use their traits as names) Purple was a girl, and pansexual, which she explained meant she could love anyone no matter what. (Anyone? I asked. Yep! She said smiling. I just care if you’re kind). She has a girlfriend who was a lesbian.

Artist (the persons who art was being sold) was nonbinary and bisexual. They explained what they meant, and how bi was different from pan. But I was confused about nombinary. I told them I didn’t understand how you could be nothing! They smiled softly and told me this.

“It’s okay if you don’t understand! It can be confusing. All the matters is that you’ll treat me like everyone else.”

We talked until I had to go back, but on all my breaks I went back to them. I told them how my mom was at my stand and wouldn’t be happy if she knew I was there. They told me about highschool and art and lgbta+. I ended up buying two pieces from her. One I’m not a huge fan of bc I grew out of the style but the other I still have hanging up after almost five years.

At some point, I had to leave. They hugged me, wished me luck in life, and we parted ways.

I was packing up when I saw a huge floppy sunhat come into my tent. It was Purple and Artist, who got a huge hat so my mom wouldn’t see their “boy hair cut”. They said hello, pretended not to know me, but slipped me a slip of paper, smiled, and walked away. I opened it to see a drawing of a hotdog Artist drew me (I let calling every dog a hot dog because it was very hot outside). On the bottom was a small heart.

This is so important to me. Those people could’ve easily brushed me off as just a kid who is sheltered and bigoted. But they didn’t. They took me in for the day and (most likely painfully for them) explained everything and answered all my questions. I don’t think I’d be on terms with my sexuality without them.

Long story short, always be nice. Have patience, be kind, and never get short with kids, teens, or even adults who just want to learn or are under informed. Or even if they don’t understand some things, like how I was at first with nonbinary.


Always be patient, always be kind. Anything you say or do can impact someone forever.

It’s Difficult (WTLYBF) - 4

Once you were home, you got into comfortable clothes and settled yourself in your bed. Looking at your phone, you sigh at the texts that were waiting for you. You slide them across the screen and type in your password, taken to Jiyeon’s contact.

Shit. You wish you hadn’t sent that. Shaking your head, you plug your phone in and set it down. You curl up in your blankets, shutting your eyes to go to bed. Though, the moment you shut them, all kinds of thoughts came crawling in. It didn’t help you fall asleep. Groaning, you shove your pillow in your face and squeeze your eyes shut. As it went dark, the thoughts slowly faded away. Before you knew it you were out. WAIT A MINUTE IM OUT

How long had it been? 2 weeks? Yeah, 2 weeks. You haven’t talked to Taehyung in a while. Sure, you texted sometimes but not as often. Though, you weren’t completely lonely. You had Jungkook. You two were getting closer than before. You liked it. The time you two spent together was fun. He filled the gap where Taehyung was missing in a way. Of course he didn’t replace Tae, oh no, no one could do that. He helped you cope, all the while becoming a close friend. You and Jiyeon? Haven’t talked since. You’d bump into her and Tae though. Coincidentally, every time you were with Jungkook. She’d give you a look, pulling Tae closer. Jungkook would glare slightly at Taehyung, grabbing your side and holding you protectively. While that happened you’d wave at Taehyung and he’d wave back. After that, the two of you would just continue with your day. Your feelings for Taehyung were still there, yes, but they weren’t as intense as before. You felt proud for getting over him little by little.


You were currently sat on your couch, watching Jungkook play Overwatch. It seemed boring, but it was actually nice. “Hey, can you bring me a bag of chips?” Jungkook asks. “Sure.” You get up and head into the kitchen, opening a cabinet and grabbing a bag of chips. As you were walking back, a loud knock was heard at your door. It was unexpected so you jumped. You tried to regain balance but your feet failed you and tripped over themselves. You caught yourself, grabbing onto Kook’s knees. It was quiet. You look up and your face was literally an inch away from his. He looked you straight in the eyes and felt your cheeks warm up. “You ok?” he asks. You nod and begin to get up. “I should- answer that..” He nods, awkwardly coughing as he starts his game again. You open the door and see the back of someone who was hugging themselves. “Hi?” They turn around and you recognize the person as Tae. “Taehyung? It’s cold out come in-” He didn’t hesitate to enter and begin to talk. “I’m sorry but I had to come to you because-” His eyes land on Jungkook. Jungkook stares back. “As you were saying?” you ask, turning Tae so that he wouldn’t make the atmosphere tense. “I didn’t know you had company..” Biting your lip, you shrug. “We can talk in my room?” He nods and begins to head that direction. You follow and sit next to him on your bed. “What happened? Are you ok?” He shakes his head. “I fought with Jiyeon.” Your eyes widen and out of instinct you take his hands to show you care. “Are you still together?” Taehyung hesitates, but finally shakes his head. Well damn they sure lasted long. “It wasn’t meant to work out, I guess..” You frown, pulling him into a hug. “I’m sorry, Tae. I know you really liked her..” He shakes his head. “I did. But slowly into our relationship, she became possessive and bitchy. She insulted you, Y/N, I couldn’t let her do that. That’s why we fought. I knew then that we couldn’t be together. If she didn’t like our friendship then we wouldn’t work out. I’m not just going to drop you out of my life.” You felt tears in your eyes. Just when I was getting over you. Your fingers ran through his hair, calming him.

“Thank you..” It was silent. The only sound was of Jungkook’s game. “No problem. I’m sorry I intruded in you and Jungkook’s time together. You two are getting close, huh?” Taehyung pulls away from you and smiles sadly. You squeeze his hand. “Yeah, we are. And honestly, it’s fine. I’m sure he doesn’t mind either.” At that, Taehyung laughs. “You sure? He seemed rather bothered when I entered.” You roll your eyes. “He’s like that. You’re his friend too, do you really think he’s bothered?” He hesitates, but ends up shrugging. “It just seems like we’re fighting over y- something. Yeah, something.” You just laugh. “Whatever. Let’s join him before he starts whining.” The two of you get up and head into the living room. Jungkook wasn’t playing anymore and just munched on his chips. “Oh hey.” You smile and take a seat besides him. “Our friend here is going through stuff, so he’s joining us.” Jungkook pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue, but nods. You knew he wasn’t happy about the interruption. “Let me guess, you and Jiyeon broke up.” he says. “Yeah.” You hated how tense it was. “Let’s watch a movie, yeah?” They both agree and you switch to Netflix to go through movies. The three of you fought over what to watch, exchanging jokes and laughing. It felt nice, having the two people you cared about bonding like before the drama. You smile softly, hearing them yell at each other jokingly. Maybe things would turn out right after all.

»here’s part 4!! I wish I could’ve uploaded it sooner but my mom got out of work late which means I had a little time to write and edit, so sorry if this seems rushed. I think I might make 2 or 3 more parts before finishing it off. Question: who would you pick? Jungkook or Taehyung? ;)«

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 (JK Ending) Part 7 (Tae Ending)

HEATHERS THE MUSICAL LYRIC STARTERS.

  • I believe I’m a good person.
  • I think there’s good in everyone.
  • I look around at all these people I’ve known all my life and I ask myself… what happened?
  • This ain’t no high school, this is the Thunderdome.
  • Hold your breath and count the days.
  • We’re graduating soon.
  • College will be paradise.
  • I know life can be beautiful.
  • If we/I changed back then, we/I could change again.
  • Hey, are you okay?
  • Things will get better.
  • Fight the urge to strike a match and set this dump ablaze.
  • What did you say to me, skank?
  • We were kind before, we can be kind once more.
  • We on for movie night?
  • What can I say? I’m a sucker for a happy ending.
  • He is the smartest guy on the football team, which is kind of like being the tallest dwarf.
  • I’m sorry, are you actually talking to me?
  • You’re a high school has-been waiting to happen.
  • Why do they/you hate me?
  • Why don’t I/you fight back?
  • Why do I/you act like such a creep? 
  • Why do I cry myself to sleep?
  • Send me a sign, God!
  • She is a mythic bitch.
  • I would give anything to be like that.
  • Maybe you should see a doctor.
  • For a greasy little nobody, you do have good bone structure.
  • You could stand to lose a few pounds.
  • I don’t want any trouble.
  • Don’t you dare touch me!
  • Who could survive this?
  • I think I’m dying.
  • Are we gonna have a problem? You got a bone to pick?
  • I’d normally slap your face off and everyone here could watch, but I’m feeling nice.
  • If you lack the balls, you can go play dolls.
  • You just gotta prove you’re not a pussy anymore.
  • Why when you see boys fight does it look so horrible yet feel so right?
  • I shouldn’t watch this crap, that’s not who I am.
  • Could you be seen with me and still act proud?
  • It’s fine if you don’t agree.
  • I would fight for you if you would fight for me.
  • Happiness comes when everythings numbs.
  • The world doesn’t owe you a cent.
  • You’re planning your future, ____. You’ll go to some college and marry a lawyer.
  • The sky’s gonna hurt when it falls, so you better start building some walls.
  • Drink, smoke, it’s all cool.
  • Let’s get naked in my pool.
  • Let’s rub each other’s backs while watching porn on Cinemax.
  • It’s time for big fun!
  • So wait, it’s lime, then salt, then shot?
  • You’re doing it wrong!
  • You’re looking good tonight!
  • Woah, a hot guy/girl smiled at me without a trace of mockery!
  • Stoned. Zoned. I should quit.
  • Hey, is that weed? I want a hit.
  • I’m not afraid.
  • I feel like Bono at Live Aid!
  • Way to show maturity!
  • Quit it jackass, get off of me!
  • I didn’t need your help.
  • You need a jello shot!
  • I can’t believe you actually came.
  • It’s exciting, right?
  • Showing up here took some guts.
  • Why do you gotta be so weird all the time? People wouldn’t hate you so much if you acted normal.
  • There’s no alcohol in here! Are you trying to poison me?
  • I’m in your yard.
  • I’m a dead girl/man walking.
  • What’re you doing in my room?
  • Sorry, but I really had to wake you.
  • I decided I must ride you till I break you.
  • Tonight I’m yours.
  • Lets go, you know the drill.
  • I’m hot and pissed and on the pill.
  • You say you’re numb inside but I can’t agree.
  • So the world’s unfair, keep it locked out there.
  • How’d you find my address?
  • Let’s break the bed!
  • I think you tore my mattress!
  • Believe it or not, I knew about fear.
  • I hid behind smiles and crazy hot clothes.
  • The world, it held me down, it weighed like a concrete prom queen/king crown.
  • No one thinks a pretty girl/boy has feelings.
  • No one sees the me inside of me.
  • Jesus, you’re making me sound like Air Supply.
  • No one thinks a pretty girl/boy has substance. That’s the curse of popularity.
  • I am more than just a source of handjobs.
  • Call me when the shuttle lands.
  • I weep for all I failed to be.
  • You’re very quiet. What’s on your mind?
  • I’m bigger than John Lennon!
  • You got a left hand? Use it.
  • Don’t talk mean like that.
  • You make my balls so blue.
  • You are the only thing that’s right about this broken world.
  • I was a frozen lake, but then you melted me awake.
  • You’re not alone.
  • Our love is God.
  • We can start and finish wars, We’re what killed the dinosaurs.
  • I worship you.
  • I’d trade my life for yours.
  • I was hoping you’d rip my clothes off me, sport.
  • Ger off the fence! Get off the damn fence!
  • I don’t understand.
  • Stop being a dick!
  • What does that mean?
  • What the fuck have you done?!
  • My teen angst bullshit has a body count.
  • I can’t believe that you still refuse to get a clue, after all that we been through.
  • Fine, we’re damaged, really damaged but that does not make us wise.
  • We’re not special, we’re not different.
  • Don’t you want a life with me?
  • If you could let me in I could be good with you.
  • Don’t stop looking in my eyes.
  • I wanna be with you.
  • Hold me tighter. Even closer.
  • I’ll stay if I’m what you choose.
  • You’re the one I choose.
  • Deep inside of everyone, there’s a hot ball of shame.
  • Everyday’s a battlefield when pride’s on the line.
  • Our love can knock our walls down.
  • Tried to change the world, barely made a dent.
  • I have struggled with despair.
  • I prayed, but God’s not there.
  • There’s nowhere to hide.
  • You don’t deserve to live.
  • You’re pathetic because you whine!
  • You’re gonna die alone.
  • We’re all grown up and we know better.
  • I believe any dream worth having is a dream that should not have to end.
  • Oh my God. Is she/he dead?
  • Keep it together.
  • I’m so sorry.
  • Where have you been?
  • You wouldn’t understand.
  • You don’t know what my world looks like!
  • Sorry to come through the window. Dreadful etiquette, I know.
  • You chucked me out like I was trash!
  • You left me and I fell apart.
  • You changed my heart and set loose all that truthful shit inside.
  • I was meant to be yours.
  • Don’t give up on me now.
  • Society churns out slaves and blanks. No thanks.
  • Open the door, please.’
  • Please, can we not fight anymore?
  • You’re scared, I’ve been there.
  • Don’t make me come in there!
  • No one here deserves to die except for me.
  • I wish your mom/dad had been a little stronger. I wish she/he stayed around a little longer.
  • I wish your dad/mom were good.
  • I wish we met before they convinced you life is war.
  • I am damaged, far too damaged.
  • You’re not beyond repair.
  • You look like hell.
  • Hey! What are you doing?!
  • I miss you.
  • I’d be honored if you’d let me be your friend.
  • If no one loves me now, some day somebody will.
  • One day we’ll change the world, but let’s kick back tonight.
The Arrangement (pt 6)

A/N: OKIE IM SUPER PROUD OF THIS PART JUST FYI SO PLS LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK THAT WOULD BE GREAT. Also, this was way too fluffy for me, so prepare for the angst in the future parts muwahah.


The next day, you woke up in a daze. You were kind of surprised when you woke up in a different room, but remembered exactly what happened and calmed down a little. You saw Jimin sleeping in a somewhat awkward position on the sofa. The blanket was slowly falling off of him, so you got up and placed the blanket higher up his body. He always seemed peaceful when he was asleep, you thought.

You realized it was pretty early in the morning, so you decided to make a nice breakfast. You showered real quick, silently admiring the size of the bathroom. You reached for your shampoo, which was placed neatly next to Jimin’s. It was weird seeing all your things next to his. But you were happy still to see this part of his life, no matter how small it might have been. Subconsciously you started to hum to a song, forgetting that your husband was still outside. 

Jimin awoke the second you had fixed the blanket on him. You didn’t have to do it, but you still did, making him smile as you turned away. He was always a light sleeper and the couch didn’t exactly provide the best sleeping conditions either. Oh, how he missed his bed. Once he heard the shower turn on, he looked at the time and realized it was still quiet early in the morning. He didn’t know what to do. So, he chose to scroll through his phone. Then, he heard it.

He thought he was mistaken at first. He could hear a faint hum coming from the bathroom, and it was…heavenly. Usually, Jimin woke up in silence, got ready in silence, ate in silence, and left in silence. But his morning routine was now already filled with sweet sounds. 


You quickly finished your shower, hoping that Jimin didn’t wake up anytime soon. You carelessly picked out a simple outfit to change into so that you could make breakfast and then get ready into your work clothes later. For such a smart woman, you were pretty dumb sometimes. Because today, you threw on whatever came to your hands first. You wore a black bra with a thin white shirt and some leggings. The shirt hung loose on your shoulders and the wetness from your hair didn’t help your situation either. Without even taking second glance at the mirror, you exited the bathroom, only to find Jimin staring right in your direction. 

As soon as you exited, Jimin turned to face you, only to turn wide-eyed. You rarely ever wore comfortable clothing around him. Hell, the only comfortable clothing he ever saw you in was that small purple night dress you wore. But this, this was new. And he had to had force himself to look away, but the image was practically burned into his head. The leggings showcased your legs perfectly and the way the shirt hung on your shoulders didn’t leave much to the imagination. And the way you looked with messy wet hair, oh my.  You jumped black slightly when you saw that Jimin was awake.

“Uh, I’ll go make some breakfast..” you said, awkwardly. 

“Uhm.. ok. But uh..your shirt is kinda…kinda…” Jimin started as he pointed to your shirt. 

You looked down and to your horror, you could see your bra almost perfectly through the shirt. “Oh my god!” you exclaimed as you hugged yourself. How embarrassing, you thought. 

You ran back inside the room to change into something far thicker. Jimin just sat and laughed at your cute antics. 

You came back out with a black shirt and tried to quickly leave the room before you died of embarrassment. Jimin took this has his chance to get ready. However to your surprise, you found Jimin’s parents awake and sitting in the living room, enjoying their morning cup of coffee.

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broadway lines out of context Tuck Everlasting

-wheres my riffle? winnie can shoot me!

-winnie, this is my father angus, he’s usually in clothes.

-seventeen?! wow, that is old.

-this is winnie, she followed me here. can we keep her?

-dad, i did something really stupid. jesse, give yourself some credit, you do something really stupid every day.

-no ones shooting anyone… i just cleaned.

-YOU’RE AN EVIL BANANA!

-daMNIT! what? everyone curses when they get shot.

-there’s NO such THING as A nice YELLOW

-in six years. what’s the difference. TRUST ME there’s a difference.

-these flipping things are everywhere.

-there you go again, fabric hating. if he hated the fabric he woulda never bought the suit.

-how that woman likes to gAB.

-mom, i did something really stupid. well that’s a new record, i haven’t even had breakfast.

-FORGET YOUR POTATO PEELINGS BETSY, WE WANT COTTON CANDY.

-sometimes i wish i would wake up with grey hair and a potbelly… speaking of your father.

-CARROT?

-okay i’m thinking… i’m done.

-[toad croaks] AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH

-you’re not a dope hugo. that’s the nicest thing anyones ever said to me.

-don’t you need water to fish?

-SHUT UP JESSE!

-IF SHE CAN SCREAM, SHE CAN BREATHE.

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The turtles love having a mom friend.
They never really had a mother and, while Splinter was an amazing single parent, they had always wondered what it would be like. When they meet Y/N, they finally get a taste of it.

Leonardo is surprised at first.
Normally, he’s the one doing the scolding and everything, his brothers even CALL him mom sometimes.
But they first time you scold him for something, he just sort of stops, while his brothers grin at you (Raph is so happy in this moment).
He comes to like it though, basking in the motherly attention. After all, he did always wonder what having a mother must be like.

Donatello likes it automatically.
His brothers let him do what he wants with his time but when you scold him over having eaten nothing but pop tarts and cold pizza, demanding that he sit down and let you make him “some real food”, a part of him feels all…giddy.
He sits down at the table as you bustle around the kitchen, nodding as you lecture him on proper nutrition.

Raphael is just as surprised as Leo.
Not many people will get up in the turtle’s face but you seem to have no trouble doing so.
By the end of it all, he feels like a declawed kitten and simply looks away, mumbling a quiet,
“I got it, I got it.”
But by looking away, he hides his smile. In one scolding, you stole the turtle’s respect and made him feel like a goof for enjoying the whole thing.

You know which turtle wanted a mom more then anyone? Michelangelo.
He watched certain TV shows just for the mom’s he liked best, he had dreamed of it all the time as a kid. He just never told anyone. He didn’t want Splinter to feel hurt by his little wish.
But you are a dream come true, the next best thing to a mom. Even if he does seem to get scolded an awful lot (admittedly, he’ll do things on purpose just for the attention).

Bonus Materiel!

The turtles will tell on each other to you, normally for dumb little things.
“Y/N! Raph stole the remote!”
“Raphael, let your brother have a turn! He built the damn thing after all.”
“Yer such a tattletale…”

They’ll tell you about thier accomplishments just to bask in that golden glow of pride.
Donnie shows you his invention, Raph and Leo tell you about the move they FINALLY got down, and Mikey wants you to see his latest high score.

You will be called Mom from time to time, normally when you’re bossing them around, and which ever turtle you date is hence forth “Dad”.
Especially is it’s Leo. They may also be referred to as your “trophy husband”.

Letting Leo vent to you, even when it’s for something small. Sometimes the stress just gets to him and, when he needs to let it out, you’re always there to listen.
He needs it more then he will admit.

They will tell you things no one else knows. Showing you little secrets of theirs that they’ve been too scared to share before.
A good example is Michelangelo’s paintings. After your encouragement, he finally showed his family the official portrait he had painted of them.
Encouraging the turtles to love themselves and what makes them different.

Being the go to when Leo and Raph fight. Each brother rants to you separately and you go to both of them to talk about it.
Because only mom can make them stop being such stubborn jerks (when they really go at it, Donnie or Mikey will threaten to tell).

The boys playfully asking you for premission (“Y/N, can I have a snack?” or “Y/N, can we order pizza?”).

Making Donnie take breaks when he’s been working and bringing him something other then his normal junk.
When you find out that he hasn’t slept in 36 hours, he gets sent to bed immediately. One of the turtles will call you if they can’t get him to listen.

Being impressed with your purse.
Have a headache? You have Tylenol.
Got hurt? You also have a first aid kit.
Feeling hungry? You want something sweet or something salty?
Batteries are dead? What kind to do need?
Mikey once called you Mary Poppins and Donnie has jokes about “needing to study that thing”.

Turtle cuddles. They always want to cuddle after a rough day and one of them coming over lead the others over and it ends with you in the middle of a turtle pile.
Get comfy cause you’re not going anywhere.

Being able to calm Raph down when his temper gets a hold of him, stating that “you’ve dealt with scarier”. Comforting him when he feels low because of it.

Splinter thinking this whole thing is hilarious.
He laughs when you scold them or complain about thier behavior and will happily share embarrassing stories about the turtles.
Loudly. On multiple occasions.

“I like when it storms.

I like when it rains for a long period of time, when almost everything is being saturated in the infinity of water.

Because this is how my mind works.

At first it rains a little with small worries, like did I forget to turn off my bedroom light or did I remember to tell my mom I loved her.

Then it turns to flooding, when I question what I am out on this earth for or will I get into the college of my dreams.

When my mind starts hurting me and my heart starts to ache.

‘My mom is disappointed in me.’

‘She doesn’t need me anymore, she’s got him.’

'I wish I had a better relationship with my family.’

'I’m to fat and ugly, I will never find love.’

These are the times when my mind is flooding, when I start to feel like I don’t need to be around anymore.

The times when I’m considering hurting myself or ending my pain.

Then the sun comes out for a period of time. Everything’s good and I truly smile and have a great time with life.

Those times I am at my high peak, where I feel the most loved.

But…everything that goes up, has to come down again.

And maybe…just maybe, my next flooding may just be my last.”

—  aoi-kiyoko