nothing in the world but youth

I wish the world wasn’t so cruel and heartless. I wish not giving a fuck didn’t become a world wide trend. I wish people spoke with kindness and knew what it meant to be genuine. I wish social media didn’t take so many lives and ruin so much confidence. I wish money didn’t feed the rich and I wish the poor had a voice somebody cared about. I wish the world would wake up and do something about racism rather than speak on trending topics they know nothing about. I wish knowledge was as popular as followers. I wish Tupac was still alive, to inspire the ghettos’ I wish Martin was here to motivate the youth. I wish things were so different that I’m so consumed in my world wind of “what if’s”.

Reylo/Kylo’s Redemption/Rey is not a Skywalker Evidence Masterlist

A/N: I just wanted to create a masterlist of evidence I’ve collected and seen others collect about Reylo, Kylo’s possible redemption and debunking Rey Skywalker. This is mostly for me, I wanted a clean space where I could archive it. If you have any evidence to add to any of these theories then feel free to message me!

Added 5/22/17: TFA concept art sections for Reylo and Kylo’s redemption

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“Why aren’t you married to me yet?” He asked one time, complete with laughing blue eyes and a cheeky smile.

I don’t quite remember what it was that I was doing. I probably said something amusing, or stupid or both.

But I smiled and looked at him and dared, “ask me.”

And in that moment, in the quiet of a normal mid afternoon, with the jostling background noise of the city streets below, in that dingy studio apartment I used to scrape by to afford - we really did think we’d end up together. We were no one, a pair of 20-somethings with idealistic dreams and a snobbish self-entitled depth, we shared nothing but youth, innocence, lust over cheap wine and an unhealthy obsession over each other’s laughs. We were in love. The kind you only get once in your life, when the world has only tainted you with its promises of happy endings and first loves.

Looking back now, in a way he did ask me. Not so much in words but in feelings. Those blue eyes, that cheeky smirk, the way he swept over me from across the room. He didn’t say the words but I felt them. And to be quite honest, back then, I would have said yes. Undoubtedly, unabashedly, wantonly yes.

But life happens, as you know. He broke my heart before he even had the chance to ask.

✧ — Phantom of the Opera Prompts.

❛ My power over you grows stronger yet. ❜
❛ Phantom of the Opera is there, inside your mind. ❜
❛ Your part is silent, little toad! ❜
❛ Perhaps it is you who are the toad… ❜
❛ Flattering child, you shall know me, see why in shadow I hide! ❜
❛ Seal my fate tonight. ❜
❛ I hate to have to cut the fun short, but the joke’s wearing thin. ❜
❛ Let the audience in. ❜
❛ God, give me courage to show you you are not alone! ❜
❛ Pitiful creature of darkness, what kind of life have you known? ❜
❛ I heard as I’d never heard before. ❜
❛ What you heard was a dream and nothing more. ❜
❛ Those pleading eyes, that both threaten and adore… ❜
❛ That voice which calls to me and speaks my name. ❜  
❛ And do I dream again? ❜
❛ You have come here, in pursuit of your deepest urge. ❜
❛ I have brought you, that our passions may fuse and merge. ❜
❛ In your mind you’ve already sucummed to me. ❜  
❛ Now you are here with me. No second thoughts. ❜
❛ Past the point of no return. ❜
❛ What raging fire shall flood the soul? ❜
❛ What rich desires unlock its door? ❜  
❛ What sweet seductions lie before us? ❜
❛ Those who have seen your face draw back in fear. ❜
❛ Did you think that I had left you for good? ❜
❛ Down once more to the dungeon of my black despair! ❜
❛ You’ve past the point of no return. ❜
❛ You try my patience make your choice. ❜
❛ I gave you my mind blindly. ❜
❛ Wandering child, so lost, so helpless, yearning for my guidance. ❜
❛ Have you forgotten your Angel? ❜
❛ Wildly my mind beats against you… ❜
❛ Think of me, think of me waking, silent and resigne. ❜
❛ Imagine me, trying too hard to put you from my mind. ❜
❛ Can I ever forget that sight? ❜
❛ Can I ever escape from that face? ❜
❛ Past the point of no return - no going back now. ❜
❛ When will the flames, at last, consume us? ❜
❛ When will the blood begin to race? ❜
❛ I remember… there was mist. ❜
❛ Who was that shape in the shadows? ❜
❛ Whose is that face in the mask? ❜
❛ Damn you! You little prying Pandora! You little demon! ❜
❛ Is this what you wanted to see? Curse you! ❜
❛ Now you cannot ever be free! ❜
❛ Come. We must return. ❜
❛ Those two fools who run my theater will be missing you. ❜
❛ No kind word from anyone! No compassion anywhere! ❜
❛ Say you’ll share with me one love, one lifetime. ❜
❛ Lead me, save me from my solitude. ❜
❛ Say you’ll want me with you here beside you. ❜
❛ Anywhere you go, let me go too. ❜
❛ Can you even dare to look or bear to think of me? ❜
❛ Have you no pity? ❜
❛ Your lover makes a passionate plea. ❜
❛ Let your mind start a journey to a strange new world! ❜
❛ Leave all thoughts of the life you knew before! ❜
❛ Only then can you belong to me… ❜  
❛ You alone can make my song take flight. ❜
❛ It’s over now, the music of the night. ❜
❛ Twisted every way, what answer can I give? ❜
❛ Say you love him/her, and my life is over! ❜
❛ Now, let it be war upon you both! ❜
❛ See you later, because I’m going now. ❜
❛ This haunted face holds no horror for me now. ❜
❛ It’s in your soul that the true distortion lies. ❜
❛ For the past three years, these things do happen! ❜
❛ And did you stop them from happening? No! ❜
❛ Why have you brought me here? ❜
❛ We can’t go back there. ❜
❛ I can’t escape from him/her/them… ❜
❛ Raise up your hand to the level of your eyes! ❜
❛ Refuse me, and you send your lover to his death! ❜
❛ Go now, don’t let them find you. ❜
❛ I fought so hard to free you! ❜  
❛ Say you love me. ❜
❛ Your chains are still mine! You belong to me! ❜
❛ Wait! I think my dear, we have a guest. ❜
❛ I had rather hoped that you would come. ❜
❛ Free him/her! Do what you like only free him/her! ❜
❛ Does that mean nothing I love him/her! Show some compassion! ❜
❛ The world showed no compassion to me! ❜
❛ Did you think that I would harm him/her? ❜
❛ Too late for prayers and useless pity! ❜
❛ You little demon - is this what you wanted to see? ❜
❛ Farewell, my fallen idol and false friend. ❜
❛ Look around, there’s another mask behind you! ❜
❛ Please promise me that sometimes, you will think… of me! ❜
❛ Where in the world have you been hiding? ❜
❛ I only wish I knew your secret. ❜
❛ Who is your great tutor? ❜
❛ Why you spray on my chin all the time, huh? ❜
❛ The final threshold! ❜
❛ They say that this youth has set my lady’s heart aflame! ❜
❛ Go away, for the trap is set and waits for its prey! ❜
❛ There is no phantom of the opera. ❜
❛ Look, your future bride! Just think of it! ❜
❛ Please don’t, they’ll see. ❜
❛ But why is it secret? What have we to hide? ❜
❛ It’s an engagement, not a crime! ❜

Endless List of Favourite Characters
↳Link from The Legend of Zelda

“Navi… Navi, where art thou? Come hither. Oh Navi, the fairy, listen to my words… The words of the Deku Tree… Dost thou sense it? The climate of evil is descending upon this realm. Malevolent forces even are now mustering at attack our land of Hyrule. For so long, the Kokiri Forest, the source of life, stood as a barrier, deterring outsiders and maintaining order of the world. But before this tremendous evil power, even my power is as nothing. It seems the time has come for the boy without a fairy to begin his journey. The youth whose destiny it is to lead Hyrule to the path of justice and truth. Navi, go now! Find our young friend and guide him to me. I do not have much time left. Fly, Navi, fly! The fate of the forest, nay, the world, depends upon thee!”

Types of Kakashi

1.Chibi Kakashi- Smol and angry. Rejects the sandwich you prepared for him because he made a gourmet meal while you were looking for the bread.  

2. Anbu Kakashi- Needs a hug, like woah.  Can’t sleep very well, and wants to die 90% of the time.

3. Prophet Kakashi- He has seen your future, and your future is death.  Amount of fucks given: Zero.

4. Jonin Kakashi- Is in the process of learning what it means to be a person.  Gives terrible advice.  (also known as Kakashi-sensei)

5. Icha Icha Kakashi- A cuddle monster, prone to blushing.  If that hug offer is still available, he would like it.

6. Hobo Kakashi- Wears the same flak jacket for a year. Skips out on the dinner bill, and loiters in trees instead of reading in his apartment.

7. Humble Kakashi- Saves the world.  Thinks he did nothing. 

8. Rokukashi- Can model a blanket like no one’s business.  Terrible at winking.

9.  BFF Kakashi- Elusive and ridiculous.  Generally, this Kakashi is happy with his place in life.  Comes with Bonus! Youth Power!

10. Papashi-

Originally posted by agent-69

Edited for clarification per @kokoro4kakashi and @purple-possibilities

memories 01. i don’t know if this is reality or a dream.

he grips the railing, metal kissing his bruises bittersweet. he stops. 


he looks off, sharp eyes gauging  hesitance in jin’s soft muted gaze, the warmth of his brown eyes soon replaced by film and hard glass, and it sets him back on course.


taehyung closes his eyes and leans forward, the adrenaline in his chest relieved by the sudden weightlessness caught between his heels. he inhales the pinks and oranges of the sky, the waning sun caught between his lips, and for very first time, he soars. he soars far above the ground, above the grass, above jin, and far beyond the dredges of reality he’d been grounded to for so long (and for much too long). and he keeps soaring, suspended in the silence of his chaotic headspace, soaring even farther, even as gravity tugs down his sleeves and begs at his feet.

jin watches, head booming with applause and excitement. the voices holler and cheer, ghosting whispers in his ears, knowing too well of their fixation towards the descending figure before him, as they clap-!  whoop-!  scream–!

but taehyung hears nothing. he doesn’t hear the chorus of gasps when he falls, he doesn’t hear the hurrahs, the satisfaction of having a full audience. he can only sense. sense a blank stare watching him through false mirrors and still windows. sense the impending fruit of his fall. he can sense gravity dragging plastic and glass from shaking hands to shatter on concrete as it drags him whole into the mouth of the tide, pulling jin and his illusions to drown with him.

to taehyung, the world is quiet.

let’s be        
             he smiles.        
                               young forever.

( awake!au by @caramoccii |  memories:
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So chapter 24 is a strange one for me because on the one hand it felt like complete exposition getting us to the point where Sangwoo finally learns the truth about Bum’s uncle, but then we also got a little insight into Bum’s background. Yoonjae is a dick but at least his presence was educational.

One of the more interesting things Yoonjae confirmed is that Bum’s fear of people and the outside isn’t caused by Sangwoo. When he sees him again, Yoonjae is quick to make jokes and clearly doesn’t think anything about Bum’s demeanour has changed. I think moving forward Bum’s fear is going to be altered by Sangwoo. He wants Bum to become involved in his world of murder but he can’t do that if he won’t leave the house. In fact I think that’s why we’re seeing so much of Bum outside the house - Sangwoo is acclimatising him in readiness for something big.

What’s also interesting this chapter is how Sangwoo’s reaction have changed. Usually he uses outside interaction to play with Bum’s inferiority complex but this chapter it’s subverted. When he introduced Bum to his friends, Sangwoo allowed them to make Bum their inferior so he could paint himself as Bum’s saviour. With Yoonjae however, he puts himself beneath Bum. While the decision was probably motivated by his superiority complex and the need to get one up on Yoonjae, by putting him beneath Bum, it’s still an interesting shift. In fact the whole exchange is probably the first time in Bum’s life where he was been able to get one up on somebody, even if it was entirely orchestrated by Sangwoo and all he won was a cake. I think that feeling is going to be one Sangwoo will harness in the future as he takes Bum deeper into his world. Sangwoo is incredibly dependant on Bum by this point and now he’s ensuring that Bum is in every bit as deep as he is.

Which brings us on to the main point of the chapter - Bum’s uncle. The thing that shocked me the most was how much Yoonjae seemed to know. I mean we already knew about the length of Bum’s uncles abuse due to chapter 19 but it increases the tragedy of Bum’s youth that people knew and did nothing to help. Even moreso that Yoonjae feels the need to make a casual reference to it in the middle of a supermarket. He humiliated Bum in front of Sangwoo and gave Sangwoo a reason to distrust Bum. While Chapter 24 seems a turning point in their dynamic it’s definitely been hindered by the uncle reveal. Next Thursday is going to be very interesting indeed.

I am part of a broken generation

I am part of a broken generation.

hearts marred and mutilated is the new normal
until stitches and scars form our backbone
and the stench of a world burning
and the sickness of poisoned waters
and the screams of ruined families
is the air we breathe.

I am part of a broken generation.

we watch bombs fall and economies crash
and guns blaze while children cry.
we watch violence incite violence
and hate incite hate
and we are told we must continue, we must
carry on, business as usual
as though we are not ruined
as though pain is not our daily okay
as though living with the fear of imminent ruin is not our reality.

But carry on we do.

I am part of a broken generation.

we are instructed.
we are told who we can blame
and who we can critique
and when we can say no.
we are told when we must feel sorrow
and when we are permitted to be angry
and which threats we may battle.
we can cry, but not for too long
and we can rage, but not in public
and we can shout, but only at each other.

I am part of a broken generation.

there’s no time for tears, they say
and your empathy serves no purpose
(your sympathy even less).
you can express grief
but only if you grieve every death.
you can pray
but only if you’re rich enough to donate.
you can help
but your actions can have no meaning beyond some
political agenda.

I am part of a broken generation.

our lifeblood is death
and our oxygen is destruction.
we are numb to the sounds of terror
and we do not cry at wars raging on our doorsteps.
our voices are ragged from calling into an endless chasm
filled with people who hear but don’t listen
and our hearts are weighed by the exhaustion
of fighting for a world that’s too quick to hate
and our eyes are burning from staring
at the next tragedy unfold before us
and the next
and the next
and the next

And nothing learnt.

I am part of a broken generation.

as children we’ve watched the world
set alight and burn and smoke
while gasoline is thrown over raging fires
and the abstract concept of our youth is used as canon fodder
for wars that have hardened our hearts too young
and stripped away the innocence that you preach must be preserved.
we are your future and we are becoming your present
but you ignore our voices
and you sneer at our beliefs
and dismiss us as kids.

yet we are the same kids you use to defend your own violence.
we are the future you claim you wish to protect.
where is our protection from the endless violence
and the senseless hatred
and the determination to divide us?
what future can we have when we are silenced
the moment our mangled generation speaks out
against the world you are creating?

I am part of a broken generation.

we are not kids.
we are young, but our hearts are hard
and our minds are sharp
and we are rising in protest against the world we see.
if you dislike our methods
if you wanted to avert a generation
mature before all its citizens can vote
with clearer minds and bolder thoughts that it’s elders
perhaps you should have considered
how a child’s heart must turn to steel
and innocence is dissolved by reality
when confronted by a world of meaningless destruction.

I am part of a broken generation.

But broken is our new whole.

Teenager: Actually, I thi-

Anyone age 40 and up: my honey, sweet youth,, baby child, you are but a fetus,.you know nothing of this world, small, naïve baby child of youthful infancy, you have only taken your first steps. When you grow my little sapling, when you reach my level of enlightenment, my infinite wisdom of which you could not fathom, darling child, when you pay taxes and care deeply about laundry detergent, then and then only must you form an opinion of any sort, my child

Never Take Your Eyes Off Me (a victuuri fansong)
Julia Jones
Never Take Your Eyes Off Me (a victuuri fansong)

After 3 failed attempts at writing a victuuri  fan song, I bring you ‘Never Take Your Eyes Off Me’. 

It’s from Yuuri’s perspective, about Victor. I wrote it after episode 9, because I couldn’t contain myself hahaha. Hope you guys like it! Sorry for the belty parts ;P (they’re not always on key whoops) I kinda went nuts about half way through, so keep listening!

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anonymous asked:

Why is Columbine so overrated? Virginia Tech surpassed it in kills, many kids who shot up schools were troubled teens and Eric and Dylan weren't the first duo to shoot up a school.

I think you’re focusing on the wrong thing here. It’s not about the kills. It never was about the kills.  Columbine was the first of it’s kind. It was the event like no other. Two boys, from good homes and a “top” school, working together secretly planning for months to blow up their school and kill a mass quantity of students. They caught the school administration and the authorities off guard with their pants down. The world watched in abject terror as they had never seen such a thing before calculatedly planned by our own kids. Luckily the bombs never managed to go off but the boys still managed a terrorist-like siege on the school. SWAT had no clue what sort of animal they were dealing and because of that fact, the boys were allowed the upper hand over the authority that stood outside helpless for hours.  Sure, there weren’t many kills but the psychological terror of something grand scale that had never happened before is what defines Columbine..and to this day.   Columbine was the blue print that defined all future school shootings. I hate to use this term, but this event became the “pioneer”.  Other disenfranchised kids got the message loud and clear from the boys - regardless of the Basement Tapes never being released.   Seung-Hui Cho of Virginia Tech mentioned that he himself was inspired by Eric and Dylan and ‘got’ what they did and why.  Virginia Tech was a result of Columbine.  Without Columbine, it’s not too terribly likely that Cho would’ve felt compelled to do what E & D had done to make his own rage-cry mark on the world. Virginia Tech, Sandy Hook and all the rest after it.. are a repeat performance to the point where people have become completely numb to these events.  No, it was never ever about surpassing kills.  In the end, surpassing kill count is meaningless.  Just look at Sandy Hook: massive kills and children. Yet, sadly, the world has managed to recover and forget so quickly. People tend to see it as ‘more of the same’ derived from Columbine.  Expecting to trump Columbine through kill counts is irrelevant.  It  just never was about that. Any would-be shooter that thinks it is, is deceiving themselves. They will always be another just another disillusioned, isolated, marginalized casualty jumping off the same death cliff of Eric and Dylan. Columbine will always be the definer, the start of the end of an innocent age. Yes folks, now even our youth can make war along side adults.  Other shootings thereafter are merely the ripple effect still echoing from that epicenter eighteen years ago.  The world is stuck on brushing yet another faceless, nameless shooter under the carpet and deflecting on how mental health should be better, bullying should be prevented or talks of tighter gun control.  Yet, nothing ever changes in society and the cycle of destruction continues on in this karma-like repeat spell that Eric and Dylan helped create in our global consciousness. 


It’s been almost a month since our little Valentine’s Exchange ended. We hope that everyone who participated had a fun time during the whole shebang. For those interested, here is the masterlist of the fics included in the exchange! We don’t know if more are coming but it’s been…a month…. Remember to leave a kudos or a comment, maybe, to show your appreciation to the writers! ♡

Gods, Daddies and Fake Dicks by JungTaco for lostmyjungkook

Jimin comes to Earth in search for his idol, Thor, but unexpected things await for him here.

Will you be my Valentine? by CmiMiu for SugaTheTurtle

Everyone was always scared of Yoongi that he never thought he’d ever receive a Valentine.

But every year his locker is decorated with festive ornaments and a note stuck on Valentine’s Day asking him “Will you be my Valentine?”

The secret Valentine, however, never reveals himself.

take all of me (I just wanna be the boy you like) by dokidokiharahara (anewkindofthrill) for InfernalMCR

It is way too easy for Yoongi to deceive himself with how brightly Jimin smiles at him, with how Jimin sometimes just looks for comfort and warmth when he curls up next to Yoongi after being fucked for hours. In reality, the boy would probably pack his things and run as soon as Yoongi stopped paying.

“Okay. Do your job then,” Yoongi sneers and maybe there is a hurt look on Jimin’s face.

Unfortunate fortune by otpshots for onecupoftae

Jimin is an injured fisher. Yoongi is a kind shepherd.

Burning cold thief by otpshots for onecupoftae

Yoongi didn’t understand what was going on. All Jimin ever did was loving Yoongi.

love is vivid (no we’re not in love) by btsmemehoes for okaymin

when you drown, you don’t drown when you fall into the water, you drown by staying in.

and in retrospect, that’s probably how it all began.

after all, yoongi had never been great at staying afloat anyway.

i’ll be a gentleman (‘cause i’ll be your boyfriend) by yururin for offthebeat

Yoongi isn’t an easy man to surprise, but kisses out of the blue and sudden boyfriend proposals can do the job.

when i’m with you by sassyneki for sugabox

To Yoongi, the piano is a second home. He finds a third in Jimin.

say you’ll see me again, even if it’s just in your (wildest dreams) by skyshocksuga for coconutbutter

In a world where people dream of their soulmates in the eyes of their closest friend, it was safe to say that Min Yoongi never expected to dream about his soulmate in all his naked glory.

baby take my open heart (and all it offers) by jeogi for otpshots

Jimin didn’t know what to expect when he decided to take over Taehyung’s shift at the daycare for a month, but meeting his high school crush Min Yoongi definitely wasn’t one of them.


(or alternatively, 5 times Yoongi threw Jimin off guard, and one time the tables finally turned.)

It’s you (I need you) by Penjasin for skyshocksuga

Park Jimin wishes he wasn’t so fucking unlucky all the time. That way he’d never have ended up in class, getting his heat a week too early.

Cloudy with a chance of thunder by sayfever for ryeogi

Yoongi never believed in the marks anyways.

a long time coming by onecupoftae for parkjizzmin

Yoongi and Jimin announce that they’re getting married. Absolutely no one is surprised.

to me, you’re a masterpiece by softgot7 for realitygetsdestroyed

“van gogh who?” taehyung all but yells, throwing another overdramatic wink over his shoulder. “i only know park jimin.”
yoongi simply nods along in the background, grinning when jimin sends him a helpless look.
even as taehyung continues to shout declarations to the rest of the campus, jimin can’t help but think that if he ever became famous, he’d like for the world to remember yoongi as his muse.

And So Here We Go by Pretenditwasjustadream for babygotbaek

Jimin’s a matchmaker and Yoongi doesn’t need his help.


Say My Name by rosetintedhearts for sayfever

Jimin walks in on Yoongi moaning his name as he masturbates

rookie by realitygetsdestroyed for pandapressed

Yoongi looks up from where he’s been biting marks into Jimin’s skin. “How much do you want this?”

Jimin rolls his eyes. “I was just on my knees for you, I think that’s enough to say hey, I want you to possibly put your dick in me.”

Jimin doesn’t expect it when he feels a slap against his ass, making his dick leak even more. “Don’t get mouthy with me.”

“Maybe you should get mouthy with me, right?”

Baby Fever by ThePurpleStarfish for Pretenditwasjustadream

Min Yoongi is happy. He’s married to the love of his life, he has his health, his friends, and he’s making his way into the music scene. There’s nothing more he wants.

And then Jimin forces him to walk in the cold for groceries.

screenshots of youth by florations for softgot7

Yoongi and Jimin grow old together and make a home in each other.

Compathy by MauveTarte for dokidokiharahara (anewkindofthrill)

The world had a problem, and Min Yoongi did not want to be part of the solution.

(AKA: an ArrangedMarriage!AU a little different from the norm.)

Are You Scared? by rosetintedhearts for sayfever

“Are you scared?”
“Scared of what?”
“That you’ll fall in love with me”

Yoongi and Jimin partake in a game of 'Gay Chicken’. Jimin is convinced he is going to win no questions asked, naturally Yoongi is determined to prove him wrong and wipe that smug smile off of his face.

Clumsy Love by okaymin for kemosabe

Maybe it’s the snow, or maybe it’s the cold, but something changes in the air, and Yoongi isn’t really complaining.

off the mark (i found your heart) by lostmyjungkook for JungTaco

jimin tortures himself by walking into a valentine’s day fair with a broken heart and counts how many used cans he kicks out of sheer frustration.
aka the valentine’s day au where jimin and yoongi meet for the first time and actually kind of fall in love already

Inspired by you by kemosabe for maxx

Yoongi was a piano prodigy as a child, but after an accident in their teens forced him to be hospitalized, all of their passion seemed to disappear. Now, working on a cruise liner as a pianist, he meets Park Jimin, a very wealthy (and very bored) person who promises that he knows how to get the fire back into Yoongi’s piano playing.

fall, everything (i’ll always catch you) by lovelivesinthedream for jeogi

Jimin and Yoongi were adopted in to the same family, but they were always more to each other in their hearts. Not that they’d ever admit it to anyone, including themselves.

see normal people (we’re not part of them) by ziontea for btsmemehoes

Q: where do you draw the line between good and evil, law and criminal?
A: you don’t.

(In other words, Yoongi and Jimin live the happy married life during the daytime and play cops and robbers at night.)

Fanboying Should Be a Full-Time Job by pandapressed for sassyneki

Yoongi did not expect his first encounter with his idol to turn out like this. Yet there Park Jimin stood in front of him: wearing a really flattering pair of tight black jeans, silver hair fluffed to perfection despite not being styled, and dripping wet with a horrified expression on his face as everyone was shocked into silence by what Yoongi had just done.

let’s kick the tires and light the fires by MauveTarte for ziontea

“What—" falls out of Jimin’s mouth as he watches the man whip out a marker from his sweater pocket and, oh my god, deface the back of Jimin’s ticket. The very ticket Jimin was planning to, like, frame or something when he got back home.

(AKA: Novice business man Jimin may not know who this August guy is, but he does know he’s a complete fucking dick.)

hold me tight by coconutbutter for CmiMiu

When Min Yoongi speaks, he knows what he’s saying and he means it.

And he’s saying he hates Kim Taehyung. A whole damn lot.

(Or Jimin is jealous and Taehyung is not helping. At all.)

You’re All I See by SugaTheTurtle for Penjasin

When men come to Jimin and ask him their fortune or what he sees, he’s never afraid to tell them the truth. However, when the crown prince comes seeking the identity of his bride, Jimin can’t understand why all he sees in his future is himself.

Honestly like you can write the human zoo as a place with no pain so the Diamonds think the humans would be happy or whatever the fuck but how about this

Stories of Earth being past down through the generations, if course not being perfect due to do many years and retellings, and inspiring the youth to try and explore outside of the zoo. Some of them have given up hope and just accept this is the only world they’ll ever know, nothing outside of the walls and sky. They get used to that idea and the lives they love. They’re not happy but, they’re fine.

Some of them still believe the old tales of Earth and often dream of going beyond the walls and sky they’ve known all their lives. Some of thrm depressed and bored of the same old cycle of actions every day, no choice to do anything else. They start making their own stories inspired by Earth and inspire their kids to do so.

They still have their JX91 whatever names but they have their own names given by their parents. Names are a bit different to Earth due to them having their own sort of culture. So the gems all refer to them with numbers and letters but they call each other “Grat” or “Soonven” (I imagine it’s been so many years that they have really different names)

Then Greg arrives (and they can actually pronouce his name) and they ask him where he came from and they ask him endless questions about Earth. All the humans are so excited, some of them don’t believe him at first though. Then Steven arrives and they start to believe it! And after Greg and Steven find a way out, they know they have a way out. They can leave. They can find Earth.

They try and revolt out of the zoo using every method they can, and then… Who knows.

Maybe the famethyst want to go to Earth and see their little sister, so they help them and everyone joins the CG on Earth. Maybe that starts a new war. Maybe they inspire gems on homeworld to fight their dictators.


Fall Out Boy sentence meme

Save Rock and Roll ft American Beauty/American Psycho, Centuries, Kids Aren’t Alright and Immortals edition

  • “Put on your war paint”
  • “You are a brick tied to me that’s dragging me down”
  • “I’ll burn you to the ground”
  • “We can take the world back”
  • “Doesn’t it feel like our time is running out?”
  • “No, I think it looked a little better on me”
  • “You broke our spirit”
  • “The war is won”
  • “Can’t be sure when they’ve hit their mark”
  • “I’m just dreaming of tearing you apart”
  • “I’m in the details with the devil”
  • “The world can never get me on my level”
  • “I’m a young lover’s rage”
  • “I’ve got the scars from tomorrow”
  • “You’re the antidote to everything except for me”
  • “My childhood spat back out the monster that you see”
  • “I don’t know where you’re going but do you got room for one more troubled soul?”
  • “I don’t know where I’m going but I don’t think I’m coming home”
  • “I’ll check in tomorrow if I don’t wake up dead”
  • “Let’s be alone together”
  • “We could stay young forever”
  • “You cut me off”
  • “It’s not my fault, I’m a maniac”
  • “Do you wanna feel beautiful?”
  • “My heart is like a stallion”
  • “This is the road to ruin”
  • “I’m here to collect your hearts”
  • “I don’t believe a word you say but I can’t stop listening”
  • “My old friends become exes again”
  • “Where did the party go?”
  • “I know I expect too much”
  • “You know I only wanted fun then you got me all fucked up on love”
  • “You and me are the difference between real love and the love on TV”
  • “My old aches become new again”
  • “So let’s fade away together one dream at a time”
  • “See how dirty I can get them”
  • “Anything you say can and will be held against you, so only say my name”
  • “It will be held against you”
  • “I’d trade all my tomorrows for just one yesterday”
  • “I know I’m bad news”
  • “I saved it all for you”
  • “I want to teach you a lesson in the worst kind of way”
  • “Letting people down is my thing”
  • “This town ain’t big enough for two of us”
  • “I don’t have the right name”
  • “I have twice the heart”
  • “I’m here to give you all my love”
  • “Did you get dressed up?”
  • “I can’t stop it when there’s chemicals keeping us together”
  • “How the mighty fall”
  • “How the mighty fall in love”
  • “Your crooked love is just a pyramid scheme”
  • “I’m dizzy on dreams”
  • “If you ask me two’s a whole lot lonelier than one”
  • “We should have left our love in the gutter where we found it”
  • “You think your only crime is that you got caught”
  • “It’s getting clear”
  • “You’re never coming clean”
  • “I’ll lock you up inside and swallow the key”
  • “I know you said not to call unless I’m dying”
  • “I just hope that when you see me I’m not see-through”
  • “I’m either fuckin’ or workin”
  • “I’m a dick, girl/boy/baby, addicted to you”
  • “I know I’m the one you want to forget”
  • “Cue all the love to leave my heart”
  • “It’s time for me to fall apart”
  • “Now you’re gone but I’ll be okay”
  • “Maybe I’ll burn a little brighter tonight”
  • “I miss missing you now and then”
  • “Sometimes before it gets better the darkness gets bigger”
  • “The person that you’d take a bullet for is behind the trigger”
  • “We’re fading fast”
  • “Give me your filth”
  • “Make it rough”
  • “Let me let me trash your love”
  • “I am the best you’ll never have”
  • “I wanna see your animal side”
  • “I need your broken promises”
  • “I want the guts and glory”
  • “Don’t take love off the table yet”
  • “We are alive”
  • “Oh there you go; undress to impress”
  • “You can wear the crown but you’re no princess”
  • “Let’s get you wasted and alone”
  • “We’re gonna die”
  • “It’s just a matter of time”
  • “I’m either gone in an instant or here ‘til the bitter end”
  • “What I’ve got will make you feel more alive”
  • “I’ll be your favorite drug”
  • “We’re the beginning of the end”
  • “It’s all over now before it has begun”
  • “We are wild”
  • “Do you wanna feel a little beautiful baby?”
  • “Come on make it easy, say I never mattered”
  • “Are you ready for another bad poem?”
  • “Remember me as I was not as I am”
  • “If my heart is a grenade”
  • “We’re all fighting growing old”
  • “You need to lower your standards”
  • “I’m the lonelier version of you”
  • “I just don’t know where it went wrong”
  • “She’s/he’s/they’re sick and she’s/he’s/they’re wrong”
  • “I’ve seen bigger”
  • “I’ve lived better”
  • “Run for your life”
  • “Until your breathing stops”
  • “I need more dreams”
  • “I cried tears you’ll never see”
  • “So fuck you, you can go cry me an ocean and leave me be”
  • “You are what you love, not who loves you”
  • “Wherever I go trouble seems to follow”
  • “Whoa, how’d it get to be only me?”
  • “Cause we don’t know when to quit”
  • “She’s/he’s/they’re an American beauty, I’m an American psycho”
  • “I think I fell in love again”
  • “Maybe I just took too much cough medicine”
  • “I’m the best worst thing that hasn’t happened to you yet”
  • “We’re the things that love destroys”
  • “You will remember me”
  • “Remember me for centuries”
  • “We’ll go down in history”
  • “No, it’s nothing wrong with me”
  • “The story’s all off”
  • “Come on and let me in”
  • “I never meant for you to fix yourself”
  • “I can’t stop ‘til the whole world knows my name”
  • “I am the opposite of amnesia”
  • “You look so pretty, but you’re gone so soon”
  • “We’ve been here forever”
  • “I could scream forever”
  • “We are the poisoned youth”
  • “Maybe I bit off more than I could chew”
  • “I’d do it all again”
  • “I think you’re my best friend”
  • “I’ll be yours”
  • “I’m not passive but aggressive”
  • “It’s not impressive
  • "I still feel that rush in my veins”
  • “They say we are what we are, but we don’t have to be”
  • “I’m bad behavior but I do it in the best way”
  • “I try to picture me without you but I can’t”
  • “We could be immortals”
  • “I’m still comparing your past to my future”
  • “Live with me forever now”
Beast - Kylo Ren (Version 2)

Here’s verison 2! I’m giving you a warning, this is very dramatic, there is some drinking, and it’s very long! I hope you like it! Message me with feedback! 

Originally posted by tfareylo

Kylo Ren was infamous throughout out the galaxy, known as the poster boy for The first Order. He was cruel, unwavering in the fight against the Resistance; but you got a view of him that no one else did, even from your prison cell. You could remember the pictures of a smmiling little boy that General Leia had showed you. How could any love the beast he had turned into? Either way, she had entrusted you with her secret and now you could use it against her long-lost son. While you were on a scouting mission, your ship was jumped by a First Order Star Cruiser. The memories of Stormtroopers flooding the halls of your ship were still racing through your mind when the door to your cell opened one day. In the doorway stood the dark figure of Kylo Ren. You felt your knees threaten to buckle under the fear, but you thought of the cause and from that to your family. You had joined the Resistance to protect them and the possibility of being captured was part of the deal.

“You are strong,” echoed the robotic voice, “but not as nearly as strong as me.” You held your ground, standing before the hooded creature. You didn’t reply to his pointless statement, you knew who he truly was and that was your greatest strength. “Too scared to answer me, well, I do wish that changes during our interrogation.” The heavy metal door shut behind him and as if on queue, the chair in your room shot out behind you. A force pushed you down into the chair and you realized this was by his doing.

“Now,” he started, “tell me what your gang of killers was looking for.” Your nose twitched at his order. Your crew had been looking for any sign of First Order inhabited sections of galaxy when you were attacked; when members of your squad were murdered by the enemies.

“We’re the killers?” You hissed, catching the masked creature off guard. “We are not the killers here, the Resistance are the saviors. We will bring peace to the galaxy, the very peace you stole away.” Kylo Ren cocked his head to the side, as if examining you.

“You’re Y/N L/N, according to the files we found on your ship.” You tensed at the sound of your name, flashing back to the sounds of your comrades screaming for help as they were shot down by Stormtroopers. You gazed down at the floor, trying to block out the haunting memory. “A pilot, a very skilled pilot at that.” You continued to stare at the bland grey flooring, ignoring the monster that stood above you. “But that’s not why we spared you out of all the rest,” this peaked your interest. You gazed up at the masked figure, as if telling him to continue; and as if under your spell, he did. “I spared you because of what you know.”

“So what are you going to do,” you asked with a cocky tone “hold me captive forever?” Kylo Ren remained quiet, as if calculating your suggestion. “One just doesn’t forget their enemies real name,” you paused, “Ben Solo.” The creature lunged forward at the utterance of his real true name, but no harm was inflicted upon you. You locked your gaze with the eyes of the mask, staring but seeing nothing that lead you to believe that, whatever was hidden within was in fact human. Only prior knowledge confirmed the doubts that swirled in your mind. This was in fact him, the small boy you had seen; but now he was grown and a well-known murderer of the innocent.  He pulled away from you, his dark cloaks flowing as he moved.

“No, you fate is far worse than this prison cell,” he muttered, turning his back to you. He stepped forward and the door to the cell opened. “I hope you sleep well, Y/N.” With that final statement, he walked out of the small room. When his darkness disappeared behind the metal door, the force holding you against the chair lifted and you were able to move once more. That was until, the door opened again and a Stormtrooper hit you with a stun blast.

When you awoke, you found yourself covered by a heavy blanket. You sat up in the soft, large bed and looked around the large room. Dark curtains hung against the window, they were open and showing off the forest landscape outside. You crawled out from under the blanket to look outside the window. The forest outside resembled that of Endor, but the grassland to the left was unfamiliar to you. You looked down at yourself, taking in the dark clothes that adorned your body; clothes that weren’t your own. You turned around, taking in the rest of the room. A dark red, almost maroon wallpaper matched the rest of the gothic theme. A dark wood vanity, without a mirror, rest against the far right wall, nearest to the door. An open door at that.

You crept towards the door, peeking your head outside of it. Down the hall, you noticed more doors and a painting of the what you assumed was the grassland outside. You walked quietly towards the painting, admiring the piece of art. You heard footsteps fall from behind you but you waited until they grew closer to spin around. You extended an arm as you spun around, but the man behind you caught it before it could hit the side of his head.

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and i’ll stand
tongue dripping
in awe
over the mess
these two hands
will leave.
and i’ll stand
and chest heaving
as my back is burned
by my shower water.
and i’ll allow
the slimy hands
of guilt
and gluttony
find their way
into my ribcage
latch onto
my bloody, beating heart
and squeeze
and squeeze
and squeeze.
they make
a mess of me.
in another life, there is passion and secrets to be held in the mouths of the youth.
in this life, there is nothing but the guarantee of smoke and two-way mirrors.
lay down your weapons, your pens, and your books.
lay down your vices, your fears, and your grievances.
lay down your head, your lover, and your heart.
lay down your life for the chance of becoming a valiant hero.
you will always be at war with the world.
arm yourself.
or will you allow its sword to nick the back of your heel?
will you allow for your best friend to bleed out in your arms?
will you allow for the heavens to become more beautiful with the addition of your lover’s eyes?
are you willing to die?
are any of us?
—  POWER TRIP #2 // k.m.


( Let them hate, so long as they fear )

They’ve been here since 1716, even then their clothes wrought with prestige and jaws chiseled with elitism. They’ve always looked down on you, the inquiry in their eye abundantly clear - how did you end up here? You’ve often found yourself wondering the very same.

Their family names line these coveted halls, a legacy around every marbled corner; Yale housed them even before the transfer to New Haven - they are to become your senators, your surgeons, your CEOs, your socialites, their prominence apparent in every sharp edge of their silhouettes.

Their names are hissed between clenched teeth, the syllables caressed in envy as svelte figures are caressed in satin; and they answer the call, New Haven’s wealthiest inhabitants, eyes bright and teeth-bared in affluent ecstasy.

Their secrets echo upon the lips of those who are not accustomed to undisguised opulence, those who would trade more than gold to live like them - they are the poisoned youth, grandeur dripping from their tongues, reveling in a lifestyle of old money extravagance and new world luxury.

And they throw their heads back, diamonds exposed against a curved neck, ill-disguised smirks upon a heavenly visage because it’s nothing more than a farce - and they know the sacrifice one would make for a single day in the coveted role of a rotten deity.

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anonymous asked:

I've lost complete faith in humanity.

Look. I’m not trying to be rude, but I am gonna be real.

You saying you’ve lost faith in “humanity” isn’t worth shit. It doesn’t challenge anything, it doesn’t mean anything. Statements like this evaporate the very nature of oppression and dissolve who is oppressor/beneficiary and who is oppressed. The continuous occurrence of black people being killed by white police isn’t some ubiquitous urgency for which all of “humanity” is at fault. White supremacy, white privilege, a virulently anti black economical/social/political system is at fault and all those who validate it, at any time, are at fault.

And honestly, who the fuck are you to declare that you’ve lost faith in humanity? There are many amazing people from Toni Morrison to Cornel West to Angela Davis to Harry Belafonte who have seen the absolute worst American domestic (and foreign, if we’re being real) terrorism has had to offer and they live with hope in their hearts and revolution on their minds everyday. You don’t get to dismiss the amazing work of my elders and the youth of my community because you lost faith. And you don’t get to come into my inbox and bombarde me with your reactionary garbage when you can’t even locate systems at fault and would prefer to lazily dredge up vague concepts like “humanity”. If we don’t have hope, we have nothing. No praxis. Angela Davis has spoken on this topic many times before. About how those who discuss the world as a perpetually stagnant place and throw their hands in defeat are counteractive to any revolutionary thought.

One of her most relevant quotes. “You have to act as if it were possible to radically transform the world. And you have to do it all the time.”

Do I have “faith” in the system? Absolutely not. But I do have faith in the resilience of my people and all oppressed people by Empire, whether we’re talking Pakistan, Mexico, the Congo, Somalia, Palestine, Iraq and beyond. I have faith in the abundance in domestic and transnational solidarity, coalition building and activism that comes from tragedies and injustice. And yes, these are the positives amongst “humanity” which you collectively condemn.

Which leads into my final point, whether or nor you realize it, you mean white people. And your equivalence of white people with “humanity” is actually pretty fucking racist and legitimatizes the dehumanization of everyone who isn’t white, especially black people in this context, which ironically, is how we’re at the point of a black man can get killed on camera and a grand jury in majority decides his life isn’t even worth a trial.