never going to get tired of this shit

The truth is…


  • 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.


  • 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. 


  • 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.


  • 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.


  • 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.


  • 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.


  • 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.


  • 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 


  • 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.


  • 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


  • 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.


  • 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
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

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


  • 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


  • 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


  • 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”


  • 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


  • “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


‘  strap in ‘cause this one is rough.  ’
‘  it’s– it’s yucky.  ’
‘  i’m aware of some details of this and it’s– it’s yucky.  ’
‘  i’m not a gambling man, but i don’t really like those odds.  ’
‘  we could conceivably run into this guy taking a dump in the woods or something.  ’
‘  are you fucking out of your mind?  ’
‘  i’m starting to think you want to die.  ’
‘  you turned a corner on that one pretty quick.  ’
‘  oh my god, it’s fucking horrifying.  ’
‘  there’s an elk, though. there’s a deer over there.  ’
‘  here’s the remains and rubble of one of the greatest unsolved mysteries of all time and you’re looking at the fucking deer in the forrest.  ’
‘  maybe they were in there telling ghost stories.  ’
‘  that’s not what pillow talk is, i don’t think.  ’
‘  pillow talk could either mean something you do after sex or it could mean what’s like sleepover talk.  ’
‘  do you tell ghost stories after sex?  ’
‘  all very effective for– for murder.  ’
‘  they stabbed him so hard that the knife bent.  ’
‘  you would think that there’d be at least one witness.  ’
‘  you see someone running through the forrest covered in blood, you’re probably not gonna bat an eye.  ’
‘  that’s not how the forrest works.  ’
‘  excuse me, sir. why are you covered in blood?  ’
‘  i’m glad to know that you would be the worst crime scene witness of all time.  ’
‘  oh, you were phrasing it in a dramatic way.  ’
‘  what is it about killers– that they want to be caught so badly… or like they want to get as close to being caught without being caught?  ’
‘  i can’t put my mind into the mind of a criminal.  ’
‘  i can put my mind into the mind of a criminal.  ’
‘  some of them must be friends, others would like to plunge knives into each other.  ’
‘  i can imagine one friend of yours murdering you.  ’
‘  i’m pretty sure there was a coverup by the police department.  ’
‘  70′s and 80′s police were always just like, ‘oh, you murdered someone? you got forty bucks?’  ’
‘  great! what else do you want?! i murdered people for you! and now… what?  ’
‘  oh, so i’m the psycho cause i murdered for you!?  ’
‘  what, the police were just writing fan fiction?  ’
‘  this is just baffling to me.  ’
‘  i guess that’s their job, but can you imagine how much goddamn paperwork is involved in that? so much!  ’
‘  i’m pretty sure we’re being watched, so i kind of wanna leave, to be honest.  ’
‘  i’ve had enough of this place and i haven’t even been here that long. i hate this place.  ’
‘  this boogeyman is very thorough.  ’
‘  i guess we’re lucky he got lazy.  ’
‘  the greatest safety precautions of our time are written in blood.  ’
‘  i think they’re tired of this ongoing saga that never ends.  ’
‘  you know, i actually disagree with that last sentiment.  ’
‘  this is like straight-up end of days shit going on.  ’
‘  this could’ve been the beginning of the zombie apocalypse, in my mind.  ’
‘  i’ve daydreamed about having an amazing bunker that has satellite tv.   ’
‘  ‘bad advil’ sounds like a shitty indie band.  ’
‘  the wild west was the 80′s.  ’
‘  in the 80′s you could walk in a store, pocket a soda, punch a guy in the face, and then be like ‘see ya later. fuck you!’ cops wouldn’t get to your door for weeks.  ’
‘  he had books that were just titled ‘how to crime’? if he had a book called ‘how to crime’ then there’s your guy.  ’
‘  oh, yeah… nah, i’m good. eh, bit of a reach.  ’
‘  some old lady in florida bought the unabomber’s typewriter?  ’
‘  maybe this guy was really in the dog house and was just desperate for any kind of turn of affection from her so he thought, ‘i know that i’ll do! i’ll write the fbi!’  ’
‘  no, i didn’t– what, is there anything to suggest that i would chase my mom with an axe?  ’
‘  i think you wear a mask sometimes.  ’
‘  maybe you should keep digging and see what happens.  ’
‘  these are two messed up weirdos who have found each other and it’s almost a shockingly beautiful love story.  ’
‘  i don’t get it. i just wanna talk about my work and everyone just keeps seeming to bring up all my past of all the shitty stuff i’ve done.  ’
‘  ugh, this guy’s gross.  ’
‘  it must’ve been fun to be a criminal in the 80′s.  ’
‘  everything before the 80′s – just lawless.  ’
‘  get your sunglasses ready because this one is packed full of bright stars.  ’
‘  i’m good to go. i’m always ready, baby!  ’
‘  it came true so she was actually warranted in all these fears.  ’
‘  this would be like if you were eaten by a shark.  ’
‘  i thought for a second we were talking about things that are actually scary.  ’
‘  i’m gonna let this slide because i know you’re just trying to get a rise out of me.  ’
‘  does that man have a magical penis or something?  ’
‘  you think the only reason someone would go back to someone is because they have a magical penis?  ’
‘  i feel like divorce is probably a lot of work.  ’
‘  do you not know how love works?  ’
‘  maybe i don’t know how love works.  ’
‘  i have a hard time imagining someone going gaga over christopher walken.  ’
‘  i bet when you get in a room with christopher walken, he commands the space.  ’
‘  i brought some cocktail weenies.  ’
‘  one of my greatest fears is that someone will trick me into doing heroin.  ’
‘  that’s the dumbest fear i’ve ever heard in my life.  ’
‘  how many situations can you be in that would put you up to that potential danger?  ’
‘  how many parties are you going to where heroin’s involved? it seems like a lot.  ’
‘  it’s the fear that someone would come up to me on the street and put heroin in me and then i’m hooked forever.  ’
‘  here’s what must’ve happened… these forty things, in succession.  ’
‘  what are you trying to do, fuck my wife?  ’
‘  why would he make this up?  ’
‘  he– he was just trying to fuck someones wife.  ’
‘  i can’t imagine murdering someone even when drunk.  ’
‘  when you drink you can imagine murdering someone?!  ’
‘  i ate a pumpkin once when i was drunk… i just took a bite out of a pumpkin.  ’
‘  that’s a rational fear!  ’
‘  that is not a rational fear!  ’
‘  these are the musings of a paranoid man.  ’

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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So it’s our first d&d game and we were playing the starter kit campaign or whatever and they get ambushed by goblins and everyone is just having bad throws.

DM(me): the third goblin tries to hit you (a halfling rouge named edgelord) but he rolls a critical miss.
DM(me): this poor little goblin misses so bad he gets his scimitar stuck in his own side and is bleeding and profusely crying. Next in the order is you, edgelord
Rouge(edgelord): I just squat beside him and pat his shoulder to console him and calmly tell him he is my prisoner now
Dm(me): he just nods and sobs about how he has only been in this group for two weeks and this is his first fight. He goes on about how his brother is the one who dragged him into this gang and how he never wanted to be apart of it
Rouge (edgelord): I shush him because I am tired of him sobbing and I really don’t care

So later on the dwarf cleric (torgga) decides to heal their new goblin friend (the goblin knows he can’t go back to the hideout bc he will be killed for being captured and figures he can be nice to these adventurers) and then they find out that the goblin is named Twig and basically adopt him as their pet. They decide to even buy him a collar with his name when they get to phandolin.

Boyfriend! Yoongi♡

Originally posted by sugagifs

∙ okay straight up…studio sex bitch
∙ fucking any time any place
∙ kinky bitch
∙ y’all can make it work
∙ you can never read his emotions on his face, but once you were alone with each other, he would tell you everything
∙ he wouldn’t be scared to be vulnerable around you
∙ when you wake up before him (which is rare cause you’re both fucking koalas and sleep for the majority of the day; the other members h8 u) and try to get out of bed, his arms would be around your waist and wouldn’t let go for shit
∙ even when you tell him to let go he doesn’t even say anything; he just holds you tighter
∙ and whenever he’s tired and you want to stay up, he lures you into bed with hugs
∙ the other members would be too scared to disturb him so they would make you go and do it
∙ secret karaoke nights btw
∙ would get pissed off and snap sometimes, but then you would act really passive and give him the silent treatment til he finally begged for you to talk to him again
∙ which the members teased him about lmao
∙ matching mua fuckin hair colours bish
∙ chains too 3 dollars
∙ can get jealous 0-100 real quick
∙ but not overprotective he lets you do you and he trusts you
∙ but he makes it obvious he’s your bitch and you’re his
∙ “why are you texting hOBI”
∙ fondly watches you sleep, but it ain’t creepy it cute
∙ s a v a g e couple

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:

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

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.”

anonymous asked:

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


  • 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.


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!)


Requests open for got and bts

Originally posted by jypnior


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

- 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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You Don’t Sound Like You

Summary: Namjoon and Y/N broke up because of his schedules, and his lack of time. A year and a half later, he finds out she has a new boyfriend, and that she has changed completely. Will Namjoon work his way into Y/N’s heart again or will he leave Y/N be?

Word Count: 3015

Song: That Don’t Sound Like You - Lee Brice

Originally posted by jjeonguk

Girl, I’m glad you called, first heard you talk

It took me a second cause I couldn’t hear your drawl

And that don’t sound like you

No, that don’t sound like you

“Hey Joon, uh, I know you’re busy right now, and you’re probably still at the award show, but I just wanted to call and congratulate you. I’m happy for you and the boys. You did it Joon, you did it.” And with the sound of ruffling and fuzziness, the call ended. Namjoon looked down at his phone, and instantly pressed play again on the voicemail that you had left him.

He listened to it - 2, 3, 4 times. He couldn’t help but think to himself that you sounded different. Almost as if you were tired, there was no excitement in your voice. You sounded too proper, you were trying too hard. He had to keep checking the name, just to make sure it actually was you.

He was used to the screams of sheer excitement you shared with him after he performed, or when they released a new song. He was used to your voice being so loud, that he had to tell you several times to lower it, and even though it never worked, he still loved it.

And now, when he finally hears your voice, when he finally took the time to listen to it - it wasn’t the same.

I know it’s been a while, I don’t mean to pry

But when I asked you if you’re happy I didn’t hear a smile

“Hello?” Namjoon’s eyes went wide, and he set down his wallet that was in his other hand. He was just expecting the call to go to voicemail, but he was in shock when you actually picked up.

“Y/N.” He pressed the phone closer to his ear, to make sure he can hear you and focus on you and nothing around him.

“Hey Joon.” There it is again, your voice. It has no life in it, and it’s bothering him way more than it should be.

“Is everything alright?” He asked, as he leaned forward at the edge of the bed, with his elbows on his thighs.

“Yeah,” you took in a breath and let it out, trying your best to sound happy, because you were right? “Everything’s alright.”

“Thanks for the call, it means a lot.” You nodded your head like he could see you, and you forgot that you had to use your voice.

“Yeah no problem, I’m proud of you.” It’s like you didn’t even care is what bothered him. You seemed so lifeless, and it was finally enough for Namjoon to speak up.

“Y/N?” He covered his mouth with his fist and coughed into it. You hummed in response. “Are you happy? You know, with him?” He felt vulnerable, he felt like it wasn’t his place to ask this question, yet it was. He was concerned, you were different, you weren’t you.

“Yeah, I guess I am.”


And that don’t sound like you

Nah, that ain’t the girl I knew you always sounded like

After he pressed the red button to end the call, he laid back into his bed and slid his hands down his face letting out a huge sigh. He was always worried about you, but not to this extent. Hearing you talk to him, and him finally paying enough attention, it’s eating him alive.

He just wants the old you back.

Truck tires on a gravel road

Laughing at the world, blasting my radio

Cannon ball splashing in the water

Doing whatever whenever you wanted


The sound of laughter was heard throughout his car. Loud enough that the music that was turned up as far as it could go, wasn’t loud enough for you. You were in the passenger seat, as you stuck your hand out the window and felt so carefree, laughing at everything around you, making up jokes along the way.

And with one hand on the steering wheel, and the other one interlaced with yours, Namjoon looked over at you and smiled like he never before. He had everything that he could dream of: BTS, making music for a living, family, friends, and most importantly - you.

“What are you looking at?” You giggled as the car came to a stop, where you reached your destination of a private pool.

“You.” He leaned over and kissed you on the lips, and when he pulled away your smile was engraved in his mind.

He sat in the pool and waited for you to come out of the bathroom after changing. As everyone was enjoying their drinks, and talking amongst their group of friends, there was no other person that would cannonball into the pool other than you. Water went everywhere and people covered their drinks as they glared at you. When you came back from underwater, you slicked your hair back and giggled and bowed at everyone.

“God only you would do something like that.” Namjoon wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you close. You splashed his face and tried to get out of his grip but he held on tighter and splashed you as well.

Your laugh was his favorite sound on the earth.

*End of flashback*

What did he do?

‘Cause you don’t sound like you anymore

And that laugh is still his favorite sound to this day. It’s hard to remember when the last time he heard it. But after hearing you on the phone, he’s almost positive that you don’t laugh like that anymore. He’s almost positive that you aren’t as happy.

He’s almost positive, that you need him.

Your pretty brown hair, you always loved it


“Jesus Y/N you need to cut your hair. I get tangled in it every time I lay down!” Namjoon moved a little from his spot on the bed as you gathered your hair into your hands and did a small hug. He rolled his eyes at your actions laid back onto the bed.

“Never Joon! My hair is too precious to cut!” He laughed and shook his head, as he moved closer to you.

“Whatever you say Y/N, you look stunning with long hair, and I bet you would look gorgeous with short hair.” He kissed your nose.

“I’m still not getting a hair cut.”

“I’m okay with that.” He ran his fingers through your hair, as your eyes fluttered shut from being so relaxed. “You’re beautiful Y/N.”

*End of flashback*

Guess he didn’t like it so you just cut it

And that don’t sound like you

Nah, that ain’t the girl I knew you always sounded like

Here you were, backstage with a headset on, a clipboard in your hand. You landed a job at MBC Music, and you were to keep the idols on time for their performance on stage.

You knew that one day you would see Namjoon. You knew that one day you would have to knock on BTS’ door, and tell them that it’s their time to perform. You knew all of this would happen, and today is the day.

You walk up to the door, and knocked loud enough for them all to hear. Someone responded with a ‘yeah’ and you opened the door with your clipboard close to your chest.

“BTS. You’re on in ten.” All of the heads flew up in the air. They all knew that voice, and who it belonged to. Hoseok took the one earbud out of his ear and looked at you. “Y/N? Is that really you?” You nodded your head and bowed at them.

You only saw 5 of them, Namjoon and Jin weren’t there which you were fine with. “Hey guys. Uhm, you need to head to the stage.” They all got out of their seats as you walked away from them and bumped into someone’s chest. “I’m sorry.” You bowed and took a step to the right, but his voice caught you off guard.

“Y/N?” You turned around and there he was. You were face to face with Namjoon.

“Hey.” You said it quietly, and gave him a little smile.

“I didn’t know it was you, your hair.” He pointed to your shortened hair now. It was in curls and it came past your shoulders, something you never thought you would do.

“Yeah, uh Y/BF/N actually thought I would look better with short hair.” And that sentence made something bubble up in Namjoon’s body. You changed the way you look just because he thought you would look better. You would never do something like that.

“Long or short hair Y/N, you look good either way.” You let out a nervous smile and bowed at him.

“Well, I have to go. You have ten minutes to be up on stage.” And with that, you turned around and walked away from Namjoon as he stood there in the middle of the hallway watching you leave.

What kind of hold does this dude have on you?

Truck tires on a gravel road

Laughing at the world, blasting my radio

Cannon ball splashing in the water

Doing whatever whenever you wanted

Namjoon watched as silver car came into the back lot to pick you up. You opened the door and slammed it shut, and the window rolled down. You had a blank stare on your face. What exactly was going on?

He watched as you were leaving, and you reached your hand to the radio to turn up the volume, that someone else’s hand slapped yours away indicating that the music shouldn’t be too loud. And when the car got closer to Namjoon, he saw you with your hands placed perfectly in your lap, and the guy in the driver seat telling you something. You look uninterested.

And as the car tires squealed away, he knew that you weren’t happy.

What did he do?

'Cause baby you don’t sound like you anymore

Oh, anymore

KM: I saw you leave today from MBC… is everything okay?

Y/N: Never better.

KM: Cut the shit Y/N. What’s going on?

Y/N: Nothing. Get off my case.

KM: You aren’t happy Y/N, I know it.

Y/N: I may not be happy, but at least he’s always around when I need him.

And just like that, Namjoon was out the door heading to the apartment that you still lived in when you two were together.

That town, that job, that guy

You can leave them behind, girl, you know you’re better than that

If you wanna come back, you can come back

Baby, come back to

“Namjoon what the fuck?” He walked right past you, fuming. You closed the door that he left open and you leaned against it. “Why are you here?”

“Because of that!” His voice was booming. You didn’t know what he was talking about.

“Because of what?”

“Because of the way you talk Y/N! You’re so fucking laid back now! There’s no life in your voice! What the hell happened!”

“Namjoon, nothing happened this is me.” He shook his head and licked his lips.

“This isn’t you Y/N. The Y/N I knew wouldn’t cut her hair because her boyfriend told her to. The Y/N I knew would turn the radio up so loud that it would make your eardrums bleed. The Y/N I knew would always have a smile on her face, and would always be laughing at something. This isn’t you Y/N.”

“Why do you even care Namjoon! We aren’t together anymore! You were never around to see the true me anyways!”

“Well dammit Y/N because I fucking love you! That’s why I care!” He walked closer to you and place his hands on your shoulders and ran them down your arms until your hands met. “Because I love you Y/N.” He whispered to you, almost inaudible. “And don’t bring up that I was never around, I know I wasn’t always there, but I made an effort to always be there. You were my world Y/N, fuck you still are.” You turned your head to the side and shook your hands out of his. Tears were forming in your eyes, this was something you weren’t expecting tonight.

“Namjoon,” You looked back at him. He never took his eyes off of you. “Don’t say that please, I have a boyfriend now.” You were begging him. You were telling yourself that you loved your new boyfriend, he was everything to you, but Namjoon was still above him.

“Leave him.” It came out of his mouth so naturally, so confidently.

“Namjoon…” You got interrupted.

“Y/N. Please.”

“I can’t.”

“Let me show you why you can.”

And he grabbed your arm and lead you downstairs to his parked car.

Truck tires on a gravel road

Laughing at the world, blasting my radio

Cannon ball splashing in the water

Doing whatever whenever you wanted

The windows were down in his car. The same car that the two of you rode in everyday. The radio volume wasn’t up too loud, until one of your favorite songs came on. You quietly hummed it to yourself, until the chorus approached and you started singing out loud, but whispering the lyrics. Namjoon noticed and turned the volume up, and with each verse and chorus he turned it up more and more until you were singing the lyrics out loud.

It was like the old days. He would catch glimpses of you with your hand out of the window and your lips moving to the song. One step in the right direction.

A car was driving by you, and with your hand out the window they thought you were waving so the kids in the backseat started waving back to you. You smiled at them and waved back. You giggled and turned you head back to face the front. Another step in the right direction.


“Namjoon what are we doing here?” The car was in park as you looked out the lake.

“Going for a walk.” He hopped out of the car and came around to your side and opened up your door. You got out as he shut the door and looked around at your surroundings.

You and Namjoon walked together, making small conversations here and there and then the rest of the time was walking in silence enjoying each other’s presence.

You came to a cliff a little above the lake and you stared off into the sky. It was beautiful.

“I’m gonna jump.”

“What?” And before you know it, Namjoon ran to the edge and dove to the bottom.

“NAMJOON!” You heard the sound of water, and gasping for air and then the sound of laughter rung your ears. “Namjoon get out of there!” The water had to be cold, it was night time, you couldn’t risk him getting sick.

“I’m not getting out until you get in!” He shouted back up to you.

“Are you crazy!”

“Yes!” You took a deep breath and kicked your sandals off and before you know it, you were running to the edge of the cliff and cannonballing into the lake. You felt the water hit you, and a splash hit Namjoon’s face. You came up from underwater with your fingers plugging your nose and your hair slicked back.

You started laughing. Something you haven’t done in what seems like forever. “That was insane!” Your voice got higher with excitement, it wasn’t monotone. You laid on your back and started to float as you looked up at the cliff and the stars.

“You wanna know what’s more insane?” Namjoon said and you hummed in response. He grabbed your cheeks and kissed your lips. It was soft and gentle at first but then desire took over, and the feeling of you two missing each other for so long took over as you were trying to make up for lost time.

“I think we should get to shore.” You told him and you started swimming back with him beside you. Once you got out of the water, he tackled you to the ground and started kissing your lips yet again. You missed the feeling. Everything about this felt right, you were supposed to be with Namjoon and not your boyfriend.

“I missed you Y/N. Please come back.” His forehead settled against yours as you were both on your sides facing each other.

“Okay.” You nodded your head and rubbed your thumb against his cheek.

You were coming back to him, something he’s been wanting since you broke up.

What did he do?

'Cause you don’t sound like you

Gimme the girl I knew

'Cause you don’t sound like you anymore

Mmm, anymore

Breaking up with your boyfriend was easy to do. He agreed you two weren’t working out and that was that. You had a hint of guilt knowing that you weren’t fully committed to him.

You thought of all the times that you felt weak with him. You cut your hair, you felt stressed around him, you weren’t in love. He wasn’t for you.

Namjoon was for you, and you were for him.

Girl, I’m glad you called, first heard you talk

Took me a second cause I couldn’t hear your drawl

Namjoon woke up early, and found your face next to his as you were still sound asleep. He pushed strands of hair out of your eyes, and saw that your hair was getting longer as days passed.

Making up for lost time wasn’t hard, you both knew that you missed each other, and when you were back in each other’s arms, you both felt at home.

Thinking about it all, Namjoon was glad you left that voicemail, because if you didn’t, you wouldn’t be here right now.

You were back.

The Great Gatsby Characters As Things I've Overheard My Customers Say
  • Nick: The people I associate with are real, unlike me. I'm just some random spirit floating in the background judging them. Which might make me sound like God, which I'm not, although that'd be awfully cool.
  • Gatsby: I just gotta buy a few things for my girl, alright? Well, technically she isn't my girl anymore, but she should be, which is why I'm buying this stuff for her.
  • Daisy: Is it bad that I like my neighbor more than I like my husband?
  • Tom: This place really needs to sell Make America Great Again hats, I'm tired of these liberals.
  • Jordan: Just let me be a gay golfer and buy the rainbow clubs for me!
  • Myrtle: When I die, I really hope I get hit by a car. It just seems like the best way to go out.
  • George: Awesome, they have guns here! Oh shit, they're fake, never mind.
  • Wolfsheim: I bet you I can hack this lottery ticket, just give me a few minutes.
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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Prompt: “You’re such a bitch.”/”Don’t be fucking rude.”

You didn’t want to go to the party. You knew she would be there. You couldn’t stand her. Kendall, in your eyes, was satan. She was rude, fake, spoiled, stuck up and everything else. But no one seamed to know this but you. You had had multiple run ins with her since you and Harry started dating. She never had anything nice to say to or about you. Calling you ugly and saying you weren’t good enough for Harry and how Harry would find his way back to her, he always did. And each and every time you thought Harry would catch her in the act, she smiled and laughed, as if you were having a great conversation the whole time, as soon as he came back with a drink for you. And each and every time you wanted to slap him and make him realize that his ex, was indeed, a bitch. But harry being Harry, he always wanted to see the best in people. You didn’t know if Harry knew that she was so mean, or if he knew and chose to ignore it. Either way, as you stood in front of the mirror, sliding on your red dress, you knew just how your encounter with Kendall would go. You tried not to let her dampen your mood, though. Luckily Harry was able to take your mind off it, pressing kisses to your neck the car ride there. And you spent a good 30 minutes at the party without any sign of Kendall. But as soon as Harry left your side to get you a drink, the she-devil herself walked up to you. 

“(y/n)! Lovely to see you here.” she said looking you up and down, clearly judging you. “Where’d you get the dress, the dumpster?”

“At least I don’t have to leave the house half naked to get peoples attention.”

“Hey now, lets not be harsh. Wheres Harry? Off finding someone better I suppose?”

“Harry loves me.”

“Sure, and the Pope isn’t Catholic. Why can’t you see that you’re just Harrys little charity case. He’ll get sick of you eventually, and when he does, he’ll come running back to me. He always does. Its just a matter of time.” she said to you harshly. And just like that Harry came back,

“Heres your drink, my love.” he said and kissed your temple. You gladly took the drink from him and took a much needed sip.

“Kendall, nice to see you.” Harry said hugging her and kissing her cheek. It made you cringe. Not because Harry was hugging his ex, but if he only knew what a bitch she was…

Harry and Kendall made light conversation, before Harry quickly turned to say hello to someone else. 

“Its going to happen eventually. And when it does, I’ll be sure to say ‘told you so’” Kendall said to you. 

“God, you’re such a bitch!” you yelled, and sure enough, the small room with the small amount of people got quiet. Harry turned around, appalled. 

“(y/n)…whats gotten into you?” Harry questioned. He looked between you and Kendall. Of course she was acting all innocent and as if she didn’t spend the last 10 minutes insulting me. 

“I didn’t say anything to her Harry I swear. I was just telling her I hope she doesn’t get lonely while you’re on tour.”

“I’m so sorry Kendall. I think we should go.” Harry said sternly, grabbing your arm and leading you to the door.  The car ride home was completely silent, you were on the verge of tears the whole time. As soon as the front door closed, Harry started.

“What the bloody hell was that? Why would you call her a bitch? She’s been nothing but nice to you from the moment she’s met you. I don’t understand.”

“But Harry that’s the thing. She’s so rude to me. While you were off getting me a drink, she spent the whole time insulting me. She was saying I got my dress from the trash and how you don’t love me. She said you’d get tired of me and you’ll come crawling back to her- you always do.” 

“I know Kendall, and that doesn’t sound like her. She’s a sweet girl. If you don’t want me hanging around her, I’d rather you just say so, rather than trying to make her look bad.” he yelled. 

“So you’re going to believe her over me? Harry I’ve never lied to you. I wouldn’t lie about this. Her goal every time she sees me is to make me feel like shit when you aren’t around. Then when you come back, she acts like nothing ever happened.”

“I’m not going to listen to this. When you decide to be mature, I’ll be upstairs.” he said, and left you standing in the foyer, starting to believe everything Kendall was saying to you.

All you could do was cry. You shouldn’t have been feeling sorry for yourself, but you couldn’t help it. You picked up your phone to try and take your mind off it. As soon as you opened Twitter, hundreds of tweets blew up your phone. Deciding to see what the fuss was about, you clicked on a video taken of you and Kendall from that night. As is played, everything Kendall said to you was caught on camera. Everything. As it turns out, a fan snuck into the party and caught the whole interaction on camera as she sat at the bar. Many people in the comments were coming to your defense, as it was a known fact that you did not like Kendall. Just then you got a tweet from Harry. It said: “Don’t be fucking rude, @ kendalljenner. All the love. Hx.” 

Harry came racing down the stairs seconds later. “Oh my God, baby I’m so sorry. I had no idea. I’m such an arse.”

“Yea. Yea you are.” you said hitting his chest hard.

“Ok I deserved that. Babe I’m so sorry, I should’ve believed you. I had no idea she was so mean. Now I see why you don’t like her. And everything she’s ever said to you - please please don’t believe it. She’s just bitter she’s not as smart, kind, funny and beautiful inside and out as you are. You’re not a charity case and I love you very much. Don’t you forget that.”

“Don’t worry I know its not true. Also, you never tweet about anything personal, let alone directly at someone. What made you do it this time?”

“I cant let her get away with being rude to you. I’ve fucked up royally, and I want the public to know that I may be kind but I’ll never let someone walk all over the people I love. I don’t give a damn who the hell they are.” 

You laughed and he kissed your cheek, secure in knowing that Harry would always be there for you and have your back, no matter what. 

Let's talk about cusps!!

Cusps, or cusp signs, are these really kick ass people who are born at the very end and very beginning of their sign month. Here’s how it goes for those who don’t know. I’ll go ahead and add in my own opinion of them since I am one and that seems to be how these things go xD

Aries-Taurus: AKA the Cusp of Power- April 19th  to April 24th    Y'all are just cool beans. Seems like you got all the good traits of both Aries and Taurus. You’re loving and compassionate, but hardworking as fuck. It’s really refreshing actually.

Taurus-Gemini: AKA the Cusp of Energy- May 19th  to May 24th        I don’t know much about you guys, but I’ve only met a handful of you and I really like talking to y'all on an intellectual level. You have a tendency to be FREAKISHLY smart. Always testing the smarty pants animal on those stupid animal quizzes that they force you to take in school. Also you’re super sweet to those you know. I have one really good friend who is a Taurus/Gemini cusp and she’s the type of person who like… talks to people in line at the supermarket if she’s in the right mood since Geminis tend to be really friendly, but Taurus’ are pretty introverted so they have to be in the right mood to do it, ya know?

Gemini-Cancer: AKA the Cusp of Magic- June 19th  to June 23rd YOU!!! ARE!!!! SO!!!! CUTE!!!!! My god you’re literally the epitome of adorable and shy and creative and its just. yeah. You make the best art in the world and I’m always so excited when you get excited about something you made because its just… contagious excitement. They get over things a lot faster than Cancers do which is nice, but they’re more homebodied than Geminis which, as an Aquarius/Pisces cusp (I get along best with this sign, couldn’t you tell?) is kind of annoying at times because they wanna stay home more than not, but they’re good parents??? So it works.

Cancer-Leo: AKA the Cusp of Oscillation- July 19th  to July 24th    You know… I was always kind of confused about the definition of this cusp?? Like… oscilation…. what the fuck kind of cusp is an oscillation??? Well…. a cancer/leo cusp is a good way to explain it. Personally, I’m terrified of these cusps. My cusp and this cusp DO NOT get along very well because I’m a very shy, easily frightened person and this cusp is basically a Leo on fucking steroids. They get angry a lot, but they’re angry in like…. a prideful way???? I don’t really know how to explain it. Just. Don’t get on their bad side. From what people say though, they are really caring and extremely passionate. They make crazy good politicians and lawyers and like… powerful debating people.

Leo-Virgo: AKA the Cusp of Exposure- August 19th to August 24th Hi. This cusp confuses the ever loving shit out of me. Like.. Really a lot. They’re the most introverted extroverts I’ve ever met in my life and I never know what to do with them??? You’re all like “Let’s go out!!! And!!! Read this book in the corner because I’m tired of being out and about……” Um…. what? You love having fun, and you love expressing your feelings once you’re comfortable, but you never quite have a grasp on the exact way to do it and sometimes that really bothers you. Oh. And you REALLY. Don’t like being criticized. Like… at all. Somehow I’m friends with the most of you though so who knows.

Virgo-Libra: AKA the Cusp of Beauty- September 19th  to September 24th     I’ve only met like.. two of you, and you’re so freakin chill I never know what to do around you, but apparently you worry a lot from what I’ve read. You don’t show it though. Also, you’re actually really pretty I promise. Virgo/Libra can either be super cocky about their looks or super modest. I’m sorry this is so short Dx

Libra-Scorpio: AKA the Cusp of Drama and Criticism- October 19th  to October 24th   So I’ve never met a Libra/Scorpio cusp now that I think of it. So this is totally off of a search of things I found. Bear with me.– APPARENTLY. 1. y'all are really freakishly pretty. 2. y'all are really cool, but you don’t give up information very easily so there’s that. and 3. You really like love, but you also have a tendency to be super serious at times (not as broody as Scorpios though)

Scorpio-Sagittarius: AKA the Cusp of Revolution- November 19th  to November 24th    The epitome of the “indie hipster” cusp. They’re suuuuuuper creative. Really arty people. Tend to have a LOT of things to say about a LOT of different things which sounds like everyone, but them more than ‘normal’ I guess? I don’t really know how to explain it. These cusps are the ones that are most likely in my opinion to go into like…. journalism or like… political activism because of how wordy and creative they are. They can be really nice too if you’re on their good side but if you’re not they can destroy you from the inside out so be careful.

Sagittarius-Capricorn: AKA the Cusp of Prophecy- December 19th to December 24th    My dad is one of these!!! They’re kind of weird, but winter signs tend to get along better than the other signs so its okay xP THEY! ARE! SO! FUNNY! A lot of people don’t understand their humor though which I find really sad, but if you live with them for a while or are around them and you understand their humor and such, they’re freakin hilarious. They keep their emotions bottled, and they stay pretty happy around people they just met. They don’t like to admit to weakness either. Like…. ever. At all. They love with their entire heart, and if they aren’t feeling it, they’ll tell you if they don’t like you.

Capricorn-Aquarius: AKA the Cusp of Mystery and Imagination- January 15th  to Jan 22nd   So these people scare me. Ever had those people who just like… omit an aura of power around you? Yeah that’s a Capricorn/Aquarius. They really do scare me, but apparently they make really good actors because there’s a ton of them in Hollywood. They’re crazy good at whatever they do. Most of the time they test into the like…. flamboyant or 'party animal’ type on the aforementioned middle school animal tests.

Aquarius-Pisces: AKA the Cusp of Sensitivity- February 18th  to February 22nd    This is me!!! I am this!!! Hi!!! So we have a tendency to be freakishly creative, but really sensitive and that’s why. I don’t know if all Aquarius/Pisces cusps are like this, but I’m really really attention deficit and energetic which makes us come off as dismissive or frustrated. We do well in positions of leadership and control, but we have to do things our own way. Doing things someone else’s way is REALLY NOT OKAY with someone in this cusp. Most of the time because we’ve already thought through the most logical way to do it and saw that your way is wrong. We’re freakishly smart too, we just don’t like to show it. :P 

Pisces-Aries: AKA the Cusp of Rebirth- March 19th  to March 26th     So from what I’ve gathered, which isn't very much so bear with me…. but from what I’ve gathered you like your alone time, but you also REALLY like to party when you’re in the mood for it. Like you won’t go down without a fight if you wanna party and someone tells you no. I think that’s the Aries part? Like…. you get freakishly passionate about the things you do which comes very strongly from both sides. But then its HOW you do them that’s very much Aries-esque. Like…. I dunno how to really explain it well, but you’re very aggressive lovers, and you fight with your whole body. And yeah. There isn’t much of a better way to explain it than that. I’d say you need to chill, but I feel like if you tried to chill you'd just get really depressed and a depressed Aries is like the freakin end of the world and no one wants that. 

So yeah. Cusps are really cool. A lot of people don’t know they’re cusps. A lot of people don’t know anything about cusps. But cusps have a tendency to be about ten times stronger spiritually, but about ten times weirder when compared to the average sign. So there’s that. It’s really cool and this post is going to get super duper long if I go on about them. So I’m going to stop while I’m ahead even though this post is already like a million miles long. I hope this helps anyne who has asked me about cusps??

I edited a couple things in here so that they’d be a bit more accurate. I reread a handful after it started to gain a couple notes and realized some of the little excerpt thingies sounded like I was ragging on the cusps a little.

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)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Final Part

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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