not crazy about how this turned out

wrecker-radioactive  asked:

What if, knowing the post about how Adrien is smelling/sniffing out Ladybug it's because he smells the Bakery. Imagine Adrien going to every bakery but Dupain-Chengs. Having to explain why he has so many bakery boxes and why he stares at the employees. Or he goes in as Cat Noir an everyone is crazy about his latest review of a bakery.

AH, I LOVE THIS!!

Imagine it turns into a thing?? Chat Noir visits a bakery (looking for his lady), obviously doesn’t find her, but still takes a picture with the employees?? Bakeries around Paris start hanging up pictures of when Chat Noir visited them??? THERE’S EVEN TINY STICKERS IN THE SHAPE OF A CAT’S PAW, THEY PUT IT ON THE DOORS, ‘Chat Noir was here’.

Parisians start calling them ‘Chat’s bakeries’ and they become more popular with the teens™, etc. Poor babe just wanted to find his lady.

You have all sorts of people, the I only go to Chat Noir approved bakeries’ as well as the, ‘I thought this bakery was cool even before Chat Noir visited, so…’ and the, ‘Yeah, I’ve met him three times. We have the same taste in bakeries, isn’t that great?’ maybe some people start suggesting bakeries he could go to??? 

He always gets free boxes of treats, so (like you said) Adrien has all these bakery boxes in his room, he probably starts bringing them into school or whatever, to share.

MAYBE HE LETS IT SLIP HE ‘LIKES’ CAMEMBERT, to bribe Plagg because Adrien is abusing the Miraculous’ power shhhhhhhhhhh, AND A BAKERIES GIVE HIM MOUNTAINS AND MOUNTAINS OF CAMEMBERT, PLAGG 1000000000% APPROVES. 

Ladybug starts like??? “Why isn’t he going to the Dupain-Cheng’s bakery as well??? Excuse me???” and during patrol, “So… What bakery do you plan to visit next?” and Chat says he’s not sure. She just, “well, I love the cookies they sell at the Dupain-Cheng’s bakery…” AND BOOM.

Let's talk about LeFou's growing awareness of Gaston's crazy & why he's scared of him...

And let’s address outing because that’s totally how I read LeFou’s fear of Gaston.

LeFou had made himself so vulnerable in his and Gaston’s friendship, with Gaston clearly turning a blind eye to LeFou’s blatant crush on him, because Gaston enjoys the pampering and hero worship that comes with LeFou being in love with him. We saw how LeFou behaved with Gaston in public, who knows what kind of dirt Gaston had on LeFou from their private lives.

When LeFou finally gets the courage to call Gaston on his shit, Gaston immediately tells him to be quiet or he’ll “be next” in the line of people he gets carted off to a mad house. When Gaston threatened LeFou with the insane asylum you could see the pure horror on LeFou’s face and his fear of being outed was definitely what it invoked for me.

(Side note: we also know that Gaston was SO STRONG he could literally lift LeFou up on one arm, not to mention so vicious along with this strength that he had SOMEHOW GOD KNOWS HOW permanently scarred his best friend with his teeth?? Like LeFou had hardcore conscious you guys, and also hardcore fear of the very strong straight man he was hardcore in love with.)

Ever mess with the wrong guy?

Friend told me about a guy he knew named “Ben” and how he met out some crazy revenge:

Ben was driving himself down Johnson Rd. Now Johnson Road was one of those uncommon roads in suburbia that was kind of narrow. As he was driving, there were these three teenagers, 16, 17 and 19, walking shoulder to shoulder along the road with their backs to him. Not trying to hit them, Ben moved to the far left side to avoid them and give them enough safe space.

Turns out it was a ruse by those three kids to get cars to pass along them just like that. When he passed by them, they took out baseball bats they were hiding and started smashing his car as he passed. Took out his side mirror and minor damage.

Ben wasn’t too happy so he pulled over and got out of his car to address this, not too smart since it’s already 3 to 1 but you’ll understand in a minute. The three kids see him and realize their advantage and start charging at him, bats raised.

Now here’s where it gets good.

Ben pulls out a gun and tells them all to freeze. Turns out, Ben’s a retired Marine with a concealed weapons permit. The three kids freak out and stop dead in their tracks, arms raised. Ben directs them to get on their knees, lay facedown, and keep their arms and legs spread-out. Now this was back in 2000 when cell phones weren’t as common, but Ben happened to have one. He called the cops on the kids right then and there. He said, “My name is Ben, I’m on Johnson Road and three teenagers just attacked my car and threated to attack me. I am carrying a gun with a permit and have them on the ground and subdued, I need an officer to come by here as I am pressing charges and I want them arrested. When the officer arrives, I am the one with the gun and I will follow his instructions.”

The kids start begging for him to let them go, cursing each other, and probably giving sob stories but Ben’s not listening. The cop arrives, orders Ben to put down his gun, which he does, and then it gets better!

Turns out the cop is a retired Marine too! He hears Ben’s statement, sees the evidence, and then they have this exchange:

Cop: “So they came right at you?” Ben: “Yes.” Cop: “And you didn’t shoot them?” Ben: “No, they listened to my commands so I didn’t see the need.” Cop: “That what they’re teaching now?”

The cop then looks at the three kids and says, “You’re lucky you got him and not me, I’d have shot all three of you, coming at me with bats. If this guy would have shot all three of you dead, told me what happened, I’d send him on his way.” So the three kids get arrested and the cop tells the two youngest that they’re probably going to screw up their lives if they keep this up. He tells the 19 year old that he’s over 18 and an adult so it’s too late for him, he’s going to jail for this.

Then it gets better.

They all end up in court and, as it turns out, the judge’s son is currently in the Marines. He tells the other two that they’re going to be tried as adults too and eventually all three go to jail for the maximum sentence our state allows for this crime!

The Only Attention He Needs

Originally posted by yjarssunshine

Author: admin Jazzi

Warning: fluff

2jae scenario

 

            Youngjae sat on the floor of the dance studio. He brought coco along just to play around while he danced. He sat with her in his lap, the weeknd was playing over the speakers.

He was so distracted, as of lately. His mind was on his leader. His hyung that he had no claim to was running through his mind like crazy.

They were close friends, or at least he though they were; until he saw how close Jaebum was to Yoo Youngjae.

He found himself avoiding the other boy all together. He couldn’t figure out his own feelings. He never cared about Jaebum having other friends; but the things Jaebum was doing with the other Youngjae, were all things he’d want to do together. He even heard them on the phone together a few nights before.

He hugged Coco as he sang out loudly. His singing turning into a loud groan of frustration.

 

“if he likes the other Youngjae better, that’s fine. I have my coco. I don’t need him.” He talked to coco.

She sniffed around his face in a cute way that made him smile.

“I’m not gonna care about what Jaebum hyung does anymore.” He said. A slight pout formed on his face as he was still thinking about it.

 

He started singing again, trying to put his heart at ease.

 

“wow your voice sounds so pretty today Youngjae.” He heard from behind him, he looked through the mirror to see Jaebum. His eyes were crinkled in a smile.

 

Youngjae stood up, picking coco up in the process. “hyung, I was just leaving.” He stuttered out nervously.

 

He went to grab his phone off the speaker. When he turned around Jaebum was standing directly in front of him.

Jaebum had him pressed against the wall. It wasn’t forceful but Jaebum was so close.

 

“You keep running away when I show up.” Jaebum said to the younger boy.

 

“I’m not running away. I’m just busy hyung.” He looked down at the floor.

 

Jaebum placed his hand on Youngjae’s cheek.

 

“ what does “if he likes the other Youngjae better , that’s fine.” Mean, Youngjae?” he said.

 

Youngjae pushed his hand away and tried to move; but Jaebum wasn’t letting him.

 

“Why are you trying to avoid me?” he asked another question.

 

“why do you suddenly want my attention? Go talk to Yoo Youngjae.” Pushed at his hyung.

 

He had gotten kind of upset.

 

He didn’t like to be forced to talk, especially when he was trying to hard not to blow up in frustration.

 

Jaebum laughed and hugged Youngjae

 

“wow you’ve been cold to me this whole time because you were jealous? That’s so cute.” Jaebum said.

“Jealous! No!” Youngjae declared slapping Jaebum on the chest.

 

Jaebum laughed more backing away from him. Youngjae’s face was turning red. He crossed his arms over his chest.

“I’m sorry for laughing,” Jaebum started, “but you’re so adorable.”

Youngjae grabbed the older boy’s shirt, “stop laughing or I’ll…” he searched for the words to finish his threat.

 

“you’ll what?” Jaebum challenged.

 

Without thinking Youngjae gripped the shirt tightly and pulled his friend close. He kissed him, shutting his eyes close.

 

He didn’t know what he was doing and he was even shocking himself.

 Jaebum’s eyes were wide as he stood still.

 

Youngjae let go and immediately trued to run away again.

 

Jaebum grabbed him and pulled him into a tight hug. A big cheesy smile across his face.

 

“You’re the only Youngjae I need attention from, silly. That’s why I came all the way down here to be alone with you.” Jaebum said.

Youngjae hugged him back tightly. Jaebum planted a gentle kiss on the younger boy’s forehead.

Before either could say anything, Youngjae ran to coco who was peeing in the corner.

I’m sorry if this is beating a dead horse, but this Crazy Ex Girlfriend discourse has got me HEATED! It just goes to show that even in a nuanced, well-written show created by a feminist who has actually dealt with mental illness, people will STILL blame the woman for everything that goes wrong in her life! ESPECIALLY if she’s “crazy”!  (spoilers ahead)

Sure, fans won’t actually call Rebecca crazy- but they’ll adopt a faux-concerned tone, talk about how she needs to sort out her issues and figure out her problems before she gets into a relationship, and then blame everyone leaving on HER. If we hold Rebecca accountable for her actions, then we have to do the same for Greg and Josh. The relationships weren’t “doomed from the start” because of Rebecca’s mental illness. Maybe they were doomed because Greg was initially only interested in Rebecca because she was unattainable and uninterested, or because he turned to substance abuse instead of directly addressing his feelings to Rebecca. Or because Josh, who clearly isn’t in touch with his real desires and thinks that having a pretty GF will complete him, moved from Valencia to Rebecca to Anna back to Rebecca again, in a series of dramatic “romantic gestures” (hooking up with Rebecca immediately after being dumped by Valencia, moving in with Rebecca immediately after getting together with her, etc). 

PLUS, GREG HAS MENTAL ILLNESS HIMSELF, that he didn’t even address until he had already royally fucked up the relationship, and yet the failure of the relationship is STILL Rebecca’s fault, because she’s the mentally ill woman, and she should have just fixed herself instead of burdening Greg and Josh! Oh please! Give me a break! GREG AND JOSH SHOULD HAVE FUCKING FIXED THEIR ISSUES INSTEAD OF USING REBECCA AS AN ANSWER TO THEIR PROBLEMS. That’s the real irony of the show. Rebecca is perceived as the “crazy chick”, who destroys everything she touches, and chases relationships instead of ~working on herself~. Greg and Josh both engaged in equally dramatic, destructive actions.

For Greg, that was getting shitfaced drunk and abandoning Rebecca at the wedding, and for Josh, that was springing a proposal on Rebecca in the middle of her therapy session and then leaving her at the altar.  But please, explain to me again how Rebecca is the sole reason for these relationship problems. 

What if...

What if, in the next episode, the reason why the sheriff needs to talk to Jughead is because he is broken into some place where he is planning to live, and they find out about Jughead being homeless, so someone need to take him in and take care of him, and that turns out to be the Coopers… 

Originally posted by alyciadubnamcarey

i mean, they are crazy and all, but Alice actually seems to like Jughead, for a change, and imagine how cute that would be for Bughead <3

Juggie and Betty walking to school together

Juggie and Betty working on their “murder investigation” in Bettys room

Jughead helping Betty and her dad fix cars

Juggie and Betty going to pops together in the afternoon before going home

Betty writing in her journal, while Juggie is writing on his novel

Jughead sneaking into Bettys room late too say good night…


I mean, i doubt thats going to happen, but the idea of it is still friggin adorable.

Originally posted by phebobuffay

When you’re being intimate with a POT/Sd/client , and he says “what do you want me to do to you” what is your go to thing to say?
This is the one thing I hate, I don’t want to tell him what really turns me on because I’m always afraid he’ll ruin it for me, like I’m not into anything crazy freaky I just don’t want him to ruin my vanilla sex in the future.
I had an old SD who nearly ruined me getting eaten out. I sometimes still cringe when anyone goes down because I think of the horrible times I had with that one SD.

I usually say" do what you like babe", and they usually just turn me over and do doggy style or w.e, but I’ve had men try to get me to talk about things I like and how they can make me cum more

I FUCKING HATE DURING SEX WHEN THE GUY IS LIKE “ cum babe come on cum for me, I want you to cum ” like that is a huge turn off on it’s own, sugar and vanilla world.

I just want to say to him “I want you to cum, so sex can be fucking over and you can get your old sweaty ass body off me,”

I wondered as a kid why “Misty’s Song” never got the “Pikachu’s Jukebox” treatment. It doesn’t surprise me so much anymore, if only because of the lack of footage. Think about it - how many episodes have scenes of Ash and Misty camped out at night, doing the kind of head turns that would match the lyrics of that song?

“He Drives Me Crazy,” on the other hand, has broader lyrics, and Brock’s “Two Perfect Girls” did get the “Pokemon Karaokemon” treatment, so it does still surprise me that this never happened.

Of course, to really work, they would’ve had to rearrange and rerecord the song, like they did with Brock’s, to fit the roughly one-minute time limit they set for themselves on this segment. And I don’t have the tools to recreate the pokeball lyric generator, or a reliable source for footage to ensure consistent quality, so this is a rough approximation.

(Made this at the same time as the Valentine’s videos. You try making three videos on the same subject at the same time, with limited footage, and tell me how easy it is to avoid using the same clip twice.)

Work on Me

Pairing: Dave Lizewski  (Kickass) x Reader
Summary: You and Dave get assigned a project to work on together for class and one day you come over to work on the assignment, and you walk in on him shirtless which leads to sexy time ;))
Warning: sexual tension, sexual thoughts, lots of smut
A/N: My brother and I had a Kickass marathon the other night so I just started writing this and it turned smutty adkslfm I know how crazy me writing smut while thinking about Aaron Taylor Johnson woah very unpredictable

but seriously if you like Aaron in any of his movies just read this, even if you haven’t seen kickass. P.S. This is almost 4k words because I got carried away! Yikes Im sorry! No im not

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Day 18… so on fleek!

Tiger blood, positivity, & action oriented are the best ways to describe how I am feeling. I wish the world would give whole 30 a try so they could even begin to slightly understand the effects of the poison food we put in our bodies day in and day out. It’s a strange place to be in right now because I feel like I can be very open with my whole30 tribe, yet I am protective with who else I speak to about the radical changes that I’m experiencing on whole30; for I know the judgement that will ensue simply because others won’t understand, think I am crazy, or in turn feel poorly about themselves (this is the last thing I want to do to someone).

Anywho, my energy levels are at an all time high, I find it difficult to sit down without accomplishing something. Prior to whole30 I would get home, cook dinner with wine in hand, and sink into the couch. Nowadays, I conquer the world and YOU CAN TOO!!

So with all of my energy and motivation, I took a step I’ve been dying to take for a REALLY long time! I signed up with the Institute of Integrative Nutrition, I am going to be a Certified Nutritional Holistic Health Coach, YAY! I couldn’t be more excited to begin transforming myself in order to start helping others be the best version of themselves.

Taking the plunge back into school has been a long time goal and I believe that NOW is my time. A little over 5 years ago, I found myself in a dark place. Fresh out of graduate school, 40 pounds heavier, low self-esteem, depressed, and a life full of toxic unfulfilling relationships. I avoided the scale and just started to settle into “well if I just stay this weight for the rest of my life, I’ll be fine”. I avoided mirrors, deleted “fat” pictures off Facebook, and simply tried to pretend it wasn’t happening. I didn’t workout because when I tried it was beyond discouraging, what do you mean my ex-cheerleader, gymnast, & softball player self couldn’t barely run more than 1 block without dying! I was so unhappy, with no will to change. I figured I was so far gone that it was beyond repair.

I’ll never forget the moment of clarity, I looked at myself in the mirror in the tj maxx dressing room, as the clothes I was trying on didn’t fit and I thought who is this girl and how did it happen. I began to cry happy tears, in a sense, as this was my moment of awareness and change. Mind, body, and soul nutrition became my priority and I was going to get my life back!!! I started eating a 90% raw until dinner diet 5 days a week, only associating with a positive peer circle (these are some of my favorite people in the world now), started practicing yoga, & and pushing myself to workout no matter how difficult it was. I’ve spent the last 5 years of my life educating myself on wellness, experimenting with food and fitness, sharing my knowledge with friends and family, and offering advice to anyone who will listen. I feel incredibly empowered when I help others with their wellness as I remember how I felt 5 years ago to how I feel today! I have so much more to learn and give, and I can’t wait for my new journey to begin! Plus, how serendipitous, after making my school registration official, I pull up to my first meeting of the day, look up, & see this sign….

xxoo – Amy

Princess of Carrion is the 6th queen....

Okay guys! I have a past post explaining how and why I believe the princess of Carrion is Mor.

(You can find that on my page)

BUT. That might not be where this topic ends.
At the end of my last post I mentioned how the Book of breathings and the king of hybern mention something about royalty for the first time in the book, when Mor is mere inches from them. (This info can be found on pages 586 and 602)

But it turns out I was wrong. There is a few other times in the book a queen/princess is mentioned.

Yes. I’m talking about the mortal queens.

Okay, I know this sounds crazy, but consider this. When We are first introduced to the queens (Page 382 ish) there are only five, but we know there are supposed to be six. Yet, no one seems to have any information about where or what the sixth queen is doing. They claim she is ‘unwell’, on page 383. But ‘unwell’ could always mean immortal.😉

The real suspicion hit me when not a paragraph after they claim the sixth queen is ‘unwell’ this happens…
“Mor stalked toward us, her crimson gown floating on a phantom wind. The golden queen sized her up with each step, each breath. A threat- for beauty and power and dominance. Mor bowed at my side “it has been a long time since I met with a mortal queen.” The black-clad queen placed a moon-white hand on her lower bodice. “Morrigan- the morrigan from the war.” They all paused as of in surprise. And a bit of awe and fear. “ (ACOMAF page.384)

So when I first read over this meeting I thought nothing of it. We know Mor has played a big part in the past war. Yet, by the end of the book we still only know very vague details about how she ended up in the middle of the war.
Think about it, if she was just a random girl from the court of nightmares how did she end up smack dab in the center of an all out war.
What if she wasn’t a random girl.
What if she IS the 6th queen.
It makes sense if you find the amount of subtle hintsSarah has so brilliantly laid throughout the book.
For instance if Mor IS just a girl from the night court that just decided to help in the war, why the hell are the mortal queens scared of her?

Unless she is the sixth powerful queen that they know would kill them if she found out what their plans are.
It also makes sense as to why the mortal queens want to be immortal. Their sister was gifted immorality and they wish for the same perfect power.

Next is the fact that they seem not to care about the opinion or power of anyone, but they are fearful of/respect Mor.
”'The Book will remain with us. We will weather this storm-“ “that’s enough,” Mor interrupted. She got to her feet. And Mor looked each and everyone of those queens in the eye as she said, “I am the Morrigan. YOU KNOW ME. What I am. You know my gift is truth. So you will hear my words now, and know them as truth- as your ancestors once did.” The queens did not speak a word.“ (ACOMAF page 387.)

All through the meetings with the queens they are disrespectful and rude to everyone, but whenever Mor talks they seem to shut up. Again, if she is just a girl from the court of nightmares why do they show her any more respect than feyre or Rhys?
Because she’s a queen.

with this information it changes one of the quotes I used in my past reasoning for why Mor in the princess of Carrion.
"She froze. Stopped a foot from the throne. Her knife clattered to the floor. The king rose "what a mighty QUEEN you are,” he breathed. And Mor backed away. Step by step. “What a prize,” the king said, that black gaze devouring her. Azriel’s head lifted from where he was sprawled in his own blood, eyes full of rage and pain as her snarled at the king,“don’t you touch her.” Mor looked at Azriel- and there was real fear there. Fear- and something else.“
(ACOMAF page 602-603)

This quote is pretty self explanatory until you consider all I have said and what happens at the beginning of this chapter. The Mortal Queens come into the throne room explaining why they want power and how much stronger they will be because of it. Then when Mor, the only person the queens seem to fear, gets close to the king he calls her out blatantly for being a queen. Something the book of breathings indirectly does as well. (You can read about that in my past theory)

I am completely aware this does not solidly prove anything. This is all just speculation, but it’s fun to think about…

Plus who else thinks that if this is true it’s going to be awesome. If you have any comments on this I would love to hear them.

numbertwooflorien  asked:

I'm writing this story about a brother and sister that have been through almost everything togetor BUT the brother always gets the better end of the things. After a while the Sister begins to resent this and turns evil, turning to the enemy side. If you do them, can you help me with dialogue for when the brother finds out?

Hi there!

• “How could you do this? How could you join them?”

“Maybe I wanted to do something without you for once.”

• “You’re crazy.”

“No, I’m just tried of always getting the short end of the stick. I’m taking things into my own hands.”

• “We’ve been through everything together… How could you end up so different, so evil?”

“We may have been throught it all with each other but not equally. I’m tired of you always getting it better than me.”

• “So what? Things ended up better for me sometimes. That’s life.”

“Well, I’m changing my life.”

• “I get it. You’re jealous of me. That’s still not a good enough excuse to go to the dark side.”

“Can’t I do anything just because I want to?”

• “You’ll regret this. One day, you’ll realize how stupid you’re being.”

“And that day is not today.”

• “Please sister, I’m begging you. Anything you think you’ve been cheated of, I’ll get it for you. Don’t do this.”

“It’s too late. I already have.”

• “I hate who you’ve become.”

“I hate what got me here.”

• “Who has the power now, brother?”

• “Is it worth it?”

“Huh?”

“Is betraying your own family worth whatever you think you’re achieving?”

“We may be blood, but we’re not family. We stopped being family when you started screwing me over.”

How Nygmobblepot would turn out

if I were a Gotham writer:

Edward goes full Riddler because Edward Nygma cannot live with the fact that, yes, he did kill someone he loves in cold blood. The Riddler does not think about the fact that Oswald pointed out that green is his colour. The Riddler insists he is absolutely Fine, that he is, “100% sane, 0% crazy.” 100% of people totally believe him, and 0% of people admit they can hear his tortured screams at night.

Oswald returns from the dead, somehow, the details don’t matter. He was literally saved by a gang of penguins that escaped from Gotham Zoo, okay? It doesn’t matter. After his miraculous resurrection, and a visit to the tailor, Oswald goes full Penguin. And he’s a mess. So entertaining to watch! Like a well-dressed car crash!

Penguin and Riddler, between them, make Gotham the Most Murdery City in America. There are SO many dumpster fires.

Somewhere amidst the corpses and burning garbage, Penguin and Riddler get the chance to kill each other. After much shooting and stabbing, signifying nothing, Penguin mockingly refers to Riddler as “old friend” and Edward Nygma remembers that he once had a friend. He remembers what he has done such a good job of forgetting: that he loves Oswald.

With Ed’s guard down, Penguin then stabs him, likely with an umbrella knife because why not. Penguin feels triumphant up until the moment Ed looks up at him and says, “What is worthless to one…” at which point Oswald freaks out, races Ed to the hospital, and threatens to kill every doctor and nurse in the place if they don’t save his friend.

Ed lives, they wear each other’s bathrobes, and Gotham is still a terrible place to live.

random music lyrics meme;

contains: angst, fluff, nsfw. some lyrics can be taken both sfw and nsfw way.

“I don’t bite, but I heard you might. So let me feed your appetite.”
“My little puppeteer.”
“Yeah, we started off as friends, but this is not a Kelly Clarkson song and not how it ends.”
“Everything about you was lies.”
“Thought I knew you, but you were disguised.”
“Save face and get out of the town.”
“’Cause you are nutcase!” 
“You’re freaking me out.”
“You’re devil!”
“You’re the filthy piece of trash.” 
“You’re so damn evil.”
“You are so out of line.”
“Are you crazy?”
“You are psycho, and they all know it too.”
“Shut up and dance with me.”
“And turn the bass up!”
“I like it loud.”
“Now move your body so the rhythm can set you free.”
“She/He can love you good, but I can f*ck you better.”
“I can f*ck you better.”
“I remember those days when I waited for you.”
“After that goodbye you gave me, I searched for you.”
“Despite out goodbyes, surely, we’ll meet again.”
“I can feel chemicals kicking in.”
“What are you waiting for?”
“Say goodbye to my heart tonight.”
“The feeling of your locked in m head.”
“I don’t care I’m down for what you want.”
“You will never bring me down.”
“Tell me why I feel unwanted?”
“Damn, if you didn’t want me back. Why’d you have to act like that?”
“Babe, I know you want it.”
“Say that you want me every day. That you want me every way. That you need me.”
“I love you and despise you.”
“Say you want me. Say you need me.”
“You’re gonna be with me!”

There is always a man eager to explain my mental illness to me. They all do it so confidently, motioning to their Hemingway and Bukowski bookshelf as they compare my depression to their late-night loneliness. There is always someone that rejected them that they equate their sadness to and a bottle of gin (or a song playing, or a movie) close by that they refer to as their cure. Somehow, every soft confession of my Crazy that I hand to them turns into them pulling out pieces of themselves to prove how it really is in my head.

So many dudes I’ve dated have faces like doctors ready to institutionalize
and love my crazy (but only on Friday nights.)

They tell their friends about my impulsive decision making and how I “get them” more than anyone they’ve ever met but leave out my staring off in silence for hours and the self-inflicted bruises on my cheeks.

None of them want to acknowledge a crazy they can’t cure.

They want a crazy that fits well into a trope and gives them a chance to play Hero. And they always love a Crazy that provides them material to write about.

Truth is they love me best as a cigarette cloud of impossibility, with my lipstick applied perfectly and my Crazy only being pulled out when their life needs a little spice.

They don’t want me dirty, having not left my bed for days. Not diseased. Not real.

So they invite me over when they’re going through writer’s block but don’t answer my calls during breakdowns. They tell me I look beautiful when I’m crying then stick their hands in-between my thighs. They mistake my silence for listening to them attentively and say my quiet mouth understands them like no one else has.

These men love my good dead hollowness. Because it means less of a fighting personality for them to force out. And is so much easier to fill someone who has already given up with themselves.

—  My Mental Illness Is Mansplained To Me Again, Lora Mathis
Obi-Wan and Anakin Watch The Season Finale

[a continuation of this post, in which Obi-Wan and Anakin get really into watching a soap opera/serial drama that is totally not exactly like their own lives]

Obi-Wan: [clutching a tissue, red-eyed] I…I can’t believe they DID THAT.
Anakin: [wiping tears with the heel of his palm, sniffling] Holy shit. I’m gonna be messed up about this for weeks. [typing into his Twitter, talking as he types] “Unfollow me now…this is gonna be the only thing I Tweet about…”
Obi-Wan: How could he betray his best friend like that? I’m never going to be OK again. 
Anakin: I don’t know, man, I don’t know. I am so fucked up by this. 
Obi-Wan: I can’t believe the president turned out to be the guy behind it all along. I thought that was just a crazy fan theory. I…I just…
Anakin: I thought they couldn’t make anything worse after they killed off the mom in season 2.
Obi-Wan: When he said that thing about how he’d always considered them brothers…[voice cracks] And then he had to kill him…[blows nose]
Anakin: [reading his phone] OK, the holonet is already saying they think he’s not actually dead.  
Obi-Wan: Oh right, like he’s just gonna come back next season as, what? A half-human cyborg? 
Anakin: Man I’m not putting anything past the writers at this point, OK?
Obi-Wan: Can we please talk about how his wife was pregnant with twins though?
Anakin: I was not ready for that. 

First Time

Anon Requested:  Can I get J-Hope smut with 17 and 25 please? 💚💚💚

Okay so I have to give HUGE HUGE HUUUGE PROPS to @kpop-cutie17 because she basically set this whole thing up because I couldn’t think of a plot. So THANK YOU. Plus holy hell look how long this shit is I went overboard.

Originally posted by hohbi

Pairing: J-Hope (Hoseok) x Reader

Word Count: 2291

“It’s okay I couldn’t sleep anyways.”

“You make me crazy.”


You brought your hand up and lightly knocked on the door, getting no answer you decide to walk into the room.

“Nammie, are you in here?” You asked as you opened the door. Your brother nowhere to be found us usual, you haven’t actually spent time with him in what seems like forever. You shrug and turn to walk out of the dimly lit room and just as you were about to turn around a voice breaks through the darkness.

“He’s at the studio. He left a while ago.” Hoseok says rubbing his eyes slightly causing his nose to wrinkle which you always found cute about him.

“Did I wake you up? I’m sorry, I should’ve been more quiet when coming in.” you apologize and walk to Namjoon’s bed plopping yourself onto it, your body sank in the mattress and it spelt like your brother. You missed your brother, you’ve only seen him about four times since you arrived in Seoul and you’ve been here for a good three months. Jesus I’ve seen Hoseok more than my brother. You thought to yourself, you had to admit the two of you grew closer, and you’d never seen Hoseok as anything more than a friend up until recently.

It’s okay I couldn’t sleep anyways.” His voice breaks you from deep thought. “Hey, I know you miss Namjoon, he said he’s sorry that he’s always busy and that he’ll make it up to you if that makes you feel better.” he chuckles attempting to lighten the slowly saddening mood.

“It’s whatever, I’m used to it, it’s been like that since we were younger.” You shrug, you really were used to it. Ever since you both were little Namjoon would always be doing his own thing. “Listen I know this is going to sound weird, but is it okay if I sleep with you tonight?” you ask sitting up on the bed and fumbling with your fingers.

“Um, I don’t know if that’s too good of an idea (Y/N) what if your brother comes home?” he says eyes widening with worry, “You know how he gets about you, and I don’t really want to die anytime soon.” You thought some more. Why did you have to be the leaders younger sister? Why couldn’t you be just some friend of theirs?

“You and I both know my brother lives in the studio, that’s why I never see him, just answer the question Hoseok.” You say firmly hoping that your tone of voice would persuade him.

“Fine, but only tonight, and don’t tell Tae, you know how much of a gossiper he can be.” he says chuckling once again. You moved slowly trying to hide your excitement, you walk to his bed with a straight face and get into his bed. Slipping under his covers you wrap your arms around his torso, laying your head on his chest. “What are you doing?” You notice how stiff Hoseok is now.

“I’m cuddling with you, what does it look like?” You say in an almost teasing tone.

“Why?”

“Just cuddle with me.”

“You know what (Y/N), you’re so demanding just like your brother. Is everyone in your family so damn bossy?” he says pulling you closer to him. Unintentionally you let out a small almost inaudible moan of content. Your heart began to race. Did he hear you? Probably not, hopefully not. Quite honestly a side of you didn’t care if he did but you didn’t think he’d actually comply to this request because he made such a big deal about you getting into his bed. Slowly you drifted off, you loved the thought of someone especially Hoseok holding you while you slept, you found comfort in him. Just as you were about to fall asleep his voice brought you back to your senses.

“God, you know you make me crazy, right?” As soon as the words left his mouth your head snapped up and looked at him in the eyes.

“What did you just say?” you questioned, eyes wider than the moon, you were elated at his sudden confession, but also wondering if he was half asleep and didn’t mean the words he just said.

“Huh? I didn’t say anything.” his face turning bright red and even in the dim light you could tell.

“Jung Hoseok, what did you just say? There’s no one else in this room except me and I don’t sound like a man.” your heart nearly jumping out of your chest. Silence. It was so quiet you thought you could hear the blood flowing through your veins.

“I think you’re hearing things (Y/N). I said nothing!” He argues with you, not wanting to admit his sudden confession.

“Well then I guess I’ll just go back to the guest room.” you say getting up from the bed huffing, you felt the sudden rush of cold go over your body. Just as you were about to reach for the doorknob his voice broke the silence that followed you

“Fine!” he says crossing his arms over his chest like a child, “You want me to admit it? Well fine! You make me crazy. You know how hard it is to look at you every day and know I can’t have you because of your brother? It drives me fucking insane!” He says getting off the bed and walking towards you. Those words send chills down your spine, but you don’t move. You’re still facing the door. You can’t even think about what to say. You’re lost in him, in his words.

“I-I-” you couldn’t even form a sentence.

“Please just don’t say anything, I don’t want to hear it. You think I don’t notice how you look at me?” he says embracing you, “I notice everything you do. Like how you try to hide the fact that you snort when you laugh, or that you don’t like it when your food touches so you had your mom send you divider plates.” he says into your neck softly kissing the skin. “I notice everything and it drives me mad.”

“Hoseok I-I don’t think we should be doing this.” you say to him, but you know you’re lying and so does he. You’re loving every minute of it. You never knew someone’s lips could be so soft.

“You’re lying, I know you are. You always tense up when you lie.” he’s sucking at the skin now and you let out a soft moan, “I know you so well (Y/N).” He moves his hand down your stomach. “You know, you sound so pretty when you moan. I hear you sometimes, when you think everyone is asleep.” Your knees begin to buckle but his hand soon grips your waist and pulls you against him holding you up. His hand slips under your sweat pants but just before he can do anything you blurt out.

“Hoseok, I’m a virgin.” Your face flushed and your body on fire.

“I know, and by the way I heard you earlier-“ His fingers slip under the thin layer that separated his fingers from your heat and he lets out a groan. “-God you’re so wet already.” At this point you’re bright red and numb from the amount of sexual tension in the air. In an instant his hands pulled away from your heat and grabbed your hips, turning you quickly and slamming your back against the bedroom door. His lips don’t hesitate and find yours. His hands go back to the hem of your sweats and slips his hand back in.

“Hoseok.” You moan out, his lips quickly latch onto the skin of your neck leaving love bites along your throat. Without hesitation Hoseok slipped two fingers in easily, your head fell back against the door and a loud moan escaped your lips. It felt good, his fingers pumping into you, it didn’t hurt either. You’ve fingered yourself plenty of times so this wasn’t anything new to you other than the arousal that was dripping from you. He slowly added a third finger and suddenly you felt the burning in between your legs. His hands were still but you could still feel the pressure in between your hips. Your body tensed up and your eyes screwed shut.

“Hey, hey, hey. Look at me.” His voice was low but it had a comforting tone to it. Your eyes fluttered open, tears brimming your eyes lightly. “I’m not going to hurt you okay, but if something hurts you have to tell me.” His eyes were full of worry that much you could tell. His fingers slowly began rocking up, a groan escaped your lips but you didn’t stop him. “(Y/N).” His voice was stern but his fingers kept moving.

“I’m fine, keep going.” You breathe out.

“Are you-“

“Yes I’m sure. I want this and most importantly I want you.” You interrupted him, eyes locking onto his.

Once hearing the last words leave your mouth Hoseok pressed himself against you and pressed his lips to yours, his fingers rocking faster. The pressure was still there but the burning sensation subsided with pure arousal.

“God you’re so beautiful (Y/N), I just want you all to myself.” Hoseok mumbled against your lips. You slowly pulled back and looked at him.

“Then have me, I’m all yours Hoseok.”

His fingers stilled and slowly removed themselves from you. Hoseok stood up straight and you just now noticed how he loomed over you. “Are you sure?” A simple nod answered his question.

“I want you to be my first.”

Before you knew it you were placed down on his bed and he was soon hovering over you. His lips found yours and hands made their way under your shirt. Your hands soon mimicked his actions and a groan escaped his lips. You couldn’t help but laugh slightly at that, the effect you have on him.

Your hands tugged on the bottom of his shirt signaling him to take it off. He quickly sat up and pulled his shirt off throwing it on the floor. “So demanding.” Hoseok shook his head, a big smile spread across his face. His hands tugged on your shirt now, sitting you up and slipping the shirt off of you. You gasped as the cold hair hit you, his eyes grazed down your body. “God you’re so beautiful.”

His lips found yours again, deepening the kiss. Everything about Hoseok had been gentle with you, to his kisses and touches. You grabbed his hand and brought it down to the hem of your sweats.

“Off?” He asked between kisses, to which you nodded. His hand slipped into the waistband of both your sweats and panties and pulled them down slowly before tossing them into the bedroom somewhere. His hands ghosted up your thighs, he took a long look at you, hands resting on your hips. His eyes slowly made their way up to meet your eyes. His eyes showed multiple emotions. Nervousness, Fear, Trust, Love. It was all there, he showed it all to you with a simple look.

You just nodded, grabbing his hand in yours and smiling up, reassuring him. “It’s okay.”

With that he slowly slipped out of his boxers and brought himself over you once again. He smiled, reaching over to the bedside table and pulling out a condom. He rolled it on quickly before lining himself up with you. He grabbed one of your hands and moved it up by your head, lacing his fingers with your and squeezing it gently as he began to push into you. You knew Hoseok was big but he seemed to be bigger than you thought. You bit your lip to stop you from crying out but the tears welling up in your eyes caused panic to rise in him, he came to a halt stopping once he had pushed his whole length in. “Oh god, do you want to stop? Am I hurting you? You have to tell me if it hurts.” Your hand was squeezing his at a tight grip. You took in a deep breath and nodded slowly.

“I’m okay, you can keep going.”

“Are you sure? We can wait-“

“Hoseok, I promise you I’m okay. Now please can you-“ His lips cut you off this time. He began with small thrusts. Your eyes closed again and you whimpered. After a short amount of time, Hoseok sped up, increasing the length of his thrusts.

“Fuck (Y/N).” Hoseok groaned, his head fell on your shoulder, speeding up even more. You gasped and began to meet his thrusts. The sounds of skin slapping skin and your moans were the only sounds to be heard in the bedroom.

“I-I..Close.” Was all you were able to gasp out. You felt the knot form in your stomach and Hoseok’s thrusts became erratic. Slurs of swear words and names were sent flying out of both of your mouths. After a few more thrusts you came un done around him moaning out his name. Your walls tightened around him and soon after Hoseok joined you. His thrusts slowed down as you two rode out your orgasms. He soon pulled out of you and got up to toss the condom before coming back over to you and taking you in his arms. You were still breathing hard and you felt the slow throbbing begin to pain you.

“How was that? Are you okay?” You nodded, snuggling up against him. He pulled the sheets over the both of you, kissing the top of your head.

You were content in his arms. Happiness filled your whole body while you laid there in his arms, nothing could have ruined this moment.

“Hoseok? Have you seen (Y/N)?” Your brother’s voice called out from behind the door.

Except that.