Stop commenting on her post saying “not all men are trash” because it’s making you look like one of those men. If you know that post doesn’t apply to you just keep fuckin scrolling. You should know who you are and what you are, and if you aren’t trash then there’s no reason for you to say anything on her post. Getcho ass on.
SOOOOOOOOOOOO YALL THOUGHT I WAS PLAYING ABOUT THIS FIC!? I am wrecked to the highest level right now! Like I saw this gif yesterday (thanks to admin Niss) and have not stopped talking about it!!! just GOD DAMN IT ALL JUNGKOOK!! LEAVE ME ALONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE~ Lia
“I can’t believe I have to take Sex Ed 101 to graduate, like this is ridiculous.” You mumble to yourself as you quickly jog across the freshman quad, bobbing and weaving your way through the crowd.
It was your senior year and you had 3 classes left to take . The two major core classes filled before you even got a chance to sign up , so you would have to wait till the next semester to finish. But your counselor had so loving forgot to tell you that you were missing a basic general education class. And of course everything was filled except dreaded Sex Ed .
You rolled your eyes and sighed heavily as you pushed the large door open to hell. You had made it just so on time to score a seat in the back. You cringed while taking in the room full of freshman , all so eager to be adults they were dressed to the 9s, all with fully coordinated outfits and faces full of anticipation. You, however had just rolled out of bed and still were sporting the leggings you wore to bed and a hoodie with a dried up toothpaste stain dead center for the world to see.
As you settled in your seat and raised your hand to support your face while you blankly stared at your professor droning on and on (AND ON) about the importance of his class , the importance of his syllabus, and the importance of protection, the large door suddenly swung open . If this class was hell the devil himself had just come home. He made his way to the back of class whispering “sorry ” and “excuse me” all the way until he finally settled in the seat next to yours.
Oddly enough this so called “devil” was as cute as a bunny. He’s fresh innocent face radiated youth , and his bowl cut hair style almost gave him a child like appearance. You were blatantly staring , I mean he looked like he was 12, but if he was a freshman he had to be at least 17 . Either way he was still a baby, you concluded. He finally looked over at you and locked eyes with you. After a few seconds he pulls his eyes away from you and looks down at his notebook and quickly scribbles something and pushes his notebook to the edge of his desk so you can see what is written.
“Is this where we get the free condoms ? ;) ”
You had to physically force yourself not to yell BOY and threaten to call his mother . Thank god he was in this class he was going to need ALL of the help he could get, or at least all of the “free help” he could get. You rolled your eyes and mouthed “Pig”. He only grinned and sat back in his seat. He pulled at the neck of his fitted white tee and then pulled at his grey sweat pants causing certain attributes of his body to become very apparent. He runs his hand through his hair pushing it back , almost seductively, and giving you a sly grin and casually biting down on his lower lip. You try your best to seem unphased. You roll your eyes and redirect your attention to the professors droning . This is why you called him the devil, how could someone physically go from cute little bunny smile boy to sexy and grown as hell in a matter of seconds . How !?
The weeks dragged on in the same fashion. Jungkook ( you learned his name from roll call) was always 5 minutes late . And because of this, he always sat in the back , next to you. You both never had a full conversation, communication usually consisted of Jungkook writing some crude note and you replying by calling him either a pig or a baby , or sometimes a baby pig and him laughing and shooting you seductive looks , all of which you pretended you never saw.
By week 7 it was project season and your professor assigned partners. The assignment: Get to know your classmates and keep a sack of flour with you and pretend it is a child ! As the professor read from his list , calling off pairs like they were guest at some fancy ball it became extremely clear who your partner would be . You fold your arms on your desk and bury your head in them. Naturally only you would get stuck with the devil in hell.
After class Jungkook looks over at you , holding “your child” on his desk with both hands .
“Sooooo” he starts , “are we staying at your place or mine ?” He says chuckling at his own lame pick up line.
“Just give me the flour baby and l keep it all weekend, I promise it’ll be returned on Monday and we’ll get an A.” You huff .
“Now wait just a second Y/N , the professor said this isn’t just an assignment, were supposed to get to know each other too.” He says as he gets up and gathers his things .
“You already know my name and that I think you’re a baby pig , what else is there to know . "
He chuckles to himself again ,almost psychotically, "Alright then Y/N , we’ll go to your place . I’ll be there at 8 and just so I know you’ll let me in, I’ll take the flour baby.” He says picking up the sack. “You can’t deny the father of your child ” he says winking and rushing to leave the room.
What the literal heck ??? You wonder as you walk to your dorm. How does he even know where I stay, and why is he so persistent with the flirting? Almost and hour after he said he’d show, Jungkook comes and knocks on your door ,shouting “It’s your baby daddy!! Let me in!”
You swing open the door and quickly yank him in. “God you’re annoying!” You sigh.
He gives you one of his cute bunny smiles before placing the flour child on your desk. He starts wondering around your room while you take a seat in your office chair , causally spinning from side to side.
“Wow! So this is what one of the senior singles looks like! I can’t wait to get one, right now I share a room with two other guys and believe me.. it’s hell.”
“Oh it must be with you there.” You say laughing at your own insider.
He gives you a weird look before turning to look at some photos on your wall. While he’s attention was directed away from you , you finally get a chance to take in a side you rarely see in class . Unlike his deceiving front side his back , was all man. His perfect undercut only complimented his thick neck that flowed into his thick, broad shoulders. Almost as if on que he removed his jacket, his thick back muscles fighting against the frail fabric of his tank. He turned to throw his jacket on your bed. Locking eyes with you he makes his way across the room and pushes your chair again the desk, leaning in and heavily he whispers . “Now Y/N , how about I show you what I’ve been learning in class ” and slowly he tilts his head and presses his lips against yours .
Since people are saying that bellarke arguments are based in c/lexa hate, let’s point out some things:
- bellamy’s and clarke’s ability to be completely vulnerable around each other, which in season 4 happens with pretty much no one else. having that much ease and vulnerability around each other and being able to just be themselves. that’s love.
- knowing that they are both having problems forgiving themselves and not only the ‘you’re forgiven’ parallel but also the comfort that they offer each other since season 1 and 2- ‘who we are and who we need to be to survive are very different things’ and ‘maybe there are no good guys’. knowing each other well and trying their best to be what the other one needs. that’s love.
- the constant soft eyes?? like I’m always looking at gifs comparing bellamy looking at someone else vs. clarke and they are just both so full of concern and respect for each other. even during their season 3 confrontation about pike you can tell how much it hurts them that they’re fighting. that’s love.
- the canon things that the other characters pick up on about bellarke. raven: ‘too bad you were never that devoted to gina’ jaha: ‘you keep her centered’ abby when trying to torture clarke: ‘start with bellamy blake’ raven seeing clarke look at bellamy for the first time in s2: ‘go ahead’. the people surrounding bellamy and clarke seeing them as more than co-leaders and close friends. that’s love.
so yes, we can make points about bellarke without coming back to L/exa, because with or without her that bellamy and clarke love each other, and you can interpret that how you want.
This is just me writing about a dream I had, you can keep scrolling.
I’ve had this dream almost a week ago, but I’m barely getting over it. And I just wanted to share this with you guys.
So in this dream, I found this lil baby opossum, which over time I name them Theodore. They were tiny, fitted in my palm and my hands are pretty small. They were so adorable, with their eyes and tiny hands and feet.
I kept them, gave up my bookshelf to make a home for them. I’d let them hang on my shirt, preferably the shoulder or around pectoral area, so I can see where they are at. I looked up at what they eat and so many things about opossums. I bought so much things for this baby, and I didn’t mind not having money.
So I had my baby, Theodore, for about 7 months. We had our oops, some precious moments and funny times.
We were outside, I was letting them roam around the yard. For a moment I was in the garage getting a few things for my parents, when I came back. They weren’t at the spot where I have left them, so I just looked around. I saw a fucking rattlesnake, and I thought of the worst thing that could’ve happened. It turned to the right and I saw my baby in its mouth. I ran to the garage, grabbed the gardening scissors, ran back and cut the snake apart. I yanked them out of the snake’s mouth, carried them over to the shade and I started to cry.
Then I woke up, and yeah. I still cried and I’ve been emotional for almost a week. I was a proud opossum mama for a moment. :’(
for the final week in my violence in the family course i’m taking online, we’ve been discussing the impact stress, trauma, and violence has on infants. people sometimes assume that if they aren’t old enough to remember anything, then it won’t affect them later in life. but this is incorrect.
naturally, since i’m a fangirl that is far too obsessed for her own good, i started applying this idea to a particular character.
I think that people need to move on about Dunn’s death. It sucks but it’s not like any of you had a personal relationship with the guy or anything. “Poor Bam” right? Well he’s trying to get on with his life and move past it but it’s hard when fans keep shoving it in his face on every social media site he has. Like, get the fuck over it already! Stop acting like you’re all so depressed over it cause guess what? You didn’t know him and he didn’t personally help any of you!
Quicky of LAD! Jean cuz I wanted it out of my system. Too lazy to spend more than ten minutes on it to be honest. Sorry. Baby towards the end of the week when he hasn’t been sleeping over at Marco’s. So about a Friday where he is just dead to the world.