me in about 10 years you guys

anonymous asked:

what do u use mpreg to cope with

( http://askmpregtord.tumblr.com/post/156346393446/just-letting-you-guys-know

I use mpreg to cope after being mentally and physically abused for 10 years by my ex step mom for 10 years. She always did it behind my dads back without him knowing, the only time she hurt me in front of my dad was twice when I was in elementary. I was too afraid to speak up about it because I feared she might find out and hurt me again when I was younger. I had to pretend to like her while in reality, she scared me. And I became suicidal twice while in middle school, I came out as an abuse survivor when I was in freshmen year of highschool, I first came out to a couple of my friends in high school. And then a couple of my family members, and I started taking therapy.

I also used shipping, Eddsworld, and TDI to cope, the shows/shippings always cheered me up when my mental health was really bad back then. I also wanna thank for all of the support on my ask blog and other blogs, I didn’t expect this many followers when I first joined here. I greatly apriciate all of the support, and I also want to thank the Eddsworld community. If the show never existed or I never saw it, then I wouldn’t have meet my girfriend @alwaysstarstruckhybrid~. I also wanna say thank you to my girlfriend for being amazing and always being their for me when I’m in the dumps, and not treating me differantly because of my mild autism.)

For fuck’s sake what the actual fuck is happening why is there a fucking bootleg-Del worm thing near me I was just listening to music what the actual hell is going on are you fucking serious I’m 26 years old and I’m about to shit myself like what the fuck technically I didn’t even have a choice about being in this goddamn band I was like 10 and I didn’t even know my own parents and I was raised by a possessed guy and his ghost friend and a zombie looking blue haired twat and an actual goddamn satanist like how the fuck did I even grow up nicely with these arseholes I just wanna dance and have fun like what the fuck even happened I got fucking gunned down and replaced with a fucking robot and now I’m a goddamn adult woman and I’m still dealing with this shit I’m too tired for this what the fuck even is this snake looking fuck get away from me what the actual fuck I’m going to piss myself what the fuck. what the fuckk

okay listen since the beginning of 2017 i’ve been sensing something really different about dnp and it’s been strangely just .. open. they seem more open to their audience and are allowing us to see more of their lives and it’s adorable ok. shameless flirting left and right i don’t think i’ve ever third wheeled this hard . they’re so much more touchy on camera and have included many things and aspects in their videos that most likely would’ve been cut a few years ago and it’s so endearing that they’d trust us and just continue doing what their doing and having no shame in showing the public how much love and adoration and respect they have for each other. most internet friendships don’t last very long but look at dnp over here defying the odds. very soon it’ll be 10 YEARS of dan and phil together and creating content with each other. you’re gonna come here and tell me that it’ll be 10 years of them being together almost all the time and they’re not in love? i hear all this talk about how they’re best friends so it should be okay blah blah i understand HOWEVER how many best guy friends do you see acting as loving as dan and phil?

tl;dr / dnp are in love and it’s making me emotional

Dance With Me - Jeff Atkins Smut

Jeff Atkins x reader

Request: I wanted to ask for an imagine. So the reader and Jeff are a couple and they are at the prom and in a dance the things got a bit hot so they go to Tony’s car. And you are a really good friend with tony so when they finish tony knocked the window of the car telling her he has to take her home. Please i’d love you a lot if you write something with this 😍. Thanks anyway ☺️

Warnings: Smut, swearing


“Mom I’m about to leave! Tony is almost here” I pick up my gold clutch and start to head for the door.

“Wait! wait! wait!” I hear my mom running down the stairs and I try to hold in my giggles. She comes running down with her camera.

“Where is Jeff? is he still coming?”

“Yes mom, he’s walking over here now, which why I need to go”. She walks over to me and fix my curled hair and smooths out my dress.

“You look gorgeous hunny. I want to wait for him to come so I can pictures.”

“Moooom” I whine. Leave it to her to be totally embarrassing. She loves Jeff. We have been dating for over a year now and the minute she met him, she thought of him as her child. She practically begs him to come over and even cooks for him. As she’s in the middle of taking pictures of me, the doorbell rings.

“That’s my sweetie Jeffy!” my mom says as she jogs to the door. I shake my head at her sudden change in sweetness. She swings open the door and crushes him in a hug.

“Hi Ms.y/l/n. These are for you.” As I look over her shoulder, I see Jeff give my mother a bouquet of peony flowers. This is exactly why she loves him. I wouldn’t be surprised if she loves him more than me.

“Oh my goodness! how sweet, Thank you Jeffrey, I’m going to go put these in a vase.” As she speeds off I shake my head and laugh. I look back at him and see him holding another bouquet of flowers, but its stunning red roses. My favorite.

“And these” he says as he pecks my lip, “Are for you my lady”. I grab the flowers and can’t hold in my smile.

“Why thank you sir.” I say as I kiss him again. I put the flowers down on the table beside the stairs and look back at him, taking in his attire. He looked amazing, although I’m not surprised. He’s the only guy that I feel can pull off a white top tuxedo. I noticed that he’s doing the same to me, taking in my outfit.

“Wow” he says with his mouth parted. I look down thinking something is wrong with my dress.

“What?” I say looking down. “Nothing, you just look beautiful.” I smile again, pushing my hair behind my ear. Even after a year with Jeff, he never fails to still make me feel special. After about 10 minutes, my mom comes jogging back in with her camera. She was probably in a daze with her flowers. 

“Okay you too, pictures then you can leave.” We spend the next 5 minutes taking different pictures together and my mom even sheds a few tears. After a bit, I finally get a text from Tony.

Hey y/n/n I’m outside

“Okay mom, Tony is outside, we have to go” I say, looping my arm through Jeff’s.

“Okay, okay have fun you too. Not too much fun now.” Jeff glances at me from the corner of his eye and I blush.

“Of course mom, we know” I grab my bag again as we walk out the door and skip down the stairs to Tony’s car.

“Be safe love you! Hi Tony hunny!” My mom calls out. I scream a quick ‘love you too’ as me and Jeff get into his car.

“Hey y/m/n, I’ll get her home safe!” He gets into the car and turns on his loud indie music that he loves. Jeff got into the front seat while I sit in the back. Tony drives off as we all make small talk, laughing together like we always do.

“Is Ryan going to be there?” I ask over the music.

“Yeah, we are doing the music together and hopefully squeeze in a dance.”

“Nice man” Jeff says, “If you guys don’t dance, I’ll grab you guys by the hand and force you.” I laugh at my boyfriends comment. He loves meddling in other peoples love life. That’s probably why we are so good together, he genuinely loves happy relationships. 

“Let’s get ready to fuck the night up!” Tony screams.


As we all walk inside, the music is blasting and there are a bunch of people dancing and grinding against each other. With my hand in Jeff’s, we walk through the crowd, chatting with different people here and there. 

“Jeff! Y/n! Tony!” We look and see Jessica, Justin and Monty waving us over to the center of the dance floor. we waltz over to them and I laugh at how wasted Jessica is almost getting, dry humping against a very happy Justin.

“I’m glad you guys came!” she screams. We all talk and laugh over the music and just have a good time bumping and dumb dancing to every song. Tony taps our shoulders and talks over the music.

“Guys I’m going to go up there with Ryan to help my boy out. You dudes have fun!” 

“Ada boy Tony! Go have fun!” Jeff laughs. Tony playful rolls his eyes and disappears into the crowd. We all continue dancing and laughing at a now drunk Jessica. Jeff slides his hands on my waist and whispers in my ear.

“Do you want a drink babe?” 

“Yeah I’ll go with you.” He grabs my hand as we head over to the food table.

“Jeff man, there is vodka in the left punch!” Justin yells over the music. Jeff turns his head back to look at him, “Nah I’m fine, but thanks”.

We get to the table and Jeff pours us some punch from the right. He seems to be looking around the gym a lot looking for something, but I already knew it was someone.

“Babe, Clay is sitting on the bleachers over there” I point. He looks at the direction of my finger and smiles at me.

“What I would do without you, I’ll be right back baby”. He pecks my lips and walks over to sit next to Clay. They talk for a few minutes and I can’t help but smile. Jeff is such a sweet person, and I love him so much for it. I continue to drink my punch as I look around at the people dancing. Soon a slow song comes on and I see Clay walking towards Hannah, and Jeff smiling at me from the bleachers, heading my way. He grabs my hand and pulls me towards the dance floor. He puts his hands on my waist, while I wrap my arms around his neck, swaying slowly.

“Is your job done?” I smile at him, “Yup, for now. Now I can focus on my beautiful girlfriend.”

I lay my head his shoulder, closing my eyes as I smell in his cologne. As we continue to slow dance, Jeff’s slides his hands down to my butt. He lightly squeezes and I look up at him.

“Jeff babe, what are you doing?” I ask slowly, looking around so no one sees him grabbing my ass in public.

“Hmm?” he hums. He starts kissing my neck and pushing me closer to him. 

“Jeff” I whisper, “stop babe, before people see.” He ignores me and starting sucking my sweet spot, not caring that people would see my soon to form hickey. I bite my lip, wanting to tell him to stop, but can’t. He’s turning me on and he knows it. I open my eyes and see people occupied with their date, either dancing or sucking their face off. Still sucking another part of my neck, Jeff is now full on squeezing my ass, pulling me into him. He stops and go straight to my mouth kissing me softly. I put my hand to his face, lightly moaning into his mouth. I can tell Jeff is forgetting we are in public once his hand goes to the back of my dress, tugging on my zipper. I move his hands and break our kiss. 

“Jeff, we are still in school” I laugh, softly panting. As I look at him, his eyes are filled with love and more importantly, lust. He grabs my waist and leans his lips against my ear.

“Then lets not be” he says deeply. I look up at him and bite my lip, nodding my head. He smirks and grabs my hand walking towards Tony up in the music area. As we walk, I noticed how wet Jeff as gotten me already just from giving me a hickey and feel hot from him not caring that we are around a bunch of students and teachers. As we get to Tony, Jeff whispers something in his ear. Tony laughs shaking his head and then reach into his pocket grabbing his keys. He hands him his keys, saying something back, earning a laugh from Jeff. As we walk towards the exit I look back at Tony smiling at us. 

“What did Tony say to you?” I ask as we walk outside.

“He said don’t stain his seats” he laughs. I flush from the embarrassment that Tony knows what we are about to do. We walk to his car, feeling the thick tension in the air around us. We clearly both can’t wait to rip each other clothes off and it’s exciting me. When Jeff unlocks the back door, he doesn’t even waste time. He pulls us in and locks the door behind us, starting back to kissing my neck.

“Since I say you in this dress, I wanted nothing than to rip it off of you” he says in his husky voice. I moan at his words and climb on top of him. 

“Not this one” I say smirking, “You already ripped my other dress.” He bites his lip to hold in his laugh.

“I said I was sorry baby.”

“I am too.”

“About wha-” before he can finish, I grab his shirt and pop all his buttons, revealing his hard abs in front of me. His mouth drops open as he looks at his now ripped shirt.

“Babe!” he yells as I smile innocently and start sucking his neck. He leans his head back and grab my waist. I’m glad I chose to wear a thin pair of thongs, feeling him get hard under me. He unzips my dress and I wiggle out of it, getting up to take it fully off. I am now only left in just my thong, now feeling conscious that someone could see me. We are parked behind the school away from other cars and houses, but I’m still nervous. He looks up and down at my exposed body and I can’t help but love the way he was looking at me. 

“Fuck, your so sexy y/n”. I pull his ripped shirt and jacket off of him and go back to kissing. He wraps his arms around my torso as he deepens the kiss, kissing me hungrily. I palm his member through our body, making him moan as he bucks his hips into my hand, wanting to feel more. I unzip his pants and pull them down to his ankles. He breaks our kiss, and wraps his lips around one of my breast, making me lean my head back against the head rest of the drivers seat. I hump against his hard member, making me even more wet against our friction. I moan at our movement as Jeff moves my hips faster against him.

“Fuck, babe your killing me” he grunts. I smirk at him as I pull his member from his boxers and pump him with my hands. He throws his head back and starts breathing hard. He starts to buck himself into my hand, moaning my name.

“Fuck y/n, that feels good”. I go faster, looking at him almost come undone with my fingers. As I continue, Jeff pulls my underwear to the side, rubbing his finger against my clit. As I speed my hand on his dick, Jeff starts to rub harder against my core. I throw my head back again, grinding my hips onto his fingers.

“Fuck Jeff!” I moan, biting my lip. Both of us are a moaning mess as we pick up our pace. A wave of heat rush to my core and I stop pumping him once I feel him twitch in my hand. 

“Baby, I can’t wait anymore” He kisses me, as he grabs a condom from the arm rest of Tony’s car. I stop kissing him to start laughing.

“Why does Tony have those in his car” I laugh, “Cause he’s not dumb” Jeff laughs back. He slides on the condom and positions himself at my entrance, waiting for me to go from there. I grab his member from under me and pull my underwear to the side, slowly sliding onto him, moaning at the feeling.

“Fuck” I moan, as I sit on him fully. I slowly start to circle around him, to get use to the feeling. He groans against me and starts to bounce me up and down. I move his hand away, shaking my head.

“I got this babe, relax.” He puts his hand up to surrender and puts his hand to his side. I put my arm around his neck and start to slowly ride him, teasing him. 

“Baby, please” he breaths out, with his eyes closed. I pull closer into him and pick up my pace, bouncing hard against him. He moans louder as I start pounding on him. 

“Fuck baby! I need to touch you” He goes to my legs and lightly lifts them as he lowers himself in the seat. He roughly starts thrusting into me as I wrap my legs around him. I try not to scream so no one can here, but fuck he’s making it hard.

“Jeff! my god!” I loudly moan, my arms wrapped around his neck. He picks up his pace, his nails digging into my thighs. 

“Babe, I-I’m abo-” I feel Jeff twitch inside of me as his thrust got sloppier. I start to feel myself tighten and I moan louder.

“Yes! babe, I can’t!” I yell. Jeff pounds into me full speed as we both ride out our high. I slide off of him as he pulls back up his boxers. Still latched onto him, I see how all the windows in the car is fogged up. Both panting, I lay my head on his shoulder, closing my eyes.

“I love you baby” he says, rubbing my back.

“I love you too” I say sleepily.

It seems like we have been laying here for hours before we hear a knock on the window.

“Shit!” I cursed as I jump off of Jeff, pulling my dress back on, trying to zipper it back up while Jeff laughs at me. He throws on his shirt and jacket, waits till my dress is back on, then rubs the fogged up window, seeing the back of Tony. 

“Are you guys clothes on?” he asks, still not looking at us. Jeff rolls the window down laughing. 

“Yes you big baby” he laughs.

“Good, cause I promised y/m/n that I will have her home safe and if she’s split on half, that’s not saf-”

“Ew okay Tony just get in the car!” I yell, not wanting to be embarrassed anymore. He laughs and gets in the drivers side, getting the keys back from Jeff. As he starts the car, he starts to loudly sniff. 

“Do you guys mind opening the windows, it smells like sex in her-”

“Oh my gosh Tony!” I yell, covering my face flushing. Jeff finds this all so hilarious, laughing his ass off at all of this. For the rest of the ride, Tony keeps looking in his mirror at us, trying to hold in his laugh. 

“So did you guys have fun tonight?”

“Yeah, but my favorite part was the ride” he says looking at my red face.

“It was really good” he smirks.

“Jeff!” I yell.

shit

fuck

guys, guess what

yesterday i uploaded both BATB soundtracks to my computer—the 1991 one and the 2017 one. which would all be fine except itunes got fucked up somehow and LOBBED THEM BOTH TOGETHER. so now i have dan stevens singing about his lonely tower and then 10 seconds later fuckin Vintage Jerry Orbach™ is singing like 30 years too late about his pudding flambe

and i know there’s some smart ass out there who’s gonna be like ‘how is this a problem??’ WELL LET ME TELL YOU IT IS A PROBLEM, BUDDY, MY GUY. because now i’ve got fuckin crack fic on the brain where the two BATB universes collide and meet their counterparts. and like listen:

  • 2017 beast is fucking MORTIFIED that 1991 beast CANNOT FUCKING READ like do you even lift, bro
  • 1991 lumiere is mildly impressed that 2017 lumiere has the strength of mind to be so loyal to plumette. he definitely ships plumiere
  • 1991 cogsworth is relieved there is no lumiere/cogsworth kiss in 2017 like there was in 1991. 2017 cogsworth is upset there is no lumiere/cogsworth kiss in 2017 when there was one in 1991
  • the two belles get along pretty well though 2017 Belle has Questions™ about why 1991 belle doesn’t do more
  • the two mrs. potts are besties
  • the gastons just fucking MAUL each other. ‘i’m the biggest!! no I’M the biggest!!’
  • they’re comparing chest hair
  • 2017 lefou can’t even give the time of day to 1991 lefou. #savage
  • 2017 plumette is fucking upset that 1991 babette got to keep, like….a human face. ‘and i’m over here as a fuckin PEACOCK like w t f,’
  • now all the servants are comparing the merits of ‘days in the sun’ vs. ‘human again’ and taking notes

send HELP

Q: “Are you tired or upset?”

GP: I’m always happy to be here, but as always you’ve guys have asked me about 10 questions and none have been about the game so…

Q: “Why do you think people jeer at you, because of politics or Madrid Criticism?”

GP:  “Why do you guys care so much? I don’t understand why you guys give this so much attention? Why don’t you talk a bit about football? Why?!

Q:”Because it’s news..:

GP: It’s news? It’s been a year an a half and you guys keep on asking me about this? Why is it still news, because you guys want it to be!

Q: “We want to know how you react”

GP: My reaction? You’ve asked me this for over a year now… every single time, and you think it’s important? YOU make it important”

Q: “The public jeers…”

GP: “No, no, you give this importance, the people weren’t jeering anymore after the Eurocup, but by you and everybody here in the media reporting on this, giving it importance, and making ridiculous polls questioning ‘Should Pique be jeered with the NT?’ you guys all make people jeer again… You seriously think this is about politics?? When have I ever positioned myself in favor of Catalan independence huh? No right? well then?

Q: “Again do you think this has to do with that or your criticism to Madrid?

GP: “I’ve responded 20 times, check your archive…”

shinee celebrates blingy j’s b-day

onew:

  • oh right it’s blingy’s birthday 
  • they should probably do something
  • blew all the air in the balloons and needed to lie down for a while bc he was lightheaded 
  • taemin keeps rubbing balloons into his hair while he’s resting saying “static electricity woooo~~~” 
  • “this is nice but remember when you guys forgot my birthday last year”
  •  grabs jong by the shoulders “enjoy youth while you can jonghyun *faraway look in his eye* times goes by so quickly” / jong: hyung we’re literally four months apart”) 
  • also his birthday punches hurt a lot wtf (there is also an option of birthday ddakbam but jong’s head might explode if he does that) 

key:

  • kicks jong out of the dorm before the party (“idc where you go you just can’t stay here” / jong: “kibum let me get DRESSED FIRST BEFORE YOU SHOVE ME OUT THE DOOR”) 
  • but tbh what surprises can you plan by now tho
  • he knows that jong knows that he knows that he knows, you know? 
  • blew out the candle before jong could heh heh `ㅂ´ and does it again after jong demanded a redo (jong: omg who DOES that) 
  • jong: where’s my gift?? / key: my presence is your present / jong: ok / key: it’s a lot punnier in english ok 

minho:

  • keeps kicking around the balloons like soccer balls 
  • made taemin sit on the ground with his arms up so he could use them as a goal but keeps kicking them square in his face and not through his arms
  • why is he always on candle duty 
  • the name flaming charisma was never meant to be taken literally!!!!!
  • he found this 5 candle (jong: why is it a five / minho: bc……….. there’s five of us……… and taemin help / taemin: you’re five. call me hyung) 
  • *grabs jonghyun’s neck and slams his head into the cake* (onew: oh *puts down his fork*) 

taemin:

  • forgot to pick up the cake 
  • key is going to kill him
  • he begged him for an important job this year instead of his usual one of just making sure that he does NOT send party details to the 5hinee group chat 
  • may or may not have forgotten to even order a cake at all 
  • runs to the bakery (”hi yes i am shinee’s taemin pls if you love shinee sos i will do ring ding dong rn for your cooperation”) 
  • haha score, got the cake in your FACE key hyung 
  • @ jong “omg you’re so old” 6v6

jonghyun:

  • honestly cannot tell if this day is about celebrating or punishing him 
  • jk he loves his members 

ot5: 

  • jong: “i knew that you guys were doing this”
  • key: “yeah it’s almost like we’ve been doing this 5 times a year for the past 10 years” 
  • jong: “yeah that too but also taemin ran past me holding a cake box and screaming don’t look at me like 20 mins ago”
  • taemin: *fingerguns at jong* discretion is not my forte

Day 1: My room turned into a ocean. I swear I found fishes and sharks swarming into my lungs. Or maybe that was the remains of you trying not to escape but desperately needing to
Day 2: You weren’t at school today and I should’ve been happy, I was more sad
Day 3: I thought I was ready to move on, then I saw you with her.
Day 4: We haven’t spoken in days now. My mind thinks its being shoved off a cliff.
Day 5: I wish it would just hit the bottom
Day 6: This will be the first weekend we dont hang out. I know you’ll be seeing her and I know youll be smiling without me. I’m trying hard to learn how to too
Day 7: I asked you for help on a history assignment and you replied with “Ask Amber im busy”. I texted back: “Tell Emma I said hi”
Day 8: You posted a video with her on the only social media site you have. When I saw it I erupted. I spewed lava every where, oh god its every where
Day 9: My mom made me sleep next to her on the couch. She was afraid I would try and do something like I did two years ago when another guy tore up my heart. I actually had thought about it
Day 10: I slept in your sweatshirt one last time so i can feel myself engulfed in you. I know you wanted them back so I had to feel you and smell you one last time.
Day 11: I gave you all of your stuff back and you thought I looked like a warrior but really I went home and tried getting you out of my bloodstream
Day 12: when will my eyes stop flowing?
Day 13: I snuck out with a boy and smoked weed on his couch. He talked about love and how much it hurt. I only pictured you.
Day 14: I woke up next to that same boy and I woke up screaming. The boy was worried and confused but I knew why I screamed. I imagined you laying with another girl on your couch. I ran out of his house so fast you’d think Id be better at running from you.
Day 15: Its spring break and im with my best friend and your with her and i swear i can feel you tracing her spine the way you used to trace mine
Day 16: I ignored your birthday and it felt worse than the puking i did that night
Day 17: Im treading icy water while you’re swimming away from me, I guess I just hope you’ll loop around and find your way back to the shattered, but still there, us
Day 18: I don’t remember the sound of your voice I don’t remember the color of your eyes I don’t remember your the taste of your lips
Day19: No amount of screaming gets your name out of my head
Day 20: I got on a plane today and when we took off I swear i almost walked to the door and started flying
Day 21: They say it takes 21 days fo break a habit but I think I just manage to fall more in love with a greedy monster
Day 22: I saw you today and wished you a happy late birthday and promised we’d watch the third Hobbit together. I’m beginning to hate myself more
Day 23: Its the end of the month maybe next month won’t be filled with thoughts of you and killing myself. i think im beginning to be over you
Day 24: april fools
Day 25: i think i understand now. when you first told me you loved me your mouth curled up on the edges, two days before you left when i gave my bare self to you your mouth was a straight line when saying i love you
Day 26: if you’re trying to kill me its working
Day 27: i woke up this morning to my blankets and pillows piled in a corner in my room. its something s ghost would do to make his presence known. im haunting myself. or maybe its the ghost of us tsking over my body
Day 28: its almost been a month since you told me it was never me. i almost texted you happy easter but i saw those text messages and just got angry
Day 29: I hate that you act like you didnt break my heart. i hate that you think im fine that im not writing a shit poem sbout your shit personality
Day 30: thirty days since you’ve wanted me. thirty days since i told you i love you. thirty days since you’ve slipped from my fingers. i tried catching you. you’ve been gone far too long. thirty days is too long
Day 31: i had a nightmare last night about you. you told me you loved me and kissed my forehead. i woke up breathing heavily and shaking. i want you out of my life
Day 32: running on no sleep isn’t fun
Day 33: ive been awake for over 50 hours in fear that ill see you in my dreams again. i cant risk that. it hurts so much. get out of my head
Day 34: my mother told me that love will do this. that its cruel and torturous and breaks you into such little pieces not even yourself can pick up all the pieces. you know where they all are, please come back and pick them up
Day 35: i talked to another guy last night we stayed up late and he asked me questions about you. we were sober so it wasn’t easy spitting up vowels and similies and euphemisms explaining the empty feeling in my chest after you left
Day 36: fuck if i stopped seeing you everyday i swear id be over you.
Day 37: my knee didnt touch your leg like it used it i promise i didnt do that fuck
Day 38: you told me that the wrinkles on my leg bothered you when i sat down. thats not what you said when we were trying not to get caught in the back of your car
Day 39: you told me you’d take me to prom and in two days itll just be another day you promised to spend with me. its funny how our plans turned to dust in a matter of seconds after cleaning
Day 40: the thunderstorm of us was inside of you and maybe that why it felt so close. i keep counting the seconds between the boom and light hoping you arent moving away buy i fear that you are already letting others feel your storm. the plants you grew are dying. maybe you should come back to water them
Day 41: ten days since its been a month since you left. i cried at prom because all i could look for in the crowd was you.
Day 42: i got so drunk all i could see was your face. the guy i fucked kept telling me his name wasn’t yours. i just screamed and cried because you’re all i still think about despite your efforts to continue to push me away
Day 43: i should be getting high today but if i do ill just write more and think more about a guy who will never care
Day 44: i think im trying to gain feelings for someone else because it’ll make moving on from you easier. im afraid to write that it hasnt
Day 45: you traces my leg like you used to. it was like dandelion tea. it made my insides fill with happiness. you’re my yellow paint.
Day 46: Van Gogh used to eat yellow paint because he thought it would put happiness inside him. He would consume it everyday in the hopes that it would bring his sadness to rest despite the fact that it could kill him first. i gues you were my yellow paint emphasis on the were. see im not going to write about you anymore, because when i write you down im under the impression that you’ll stay with the words but you don’t. this is the last sentence I’ll ever write about you

Kyoong Day Ending Thoughts (*translation)

BH: Usually I sing during parties but this time I wanted to talk more because I wanted us to be like good friends

BH: (Thanks everyone) 

BH: I know tickets were difficult but I hope EXO-L’s can always be happy. I saw this all the time and I’ll continue to say it (?) I hope you guys are always happy.

BH: I don’t just perform for me, I do it for people I care about as well. I can’t always see you guys but I know you’re supporting me. You all sat next to strangers but we all felt something special today.

BH: For our comeback, we have to do something fresh since we’ve debuted for 5 years. Soon it’ll be 10 then 15 years…

BH: EXO-L is a formal name so I wanted to call you guys Aeri’s. Let’s talk casually like we’re friends as well!

BH: Ah my throat hurts a bit now but I’ll be ok ;~) We don’t do this often! From now on… (sings lucky one chorus) We’ll do so much more with you guys! More fansigns and bingo and good days like this!

BH and fans: Just wait a little (Music bank goodbye reference) 

BH: make sure to wear your masks (pollution in korea) 

BH: Let’s love like this forever! Let’s take a photo! Are you ready? Should we do an L pose? Okay! L! Let’s say Cheese! 1, 2, 3! 

(flashlight by jessie j starts playing in the VCR and it’s supposed to be emotional but i think something funny popped up lol)

EDIT: BAEKHYUN did adorable aegyo 

BH: I search up your fanmade videos a lot and I feel like we’re closer because of them***

Fans: Eh….

BH: Do you love me?

Fans: Yes!

BH: Say it again! Me too

Fans: Yes!

BH: My power is light but tbh it’s the other way around (?) your lighsticks always brighten up the dark arenas. Please be our light forever and allow us to shine in the dark!

Kyoong Day 170504

***yall be careful bbh is watching

Unlike Him: Part 2

After realizing something went wrong when Jughead and you were together, you realize that you might be pregnant. So with the help of Betty and Veronica, you are going to figure it out. 

Part 1

Part 3

Sorry it’s kind of a cliff hanger but I plan on making a part 3!

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            I ran straight into the girls’ locker room, thankfully finding total solitude in there. I leaned over the sink looking at myself in the mirror. I felt like I could throw up. My grip began tightening around the edge of the sink, turning my knuckles white, as I thought about how stupid I was to not make sure he was wearing a condom. If I was pregnant, this could potentially ruin both our lives. We would never get out of this godforsaken town. Of course I still loved Jughead, so my mind drifted to how he would never be able to become a writer like he wanted, because he will have to help take care of the baby. Wait- what if… what if he runs off. I could not blame him. I was the one who instigated what happened that night. I loved him, so I wanted him to be happy, and there was no way he would be happy stuck in Riverdale for the rest of his life with a child he doesn’t want and a career he doesn’t want, all because of a woman he clearly doesn’t want.

        Suddenly my thoughts were interrupted by the door to the locker room slamming open. I realized I was crying and quickly wiped off my tears before turning around to thankfully see Betty and Veronica. I didn’t know what I would do without them. They noticed my tears and both gave me a hug.

       “Is it what we think it is?” questioned Betty.

      I shook my head yes. I felt like I couldn’t talk, like I could barely think.

       “You still need to take a test right?” Veronica asked making sure. “Hey it could be negative for all you know,” she continued trying to lighten the mood.

       Betty could sense that it still did not make me feel better and she was right. I had to know, until I did nothing would help.

       “Why don’t I run to the store and buy them and Ronnie can wait here with you,” Betty said seemingly knowing just what I needed.

        “Okay,” I finally spoke up quietly.

       With that Betty was out the door. Veronica noticed I started crying again, so she pulled me over to a bench. We both sat down, her holding me, while I let out my tears.

       “You know, whatever happens Betty and I will be here for you,” she soothed.

        Truthfully I already knew that. Class will be starting in and few minutes and Betty willingly is going to miss it. If she did that for me I knew there was nothing she would not do. As for Veronica she was like a rock. She wouldn’t care what anyone would say about me, she would still stick with me through it. But the problem was not that. It was the men in my life. Namely Jughead, Archie, and my dad. Jughead did not even want me, why would he want our child. He would never forgive me. As for Archie, well he would probably kill Jughead over it, or at least try to, being the overprotective brother he was. Then he would proceed to yell at my for the neck 50 years of my life. And my dad, well all he wanted was the best for Archie and me. This was clearly not the best, and not part of my life plan for at least another 10 years. I was his little girl; he always believed in me and trusted me to know what to do. I was going to break his heart and he would never forgive me either.

      “I know you guys will be. You two are my best friends,” I voiced my thoughts to Veronica. “The problem is Jughead, Archie, and my dad. They will never forgive me”.

      Veronica sighed, she knew it would be hard to get them to accept it, but they all loved her, even Jughead did, despite what he told her.

      “They all love and care about you; they just want what’s best for you. And this was not what they had in mind. But since they care for you they will eventually move and get over it. They won’t be mad at you forever,” Veronica finished, noticing that her words made my crying die down a little.

      We stayed like, Veronica hugging me on the bench, until Betty came back.

      Barging through the door she begins to speak, “I didn’t know which ones were best so I got multiple ones”.

       As she dumped them on the counter I laughed. As little kids I don’t think Betty or I ever pictured that we would be doing this first semester of our sophomore year of high school.

      I ran and hugged her saying, “Thank you Betty. I’m going to go use these. Wait here for me”.

     They nodded as I grabbed the tests and ran off to the bathroom stalls that were situated off to the side of the girls’ locker room.

     After I was done I made my way out of the stalls and place the tests on the counter. Betty proceeded to set a timer on her phone. We all went to sit on the bench while we waited.

     When the timer went off I could not make myself move to go check. Veronica looked at me and realized I had no intention of getting up. So instead she went to check.

     After looking at them, she turned to me, with a straight face, and asked, “Are you ready to know?”

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Genre: Fluff / Humor (??) / Romance / Very slight smut 

Word Count: 5,065

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Request: Can you do a fic of having Jungkook (my bias oh muh gosh) as your neighbor and you having to stay at his house while your parents are away??

“We’ll be gone for awhile and I think it would be best if you stayed with Jungkook while we’re gone! You guys are the same age, he’s only a couple months older. I think it would be really nice.”

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A/n: This is really long omg w o w. I hope this is what you wanted ^-^. Thank you for the request ❗️😊♥️ I’ve actually always wanted to make a fic like this lol. jungkook feels are too real. I did sort of a new style of writing (?) kind of, idk, you guys can tell me if you like it. sorry about the ending lol. sorry not sorry for thAT SINFUL GIF.  

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HERE’S A PREVIEW of part 1 of a comic that I’m hoping I’ll finish to post this coming Saturday, June 10 at 8PM EST.

You guys have been amazing and I’m super happy you all like the OC kids and want to know how they grow up, but bear with me as we rewind a bit, ‘cause I kinda also want to tell the story of how their parents got together in the first place, yeah? :’D

So yes this will be the first comic in this AU that is explicitly actually about ABO *GASP* Set during the year following “canon” YOI, it’ll be about Yurio presenting, dealing with that (poor baby it’ll be rough), exploring A/B/O+ through his eyes, and also the growing relationships between all the characters. Nothing sexual or romantic involving any of the characters (yet), but poor Yurio has quite a few vivid misunderstandings based on what little he knows about A/B/O+ through gross exaggerations in the media he’s seen. It will have quite a few YuriYuu-centric scenes, but Yurio himself is completely in denial of any romantic feelings and Yuuri is clueless and Victor’s pondering what he should do about this all…

But I mean, y’all know the endgame for this soooo *coughs*

This first comic will have 2 parts, the first part coming up this weekend, the second part hopefully next. I am planning for this to be an entire arc with several follow-up comics as well. I’ll inevitably bounce around back to the kids and other charas in the meanwhile though ^ ^;

ALSO, a HUGE world-building headcanons text post coming tomorrow night, it’s 7K words and still growing… It doesn’t mention this fandom or any characters explicitly, but is meant to provide more information on how ABO+ works in this AU including evolutionary bg, biology, social constructs, discrimination, etc., a lot of topics that usually aren’t explicitly addressed in ABO AUs. And I uh. Tried to be thorough, hence the length >.>;;; I do hope to cover a lot of these topics within story contexts for this AU, but I do like me my world-building, so for those of you who enjoy that ^ ^; I uh, tried to not make it sound too too academic LOL

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IF YOU ARE NEW TO THIS AU: It’s Yuuri-centric polyamory in an ABO setting, Yuuri’s married to four mates (Victor, Yurio, Phichit, Minami) and they have OC kids.

BASICS of this AU

INTRO to how ABO works in this AU

OTHER POSTS (comics + illustrations) in the Future!Verse ABO section of my YOI Masterpost.

ANNOUNCEMENT - thebrotherswinchester on AO3

Hello everyone!

This is really long. Sorry about that. But I hope you read all of it.

Basically, I have some news.

It’s very good news.

I have written a book, and that book is going to be published.

I am super excited about this. I can’t tell you anything about the story yet—it’s hush hush for now—but it’s a story I really believe in, and it’s only the first step in what I hope will be a very long career of writing books.

HOWEVER.

I am going to be published. My name is gonna be out there in the Real World. And my fandom accounts—my Tumblr, my AO3—have been around long enough that they’re kind of inextricably linked to my actual real life name.

I don’t actually mind that. Like I said, it’s inextricable. I’m not ashamed of my fandom life, especially because writing fic is the single best thing I have ever done for myself As A Writer. Fic has helped me improve more than college ever did. And beyond that: all your feedback, and all your incredibly kind comments, has helped me as a person. I don’t know where I would be right now if I hadn’t spent my teenage years writing fic. I would be a worse writer, that’s for sure. And there have been plenty of times when reading over your comments was the only thing that made me actually open up a new doc and start typing.

That said, I do want to enter the world of publishing and “professional” writing with a clean slate.

So in about 24 hours (May 19, 12:00AM EST) I will be taking down my all my fics and then deleting my AO3 account.

I’m really sad about this, guys. Again: I cannot put into words how much YOUR words have encouraged me over the years. I have read all your comments (all of them twice, some 10+ times). I appreciate every single comment I have ever gotten. Your excitement, your emotions, your passion for the characters we both love—it keeps me writing. It’s why I want to write books.

I’m going to lose your comments. I am really, really sad about that.

But I don’t want you to lose my work. You’ve told me that it makes you happy, and that makes me happy. So heck it—I’m taking it off the internet, but the reason I’m waiting a day is because I want to give you a chance to keep it.

So: if you want to download my work (and you haven’t already), now is the time. Download away, y’all. Put it on your Kindle, print it out, take screenshots, whatever you want. It’s yours.

There will still be podfics and translations up—I’m not asking anyone else to delete their hard work. Just the originals will be gone. (My Tumblr is staying up for now, though I might end up deleting that too.)

If you want to contact me—or hear updates about my Book Thing—feel free to follow me on Twitter.

So…that’s it. All that’s left to say is: thank you. Thank you so, so, so much. For your comments, for your kudos, for your endless support. Thank you to the people who have read and commented on everything I’ve ever posted; thank you for the silent kudos-ers; thank you to the lurkers. Every single one of you made me a better writer. Thank you.

Much love.

You know the shittest thing about dermatillomania / excoriation disorder.
There’s no fucking awareness whatsoever.
That’s why I’m here.
I’ve had this shit for over ten years and have always had clearly visible scabs and sores all over my face from skin picking.
I’ve seen countless doctors over the years for my ‘acne’ and not fucking once was i ever asked if i picked or had urges to pick my skin.
I mean by looking at me it would be pretty fucking obvious that somethings up.
But no, it took me 10 years to figure this shit out on my own accord.

Kids, guys, people, please … if you pick your skin more than you think you should and or have urges that you can’t control… Don’t be ashamed. This is a real thing.
Talk to your doctor. Don’t go through this alone. Because we are not alone.

7 Years - BadBoy! Jeon Jungkook X Reader - Part 10.1

Well, this was meant to be a mini part but it turned out longer than all of the other main parts… The first mini part to the date mini series (can I even call it that?) Hope this lived up to your expectations guys because it killed me to write this without it becoming too predictable.

Leave me your thoughts on how you felt about this, okay?

Thanks for reading, I love you guys so much!

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7  Part 8  Part 9  Part 10.1 - Here  Part 10.2  Part 10.3  Part 11  Part 12


It was a random Wednesday morning in school when Jungkook approached you, his cheeks tinted a light pink. He had called you into school early, obviously wanting to speak with you before the rest of your classmates arrived. He was currently sitting in his usual position in front of your desk and instead of getting straight to the point, he stared at you in contemplation.

“Jungkook, the end of the day is going to come if you don’t stop stalling.” His eyebrows furrowed and he let his eyes drift to the side, avoiding looking directly at you.

“I… do you want to… you know, go out?” You couldn’t stop the giggle that escaped you. His shy side was reemerging.

“Are you attempting to ask me out on a date?” Embarrassment was evident on his face and he switched his attention back to you.

“Attempting? That was harsh. If you think it’s so easy, you try asking me out on a date.”

Smirking at him, you held his gaze with confidence.

“Do you want to go on a date?” Jungkook’s eyes widened at that, and his mouth fell open the tiniest bit, displaying to you how shocked he really was. The faint pink that was spread on his cheeks grew to a darker shade and you couldn’t help but pinch them.

“Awww, Kookie'e shy side is still there. How I missed this.” He slapped your hand away and scratched his cheek.

“Stop that bullshit otherwise I’m not going out with you.”

It was your turn to widen your eyes in shock. You grabbed his large hand in your smaller ones and pouted at him.

“I’m sorry! You know I’m just teasing you.” He shot you a crooked grin and affectionately patted your cheek, mumbling under his breath.

“Cute…”

“What was that?” Tilting your head to the side, you stared at him with questioning eyes. He merely stood from his seat, getting ready to return to his desk.

“Nothing important.” Nodding your head slowly, you watched as he shuffled to the other side of the class room. Students began to file into the classroom and you prepared yourself for the day ahead, checking over your homework.

Your phone buzzed, alerting you that you had received a new message.

‘I’ll tell you the details on our way home today.’

Snapping your head in Jungkook’s direction, he gave you a quick nod to which you replied with a thumbs up, anticipation building up inside if you.

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When you and Jungkook had parted ways with Areum, he began to vaguely explain what he had in mind for you first date.

“I kind of want to keep it simple. I know you like that kind of stuff too. So how about this Saturday we go to that bowling alley place? You know, the one with the arcade too.”

Mulling it over, you soon nodded your approval.

“Okay, sounds fun. Oh, but don’t try and do the whole 'winning a bear for me’ thing.”

Jungkook simply chuckled, amused at your dislike for cliche couple dates.

“Noted.”

Arriving in front of your house, Jungkook offered you a peck on the cheek and bid you a good night. Instead of doing the same, you opted to placing a kiss on his lips. He didn’t seem all to surprised as he smirked in satisfaction before ushering you inside. Waving to him, you entered your house only to be greeted with your mothers delighted grin.

It seemed like your mother would never get over this.

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When Saturday arrived, you awoke to a few messages from Jungkook, telling you to be ready for 1pm. It was currently 10am which gave you plenty of time to get ready so you took a long shower to try and tried to calm your nerves. Surprisingly, it worked out better than you expected. Deciding to keep your outfit plain and simple, you pulled on a black denim skirt and tucked in a long sleeved oversized grey T-shirt. After giving your outfit a once over, you headed downstairs. According to your phones time, you had successfully killed an hour and a half. Intent on having breakfast, you grabbed a bowl and a box of cereal whilst greeting your mother.

“Why are you all dressed up? Are you going out?” She observed you for a couple of seconds before returning her attention back to her phone.

“Yep, with Jungkook.” At that, her head snapped back up and her eyes widened, a grin slowly spreading across her face.

“Really? It’s your first date right?” Your mother was expressing more enthusiasm than you were. Watching her with caution, you poured cereal into your bow of milk. At her expectant gaze, you gave a curt nod and she let out a light squeal.

“You really are growing up! My daughter and Jungkook’s first date! Tell him I said hello, will you?” Eating your breakfast in silence, you tuned out your mothers rambling. It was better this way.

When you had finished eating and getting ready, you bid your mother and sister a farewell. You had decided to spend the rest of your time walking to your meeting place, the nearby park. You had arrived early only to find Jungkook already sitting down on a swing, staring at his phone. Taking in his form, you mentally praised his choice of clothing. He was wearing a long plain white t-shirt coupled with an oversized green bomber jacket and black skinny jeans. Surprisingly, he wasn’t wearing his usual Timbaland boots and instead had a pair of black Dr. Martins on.

When he noticed someone approaching him, he glanced up and upon realising said person was you, a smile spread on his lips and he stood. When you reached him, he wrapped his arms around you in a quick embrace and placed a kiss upon your head. Your arms snaked their way around Jungkook as you eagerly returned his embrace. After a couple of seconds, you stepped back from him and his smile broadened.

“Hey, you’re here early.” You let a chuckle escape you and grabbed his hand, walking in the direction of the parks exit.

“I’m early? You looked like you’d been waiting since yesterday night. Didn’t know you were that desperate to see me.”

You felt his fingers flick your forehead and you winced in slight pain before laughing again.

“Me? Desperate? You’re really full of yourself today, flaunting your legs and all.”

Giving his arm a light slap, you glared at him with as much seriousness as you could muster only to have him chuckle at your mock anger.

“You’re really asking to be beaten up right now.”

“I’m kidding, I like it. You look really pretty today. And yes, you do look pretty all the time.”

You could only blink up at him as he had answered your question before it had even left your mouth. Instead of coming up with a smart reply, you stared ahead. You had managed to spend the majority of your walk having pointless banter and soon found yourself standing outside your destination.

Not wanting to waste anymore time, you tugged Jungkook inside and looked around the arcade. He let go of your hand to run his own through his hair, deciding on what to do first. Spotting a boxer machine, he tapped your shoulder and motioned in the direction with his head.

“Watch this.” Coming to the conclusion that Jungkook seemed to want to impress you, you followed behind him. He popped a coin into the machine and you watched as the punching bag came down.

“You see that high score? I set that the last time I came here with Yoongi Hyung.” You must have seemed stunned since Jungkook sniggered at your expression.

“Yoongi isn’t as lazy as you think he is, he does leave the house. He’s one of the most hardworking people out of the seven of us. Most of the time he’s composing new music or studying for school.” As if he read your mind, once again he answered your unasked question. The machine let out a sound to alert you that the game had started and you observed how Jungkook prepared himself. He took a few steps back and put both of his hands together. A couple of seconds later, he threw himself forward putting all his power into this hands and you could only gape at the force the bag had been hit with. He stood back, a smirk of satisfaction on his face as he watched his score increase.

“New record!”

He placed both his hands on his hips and whirled his head in your direction, grinning.

“Hyungs call me the golden maknae because I’m good at pretty much everything I do.” Whoever fed his ego really needed to stop. Scoffing, you rolled your sleeves up and inserted another coin into the machine.

“Oh yeah? Let me try.” Once again, the bag was lowered and you mimicked Jungkook’s previous stance. Placing as much power as you could into you arms, you swung down on the bag, shocked at how fast it went back up. You stood in anticipation, watching the glowing numbers grow. When they came to a stop, your jaw dropped and you heard Jungkook let out a strangled noise of surprise.

“New record!”

You didn’t actually expect to surpass his high score. He stepped forward and stood beside you, dumbfounded. Shaking his head, he shoved a hand deep into this jacket pocket, pulling out another coin.

“It must be broken or something.”

“What? You think just because I’m your girlfriend, I can’t have a higher score than you?” He placed his hand on your shoulder, gazing at you with serious eyes.

“That’s exactly it.”

He readied himself and swung once again, setting a new high score. He turned to you, a pleased smile on his face and brushed off his clothes.

“Now we can go to another game.” However, your competitive side emerged and you put another coin in, readying yourself for the next round.

“What are you doing?” His eyebrows were furrowed in mild confusion and you proceeded to clench your hands together.

“What does it look like? Passing your high score.”

When your hand came into contact with the bag, it flew straight up and you eyed the score being displayed.

“New record!”

You let a sweet smile spread over your face and patted Jungkook’s head.

“Let’s go now.”

Walking away from the machine, you glanced around the arcade.

“Where should we go next? The dance machine?”

“New record!”

Whipping back around, you watched Jungkook approach you with a smug smile.

“Heck no.”

You struck the bag.

“New record!”

Jungkook slammed his hands into it.

“New record!”

You pummelled with a newfound strength.

“New record!”

He right hooked it.

“New record!”

“Here I go!”

With your last bit of strength, you pounded the bag. You watched with longing eyes, as your score rose until it suddenly stopped.

“Is that all you got? Try again!” Slumping down, you massaged your hands in hopes of soothing the raw skin of your knuckles.

“No… it can’t end like this!” You felt Jungkook lift you up by your arms.

“Come on princess, let’s play something else. You’re dating the golden maknae so you shouldn’t have expected anything less.” Allowing him to drag you away, you glared at the boxer machine.

Soon you found yourself standing in front of a dance machine.  Hopefully you would do better than Jungkook on this. You had to.

You both put a coin in each and stood on your respective sides.

“You can pick the song, Y/N.”

Yes! You would have an advantage over him. You quickly selected 'I Got A Boy’ by SNSD and placed your hands on the bar behind you.

“Ready?” Giving him a quick glance, you immediately snapped your head back when you had realised he had smirked at you.

“What’s with the sm- shit!” You hadn’t realised the song had started and you made a quick recovery. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice Jungkook’s feet were moving as smoothly as yours were.

He ended up doing better than you had expected. In all six songs you had chosen.

This resulted in him beating you once again.

“You threw me off!” You pointed at him in accusation to which he simply shrugged his shoulders.

“You just couldn’t stop staring at me. Not my fault.”

You sulked as you moved onto the next game. A multiplayer shooter.

Ten minutes later, Jungkook arose as the victor. Again. You lightly smacked him on his shoulder and he chuckled, placing a kiss on your cheek.

Sitting down to play a racing game, you had already accepted your fate. You couldn’t deny that you were enjoying yourself albeit you were frustrated too. You just couldn’t seem to beat him. At anything.

As you had predicted, you lost to Jungkook for what seemed like the hundredth time this afternoon.

“Let’s go bowling!”

Following close behind, you fixed your outfit.

“Sure, whatever.”

Paying for your bowling game, you slipped on the shoes they had provided you with and typed your name into the system, Jungkook doing the same. Grabbing a white and black marble ball, you positioned yourself and aimed for the pins. Pulling your arm back and swinging forward you released the ball, hope building up in the pit of your stomach. When the ball connected with the middle pin, you gaped as it then took down the surrounding pins landing you with a strike.

“A strike! I got a strike!” You threw your arms up and hopped up and down, cheering. Jungkook just shook his head in amusement.

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, I’m still the golden maknae.”

“I’m going to make you eat your words, Jungkook!” The pure determination made him raise an eyebrow before he grabbed his own ball and rolled it onto the lane. He too made a clean strike.

You ignored the smug grin on his face and made your move. Another strike.

The game continued with a couple of strikes and spares which resulted in Jungkook taking the lead. You could still win this. He had already played his last move and stood behind you, arms crossed, a complacent look on his face. He seemed absolutely sure you would mess this last move up.

Rolling the ball with as much precision as you could, you watched in horror as it took a sudden detour and landed right in the gutters of the alley. That’s it. You had fucked up.
Spinning on your heel, you scowled at Jungkook and walked in his direction, picking up your bag.

“Where are you going? You still have one more move.” Snapping your head back to the lane, you realised that you did in fact have one more chance. Dropping your bag, you trudged to the bowling balls and picked up the same one you had been using all night. Throwing the ball forward, you could only observe how it knocked all the pins down, earning you a spare. Eyes widening drastically, you studied the score board only to find you had beaten Jungkook by a couple of points.

“I won! I won!” Sprinting to Jungkook, you threw your arms around his neck and connected your lips with his in an overjoyed kiss which he eagerly returned with just as much emotion. Releasing him moments later, you grinned up at him in pride.

“I was beginning to think you weren’t enjoying yourself. Clearly I was wrong.” Your smile grew and you shook your head.

“I was never not having fun. It’s just my competitive side.” He seemed relieved to hear that and you found yourself feeling guilty for ever making him believe you were not having fun.

“Well, you may have won this time but I’m still the golden maknae.”

“For now.”

“Yeah, for n- wait! What do you mean for now?”

Your answer was a light peck on his cheek which effectively stopped his questions.

“I’m glad we went out, Jungkook.”

He ruffled your hair in response and smiled down at you.

“Don’t worry we’ll have another date soon enough but right now I’m hungry. You’re going to cook for me, right?”

“Am I your slave?”

“No, but you do have to prepare yourself for your future as my wife.”

A crimson blush is what he was rewarded with.

“Shut up.”


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ok, so i just heard that the new dw girl bill potts is gay.
are you fuckin kidding me.
im actually furious over this, Steven moffatt you have absoloutely no right to do this to such a prestigious show as doctor who.
first off, I’m not mad at the fact she’s gay, I’m bi myself, and I fuckin love jack and ianto, this isn’t about that.
And it’s not about the fact that she’s black either, god, white, black, blue, idc.
no, the problem is,
YOU TOOK, ROSE TYLER, COPIED EVERY ASPECT OF HER, RUIENED HER, AND DRAGGED HER THROUGH THE FUCKIN DIRT.
you wanna take rose, transplant her personality into a copy cats body, but OH HEY GUYS ITS OK SHES GAY.
ARE YOU FUCKIN KIDDING ME.
YOU THINK YOU CAN QUEER BAIT US AND EVERYTHING IS FINE ?!
what about the fans who have been there from the VERY beginning, what about the fans who have been there since the second begining. WE FELL IN LOVE WITH ROSE & 10 and you are taking her, just copying her, repeating her like she didn’t mean shit.
SHE IS ONE OF THE MOST BELOVED CHARACTERS IN 50 YEARS OF THIS SHOW AND FANDOM, AND YOU JUST WANNA RE WRITE HER BECAUSE QUEER BAIT GETS LGBT VIEWS ?! SERIOUSLY ?!
“BUT ITS OK, BILLS GAY”
And like I said, this isn’t an attack on anyone bar Steven moffatt.
YOU WANNA MAKE A GAY CHARACTER, GO MAKE ANOTHER ONE, ANY OTHER ONE, YOU DONT RE - FUCKIN - WRITE HISTORY THAT THIS FANDOM CONSIDERS SACRED.
Steven has no fuckin right to do this to someone as important as rose tyler, let’s flip it, imagine if he did this to jack harkness, but made him straight and destroyed every flirty quirky part of his personality. “BUT HAY ITS OK HES STRAIGHT”
WAT
and i know im not the only one feeling this.
someone take this legacy the fuck off him.

STOP TRYING TO TURN DOCTOR WHO INTO AN AMERICAN BRAND FFS

rose would be turning in her grave.

Got7 Reaction To Their Girlfriend Being 10 Years Younger Than Them

Requested by anonymous :)

**Disclaimer: In the reaction the idols are older so that their s/o is an adult.I truly believe that when two people love each other age is nothing more than just a number as long as both individuals are of LEGAL AGE.**


Mark: *doesn’t care in the slightest* “Babe..I don’t care if you’re 10 years younger than me and I never will..I fell for you as a whole and your age just makes you even cuter to me”

Jackson: *surprised* “How..You’re joking right??You’re more mature than me..This can’t be true..” *doesn’t believe you*

Jaebum: “How old are you?! Wow..I feel old..”

Jinyoung: *eomma mode on* *will literally be overprotective and freak out over the smaller things* “Jagi! Please be careful!! That’s dangerous!”

Youngjae: *finds your age adorable* “Awww Jagi you’re so cute!!”

Bambam: *teases you about it constantly* “Hey! We’re doing what I say! I’m older!”

Yugyeom: *you tell him you’re 10 years younger than him* “And I like barbeque sauce on my chicken- oh sorry..I thought we were both stating stuff that don’t matter..”


~I hope you guys like it❤ -Admin Vanillakookie🍪

anonymous asked:

How is the ereri fandom doing? we dying or...?

Well, like I said before, from what I’m seeing we’re pretty much dead (tragic). It feels like a deserted canyon with only like.. 10 ereri shippers left alive. Actually, I feel like that guy from Titanic whose in the little boat shouting “is anyone alive out there!? Can anyone hear me!?” lol. 

But you know.. There’s nothing new to look forward to in the anime or manga. The 2nd season is about to end and Eren and Levi made eye-contact ONE fucking time in this season, they barely even said a word to each other. As for the manga, they haven’t made eye-contact or communicated in 90000+ years. So.. It’s looking pretty depressing for us. The only thing we’re actually getting is all the new ereri official art and merchandise (thank god). 

So right now, I’m trying to be as patient as possible (even tho I’m not), waiting for the ereri fandom to rise again one day. I feel that our time will come soon, (when the uprising arc gets animated 500 years later). For example, I am dying to see chapter 66 animated one day.. That’ll be the day..  

I know it’s painful, I’m hurting a lot cuz waiting for an ereri moment is like waiting for the next super moon to happen. :’’’) 

27 Inspirational Ron Swanson-isms That Will Help You Lead A Healthy And Fulfilling Life


1. “There has never been a sadness that can’t been cured by breakfast food.”

2. “Never half ass two things. Whole ass one thing.”

3. “When people get too chummy with me, I like to call them by the wrong name to let them know, I don’t really care about them.”

4. “I like saying ‘no.’ It lowers their enthusiasm.”

5. “Birthdays were invented by Hallmark to sell cards.”

6. “Son, there is no wrong way to consume alcohol.”

7. “The less I know about other people’s affairs, the happier I am. I’m not interested in caring about people. I once worked with a guy for three years and never learned his name. Best friend I ever had. We still never talk sometimes.”

8. “If any of you need anything at all, too bad. Deal with your problems yourselves, like adults.”

9. “I also think it’s pointless for a human to paint scenes of nature when they can go outside and stand in it.”

10. “Fishing relaxes me. It’s like yoga, except I still get to kill something.”

11. “Normally, if given the choice between doing something and nothing, I’d choose to do nothing. But I will do something if it helps someone else do nothing. I’d work all night, if it meant nothing got done.”

12. “Keep your tears in your eyes where they belong.”

13. “If there were more food and fewer people, this would be a perfect party.”

14. “On my deathbed, my final wish is to have my ex-wives rush to my side so I can use my dying breath to tell them both to go to hell one last time. Would I get married again? Oh, absolutely. If you don’t believe in love, what’s the point of living?”

15. “Sting like a bee. Do not float like a butterfly. That’s ridiculous.”

16. “There’s only one thing I hate more than lying, and that’s skim milk. Which is water that’s lying about being milk.”

17. “When I eat, it is the food that is scared.”

18. “I got my first job when I was nine. Worked at a sheet metal factory. In two weeks, I was running the floor. Child labor laws are ruining this country.”

19. “Dear frozen yogurt, you are the celery of desserts. Be ice cream or be nothing. Zero stars.”

20. “Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day. Don’t teach a man to fish, and feed yourself. He’s a grown man. Fishing’s not that hard.”

21. “Any dog under fifty pounds is a cat, and cats are useless.”

22. “Crying: Acceptable at funerals and the Grand Canyon.”

23. “I’m a simple man. I like pretty, dark-haired women and breakfast food.”

24. “An ideal night out, to me, is stepping onto my porch area and grilling up a thick slab of something’s flesh and then popping in a highlight reel from the WNBA.”

25. “Do not waste energy moving unless necessary.”

26. “I was born ready. I’m Ron F**king Swanson.”

27. “I regret nothing. The end.”