if you think i care that you dont want this tagged

kpop stans on tumblr.com

1. aesthetic stan: probably got a cute url or smth like … 1melon or whatever lmao …… they either reblog aesthetic posts on their main or have a special side blog for it where they post random pictures from instagram…. pretty mobile themes… usually quiet and nice. probably like using heart emojis. have a nice tagging system!

2. loud, extra stan: TAGS TAGS TAGS oh god the tags, they cant live without TAGS, you either Go Full On Caps Lock When You See A Picture Of Ur Ultimate Bias Or You Go Home, enthusiastic, lovely, and humorous! might not have many friends but many people love them and are too shy to tell them usually, they Scream and They Make Memes Probably, “INVENTOR OF THIS COLOR INVENTOR OF MUSIC INVENTOR OF JEANS INVENTOR INVENTOR INVENTOR”, feel lots of things At Once, “OJYMNDNSNDNSKDJNDND”, usually pretty popular stans, have urls that are not forgettable and funny

3. soft stan: theyll never shut up about their bias trust me, will see a picture of two trees probably and go “me and (bias)💘”, actually write love letters to their biases sometimes, really just want the best for their bias, “my baby…. my cinnamon apple😢💕💞💘💗💝💞💕”, uses heart emojis alot whew!, or just emojis in general… they love them, they seem polite, sweet and their presence is usually calming!, probably likes reblogging aesthetic stuff as well!, probably has some url like “(bias)sgf/bf/girl/girlfriend/baby/etc”, usually pretty protective over their bias, probably well liked

4. the ‘i never talk’ stan: never uses tags, never posts, all just reblogs…., they probably like ur posts ALOT, and you kinda wanna follow back, but who… are they even, mobile theme is.. questionable sometimes, i think all they care about is just reblogging the stuff they like lmfao theyre not about that tumblr life probably

5. drama stan: have beef with everyone, probably have a mile long byf page, and a block list lmfao, they usually post aesthetic stuff and maybe have nice urls too, seem intimidating and ‘mean’ usually, “callout post for (insert url)”, petty and nosy as hell, cant mind their own business!

6. the normal stan: a pretty cool person actually, you just think…. Wow i wanna be friends w them bc they seem so tolerant and nice?, uses tags but in a normal way, like “#oh my god #hes the cutest #my heart”, you just wonder how someone can be this chill…, they probably rarely come online too!

7. the multifandom stan: their blog is….. Everything, a pretty MESS, how can they even keep up like dang…, have so much love for so many people… its great!, might occasionally post personal stuff, probably a gif maker, generally liked, friends with the normal stans probably!, a great tagging system usually

8. the NASTY stan: “DADDY😫😫😫”, probably use twitter, thirsty as hell Give Them Water, theyre similar to the extra stans usually, kinky as hell, probably under 18 LMFAO, “i want them to **** ** ** *** ***”, people probably told them to chill before, they usually dont really care, NOOOOO CHILL, loves reading smut probably🙃

9. the gfx stan: SO GREAT, MAKE AMAZING EDITS, come up with great things you just wonder yoooo how they Do That, probably too cool for you, might not talk often! but they get lots of messages probably saying how nice their work is, are just great people like… thanks Gfx Stans For Existing

what they say: you’re using your mental illness as an excuse 

what they mean: i care more about the thing you couldn’t do than your mental health 

what they say: try yoga/a healthy diet/just being happy/etc. 

what they mean: i dont know what mental illnesses are or how they affect people 

what they say: youre overreacting 

what they mean: my microscopic brain cannot comprehend that people feel, think and act differently, especially when they have mental illnesses making them act/feel/think a certain way 

what they say: you just want attention 

what they mean: i dont understand that humans need attention and affection to survive, that wanting attention is nothing bad, and that just bc i noticed doesnt mean you actually wanted me to notice

what i want in a sinnoh remake: a very long list of unreasonable demands

- diamond and pearl opening- bring back being attacked by starly. c’mon. that as a fully animated cutscene would be a lot more impactful than platinum’s opening

- and while we’re at lake verity, throw in a mesprit sighting. links the player into the overarching plot much earlier on; when did we first hear about the lake spirits in the originals? celestic town? i cant remember it’s been too long

- speaking of surfing, for the love of Arceus please make surfing faster and reduce the encounter rate for water (and caves while we’re at it- mt. coronet without repels is more of a hell than the distortion world could ever hope to be)

- bidoof is every ride pokemon. need to fly somewhere? tie it to a drifblim. surf? tape it to a floatzel. fight me.

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OFF THE CUFF HOMESTUCK THOUGHTS #3: THE SELF PILE DOESN’T STOP FROM GETTING TALLER OR: THE PROBLEM OF DEAD MARIOS

DISCLAIMER

IMPORTANT THEORETICAL FRAMEWORK

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So, a long-ass time ago, Rose and Dave had a conversation like this:

TT: After you go, what do you think will happen to me?
TT: Will I just cease to exist?
TG: i dont know
TG: i mean your whole timeline will
TG: maybe
TT: Maybe?
TT: Is there a chance it’ll continue to exist, and I’ll just be here alone forever?
TT: I’m not sure which outcome is more unsettling.
TG: the thing with time travel is
TG: you cant overthink it
TG: just roll with it and see what happens
TG: and above all try not to do anything retarded
TT: What do you think I should do?
TG: try going to sleep
TG: our dream selves kind of operate outside the normal time continuum i think
TG: so if part of you from this timelines going to persist thats probably the way to make it happen
TT: Ok.
TG: and hey you might even be able to help your past dream self wake up sooner without all that fuss you went through
TT: I think the true purpose of this game is to see how many qualifiers we can get to precede the word “self” and still understand what we’re talking about.

This is the most important sentence in Homestuck.

I am dead serious.

Well, OK, I mean, it’s pretty important for understanding some major Homestuck themes and shit or something like that.

Also, I totally should have said: Pre-Retcon Doomed Timeline Non-Dreamself Rose but ultimately about to become Dreamself Rose who semi-merged with Pre-Retcon Alpha Timeline Rose and Doomed Timeline Dave aka Davesprite AKA future Davepetasprite^2 or as we all call them around the office, Davepeta, had that conversation.

Maybe you begin to see what I’m going to talk about here.

One of the major frustrations a lot of people had with the retcon was that the characters we ended up with at the end weren’t the ones we’d come to love and know throughout the story. Was it even worth it, to lose the characters we loved to the tyranny of Game Over? The victorious kids, with the exception of John and Roxy, were other people, with other histories, other goals, and other choices.

Allow me to submit that that may be the whole point.

SBURB is cruel. We’ve known that for a long time. It’s cruel not as Caliborn is cruel, but as the cosmos is cruel, as a supernova is cruel. It wants what it wants, and doesn’t care about how that intersects with the needs of humanity. It wants to make universes through a complex game-playing method, and drags hapless, vulnerable adolescents along for the ride. And most of the time it doesn’t even succeed, leaving its champions to rot in a doomed timeline or similar! Skaia’s victory is an amoral creation myth where individual human beings are just the carved pieces on the chessboard. (I mean, the other ones. Not the carapacians.)

Again, let’s consider the theme of VIDEO GAMES vs. REAL LIFE.

Homestuck, let’s be real, is basically some postmodern horror timey-wimey Jumanji. For a generation way more familiar with pixels than cute little tokens It’s easy for teenagers and in fact, basically everyone, to fantasize about escaping their life and slipping into some game world forever, where they get to do awesome things and be a heroic person.

Homestuck makes that literal. Congratulations, everything you ever knew is dead. You will never see it again, except your internet friends, who turn out also to be your family and other important people. I mean, from a distance, SBURB sounds like an awesome game, right? You figure out who you are and get to wear a cool costume displaying that identity. You get to make anything you want and enjoy this hyperflexible mythology tailored to YOUR CHOICES. HS fans talk all the time about how cool it would be to play a real version of SBURB. That’s a big part of the appeal of SBURB fan adventures. They put you and your friends in the story. Or your favorite characters! It sounds like a fantasy come true.

The thing is, as fantastical as it is, it’s also really fucked up, and ultimately you and your friends are being used. By a giant frog to let it have its babies. By the universe. By a smug blue cloud thing that doesn’t care about you at all.

SBURB does not care about you at all.

The funny thing, SBURB features a mythology with so many layers and nuances and seemingly human motifs about growth and self that you might search for some grand ultimate meaning behind it, but it’s not even human enough to have a personality, to be something you can argue with or fight. It just is. It’s all the cruelty and power of a god without any of the dazzling personality. It’s empty. It just wants to make universes all day long, or fail trying. It is a great, weird tadpole-making machine that eats children.

One of the big ways it doesn’t care about you is its attitude toward the self. Humans and trolls and whatnot prefer not to be relentlessly duplicated. SBURB says, oh yeah, let’s make tons of copies of the player characters and use them for a lot of different purposes.

There’s the dreamself, an essential bifurcation of identity (you are now and were always the dream moon princex) that sometimes gets merged into god tier but sometimes doesn’t. There’s doomed timeline selves, who exist ultimately to augment an Alpha timeline whose Alphaness is decided very arbitrarily and frequently by Lord English. There’s the you who exists before a scratched session and the you who exists afterward, who are two different people but started as one baby in an act of ectobaby meteor duplication, your player self and your guardian self. Dead timeline yous fill up the dreambubbles made by the horrorterrors and get endlessly confused with each other. Any one of these could be the you experience being at any given moment, and which one it is entirely arbitrary. Don’t like being Dead Nepeta #47? Tough hoofbeast leavings, kiddo.

To top it all off, in Terezi: Remember, we learn that every single time we thought someone changed from one self to another, was resurrected or something like that, it was another act of duplication. For every time someone’s died, there’s another version of them waiting in the Dream Bubbles, surprised that they’re not the main character anymore. And we have no way of knowing which is which. Even John, good old everyman John, may or may not be the person who died three or four times. It’s really impossible to say whether we’ve been following the same person throughout our story, or just the illusion of the same person, like a horrifying cosmic flipbook.

The retcon is a return to this same theme. Ultimately, there’s very little new in the changes John makes to reality except that they drive the point home.

John’s friends all died. John and his friends won the game. These things are both true at the same time, except those things may not have happened to the same people. There was a happy ending. Hooray! For, um, some folks who may or may not be the ones we care about. In fact, it’s very confusing, because from Rose’s perspective, Roxy is dead but came back to life, and from Roxy’s perspective Rose is dead but came back to life, except also she came back to life as a weird tentacle catgirl of pure id and self –indulgence. So there’s that. Um. Which Rose are we rooting for again?

Or wait: is it none of them, because the first Rose died in a doomed timeline, hundreds of panels and a number of years ago?

There’s a tension here which one experiences between saying it’s okay because it’s still the same people, and saying it’s not okay, because it’s not the same people at all. This tension is exactly what we’re meant to wrestle with. To put it another way, Homestuck asks if identity can work in aggregate. Are all Johns John, all Roses Rose, and do they all share in what they accomplish? Or are the final victors only accidents created by the whims and needs of the frog baby machine?

What I’m saying, basically, is that the retcon, in the sense that it pointed out our confused relationship with these characters, was already here.

In interviews and questions put to him over the years, Hussie constantly compares HS and SBURB to other video games, particularly Mario, which he frequently returns to as a baseline of comparison that most of his readers will know. One answer, from a recent Hiveswap interview, is particularly revelatory. To the question of “Why do you kill off all your characters?” Hussie replies:

[…]HS is supposedly a story that is also a game. In games, the characters die all the time. How many times did you let Mario fall in the pit before he saved the princess? Who weeps for these Marios. In games your characters die, but you keep trying and trying and rebooting and resetting until finally they make it. When you play a game this process is all very impersonal. Once you finally win, when all is said and done those deaths didn’t “count”, only the linear path of the final victorious version of the character is considered “real”. Mario never actually died, did he? Except the omniscient player knows better. HS seems to combine all the meaningless deaths of a trial-and-error game journey with the way death is treated dramatically in other media, where unlike our oblivious Mario, the characters are aware and afraid of the many deaths they must experience before finally winning the game.

The big man hass the answer.

Homestuck is the story of those dead Marios.

Other works, like Undertale, have engaged with this topic as well. But one of the major differences between Undertale and Homestuck is that in Undertale, between “lives,” one’s consciousness is preserved. In Homestuck, it’s discontinuous, and the value of the overall trial-error process is called into question by the fact that you, the player, may not even get to experience the victory. What meaning does victory hold if that is the case?

So, to put it in a nice thesis format:

One of the central themes of Homestuck is the challenge of reconciling an arbitrary and destructive pattern of growth and victory with the death and suffering you experienced along the way. Homestuck asks: is victory worthwhile if you’re not you anymore? And would you be able to know?

What even is the self? Is there such a thing?

If you were left feeling somewhat disconcerted by our heroes’ tidy victory and departure to their cosmic prize, or by how which Rose gets the spotlight is so deeply, deeply arbitrary, there’s a good reason for that. You’re supposed to be.

The philosophical problem of Wacky Cat Rose is insignificant next to the bullshit of SBURB.

And don’t forget—John and Roxy’s denizens helped them achieve the retcon. Ultimately, the victory they achieved was mediated by the same amoral system of SBURB, and was a victory over an enemy, Caliborn, whose power was created, perpetuated, and ended by that same system.

Okay, so here’s where it gets contentious. There’s an argument to be made, which I’m not sure how I feel about, that some of the character development that could have been in post-retcon Act 6 was left out precisely to push this feeling and play up this tension. Note that this is not the same thing as saying that they were deliberately badly written, but that they’re deliberately written to make us uneasy.That Hussie deliberately played with the balance between making these retconned characters feel familiar and making them feel eerily different to leave us feeling uneasy with the result.

I’m not sure I like that idea. It smacks a little too much of that “everything is perfect” thinking that comes sometimes from the far Metastuck camp. Some of the differences may also be the result of flawed writing. (See: Jane and Jake’s character arcs, which I might talk about later.) And I want to be able to critique those flaws. Ultimately, I think we still needed more time and development to figure out who these new people were—even if our goal was ultimately to compare them to their earlier selves. And again, more conscious acknowledgement of the problem from our heroes—especially John, the linchpin in this last and biggest act of duplication—might have helped drive this theme home.

Still, I think the Problem of Dead Marios is one of the most fundamental questions of Homestuck, maybe THE biggest question. It’s essential to understand it to understand what Hussie’s doing—or attempting to do— in the retcon and the ending.

I don’t know that Homestuck offers us a clear answer to that question. There are some confusions around the issue, too. Where do merged selves fit in, exactly? Clearly they’re a big part of the discussion, because Hussie spends some time in Act 6, especially near the end bringing the identity-merging powers of the Sprites to the forefront. (See also: the identity-merged nightmare that is Lord English.)  Can we even come up with a clear answer to what it means when a dead Mario returns to life grotesquely fused with Toad? How does he beat the game? Does he tell himself that the princess is in another castle? Or what if he merges with Peach? Are they their own princess? How do they know if they’re in the right castle?

Um. Anyway—

Interestingly, it’s not all grotesque—spritesplosions suggest that personalities that are too different don’t stay together long, so a fusion might rely on some inherent compatibility between the two players. Erisol’s self-loathing, sure, but also Fefeta’s cheerfulness. Davepeta seems to be a way of bringing out the best in their players, a way of getting Davesprite past his angst and Nepeta past her fear. Honestly, I know a lot of people don’t like Davepeta as the ending of these two characters’ arcs, but I can’t help but love it. They’re the ultimate coolkid. Cool enough to know they don’t have to be cool. Regular Dave got there, too, of course. But was his retcon assist from John ultimately any different?

Then, of course, we come to Davepeta’s speech to Jade in one of the last few updates before Collide. Davepeta suggests that there is such a thing as an ultimate self beyond the many different selves one piles up throughout the cosmos. A set of principles that describes who you are that’s larger than any individual instance of you. Your inherent Mariohood. (Maybe this is comparable to your Classpect identity, which attempts to describe who you are?) Davepeta even tells Jade, strikingly, that one might learn to see beyond the barriers between selves. Be the ur-self, in practice, rather than theory. This would be incredible news for Jade, who wrestles with the issue of different selves perhaps more than any other character. (There’s a lot to say about Jade.)

Honestly, I wish this ur-self idea had been developed more, and I honestly expected it to be. It doesn’t fully come to fruition, I feel. (Same goes for Davepeta’s character. Ohhhh, ZING!) I’m not sure it entirely makes philosophical sense, especially with fusion—I mean, doesn’t Davepeta themself disprove it? Or at least complicate it? Like, are they part of the ur-Dave or the ur-Nepeta? They seem to imply they’re BOTH? Does that even work? Does that mean that Marieach is all the Peaches and Marios at once?

(In fact, Bowser/Peach/Mario are but the three manifestations of one eternal principle. Also, Bowser/Peach are the true power couple. Read my fanfiction plz.)

And what, say, of Dirk, who ultimately ends up rejecting aspects of his other selves? It feels like there’s a lot more you could say here, and I wonder if Hussie would have said more, if he’d had time. What’s weird is, none of our victorious kids never reach an ur-self (though to their descendants, they become archetypal to some degree), which one might have expected. They’re just individual selves who happened to get lucky. Does that make them representative of the whole? It feels like something’s missing here, or like something got dropped at the last minute.

Same goes for the idea of the Ultimate Riddle. You’d be forgiven for missing it, but there’s been this riddle in the background lore of SBURB that seems to have something to do with personal agency in this overwhelming, overarching system. Karkat called it predestination, saying something like “ANY HOPE YOU HAD OF DOING THINGS OTHERWISE WAS JUST A RUSE.” But others have interpreted it more positively. My favorite interpretation, from bladekindeyewear: the answer to the Riddle is that YOU shape the timeline through your existence, personality, and choices, even when it looks like it’s all predestination. Ultimately it’s your predestination, your set of events, based deeply on your nature, that you are creating. Someone like Caliborn can use his innate personality to achieve power; someone like John might be able to use it to achieve freedom.

I definitely expected something like that to be expressed more explicitly. Like, a big ah-ha moment that helps John or Jade or whoever understand how to escape Caliborn’s system. Something like that would have been very helpful for a lot of our heroes, actually, who’ve been pushed around by Skaia and SBURB together, in finding a cathartic ending.  Once again, I wonder if something was dropped or rushed because there wasn’t time to put it all in. There’s places where you can see hints of that Answer being implied, maybe? But it’s kind of ambiguous.

You can see how the Answer to the Ultimate Riddle ties into some of Davepeta’s ideas. If your personality, the rules of your behavior are a fundamental archetype that goes beyond each individual self, then the answer to whether it matters if one self of yours makes it through to victory is an emphatic YES. You are all of those people, and by winning one round with Skaia, you’ve won the whole game, despite all the arbitrary challenges and deaths it heaps upon you along the way.

This may strike some as too positive for Skaia’s brutality, or again, some way of excusing flaws in many characters’ arcs, or unfair things that happen to them. To be fair, I don’t know that Davepeta’s necessarily meant to be taken as authoritative or the voice of Hussie. They may simply be offering a purrspective.

Hussie not choosing to come right out and engage with the Ultimate Riddle leaves the question of Dead Marios and what they mean for the victorious versions of our cast very open. I like that in some ways—let the reader decide—but I can’t help but wish we had more to work with in making that decision. Plus, it might have brought the thematic messages of Homestuck all the way home to tie them more closely to our characters and their experiences—character development being one of the things most people found most lacking in the ending.

NEXT TIME: All that wacky gnostic stuff probably

anonymous asked:

ok everyone is constantly on about neil and allison and neil and matt but WHERE are my discussions on neil and kevin?? don't even TRY and tell me they're not lowkey besties

OH MY FUCKING GOD MY GUY,,, DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED i wrote a whole fucking essay on neil and kevin trying to get into the extra josten squad i’m never ok. anyway even tho i said don’t get me started,,,, im getting started

OK. LIKE. their relationship is so fucky to start with. neil looks at kevin and sees everything he could have had. he’s just… jealous in a lot of ways. but it takes him like 0 time to realise that actually, kevin’s life has been pretty shit, and he’s IMMEDIATELY protective of kevin. like,, he’s so pissed off at kevin for pressuring him into being on kathy’s show but he totally gets where he’s coming from and as soon as riko starts being an asshat he’s just like “you know what? my life isn’t worth anything. i’ll give it up for kevin. no question.” no doubt, he’s a ride or die motherfucker and he gives it all up for kevin

LOOK AT THIS!!! THIS ISN’T BC OF A DEAL OR SOMETHING!! NEIL’S JUST LIKE. NO. WE’RE ON THE SAME TEAM. #FUCKRIKO2K17 

he doesn’t even last two pages and then he’s just. so fucking pissed he literally can’t even let riko talk anymore. what kind of a gem

oh my god and this is just like… the start. this is the first book. this is pretty much the first time neil shows any type of care for anything except surviving this year. he was gonna run away before he even saw riko, and here riko’s not looking at him and he paints a target on his back for kevin??? i love him

alright and that’s not all. it’s not just neil adopting kevin. kevin straight up adopts that boy too. he loves neil for his exy, and he’s certain he’ll make court, but do you see him inviting anyone else to practice at night? nope. AND AS SOON AS KEVIN FINDS OUT THAT NEIL IS NATHANIEL HE DOES THE SAME THING he doesn’t defy riko or smth not yet but

HE STRAIGHT UP ADOPTS NEIL RIGHT BACK!!! and i dont even have to show u guys this quote its the fucking apex of their relationship-

OH MY GODDDDD he believes so much in neil!!!! he’s so fucking upset that neil can’t have a future. he wants that for our boy as much as we do; like nothing else that has happened has hurt kevin that much. 

and they see themselves in each other. they SEE that they’re basically just alternate timelines of each other - that one small difference could have made either one of them into the other

a BUNCH of their compassion for each other comes because they know what they’re looking at. they’re looking at themselves, if there had been one small change in their lives. and both of them know that it wouldn’t have been good either way - both routes were torture in different ways. kevin has a future, but the moriyamas will always be hanging over them; neil was free for a while, but it won’t last. they KNOW that for each other and that fuels them. there’s a bond there that just can’t be ignored ok??

ALSO. LETS NOT FORGET. KEVIN OFFERED TO NOT DRINK FOR NEIL! JUST IF NEIL WANTED TO DRINK!!

even nicky comments like “kevin has CLEARLY just done something nice for neil but kevin’s a BRAT” like. kevin cares so fucking much,, he’s like “you know what? if i were in neil’s shoes i would already be fucking wasted. idk if it will help but if he wants to he should be able to. i got u, bro.” what a BOY. i love him they’re the best friends

and okay if anyone needs more- i swear i’m wrapping this post up - when neil thinks about his future, he sees andrew. obviously. BUT HE ALSO SEES KEVIN THERE.

they’re straight up best friends and brothers and i fucking love them

and as a last point, this is extra content instead of book-canon, but

NEIL IS AS IMPORTANT TO KEVIN AS THEA IS. MIKE DROPPED. MY BOYS.

Close Call ~PART 1

Some writing to celebrate VLD’s one year anniversary! This may be a bit late in the day, but I was really busy… whoops.

This is the first of four parts, and the parts are just going to get longer, so sorry if this is too short. The next three parts should be up soon. Yes, I’m posting a multi-chapter-ish thing. Today seemed a good day to do it.

Vague Summary: Lance and Keith get captured while on a solo mission… and separated. Lance is very badly injured already, which is not a situation one wants to deal with when in a Galra prison cell. And Keith is worried. (This is also kind of inspired by Jeremy Shada’s “I mean, Lance dies, so that’ll be fun,” when talking about season 3).

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Psst: @voltronpaella the best beta, @dogsahoy this is the thing I was telling you about,  and @taylor-tut you’ll probably like the other parts better, but I wanted to tag you with my angst anyway if you want me to stop tagging you in my whump/illness/injury stuff just say the word


Keith woke up to an empty cell. The room was dimly lit, a faint purple glow  making it just possible to see. As his eyes adjusted, the ache on the back of his head reminded him of exactly how he ended up here.

Keith supposed he should feel lucky. After all, once the sentries surrounded him, he figured they’d just kill him. Still, it was hard to feel optimistic when he was stuck in a Galra prison cell with no hope of escape.

It’d been no one’s fault, really. The rebel group Matt was a part of had been reported captured, and taken into this prison base. They had to act fast, before the prisoners were sent off to other locations. Two of the Paladins infiltrated, while the rest monitored from the castle, opting for a stealth job.

And, like so many other plans before it, everything had gone to shit.

Keith had been holding off a large crowd of sentries, but once Lance’s location was discovered—

Lance.

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drunk boyfriend tag

summary: dan and phil get drunk and film the boyfriend tag (similar to what shane dawson did)

tags: alcohol, so much sweetness and cuteness your teeth will hurt, extreme fluff

by: angelboydjh on tumblr

word count: ~1.8k

first fic posted!! please, ignore any mistakes and reblog and like!! ilu!! send in requests for fics :-)

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dan and phil got a little drunk. they originally got out some Ribena, which is completely unharmful, until dan spotted vodka on the kitchen counter, which they only keep for parties. its almost gone, with a half a bottle left, so dan thought of an idea.

“phil, lets get drunk.” phil looked at dan confused; dan never really likes drinking as much as he used to, hes grown, the satisfaction of being drunk doesnt really thrill as much, and its the same with phil.

“why?” asked phil, sipping his Ribena.

“because why not! we have no meeting tomorrow, we are bored out of our minds, and itll be fun! we’ll even be safe, we can control each other well.” phil thought about it. he never really likes hangovers, who does? he gets them bad, and he knows dan gets them worse, but dan was right, they were extremely bored and had no meetings tomorrow. phil shrugged, and replied with a sure, causing dan to jump up with joy.

dan grabbed the bottle and went to phils room, closing the door, and sitting on his bed. he opens to bottle and pours a lot in his drink, doing the same to phil. there is now many 4 shots full left of the drink and dan was happy he rationed out well.

“wanna do a toast?” asked phil.

“with our vodka filled ribena?” chuckled dan. phil nodded, giggling a little.

“why not?” phil responded, and dan nodded agreeing. they lifted their glass cups up and they look at each other. “to us!”

dan laughed at the cliché, but echoed phil, and a clink noise was heard when the touched glasses. dan downed about half of his drink in that one sip, phil only taking a baby sip.

phil made a face, hating the taste of vodka. dan hid his disgust, looking at phil.

“now we wait.” dan took another sip, already feeling slightly dizzy.

*:・゚✧

dan was fully drunk. he was giggling, putting his head on phil, slurring his words, all of it.

phil was only tipsy. he didnt drink much yet, only about half of his drink. dan, of course, drank all of it, even the rest in the bottle!

“phil!” dan slurred out, and phil glanced over slowly, so he doesnt get dizzy, and raised his eyebrow. “we should do a boyfriend tag.”

phil thought about this. is he that drunk that he doesnt really care if they do one or not? yes. he doesnt really care, its not like itll be posted. phil knows better than that.

“sure.” phil got up to get his camera from the other side of the room, and dan plopped on the bed laughing at who knows what.

it took phil about 2 minutes to set up everything for filming, and an extra 5 minutes to find good goddamn questions.

he finally found some question, a total of twenty. he can barely read them because of his blurry vision, and since he didnt have neither his contacts or glasses on. so he grabbed his glasses from the bed side and put them on to see if itll help. nope. he took another sip of his drink and locked his phone. he’ll cross that bridge when he gets to it. he gets up and turns on the camera, praying to god its in focus.

“dan, its on, we are filming.” once those words left phils mouth, dan shot up from phils bed and looked at phil.

“okay, okay, okay, okay,” he kept repeating that until he finally was next to phil on the bed facing the camera. phil giggled at dan, dan looking at him with his red cheeks.

“okay, ready, babe?” asked phil, seeing double of dan. dan nodded, and smiled at phil and then at the camera.

“okay,” phil breathed in and then ‘took in his persona’.

“hey guys!” he said cheerfully, but all it did is make him dizzy. dan was like, on top of phil, so hes grateful that he was, or phil wouldve fallen over.

“im here with dan.” phil pointed at him, and dan waved, his white oversized cat shirt being exposed, and you could even see his naked legs, since hes wearing shorts. “we are doing the boyfriend tag.” phil said slowly, and dan nodded jumping up and down on the bed.

“phil is my boyfriend! boyfriend phil! philip lester, boyfriend!” he yelled, making phil giggle.

“okay, want ask the questions, or do u want me go ask them?” asked phil to dan.

“ask me the questions! then we will do it back!” dan suggested, and phil nodded encouragingly.

“okay, first question.” phil unlocked his phone and read it very carefully.

“when is my birthday?” he asked. “bonus points for the zodiac sign!”

“january 30th, that makes you a……” he strung out the 'a’ to think. “an Aquarius! aquarium.” he laughed, and phil chuckled.

“correct baby.” he leaned in to kiss dan, and dan kissed him, tasting of vodka and ribena.

“okay, now,” phil was going to go to the next question, but dan protested.

“now do mine! do mine!” dan pouted, crossing his arms.

“june 11th! youre a gemini.” phil stuttered out, making dan laugh.

“lucky guess.” he muttered jokingly.

“next question,” phil scrolled down the page. “where did i grow up?”

“im too drunk for this phil!!” he moaned out. “the north! thats all youre getting.”

“well, youre not wrong.” said phil. “ill give you the point.”

“what about me?” asked dan.

“the south.”

“ugh! exact place!”

“not fair, you didnt do that for me!”

“ugh, whatever.” dan pouted again.

“wipe that pout off your face princess.” phil whispered, grabbing dans chin.

“im just kidding philly!” dan kissed phil, getting him off guard.

“okay, next,” phil asked. “whats my middle name?”

“michael! these are too easy! i want harder ones. test me!” dan groaned out, and phil rolled his eyes.

“okay, okay,” phil said. he scrolled down to another website, which had different questions. “how about this: where was our first date?”

“EASY!” he yelled, throwing his hands up. “well, kinda,” he muttered. “its hard!”

“well, tell me.” phil said suggestively, leaning closer to dan.

“we first met of course at the train station,” he muttered out. “and then we went straight to your house, and, did things. does that count as a first date?” this took him way too long to say, as he was stuttering madly.

“yes, it does. great job, cutie.” phil said happily and leaned in for a kiss.

“okay, let me ask the question!” phil started to give him the phone, but dan refused, saying he wants go make one up.

“whats the first thing you notice about me?” he asked a bashful.

“your smile.” phil said simply. no explanation was needed to make dan feel all warm inside. dan covered his face and leaned on phils shoulder, grinning like mad.

once he got up, he looked at phil, seeing his wonderful, eyes.

“you know what mine is.” he muttered, almost inaudible. it was phils turn to blush. they lean in and kiss once again, but longer than before.

when they pulled apart, dan was seeing actual stars, and couldnt even understand what was happening, completely forgot about the video.

“oh my god, i love you so much.” he said in a shush tone, with phils hand on his cheek. they were only a few inches away from each other, and phil loved it. phil was exploding every inch of dans face, and so was dan. every moment phil made, it made him more dizzy and more dazed, but he didnt care.

within a few moments, they both locked eyes, and somehow, both remembered they were recording.

“uh, one more question,” phil stuttered out, as dan looked around for his almost empty drink. “okay, last question. what is my favorite color?”

“easy, blue.” dan said, as he drank his final sips of his drink before crushed it and threw it.

“hey!” phil protested, looking over at the cup.

“ill pick it ip later, babe.” dan slurred out almost incoherently. “whats mine?”

“easy, pink.” phil mocked. dan smiled softly, putting his arms around phils neck, phil put this hands on dans waist.

“what kind of pink?” he muttered, with his sloppy grin on his face, his curly hair perfect in tack still. (which surprised phil)

“pastel.” dan groaned jokingly, letting his head drop down onto phils shoulders.

“oh my god, i tried to trick you!” dan yelled.

“well, you didnt. 8 years of friendship pays off.” phil joked. dan put his head on phils shoulder, his head facing the camera.

“can we finish? i wanna cuddle with you watch disney movies.” phil chuckled and nodded.

“we’ll finish, lets do the outro.” phil tapped dan, so he can get up from his shoulder, but dan didnt move a muscle, indicating hes not moving.

“okay, well, goodbye everyone, please like a subscribe to me and dans channel, and our gaming channel! love you!” he waved and awkwardly looked at dan.

“i need to turn off that camera baby.” dan groaned and got up from phils shoulder. phil got up and turned off the camera, sitting right on his bed again next to dan.

“can we just cuddle?” phil can tell dan was getting tired, and getting all drained. he gets like this when hes drunk, but also after recording videos.

“of course, princess.” phil laid down, then wrapping his arms around dan who is not next to them. they peacefully fall asleep, with the lights on and phils snoring.

*:・゚✧

it was the morning, and phil is posting his premade video on lessamazingphil, just a quick vlog from florida. its taking surprisingly long to process, since its only 2 minutes, but phil didnt question it. its almost done, so phil went to go see dan, who has the worst hangover ever.

“how are you baby?” asked phil, laying next to dan.

“better, how bad was it?” he asked, and phil laughed.

“you were fine, not as bad as a few months ago, but you were not any better.” dan groaned, and at that moment his phone dinged. he unlocked his phone to see the notification, YouTube popping up, and it was phils new video.

“uh, phil.” dan said.

“yes?” phil hummed.

“you posted the wrong video.”

“what?” phil yelled a little too loudly for dan, as he backed away and gave phil his phone in just one beat.

“i uploaded our drunk boyfriend tag.” dans eyes widen.

“we filmed a video? no way, i dont remember this. did we kiss?”

“i was drunk too!”

“well, i would keep it up.”

“why?”

“we already made this mistake once, lets just let them have what they want.”

9

Yeah so I made a thing. Idk I was just bored and wanted to add some variety to the people I draw so I tried to make these with characteristics I dont see as much in what I draw.

Ok so  was thinking about girls for most of the time I made these but they’re pretty versatile so I guess you could do  whatever I don’t really care.

And if you use this to draw something you post tag me in it with #queenofawkward27 cuz I’m curious to see the results

4

Hello my incredible and beautiful followers!! For those who doesn’t know my name is Lolo and I am the girl who runs @mylifeiskpoptrash and @imhoseoktrash

Well I am here because today I’m celebrating three major events!!! I wanted to do only a post for my anniversary but then I reached my 9k and 3k in the two blogs and honestly I think it would be annoying to be tagged in three different posts, that is why I am making this big ass post, so be prepared because this is going to be hella long!!!

Also If you are interested in my new giveaway please read bellow the information about it!!!!!

First my first mylifeiskpoptrash anniversary!!!! I can’t believe I have a year here, it’s been a beautiful experience and I’ve met so beautiful and amazing people, I have friends here that are like my family and now I can’t live without them, so thank you for being here with me, thank you for all your support and thank you for being so amazing.

The second event is that I finally reached 9k+ here on my main which I really don’t get because I don’t deserve it, my blog is just trash and I don’t know what I did to make you follow me to be honest. I remember when I reached my first milestone and for me it was like a crazy dream and I never dreamed of having the number of followers that i have now. Thank you! I dont have enough words to say it.

And last but not least I reached 3k+ in imhoseoktrash, which is amazing because I only have a few months with my sideblog and because a lot of people love Hobi and that makes me so happy! I also have met a lot of beautiful ARMYs and Hobi stans!! thank you for following me there too!!!

**Also, I know I promised you a really big Giveaway! So I will give you a big opportunity here, I will reveal the prices and for all the ones who reblog or like this post I will give you 10+ entries and if one of you win my giveaway I will send you a signed price of the group you want (only of you reblog this post).The prices are: **

The first album of the group of your choice (photocard + photobook + cd) + The last album (photocard + photobook + cd, also if the last album has more than one version I will give you all versions) + a poster + some official merch (whatever you want) + unofficial merch (jewerly, clothes, charms, etc.) + a draw or a fanart. 

And well finally here are some of my mutuals from my two blogs (I follow all as @mylifeiskpoptrash): bold= favorite mutuals, 💕=Best friends and people I care about

#-D

@135hp @1sanggyun @25yunikon @365-winter-days @5hineehappiness @7luckystars @adickktedtoyou @alienated-mediator @amamir28 💕 @anaklusmoose @an-angels-angel @ararari0 @areumdaun-neoya @areumlyxo @ari8o6 @aria-sama @asianpoprockstar @auohx @banghim-baby @bangtanhyungs  @bang-uni-7 @bby-hansol @becauseoflevi @beth-is-trash @bias-yixing @bigbangvip12 @bigbtsxo @bittersweetkpop @bomnaltae @btsbangtanboys-bts @byuny-baek @cantholdthefangirling @cateyedtaekwoon @celestialtaeyong @chanyeolandthebananas @chanyowassupp @chimchimshi @chimshmallowmochim @chogiblr @chubbychim @constantkpoptrash @constellaie @cowsgovroom @creepin-on-idols @crossingbordersonmyown @curlyjooheon @cutiebandlover202 💕 @daehdream @dancexdancexdance @dancingmachineleetaemin 💕 @ddavid-haller @deanrbll @dengekidaisley @dochims 💕 @dreamyhui

E-I

@eatkookiie @emeraclgraves @enlight-nme @ethereal-hobi @fanatic-of-kpop @fiftyfiftysugarandspice 💕 @franticland 💕 @frostbittemyheart  💕 @frostbittemyheart   💕 @fygirlgrouptrash @galaxyxing @gingersoup @glorydae @gukiee 💕 @haileyrae013 @handsomeyuta @heybinnie @hobihype  💕 @hobitaki @honeyjongdae @honjayeonkkot @hoseokmyhearteu 💕 @hoshi-woozi 💕 @hoshyoung @hotformonstax @hugjiyong @hungline @huniseok @iamyoonseoktrash @icefunky @idontknowibangtagon 💕 @igotshawolight @imleavingonatrain 💕 @ikonic-monbebe @i-m-what-i-am @ipseitee @ithappens-yaknow

J-M

@jacknam @jaehyunscult  @jaehyutaa @jaehyyunn @jbumholic 💕 @jeongmini @jeonjeongshook @jeonsomi @j-h0bie @jhoperfect @jhverse @jihope-taoris @jinblond @jinnies 💕 @jinsasleep 💕 @jiyongies-collarbones @jjongoholic @jo0heonie 💕 @j-obi @justcaffeinedreams @justoneloser @kae-popx @kamkrissy @keenandayo @kieusa @kihyunslips @kitkatkarat @kjginnie @kkukkungiesoo @k-linyong @koala-hoon @kookihyunnie @kooknochu @kpop-ashu @kpopforthehearteuandseoul @kpop-is-her-style @k-popping @kpopworldofimagines @kwon-grandma 💕 @kyoungounia @labourofmylove @lambsk3wer @leos-starlit-smile @liimchangkyun @lilchubchim @liveonouterspace @lookatnini88 @love2rhyme @lovingalivingghost @lunarjun @madalynnecupcake @madlight-hansol @mans-ayyye 💕 @mapleguitar-elf @maryna3d @meaniemineymo @megudragon @milksyb @milky-waee @min-nari @minyoongiish @min-yooongi @mochiminii @momjeonghan @momosrainbowcat @moonbyuliskillingme @moonjjongie 💕 @myungjunah

N-R

@namkwan @namri94 @nct-to-the-world @niga-byeonhan-geonji @nochuuu @notaperfectending @odetonct @ogatalata @okamiwolf01 @omfgten @onlyoongi 💕 @oohmyglob @perksofnerds @perksofparkjimin @pierilakkuma @pjminis @polarispinky @praisethepopeseungri @princesshojoon @pustekookie @queenjenn1e @radiantaetae @rayn-eedae @reila-ravkong @reisar @rninyoonqi @royalyeol

S-Z

@saelleodeu @sailor-seok @satin-skies @sayagi-tan @sensationalmochi @seraphslime @shadyseventeen @shineelover234 @shinees-thickshawol @shoeemin @shxdow-of-a-doubt @simplyquetzo @sir-knight-of-trash @sleepymusic 💕 @smowmallows 💕 @snazzydea @softbeommie @softforeveryone 💕  @somethinguniversal @sonyeondamnfine@stxverandle @sugahuny @sugtae@suhothetruhoe @sunflower-hobi@sunshine-nim @sweetieyoujin @tabisya @taebae1095 @taeboos @tae-hyungstongue @taehyunicorn @taeminismyweakness @taeonice @taepiocaa @tae-tae-said-hey-hey @that-shining-shawol @thei3luecupcake @the-kikis @theloveinkimkai @thinkaboutittwice101 @through-all @trash-binnie @uhilikechicken @unsann-musho @velvethoseok@v-i-double-xx @vixx-centric @whatthefunkwoozi @wonhotmonsta @woojiyong @wow-spectacular @wrath-of-nemesis @xiidragon @xx-littlebird-xx @yatoofthedawn @yeongwonhi-nuna @yoionseok@yoongiismyassthetic @yoongivesmehope @yoonseokee @yougotmeyugyeomie @zeloinator

Favorite blogs!!!!

@ask-bts-stuff @astros-noona @awwfuckno @btspositivity @choiminoh @duckytacobutts @eyes0ny0u @googlebts @hobiconfetti @inourshineeworld @jjongs-key @jypnior @leejinklies @livelovehoseok @nabiso @ourshineeshrine @shineetho

**Followes that I love to see in my notifictions:**

@amanda4004 @akamilshake @angelfacehobi @annykoi @bjornscout @come-to-my-world @daedreaming @freebird1786 @fuckinghostilesoul @graywaeren @heyyy-its-korean-music @mcvroomvroom @nongster101 @theangelthatcantfly @thoughtfullywingeddragon

And my last  followers in both of my blogs

@allweneedismagicandpixiedust @bangtan-inu @bogoshipdaaa @chimchim65 @cringeytae @crybabypxil @itjimah @jhopi @j-ivsok @little-jyp @livis3 @mamamoo-chick1234 @neko-princess-kaguya @peachesjimin @poet-whos-unknown @serlians @tomorrow-never–dies @yoa @greenmikelight

Thank you for all

anonymous asked:

hello! correct me if i'm wrong but i think you're the jikook lover i follow who recently said they love reading fics?? so i was wondering if you know of fics/scenarios that build on that iconic hotel vlive when jimin may have been hiding in the bathroom? 👀 i thought about that last night and my imagination went kinda wild lol if not, any jikook recs will do! please and thanks! JIKOOK FO LYFEEEE💞

Hi Anon!! Sorry this was so late, the past week has been pretty wild for me. But anyways to answer the first part, no unfortunately I dont know of any fics that build off of that iconic vlive :( im sorry.

BUT that recent vlive came out right? With Jimin in the bath robe and that Jikook stare….ah yes. I know theres a couple of fics that build off or are just based off of that.

 A Private Conversation by ambers

 the jimin effect by euphoriae

I read these two recently and they were 👌👌 A++ would read again. As for my other Jikook recs, oh boi *cracks knuckles* here we go:


Blow Me Like Your French Horn by ohdizzy Chapters:8/8 >>> Ahhh! I love this fic!! Its so hilarious and adorable and such a great read honestly. I highly recommend this fic!!


Constraint by Harlot Chapters:1/1 >>> Basically Jungkooks journey from str8 to gay but oh, oh m a n, Its so beautifully done. Right from the beginning, all the emotions that Jungkook goes through are very real and the Jikook was developed so well. Please give this one a read.


He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not (Seven Days) by jeonify Chapters:2/2 >>> God, this really is a tear jerker this one. Its very sweet and fluffy and angsty and just so perfect. You can never go wrong with soft!Jimin and internationalplayboy!Jungkook 😊


Dream Maker by graesun and Polkari Seuta (VeritasEtVita) Chapters:12/12 >>> okokokok guys, read this fic. You will not regret it omg. The perfect mix of fluff, angst, smut and more fluff, this fic is a snipet into the lives of Jikook, who are just barely getting by with what little money they have, but theres lots of kisses, laughs, some angst and cute domestic shit™ This fic made me feel so many things and I loved it so much!! Give this one a try guys.


Don’t Think, Don’t Speak, Just Smile for Me by Ragi Chapters:27/27 >>> This fic left me shook for a solid week man, good god. So soft, so sad, so real. I loved the realism regarding homophobia and idols in Korea. Everything in this fic is written with care, and handled very well, plus the Jikook is beyond soft. I enjoyed this fic sooo much.


Glass Diamonds by GinForInk Chapters:1/1 >>> Skater Jungkook, Dance teacher Jimin, A+ smut and fluff, read this fic.


Well Done! by annafeu Chapters:1/1 >>> Okay, I suggest giving the tags a thorough peek through before reading this one because its twisted as fuck, but so damn amazing. This one features Bunny!Jimin, Wolf!Jungkook lots of filthy smut and grade A Jikook. Really great read, however do please read tag warnings before starting if you think you might be uncomfortable!


The Hook series by miskeen >>> Cute as fuck, domestic as fuck, hot as fuck, fuck. Read all the stories in this series please, theyre all 10/10 amazing.


The Good Doctor by snarcsics Chapters:1/1 >>> Frick doods, this was some of the hottest, well written Jikook fics ive ever read. Featuring sex addict Kook psychologist Jimin, and some excellent office sex, yes.


two sides; same story by namjoone Chapters:4/4 >>> Basically Jikook are neighbors and they both secretly think each other are hot as fuck and they rly wanna bang but they wont actually admit it to each other, typical jikook lmao. Anyways, this is sooo good!! Super steamy and super cute 👌


I Know I Can’t Have Him (but I want him anyways) by Shealezz Chapters:4/4 >>> ft fuckboy!Jimin and innocent!Jungkook (also fwb v/min) man this is filthy lmao, but a fantastic read!! God bless innocent bottom Jungkook honestly. Amen.


A Touch of Sin by pettey Chapters:10/10 >>> One word. Beautiful. Absolutely, beautiful. Right from the start to the finish, this fic had me feeling things in every chapter. Its graphic and raw but so beautiful. Highly recommend this one!


Okay last one before I get too carried away….


Relax, Dont Do It by yoongidontdoit (sammyinnerdglasses) Chapters:4/4 >>> Funny, adorable, smutty (extreme switching™) and overall so so good. Wild party animal Jungkook swearing to go at least 90 days without partying, late nights, or sex. But then he meets Park Jimin and that last part becomes slightly extremely hard not to do… *lenny face* Pls read this lmao.


Okay!! Thats all I got for now. I hope you enjoy 😊

|Late Night Conversations| R.MANTLE /PART ONE\

It was hard day for me. My arm is bandaged, it hurt like shit but I have this thing for you and I hope you’ll like it. 

Funny story: I came up with this idea when my doctor pulled the glass out of my skin. I’m good fam. I’m a survivor ;)) 

IMAGINE ABOUT: Reggie and reader kinda had ‘a thing’ with eachother but when Jason Blossom death comes out. Reggie immediately leaves the city leaving her with nothing but her feelings. 


I’m not supposed to be like this. 

I’m not supposed to be the sad girl who doesn’t know where the hell she’s going and what the fuck she’s doing. I’m not supposed to care too much about what anyone thinks and I’m not supposed to let words affect my choices. 

I’m supposed to be that bitchy, funny maybe a little nice girl that hungs out with her friends on weekends and goes to an average school to pursue average career. 

So far. I’ve menaged to let one person change up my life like a span of a few months. What’s killing me? I think some part of me thinks I’m supposed to be the girl who cares too much for her own good. 

My parents don’t understand me. I don’t blame them. I fucking love my parents but sometimes, I just need a break. I need a break from a lot of people and I need a break to recycle my old self to keep anyone from getting in and ripping my heart to shreds. 

Sort of like how I’m feeling right now. 

There’s no way to better describe this feelng other than the fact that I’ve tried to drown my feelings multiple times, only to find out those fuckers can swim and do  water tricks as well. 

Exams have been like hell, although I did imagine this week to consist of Reggie kissing up my neck as I study. I shouldn’t even be thinking about this, he’s gone, whatever, he didn’t choose me so fuck him right?

It’s been a few days since Reggie left, and a few days since Archie and I last spoke . Archie and I have been making eye contact at most, and I can tell by the look in his eyes that he has so much to say but can’t. 
I’ve ignored his glances and ignored his silent plea’s to confess to him my true feelings and opinion, so far it’s been good. 

In other news speaking, Reggie’s been leaving me numerous messages, in all shapes and sizes, and every single on of them made my feeling stronger than a rock.

iMessage from Reggie:

i feel sad i dont like this 

(read: 11:34pm 12/04/2017) 





iMessage from: Reggie

i let you down and i know that, but im gonna need u to not give up on me okay?

(read: 9:10am: 13/04/2017) 




iMessage from: Reggie

i dont know what is it or what we are but all i know is that im here in the middle of nowhere hungover as fuck by myself thinking of you and only you

(read: 2:47pm 14/14/2017) 




iMessage from: Reggie

i dont know what to do

(read: 9;15pm  14/14/2017) 




iMessage from Reggie: 

youre mine 

(read: 1:42am 15/04/2017) 




iMessage from Reggie: 

baby girl 

please let me know ur okay

(read: 1:45am 15/04/2017) 



iMessage from Reggie: 

i miss you like crazy 

(read: 1:50am 15/04/2017) 




iMessage from Reggie: 


im not to blame i swear to you

im so scared 


(read: 3:05am 16/05/2017) 

I sat there re-reading every message he sent, analyzing over the words and thinking about what he meand by all of them. This alien feeling in my stomach makes my eyes water whenever and my lips quiver as I read. I don’t know this feeling, and I don’t like this. Reggie’s that kind of persons, he’s the kind I think I’d never be fully mad at. 

I lay in my bed in the late at night. Thinking of nothing but Reggie’s body an my last fucking exam tommorow morning. I like this quietness, althought it would be better with Reggie. Fuck. I should stop thinking like that. I like the moonlight at this time and I like the feeling on my skin against the bed. I like it, all that it is

Just as I was about to exit my messages app, it scrolls back down to Reggie’s chat, notifying me of a new message. 

iMessage from Reggie

i wanna go home 

you read that in 2 second, u were waiting for me? please tell me u were waiting for me 

i miss your lips 

so damn much i could almost taste them 


(read: 3:27am) 


I feel so tempted to reply back. To tell him that thoughs of him have taken over my brain and I can’t help but feel like shit although he’s the one doing all the demage. He’s the one who walked out when I asked him to come clean with me, and he’s the one running away now for a reason he won’t bother telling me. 

I need to stop reminding myself that we’re not together. He can do whatever the hell he wants and i have nothing to say in it whatsoever. I can’t even allow myself to be mad at him. 

I debate in my head wheter I sould reply to ease this misery, knowing he’d been messaging me desperately for the past few days. I miss him like hell. If this is what it felt like not having his arms curled up around my body and his hair tickling my neck. I can only imagine what it would feel like withouth him at all. I decide to message him, a reply something he said says ago. My fingers type the words, staring at them for a few seconds before I press send. 

iMessage to: Reggie

I’m yours 


iMessage from: Reggie 

really?? u decide to text me back when i go to pee? now im happy and the pee wont come out properly 


iMessage to: Reggie

where r u? 


iMessage from Reggie 


im scared and im tired and i just want you 

i fucked up so bad princess, like i always do, but i want you so fucking bad 



iMessage to Reggie

you already have me 




iMessage from Reggie 

now 

i want you now 


iMessage to Reggie

my heart hurts Reggie 

and the only person i can tell is the person who hurt me 

you 

so fuck you 


iMessage from: Reggie

you dont understand 


iMessage to Reggie 

then explain, cause i cant go through this, im not someone you can play with and throw away, talk to me, im beggining you to talk to me 


iMessage from Reggie: 

park on 5th, right fucking now! 



PART TWO

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Drowning. Keith was drowning.

He was being tossed about in a torrential sea of panic and confusion. He gasped and choked and scrambled frantically, grasping for some sort of clarity, a drop of lucidity, sometime solid to hold and catch his breath.

With a hoarse cry he found himself bolt upright among his sheets, in the dark little room which was glaringly unfamiliar until he remembered that he was staying with Shiro.

He gasped for air, cold sweat moving down his face. Each breath itched and tore at his throat, and he felt scalding-hot tears threatening behind his eyes.

There was a sound of footsteps, the dull click of a light switch, and Keith was momentarily blinded. He blinked a few times, and Shiro seemed to materialize in front of him, kneeling by the edge of the futon with his arm outstretched cautiously, hovering uncertainly near Keith’s shoulder.

“I heard you yell,” he said, his voice rough with sleep. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Keith rasped. “It’s nothing.”

“Did you have a nightmare?”

Keith shrugged dismissively, not meeting Shiro’s eyes. Shiro frowned a bit, but didn’t push. “Do you want a glass of water?” he asked. His voice was soft, careful, like he was talking to a frightened animal. Keith wanted to scream. Or cry. Or both.

He cringed inwardly at himself. He was thirteen years old, not a baby anymore. He should have better emotional control.

“I’m fine Shiro. Go back to bed,” he said flatly.

He turned away as Shiro walked towards the door, and felt a shameful prickle of dread when the light died. Suddenly, the was a weight on the futon beside him. He turned to see Shiro settled above the blankets, hands folded on his stomach, legs stretched out and ankles crossed. He gave Keith a little grin.

“What are you doing?” Keith snapped, crossing his arms. “Go back to your bed, idiot.”

“I’m protecting you from the monsters under the futon,” Shiro said matter-of-factly.

Keith’s eyebrows shot up. His mouth opened and then closed again. Then his features settled into another grimace. “Don’t be stupid.”

Shiro placed a hand on his chest and sent Keith a look of mock outrage. “Excuse me, I have military training, do you not trust me to protect my little bro from the monsters under his futon?”

Keith reached for his pillow and smacked Shiro with it. Shiro laughed and held his arms up against Keith’s attacks. “Stop! Being! Dumb!” Keith shouted, trying (and failing) to keep the laughter from his voice. His chest felt warm. “Little bro”.

He’d never had any siblings. He’d never had anyone willing to climb into bed with him after a nightmare or make him comfort food when he was sad or steady him when he was panicking. He’d never had someone who cared about him like Shiro did.

And as he thought this, they both began to settle. It was a while before they slept, each having a tendency to start talking randomly, eliciting a groan of annoyance from the other, but eventually they both drifted comfortably, side by side.

Keith had never slept so peacefully in his life.

~three years later~

Shiro choked out a cry as he was launched out of the nightmare and into the cold, dry reality of his tiny room in the castle.

The cursed softly, burying his head between his knees. It had been like this for a while. If the various little souvenirs from his trauma that presented themselves in his waking life were bad, his dreams were absolutely harrowing.

He gritted his teeth and withheld a sob. His heart was pounding like a jackrabbit’s, and his skin felt clammy and cold. He tried controlling his breaths, soothing himself piece by piece.

And then the silence was broken by the thin sound of his door sliding open. He looked up to see Keith by his bed, face tight with concern. He felt the boy’s chilled fingers against his shoulder.

“Are you okay?” he asked softly.

“Not sure,” Shiro croaked. He couldn’t help but notice how young Keith looked in this moment. In the past year Keith had hardened, face pulled into a near constant scowl, always wire-taught and ready for a fight. But now, in the dark with his ruffled hair and wide eyes, he looked like a child again.

“I mean… I’m fine. Just a weird dream,” Shiro assured, trying for a confident smile which was somewhat belied by his visible shaking.

Keith’s brows drew together and his jaw set. “Move over,” he demanded. Shiro cocked an eyebrow and Keith gave him a gentle nudge. He shifted reluctantly as Keith crawled into bed beside him.

“Keith, you don’t have to-”

“I’m a paladin of Voltron,” Keith said matter-of-factly. “I think I can be trusted to protect my big bro from the monsters under his bed.”

Shiro felt a swell of fondness, and he smiled genuinely. Keith gave him a small smirk and an affectionate shove to his jaw. Shiro allowed himself to settle as Keith babbled softly, snorting and listening and snarking back until they seemed to naturally lapse into silence.

Shiro had never slept so peacefully in his life.

Stay (Drabble)

Summary: Bucky comes back after a fight.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 501

Based off of this prompt: I need a place to stay.

Warnings: Language, miiinor angst. But otherwise hella fluffy.

A/N: Here’s the last drabble I wrote celebrating 1500 followers. It’s kinda crazy how now that I’m past 2000 now eep. Hope you guys enjoy this!! <3

Originally posted by rainy--blog

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I Choose You

Originally posted by hunterchesters

Pairing: Dean x Reader
Word count: 1,010
Warnings: Swearing, a bit of angst
Request: Anonymous. Can you write a fluffy!Dean/reader fic, where she is upset bc her friend is a dick (you can decide why), and Dean comforts her and it’s just like 90% fluff? Please? Thank you, even if you don’t do it, because your fics are great :)
A/N: I hope this is okay, anon<33


Dean was lounging on his couch watching tv in his sweats when his phone went off. Glancing over, he saw your picture and smiled. He reached over and grabbed it, muting the tv, not caring what was happening.

Clenching his jaw, he got up, jogging up the stairs to his room to grab his wallet. He’d order some pizza to be delivered for dinner, knowing that would help cheer you up a bit. As he grabbed it off his nightstand, he smiled at the picture of the two of you at senior prom the year before. You did school online, not wanting to leave Dean. He didn’t want to go to college, so he went right to work.

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Imagine Sam confronting you and Dean about your feelings for each other.

“Whaaat?” You scoffed, “No. That’s just - that’s ridiculous.”

“I called you five times. No answer. Dean calls you once and you’re already here.”

“I didn’t see your calls. I was in the shower,” you lied, pretty smoothly. Or so you thought.

“In the shower for 2 hours?”

“Is that my phone ringing? Yep. Sorry, gotta get this one.”

“Why? Is it Dean again?” Sam asked with sarcasm.

You pretended to answer the call and rushed out of the room before you could dig yourself into an even bigger hole. God, you’d have to be more careful in the future or your little crush was going to get busted.

Just as you were leaving the motel room, Dean was walking inside, raising his eyebrows in salute to you with a smile, then popping a candy into his mouth.

He barely had the time to shut the door before his brother started.

“She’s into you, you know?”

“What?” Dean looked back at the door you had used just two seconds ago. “No, she - I’m not her type.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, she’s into herbal teas and fluffy animals. She probably wants a guy who writes her love poetry.”

“Trust me, she’s into you. When I call her she doesn’t pick up. When you do, she doesn’t even let it ring once. Does that tell you anything?” Sam asked, giving him a pointed look.

“Yeah, that you bore her to death before even opening your mouth. It’s barely her fault, really.”

“Yeah, right,” Sam said, unamused. “I know you like her, Dean.”

“What? No. That’s - that’s stupid. I don’t.”  

“I saw the way you look at her when she’s not looking. You like her,” he repeated, his voice only accentuating the conviction he held.

“Look, if by like you mean I’d sleep with her… sure. You got me. But that’s it. I don’t have some stupid crush on her.”

“Really? You don’t? Then why are you here?”

“What?”

“You heard me. Didn’t you have to meet that waitress tonight? The moment you knew Y/N would be here, you canceled all your plans. Why’s that?”

Dean’s eyes slightly widened. He opened his mouth to reply, but no excuse came out. So he improvised. “Is that my phone? Yeah. Gotta take this one. Nice talk, Sammy.” In an instant, he was out the door.

Sam smiled to himself. They had to come back eventually, and he had nothing but time. An uncomfortable dinner was ready to happen.

Next time Dean would think twice before changing his laptop wallpaper to the one of a killer clown. Oh, he would.

The rules are simple. You don’t take a joint from a guy named Don. There are no dogs in the car. You don’t mess with Sam’s computer. And you never, ever, involve clowns.

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Property of Dean Winchester

Originally posted by weallneedcastiel


SUMMARY: You and Jensen are best friends, you accompany him to Nashville for the convention and drunken hijinks ensue!

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x (bestfriend!)reader

Word Count: 1810

Warnings: Some swearing

A/N: So i have been struggling with writing and what not, and the other day this idea hits me. I am basing it off the information that I saw about NashCon and it just grew to this fic. This would be my first attempt at writing a possible more than friends type fic based on the actual actor. I mean no disrespect to Danneel, we will just consider her happy with someone else for the purpose of this fic. Also a huge shout out to Daddy B aka @bigdaddymongoose, she is my rock and helps me out sooo much with writing!

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“C’mon you two, let’s hit another bar!” Jared laughed, drunk off his ass already.

You giggled, watching your best friend trying to walk unaided. His bow legs making the staggering all the more comical. Finally, he made it to your side, he threw an arm around you, almost knocking the two of you to the ground.

“I think Jay here has had enough,” you snickered.

After the tour of the Jack Daniels Distillery and all the free shots, then the dart throwing game with Jason and the guys and more shots imbibed. Next, Creation Ent wanting to celebrate Jay’s birthday during the Saturday Night Special concert with you guessed it more alcohol involved. Let’s just say when Jay sang Tennessee Whiskey, he was almost three sheets to the wind then. If Jared got his way, this would be the third bar you all hit.

Jensen started shaking his head, “No, I-I think we need more bars,” he grinned. “Me likey, more acl-aco-alc-,” he furrowed his eyebrows like he was concentrating, “drinks.”

You laughed, “I think everybody is done for the night. You two have a panel in the morning, remember?” You smacked Jensen’s hand away from your face as he tried to “boop” your nose. “Stop that!”

Jared just gave you “Sam’s puppy eyes”, “Nope, Pada-gigantor, those will not work on me. I am impervious to “Mr. Awesome,” you jerked a thumb at Jensen, “you don’t stand a chance my tall friend.”

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anonymous asked:

Comics batjokes is actually a very dynamic and also very abusive relationship. Please do not support people that promote romanticizing an abusive relationship! People that get hate for comic batjokes deserve it tbh

look man,

have ur opinion, its fine. its whatever. you can think how you want. i hate a lot of other ship dynamics myself, whether they be abusive or promote erasure or i personally just dont care for them or whathaveyou

but what i dont do - for those ships i dont like - is go out of my way to pick fights with people on this beautiful blue hecksite we call tumblr.

its not funny, its not cute, its not noble. its just showing everyone how much free time and lack of impulse control you have.

if you’re not into it, thats fine. i completely understand. honestly a lot of the material in some of the comics gets really disturbing and dark and scary. thats just how they are. heck, im a horror fanatic and some of the stuff spooks me. but just because you’re not into it, doesnt mean you have to grab a megaphone and charge into that wasps nest with all those wasps you hate so much. 

there’s a block button and xkit’s blacklist / whitelist function for a reason.

tldr: have your thoughts and opinions, just dont tag it if all youre gonna do is look for a fight.

Left Out (Jughead x Reader)

Prompt: Could I ask for a scenario where Jughead and the reader are friends but she’s not a part of the main clique and feels kind of left out and like jug doesn’t want to be that close with her but jughead assures her that he does in fact want to be very close. Much more than just friends close. I love your blog so much btw and am slightly addicted haha

A/N: Hope you enjoyed! Requests are welcome!

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Left Out (Jughead x Reader)

You and Jughead have been talking for a little over three months yet he refuses to let you hang out with the rest of the group.

Lately, Jug’s been choosing everyone over you it seems like. And truthfully, you feel left out. Like he doesn’t want you to associate with his friends.

Betty and Veronica have chatted with you once while you were waiting for Jug to finish up editing his article for the Blue&Gold.

Jug made sure you were always out of sight whenever Archie came into view.

Kevin was the only one that you’ve actually talked to several times. As if Jug didn’t care that you talked to Kev, as long as it wasn’t any of the others.

You expressed your feelings to Kevin, who immediately sympathized with you. He also felt left out sometimes as he was more Betty’s friend and she usually liked to hang out with V or the boys instead. But he found other friends too and kinda got over it.

The only thing was that Jug and Kevin were your only two friends. You had recently moved to Riverdale and didn’t know anyone else except those two.

When you told Kevin this, he suggested talking to Jug. That’s what he did with Betty and she immediately started inviting him everywhere with the group as well as making sure to make time for their friendship.

Jug was different though. You weren’t exactly sure he even wanted your friendship. You felt as if he didn’t want you close to him in any way. Which hurt more than it should as you had a small crush on him once you got to know him more.

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Happy Birthday, Mr. Winchester

Originally posted by pleasingpics

Characters: Sam x Female Reader

Warnings: pure smut, oral (female recieving), slight dom!sam if you squint and tilt your head

Word Count: 1,042

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