it's the boy you never told i like you

head canons for lance!

please be nice this is my first attempt :)

~ the boy is super energetic like ALL of the time

~ he once at a worm because someone dared him to

~ threw up 2 minuets later

~ the first fight he got in was with a older boy who pulled his little sisters hair

~ he lost but his family was sooo proud!

~ lives by the motto “depressed but well dressed”

~ is bi/pan basically flirts with everything that moves

~ he does this for validation! (langst)

~ he flirts with keith on the ship!

~ keith has no idea and is very confused

~  Lance: hey can I follow you because my mama always said to follow my  dreams!

Keith: ????? erm no?? don’t follow me??

~ the poor boy SUFFERS

~ he can dance really well

~ like REALLY WELL the boy can move !

~ he surprises crew when at a banquet he pulls out this fabulous traditional dancing and WOOO BOY WE SEE THE CROWD LOSE IT

~ the team are kinda ??? after

~ wow lance you can dance! how come you never told us?? - pidge

~you never asked I didn’t think it was important??- lance

~cue hugs from team because I am WEAK

~ lance likes all creatures he finds

~if its smaller than a toaster and non-toxic he will pet it

~he has petted a super rare space animal before and it got attached

~its about the size of a mango and purple

~it lives in his room now!!

~ its called nemo

~lance can do the eyelid thing

~where you pop them out  inside out

shiro SCREAMED the first time he did it in front of him

~the team brings this up a lot

welp that’s all I have for now I might do some more if people like them :)

please forgive any mistakes this is my first attempt :)

  • 6 year old cousin: what does shipping people mean?
  • Me: shipping is the concept of a fictional couple; to "ship" a couple means to have an affinity/Liking for it in one way or another; a "shipper" or a "fangirl/boy" is somebody significantly involved with such an affinity/liking..
  • Cousin: who do you ship?
  • Me: I tend to torture myself by shipping couples that may never happen like Lena and Kara,always remember love is love as long as it's consensual and both parties are adults or kids..
  • Cousin: isn't supergirl dating that mean guy,you've always told me to never hit a girl or call her names,I'm 6 and I know that,he's older than me and I know more than him but she likes it and I don't understand
  • Me: you actually listen to me? And no you're right follow what I taught you and not the show,who would you rather see her with?
  • Cousin: I personally ship Kara with Kryptonite or myself over the jerk
  • Me: No DNA test needed we are related..

anonymous asked:

I know you're swamped with prompt requests but please hear me out!! What if it hadn't been Taki and Tanuma that had passed by when Natsume was de-aged, but Nishimura and Kitamoto instead?? Thanks for taking the time to read this, I love your work!!

i had a bunch of people ask for a young!natsume fic ;v ; hopefully just this one is sufficient! i have a lot of requests to work through ladgldgh


Taki forgets the cupcakes. Tanuma says, “Natsume won’t mind if we’re a few minutes late,” and they double back to her house to retrieve them. 

When the Days Eater has gone, and Nyanko is left with a pint-sized Natsume where the proper one should have been, Taki and Tanuma aren’t there to intervene and the child slips away from the unfamiliar tanuki yokai, moving as silently and certainly as a little ghost. 

Natsume is fairly certain he’s lost, and fairly certain he hasn’t been missed. But he wouldn’t want to cause the family he’s staying with any trouble – not sooner than he can help, at least. So he’ll follow the road into town, and figure things out from there. 

He can’t go far before he has to stop and roll the legs of his pants up. They keep slipping down so he cinches the belt tighter, and loses the long socks completely. The grass feels good under his feet anyway, sun-warm and springy. He’s surrounded by fields that seem to sprawl forever. He doesn’t know where he is, but it seems calm and welcoming. It seems nice.

“–told you, look at him! He looks just like Natsume! Right down to the thousand yard stare.”

Natsume jumps, whirling around and loosing his footing as he does. He lands with an oof and looks up to find himself face to face with an older boy. A high school student, maybe. There’s two of them, but only one is at his eye level, crouching in the road with an expression of wonder.

“Kitamoto, seriously, are you seeing this? Hey kid, what’s your name?”

He’s shrinking from them automatically – bigger bodies and bigger numbers usually don’t mean anything good for him, and he doesn’t want to go home with bruises on top of everything else he’s put his current family through – but there’s no real fear in his heart of these older boys, none at all. 

That’s… surprising. 

So he says, softly, “Natsume.” And blinks when the boy in front of him grins, like his name was the right answer. 

“I knew it! Natsume never told us he had a little cousin. Your family must have super genes or something, ‘cause the resemblance is scary.” 

“Do you hear yourself when you talk, Nishimura? You’re freaking him out.” The other boy – Kitamoto – yanks Nishimura back by the hood of his sweatshirt so he topples backwards, but not in the mean way Natsume’s classmates do. Nishimura squawks in outrage and scrambles for a second like a stag beetle tipped on its back, and Kitamoto offers Natsume a hand with a warm smile. “C’mon, you’ll catch cold out here. What are you doing, running around without shoes on?”

“You’re not his mom, Acchan. He might look like Natsume, but there’s no way he gets sick as easily as him. No one gets sick as easily as him.“

Natsume takes Kitamoto’s hand tentatively, and the high schooler doesn’t hold it too tight or pull too hard; just brings him up to his feet with a friendly yank, and then tousles his hair a bit. 

“You – you know my,” he swallows hard, and says, “Natsume? You know him?”

“Well, sure,” Nishimura says, dusting himself off. “We’re his buddies. He’s in my class, too.”

The tanuki yokai said the same thing, sort of. About being a high school student, and living in this area with people called the Fujiwaras. And he doesn’t think these people are lying to him. They’re too warm and lively to be monsters, the human or the spirit kind. They’re smiling at him nicely. 

He likes them. 

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This might not work but pre apocalypse, ricks daughter and Negan were v serious (probably engaged) then when it hit ricks daughter stayed with Negan and left Rick with Lori and Carl. Flash to the hilltop, Negan comes out of the RV with pregnant wife; skip to group’s reaction ECT. Too specific? Thanks Doll!!

loved this request, hope I did it justice, probably a part two coming your way.

Originally posted by werewolvesxo

“Are you ready?” you asked the older man sitting beside you, turning towards you with a sombre look on his face. “To get the shit kicked outta me? Yes sweetheart, I am.” You lightly chuckled, Negan always was a dramatic. “You’ll be fine, you’re a big boy.” You playfully squeezed his cheek like an old lady would do a child.

This was the first time you were bringing your boyfriend, now fiancé, to meet your parents, Rick and Lori. Keeping the relationship a secret for the past 2 years was tough but now you and Negan were serious, you decided it would be best to tell your parents. You had both traveled to Georgia, back to your childhood home to see your parents. You had moved to the state of Virginia, to gain independence as a young adult and to take a job as a teacher.

Negan took an interest to you, as soon as you had been introduced by the principle of the school. You knew that you were good at your job and many of the teachers were jealous of your monthly pay rises, even though none of them wanted to put the amount of effort as you did. You got along with everyone in your classes and many praised you, saying you were their favorite teacher. Negan had come to you for advice on a certain student that liked to cause trouble in his lesson; the boy was in your tutor group, so it was your responsibility to make sure he behaved in Negan’s lesson. That day, Negan had asked you to dinner, strictly business he told you. In a turn of events, you ended up in Negan’s bed that night, causing rumors to run wild around the school, people questioning why you were wearing the same clothes as the day before. From that moment, you became inseparable. He opened up to you about his previous wife’s passing, a woman called Lucille. As many other women would probably feel jealous that he had been married but you weren’t. From what he had told you, you felt like you and Lucille would have got along.

Before long, you and Negan had become a couple and moved in together in a small apartment in Virginia. You sometimes visited your parents and your little brother Carl, mostly at Christmas and Thanksgiving. It was fastly approaching Christmas and you wanted Negan to spend the first Christmas as your fiancé with your family.

“Well, let’s get this done then.” You said, unclipping your seat-belt and getting out of the car. Negan followed you, making your way to the front door, knocking on it. The door opened to reveal your dad, in his brown sheriff attire with his hat. “Y/N!” he exclaimed, pulling you into a tight hug. “Carl will be so happy to see you, who’s this?” he asked, looking over at Negan who had his hands in his pockets. You mentally cursed him, thinking he could look a little more interested in meeting your parents. You smiled nonetheless, grabbing Negan’s hand intertwining it with yours. “Dad. This is Negan, he’s my fiancé.” Your dad looked shocked, eyes wondering down to look at your hands joined together. “You’re engaged? Are you kidding me Y/N?” you knew he would be annoyed that you hadn’t told him, but what were you meant to say?

‘Hey dad, I’m dating a man twice my age and we’re getting married but I haven’t told you because I know you would probably fly to Virginia to murder him.’

It just wasn’t easy to explain to your dad, or any of your family to be honest. You bit your lip, looking up at your dad. “Look, I probably should have told you sooner…but I didn’t know how you would react! I’m sorry dad.” He sighed, moving to let a space through door. “I guess you better come in; speak to your mother Y/N. She’ll want to know.” You walked through the door, going into the house. Negan went to follow before Rick placed his hand in the way, stopping him from walking into the house. “What are your intentions with my daughter, Negan?” he asked, making eye contact with Negan. “Well, I’m going to marry her, if you hadn’t caught on to that yet.” Rick dryly chuckled. “She’s half your age and you’re old enough to be her dad. Now, from where I’m standing, that ain’t a very good match.” Negan raised his eyebrows, baffled that he was being interrogated, what else was he expecting from a sheriff.

“Look, the only reason I am here is because Y/N wanted me to ask for your blessing and to meet you guys. Now, I honestly don’t give a fucking fuck if you bless us or not, I am marrying your daughter. So, if you would excuse me.” He said, pushing past Rick’s arm. You were chatting with your mom when Negan came in, with a smile on his face. “Hi, you must be Y/N’s mom, Lori. I can see where Y/N gets her good looks from.” He shook your mother’s hand placing a kiss on the top of her knuckles, much to your dad’s disapproval. You and Negan got talking about how you met and how he proposed, your mother listening intently. Your dad had gone to work early, not wanting to be around your future husband for much longer after what had said.

You left your parents’ house at about 7 that night, after seeing Carl and spending time with him. He seemed to really like Negan and he got along with him pretty well.

You were driving back to the hotel you were staying at, when you asked Negan if he had asked your dad for his blessing. “So what did he say?” you got a little excited, you had really hoped your dad had said approved your marriage to Negan. “He obviously wasn’t happy with his little girl being taken away from him, but I think he’s okay with it.” He explained, leaning closer into you. You smiled, this was the beginning of a brand new chapter for your life and you were glad Negan was a part of it.

“Let’s meet the man.” Simon banged on the RV door, walking over to the side of you. “You know he’s going to parade you in front of Rick, right sweetheart?” he whispered into your ear. The group hadn’t noticed you yet, with you being hidden at the back of the group. Your heart felt like it was going to drop, you knew that Negan was going to rub the fact he had Rick’s daughter, married and pregnant, in the group’s faces.

The door of the RV swung open, Negan stepping down with Lucille sitting on his shoulder. “Are we pissing our pants yet?” he asked walking out of the dark shadows, into the lights of the various cars and trucks. Rick looked up at Negan, knowing who he was. He knew since the name of the leader had been told to him, he just wanted to know where his baby girl was. “Oh boy, do I have a feeling we’re getting close.” He laughed; looking at the group like a lion would its prey. “Yeah, it’s gonna be pee-pee pants city here real soon.” Negan smirked, looking over in your direction. You knew what was coming next.

“Now, which one of you pricks is the leader? Oh, wait! I already know. It’s nice to see you again, Rick.” Negan waltzed over to Rick, kneeling down in front of him. The rest of the group looked on at the two in confusion; Rick had never told any of them that he knew Negan before. “Where is she?” he asked, quietly. “Who?” Rick looked up at him in desperation, hoping that Negan would stop playing games. “Oh, you mean you’re hot as fuck daughter? She’s right here, in this very forest.” He rose back up into a standing position. “Baby, come out. Don’t keep your old man waiting.” You stepped out in front of everyone, walking to the side of Negan. You played with the sleeves of your plaid shirt, in nervousness. It had been a good couple years since you last saw your dad, and it hadn’t been on good terms.

“I don’t want you marrying him Y/N. He’s a pervy old man looking for a young girl to show off!” Rick shouted in anger, Negan gave him a bad feeling and he didn’t want his little girl being taken advantage of. “You only met him a few weeks ago, dad! You don’t know him like I do! He makes me happy, why can’t you accept that?” you shouted right back, tears streaming down your face. You wanted your family to get along with Negan; he was going to be your husband for god sakes. “I’m sorry Y/N, but I can’t sit here and accept him. It’s either your family or him.”

You had gone with the latter, choosing Negan over your family. You really didn’t want too, but you couldn’t just drop Negan from your life. He bought so much into it, you were truly happy with him, even to this day. He obviously had to change a little, hell everyone had changed because of this apocalypse.

“Hi dad.” You whimpered, scared of his reaction. There was no hiding your bump, being around 5 months along. Rick’s face said it all, a cocktail of shock, anger and disappointment. Carl couldn’t believe what he was seeing, a man who had been so kind and played games with him on that day, was now standing in front of the group, waiting to kill someone. “See that Rick, your daughter is carrying my child. Remember that day when I first met you, goddamn! I bet you never thought anything like this would happen, huh?”  He laughed, placing an arm around your shoulder. “Since you had been gone for so long, Y/N had to have a new daddy and I happily obliged.” he laughed, guiding you to the RV. “Now baby, stay in there and no peaking. This shit is about to get messy.” He smirked, kissing you before you went into the RV.

You just hoped he wouldn’t harm your dad or brother.


you only exist at 3 am
when its dead silent, and
thats why you live in the city. its
never silent in a city. always
moving. always keeping you up,

eyes open, mouth open,
eyes glittering, mouth glittering,

all shining.

glitter and gold.

you only exist when you dont,
and thats fine enough with you.

you buried your heart
like they bury a horse-
real far down,
in the middle of the ring-

buried with an excavator and
no aplomb.

buried it at 3 am when it was real

there was a gun in attendance
and a bottle of whiskey. you
were there.

you manned the machinery and
also stood by the edge
of the grave. it was okay.
you shoveled dirt in until the
sun rose, and then gave up.
youre not given to giving up,
but you did.

your fake self is a snarler
and a charmer.
he knows how to live.
he painted an anatomically
correct heart on his sleeve
in gold paint and blood
and he can fire a gun,
use a knife,
bruise his knuckles.

your fake self thrives on
noise. hes alive at all hours,
awake at all hours,
bared teeth at all hours-

your fake self survives
on rotten meat and metal
and he never gets the taste
of rust and salt off his tongue.

its fine.

you havent been real for years.

its fine.



( @kingsofchaos )

i hold fate in my arms like a lover, swirl cities into the skin between its shoulderblades – their futures will settle there, and the way the lines connect between fate’s freckles will dictate salvation or damnation. bow to me, boy, for i see empires crashing like cymbals before your hands, and i see your name etched into the earth like a kiss, but without me you will never make it out of this slow town that does as it is told and only speaks in words. you, boy, you speak in immortality, but only if i cast these truths into your bones, where no scavenger can root them out.
so bow, boy. come here; come closer.
—  the prophetess speaks // abby, day 234

HEARTBREAKER || a darkiplier mix

sleep - my chemical romance // 1940 (amplive remix) - the submarines // an unhealthy obsession - the blake robinson synthetic orchestra // volatile times - iamx //  i want you - summer camp // (i always kill) the things i love - the real tuesday weld // seven devils - florence and the machine // reaper man - mother mother // sound of madness - shinedown // the widow - the mars volta // child psychology - black box recorder // neighbour - mother mother // dead! - my chemical romance // i love you - the dandy warhols // haunted - shirk 

CHEAP IMITATOR || an antisepticeye mix

body - mother mother // afraid - the neighbourhood // i don’t care - fall out boy // forest fire - andrew jackson jihad // emperor’s new clothes - panic! at the disco // the flipside - griffinilla ft. shadrow // control - halsey // little pistol - mother mother // animal impulses - iamx // handlebars - flobots // wires - the neighbourhood // it’s murder - mayhem //i never told you what i do for a living - my chemical romance // lights out - mindless self indulgence // cult - kikuo 

Typed transcripts of Eric's Entire journal: 4-10-98 to 4-3-99

I hate the fucking world, to many god damn fuckers it in. to many thoughts about societies all wrapped up together in this place called AMERICA. everyone has their own god damn opinions on every damn thing and you may be saying “well what makes you so different?”. because I have something only me and V have, SELF AWARENESS, Call it exortenstiolism or whatever the fuck u want. we know what are to this world and what everyone else is. we learn more than what caused the civil war and how to simplify quadratics in school. we have been watching you people. we know what you think and how you act, all talk and no actions. people who are said to be brave or couragous are usually just STUPID then they say later that they did it on purpose cause they are brave when they did on fucking accident. GOD everything is so corrupt and so filled with opinions little and points of view and peoples’ own little agendas and shedules. this isnt a world anymore, its H.O.E. and [no]one knows it. self awareness is a wonderful thing. I know I will die soon, so will you and everyone else. maybe will we be lucky and a comet will smash us back to day 1. people say it is immoral to follow others, they say be a leader. well here is a fuckin news flash for you stupid shits, everyone is a follower! everyone who says they arent a follower and then dresses diff. or acts diff. … They got that from something they saw on TV or in film or in life. no originality, how many JO MAMMA jokes are there and how many do u think are original and not copied. KEINE. Its a fucking filthy place we live in. all these standards and laws and Great Expectations (webb) are making people into robots even though they might “think” they arent and try to deny it. no matter how hard they try to NOT copy someone I still AM! except for this fucking piece of paper right here, and B.T.W spelling is stupid unless I say. I say spell it how it sounds, it’s the fuckin easiest way. hey try this sometime, when someone tells you something, ask “why?” eventually they will be stumped and cant answer anymore. thats because they only know what they need to know in society and school, not real life science. they will end up saying words to this “because! Just shut up!” people that only know stupid facts that arent important should be shot, what fucking use are they. NATURAL SELECTION. KILL all retards, people w/ brain fuck ups, drug adics, people cant figure out to use a fucking lighter. GEEEAWD! people spend millions of dollars on saving the lives of retards, and why. I don’t buy that shit like “oh hes my son though!” so the fuck what, he aint normal, kill him, put him out his misery. he is only a waste of time and money, then people say “But he is worth the time, he is human too” no he isnt, if he was then he would swalow a bullet cause he would realize what a fucking waste and burden he was. – 4/10/98

as I said before, self awareness is a wonderful thing. I know what all you fuckers are thinking and what to do to piss you off and make you feel bad. I always try to be different, but I always end up copying someone else. I try to be a mixture of different things and styles but when I step out of myself I end up looking like others or others THINK I am copying. One big fucking problem Is people telling me what to fuckin do, think, say, act, and everything else. Ill do what you say IF I feel like it. But people (I.E. parents, cops, God, teachers) telling me what to [arrow points to do, think, say, act, and everything else] just makes me not want to fucking do it! thats why my fucking name is REB!!! no one is worthy of shit unless I say they are, I feel like GOD and I wish I was, having everyone being OFFICIALLY lower than me. I already know that I am higher than almost anymore in the fucking welt in terms of universal Intelligence and where we stand in the universe compared to the rest of the UNIV. and if you think I dont know what Im talking about then you can just “ßUCK DICH” and saugen mein Hund! Isnt america supposed to be the land of the free? how come, If im free, I cant deprive a stupid fucking dumbshit from his possessions If he leaves then sitting in the front seat of his fucking van out in plain sight and in the middle fucking nowhere on a Fri fucking day night. NATURAL SELECTION. fucker should be shot. same thing with all those rich snotty toadies at my school. fuckers think they are higher than me and everyone else with all their $ just because they were born into it? Ich denk NEIN. BTW, “sorry” is just a word. it doesnt mean SHIT to me. everyone should be put to a test. an ULTIMATE DOOM test, see who can survive in an environtment using only smarts and military skills. put them in a doom world. no authority, no refuge, no BS copout excuses. If you cant figure out the area of a triangle or what “cation” means, you die! if you cant take down a demon w/ a chainsaw or kill a hell prince w/ a shotgun, you die! fucking snotty rich fuckheads [Censored by J.C.Sheriff Office] who rely on others or on sympathy or $ to get them through life should be put to this challenge. plus it would get rid of all the fat, retarded, crippled, stupid, dumb, ignorant, worthless people of this world. no one is worthy of this planet only me and who ever I choose. there is just no respect for anything higher than your fucking boss or parent. everyone should be shot out into space and only the people I saw should be left behind. 4/12/98

ever wonder why we go to school? besides getting a so called education. its not to obvious to most of you stupid fucks but for these who think a little more and deeper you should realize it. its societies way of turning all the young people into good little robots and factory workers thats why we sit in desks in rows and go by bell schedules, to get prepared for the real world cause “thats what its like”. well god damit no it isnt! one thing that seperates us from other animals is the fact that we can carry on actual thoughts. so why don’t we? people go on day by day. rutine shit. why cant we learn in school how we want to. why cant we sit on desks and on shelves and put our feet up and relax while we learn? cause thats not what the “real world is like” well hey fuckheads, there is no such thing as an actual “real world”. its just another word like justice, sorry, pity, religion, faith, luck and so on. we are humans. if we dont like something we have the fucking ability to change! but we dont, atleast U dont. I would. U just whine/bitch thoughtout life but never do a goddamn thing to change anything. “man can eat, drink, fuck, and hunt and anything else he does is madness” - Based on Lem’s quote. boy oh fuckin boy is that true. when I go NBK, and people say things like, “oh it was so tragic,” or “oh he is crazy!” or “It was bloody!” I think, so the fuck what, you think thats a bad thing? just because your mommy and daddy told you blood and violence is bad, you think its a fucking law of nature? wrong, only science and math are true, everything, and I mean everyfuckingthing else is man made. my doctor wants to put me on medication to stop thinking about so many things and to stop getting angry. well, I think that anyone doesnt like me is just bullshitting themselves. try it sometime if you think you are worthy, which you probly will you little shits, drop all your beliefs and views and ideas that have been burned into your head and try to think about why your here. but I bet most of you fuckers cant even think that deep, so that is why you must die. how dare you think that I and you are part of the same species when we are sooooooo different. you arent human you are a Robot. you dont take advantage of your capabilites given to you at birth. you just drop them and hop onto the boat and headdown the stream of life with all the other fuckers of your type. well god damit I wont be a part of it! I have thought to much, realized to much, found out to much, and I am to self aware to just stop what I am thinking and go back to society because what I do and think isnt “right” or “morally accepted” NO, NO, NO GOD FUCKING DAMIT NO!I will sooner die than betray my own thoughts. but before I leave this worthless place, I will kill who ever I deam unfit for anything at all. especially life. and i fyou pissed me off in the past, you will die if I see you. because you might be able to piss off others and have it eventually all blow over, but not me. I dont forget people who wronged me. like [Censored by J.C. Sheriff Office] he will never get a chance to read this because he will be dead by me before this is discovered – 4/21/98

The human race sucks. human nature is smuthered out by society, jobs, and work and school. instincts are deleted by laws. I see people say things that contradict themselves, or people that dont take any advantage to the gift of human life. they waste their minds on memorizing the stats of every college basketball player or how many words should be an a report when they should be using their brain on more important things. the human race isnt worth fighting for anymore. WWII was the last war worth fighting and was the last time human life and human brains did any good any made us proud. now, with the government having scandals and conspiracies all over the fucking place and lying to everyone all the time and with worthless pointless mindless discraceful TV shows on (scratched out) and with everyone ub-fucking-sessed with hollywood and beauty and fame and glamour and politics and anything famous, people just arent worth saving. Society may not realize what is happening but I have; you go to school, to get used to studying and learning how youre “supposed to” so that drains or filters out a little bit of human nature. but thats after your parents taught you whats right and wrong even though you may think differently, you still must to have more of your human nature blown out of your ass. society trys to make everyone act the same by burying all human nature and instincts. Thats what school, laws, jobs, and parents do If they realize it or not and them, the few who stick to their natural instincts are casted out as psychos or lunatics or strangers or just plain different. crazy, strange, weird, wild, these words are not bad or degrading.. if humans were let to live how we would naturaly it would be chaos and anarchy and the human race wouldnt probably last that long, but hey guess what, thats how its supposed to be!!!!! society and goverments are only created to have order and calmness, which is exactly the opposite of pure human nature. take away all your laws and morals and just see what you can do. if the goverment was one entity it would be thinking “hey, lets make some order here and calm these crazy fucks down so we can be constructive and fight other goverments in our own little so called self created "civilizied world” and get rid of all those damn insticts everyone has" well shit I’m to tired wright anymor tonight, so until next time, fuck you all – 5/6/98

It has been confirmed, after getting my yearboook and watching people like [censored] and [censored] the human race isn’t worth fighting for, only worth killing. give the Earth back to the animals, they deserve it infinitely more than we do. nothing means anything more, most quotes are worthless, especially the rearranged ones like “dont fight your enemies, make your enemies fight” you know, quotes that use the same phrase just rearranged, Dumbfuck shit [illegible] wear. its funny, people say “you shouldn’t be so different.” to me, and 1st I say fuck you dont tell me what I should and shouldn’t be and 2ND mother fuckers different is good, I dont want to be like you or anyone which is almost impossible this day w/ all the little shits trying to be “original-copycats”, I expect shits like you to criticize anyone who isnt one of your social words; “normal” or “civilized” - see tempest and Caliban. allyou degrading worthless shits. all caught up and brainwashed into the 90’s society. “what? you AREN’T going to college, are you are crazy!” holy SHIT that is one fucking BIG Quote that just proves my point. step back and look at yourself fuckers, I dare you, maybe I’ll get lucky and you’ll step back to far like Nick in Elm3. w/ the same concequence. – 5/9/98

wooh, different pen. HA! alright you pathetic fools listen up; I have figured it out. the human race strives for exellence in life and community always wanting to bring more =good= into the comm. and nulify =bad= things. anyone who thinks differently than the majority or the leaders is deamed “unusual” or weird or crazy. people want to be a part of something; a family, a service, a club, a union, a community, whatever. thats what humans want. who cares waht you as an individual thinks, you must do what you are told, whether it is jump of a bridge or drive on the right side of the road. protesters in the past protested because the human race that was dominant (Ghandi and the Brits or the king and the americans) wasnt working out = they had fault = they failed = their ideas didnt work. humans dont change that much, they only get better technology to do their work quicker/easier. people always say we shouldnt be racist. why not? Blacks ARE different, like it or not they are. they started on the bottom so why not keep em there. it took the centuries to convince us that they are equal but they still use their color as an excuse or they just discriminate us because we are white. Fuck you, we should ship yer black asses back to Afri-fucking-ca were you came from. we brought you here and we will take you back. America=White. Gays….well all gays, ALL gays, should be killed. mit keine fragen. lesbians are fun to watch if they are hot but still, its not human. its a fucking disease. you dont see bulls or roosters trying to fuck do you? no, I didn’t think so. women you will always be under men. its been seen throughout nature, males are almost always doing the dangerous shit while the women stay back. its your animal instincts, deal with it or commit suicide, just do it quick. thats all for now. – 5/20/98

If you recall your history the Nazis came up with a “final solution” to the Jewish problem… kill them all. well incase you havent figured it out yet, I say, “K I L L M A N K I N D” no one should survive. we all live in lies. people are saying they want to live in a perfect society, well utopia doesnt exist. It is human to have flaws. you know what, Fuck it. why should I have to explain myself to you survivors when half of the shit I say you shitheads wont understand and if you can then woopie fucking do. that just means you have something to say as my reason for killing. and the majority of the audience wont even understand my motives either! they’ll say “ah, hes crazy, hes insane, oh well, I wonder if the bulls won.” you see! it’s fucking worthless! all you fuckers should die! DIE! what the fuck is the point if onlu some people see what I am saying, there will always be ones who dont, ones that are to dumb or naive or ignorrant or just plain retarded. If I cant pound it into every single persons head then it is pointless. fuck mercy fuck justic fuck morals fuck civilized fuck rules fuck laws… DIE manmade words…people think they apply to everything when they dont/cant. theres no such thing as True Good or True Evil, its all relative to the observer. its just all nature, chemistry, and math. deal with it. but since dealing with it seems impossible for mankind, since we have to slap warning labels on nature, then… you die. burn, melt, evaporate, decay, just go the fuck away!!!! YAAAAAH!!!! - 6/12/98-


“when in doubt, confuse the hell out the enemy” - Fly 9/2/98

wait mercy doesnt exist….

heres something to chew on….: today I saw a program on the discovery channel about satelites and radar and aircraft and stuff, and at the end of the show the narrator said some things that made me think “damn, we are so advanced, we kick ass, america is awesome, we have so many things in our military, we would kick anyones ass.” for a minute I actually had some pride in our nation…. then I realized, “hey, this only the Good things that I am seeing here. only the Pros, not the cons. maybe thats what people see, only the Pros, and thats why they are under control. but me, I see all… you can only blind me for so long. but alas, I have realized that Yes, the human race is still indeed doomed. It just needs a few kick starts, like me, and hell, maybe even [censored]. If can whipe a few cities off the map, and even the fuckhead Holding the map, then great. hmm, just thinking if I want ALL humans dead or maybe just the quote-unquote "civilized, developed, and known-of” places on Earth. maybe leave little tribes of natives in the rain forest er something. hmm, I’ll think about that. eh. done for tonight -REB- 6/13/98

As part of the human race, and having the great pleasure of being blessed with a brain, I can think. Humans can do whatever they want. There are no laws of nature that prevent humans from making choices. maybe from actually DOING some of those choices, but not from making the choice. If a man choosses to speed while driving home one day, then it is his fault for whatever happens. If he crashes into a school bus full of kidies and they all burn to death, its his fault. Its only a tragedy if you think it is, and then its only a tragedy in your own mind. so you shouldn’t expect others to think that way also. it could also be a miracle for another person. maybe the bus stopped the car from plowing into a little old lady walking on the sidewalk. one could think it was a “miracle” that she wasnt hit. you see, anything and everything that happens in our world is just that, a HAPPENING. anything else is relative to the observer, but yet we try to have a “universal law” or “code” of what is good and bad and that just isnt fucking correct. we shouldn’t be allowed to do that. we arent GODS. just because we are at the top of the food chain with our technology doesnt mean we can be “judges” of nature. sure we can think what we can think what we want, but you can “think” and “believe” you can judge people and nature all you want, but you are still wrong! why should your morals apply to everyone else. “morale” is just another word. and thats it. I think we are all a waste of natural resources and should be killed off, and since humans have the ability to choose… and I’m human… I think I will choose to kill and damage as much as nature allows me to so take that. fuck you, and eat napalm + lead! HA! only Nature can stop me. I know I could get shot by a cop after only killing a single person, but hey guess the fuck WHAT! I chose to kill that one person so get over it! Its MY fault! not my parents, not my brothers, not my friends, not my favorite bands, not computer games, not the media. IT is MINE! go shut the fuck up!
-REB- 7/29/98

someones bound to say “what were they thinking?” when we go NBK or when we were planning it, so this what I am thinking. “I have a goal to destroy as much as possible so I must not be sidetracked by my feelings of sympathy, mercy, or any of that, so I will force myself to believe that everyone is just another monster from Doom like FH or FS or demons, so It’s either me or them. I have to turn off my feelings.” keep this is mind, I want to burn the world, I want to kill everyone except about 5 people, who I will name later, so If you are reading this you are lucky you escaped my rampage because I wanted to kill you. It will be very tricky getting all of our supplies, explosives, weaponry, ammo, and then hiding it all and then actually planting it all so we can achieve our goal. but if we get busted any time, we start killing then and there, just like Wilks from the AlIENS books, I aint going out without a fight.
Once I finally start my killing, keep this in mind, there are probably about 100 people max in the school alone who I dont want to die, the rest, MUST FUCKING DIE! If I didnt like you or if you pissed me off and lived through my attacks, consider yourself one lucky god damn NIGGER. Pity that a lot of the dead will be a waste in someways, like dead hot chicks who were still bitches, they could have been good fucks. oh well, too fucking bad. life isnt fair… not by a long fuckin shot when Im at the wheel, too. God I want to torch and level everything in this whole fucking area but Bombs of that size are hard to make, and plus I would need a fuckin fully loaded A-10 to get every store on wadsworth and all the buildings downtown. heh, Imagine THAT ya fuckers, picture half of denver on fire just from me and Vodka. napalm on sides of skyscrapers and car garages blowing up from exploded gas tanks…. oh man that would be beautiful. – 10/23/98

you know what, I feel like telling about lies. I lie a lot. almost constant. and to everybody, just to keep my own ass out of the water. and by the way (side note) I dont think I am doing this for attention, as some people may think. lets see, what are some big lies I have told; “yeah I stopped smoking,” “for doing it not for getting caught,” “no I’m havent been making more bombs,” “no I wouldn’t do that,” and of course, countless of other ones, and yeah I know that I hate liers and I am one myself, oh fucking well. Its ok If I am a hypocrite, but no one else. because I am higher then you people, no matter what you say if you disagree I would shoot you And I am one racist mother fucker too, fuck the niggers and spics and chinks, unless they are cool, but sometimes they are so fucking retarded they deserve to be ripped on. some people go through life begging to be shot. and white fucks are just the same. if I could nuke the world I would, because so far I hate you all. there are probly around 10 people I wouldnt want to die, but hey, who ever said life is fair should be shot like the others too. - 11/1/98

heh heh heh. I sure had fun this weekend. lets see, what really happened. before going to the Rock n Bowl we stopped by King Soopers and one and [censored] picked up some big ass stoges. we then went to the Rock n Bowl and I had a few cigarettes and one of brand new cigars. we then went back to [censored] house where her mom had previousely bought us all a fuck load of liquor. personally I had asked for Tequilla and Irish cream, Vodka got his vodka, and there was beer, whiskey, schnopps, puckers, scotch and of course, orange juice! so we had some fun there playing cards and making drinks. we eventually made it to bed at about 5AM. got up at 10, went to safeway got some donouts and then I took Vodka home. the bottle of Tequilla is almost full and is in car, right by my spare tire and right by the bottle of irish cream. heh heh. I’ll have to find a spot for those. and by the way, this nazi report is boosting my love of killing even more. like the early Nazi government, my brain is like a sponge, sucking up everything that sounds cool and leaving out all that is worthless, thats how Nazism was formed and thats how I will be too!

Fuck you Brady! all I want is a couple of guns, and thanks to your fucking bill I will probably not get any! come on, I’ll have a clean record and I only want for personal protection. Its not like I’m some person who would go on a shooting spree…. fuckers. Ill probably end up nuking everything and fucking robbing some gun collectors house. Fuck, thatll be be hard. oh well, just as long as I kill a lot of fucking people. Everyone is always making fun of me because of how I look, how fucking weak I am and shit, well I will get you all back: ultimate fucking revenge here. you people could have shown more respect, treated me better, asked for my knowledge or guidence more, treated me more like senior, and maybe I wouldn’t have been as ready to tear your fucking heads off. then again, I have always hated how I looked, I make fun of people who look like me, sometimes without even thinking sometimes just because I want to rip on myself. Thats where a lot of my hate grows from, the fact that I have practically no selfesteem, especially concerning girls and looks and such. therefore people make fun of me… constantly… therefore I get no respect and therefore I get fucking PISSED. as of this date I have enough explosives to kill about 100 people, and then if I get a couple bayonetts, swords, axes, whatever I’ll be able to kill at least 10 more. and that just isnt enough! GUNS! I need guns! Give me some fucking firearms!

HATE! I’m full of hate and I Love it. I HATE PEOPLE and they better fucking fear me if they know whats good for em. yes I hate and I guess I want others to know it, yes I’m racist and I don’t mind. Niggs and spics bring it on themselves, and another thing, I am very racist towards white trash p.o.s.s like [censored] and [censored] they deserve the hatred, otherwise I probly wouldnt hate them. Its a tragedy, the human nature of people will lead to their downfall. Peoples human nature will get them killed. whether by me or Vodka, Its happened before, and not just in school shootings like those pussy dumbasses over in Minnesota who squeeled. throughtout history, Its our fucking nature! I know how people are and why and I cant stand it! I love the nazis too… by the way, I fucking cant get enough of the swastika, the SS, and the iron cross. Hitler and his head boys fucked up a few times and it cost them the war, but I love their beliefs and who they were, what they did, and what they wanted. I know that form of gov couldn’t have lasted long once the human equation was brought in, but damnit it sure looked good. every form of gov leads to downfalls, everything will always fuck up or yeah something. its all DOOMed god damnit. this is beginning to make me get in a corner. I’m showing too much of myself, my views and thoughts, people might start to wonder, smart ones will get nosey and something might happen to fuck me over, I might need to put on one helluva mask here to fool you all some more. fuck fuck fuck it’ll be very fucking hard to hold out until April. If people would give me more compliments all of this might still be avoidable… but probably not. Whatever I do people make fun of me, and sometimes directly to my face. I’ll get revenge soon enough. fuckers shouldn’t have ripped on me so much huh! HA! then again its human nature to do what you did… so I guess I am also attacking the human race. I cant take it, Its not right… true… correct… perfect. I fucking hate the human equation. Nazism would be fucking great if it werent for individualism and our natural instinct to ask questions. you know what maybe I just need to get laid. maybe that’ll just change some shit around. thats another thing, I am a fucking dog. I have fantasies of just taking someone and fucking them hard and strong. someone like [censored] were I just pick her up, take her to my room, tear off her shirt and pants and just eat her out and fuck her hard. I love flesh… weisses fleisch! dein weisses fleisch emegt mich soo… Ich bin dech nur ein gigilo! I want to grab a few different girls in my gym class, take them into a room, pull their pants off and fuck them hard. I love flesh… the smooth legs, the large breasts, the innocent flawless body, the eyes, the hair; jet black, blond, white, brown. ahhh I just want to fuck! call it teenage hormones or call it a crazy fuckin racist rapist… BJ ist mir egal. I just want to be surrounded by the flesh of a woman, someone like [censored] who I wanted to just fuck like hell, she made me practically drool, when she wore those shorts to work.. instant hard on. I couldnt stop staring. and others like [censored] in my gym class, [censored] or whatever in my gym class, and others who I just want to overpower and engulf myself in them. mmmm I can taste the sweet flesh now… the salty sweat, the animalistic movement… Iccchhh… lieeebe…… fleisccchhhh. who can I trick into my room first? I can sweep someone off their feet, tell them what they want to hear, be all nice and sweet, and then “fuck em like an animal, feel them from the inside” as Reznor said. oh… thats something else… that one NIN video I saw, broken or closer or something, the where the guy is kidnapped and tortured like hell… actual hell. I want to do that too. I want to tear a throat out with my own teeth like a pop can. I want to gut someone with my hand, to tear a head off and rip out the heart and lungs from the neck, to stab someone in the gut, shove it up to the heart, and yank the fucking blade out of their rib cage! I want to grab some weak little freshman and just tear them apart like a fucking wolf. show them who is god. strangle them, squish their head, bite their temples into the skull, rip off their jaw. rip off their colar bones, break their arms in half and twist them around, the lovely sounds of bones cracking and flesh ripping, ahh… so much to do and so little chances. – 11/17/98

- perfect
- song
- for
- me

Well folks, today was a very important day in the history of R. Today along with Vodka and someone else who I wont name, we went downtown and purchased the following; a double barrel 12ga. shotgun, a pump action 12ga. shotgun, a 9mm carbine, 250 9mm rounds, 15 12ga slugs, 40 shotgun shells, 2 switch blade knives, and total of 4 - 10 round clips for the carbine. we……. have…. GUNS! we fucking got em you sons of bitches! HA! HAHAHA! neener! Booga Booga. heh. its all over now. this capped it off, the point of no return. I have my carbine, shotgun, ammo and knife all in my trunk tonight and theyll there till tomorrow… after school you know its really a shame. I had a lot of fun at that gun show, I would have loved it if you were there dad. we would done some major bonding. would have been great. oh well. but, alas, I fucked up and told [censored] about my “flask”. that really disappoints me. [censored] I know you thought it was good for me… in the long run and all that shit, smart of you to give me a such big raise and then rat me out, you figure it was supposed to cancel each other? god damn flask, that just fucked me over big time. now you all will be on my ass even more than before about being on track. I’ll get around it though, If have to cheat and lie to everyone then thats fine. THIS is what I am motivated for, THIS is my goal. THIS is what I want to do with my life! you know whats weird, I dont feel like a punching through a door because of the flask deal, probly cause I am fucking armed now. I feel more confident, stronger, and more Godlike. I have confidence in my ability to dese(cei)ve people. hopefully Ill make it to April, but that might not happen. Ug, Its been a busy weekend, I need to sleep, I’ll continue tomorrow.

yesterday we fired our first actual firearms ever. 3 rounds from the carbine. taught that ground a thing or 2. I even had the 2 clips in my pocket while talking to vodkas dad about senior ditch day. God it felt great firing off that bad boy, and hopefully I’ll be able to get more than just 4 clips for it. I dubbed my shotgun “Arlene” after Arlene Sanders from the DOOM books. She always did love the shotgun. Vodka’s DB is looking very fucking awesome, all cut down to the proper lengths. this is a bitch trying to keep up on homework while working on my guns, bombs, and lying. by the way, I bought that flask in the mall and I had a friend fill it up w/ scotch whiskey, only had about 3 swigs in the 3 weeks I had it. plus monday I gave my T and IC to Vodka, just in case. I never really did like alcohol, just wasn’t my thing, but It felt good to just have around. that argument on the 22nd was a real bitch, but I think I should have won a fucking oscar. I even quoted a few movies, remember “what the hell am I gonna do now man?! what am I gonna do!?” thats good ole Hudson from aliens. Sounded good too. and hey goddamnit I would have been a fucking great marine, It would have given me a reason to do good. and I would never drink and drive, either. It will be weird when we actually go on the rampage. hopefully we will have plenty of clips and bombs. Im gonna still try and get my calico 9mm. just think, 100 rounds without reloading…. hell yeah!

We actually may have a chance to get some machine pistols thanks to the Brady bill. If we can save up about 200$ real quick and find someone who is 21+ we can go to the next gun show and find a private dealer and buy ourselves some bad-ass AB-10 machine pistols. Clips for those things can get really fucking big too.

Woohoo, I’ll never have to take a final again! feels good to be free. I just love Hobbes and Nietzche. Well tomorrow I’ll be ordering 9 more 10 round clips for my carbine. I’m gonna be so fucking loaded in about a month. the big things we need to figure now is the time bombs for the commons and how we will get them in and leave then there to go off, without any fucking Jews finding them. I wonder if anyone will write a book on me. sure is a ton of symbolism, double meanings, themes, appearance vs reality shit going on here. oh well, it better be fuckin good if it is writtin.

heh, get this. KMFDM’s new album is entitled “Adios” and it’s release date is in April. how fuckin appropriate, a subliminal final “Adios” tribute to Reb and Vodka. thanks KMFDM… I ripped the hell outa the system

jesus christ that was fucking close. fucking shitheads at the gun shop almost dropped the whole project. oh well, thank god I can BS so fucking well. I went and picked up those babies today, so now I got 13 of those niggers. WOOHAH. the stereo is very nice, but having no insurance payments to worry about so I could concentrate of BOMBS would have been better. oh well, I think I’ll have enough. now I just need to get Vodka another gun.

Months have passed. Its the first Friday night in the final month. much shit has happened. Vodka has a Tec 9, we test fired all of our babies, we have 6 time clocks ready, 39 crickets, 24 pipe bombs, and the napalm is under construction. Right now I’m trying to get fucked and trying to finish off these time bombs. NBK came quick. why the fuck cant I get any? I mean, I’m nice and considerate and all that shit, but nooooo. I think I try to hard. but I kinda need to considering NBK is closing in. The amount of dramatic irony and foreshadowing is fucking amazing. Everything I see and I hear I incorporate into NBK somehow. Either bombs, clocks, guns, napalm, killing people, any and everything finds some tie to it. feels like a Goddamn movie sometimes. I wanna try to put some mines and trip bombs around this town too maybe. Get a few extra flags on the scoreboard. I hate you people for leaving me out of so many fun things. And no don’t fucking say, “well thats your fault” because it isnt, you people had my phone #, and I asked and all, but no. no no no dont let the weird looking Eric KID come along, ohh fucking nooo.

Imagine being another woman Kit Walker loved and running into him five years after escaping from Briarcliff in the coffee shop you own.

Originally posted by melynite

Originally posted by ta-ta-tate

“(Y/N)” Lana said as she was about to walk out of the shop. Kit turned in his chair to see you for the first time in five years. “tell Scarlett and Robb, I said hello”

“Will do Lana” you smiled at your friend as she walked out. As you turned to go back to your work, your eyes land on the blonde. “Well if it isn’t Kit Walker as I live and breath.”

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N)” Kit chuckled hugging you. “Its good to see you.”

“You to” you told him. “Sorry about never writing or anything. I’ve been busy keeping this place open. But I’m truly sorry about Grace and Alma.”

“It takes time but the kids and I are dealing with it” Kit said as the front door opened and a brunette woman walked in with a set of twins, one boy and one girl each with dirty blonde hair and brown eyes just like Kit.

“Mommy” the two shouted running straight to you.

“How was school” you asked them.

“Awesome” your son Robb said “Ms. Blake let our class have an extra rescue.”

“and we got cupcakes for Austin’s birthday” you daughter Scarlett told you.

“Sorry Miss (Y/L/N)” Mrs. James said. “there a bit hipper”

“It’s okay Laura” you told her handing her this weeks check for watching them before she left. “you two run on to the back room and play.” Once the twins at went to the back you turned back to Kit. “Sorry about that. I complete forgot they would be dropped off early”

“It’s fine” Kit told you with that smile you fall in love with back when you first meet him. “So your mom”

“Yeah it’s kinda hard to believe” you told him. “but eight month after escaping Briarcliff those two showed and have been a pain in the ass just like the father since day one.”

Even though you didn’t up and say they were his, Kit know the were. Back in Briarcliff you always told him he was a pain in the ass. He know he had to wait for you tell him yourself though. So you talked a few more moments before saying goodbye and promising to stay in touch. As he walked out to his truck he turned back to see Robb and Scarlett run out to you and grab hold of your hands. He smiled to himself, hoping he’d at least get to know them.

Written On This Skin - Luke Soulmate Au

Part 2

Part 3



“‘History test - Tuesday, Psych hw pages 120-124’, and oh look ‘coffee with Tom 5pm.’ Its like she forgets she has a Soulmate!” Luke wines to his bandmate, Ashton. Ashton was the only one left who would listen to his nagging about a soulmate.

Once your soulmate is born, whatever you write on your skin will appear on their’s. With the annoying exception of specific locations and full names. Luke particularly didn’t like that rule, because whenever he tried to write to his soulmate he could never put his full name down.

Trying to communicate with your soulmate through writing is very common, and most of the time people find loopholes to the system, song lyrics for example. But Luke’s soulmate was not having it. She wouldn’t respond to anything he wrote. Instead just putting little notes for herself on her body. It drove Luke crazy, looking at all these little notes about her life, but not being able to be there with her.

“Ashton, I’m never going to find her,” Luke whines. Ashton shakes his head, “Maybe its not a her” He says with a smirk

Luke groans at Ashton’s antics. “Let me check…. Yeah I’m positive its a her.” Luke snaps back, causing Ashton to laugh. “I just wish i could be like… Hey its me Luke Hemmings and then like meet her at a concert or something,” Luke dreams

“You’re so lazy.” Ashton accused. “It should be more natural than that. ‘Hey Im Luke Hemmings come find me’” Ashton says, mocking the boy next to him.

“But that’s exactly what you did. You told Emily that you were the drummer in 5 seconds of summer, and you met at a concert” Luke accused back at the drummer.

“So? You can’t just take our story” Emily says coming into the room. The rest of the boys from 5sos had already found their soulmates, Luke is the last one still stuck wondering. Luke liked the rest of the girls, they were down to earth and they are all fans of 5sos previously.

“Hey, Em, How should I get my soulmates attention?” Luke asks the girl, who sat down next to Ash. It’s common to have the girls on tour with them since after a few days of not seeing your soulmate, you will get ill or be in physical pain.

Emily contemplates the question for a second before saying, “Have you tried to write her some song lyrics?”

“You mean like Michael and Jackie?” Luke asks, trying to remember their soul story.

“Damn, I forgot about that!” Emily yells, causing a scolding from Ash for swearing. “I don’t know, do what feels right”

“What feels right right now is to call her out on stage,” Luke mutters, but Ashton and Emily hear him.

“Do what?”

“Thats a bad idea” Emily and Ashton say this at the same time, causing them to look at each other and smile. Then they are back to serious-problem-solving-couple.

“Have you never read a fanfic?” Emily asks, her eyes wide.

“Not really,” Luke answers scratching the back of his neck.

“Well, I’ll tell you how this ends. Thousands of girls are going to claim to be your soulmate, and then you are going to actually think one of them is, and then one day your going to discover that they aren’t and you and your soulmate are going to be heartbroken. Trust me luke. Let fate do its thing.” Emily explains to Luke. Luke doesn’t have a comeback this time.

He stares angrily at his skin.

Y/N stares angrily at her skin.

She wishes she was clever enough to come up with song lyrics to tell him where she was and maybe who she is. When Y/N was younger she claimed that she wanted her soulmate to come naturally. No loopholes, no nothing. So here she was stuck writing stupid notes on her hand, so he at least knows she exists. He used to write back, with clever lyrics. It killed her to not respond.

Y/N gets a text on her phone suddenly. It’s her best friend. She had been blabbering on about a concert in a couple days that she couldn’t get tickets to. You were a fan of the band but not a huge fan. She just texted you that she won some tickets. You decide to write a quick note on your arm about the concert

Luke is surprised when he sees whats written on his arm now.

“Guys look!” He yells, calling his bandmates and their girlfriends over. They all ooh and ahh at the ink on his arm.

Why I ship Harmony

I ship Harmony because from the moment my dad started reading those books to me, I was Hermione. And I had boys like Ron and boys like Harry in my life. And no matter how many years its been since I’ve interacted with some of them, I will never forget the horrible things the boys like Ron said, and I’ll never forget how they made me feel horrible and worthless for being smart and for caring. I will always value the Harry’s who always told me I was clever, who never made me feel worthless, who actually looked for me when I wasn’t around. So even though Ron’s can grow up and care and stop the bullying, you always remember what they did to you. And I cannot imagine Hermione doing that. I’ve read it, I’ve watched it, but that isn’t her. Hermione is the strongest woman I know, she’s my role model, always has been, always will be, and I will never see the justification behind her marrying her former tormentor.

anonymous asked:

Same anon who asked about Kallias, and oh boy, no, I was told about chapter 19.5 and have read it (like... too many times? Is that possible?). Sort of annoying us Kindle ppl don't get the bonus chapters, but I will literally never be over "come back to bed, your highness" and Laurent coming from soft neck kisses. For the rest of my life, never gonna be over it. <3

ohhh myy gaaaah the amount of times i’ve read 19.5 is problematic. its the softest gayest thing i’ve even been blessed with and laurent oh my god LAURENT what a fuckin softie i would eviscerate myself for him i hate him so much

friendly reminder that Chaol initially point blank refused to go to the Torre Cesme even though it was his only chance at ever walking again because he didn’t want to leave Dorian again.

anonymous asked:

I'm not sure if you've watched the return of superman, but the parents likes to test their kids on stranger danger(asking a stranger to get the kids to go somewhere and giving them sweets) imagine is y/n and the boys try to test baby jeon, I think it's be cute like he'll be conflicted bc there's a sweet in front of him but his noona told him to never take sweets from strangers XD

my brother loves that show

“so jungkookie, let’s say i’m person you don’t know and i ask you, ‘hey there, kid, want a lollipop?’ you say?”


“good! if a lady comes up to you and says ‘hey little guy, want some candy?’ you say?”


“your turn,” jimin nudges you forward and you do, with a piece of kit kat bar and jungkook’s eyes are forming hearts at the sight of you next in line. it’s a drill so far, one after another, person after person from seokjin, namjoon, yoongi, hoseok, jimin, taehyung and now you, it’s a repetitive drill to get jungkook to understand to never talk to strangers or accept what they have to offer.

“if a person comes up to you and asks ‘hey baby boy, want a piece of candy?’ you say?”

this time, this is where jungkook cracks for the first time. he blinks at you and his mouth opens, only to close when he’s unsure of his question. the six year old frowns, lines forming on his forehead because he’s unsure and the rest of them start to laugh.

“you really messed him up, y/n, look at how hard he’s thinking,”

“it’s as if he said no, you’ll be offended,”

“then why didn’t he think as hard as now with us?”

“we’re not as special,”


“n-no?” jungkook finally squeaks and you cheer, dropping the chocolate to wrap your arms around him, “such a smart boy, jungkookie!”

that’s why we’re not as important,”

“seriously though, if i’d get hugs like that for answering a right question, i want to be six again,”

“screw off, hyung, what the fuck.”

anonymous asked:

Hi, i don't want to bother you but do you have any fics where Louis(or Harry)Doesn't know he's gay (or he refuses to think that) and discorvers his sexualty when he meets Harry/(or Louis)? Something like 'Confessions of a gay Disney prince?' Thank you so much and sorry for my english, i hope everything it's clear. Have a nice day =)

Hi love ! Don’t worry about your English, I totally understood you :)

So I don’t know how to name this fic rec … Let’s say :

- standing here but you don’t see me  : “Louis being with a guy is something Harry has always known was a possibility. Ever since Louis told them he was gay, he knew that this would come up at some point. But it was just that. At some point. It’s always been a hypothetical. Harry never thought it would bother him. But now, watching Louis squirm as he watches that other guy, it’s just not a hypothetical anymore. And Harry is very bothered by it.“or: Harry’s discovery that he like boys as well as girls. One boy in particular catches his eye and he’s determined to get him. (22k)

- wishing for rain as I stand in the desert  : ‘I don’t cheat,’ Louis murmurs, but even now he isn’t pushing away.‘I know,’ Harry replies, his fingertips pressing lightly to the small of Louis’ back.‘Me and her. We’re on a break,’ he says, and his hands are slipping down Harry’s body, catching at the top of his jeans. ‘It’s not cheating.’Harry draws in a shaky breath, hypersensitive. ‘I know.’(Louis is moving out of the flat he shares with Harry because Eleanor thinks they’re too co-dependent. Harry can’t let him leave.) (8k)

- Photograph : Harry steadies his jaw. “What do you want from me?”Louis’ bottom lip wobbles. “I’m not gay.”“Are you trying to convince me, or yourself?”And at that, Louis seems to completely lose his shit. He rushes towards Harry, banging his fists on Harry’s collarbones in a frenzy, and begins yelling– “I hate you! I hate you! I fucking hate you so much!”Tears are rushing down his cheeks, and then he’s shoving Harry away, drunk out of his ass, causing Harry to stumble back a bit. Louis then begins to clutch at himself, fisting his own clothes to his chest, dribble falling from his mouth, his arms shaky and his back hunched.“Fuckfuckfuckufkcufkc!” He spits, face contorted, hands trembling. “I hate you!”“No, you don’t.” Harry steps forward, face concerned. “You don’t hate me.”- An epic love story in which Harry is too in love for his own good, Louis is in denial of his sexuality, and they write songs instead of actually talking to each other. (207k)

- i’m a beggar in the morning (i’m a king at night)  : ever since harry whispered things about louis at the grocery store they’ve been best friends and harry’s straight and louis’ not and that’s just how it is.   “Sweet dreams, love,” Louis murmurs, and even though he feels creepy, he slips his hand in between Harry’s thighs and it’s warm and he kisses his cheek. He turns and leaves and doesn’t see that Harry’s eyes snap open or hear that a whine comes from his mouth. (6.6k)

- Not So Typical  : Harry Styles; football phenomenon, academic prodigy and the most liked guy at Washington State.  Harry has it all; the looks, the popularity, the best friends and it doesn’t hurt that there is a line of girls ready to jump his bones at any second.  It all was perfect…almost perfect that is.  Until that one night, with that one too many drink still burning in his throat and those piercing blue eyes infusing themselves into his every thought.  (90k)

- how many secrets can you keep?  : Harry, a homophobic Christian, joins Louis’ gay-straight alliance club at school, hoping to somehow attract lesbians (he’ll work out the logistics later). Louis shows him what he didn’t know he was actually there for.  (11k)

- I’m Trying Not To Make A Sound  : Louis thinks he could die right there. He can’t feel anything but the tingling sensation all over his skin. He’s throwing away all his past thoughts on trying to be straight and denying his reactions towards other men, he just wants more of this numbing feeling. Everything else is a long lost memory, can’t think of anything else besides, wow, this feels incredible. or basically, "I am in fact straight.” / “Don’t knock it till you try it.” (10k)

- Fumbling In The Dark  : Louis is straight, Harry is not. They still shag a lot. (21k)

- Supposed to Be  : “I’m making a movie for a film competition, and I want you to be in it,” Harry told Louis. “I think you would be a great leading actor in it.”
“Why?” “Because it’s you. I mean, who wouldn’t want to know all about the amazing Louis Tomlinson? It would be a great movie.” “You don’t have some weird crush or, like, secret obsession with me, do you?” Louis asked.
Harry bit his tongue so he didn’t say “Ew, I have standards.” He didn’t think that would go over well. Of course, that was assuming Louis understood what that meant. — Or, the Geek Charming AU where Harry’s a film geek, Louis’ a popular jock, and they both need each other to get what they want
. (20k)

- Both Showing Hearts  : Louis Tomlinson is, in fact, not straight. Harry Styles isn’t sure what he is. Together, they figure it out, and maybe fall in love along the way.Or, the Uni AU where Louis helps Harry figure out his sexuality, Niall crashes a bachelorette party, Liam works in a printing centre, and Zayn happens to need lots of printing done. (113k)

- you and me  : au; harry is potentially screwed and louis is definitely hopeless, but its ok because as long as they’re in each other’s lives, everything will somehow probably turn out the way that its supposed to. (12k)

- and it was like slow motion  : What’s up?“ Harry asked. Niall shook his head. "Nothing, I just was wondering what was going on with you and Louis.” Harry could feel his cheeks heat up and he shook his head. “There isn’t anything going on.” He raised an eyebrow. “Ye'sure? You guys are just rather touchy. You’re not like- fucking, are you?” Harry nearly choked on his spit and waved his hands violently, making Niall stop. “No! No, I swear. There’s nothing going on. We’re just friends. Besides, I don’t even like guys like that.”  He gave him an even more disbelieving look, but nodded nonetheless. “Alright. The way you guys look at each other doesn’t quite say "just friends” but. Don’t fuck anything up if you do end up doing anything.“ Harry rolled his eyes but agreed. "Nothing’ll happen but if it makes you feel better.” “Something better,” he said, walking out the kitchen. “I’ve got 20 bucks on it."or harry and louis are roommates that like to get each other jealous a little bit too much (6.6k)

- Talk Dirty When You Talk To Me  : After a night out with Stan, Louis gets a dirty text message from a unknown number. Thinking its his best friend he replies. It turns out to be a boy named Harry. An experience Louis’ never had before happens after a heated discussion with said boy. (8.8k)

Update (last update on October 30th 2016)

- Supposed to Be : “I’m making a movie for a film competition, and I want you to be in it,” Harry told Louis. “I think you would be a great leading actor in it.”
“Why?” “Because it’s you. I mean, who wouldn’t want to know all about the amazing Louis Tomlinson? It would be a great movie.” “You don’t have some weird crush or, like, secret obsession with me, do you?” Louis asked. Harry bit his tongue so he didn’t say “Ew, I have standards.” He didn’t think that would go over well. Of course, that was assuming Louis understood what that meant. —
Or, the Geek Charming AU where Harry’s a film geek, Louis’ a popular jock, and they both need each other to get what they want
. (26k)

- Pillow Talk :  “So, do you think I should… find someone to fool around with?” Harry asks, nervous again. “To see if I like it?”  Louis swallows hard but hopes he covers it pretty well with a casual shrug. “I mean, it would probably help to know that you actually want everything that goes along with being with a guy. If you can’t handle the machinery, it’s probably not for you, you know?”  Harry nods and appears to be steeling himself. Louis tenses, afraid that he knows what’s coming.  “Would you do it?”  “Do what?” Louis plays dumb.  Harry has to take another deep breath before he can say it.  “Will you help me figure out if I like it? Being with a boy?” Or When Harry starts having confusing feelings for a male classmate, his sister’s best friend, Louis, helps him figure himself out. Cue lots of kissing, sex, and falling in love. (25k)

- Nobody compares to you : Harry has a long-term crush on his bandmate and best friend Louis, who is straight, at least as far as he knows. He also starts falling in love with this guy he met on tumblr. Who also has a crush on his own best mate. Things are about to get complicated.Or, the one where Harry falls in love twice, Louis is just incredibly sweet and supportive, and Al from tumblr is super nice but also really secretive about his identity - not that Harry can blame him, considering his own blog is run under false pretences, too. (10k)

- Let Me Teach You Something : AU: College/UniversityIn the last year of their degree program, the five boys are put in a group for the duration of a year long Capstone class. They will spend days and nights together working tirelessly to finish school. Louis has no problem with his sexuality and has the notches on his bed post to prove it, but will straight-laced, straight-boy Harry change all that?  (72k

- Completely, and Absolutely : Louis is so completely and absolutely NOT gay that the fact that anyone thinks Harry is his soulmate is just being ridiculous. Including himself. He just thinks they’re mates that are two parts of the same soul, and that’s not weird at all. Okay?Or, the one in which Louis spends the entirety of X Factor so deep in denial that he doesn’t realize he’s gay until he’s already 3000% gone for the dimpled mess in his arms. (2.5k)

- the impossible now : A wish on Christmas Eve sends Louis to an alternate dimension where Harry is a member of One Direction. (49k)

anonymous asked:

♨ Have you ever made a public call out post? ❀ What has made you completely lose your chill?

the salty af munday meme

♨ Have you ever made a public call out post?

Hell no. Never plan to either.

You’d have to wrong me something fierce for me to do something like that. I’m not talking like petty drama shit, but like… public slander of the ninth degree. Something I couldn’t come back from without a call out post, ‘cause even then… I’m still kinda the bad guy white knighting attack dogs on your ass.

❀ What has made you completely lose your chill?

Self-harm. Stuff drives me batty.

Oh, when people were downright ATTACKING my friends over their ship because they couldn’t stand to see ‘Freshpaper’s rightful territory’ in this fandom encroached upon. I lost my chill near instantly. I had quite a few angry great walls of text bashed out in their defense/harassing the harassers who actually hurt my friends.

Y’know. Typical shit you get salt whiny about.

I mainly lose my chill when others attack my bae or my fam, you know? I have enough common sense to at least… never post the shit I angrily vent in the heat of the moment. But I do have some very, very good snip-its lying around from my rants as well…

“So essentially, someone got triggered to the fucking nines, blew a gasket somewhere along the way, then rode their happy dappy problematic cock rocket all the way to jupiter with their idiotic self.“

anonymous asked:

Hey:) i was jw is golden boy good? Sorry ik u told another anon to def read it but i jst never really shipped kook and joon in my head 😂 definitely not opposed to it! Jw if its worth my time

Yea anon! It’s very very good. I’m the type of person that loves literally every ship but focuses on one, but this is the type of fic where it doesn’t matter the pairing, you know? It’s so good that even if for some reason you didn’t like namkook, you’d still fall in love with it! (but who couldn’t love namkook they’re so cute hehe)

anonymous asked:

hi hi hi. it's me, the boy tarot has been talking about for the past few days lol. he told me i should get a newsie name to match with him, so heck i guess i'll do that lol. i'm ridiculously short (4'11), my favorite color is silver, i like poetry and calligraphy, and i drink too much peppermint tea on a day to day basis lol

((oh my goSH ITS HIM YOU GUYS -Em))

You like tea? Hey, me too! I’ve never tried peppermint before, though. -Katherine

What ‘bout Steams? Since hot things tend to steam?? -Buttons

the green monster -GOT7 Mark scenario

can u make mark’s scenario when u two have fight and he said rudely on u?if u don’t mind it, it’s okay if u don’t want to make this scenario~~ hehe

of course i will! And i did :))))))) i really hope you like it anon! tell me what you guys think about it!!!!!!

Pairing: mark/reader
Genre: slight angst/ fluffy

You and Mark were together for almost a year now, and you were going strong. Of course being Mark’s girlfriend means being close to all the got7 guys by default. Mark trusted you a hundred percent and you trusted him, but he couldn’t help but be slightly jealous at times. Like right now as you were at the dorms, paying more attention to the other members than him. You didn’t mean to neglect him, but every time you tried to spend some time with him another member requested your assistance with something. You finally finished helping Jinyoung cook supper for everyone since he needed another set of hands and you were the only one who knew how to cook. You just sat down next to Mark and started to cuddle when Bambam came out of his room.

“Noona can you help me with something?” He asked you coming up in front of you.

“Do you really need my help right now?” You asked feeling Mark slightly tense next to you.

“I really really do. You’re the only girl around and I need some advice about stuff.” He pleaded.

You looked at him and saw on his face exactly what he wanted to talk about. For a few days now he has been asking your advice about dating because of a girl he liked.

“Fine.” You started to get up, Mark tried to pull you back down, but you just apologized and gave him a kiss before following Bambam to his room.

“Can you please hurry up I think Mark is getting really annoyed by all of you snatching me away constantly since I arrived.” I told him sitting on his bed.

“Sorry Noona, but its just… I wanna ask her out but I don’t know how.” He explained.

“Why not ask one of the boys?” You asked, “I mean this is not really my expertise. I never really asked anyone out before.”

“None of the hyungs did either.” He replied “and anyway wouldn’t it be better to know how a girl would like to be asked out.”

“Sure that’s a good point.” You replied. The conversation went on for a while you trying to help him figure it out.

The conversation must’ve been longer than you thought because Mark knocked on the door and entered the room.

“What is taking so long you guys? Everyone is waiting for you guys so that we can eat.” He said looking in between you both.

“Sorry Oppa~” You said cutely grabbing his hand. You pecked his cheek and dragged him to the dinning room.

Everyone was sitting at the table and eating, but they could all feel how tense Mark was. To diffuse the tension you started to have lighthearted conversations with the boys. You were laughing at one of Jackson’s jokes when Mark suddenly got up and went straight to his room. The room fell silent and everyone looked at Mark’s retreating figure. You excused yourself and followed him.

“Oppa what’s wrong?” You asked entering his room to see him sitting on his bed with his head in his hands.

He looked up to you briefly and just turned his head to stare at the wall.

“Oppa talk to me. Why did you leave the table like that?” You kept asking him sitting down next to him and grabbing his arm.

“I’m surprised you even noticed me leaving the table.” He replied slightly snippy.

“What is that supposed to mean?” You asked him shocked and slightly hurt by his tone.

“We barely saw each other since you got here almost 3 hours ago.” He said annoyed.

“That’s not fair. Its not my fault they needed my help what was I supposed to do?” You said slightly hurt.

“Say no!” he screamed at you getting up.

You flinched at his outburst. You and Mark got into fights before but he never screamed at you.

“That would be rude. I don’t wanna seem to be like a bitch that only cares about her boyfriend and turns down to help someone who needs it.” You argued back also getting up.

“Well you have no problem being a bitch to me!” he blurted out before he could stop himself.

His eyes widened in shock when he realized what he said. Your mouth opened and tears pooled at your eyes out of hurt. The boys entered the room when they heard Mark screaming to make sure that everything was alright. They also heard the last part and they were all shocked. Mark never said anything that hurtful before.

“HYUNG!” Jackson scolded getting into the room.

Before anyone else could say anything you bolted out of there and out the dorm. You didn’t know where you were going but you knew you just wanted to get as far away as possible. Mark has never said anything as rude and hurtful before to you and it really pained you. Before you could get out of the apartment complex a hand grabbed your arm and stopped you. You tried to break free of the hold but the person was strong.

“_______ It’s just me.” You recognized JB’s voice and stopped struggling.

“Let me go oppa I don’t wanna talk to him.” You murmured slightly sobbing.

“I am not letting you go out there. It’s practically a freaking storm.” He argued pointing outside.

That is when you noticed the pouring rain outside.

“I don’t care, I don’t wanna see him. And he probably doesn’t wanna see me since he thinks I’m such a bitch.” You said trying to free your arm.

“You know he didn’t mean that. He loves you more than anything.” He countered. He saw that you weren’t backing down. “Look, you don’t wanna talk to him or see him fine. But you are not going out there.”

He dragged you back to the dorm much to your dismay. Once inside everyone came to see if you were okay. You didn’t talk to any of them and just went to JB’s room. In the hallway you saw Mark getting out of his room, he noticed you and was about to speak but you just ignored him and past him on your way. He followed you in the room before you could close the door in his face.

“Get out.” You said refusing to look at him.

“Jagi please…” he tried

“Don’t call me that.” You snapped angrily.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean what I said it just came out.” He tried again.

“Don’t. Don’t give me that bullshit. It must’ve been in your mind cause nobody blurts things out that hasn’t crossed their minds before. So on some level you think I’m a complete bitch.” You tried to stay angry but by the end you were completely sobbing.

“No no I don’t, I swear I was just angry and jealous. That was only the anger speaking I promise it wasn’t me.” He pleaded, softening when he saw you crying.

“I don’t get why you got angry and jealous in the first place.” You argued back not letting him comfort you.

“I just wanted your attention to myself. I rarely get to see you with all my schedules and practice and when I finally do get a day off all I wanna do is spend it with you but then all the boys take you away from me.” He explained.

“I care about the boys they are like brothers to me. I can’t help it if I feel like I should help when they ask. I don’t wanna be a bitch, which apparently you think I am.” You said sadly.

“I swear I don’t, the fact that you want to help and take care of people in a heartbeat is one of the reason I fell in love with you in the first place. I was just stupid and jealous and I got angry when I overheard the conversation you were having with Bambam.” He said caringly, grabbing your hands.

“Wait what conversation?” You interrupted.

“Just before I knocked he was practically asking you out ‘I like you and I wanted to go out on a date with you’ rings any bells?” He recollected.

“You Pabo! Bambam was asking me advice on how to ask a girl out. He had a crush on someone for weeks now and he wanted to ask her out so he asked me for help.” You exclaimed.

A look of realization came across his face and his shoulder slumped defeatingly.

“Oh god! I am so sorry jagi I didn’t know, I thought he was talking about you and you weren’t saying anything so I thought… I’m so sorry baby.” He apologized.

“That’s because you didn’t ask. I trust you with all my heart even with all the pictures that circulates online and all the idols that are always around you and all the fans saying how much they love you and how hot you are. But it hurts me that you don’t feel the same.” You said.

“I do trust you. I just got jealous and I’m sorry I love you so much and I just don’t want to lose you.” He apologized hugging you. “Please forgive me.”

“I don’t know…” You said with a straight face but you had already forgiving him in your heart.

“Please please please.” He kept on begging with ageyo.

“That’s not fair, you know I can’t resist your ageyo.” You said with a smile.

“I love you so much.” He said before kissing you lovingly. He kept on kissing you and saying ‘I love you’ in between each kiss.

From the other side of the door you heard “Mom and dad are back together!” and a bunch of boys cheering you just giggled and enjoyed the comfort of your boyfriend.