not sure how to shove law into this

Sweethearts

hi guys!!! sorry it’s been awhile since u heard from me - i have been busy and stressed and just wrote this lil belated valentine’s themed daydream because ???????? 
anyways i am garbage for young lin so here i love you all lets hope this isn’t as trashy as i think it is i definitely didn’t write this procrastinating writing muse definitely not i am a better person than that

summary: isn’t valentine’s day SO lame? very lame. especially without a tall, dark & dorky teenage boy to cheer u up.
word count: 2100+
warnings: belated holiday spirit?????? unapologetic cheesiness??????

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Little Letters 10 : Double Date

This was a request from @martinthedragon :) Hope you like this.

You can read all parts of Letters from War and Little Letters here

I have a NEW Letters fic coming soon! I’m gonna call it Letters: In Another Life. Right now it’s just one chapter, I may make it a dabble series too, not sure yet!


“Why are we doing this again?” Natsu grumbled, he was glaring at himself in the bathroom mirror while zipping up his jeans.

“Because Mavis wants to,” Zeref was fastening his tie when he walked into the bathroom. No matter how many times he saw his little brother shirtless, Zeref couldn’t help but stare at the scars covering his once smooth skin.

“So what?” Natsu limped as he walked, he was finally getting the hang of his new leg. He shoved shoulders with Zeref as he passed.

“She’s about to be your sister-in-law,” Zeref sighed, following him back to the guest room that had become Natsu’s since the accident almost a year before, “don’t you want to hang out with her more?”

“I hang out with her plenty,” Natsu pulled on the tight black dragon shirt Lucy had given him for Christmas, before she had even met him, “I wanted to go to Lucy's…”

“Lucy will be there too, you know.”

“It’s a double date!” Natsu whined, “That’s so lame!”

“They are not lame, it’s just two couples going to dinner together,” Zeref raised an eyebrow at Natsu’s wardrobe choice before laughing and walking away.

“But you’re so boring!” Natsu fell back on his bed, dreading this night already.


“I’m so glad we’re doing this! With the wedding only a few weeks away I was afraid we’d have no time!” Mavis cheered.

“I am too!” Lucy lifted her wine glass to clink with the fellow blondes, “I don’t know why we waited so long.”

“I do,” Mavis giggled as she gestured to the men quietly watching their dates.

“Don’t look at me,” Zeref raised his Brandy to his lips, “it’s all him.”

Scowling, Natsu twirled the beer in his hands.

“It’s OK,” Lucy whispered, lacing her hand together with his under the table. When her boyfriend looked at her, she winked. She would rather it be just the two of them too.

Natsu squeezed her hand, giving her a half smile with a softness in his eyes that he reserved for her.

“Aww, you two are so cute!” Mavis gushed.

Natsu blushed furiously, taking a big gulp of his beer. Lucy just giggled and laid her head on his shoulder.

Zeref moved his arm to drape it over Mavis’ small frame, “What is everyone getting?”

They discussed their choices in food, and the brothers argued what was better for you: Steak or Grilled Chicken.

“Anyway,” Natsu huffed, he had lost interest in the argument when Zeref pulled his doctor card, “what are we doing after this?” He stared at his brother, daring him to say something stupid. Zeref was the never the best planner, Mavis had left him out of most of the wedding planning for a reason. And leave it to his stupid brother to plan a date outside in the middle of January.

“Any good movies out that you would like to see?” Zeref smiled kindly towards the two women.

“Not really,” Mavis shyly began to play with her long curls.

“I don’t even know what’s playing,” Lucy shrugged, she wasn’t a big movie goer.

“Oh, OK…” Zeref’s mind went blank for a second, “we could always go for a walk in the park?”

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Forbidden

Prompt (given by anonymous): Could you write Crowley x Reader when the reader is an angel but they both fall for each other?

Warnings: inner turmoil, prelude to smut, Crowley’s a manipulative ass.

Word Count: 423 


You hated coming to earth… It was so dirty, so full of sin. Even the most good of humans were still full of sins, the most basic of them. Lust, greed, hatred! It was everywhere. But alas, you wanted to help your brother, Castiel. You agreed that the world, as sinful and broken as it was, should not be destroyed, as your father decreed that humans were above angels. You didn’t truly understand how that could be true, as they were so sinful, but you trusted your father. You truly did.

So you came to earth, attempting to help him gain access to purgatory, and the souls within, so that Castiel could stop the civil war that was being waged in heaven. Sadly…. That meant going to earth, and interacting with a less than desirable someone. Crowley – the king of hell. He was a demon, the worst of the worst. He gave in to all types of sin, and even encouraged it in others. It was disgusting.

But there was something oddly alluring, about him, and it affected your vessel physically, causing you much distress. What made things worse was that Crowley could pick up on it, using his powers as an ex-crossroads demon. He would often flirt shamelessly with you, calling you less than holy names. Castiel seemed to ignore it, but you had no idea how.

He was now sauntering over to you, a wide smirk on his face, “If it isn’t my darling angel. It’s been so long, kitten. I missed your stoic wit.”

You clenched your teeth, “It’s been less than a day, Crowley.”

“Has it now? A day is like a year from you, my lovely little slutty angel.”

You whirled on him, slamming him into a wall, “I am not a slut. How vulgar.” You shoved off, and stormed away a few feet, before stalling instantly as you heard him call, “Then a virgin?”

You glared at him, “None of your business, Demon. I haven’t met my mate yet, so yes, clearly.”

Crowley smirked, “Want me to fix that? You’ve been so fidgety and pent up… I’m sure we could arrange something.”

You looked at him with an appalled gaze, which slowly gave way to one of curiosity, “I just want my vessel to stop… Tingling. It’s distracting!”

Crowley grinned, “I have an idea, but it is forbidden by most laws of society and angel/demon interaction.”

“I don’t care at this point. Just make it stop.” You said softly.

“I can do more than make it stop.”


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Crutchie, Cursed: Chapter Two

Thank you for all of your support for this AU!! Here’s the second chapter!

The first chapter can be found here, or just by searching #crutchie cursed.


“Here’s the thing, Crutchie,” Katherine said, as the pair strolled through the new mall that King Snyder had supported, probably in some attempt to raise morale for his current rule, “and don’t take this the wrong way, but you’ve been acting strangely.”

“Strangely?” Crutchie asked, laughing. “It’s just the stress of the coronation and the fear of the direction that this country may go next week. That’s it.”

Katherine hummed uncertainly. “I don’t think so. I’ve been thinking about our friendship and have you ever noticed that you just seem to always… do what people tell you to?”

“I like to follow rules,” Crutchie whispered, his stomach sinking. Back, before his father had died, he had commanded Crutchie not to tell anyone about the curse. He had tried, before, but the words always lodged in his throat, blocky and unwieldy, and he could never form them correctly. Crutchie had even tried writing it down, but his hand had spasmed, getting thick black ink all over the parchment and his clothes. His mother had yelled at him about that. Crutchie hadn’t tried to tell anyone, since.

“Follow rules, I get that. But, Crutch, you do everything that Oscar and Morris want of you. That’s not following rules. That’s following orders.”

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For Better Or For Worse

Summary: You ignore Sam’s advice and go on a hunt alone, resulting in serious injuries, a concerned brother-in-law and a furious husband.

Words: 1,292

Sam x Reader

Warnings: Very brief, very light gore, mentions of domestic violence (not from Sam or the Reader)

Your name: submit What is this?

Your hands were bloody and shaking as you tried to get your phone out without causing any more damage. A sharp pain shot up your left arm as you dug into your pocket, letting you know that it was definitely a broken wrist and you really should be resting it.

But that was the issue of going on a hunt alone. You didn’t have anyone else to call an ambulance or a loved one. So you had to carry on through the pain until you finally pulled out and unlocked your phone.

“Siri,” you wheezed, holding the home button down with your chin, “Call Sam.”

It felt like an age before the voice let you know that it was ringing, and another age passed before Sam answered.

“Where the hell are you?” he asked, angrily, “I’ve left you like ten messages, Y/N. What the fuck is going on?”

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Double Dates: Tom Holland x WOC Actress

This is a sequel to Playtime, Reader and Tom go on a double date with Harrison and his new friend. 


“Drunk Karaoke!” You yelled happily. “We are going out to dinner first.”

“Dinner!” You yelled. He chuckled and shook his head. 

Tom followed behind you with his hand on your lower back. “So are they going to meet us?” You asked wrapping your arm around his. “Yeah, Haz is giving her a run down on you.” He smirked. “Why?”

“Because you can be very unpredictable and you have no filter, especially when you’re drunk.”

“I’m not that bad, am I?” You tried remembering what made them come to that conclusion. “Yeah, you’re right.”

The drive to the restaurant was quick and you two walked in. “Reservations for Holland.” Tom said. “Right this way.”

Tom pulled out the chair for you and sat down. You started dancing to the music in your head, “You didn’t drink before we left right?”

“Nope, but I am going to in a bit.” You smiled looking through the alcoholic beverages menu. “They’re on the way.”

You ordered a drink while Tom order his usually beer. “We’ll just order an appetizer.” You nodded at the waiter. 

After your fourth drink, Haz and his friend came walking to the table. You gasped, “You didn’t tell me she had melanin.”

Tom rolled his eyes, “You’re drunk.” He took the glass out of your hand and stood up to greet them. “Hi, I’m Y?N!” You said all bubbly. “She’s a bit drunk.” Tom apologized. “Hi, I’m Morgan.” She smiled. “I’m such a huge fan of you both.”

“Awe you’re so sweet.” You slurred.You hugged Haz, “She is so cute!”

Haz blushed and Tom grabbed your arm to sit you back down. “Can I get another one?” You pointed to your glass. “No, no more. I’ll tip you extra if you don’t serve her anymore alcohol.” Tom bargained with the waiter. 

You pouted and whispered across the table to Morgan, “You should just order me some.”

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Imagine Gibbs finding you dead after the bank robbery.

**Sequel to “Imagine being on the phone with Gibbs during the first few minutes of a bank robbery.” [x]**

It took an agonizingly long time for Gibbs to reach the scene. He wasn’t sure how many traffic laws he had broken on the way but Tony had still managed to get there before him.

Gibbs was making his way towards the scene when Tony intercepted him, “Boss, I don’t think-”

“Where’s [f/n]?”

Tony pressed his lips together, trying to lead the marine away from the police tape and flashing lights, “Boss, you might want to sit down-”

“Where’s [f/n]?” Gibbs fairly roared, shoving past DiNozzo and ducking under the police tape before anyone could stop him. As soon as he saw the body that was being covered by a white sheet, he felt like he was going to be sick. The world was upside down. He couldn’t breathe. He could feel Tony grabbing his coat, leading him back towards his car, turning his face away from what he was now sure was your body.

“I’m so sorry, Boss,” Tony was muttering, his eyes wide with concern. “I shoulda warned you-”

“Did we catch the guys?” Gibbs could hear his voice asking but he wasn’t sure he had spoken. He could feel his entire body trembling.

Tony nodded, “We’ve got them in custody.”

“They killed [f/n]…” Gibbs mumbled, a frown creasing his brow. He felt numb. He was so confused.

Tony hung his head, his voice quiet and ashamed, “I’m sorry, Boss. There was nothing we coulda done.”

Gif Credit: Gibbs

Little Do You Know(P. 1)

Title: Little Do You Know(P. 1)
Pairing: NewtxReader
Warnings: None in this chapter
Summary: Soulmates share everything in this world, wounds, bruises, scars, tattoos. One day the reader draws on her arm with a sharpie and later that night she gets a response.


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“That’s so crazy!” I exclaimed, giggling as Thomas took Tylee’s hand, flipping over to write ‘my girl’ on her wrist. He smirked as he held his other hand out and we all watched as each letter he wrote on her appeared on his skin. 

I beamed and hugged my best friend, taking the marker from Thomas and writing ‘Y/N was here’ on her shoulder. “Aw come on, that won’t come off unless she washes it off of her!” Thomas complained with a laugh as he looked at the mark on his shoulder. 

“That’s the point!” The smile on my face not fading. I was so happy to see that Tylee had found her soulmate and that it was Thomas. They were clearly perfect for each other. 

Newt and Minho made their way over to us, I watched as Newt looked me over, a usual guarded look in his eyes as he joined in the conversations. Minho wrapped an arm around my waist and laughed at the writing on Thomas’ shoulder. “Should have wrote something about Thomas’ grand face-plant in gym class today.” 

The Brit snickered, patting Thomas on the back. “It was quite a sight to see.” 

Thomas rolled his eyes and then looked over at Minho. “So what’s going on here? Are you guys a thing or what?”

“You know that’s against the rules, Tommy.” Newt said carefully. 

I lifted my eyes to glance at the lanky boy, before feeling Minho bristle up behind me. “You don’t know that, Newt.” He replied, his voice toned in a warning. 

“Yeah, I mean sometimes the marks don’t hit until a certain point in your life. Tylee and Thomas were just lucky that he decided to fall asleep at our last party.” I chuckled, trying to lighten up the mood. 

Tylee rolled her eyes, rubbing at her forehead. “I had the word ‘Douchebag’ written on my forehead for hours!” 

“It starts when you’re 17.” Newt responded. “You’re 17 now, right?” His eyes glanced over to mine. 

“Well yeah, but I only turned 17 a month ago.” I turned the sharpie in my hands. 

Minho watched it, taking my hand carefully in his. “It doesn’t matter. Soulmates can be friends, they don’t have to be…together.”

I looked over my shoulder at him. We knew that wasn’t true. It was law. It was how we remained loyal. You only married and had a family with your marked one.

“Well…Have you tested it?” Thomas asked, pointing at the sharpie. “I mean you two are joined at the hip, I’m sure you’re meant to be together.” 

Minho rolled his eyes, taking the sharpie from my hand. “Alright fine.” 

I looked over, watching as Newt uncomfortably switched his weight and shoved his hands far into his coat pockets. “What should you draw?” I asked with a giggle, holding my hand out so he could draw on my wrist.

“I got it.” He chuckled, nipping my earlobe before popping the cap off the marker. His hand held the back of mine, thumb running over my wrist before he started writing. 

I stared down with a grin as he drew a check mark with two boxes, the words ‘yes’ and ‘no’ written next to each box, a heart underneath. My eyes lit up and I couldn’t help myself, I took both his hands in mine, flipping them so we could all see. 

It was quiet for a moment before Thomas cleared his throat and Minho took his arms back. “Whatever, this soulmate stuff is dumb anyways.” He grunted before kissing my cheek. “I got to get to track.” 

“Call me later.” I said quietly and then waved as he jogged off. 

“You okay?” Tylee asked, watching my facial expression closely. I scanned all their faces and then gave a small smile, shrugging lightly. 

“Of course!” I tossed my backpack onto my shoulder and leaned down to tie my shoe. “It’s not a big deal. I got to get home though. I have chores.”

Tylee frowned at Thomas, but the two waved goodbye anyways. Newt giving a small nod, keeping his hands stuffed in his jacket pocket. “You’re gonna skate with me tomorrow, right, Y/N?” Newt asked, a hopeful smile on his face. 

I grinned and gave a nod, heading out towards the school parking lot. As I walked, I looked down at my wrist and frowned, sighing softly. Somewhere in this world, someone else had the same mark on their wrist and they had no idea why. 

Later that night I finally finished my chores and laid back on my bed. I stared up at the ceiling for awhile. As much as I was happy for Tylee and Thomas, I couldn’t help the feeling of jealousy that welled up in the back of my eyes, escaping in small quick tears. 

Biting my lip, I looked down at my vibrating cellphone and saw Minho’s picture. Sitting up, I grabbed it and hit the answer button. 

“Hey Min.” I smiled softly, holding the device to my ear. 

“You okay, Y/N?” He instantly asked, I could hear the worry in his voice. “You’re not seriously upset about that marker thing are you?”

I sighed, laying back on my bed. “No…I’m fine.” 

There was a pause on the other line and then he cleared his throat. “It’s not gonna matter, right? We have feelings for each other, soulmates or not.”

I shook my head, even though he couldn’t see it. Another tear escaping down my cheek. “I know. I know, but it’s just…That’s how it’s supposed to be. We’ve always been taught that.”

“And you don’t want to go against it.” It wasn’t a question. 

“I’d be going against everything I’ve ever known…” I tried not to cry, biting at my lip. “It’s not like I wanted this to happen, Min….Of course I wanted to see the writing appear on your wrist. It’s what I’ve been waiting to happen.” 

“But it didn’t.”

“It didn’t.”

“So we’re just gonna be…”

I shut my eyes. “Friends.” 

He was quiet for a bit and then I heard him sigh softly. “If that’s what you want, Y/N.” I could hear some noises in the background and then he gave a small chuckle. “I got to go…I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?” 

“Alright.” I smiled softly. “Night Min.”

“Night, Y/N.”

I hung up the phone and set it to the side, holding my hand up in the air, I twisted my arm slightly to see my wrist. My eyes widened lightly when I saw a red check mark suddenly appear in the box next to ‘yes.’ 

I jerked myself up and out of bed, grabbing the closest pen I could find. My heart was beating out of my chest as I brought the ink to my skin. 

Can you tell me who you are?

anonymous asked:

Man the whole abusive Reyes thing makes me so upset. I've tabbed back from so many fics because of it-particularly the abusive toward McCree aspect is so ?? inducing. I mean I get making him an antagonist (later as Reaper) but while he was in overwatch wtf

part of what doesn’t make sense to me is ppl who write like gabriel thought of mccree as the biggest burden he could ever bear, forgetting that he consciously gave mccree a chance at turning his entire life around. like, sure, maybe mccree got on his nerves every once in a while. he was young and probably inexperienced, so maybe gabriel got frustrated with him, but i’ve read fics where he actively makes sure mccree knows just how much he hates being his mentor or goes out of his way to make mccree feel like shit. 

and there was one fic where the author actively ignored the fact that gabriel taught mccree literally everything in blackwatch and wrote out where gabriel shoved him off onto ana and made ana his mentor. which, i’m not usually one for like “canon is Law™” in some aspects, but that kinda felt like spitting on his character to do that.

a lot of it does have to do w/ racism, especially since he’s a dark-skinned moc, but i’m white so i don’t really think i have much to say in that category. some ppl i follow like @gabriielreyes do really well in explaining that so i’ll defer to them. (and also def give ‘em a follow if ya like. their blog is a+)

anonymous asked:

Would it be greedy to ask for a third part to the amnesia fic? I'm just dying to have them like, get together for lunch or something after the phone call about the dream/memory Oliver had

It is not greedy at all, love. Also, this is probably not what you are expecting. I am sorry. :( 

“So, Oliver, how are things going?”

His therapist preps her pen over a fresh sheet of paper and glances up at Oliver expectantly. Her mouth is curved in a soft smile, encouraging and sympathetic in one twist of her lips. 

At his place on the couch, Oliver recrosses his legs and picks at nonexistent lint on his pants while he stalls. 

How are things going? 

Strange, Oliver wants to tell her. Things are…are strange.

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SEHUN I LOVE YOU SO MUCH

I JUST WANT U TO PUNCH ME IN THE FACE

SPIT ON ME

PISS ON ME

FART ON ME

KISS ME

HUG ME

FUCK ME IN THE PUSSY SO HARD I START BLEEDING PROFUSELY

THEN FIST ME WITH THE FURY OF 1000 SUNS

MAKE ME RAMEN WITH YOUR CUM

BUY ME BUBBLE TEA

DICK ME SO HARD I SEE STARS!!!!!

DICK ME SO HARD I START DOING HOMEWORK

ALL I WANT IN LIFE IS YOUR SALIVA IN MY MOUTH

IM SO THIRSTY FOR YOU ALL I CRAVE IS YOUR PISS!!!!

HEHE xD ITS SO KAWAII DESUUUU~!~!@#~$!@$

PAY FOR MY CLOTHES AND MY COLLEGE EDUCATION

DO MY HOMEWORK FOR ME

SEHUN SEHUN SEHUN OH HOW I FEEL FOR THEE

I HAVE PROBLEMS BC OF U!!!!

I FEEL LIKE I AM 12 WHENEVER I SEE YOUR FACE :DDD

I FEEL FRENCH WHEN YOU SHOVE YOUR BIG DICK IN MY MOUTH

YOU COULD HONESTLY JIZZ IN A CREPE AND I WOULD EAT IT

IM NOT EVEN JOKING I NEED HELP

I PLAN ON DRUGGING YOU SO YOU GROW 8 PENISES

THEN ILL MAKE SURE TO RECORD US HAVING SEX SO ITS LIKE OCTOPUS PORN~

I FEEL AMERICAN WHEN YOU SHOVE YOUR WEINER UP MY ASS

CUT A HOLE WHERE MY HEART IS AND FUCK IT WITH YOUR DICK 

I WOULD COSPLAY AS A DIRTY NUN FOR YOU

MY LIFE IS A LANA DEL REY SONG WITH YOU IN IT

TEACH ME HOW TO BE A HEARTBREAKER!!!~!#~!$

PISS ON ME TILL I LEARN HOW TO DRESS STYLISH

DESTROY OPPA420 FOR ME

WHISPER DIRTY THINGS LIKE “immigration quotas” IN MY EAR IN KOREAN WHILE WE ARE FUCKING SO IT SOUNDS ROMANTIC TO ME <333

STAB ME IN THE CHEST WHILE CHANTING “YEHET” VERY LOUD

RECORD WEIRD SOUNDS AND PLAY THEM AROUND THE HOUSE SO I FEEL SO SCARED I RUN OUT OF OUR HOUSE AND GET HIT BY A CAR

JIZZ IN MY YOGURT SO I KNOW ITS LOVE <3333

FIST ME AGAIN BECAUSE IM A THIRSTY HOE

IM HONESTLY SO THIRSTY FOR YOU ID DRINK A GALLON OF YOUR SWEAT PUKE AND DRINK IT UP AGAIN

PLEASE DON’T JUDGE ME I AM INNOCENT AND PURE

SEHUN SEXHUN U MAKING ME FEEL CERTAIN WAYS

FUCK MY ASS SO HARD IT BECOMES A GAPING BLACK HOLE

COVER MY BODY WITH YOUR SWEAT INFUSED UNDERWEAR

YELL THE LYRICS TO #DESU WHILE WE ARE HAVING SEX

PLAY PRIMADONNA BY MARINA WHILE WE ARE FUCKING ON THE COFFEE TABLE

IM GOING TO ENCHANT YOUR CUM TO GIVE LIFE SO EACH TIME YOU KILL ME JUST CUM IN MY ASS AND I WILL BE REBORN AND PERFECTLY OK

HOLD ME AGAINST A WALL AND TICKLE ME TILL I START CRYING AND SCREAMING “MILK ME IM A COW”

SPLIT ME IN HALF WITH YOUR DICK AND GLUE ME BACK TOGETHER

POUR HYDROCHLORIC ACID ONTO MY SKIN AND FUCK THE HOLE IT MAKES

*PLAYS CHARLI XCX- TAKE MY HAND AND SEHUN LITERALLY TAKES MY HAND CHOPS IT OFF AND MASTURBATES WITH IT*

DYE YOUR HAIR LIKE A RAINBOW AGAIN AND MAKE YOUR HAIR GLOW WHEN YOU JIZZ

HIT ME WITH PHEROMONES SO I FEEL LIKE IM GOING THROUGH MENOPAUSE

BECOME AN AMERICAN APPAREL MODEL AND WEAR THIS POST ON A SHIRT FOR THE COMPANY

PISS AND CUM IN A CAPSULE AND MAKE ME TAKE THESE CAPSULES ONCE A DAY FOR MY HEALTH

JIZZ IN ME SO MUCH I BASICALLY BECOME A SPONGE OF YOUR JIZZ

INJECT YOUR JIZZ INTO MY BLOOD SO I ALWAYS HAVE A PART OF YOU FLOWING THROUGHOUT ME <333

DIP YOUR TESTICLES INTO MY SOUP

CAST SPELLS ON ME TILL I TURN INTO A MEME

STICK CHEETOS UP MY ASS AND EAT THEM FROM THERE

MELT SOME JOLLY RANCHERS AND REPLACE MY BLOOD WITH IT THEN STAB ME AND PLACE A STRAW AND DRINK AWAY SEHUN

ADOPT MULTIPLE CATS WITH ME

ILL LICK YOUR PINKY TILL IT IS HEALED

ILL LICK YOUR TESTICLES AS WELL

ILL WORSHIP YOU

ILL CLIP YOUR TOENAILS AND SAVE THEM IN A JAR

CUT OFF MY ARM AND USE IT AS A BROOM

AYY AYY AYYYYYYYY

KILL ME AND STUFF MY BODY WITH CAKE AND JUST EAT ME OKAY

SHOVE YOUR HEAD UP MY ASS AND HIDE FROM THE CRAZY FANS

I AM NOT A CRAZY FAN. I AM HIS CRAZY LOVER

SHOVE YOUR PENIS WRAPPED IN BACON INTO MY MOUTH

STICK YOUR FINGERS IN MY MOUTH AND MAKE ME PUKE <333

STICK YOUR DICK IN MY EAR

JIZZ IN MY EAR

ILL PICK YOUR NOSE FOR YOU

POKE MY BRAIN WITH YOUR DICK

GOUGE MY EYES OUT AND FUCK THE SOCKETS 

WHEN YOU CLIMAX PUNCH ME IN THE STOMACH AND YELL “OHORAT!!”

WHISPER LINES TO THE MOVIE CLUELESS IN MY EAR

CALL ME IN THE MIDDLE OF NIGHT AND PRETEND TO BE A MURDERER BUT ACTUALLY KILL ME

USE ME AS A TOILET

SELL ME OFF TO THE OTHER EXO MEMBERS LIKE A PIMP

HELPPP HELPPP HELPPP I NEED HELPPPPP THIRST QUENCHER

WHEN WE GROW OLD BUY ME INSURANCE THANK SEHUN!!!!

DO THE HARE HARE YUKAI DANCE WITH ME ON CAMERA

DO THE HARE HARE YUKAI DANCE WITH YOUR DICK IN MY ASS

JUST DO THE HARE HARE YUKAI DANCE

WE WILL BECOME THE NEXT BLING RING TOGETHER AND ROB SUHO’S HOME ALL THE TIME FOR HIS STUFF BC HES A RICH DADDY

HEAVYYY BREATHING NOOOOOOOOOOO

WHAT IS GOING ON

SLAY MY PUSSY

FIST IT AGAIN AND AGAIN

USE MY BLOOD TO PAINT THE WALLS

SING CALL ME MAYBE FOR ME AS YOU SLAP ME IN THE FACE MULTIPLE TIMES FOR THIS POST

BLAZE IT ON 420 WITH ME AND LUHAN

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WE WILL GET MARRIED AND OUR CAKE WILL BE FROSTED WITH ALL YOUR JIZZ I SAVED OVER THE YEARS

DESU DESU DESU KAWAII DESU DESU DESU

WHAT IS GOING ON WITH ME RIGHT NOW

*plays Gee while sehun murders me*

THANK U SEHUN FOR MAKING MY LIFE WONDERFUL

I DONT UM???

SEW MY MOUTH CLOSED AND BREAK IT OPEN WITH YOUR DICK

THANK YOU FOR THIS BUBBLE TEA SEHUN

ID EAT SUSHI OFF OF YOU ANYDAY BTW

PLS PLS PLS PLS PLS PLS PLS

TACKLE ME AND DANGLE SPIT FROM YOUR MOUTH OVER MY FACE TILL I CRY

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SHAVE YOUR PUBES INTO MY PASTA

PULL ME ON STAGE AT THE CONCERT AND PUNCH ME IN THE FACE FOR THIS POST

HIRE THE TWERKING SUPERHEROES FOR ME

ID LET YOU SHOVE NASTY KOREN PIZZA WITH CORN IN MY MOUTH BECAUSE I LOVE YOU

SPRINKLE METH ONTO MY CUPCAKES LIKE ITS DECORATIVE SUGAR AND FEED ME EACH ONE AND WHEN I FAINT CUM ON MY FACE AND WRITE YOUR NAME WITH SHARPIE

I FEEL REBORN

I AM NOW KYARY PAMYU PAMYU

THIS IS ALL THANKS TO YOU SEHUN

SEXHUN HAS MADE MY LIFE 100000000000000X BETTER

CALL YOUR MOM AND SHOVE YOUR PHONE UP MY ASS

RIP OPEN MY INTESTINES AND CUM IN THEM THEN JUMP ROPE WITH THEM

I AM OVULATING BECAUSE OF YOU SEHUN

AHHH IM GETTING HEAT FLASHES

JOIN THE ANIME CLUB WITH ME SEHUN

BREAK MY NOSE AND SPELL “YEHET” WITH THE BLOOD ON MY FOREHEAD <333

STAB ME REPEATEDLY WITH A KNIFE AND FUCK ALL OF THE STAB WOUNDS WHILE I CRY IN PAIN BEGGING FOR MERCY

LASTLY JUST FIST ME AGAIN

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urgently need safe space savannah georgia

I’m in a situation where I’m no longer safe. I’m a trans woman living in the Savannah, GA area. Last night, my roommate physically assaulted me. It wasn’t too bad, but I’ve got a bruise or two and he drew blood on one spot. I’m not sure how, possibly when he was shoving me around I was shoved against something sharp. He feels no remorse about the situation. I’m afraid to contact the police because I don’t have my name change or gender marker change, and Georgia law seems to be on his side regarding whether I have a right to stay here if he wants me gone. He hasn’t touched me again since last night, but I no longer feel safe. He also said he wants me gone today.
I have a more permanent home waiting in Iowa, but not before the 17th. I already had a bus ticket to leave from Savannah on the 16th, but I need somewhere to stay until then. I just have a bag full of clothes, and a couple of largish boxes with my other things. I’d need a place to stay until the 16th, and I’d be leaving that morning.

kayesalsburey@gmail.com

Paper Towns / Calum Hood: Part 1

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head when you pulled into the parking lot of the hotel, the over-played pop music blaring through the speakers so obnoxiously that it could be heard from outside. Of course there was a wedding the same night of prom- just another irritating obstacle that this shitty town had to offer you. You quickly pulled your phone out of your pocket and opened up your photos, finding the screenshot you’d sent to yourself a few days ago from your boyfriend- well, soon to be ex-boyfriend’s phone. He had been cheating on you with your best friend for months, and it was of utmost duty and respect to yourself that you made them pay.

You had told the scumbag that you were going away to your parent’s lake house the weekend of prom, putting on a dramatic facade about how you couldn’t believe the way your family treated you so poorly. That wasn’t a total lie, though. Your parents couldn’t care less about you, and if you ran away again, they’d probably react by changing the locks to the front door.

So there you were, eight o’clock PM on a Friday night, sitting in a stolen minivan as you tried to figure out how you were gonna sneak past this dumb wedding. Everything about marriage was incredibly unappealing to you- the commitment, the nine to five routine, having kids. That wasn’t your style at all.

You rolled up the cuffs of your jacket before slinging your backpack over your shoulder, walking up to the front entrance with a fake smile and an undeniable need for revenge.

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