make it make it don't fake it

my bpd ass: i have literally no idea who i am

some fucko: but do any of us really know WHO we are? surely it is the deepest part of human nature to question existence, and wh-

me: thanks denise, but every time i look in a mirror i dissociate five inches to the left, i forget what my name is, and if you asked me what things i enjoy i would be UNABLE to tell you unless i had already made a list


I slept with someone in fall out boy and all I got was this stupid song written about me // fall out boy

you know what’s really fucking easy to say? Reyna’s feelings towards Jason and Percy were about what she thought she was supposed to feel towards boys that everyone said were attractive and nice and likeable and that she was spending a lot of time with. But then she realized they weren’t feelings of romantic attraction, just her trying to navigate her lack of feelings. Boom. Fixed. Done. Lesbian Reyna has arrived.

  • Mr Kubdel: Jalil is kinda irresponsible, I'll give the watch to Alix instead
  • Alix: *breaks watch within an hour and goes on a murder spree*
  • Mr Kubdel: Why are my children like this

they think they’re running this town, but this town will shut down without us. ten thousand kids in the square, ten thousand fists in the air!

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im so tired of fake friends..
and by fake friend I don’t mean friends that act cool to your face and then talk shit when you leave. No no no no. I mean something way worse than that.
I mean those “friends” who say they’ll always be there for you, the ones that tell you if you ever need anything you can always talk to me, but when you need them they’re nowhere to be found. The friends that make plans with you multiple times and make up some excuse for why they can’t come now or just never text you at all and you’re just stuck waiting until hours later they have some flimsy excuse as to why they never got back with you.
You know… those “friends”.

Fool’s Gold

I have this image of Joel Heyman, one of the most widely recognized founders of the notorious RT Crew,  meeting lil Gavin Free for the first time.

Like, imagine, Gavin was over in the US for a bit, helping Gus with some hacking and following Burnie and Geoff around like a lost puppy, and Joel stumbles upon him.

Maybe Joel was away, overseas maybe, talking to some fences about the Monet paintings stashed in the warehouse (and maybe looking into a gold heist on the side) and he finally comes home, to find a kid (a literal kid, Jesus Christ Burnie) lounging around the penthouse.

Joel knows about Gavin, there’s no way he couldn’t with how often Burnie and Geoff, and even Gus, praised the “dumbass little genius,” but he had never seen his face before.

Gavin notices him, and nearly breaks his laptop in his haste to stand up. Joel stares at him for a moment before gesturing him to follow. Gavin scrambles after him.

“So…” Joel drawls as he leads the other through the maze-like halls of the penthouse. “What’s your schtick, kid.”

“Hacker,” Gavin states instantly. “Burnie brought me to—“

Joel waved that away. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, I meant what else.”

Gavin shot him a look of confusion. Joel groaned obnoxiously.

“Y’knoooow, what else did he bring you for? There’s no way he brought you here just to hack, I mean, we already have Gus, and Jason, and Burnie’s no slouch in the technical division himself. So, why’d he bring you all the way here?” Joel stops in the hallway, Gavin nearly slamming into his back. Joel turns and stares intently at the younger man. “What did he see in you?”

Gavin looks mildly affronted, and Joel wonders if he should backtrack when Gavin speaks again.

“I ran a crew, back in England. It was small, pretty damn small for all that we accomplished, but it worked. I spent most of my time hacking, or planning, but I was a frontman too.” Here, he hesitates, averting his eyes, before he looks back at Joel.

“Geoff has some plans…and he’s teaching me to be a frontman. New identity and everything.”

Joel scrutinizes him for a second before he continues walking.

“Have you thought of one yet? An identity?”

Gavin shrugs sheepishly. “All the ones I’ve come up with are rubbish. I think Geoff’s beginning to think I’m a lost cause.”

Joel hums before stopping abruptly in front of a door. He digs the key out of his pocket and unlocks it, gesturing Gavin in.

“Uh…Joel?” Gavin asks while Joel rummages through his drawers. “What exactly am I doing here?”

Joel ignores him, muttering to himself. He finally finds what he’s looking for and exclaims, slamming the drawer closed. He holds up something to Gavin’s face.

“Do you know what this is?”

“Uh yeah, gold?” Gavin reaches for it, but Joel snatches it away.

“Nope,” Joel says, popping the ‘p.’ “This, kid, is pyrite. Also known as ‘Fool’s Gold.’ To the untrained eye, it looks identical to gold, but its not. Just sulfur and iron fused together.”


“Hey!” Joel snaps, glaring. “I’m giving you a lesson here, shut the fuck up.”

Gavin puts his hands up in surrender, and Joel huffs once before continuing.

“This, this is your identity. The point of the frontman is to be the face of the crew, while also gaining information. You have to make it easy for people to trust you, while also fearing you. You pick a role and that’s the role everyone will know you as. Does that make sense?”

Gavin nods.

“You have to be like Fool’s Gold. You have to look shiny and expensive. You’re forcing people to look at the crew like a precious metal, you understand? But you have to be more than that. Fool’s Gold has edges, like a crystal, and it’s stronger than regular gold. It may not be actual gold, and you—“ he pokes Gavin in the chest “—may be playing a role, hiding behind smoke and mirrors, but you can’t ever let anyone else know that. The crew depends on no one ever finding out. That’s the point of a frontman.”

Gavin looks at him, equal parts awed and overwhelmed.

“I—“ Gavin clears his throat. “I think I understand. Thank—”

Joel waves away the appreciation, tossing the piece of pyrite to the other.

“Get outta here, I’m exhausted. Who just got off a long ass flight? This guy! All you fuckers don’t even know what it feels like to be Joel. And where’s my appreciation? ‘Oh Joel can you do this, can you do that?’ No! Everyone can just go fuck themselves!” Joel ends his tirade, smiling a little when Gavin laughs.

“Get outta here, kid.“

“See you, J-Roll.”

A few months later, Joel hears about Geoff’s crew out in Los Santos, wrecking havoc all along the shore. He hears about his second-in-command, his brawlers, his sniper, and his mercenary. But, mainly, he hears about Ramsey’s Golden Boy, and Joel can’t help but laugh.


Added a new thing for Redbubble.

Darth Vader: [appearing in a cloud of smoke] KENOBI!!
Pirate Kenobi: [swaggering in behind him with a raised brow] Yes, Darth?
Vader: Ah ha! At last, we’ve found each other again. [removes his helmet, revealing a non-burned Anakin] [menacingly] And now, the moment I’ve been waiting for.
Pirate Kenobi: [advances on him; dips him and kisses him]
Obi-Wan: Well, that was unexpected.

@forcearama i’ll never get tired of drawing stuff i find on your blog

credit goes to the amazing @jerseytigermoth for Pirate!Kenobi’s look. The original looks far better than mine :D

Slumber Party - Taeyong

Suggested: ‘Hey there! I’m rlly soft for taeyong rn, could you maybe write a scenario where y'all are friends and are hanging out and watching a movie or smth and taeyong is rlly tired but he still wants to hang out with you and he ends up accidentally falling asleep on you? Like, very fluffy pls’

A/N: It’s still Taeyong’s birthday in some parts of the world…
Also, I didn’t go an edit this, I’m honestly nodding off to sleep rn, so I don’t wanna hear any bs about this crap
- Admin Finn

Originally posted by tybeoji

Word Count: 459

Taeyong struggled to keep his gaze trained upon the screen, his exhausted gaze dimming with each moment. His gaze flitted to the clock; 1:17 AM.
He let the top of the sofa cradle the nape of his neck as he leant back, exposing his lithe neck. Momentarily, he let his lashes flutter, tempted to give into the temptation of slumber.
You gasped suddenly, your hand coming down upon his knee as your wide eyes were fixated upon the plasma screen.


He sat up suddenly, worried, untangling his legs from your own.

“She rejected him!” you howled, wincing as the male upon the screen brushed past the beautiful woman.

Letting out a sigh of exasperation, Taeyong resumed his earlier position, letting his head lull to the side gently. He found your shoulder comforting, it’s warmth against his cheek lulling him into slumber.
You silently giggled at Taeyong’s actions, your heart racing as you glanced at his serene features. His soft lips were parted slightly, shallow breaths leaving him.
Your gaze trailed to his flawless skin before tracing along his exquisite features.
A small grin graced your lips before you turned your attention back to the drama unfolding before you.

“Tae,” you chided gently.

You turned to face him, removing your shoulder from beneath his cheek. His figure collapsed into your own, nearly knocking you over.
You felt yourself flush as his warm breaths glode over sensitive skin of your neck, making your hair stand on end.


Suddenly, he sat up straight, peering through his half-lidded gaze.

“W-What?” he repeated dumbly, startled by the sudden outburst.

“You fell asleep,” you informed, your gaze flitting to the black screen.

His shoulders sagged forward as his pink tongue darted out to moisten his lips. He murmured to himself incoherently, his gaze wavering as slumber called to him once more.

“I’ll let you sleep over if you want-”

He gave a lazy nod, his glassy gaze following you as you stood from the sofa.

“I’ll get you a pillow and some blankets,” you promised, abandoning him.

Taeyong’s head nodded forward suddenly before he suddenly shot back up, his disheveled pastel hair adding to his precious features.
Clumsily, he clamored along the sofa, intent on laying down and stretching out.

“I wasn’t sure how many you’d want-” you began, hugging the pillow and blankets to your chest.

“Tae!” you barked, dumping the blankets on him.

He whined lowly, tired of having his slumber interrupted.

“Use this,” you crooned, coaxing him to lift his head up enough for you to shove the marigold pillow beneath his angelic features, “Or else you’ll hurt your neck…”

Your hands settled upon your hips, a gentle sigh escaping you as you watched him roll over, snuggling into the pillow.

“You better still be here when I wake up,” you chided, mostly to yourself, as he was fast asleep once more.