its been like a year since i changed it

Fran and Jock

by reddit user Pippinacious/ tumblr user muricanmagpie

I was the last in a long line of grandkids on both sides of the family. No one has ever said as much, but I’m pretty sure I was an “oops” baby; the result of one too many glasses of wine and a couple over forty who thought unplanned pregnancies were for teens.


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anonymous asked:

You know, for the first time I kind of feel like 1D really isn't gonna get back together. I really kinda just came to terms that it's done. I think it might have been the way Harry talked about it in the past tense? Like "after one direction blah blah blah". Idk. I'm kinda sad? I still hope they get back together but I don't know anymore.

I’m kinda just where I’ve been with it I think. My original expectations when the band first went on Hiatus changed a while ago, over a year ago now, and I think since then they’ve stayed pretty much the same. 

Like, the band as we /knew/ it is over I think. And I think that’s a good thing? The more time goes on, the more tidbits we get here and there, the more we realise how /bad/ it was, and how unhealthy it maybe was. We were all, us and them, in this crazy cycle and i don’t think any of us realised how fucking crazy it was until it stopped? 

I honestly do see them getting back together, but it won’t be in the 18 months they said, I don’t think that number was ever real? I think it was just because they were pressed so much. I think that’s why it was never certain. I think them having the chance to really, genuinely explore their solo endeavours is the only way the band gets back together, and the only way its a good thing. They need to do what they want, and not be rushed through it.

I think if and when they come back, it will be smaller, it won’t be as crazy, it’ll be smaller venues and less terrible managing. I think it’ll be more authentic? I think they’ll be able to really make what they want to, we’ll be able to see all of them in it. I think the way they’ll come back is when they can all be there, and be /them/. And when that happens I’m gonna be so excited. But in the mean time, I’m also enjoying this.



                                A DIRK GENTLY PLAYLIST

let it happen - tame impala -  international feel - todd rundgren -  taken for a ride - tally hall -best friend - foster the people - touch tone telephone - lemon demon - infinitesimal - mother mother - the blue wrath - i monster - when he died - lemon demon -  never meant to know - tally hall -goats in trees - foster the people -tessellate - alt j - swim and sleep (like a shark) - umo - fix it together - fleece - nothing that has happened so far has been anything we could control - tame impala - two weeks - grizzly bear -  daydream in blue - i monster - on my mind - fleece - constants are changing - boards of canada

if you think about it it’s actually been 10 years since someone joined paramore. taylor joined as a touring member in 2007, then officialy joined in 2009, then 3 people left in the 6 years after that, then 2017 zac rejoins…. 10 years later someone finally actually joins/rejoins the band that’s so rare damn

Progression timeline. 

I did draw the series in ‘09 and ‘11, but they were 5Ds or Zexal doodles mostly.

As you can see, I’ve loved Yu-Gi-Oh! for a very long time; but it’s the kind of interest that wanes and waxes. This year my feelings are overflowing, so I’ve been re-reading and re-watching the first series in its entirety; plus DSoD like a billion times.

Throughout the years, my feelings towards the first series also changed along side my art. Yami had always been my favourite, but I was never particularly good or interested in drawing guys, which resulted in drawing Yugi more, since he was easier. I’m not sure if I particularly preferred Yugi, but I probably liked him a lot more when I was younger. Currently my favourite is Kaiba.

Size Doesn’t Matter**



“Joe, you’re so small buddy” Josh says as he scrolled through the group pictures on his phone that were taken last night.

“Yeah mate there is only one good picture where we all look relatively the same height but Jack and Oli already gone and posted that one” Caspar said as he double tapped the picture he had just mentioned. 

“Hey you snooze you lose” Oli said from his position on the couch. 

The boys had gone out last night and, as usual, had taken a few group pictures. Apparently the angles weren’t correct and in each picture the boys all towered over Joe, making him look smaller than he actually was. 

You had your legs pulled into your chest as you sat on the couch next to your boyfriend who was also scrolling through the photos from last night. He had no readable expression on his face but you knew what he was feeling, you could read him like a book.

“Hows your new diet going by the way? Thought we’d see some results by now” Caspar said in his usual joking voice. 

“Mate it doesn’t make me grow taller” Joe looked over at Caspar, giving him a weird look.

“I know, I just thought you would look bigger. I mean you’ve gotten a lot stronger but it doesn’t really show” He defended himself while the other boys laughed at Joe’s rebuttal.

“Looks like you’ll always be the smallest bud” Josh said looking up from his phone and over to Joe. 

“Actually that would be Y/N. That’s why I’ve been keeping her around” Joe said sending a wink your way. 

“She could do better” Josh remarked, something that had also been tossed around as a joke ever since you and Joe started dating. 

“Oh cheers guys” You said rolling your eyes before getting up and heading into the kitchen. 

“Alright mate,” Oli said with a yawn as he stretched his arms over his head, “I have videos that need to be edited and uploaded for tonight so I’m going to head out.”

“Yeah we should go too” Caspar said standing up and walking towards the door, Josh and Oli following close behind. 

“Bye Y/N!” The boys all said as Joe followed them to the door. 

“Bye guys” 

“See you guys later” Joe said with a wave as he closed the door behind his friends and walked into the kitchen to find an unamused look at your face. “What?”

“I wish you wouldn’t let them do that”

“Do what?

“You know what Joe.” You said giving him a sad yet disappointed look.

“Y/N it’s fine. They’ve been doing that since the day we met them, its nothing now, just a good laugh.”

“Except its not, we both know that. Isn’t that why you started going to the gym more? You always tell people your trying to build muscle and the people who don’t know you like I do believe you. But I don’t because I know that theres more to your reasoning.” 

You stood there watching your boyfriend shift on his feet as he took in your words. You’ve been together for 3 years and have seen him get so mad at himself at something he couldn’t physically change to the point where he wouldn’t even talk to you. You saw how the boys would tease him about his size and his height, everyone laughing knowing it was all just good fun, but you were the only one who saw Joe after everyone had left. He’s dealt with this for a majority of his life and it still got to him. 

The first couple of weeks after he started working with his personal trainer were great but when the results didn’t come in quick enough, Joe got down on himself again making it harder for him to intake all the calories that he was suppose to, or he’d end up skipping the gym all together.

You made your way over to him when the silence lingered above you for way too long. 

“Joe,” You said taking his his hands in yours. “I wish you actually meant what you said, that it was all just a laugh. And listen, your not small or short. Your actually quite tall, for me anyway, and you defiantly have grown since the first time we’ve met. You were perfect for me then and your perfect for me now. Besides, not really sure who you’re trying to impress, is there something or someone I should know about Sugg?” You questioned as you raised an eyebrow at him. 

“No love, only you” he said pulling you in for a kiss before wrapping his arms tightly around you. “And you’re right, you’re always right but it does suck that it does still get to me but I can’t really help it. Maybe I should just find me some new friends, ones who are smaller and shorter than me” 

You laughed into his shoulder. “You want to hang out with primary schoolers?”

“Hey! That wasn’t nice” 

“Sorry, I had too” you said kissing his lips again. 

Joe went to pull away but you leaned in closer, following his lips. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you once again while his hands moved down to your waist and your tongues danced around each others mouths.

“Why don’t you let me take care of you Joe, I’ll make you feel better” You pulled away and whispered in his ear. Joe’s lips tugged themselves into a small smirk before leading you up to the bedroom.

You two were tugging at each other’s shirts as soon you at stepped foot into the room. With your lips reconnected, you blindly fumbled with the button on his jeans. Once you had successfully undid the button, you pushed him back onto the bed and pulled his jeans and boxers down his legs. 

“The boys may think you’re small, but your not” you said with a small smirk.

You waisted no time and quickly took his length in his hand, pumping it a few times as you watched Joe start to wither away at your touch. Slowly, you moved your mouth to his cock, licking a strip up the side before placing your lips over the tip, giving it a kiss. 

“Y/N” Joe breathed out as he looked down at you. 

You looked at him through your eyelashes as your lips made their way further down his cock. You sucked as you bobbed your head up and down, your hand working at the base of his cock. 

Joe let his head fall back into the pillows as a low moan escaped his lips. You picked up the pace at which you were bobbing your head, occasionally stopping to swirl your tongue around the tip before returning back to your previous actions.

Joe reached a hand down to cup your chin, guiding your face up to his so he could smash his lips into yours once again. You pulled away after a while and quickly removed your own jean and panties before straddling Joe’s waist and reconnecting your lips. 

Joe reached around your back and unclasped your bra, his massaging them in his hand before your bra even hit the grounds. With your lips still connected, Joe flipped the two of your over so your were now laying on your back.

“So much for letting me take care of you” You furrowed your eyebrows at Joe who only smirked in response. 

“One day, I promise” Joe said before guiding himself into you, causing you to moan out slightly, your hand gripping the bed sheets.

Joe gave you a few moments to adjust before he started thrusting in and out of you as he gradually picked up the pace. 

“Oh god” You moaned out, your grip on the sheets tightening. 

Joe moved a hand down to your clit as he continued to thrust deeper into you. 

“Fuck” he growled lowly as he felt your walls clench around him, making it harder for him to thrust into you. 

“I’m close Joe” you moaned out as you hands moved to grip onto his shoulders. 

“Just a little longer love” Joe said thrusting into you quicker as he too was getting close to his release. 

“Joe!” You yelled out feeling your orgasm creep closer and closer until you couldn’t hold it back any longer, your juices spilling over Joe’s cock as he continued to thrust into you, milking out your high, until he came himself. 

Joe pulled out of you and laid on the bed beside you, both your chests heaving up and down. 

“Feel better?” You said rolling onto you side, watching the small smile form across his lips as he thought back to the conversation the two of you had before hand.

“Yeah, thanks. I’m sorry I let their comments get to me, I know they don’t mean it and thats the worse part”

“I’ll tell them to quit, they seem to listen to me the most” you said, the two of you laughing. 

“Thanks love” Joe said rolling over on his side and giving you a quick kiss.

anonymous asked:

whispers how about the rfa + saeran and v at a party (like 2 years) after everything reacting to an mc that "for the sake of the party" went on stage to sing to change it up a bit and tHE SONG SHE SINGS IS THE FULL VERSION OF #MYSTERIOUS MESSENGER BECAUSE "its been a while since i joined so i wrote this to commemorate the times i've spent in the rfa" it seems adorable okay








Fran and Jock

I was the last in a long line of grandkids on both sides of the family. No one has ever said as much, but I’m pretty sure I was an “oops” baby; the result of one too many glasses of wine and a couple over forty who thought unplanned pregnancies were for teens.


By the time I came along, both of my grandmothers had already passed away and my grandfathers were elderly and lived in different states. Trying to coordinate travel plans for a family of five, including an infant, was difficult on a budget and neither of my grandpas were up to frequent trips, so visits were rare and spaced out over long periods.

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anonymous asked:

what do u think about some black people not seeing the purpose of black out and think that it glorifies a certain type of attractiveness. for example, it's always the same type of people and the same photos that go viral.

I think that they’re right but like I said before, I can’t fix that on my own since it’s rooted in colorism, classism, fatphobia, etc…so they can band together to change the status quo like I’ve been saying for two years or….just…give up and let it continue as is.

I mean, my own photos have never gone viral, I’ve accept it in my heart of hearts that even I’M not Blackout beautiful enough to be featured in the articles written about the movement.

All in all, when we started, selfies were cute and celebrating “beauty” is nice but not when it’s obviously restricted by cliche standards of beauty defeats the purpose of inclusivity.
This is among the reasons we’ve been trying to make the shift PAST selfies.

So, collective energy to be inclusive is needed.

Eight years Final (M)

A/N- hey, so its been a while since i updated this series. But this is the last of eight years. I’m not really all that happy with it… So I may take it down and change it, if i have a better idea for. But for now this is it. Thank you to everyone who followed the series. 

This scenario contains sexual and mature themes. You have been warned! 


~ Part four ~ 

Originally posted by sugamysavagebaby

It’s been two weeks. Two weeks since you told Jungkook you needed time to think. It’s like you didn’t love him, because you did. In actual fact you have never stopped loving him. The eight year gap was merely.. a pause, your feelings could never die for Jungkook. Which worried you, hugely. What if he stopped loving you? What id he didn’t actual love you? So many possibilities of what could happen. 

This was a little sudden though. You and Jungkook had only started to see each other in a romantic way… Marriage so soon, was it wise? Your mom would love it, she loved Jungkook and wanted Grandchildren as soon as possible. 

In those two weeks you had avoided Jungkook as much as possible. He understood, but it didn’t stop him from missing you. Your body sleeping soundly beside him, your giggle, smile, he missed everything about you. He yearned for you. In his eyes, you were his one, his only. He didn’t need to search the seas for his ‘fish’, because you were it. You were his somebody. You were his one. But Jungkook was question, was he yours? 

You missed Jungkook too. His morning cuddles, the love he had for you consumed you whole. There was no denying his love for you. You could tell by the way he looked at you at work. How he would leave you coffee on your desk with little sticky notes, telling you he loved you and missed you. He was a sweetie. But marriage.. now? 

It was Friday and you  are walking into work. You can’t wait til you can leave today, you’re going to go home and watch k-dramas and eat ice-cream all weekend. You walked over to the lift and pushed the button, it opened and you got on. Just before it closed Jungkook slipped in, shit. He looked amazing as always, you just wanted him to hold you. But you being a little shit just awkwardly smiled at him. Why could you just tell him that you love…? Because you were afraid of getting hurt again. 

“I miss you, a lot.” Jungkook simply states. You look up at him, his eyes are full of sadness. “I don’t regret proposing to you, because I love you and I only see myself with you. So take all the time you need, ignore me all you want. But I’m still yours and your still mine.” You smile, cause he just called you his. Just as you are about to respond the lift opens and in walk Jung Hoseok. Of fucking course. He smiles brightly at you and joins the both of you in the lift. 

“Hey beautiful, How are you?” You giggle at Hoseok and his 100 watt smile. 

“I’m good, Hobi. How are you?” You reply. 

“I’m great now that I’ve seen you.” You blush, he was such a charmer. “Since it’s Friday, do you want to go get a drink after work?” Hoseok asks you, smiling a beautiful smile. You look over to Jungkook to see his knuckles turning white from holding the steel railing in the lift. 

“I’m sorry, Hobi. But I already have plans.” You inform him. 

“Oh, well, maybe next time.” The lift opens and Hoseok walks out. Just as you are about to follow him, Jungkook grabs your hand. He reaches behind you and closes the doors to the lift and hits the emergency stop button. 

“Jungkook, what are you doing?” Jungkook pushes you up against the wall, you gasp. His stare was intense to say the least. 

“Who are you meeting after work?” His hands are on either side of your head, trapping you. His breathe is tickling your skin. All you wanted to do was join your lips with his. 

“I’m not meeting anyone.” You confess, you can’t tare your eyes away from his. He gives you a confused look. 

“Then why did you tell Hoseok you were?” He questions. 

“I knew you wouldn’t want me meeting up with Hoseok, so I told him a white lie.” Jungkook smirks. 

“That’s my girl.” Before you know what’s happening, Jungkook is leaning down and joining his lips with yours. The kiss quickly becomes heated. His hands travelling down your body, your hands one on his neck the other in his hair, pulling him closer. Jungkook starts to kiss down your jaw and neck, your breasts, he kisses down your clothed stomach. He reaches the top of your skirt, his hands push up your skirt so its around your hips, exposing panties. 

“Jungkook! We can’t do this here!” You half shout. He just smirks up and you and starts to leave hickys on your thighs. Sucking, nipping and kissing purple marks onto your legs. You really missed this, felling close with him. Jungkook pushes your panties to the side, raising one of your legs over his shoulder. He starts to lick your pussy slit. 

“Jungkook.” His skillful tongue has you moaning and whimpering his name. It was all to much, but then he adds his fingers into the mix. He pumps two fingers in and out of you at a fast pace, still kitten licking your clit. The more you moan out, the Jungkook smirks, you can feel it against you. 

“Cum for me baby girl.” He starts to suck on your clit, the sight making you weak at the knees. You orgasm all over Jungkooks fingers. Your panting trying to catch your breathe when Jungkook comes back up. He softly kisses your lips, you can taste yourself off him. His forehead rest against yours. 

“Come back to me. I don’t care if you don’t want to marry me, okay? I just need you. I can’t sleep known your not going to be in my arms when I wake up…. Just .. Please, come back to me.” Your eyes tear up at Jungkook’s plea. You cup his face and connect your lips with his, putting all your love and emotion into the kiss. 

“I’m not going anywhere… I just. Don’t you think its soon for marriage.” You confess your feelings. 

“Y/N, too soon? That’s why you said no? What do you mean too soon. I’ve loved you since the day I meet you and you loved me. We lost eight years, cause of my stupid idiot brain. I don’t want to lose another second without you. And I want to be able to flaunt my sexy ass wife around. Image, we would be such couple goals.” You can’t help but chuckle at Jungkook. 

“How about you be my boyfriend and i’ll be your girlfriend, and maybe if you’re lucky we can get married in due time. There’s no rush, we have all the time in the world.” You fix your skirt and panties into there rightful place and glance back up at him. 

“Okay, but can we stay at your place more. I like your body washes.” You roll your eyes and kiss your boyfriend. 

One year later… 

You smooth out your tailor made dress, having your last glance in the mirror before leaving the room. You are meet by your father and your friends. 

“You look stunning, darling.” Your father kisses your forehead. You link arms with him, decending down the long aisle. You look up to see the handsome man you loved standing at the top. He turns to look at you walking closer and closer. Your eyes lock and its like no one else. Its just you and him. You finally reach him, your kiss your father and take your place beside your fiance. 

“Hey baby. you look amazing.” You smile brightly at him. The priest babbles on about love and what not, but your just gazing into your soon to be husbands eyes. His hands are holding yours and his smile is bright. 

“Do you take Y/F/N Y/L/N to be your lawfully wedded wife?” 

“I do.” 

“Do you take Jeon Jungkook to be your lawfully wedded husband?” 

“I do.”  

I’m sorry this is sooooooo bad.

 -Admin Abe x



On September 21, 2004, the landscape of the music world changed. I can’t oversell to you how big of a deal American Idiot was, almost immediately upon release, and how influential it has been since. It actually hasn’t sold as many copies of Dookie, at least not within the states (I’m unsure of international numbers). But, my god, its impact.

I was 15 years old when American Idiot was released. It felt like I went to bed one night, exhausted from the uncontrollable emotions roiling through me all the time, and the constant feeling of the world as I experienced it being about a foot to the right of where I was told it was supposed to be and twisted right around besides, and fighting with my parents again, and woke up the next morning with an hour-long opera explaining exactly how I felt and telling me I wasn’t alone. Almost everyone I knew felt pretty much exactly the same about it.

On September 22 I went to the record store downtown (when I was supposed to be crossing town to get to my mother’s house - there was another fight that night), the independent one run by a girl I’d gone to elementary school with’s father, the one that wasn’t full of people impossibly prettier and smarter and cooler than me, and I bought myself American Idiot. It was Jenette’s dad at the counter (he liked me because I - who had been bullied horribly all through grade school - had always been nice to his daughter, who had undergone the same treatment by our peers), and as he rung me in he said, “this is going to be huge. I can tell already. This is gonna be your guys’ “Fortunate Son”.”

I didn’t know much of anything about the Vietnam war yet, but I knew who Creedence Clearwater Revival were - one of my dads’ favourite bands - and I knew what protest music was - I was taught English and Social Studies by a conscientious objector who showed us Michael Moore videos instead of teaching us about the feudal system, and who assigned a final project based around Bob Dylan’s blistering expose of anti-black police prejudice, “Hurricane.”

“Hurricane” and “Fortunate Son” are both good songs to compare to American Idiot, actually. When we think of the height of protest music, it’s tempting to think of the sixties and flower children, that sort of emphasis on ‘peace, love and understanding’ and the sort of hazy bliss that can only come from the massive amounts of marijuana and LSD consumed by that generation - more “the answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind” than “kill all the fags that don’t agree.” But in “Hurricane” a white cop says to a white career criminal about an innocent black boxer they are trying to get the criminal to testify falsely against, “you’ll only be doing society a favour / that sonofabitch is brave and getting braver,” and the lyrics of “Fortunate Son” would fit right in as a b-side to, say, “Holiday.”

What I’m saying is that there is and was and always has been a subgenre of protest music that is angry, and bitter, and confrontational. But it never exploded into the mainstream before in the way it did with American Idiot. The hippies were already drifting apart, their dreams lost or soured the way Joan Didion described in Slouching Towards Bethlehem before those who remained political turned really angry. and although in the 70s the first wave of punk and The Clash in particular brought forward the same fury, they didn’t reach the same vast audience that American Idiot did.

I think this comes down to how, like I said, basically an entire generation saw themselves in this album. Billie Joe’s lyrics aren’t just political, they’re personal too, and they tell a story all too recognizable for many of us - suburban boredom and disenfranchisement, the search for some sort of meaning in a world that increasingly feels like it’s spiraling out of control, a mistrust of government and big business and even the things our parents are telling us with no real idea of how to change any of it, yet, and an overwhelming feeling of confusion and underepresentation and, yeah, anger. It’s the story that runs through the album, of young punks and love and loss that brings the whole thing home for a lot of people, taking the larger, aimless fury and making it recognizable again. That recognition built into a cultural juggernaut, affecting and being affected by everything from the shape of mainstream music to the Bush administration’s steadily declining approval throughout the mid-2000s.

In October 2004, Billie Joe Armstrong told Alternative Press, “everybody just sorta feels like they don’t know where their future is heading right now, ya know?” and reading it I thought, yeah, Billie Joe, I know. It was the first time I felt like someone was willing to admit that, instead of just pretending like everything would be fine if we just kept telling the same stories to each other and insisting they were true.

Musically, American Idiot’ s influence has been massive. It basically singlehandedly issued in the second wave of pop-punk, with bands like My Chemical Romance, Fall Out Boy and Good Charlotte breaking in its wake. It even revived the concept album (for better or worse), and its influence reached so far off the beaten punk path as to become a Broadway musical, of all things.

Welcome to day four. Today we’re all about American Idiot. 

- Jacqui // @sandovers

anonymous asked:

Okay thinking about Ugly Story being half a decade old is giving me a mini crisis?? Ugly Story the song is almost old enough to be a kindergartner

yeah fucking tell me abt it buddy i got kids messaging me on the daily like “I’ve been a fan of yours since I was 10! I’m going into college this fall!” UHHH OK THANKS BUT NO THANKS lol

Anything For You

Hello there.

A/N- CEO!Jungkook, CEO!Reader

Warning- Jk and reader are married. (Has like disappointing marriage content, but i’ll improve over time hehe.) and the reader is lowkey horny.

Please enjoy.


His presence is just enough to make me turn myself down.

Another person, similar feeling, same name.

He’s a shadow to begin with.
He’s so hot. I mean, my one night stand thoughts are on point. I feel like, I want to feel him around me. I wanna pleasure him in filthy ways and make him limp under my touch.
I wanna fuck him. I want him to fuck me. From top, from back, sideways, in every way possible.

His eyes are so fucking beautiful. I wanna look at him while he fucks me from the front and when I get on top of him. I wanna stare into his galaxy like eyes when I am sucking on his cock and when he is choking me with his pride. I wanna scratch his back and leave a trail of hickeys all the way down to his V line.

I just want to fuck him. I have high temptation and lust for him. This is such a fucked up desire of mine from the moment I saw him.

I want to love him.

All I am afraid of remembering the one who broke my heart into saw dust.

The same name.

Why? I am just so alone and desperate, anything that departs from my mind, fucks me up. I don’t like this feeling of desire and the need, the fucking need to feel him inside of me.

Fuck me up, my darling, I am all yours.

I wanna talk to him. I wanna be his friend. I wanna call him up at 3 am and share a conspiracy theory.

But, I don’t wanna fall in love. I want to rise in love.

I wanna text him memes and write poems in his thoughts. I just wanna look at him do things like walk or yawn or write a little note.

Maybe because I love him.

Why? Maybe I am just too alone.

On a typical Saturday evening I found myself curled up on my sofa listening to the sound of the thunder storm and whining rain and my dear hedgehog yawning in my lap. A hot cup of coffee and some light music was everything I needed to make myself relaxed from the activities I had been through the week. The interviews, the photo shoots, the graphic analysis, papers to sign, business trips and what not. The chaos of running an entire leading fashion magazine company was really a task to bind.
I was tucked in an oversize sweater and going comfortably through the dull late afternoon. The huge glass windows were now tinted with raindrops constantly racing about.




How was your week?


I smiled at the text.


Meh. It was the same.

Running and screaming and signing.


Ow too bad.

But same. Lol.


I clutched my heart before trying not to smile






Wanna grab some food? 😗

With me 😗😗😗

Huuh huh 😗

I bit my lip at his cute self and smiled.
Oh boy, how do I ever resist him. I thought.


Its raining here. 💁


😦 ehhhhhhhh



I am the one who is making it rain so that you can come over and stay here with me 🙈

I smirked at my smug reply.


Oh well well well




Omg you’re coming back?

Fuuuuck! I thought you’re joking

I’m waiting 😁

It had been almost 4 years, since I’d been interacting with this son of a hot fucking pie. This man was my everything to begin with and everything to end with.

He was a CEO of a really massive banking company. Both of us being working business individuals had a hard time interacting as often. He and I both text each other when we could and meet… In 6 months or so.

//ring ring//

I kept my hedgehog in his cage quickly and rushed to the door. My heart was beating so fast for the first time in forever. Meeting him today was certainly a stranger feeling than usual. I opened the door and was greeted with the most beautiful man fathomable to exist behind the hundreds of crimson red roses he had held in his hands.

“Mrs. Jeon… Your favorite flowers sent by your favorite person to his favorite person, delivered by your favorite person, obviously.” He tilted his head to look at me from behind those flowers as he smiled at me with his bunny teeth.


I couldn’t help but blush deep red and look at him with a shy smile, accepting the flowers.

“Come on in, its your house.” I said scanning his figure adorned with an armani suit, stunning dark hair and his handsome self.

“Like what you see?” He teased.

“Oh shut up.” I tell him ignoring the fact that I was checking him out in his face.

“Come on y/n… You’re allowed, you know.” He smacked my ass as he walks past me toward his room to certainly change and wash up. I kept the flowers on the glass table by the door and bit my lip, feeling the area when he had smacked me on as I drowned myself into my own thoughts.

Jeon Jungkook, 25 years old, intelligent, handsome, rich, successful, eye candy and my husband of 2 years now whom I’ve met only 12 times including the one on our wedding/contracts-beneficial-for-both-our-brands.

Mentally, he’s alluring. Physically he is appealing. In reality, he was busy. But so was I.

There were a lot of hardships we have been through in these 4 years. From meeting him to getting married out of family pressure and purly business interest. Somewhere between these 4 years, I’ve learnt enough to be committed, impressed and… Live in love.

Our marriage, in context of physicals, consists of one mandatory wedding kiss, roughly 8 hand shakes, 5 hand kisses, 2 playful spanks, one goodbye hug and accidental touches.

Yes, my husband and I have certainly not been in love. But over time, I fell for him. So hard. I just came to realize it a few weeks early. I wasn’t sure, if he was too feeling the same, but I didn’t want to complain.

He is mine to call. I carry his last name. And the media knows it all. Whenever he meets me, he makes sure to take me out for a date to display a healthy relationship, perhaps also maintain it. I was happy. Despite him being so busy, he tries to keep up with our so called marriage.

I resumed my position on the couch with my pet.

“Y/N, hi.” He whispers, sitting besides me on the couch.

“Hey.” I smile back at him.

“So, how are you doing?” He drops his most frequent question.

“You see me here, I’m alive.” I mocked in my lazy tone. He suppresses his giggle at my sarcastic ass.

“Well, I’m glad. How is our little son?” He reaches to lightly pat on the hedgehog. He brought him for me for our first anniversary knowing how much I adored them and leaving a sign of himself when he’s not there. I would be lying if I couldn’t stop smiling when he said “our son”.

“He’s doing great.” I mumble.

“Y/N.” he whispers and softly hum in response.  

“This is weird… What we have.” He said looking into my eyes.

I dropped my heart when he says it. The legit thought was that he was about to say something that will break my heart, but he just completely changes it.

“Its been 2 year since we got married. And we’ve never ever, spent time together, you know, like how usually couples do.” He continues as I nod.

“I get it that its just more of a superficial thing to say, but you know, I just feel like, I want to live now and you know, I want to live with you because you’re the only one whom I call mine publicly. I want to know you, y/n. Not as a CEO but as a person.” He tells making my breathing faster. My heart was pounding ever so strongly at his kind and comforting words.

“Jungkook…” Before I could finish, he puts a finger on my lips and continues,

“I’ve decided to go on a break. From my job which is probably my only life. I don’t know Y/N. I am tired. I want to live with you as my wife and not just as a business partner and I want to see things differently. Will you help me?” He was a very confident man, but listening him break down like this was such an intense thing. Jeon Jungkook, was vulnerable and tried and I was there to witness. The tycoon was coming clean to me. I wanted to hug him and this time I didn’t want to regret the opportunity.

I removed his finger from my lips and went up closer to him and said, “Jungkook, I have seen you through growing into what you are today, and I’m glad you decided to share it with me… I want to help you, and I will. You’re my husband, I’ve vowed to do so. I’m always there for you.” I leaned into him and hugged him with all I had restrained in me. Feeling his warm body made me shudder in response. It was so comfortable to have him wrapped around me. This was the most intimate I’ve gotten with him and in that moment.

It took every fiber of my body to stop myself from kissing his soft petal like lips.

I almost jump as I feel him hugging me back and burring his face into the crook of my neck, it felt as he he had brushed his lips in the nape. But I didn’t want to complain, I just wanted to make him feel wanted.

“Y/N, I’m taking year off from my business trips. I want to be home with you. I want to cook for you and buy gifts like normal people And take you for ice cream when you crave it at 3 am. I don’t wanna text you anymore good-mornings or nights, but say that to you, face to face.” He whispers so lightly making me flip my stomach upside down. It felt almost as if he’s trying to confess something he has been holding back, all this time.

“Oh, Jungkook. I’m glad you feel that way. I’ll be more than happy to have you around you know.” I reply sniffing my tears up.

“And, don’t worry, I still will sign papers, but from home. And I want you to do the same now.” He says pouting. I pull away immediately and frown at him.

“What? Are you serious? If you don’t know, I’m the CEO of-” he presses his lips against mine. He took me by surprise and I was so shocked with my eyes wide open. I notice, his eyes are so peacefully closed and his lips were actually on mine. Instead of resisting, I started melting under his touch on my arms. I felt my eyes getting heavy and my hands running to pull him close to me. I felt his lips moving against mine and I subconscious repeated the movement. His lips softly pulling mine away which indeed was the sexiest thing in that frame. His chest was so close to me I could almost feel his heartbeat rising and falling.

This was something I dreamt about and it was happening right in front of me. Everything felt surreal, from the texture of his lips to his sweet taste to his his cologne washing me over. I was ready to accept anything from that moment on because the love of my life was touching me in the most romantic way. My amazingly sexy husband was finally kissing me. I was the luckiest woman alive in the universe. And nothing made me happier than having him around me, being happy.
I reluctantly pull away and tried to steady my breath. He was still clutching onto me and looking into my eyes. I felt embarrassed on how much crimson I’ve parted on my cheeks. I licked my lips and looked at him.

“That was… That was nice.” I whispered making him smile ear to ear.

“So, you’re with me?” He asks putting his forehead against mine.  

“Anything for you, Mr. Jeon.” I breathed out a chuckle.

“You better pack up soon, Mrs. Jeon, we’re going for our honeymoon.” He winked at me, flushing me even more.


thanks for reading. :*

I’ll continue this for sure.

i really wish people would stop treating wonder woman like it is something revolutionary that will change the landscape of the action/superhero genre, like it is the first action film ever to have a female lead and so ALL women (including black women, woc, lgbt+ women) must unite to make it successful etc because ya’ll can miss me on that

ya’ll are acting like mad max fury road, divergent, the hunger games, etc. don’t exist ya’ll are acting like ww is the first film to have a white woman w brown hair as a lead and its gonna change the genre, when white women have been staring as leads in action films consistently for (at least) the last decade like ya’ll can preach female solidarity but it has been years since fury road, the hunger games etc and all im seeing is more white women as leads and more woc (particularly black women) being killed off for white motivation/shunted to sidekick or both in action films

wonder woman might be a small revolution for being a major female lead action flick with a female director, but even then it is a victory for white women and i can guarantee you that even if ww becomes the highest grossing film in history, it will not lead to woc being leads in action flicks, or woc being given more directorial roles in hollywood

try not to tell a woc that this white-washed, white feminist action film lead by a zionist is a “feminist film” that all women must support lest we never get another female centric action film, because if you think that than you clearly haven’t been paying attention to the films you’ve been watching, nor do you have a grasp on what intersectional feminism is

also white women, stop telling woc to support your so called feminist films when you prove time and time again (see: the latest us election stats) that you don’t support us, you don’t support palestine, you support no one but yourselves when it comes down to the crunch.


wow i can’t believe it’s been like a year since these assholes were introduced

[this is also a redraw of this]

Objblogs Complete!

Thank you all for sticking around for this absurdly long project of mine. It’s been about 3 years since I started and I’m glad that it’s finally done. I may go back and sort of my favourite ones to make more books but for now, I’d like to let it rest for a while and enjoy its final state.

Also apparently in the time that I was using this tumblr theme, tumblr made it a theme you have to buy so I can’t really change the number on teh sidebar without purchasing it. But just know I’ve reached 4529/4529!

I swear I am going to end up in Radley after this show is finished

I’m not sure if I’m slightly upset we didn’t get to see the dialogue between Aria and Nicole, only because its been so dragged out with Ezra being gone for the most of 7B. Why has Ezra been missing this whole time? I mean it’s so confusing since Nicole is NOT in NY but close enough for Aria to have driven to the clinic, yet he doesn’t even come home to change his clothes and have some rest? Shady Ezra, shady. 

So do all members of the A team have keys to all the liars’ houses just like Mona? The idea of people creeping in and out of a house is so frustrating. You’ve been doing this for how many years? Since you were 16? Why are there no cameras anywhere near your damn houses? SERIOUSLY?! 

Aria is being shady. Honestly no wonder Ezria is a couple, they are both shady. I think I have been completely desensitized to their “shock faces”, all I keep thinking is “I know you’re part of this”. 

Okay so this episode was awesome and the fact that some answers are smacking me straight in the face is amazing. However I have a couple questions because I am genuinely confused after watching it. So now, I am re watching this. Because it’s not like I have 2 essays due *cough cough* - moving on. 

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