never going to get tired of this shit

The Types in College

ENTP: overall a good student but they go out every Friday night to drink away their pain and get wasted – regrets it each week but will not stop until they feel like their life is going somewhere, never takes anyone’s advice

ESTP: they don’t look as dead inside but they’re the deadest inside, probably only passing their math classes because they make their friend tutor them once in a while, they act stupid but they really arent tho

ENFP: Asks all their friends to teach them things because they feel like asking the teachers will make them look bad, most likely to openly have a mental breakdown during class every other week, will get far in life if they stopped procrastinating

ESFP: They were getting ready for this since freshman year of highschool. They were preparing themselves. They truly, honestly were. But somewhere along the way, they lost it. What did they lose? yes.

ENTJ: mastered the superiority complex face four years ago and somehow they just keep improving it, gets through their classes easily, thinks college is chill (actually not haha psyche that’s what they want you to think)

ENFJ: Started to consider dropping out of college back in high school, probably more interested in the fine arts classes, lowkey scares everyone but they dont realise it and they get genuinely surprised when people tell them that they’re kinda scary

ESFJ: They used to be one of the top students in high school but they became a little better than mediocre in college due to stress stress stress, really self conscious, poor thing pls show them warmth in this cold cruel world

ESTJ: Often seen as the leaders during those dreadful, wrenched group projects and their group almost always gets the highest score. Wants to become a dictator but those weren’t the options

INTP: They treat college like highschool, but like a really hardcore highschool. Sure, they can get the studying done easily and (somehow) get pretty good grades but everything else is like climbing Mt. Everest. “Okay but how do you expect me to go out there and–and BUY things?? Why did they think leaving me alone was a good idea. I’m so malnourished”

INTJ: mental breakdowns every other day that last like ten minutes, sits in the front of the classroom, sort of a teacher’s pet but not in the obnoxious way yknow man they just wanna get through life successfully

ISFP: Average by day, dreamer by night. They’re doing fine so far but whenever they have free time, they plan on how to escape from civilisation and build a cabin in the middle of the woods in Alaskan wilderness. Stress free and hey! no diploma necessary

ISTJ: they sit in the middle of the classroom and aren’t really seen studying (ever) but somehow pass with a grade that’s better than half of the class, they’ll go days without shopping and binge shop whenever they do

ISTP: Only raises their hand whenever they come up with a smartass comment to piss off the teachers but the teachers cant get rid of them because other than that they’re [ISTP] actually good students, goes on backpacking trips during free weekends to get away from everyone

INFP: Probably failed their first year because they really, genuinely, had no idea what the shit they were doing, needs to be reminded of what to do next all the time, intelligent but lazy

INFJ: The really approachable one who probably wants to be a biology teacher and everyone loves them as a student teacher. Reeaallly popular but not in a bad way and they probably have sparkles trailing behind them wherever they go

ISFJ: Nobody knows who they are, never raises their hand during class, always tired even though they get more sleep than the average college student, puts in the most effort and gets along fine but not socially

The truth is…
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Aries:

  • is a sassy bitch, let’s just accept that. always answering back, they’d even answer back to any god (may it be diplomatically or sarcastic)
  • always give people cheap gifts not because they’re broke but because they think that’s the only standard or gift you deserve
  • has a huge disgust with humanity so they either get delusions of controlling the world or they avoid/limit their human interactions
  • their logic is out of this world: it’s either you get mesmerised and see a new horizon or you end up getting crazy because you can’t get it
  • beneath all their layers, they’re one of the smartest and hardworking people out there… always willing to help you study/work/etc.

Taurus: 

  • their trigger word is literally food and all its proper nouns. they’d sell their souls for a ceaseless supply of food and they’d won’t regret
  • literally possessive as fuck, aphrodite lives in their titties cos they dun calm down if they see someone circling around their man/woman.
  • obsessed with getting shit organised y'all don’t even know. they will never move unless a very detailed blue print is in front of them.
  • they will keep hustlin more than a twenty of you combined. they know and prioritise how precious time and money are.
  • when they say they can’t do an errand/plea, dun quickly believe them at all cost or you’ll get a small surprise: they’ll do it after some while. 

Gemini: 

  • know that archetype of a kind person who’ll obey & follow you to the death but has so many fucking personal motives? yep, that’s gemini.
  • their knowledge and expertise are vastly scary; multilingual people and historians. they aint called GEMinis for nothing, hunty.
  • for them, it’s a dog-eat-dog world. if you don’t match their pace, you’re basically out of their surviving list, whatever list that is.
  • insanely in love and proud making other people swoon over them (oh the oozing warmth of being loved and respected) but says otherwise
  • bad at remembering dates but that dun mean they love you less or you’re not that important to them, just believe in them.

Cancer:

  • they dun talk much but best believe me, whenever they speak it’s either they gon hand you your ass or roast the living shit out of you
  • are all terminally sarcastic bless their souls. they don’t have time for your bullshit, they don’t even have time for their own.
  • they will never side or they will avoid picking a side. they’re the best people to rant cos they will literally get where you coming from.
  • one of the sweetest and loving signs out there but for some reason, they tend to have some problems making real long time friends.
  • always look brooding or even out of reach. that’s cos they’re afraid words/actions won’t come/show they way they really want them too.

Leo:

  • so demure but once you get close to them/they know they have the upper control, they will fucking nag & bully everything
  • but after the searing primadonna stage, these lions are all just smol precious clumsy beans who must be protected at all cost
  • knows the traditional ways or romancing someone, like the flowers and cupcakes and shy yet formal asking you out for events/dates
  • easily clouded by false/dark ideas and hard to snap them out of it. it takes another brave alpha who can help them out of the cray
  • but don’t be fooled, these lions can be tamed and would be willing to tag along the right people for the rest of their life line.

Virgo:

  • dont slack off in front of them, they will give your ass a whoop back to reality. trust me, they give so much vigour and moral to people.
  • not easily scared of pretty much anything because they always think about the story/reason behind it, for this one, what made it scary?
  • they can get super fucking salty and shady and they aint afraid of being salty and shady, for a good or bad reason whatsoever.
  • they never fail to always see the bigger picture, that also means they’re not afraid to do everything to get to the biggest picture.
  • loves having fun and enjoying life without taking advantage of things or forgetting to be humble and well-grounded.

Libra: 

  • too pure for this world but these people have a skyrocketing tendencies to becoming a yandere (lol they probably already are)
  • their aesthetic perfectionism sickness is practically beyond all earth signs combined: they’ll set fire on anything lower than their standards.
  • too kind and angelic we dun deserve them. we also dun deserve their life sucking flirtatious killer charms. we just dun deserve then all in all
  • these bitches love to meddle with other people’s business tho. either they save the situation or aggravate it, there’s no in between
  • even with all the hate on their kind, libra people just keep their heads up and tryn’a understand and accept other people’s view of them.

Scorpio: 

  • for the vagillionth time, y'all have to remember that these “””devil children””” are all just 4D weird bastards who easily space out.
  • the sexy airheads we all get from anime. but dun cross them & their fambam, they won’t think twice about apathetically cutting you.
  • everyone’s fairy godmother/father cos if they love you & they see you deserving, they will lavish &treat you so great. aint lying, dis the truth
  • willing to learn from others but is obsessed with “i am the most mature one so my wisdom is the greatest and the only effective one”
  • so many layers, like they’re literally never-ending. but after plucking all these layers out, you’ll see a fragile marshmallow baby inside 

Sagittarius:

  • they need like a dozen of hobbies as outlets for their energy. if they don’t get the energy out, they become a host of a time bomb.
  • insatiably absorbs all information of all kinds like a baby on his mom’s chest or a tic sucking out blood from a fresh catch: you choose
  • no one really knows if they’re showing genuine reaction/emotion cos you don’t know if they’re forcing it or not or they dun even know too
  • is the jack of all trades cos they have so many talents but can’t focus and drill hard on one cos they jump from different talent to another
  • may come arrogant but always they always want everyone to be happy and enjoying the time, probably more than how libra wants it.

Capricorn: 

  • always late on almost everything. insomniac children of the night, so no matter how dire the situation is, they’ll always be late. deal with it.
  • condescending as fuck cos they know they can do pretty much anything please beware they are vicious machiavellians
  • obsessed with segregating people in their lives; they don’t want their friends to socialise with their family, this group with that group, etc.
  • avoids and gets easily tired with human interaction, but is magically brilliant with human interaction. their magic? idek ask them.
  • after you pass their scrutinising sifting of people in their lives, you’ll just see a funny, dependent, happy-go-lucky, perverted side of them

Aquarius:

  • also don’t like taking sides, will never jump onto anything without all the cards are seeable, yet also not afraid to speak up in the end.
  • obsessed and deranged with their fanaticism of any horror shit idk how they can carry on with a fine stomach after all that scary jazz
  • can never be controlled, they might seem controllable or easy to manoeuvre but spare your ass and don’t be fooled by this sign
  • disappears and reappears at their own will, and doesn’t care about the consequences of their absence, they literally don’t care.
  • in the end of the day, aquarius has no fucks to give any of the other signs. they don’t ask for a lot and they just wanna be left alone.

Pisces:

  • are quiet little shits who looks way more gorgeous when they’re mad cos they just turn fiendish but still in a cute way, like wtf how???
  • needs a fuck ton of guidance from older or more mature people cos they tend either the laziest, silliest, or most annoying things ever. 
  • how fucking annoying it is whenever they pull out the victim card like dude shove that thing back where it belongs or so I will.
  • are actually sensible people, kinda shocking for some but it’s the truth cos these people stay in tune with their emotions, they dun run away
  • break them to pieces and you’ll see a child needing to be loved and wanting to know what are the things that they can improve and learn

anonymous asked:

This is kinda random but this idea has been stuck in my head: what if mc just liked to go out and sit on the roof at night to look at the stars and one night their s/o catches them (I'd imagine Jumin would flip his Shit tbh)

need some cute ass fluff in my life so im doing this sorry

Yoosung

  • when he first finds MC, he doesnt say anything
  • he just stares at them, smiling
  • god, i am so lucky
  • how can just the mere sight of someone make me so, so happy?
  • i swear to god, i’ll never get tired of this view…
  • “hey there, cutie. you looked cold”
  • Yoosung sits down beside MC, wrapping his arms around them along with a blanket
  • they’re both inside the blanket together, snuggling on the roof while MC stares up at the stars and Yoosung looks mostly at them
  • he rests his head on MC’s shoulders and closes his eyes, soaking up the moment with them
  • “Yoosung? you’re not gonna fall asleep, are you?”
  • as Yoosung answers he wraps both arms around MC, smiling and breathing in the night air deeply
  • “so what if i do? even sleeping on the roof is warm with you~”
  • MC giggles a little and pulls the blanket over him more, resting their head on his

Zen

  • he sees MC and instantly has to join them
  • “hey baby, whatchya doin?”
  • he would catch them by surprise and talk in a cute voice
  • “oh, Zen! i was just looking up at the stars…”
  • “do you care if i join you?”
  • MC scoots over and pats the space next to them
  • “of course not!”
  • so Zen climbs out to the roof and sits next to MC, putting an arm around them and rubbing their arm in an attempt to warm em up
  • him and MC look up at the sky together in silence for some time before Zen decides to turn his attention to MC
  • after a few seconds of staring, they turn to look at Zen, too
  • “what is it?”
  • Zen looks into their eyes for a second of two, smiling, and leans forward to kiss them
  • MC can feel the smile in his kiss, and shudders a little when his hand touches their face
  • “nothing, i just wanted to do that” Zen says almost mater-of-factly through his smile, then turns back to the night sky
  • MC gets all flustered even though kissing Zen is something they do all the time, and he pulls them closer, running his fingers through their hair

Jaehee

  • as soon as she sees MC, she runs into her room to grab a jacket
  • “MC, what are you doing on the roof? do you need a jacket?”
  • Jaehee awkwardly climbs on the roof and drapes the jacket over their shoulders
  • “i was just looking at the stars, Jaehee! sorry if i worried you…”
  • “im just worried about you getting sick”
  • “i know, i know…”
  • they sit in silence for a few moments before Jaehee speaks up again
  • “you know, they way you look at the night sky is quite endearing”
  • MC feels warm suddenly
  • “r-really?”
  • Jaehee scoots closer to MC, wrapping an arm around them
  • she quickly pecks their cheek before looking up at the stars again
  • “really”

Jumin

  • oh my god, what is MC doing out there?!
  • they’re going to catch a cold like that!
  • “darling? why are you on the roof at this time of night? and in your pajamas?”
  • when MC turns their face is red, and they nervously pushing some loose hairs behind their ear
  • “oh, J-Jumin! i was just looking up at the starts…they’re so pretty tonight”
  • Jumin’s heart softens with MC’s words, and his concerned look instantly melts into a smile
  • “well if they’re as pretty as you say, i’d like to see them myself”
  • this is where Jumin Han, still wearing his suit, awkwardly climbs onto the roof through the window
  • MC giggles as they watch him
  • “okay, im here”
  • “finally”
  • Jumin tries to fix his hair, smirking at MC in response to their joke
  • he takes off his suit jacket and drapes it over MC’s shoulders
  • he sits next to MC, hugging his knees as they stare up at the night sky
  • as much as he wants to join them, he just cant take his eyes off of MC for even a second
  • “Jumin! you arent even looking up!”
  • “hmm?”
  • he hadnt even realized he was staring
  • he reaches out, pulling MC close to him and wrapping an arm around their shoulder
  • “i guess i just love the way the stars look reflected in your eyes”
  • as Jumin pulls MC in, he places a soft, warm kiss on their cheek, then nestles his head into their neck
  • the sensation tickles MC a bit, but they just kiss his head and continue to look up at the stars

707

  • “come here often?”
  • when MC turns toward the window they see Seven leaning out of it, his arm resting on the window sill
  • “only when there arent any clouds”
  • Seven climbs onto the roof as if he’s done it a million times
  • “i like to come out here too, but mostly just to get away from you”
  • MC smiles and playfully pushes on Seven’s arm 
  • Seven responds by wrapping both arms around MC and pulling them in between his legs
  • he unzippes his jacket, then zips it back up around the both of them, hugging MC from behind inside the big hoodie
  • “what the heck are you doing?”
  • “you looked cold! what else was i supposed to do?”
  • Seven rests his chin on MC’s shoulder, looking up with them
  • he points out stars, planets, and constellations
  • he even has this cute trick where he knows where all the letters of the alphabet are in the sky, so he can spell MC’s name in the stars
  • after taking about stars and space and aliens for awhile, Seven decides to end the conversation by littering MC’s cheek, neck, and shoulder with little kisses
  • “love you so, so much. you know that, right?”
  • MC awkwardly cranes their neck so they can look at Seven
  • “i love you too, more than anything”
  • Seven places a small, uncomfortable kiss on MC’s lips before they turn around again, and he wraps his arms around them even tighter and pulls then closer as he returns to resting his chin on their shoulder

can u tell how much a crave physical affection? lol

anonymous asked:

prompt: isak comforting and taking care of even during one of his depressive episodes in their new apartment xxx

Anonymous said: Skam prompt: Isak looking after Even during an episode, maybe?


It never feels like Isak’s looking after Even when he’s like this.

Not really, anyway. It feels more like…helping him out. 

Even can’t bring himself to make breakfast? Okay, Isak can cook some eggs for the two of them, even if he can’t make them as well as Even does. Even feels overwhelmed at the idea that it’s his turn to wash the dishes? Well, there’s probably some dishes still left over from Isak’s turn, anyway. Even can’t handle going to school? Isak can let the school know and pop over to his teachers to collect any work Even’s missed. He genuinely, really, absolutely, doesn’t mind. He knows that as soon as Even feels better, he’ll pick things back up. Until then, Isak is there to help him out. Which is okay. Things are okay. Things will be okay. 

One day, Isak finds himself walking home from school and, despite himself, he can’t help walk that bit quicker knowing Even is home, alone, feeling low and a little hopeless.

He steps inside and heat hits him like a punch to the face. Because Jesus, their flat feels like a fucking sauna. They’re entering the summer months anyway, and they have so many large windows that it kind of turns their place into a greenhouse when the sun’s out. But it’s more than that. Isak’s fingers trail over the radiator and find it almost boiling to the touch. He frowns, switches the heating off, and walks into his and Even’s bedroom.
Even is curled up in bed, duvet splayed on the floor, t-shirt and hair damp with sweat. Isak swallows hard, because it just isn’t a nice sight. Even just looks so small like this. 

At some point, Isak’s legs remember how to work. He opens their window as wide as it will go before climbing in bed, next to Even, pressing a kiss on his cheek to wake him up.

“Are you trying to cook yourself alive, or?” Isak murmurs, laughing a little nervously, trying not to make his worry abundantly clear. 

It takes Even a little while to respond, but eventually, he opens his eyes. Looks at Isak before his eyes dart away quickly as he rolls onto his back to stare at the ceiling. 

“I tried turning it down, but…” His voice is small, raspy, and his eyes are teary and tired and God, Isak just wants to make it all go away for him. “I couldn’t figure it out, so.”

“I’ve fixed it,” Isak murmurs gently, threading a hand through Even’s hair. It’s a bit gross; greasy and sweaty, and if Isak’s honest, Even hasn’t showered in days and the whole room stinks because of it. It’s alright, though. Isak doesn’t mind that much.

“I just.” Even swallows hard, tired eyes fluttering shut, looking on the verge of tears. And Even’s cried over less when he’s been like this; out of frustration and exhaustion and, well, depression. Isak learnt a long time ago that comforting words can’t always do a huge amount when Even’s like this. That the best thing he can do sometimes is simply sit there and be with him.

“Hey,” Isak murmurs, turning Even’s face to look at him, making their eyes meet. Even’s eyes are a little dulled, a little less light, a little less starry. They’re heavy, exhaustion radiating from them, but they’re still Even’s eyes. Wonderful and perfect and Isak loves them just the same. “Minute by minute, yeah?”

Even swallows again. “Yeah,” he says quietly, and Isak smiles a little, brushing his thumb over Even’s cheek, then his mouth. He closes the distance between them and kisses him, soft and undemanding and reassuring. Just letting him know he’s there. Even’s mouth tastes a little bitter, teeth unbrushed and lips dry and chapped, but Isak wouldn’t want any other lips but these. Even’s. Even, who is the brightest and kindest and most beautiful person Isak knows, even when he’s low like this. 

“How about a shower?” Isak suggests tentatively. 

After half a minute of silence, Even nods, pulling himself out of bed with heavy limbs and tired eyes. It’s progress, though. Good progress. 

Isak fixes the shower so it’s the colder side of warm - they’re both boiling from the heat of the flat - and when Even gets undressed, Isak picks his clothes up. Says, “I’ll join you in a minute, I just need to put the washing on.”

Isak collects the rest of the dirty clothes from their bedroom which - okay, their bedroom is a tip, but Isak’s never been particularly tidy and maybe it does go to shit a tiny bit when Even isn’t there to remind him to pick his clothes up. But whatever.

He strips the bed linen, too, down to the pillow cases, and crams everything into the washing machine before returning to the bathroom. Even is under the shower, rubbing the shower gel over his body kind of numbly and methodically. Isak undresses himself, steps in the shower with Even, and smiles up at him. Kisses him once, softly and gently. Another day, another mood, kisses in the shower can be messy and hungry and desperate. But not in times like this. Times like this, the kiss is nothing but a reassuring hello, I’m here. I’m not going anywhere. Noses brushing against one another, foreheads together, deep breaths and closed eyes. Standing under the jets of water and melting into one being. And Isak just can’t help thinking that if something as simple as love could make Even happy, then he’d be the happiest boy in the world. 

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no offense but one of the most frustrating things about liberal social justice circles on here is the complete antipathy towards anticapitalism or class analysis or radicalism in any meaningful way. like people can talk in depth about misogyny but refuse to acknowledge the system that keeps misogyny in place (capitalism). and the second u bring up communism someone has to make up some usually incorrect reason as to why communism is Problematique (ie. “communism is inherently antisemitic” or “why should we listen to what old white guys wrote”) the lack of class analysis and leftist thought also constantly ends up with people recognizing a problem but never recognizing the root of the problem or how this injustice is held in place which frankly makes the type of activism theyre advocating for very useless except on a surface level. liberal social justice can only go so far and its so frustrating seeing people praise female ceos and corporations who talk about gay rights (for profit of course). im also tired of having liberals who are deeply involved in sj turn around and constantly give me shit for talking about socialism and revolution or get mad when i criticize the democrats

Sweater Weather

Jughead x Reader

Wordcount: 2.2k

Request: Can you do an imagine where Jughead breaks up with the reader and she doesn’t go  to school for a couple of days and when she returns she’s a mess wearing joggers and something of Jugheads.

Warnings: none/fluff/possible swearing

Summary: Based on the Neighbourhood Sweater Weather, Jughead breaks the readers heart, she’s a mess and when he sees what he’s done he realises it was a mistake.

Originally posted by juptern

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history of the entire world, i guess   pt. 1 {Sentence Starters}

  • “Taste the sun!”
  • “Wow, that’s big.”
  • “Let’s do it together!”
  • “Look at those breasts.”
  • “New shit just got made!”
  • “That’s a human person.”
  • “The sun is a deadly lazer…”
  • “Like I said, it didn’t happen.”
  • “It’s sad. I’m sad. I miss you.”
  • “Brand new, way crazier shit!”
  • “Wow, that’s animals and stuff!”
  • “Fuck it, time to plant some grass.”
  • “Aw, fuck, now everything’s dead…”
  • “He was great. And now he’s dead.”
  • “Look at this, I control the food, now.”
  • “Hell yeah, now we’ve got business!”
  • “You could make a religion out of this.”
  • “And there’s no food yet, so I don’t care.”
  • “Coming soon to a dank river valley near you!”
  • “I don’t know. My dealer won’t tell me where he gets it.”
  • “Tired of using lame, sad metal? Introducing BRONZE!”
  • “Hi, you’re on a rock floating in space! Pretty cool, huh?”
  • “Nothing is nowhere. When? Never. Makes sense, right?”
  • “I can’t even get from here to there without buying a boat!”
  • “Holy shit, we just got hit with another ball of flaming rocks!”
  • “Yeah, it broke apart. Don’t worry about that, does it all the time.”
  • “Forget this, I wanna be something! Go somewhere, do something!”
  • “Will you get the hell out of here if I give you 500 elephants? Ok, thanks, bye.”
  • “You could make a religion out of this… and maybe conquer the world, as well.”
I’m so fucking tired, honestly.
Shit is getting worse. I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me I just don’t know.
It’s like, everything that is good never stays, and that freaks the shit out of me.
It’s crazy how fast good things go away from my life. Everything is temporary, and oh God, I’m so tired of it.
I’ve been realizing how unlovable I am, and that makes me extremly sad. Cus you know what?
I crave affection, I crave the simple things, like holding hands, kissing, cuddling, BEING LOVED. Simple as that.
But I just don’t see myself having that, ever.
Getting attached to people too easily fucks me over. I wish I could control my feelings.
My head is a huge mess, and so is my life.  
I just want to leave everything behind and go somewhere, far away from here, I want find some peace in myself.
I want my emotions to be stable. And above all, I want to be truly loved, having someone who never gives up on me. Just that.

anonymous asked:

Please, we want the memey s/o, we're begging you, this is what we really want

F I N E


  • It’s honestly a mystery how the two of you met in the first place. 2D doesn’t get your humor at all, and wonders why the fuck you always send him strange pictures and videos instead of actual words.
  • Most of your conversations look something like this:
  • SOME pictures and videos he finds funny, but it’s very rare that he actually laughs at the weird shit you send him.
  • He tries to make you laugh too, but the memes that he sends are so fucking crusty, you have a stroke every time he sends them.
  • The only person that gets your humor is Noodle and the two of you bond together whenever she tags along to some of your outings with 2D. 
  • Sometimes you scare him with some of the bass boosted videos you send him, especially if you’re texting him at night and he opens one. It takes like 10 years off his life and he usually flings his phone onto the floor, cracking the screen.
  • He catches you bopping to some songs on your headphones and he’s curious as to what you’re listening to. When you place the headphones on his ears, he stares at you in amazement and confusion as he asks you how you could listen to something like this:
  • He doesn’t question it. 
  • He doesn’t question anything.
  • You scare the shit out of Murdoc especially, waking him up in the morning with the entire discography of J Cole, which sends him into a coma because it’s that bad. sorry j cole fans if you exist
  • 2D eventually gets tired of your bullshit one day and just dumps you straight up, except he sends this meme:
  • You thought he finally was understanding your humor at first but he never responds after sending that. 
  • You go to visit him, but you’re detained by the police upon arriving to his house.
  • You never meme again.

LET THIS BE A WARNING TO A L L

Dating BamBam

Anon Asked:  Anything with bambam please? he’s my ult but nobody writes about him! (if you know any good bam story’s please tag them/the writer!)

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Originally posted by jypnior


- OHOKAY

- This little fucker that had the beST GLOW UP IN WORLD HISTORY

- LIKE WHAT
- anyway..

- He’d see you laughing with your friend(s) and instantly fall head over heels

- Watch you from afar 

- But only until he couldn’t stand it anymore

- Probs purposely bumping into you just so he could talk to you

- Flirtatious af

- Asks for your number before leaving

- Texts you minutes after he leaves

- Memes™

- Sending more memes back to him

- Him falling in love bc damn

- You’re perfect

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I can’t believe that we are getting hate for seeing stuff that was actually in the movie. We just took the information given to us and came to a conclusion that future character developmemt and plot would take Rey and Kylo in a specific direction together. This is neither refuted nor confirmed by Lucasfilm unlike for other ships or pairings. Instead they’re giving us hints of a mysterious/strange connection that Rey and Kylo share and their ‘interesting relationship’ going forward. They emphasise how there’s ‘something else going on here’ between them and how their destinies are intertwined. R*ywalker is all but outright debunked at this point. Also, there is nothing in Lucasfilm material that describes the interactions of Rey and Kylo as anything negative. JJ says in his commentary that their meeting was like 'like two disparate pieces coming together’ and that it was 'inevitable’…that sounds pretty epic and fateful and not at all like a static villain/hero relationship. This isn’t 'fanfiction’ or just shit that we made up. IT WAS IN THE MOVIE.

Good Boys Like Bad Girls (Part 5)

Summary:  Most teachers had a pet student but not many students had one. Except you.

“Beware that, when fighting monsters, you yourself do not become a monster… for when you gaze long into the abyss. The abyss gazes also into you.”

Word Count: 4.5k

Kinks Included In This Chapter: Voyeurism, orgasm denial, choking

Author’s Note: I didn’t proofread this yet tbh. I’ll do it when I wake up. 

(Woo two gifs for one chapter. I’ll give credits when I wake up as well)

As you expected, Taehyung didn’t let you go that easily. He missed school, camped down in front of your house, and when that failed as you resorted to just not going home and staying with Jungkook wherever the hell he chose to spend his nights, he started following the both of you. That, of course, led to numerous clashes between the two boys that had Taehyung landing in the hospital every time without fail, just to get on his feet again and continue chasing you.

There was something to be said about his loyalty and perseverance but he was drawing too much attention to you and frankly, you were getting tired of his shit.

“Just go home, Taehyung. Let it go. Go on with your life. Seeing you get beat up every day is getting more than a little pathetic.” You wave your hands in the air dismissively, towering over the boy slumped on the floor and holding his stomach in agony.

“Never.” He hisses out and pulls his hand away from his stomach, showing you a metallic object held tightly in his fist.

You squint, struggling to decipher what the object covered in blood is when Jungkook speaks up.

“You stole my pocket knife.” He laughs, “You think that’s gonna help you?”


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I'm honestly so tired

@wangcutie said to do it so.

I’m so tired of waking up and seeing Jackson is either being hated on or in the hospital.

Knowing him he’s gonna just get some IV and go on with smile on his face like the angel he is and its never OK

I’m so emotionally drained I don’t even know what to say anymore. I’m tired. I want him to get the rest he needs. I don’t understand why the staff didn’t stop him from going back out there at the fan meet? I hate this. I hate when he’s sick because I can’t sleep at night and he’s on my mind 24/7. Why is this a thing? Why him being sick has become so normal? Why has hating on him become such a trend? To all the Jackson antis: fuck you. To all the so call “fans” of got7 that shit on Jackson: fuck you
these moments | john shelby

@ateliefloresdaprimavera wanted, and I quote: “happy,married to the love of his life John and [reader] who’s like a daughter to Polly”

hope you like it, hun!

You marched down the street, half angry, half exhausted. Groups of kids were running up and down and you cast an eye out to check whether any of yours were there. Men tipped their caps to you as you passed and you barged your shoulder into Polly’s front door, slamming it behind you.

“I got fucking fired, didn’t I?”

“Lovely to see you too, sweetheart. Sit yourself down. Kettle’s just boiled, you can explain yourself”

You huffed, yanking your scarf off and chucking it over the back of a chair.

“Thanks Pol. Where’s the kids?”

“John’s got them”

“John’s got them?”

Polly cast a look up to you as she brewed the pot and smirked when she saw your confused look.

“He was showing Katie her numbers and the rest wouldn’t let them be, you know what they’re like”

“Sorry, no, go back – John’s got the kids? By himself?”

She chuckled to herself and slid a cup over to you.

“Sit yourself down. And explain”

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For the record, I am never going to buy into the narrative that the DCEU “got off to a rocky start” or “somehow turned it around,” no matter what happens going forward. Screw that shit. I’m already tired of hearing it.

I see folks preparing a rationale for appreciating other DCEU films IN SPITE of what Snyder has built (and is still building, ya chuckleheads) and it’s weak and annoying.

In my opinion, you don’t get to praise Wonder Woman and/or Justice League while taking a brief crap on the films that got us here. I’m not gonna be the welcome wagon for that sort of closed-minded elitist fanboy purist shit.

cam girl - (a danisnotonfire smut)

not even a request, just got this idea in my head and now I can’t get it out,, help. Also I had to go on actual cam girl sites to know how it works and I actually made a friend lmao (shoutout to kristina, from Warsaw, you are Lovely xx) (also no disrespect to cam girls, y'all work hard and are awesome)

Y/C = your city x

DAN’S POV (never done that before so it Sucks™)

Editing. It’s all I do, all day, everyday. It gets tiring, and all I wanted was a break. As I stared at my bright laptop screen in my dark bedroom, I stumbled across an ad for a website that promised “beautiful women to make you drool!”. Now, usually I don’t fall for stupid shit like this, but honestly I was so sick of editing I would’ve clicked anything. As soon as I clicked it, a separate tab opened, revealing a site full of preview clips of various girls talking/flashing to their desperate forty year old audience.

My eyes scanned over the range of girls the site was offering until I focused on the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. The preview showed her blowing a flirty kiss to the camera, her beautiful eyes sparkling. I clicked on her without hesitation, which led me to a page telling me a bit about her. Much to my delight, she was live. I clicked on her live feed, but was distrusted by the stupid site wanting me to register first. Quickly filling in all my details, I went back to her profile and returned to her live feed.

“Hello, Daniel” she said, leaning closer to the camera as she read my name off the screen. Hundreds of other guys were commenting on her live chat, saying needy shit. One particularly bold guy commented “TAKE OFF YOUR SHIRT!!”. I cringed at how needy all these people were. The girl giggled and smiled at the camera. “Okay, okay, I will” she said, smirking at the camera. She slowly lifted up her shirt teasingly, before taking it off completely, revealing a lacy black bra. I found myself start to get turned on, she was just so goddamn beautiful. “Okay guys, that’s it for today! See you next week” she said, before logging off.

I was left feeling frustrated and uncomfortably hard. I was about to go watch some poem or something, when a pop up appeared on the screen. “Want more? Pay £30 for a private session with this girl!”. I stared at the screen, furrowing my eyebrows in thought. Was j about to spend money on some random girl on a cringe website? Apparently so, as my hands seemed t move at their own accord, clicking on “but a session”. Just like that, the money was taken from my account and a new loading screen appeared on the page.

Her beautiful smile filled the screen as she cocked her head to the side, still only in her bra. “Hi Daniel. You were in my show early, aren’t you?”

“Yes, I was” I replied quietly, before realising she couldn’t hear me. I was about to type a message in when she answered.

“Well nice to see you again”. She could hear me? I noticed the small box on the corner of the screen, and realised she could see me too. The hideous lighting from my laptop must have made me look terrible, but at that moment I didn’t readily care.

“What’s your name?” I asked her, genuinely curious.

She raised a perfect eyebrow, that sexy smirk still on her face. “Interesting, most guys don’t bother to ask. My name is y/n. Y/n Y/ln.”

‘Y/n…’ I thought, smiling internally. A beautiful name for a beautiful girl.

“So, Dan. What can I do for you?” she asked. I blushed at the thought of all the things I could say to her, all the things I could tell her to do. But I didn’t want to come across like one of those needy guys on her live chat. I decided to opt for a different route.

“Whatever you want to do, y/n” I answered, smiling lazily. She smiled at this and seemed to think about what to do before talking.

“Is it just me, or is it unfair that I’m almost naked and you’re still fully clothed?” She teased, biting her lip. I gulped at her words, before tugging my shirt off. “Better” she said, nodding her head in approval.

“I love that bra of yours, but I think I’d love it even more to see you without it” I said, trying to sound more confident than I actually was. She reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, slowly, ever so slowly, dragging the straps down her beautiful shoulders before it fell off. I couldn’t help but stare at her boobs and in that moment I wanted nothing more than to be there, kissing her torso and sucking on her nipples.

My jeans were getting uncomfortably tight now, so I unbuttoned them and pulled out and awkwardly shuffled out of them, revealing my boxers. The tent in them was embarrassingly obvious, but y/n seemed into it. “If I was there with you, I’d leave loving kisses from those collarbones of your to your v line, massaging you r balls with my tongue before licking alone down to your skit…” she began. I stroked myself through my boxers, groaning slightly before pulling them off completely, revealing them to y/n.

My eyes widened as I watched her sneak a hand into her panties, rubbing herself with her head thrown back. It was honestly the hottest thing I’d ever seen, and when she moaned I thought I was gonna cum right then. “Go on baby girl, play with that pretty pussy of yours. Imagine it’s me next to you, touching you where you want me to , making you feel so good”. She moaned again at my words, making me stroke wrapt my whole hand aground myself and pump hard.

“Fuck, I’m so close Dan!” she told me, grinding on her own fingers as she thrust them in and out.

“Me too baby girl. Don’t cum till I say so” I warned, my dominant side coming out. I felt that familiar warmth in my stomach as my orgasm approached and i moved my hands faster and faster. “Okay now!” I ordered. Y/n yelled in pleasure as her orgasm washed over her, swearwords spilling out of her lips. I came immediately after, cum shooting onto my hands and a little on the laptop screen.

After a few moments of silence as we both caught our breath, y/n spoke. “So what do you think? Would you say that was worth thirty quid?”. She had her flirtatious smile on again that made my heart beat faster.

“Hmmm. Not quite yet. I think it wouldn’t be complete until you agree to be mine” I replied, smiling at her.

“A long distance relationship? Wouldn’t that be hard?” She questioned, eyebrows furrowed.

“Oh I’m sure we could find other ways to make up for the lack of intimacy….”

Clay Jensen° Apology Kisses

“Psst Jensen!” You turned your back to the occupied teacher and faced said boy, “Clay! Stop ignoring me you idiot.”

He was hunched over his work, although he wasn’t doing anything. “What do you want?” He hissed, tilting his head slightly in your direction.

You furrowed your eyebrows at his sudden outburst. You two had been close friends for quite a long time but a few weeks after Hannah’s death, he became much more hostile towards you.

“What the fuck Clay? Look I know you miss her, so do I, but you don’t have to be such a dick about it.” Shaking his head he turned back to face the front and you did the same, annoyed at him.

° ° °

The rest of the school day, Clay avoided you, even going as far as sitting with Tony instead of you at lunch. Angry and hurt, you texted him to meet you at Monet’s at six to study and talk.

Five to six, you arrived at the coffee shop and took a seat at a small table towards the back, ordering yourself a hot chocolate.

When fifteen minutes passed with no sign of Clay, you decided to get started on your English assignment without him.
Once the time reached half past, you sent him a text asking where he was and if he was coming.

No response and thirty minutes later, being sat at the table alone, you left bearing a heavy heart and teary eyes.

° ° °

The next day at school, you spotted Clay getting out of Tony’s Mustang and quickly ran up to meet him. “Hey Clay.”

Being pulled out of his thoughts, he sent you a small smile, “Hi (Y/n).”

“So… Where were you yesterday?”

Confused, he looked at you. Giving him an expectant look, he quickly put on an apologetic one. “I’m sorry, I don’t follow.”
Reaching his locker he put in the combination and started fussing about within it.

“We were supposed to meet at Monet’s to study! I can’t believe you.”

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry, I completely forgot; I was with To-”

“With Tony, of course.” You cut him off angrily, “I thought we were friends Clay, friends don’t blow each other off to hang with other people!”

“I’m honestly really sorry (Y/n). To make up for it let me take you to the Crestmont to catch a film?” He put on his innocent face and smiled at you.

“Goddammit man, you know I can’t refuse when you do that.” The first bell rang in the background signalling the students to head to their homeroom.

“I know.” Clay laughed. “So meet me there at 7?”

Swivelling around to make your way to your classroom, you sent him a small wave, “See you there Jensen.”

° ° °

Arriving at the Crestmont, you spotted Clay fiddling at the counter. “Aloha Helmet boy.”

Spinning around, his doubts of you standing him up like he did to you disappeared. He gave you a small grin before speaking, “Oh, hey (Y/n).”

“Don’t look so frightened Clay, I was late because my mom asked me to do something before I left. I didn’t forget or anything.” Sending him a gentle smile, you purchased the tickets and went on into the screening room.

° ° °

Oh how badly you regret picking a horror movie. There wasn’t a lot of people in the theatre so yours and Clays ‘manly’ scream echoed all around.  A series of jumpscares later, your popcorn had been strewn everywhere and you were seconds away from losing your voice.

Breathing a heavy sigh of relief as the credits rolled on screen, you turned to Clay, “Holy shit, never again. Let’s get out of here.” Tired, you got up and turned to leave before a hand grabbed yours.

“Wait a second (Y/n).” His hand pulled you back quickly and before you knew what what going on you felt a pair of warm lips on yours. Eyes wide, you looked to Clay, who looked just as shocked as you did. Seconds passed before he hesitantly moved his lips across yours, his eyes fluttering closed.

You stood there, not moving while Clay carried on. Pulling away, he took note of your confused face, and began apologising, stuttering uncontrollably. “Oh my go- (Y/n), I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to- I should have asked. No wonder you didn’t kiss back. Oh god, I’m such an idiot.” Internally face-palming, his face heated up and he avoided eye contact.

“Clay, it’s fine, I was just shocked.” You interrupted his rambling and set your hands on his arms. “We can try again if you want?”

'What the actual fuck (Y/n)?’

“Oh shit, I didn’t mean that. What I meant to say was… We can… Y'know what, I’m just gonna shut up.”

“That sounds like a good idea.” Laughing, he leant in and pressed his lips onto yours in a passionate and heated kiss. Clay’s arms wrapped around your waist whilst yours connected around his neck.

A few minutes and a make out session later, you both emerged breathing heavily and with swollen lips. He pressed his forehead onto yours and stared into your eyes. “Erm, I guess I’m supposed to walk you home now?”

Smiling at his awkwardness, you shook your head, “That would be ideal, yes.”

Clay intertwined your hands and lead you out of the cinema. “At least, this way we probably won’t be attack by any sadistic nun demons.”

“Oh yeah, I’m sure they’re not gonna waste their precious time on a socially-awkward, skinny boy obsessed with Star Wars,” Clay swung your arms and rolled his cerulean orbs.

“Very funny, (Y/n).”

“, and a… I don’t even know what I am.”

“An amazing, beautiful and kind girl.”

“Very cheesy, Clay.”

Showing off a toothy grin, he replied, “You like it.”

“I know.” Leaning up you left a small kiss on his cheek and closed your eyes in pure bliss.

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Yeahhh… I had no idea how to end that, sorry if it seemed a bit rushed :/
Sorry for all the time skips as well; I’m lazy

les amis staging a sit-in to which grantaire brings his guitar. everyone is kind of like “oh fucking excellent, this is just great” because no one really expects him to do anything but drunkenly stumble over wonderwall or some shit and they’re all stressed out and tired and that’s really not what anyone wants right now R please. so he just kind of plonks himself down in a corner and quietly picks out tunes until he gets going into an actual song & everyone kind of shuts up one by one and just stares until R looks up and grins, kind of bashful kind of pleased with himself, just in time to catch enjolras looking at him in a way he’s never seen enjolras look at anyone, ever, before he turns away.

Negan Imagines - The Blame part 11

Originally posted by sprmint-bkgsoda

Originally posted by negandarylsatisfaction

AN: Sorry, it’s a day late! I fell asleep whilst editing it, thank god it saved! I hope you enjoy this cute little chapter. 

Catch up here (Part 1)(Part 2)(Part 3)(Part 4)(Part 5)(Part 6)(Part 7)(Part 8)(Part 9)(Part 10)

Overall Summary: You’re the one who accidentally led the Saviours to the group cause Negan has an interest in you. Rick’s daughter.

In this chapter: Rick opens up to Michonne about his runaway daughter and you are homesick.

Pairing: Negan x reader, Father!Rick x Daughter!Reader

Word count: 1,193

Warnings: None really

Rick ran his hand over his face. He was tired but he could cope, he always did. 

Michonne was behind him, lying asleep in the van. 

Rick had the door open and was keeping a look out for any trouble that might stumble upon them in the night. He offered to as he couldn’t sleep anyway. 

He dug his hand into his pocket and pulled out a small crinkled photograph, it was a photograph of him, Carl and Judith, with (Y/n) holding her. It was a photo taken back at Alexandria that Aaron took when the Grimes family wasn’t looking. 

The whole family seemed happy; seemed together. 

He felt his chest tighten as he stared down at it. He missed you. He was angry at you and livid at Negan but he missed you. After all you were his little girl, no matter how old you got or how much you grew.

As he focused on the old memory, Rick hadn’t noticed Michonne had stirred behind him. 

“Can we talk about it?” Michonne rested her hand on Rick’s shoulders. 

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Whiskers

James Potter x Reader

The Marauders Era It´s Just My Favorite Thing In The World

Words: 2,650

A/N: Just read a time turner fic, and I´m feeling quite anxious so I needed to write this

He suppressed a growl, silently reminding himself that the dog was Sirius and the werewolf Remus (what left him like the only graceful animagus). And that he should act as a proper human in the common room, because Lily hated when he acted childishly. (She hated almost everything he did.) Still, James cursed under his breath. The very idea of you two being together irked him.

It was utmost betrayal! How could you?!

His pretty chubby, second favorite bookworm that liked sweet chocolate frogs and acid pops couldn’t possibly fancy a mad wizard with a strange fascination of dark magic. James could tolerate Lily awkwardly chatting with the snake, but you were part of the Marauders, something so…so…hideous wasn´t about to happen in front of his eyes.

“I believe you both are being overly dramatic, Whiskers is kind with everyone when we aren’t around.”

“So you mean she really doesn’t like us?  Is she faking because I always buy her treats at Honeydukes?” Remus gave James a disbelieving look while Sirius crossed his arms. Without a word, Peter blushed while you embraced Severus warmly one more time.

“How come she never actually hugged me before!?” The seventeen year old prat with the longest hair wiggled around with a scowl, leaving James with a bitter expression. “I mean, yeah, I know we actually don’t treat her so much like a beautiful woman and all that shit, but even she could have given me a squish or two.”

“You are being awfully stupid, Padfoot.” Remus sighed in exasperation, passing a tired hand through his sandy hair before placing his hands in Sirius´s shoulders. “Whiskers is a beautiful lady. You are a dirty dog. She isn’t going to hug you.”

“Then I don’t get why she is passionately hugging the life out of Snivellus!”

“Love can get us blind…W-We should admit that Whiskers is old enough to get a…hum…love interest.” Peter mutely offered, earning a gasp from each one of the present marauders. When the words left the air completely, the boys changed their stunned expressions. James went paper sheet pale suddenly feeling really sick, Remus simply nodded to himself in astonishment and Sirius got that knowing glint on his bright eyes.

“Even if it is Snivellus?” James tried to discard the mere idea of you actually being in love, frowning at his group of friends.

“Well, Whiskers doesn’t have a lot of options. I mean we are out of her league, you know, with all the let´s vow for our friendship and all that bloody oaths.” With trembling hands, Black rambled a few more words that Potter didn’t get. Sirius easily read the painfully obvious disdain of his best mate at his not correctly phrased comment, however he lacked self-control when it came to reassuring people, so he just continued pointlessly speaking.

In love? Like in the real thing? Weren’t you still too young for it? James couldn’t even know how he felt about Lily –the girl he had fancied since his first year at Hogwarts- and you suddenly loved a snake?

“Please don’t pass out.” Tough hands clasped James arms, keeping him in a standing position. “Thanks for breaking Prongs, Wormtail.”

“Moony, do something!” Pleaded Peter with a scared grimace.

“Something? Why are you two pushing Remus?” A friendly voice interrupted the sullen atmosphere and all the four boys turned to face the young woman who talked. Full soft cheeks and warm eyes met with the suffering forced smile of the boy who couldn’t contain himself anymore.

“Whiskers.”

“Umm, yeah? So, no one is going to answer my question?”

“Sniv-”A hard blow in the stomach left Sirius mute.

“He meant to say snitch, we thought about going to practice Quidditch a little, see you at dinner!” Dragging away to the outside an almost knocked out Sirius, James waved a quick goodbye without looking back.

“That means I´m not invited?” Remus shrugged not giving a trace of an apology, nodding before turning around and walking in the same direction as the other boys. (Peter followed him closely, not that you actually cared –since Wormtail used to ignore you most of the time-.)

“Are we going to Hogsmeade this weekend? I mean, last time we stayed here to pull pranks at professor Slughorn. I´m running out of sugar quills.” Munching a piece of chocolate cake, you asked the abnormally quiet marauders. All of them were odd –Remus acted the same as always but his eyes were fixed to his plate and nothing else-. James seemed out of place, skin to pale and sickly looking, his hair was glued to his face, due to a tiresome rough time practicing or a lot of slick substance that could have been shower gel. Sirius was certainly pissed off, however you didn’t know at whom. “Did you have a fight? Where is Wormtail?” You continued when your first attempt of conversation was plainly avoided.

“He´s going to change his name to Lovegood, he´s going insane.” Remus joked, or kind of tried to make it sound as a joke.

“I hope he doesn’t dare to sit with us tonight.” Muttered Sirius, giving his pumpkin juice a long gulp. “How could he said it? Now our Prongs it´s like a hollow puppet.”

“Can someone inform me of the situation? I kind of feel left out.” Brown vivid eyes gazed at your for a couple of seconds, leaving you waiting. “So?” You insisted forcefully.

James managed to look quite dashing even with an ill expression and oily skin. That type of grace was something that made you wonder how he could get to actually fall for someone like you.

(Not that you were too ugly or anything, it was just the mere fact that he was absolutely stunning.)

“Peter just screwed me.” James finally said, smiling at you, absent mindedly playing with the spoon that his fingers held. The slice of apple pie on his plate was untouched and a growing desire of tasting it clouded your thoughts. Why the heck were you such a guzzler?

“Are you going to eat that?” Now you questioned with a light hint of hopefulness, knowing that interrogating him wouldn’t help but your sweet tooth would make him chuckle. What happened next made wasn’t what you expected. James sighed, softly caressing his right wrist before standing up and rolling the plate to your side.

“Goodbye.”

“Sadly, I will be leaving too.” The black haired boy said with a grin. “You screwed him more, and Padfoot is going to fix him for you, love.”

“Don’t miss me too much, Sirius.” A soft hand messed with your hair before pressing hard on your skull. “Moony, I don’t like that.”

“I´m just trying to accommodate your brains, they seem to be in a difficult situation-” You gaped at him, jokingly scowling.

“Why do you all seem eager to mess with my life today?”

“Don´t think about it too much, lovely bee. The boys are just being idiots. Like always.” Lily said calmly, sipping her tea despite the fact that Remus glared at her.

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