pardon the ugliness

pardon the uglie banner but here it is! my “this hell year is over” follow forever. even though this calendar year has been the Worst, and this fandom hasn’t been a picnic, the second half of 2016 was when i made a lot of friends on here, and my met girlfriend on here. i’ve found a lot of people i’m lucky to call my pals, even if i’m horrible at communication and interaction. i love y’all a lot. 

thank you for tolerating and indulging my shitposts, and encouraging my fic writing. those of waiting on knock knock, i love you, it will be here! thank you for your patience and kindness. another thank you to that band called one dalmation (???) and the colors green and blue for being the reason i’m here at all. on with the follow forever! 

faves and pals italicized! 

as some of you may be aware, this is a sideblog and sometimes my following/followers gets a little wonky so if i missed you or messed something up please, please tell me! i don’t want to forget anyone!

mutuals (alphabetized):

@100percentsassy @24kharryy @acetheticlouis @actionlou @aimhpal @aimhtweet @avocadolouie @bearfootlou @birdalmighty @bisexuallou @boolondon @buchunan @daisylouie @darlinglouies @delusionallarrie @donotdialnine @eleanorcaldit @emolouie @eternaldolphin @fakecourt @fatefic @feministloueh @fireproofharrie @fleetwoodhazza @florahlrry @floralsuit @fondkink @fondleeds @fookinloosah @freddiesmyqueen @frostylouis @fullmoonlesbian @gaysfic @gayspaceagenda @glowyharrie @goldheartedlouis @happilylouis @haroldtwerkin @harryandlouisarehappilystrong @harryandlouisofficial @harryrainbows @haztomlins @helplarries @hitopslou @hoebarnes @homelyrics @itjustkindofhappened @jimmytfallon @justhxldon @kindofsharethat @larendipity @larrryalmighty @larryalbum @larrywhisk @lgbtqialouis @lololypopy @lostjams @louis-tummy @louisea @louisfringe @louisgoingsolo @louisownsthisass @louispeachyass @louissunshine @lourryalbum @meherandthemoon @mitamdemo @moonlarrie @moonlitbaby @muchbetterjulia @my-tiny-sun @nailpolishlouis @nobodycompares @noncishetlouis @notchopsuey @oliveyu @onlyhereforthehusbands @panromark @perfectionlouis @philtatoslouis @pinkconverseau @princesslouis @prolarry @queerlies @rainbovvharry @rainbowbears @runningwotah @shifty1d @since16and18 @smoldagger @snowielouis @softlouisaf @softpetallouis @solouisalbum @sspookyjimchristmas @styles2017 @stylessavedme @stylinzn @sugarplumharry @summer5tars @sunfic @supersoulmates @tasteslikecocacola @tastylou @tealouis @teddymercury @thylas @tomlinsonaoki @vans-and-sparklyboots @velourslouis @vibeyy @vibraniumn @viplarry @warmfringe @wattpadfic @wellingtontat @werewolvesau @woahlves @xfactornude @yslrainbowflag @yvesstlarents

non mutuals (alphabetized):

@16meets18 @aboutchopsuey @adonisharry @aimhkink @alarrylarrie @anchoredlou @anklekink @bananastagram @bandmatesinlove @bestfates @birdonahotdog @certainthingshappened @christmaslou @daintyharru  @dunkirks @gaynkles @glasseslouis @hereforsololouis @honeylouis @ificouldflymp3 @intenselouis @klaineinlove @lads-laddylads @larriesrepresent @larryappreciation @lhrry @loneozner @louis2k15 @lthslarry @lths @meagaylouie  @niallscorpiogf @notheartbroken @olivemel @pass-the-pencil @prettytruthsandlies @readytorunau @seahorseharry @sephoralou @strangenewfriends @supernope @teamsololouis @tilyoutryit @tomlinsins @unintentionalarry @vansandburberry @verily-i-say @viplourry @wintersoldierau @wankingloueh @witchyharry @yourssincerelylarry @zenlikejen

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Thank you for 1k !!

I kinda hit 1k few weeks ago and never really give a proper thanks to my followers. So I decide to doodle some quotes to thank yall :-)

Speechless(A)

Originally posted by sugaglos

Genre: Angst

Autor’s note: Okay so this is my very very first fanfic for the GOT7 fandom, so pls be nice, also pardon the ugly english, it’s not my first language but I tried my best TnT, I hope the people who read this get to enjoy as much as I enjoyed writing it. Critics are well received so don’t hold back please!

“You look so beautiful!”

“Oh my God! You look wonderful!”

”He’ll be speechless!”


The words echoed while you walked slowly down the path, bouquet of flowers in one hand, a little rectangular box in the other, gripping it really tight, the church that was once full of excited and expecting people now empty, petals scattered on the floor, you stopped in the altar, looking around in disbelief.

The place was beautiful, flowers everywhere, the dim light of the sunset coming through the windows, leaving colorful rays all around the place, the quietness finally hitting your ears, sending goosebumps through your spine.

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I was tagged for a selfie by @elixmia, @hobbitsmind, @asylumsammet, @foreveringrey, @alcibiades13 and @hold-back-the-time , thank you folks!
Bunch of you guys tagged me and I promise that you’ll have better selfie than this.
I tag: @anthr0pos, @avangaysia, @hietalice, @punkularity, @petro96, @hera-salander, @can-i-play-with-madnesss, @bees-against-humanity, @into-the-cosmic-sea, @derogatorylt and @daslykanium

Speechless

Pairing: Jaebum x Reader

Genre: Angst

Autor’s note: Okay so this is my very very first fanfic for the GOT7 fandom, so pls be nice, also pardon the ugly english, it’s not my first language but I tried my best TnT, I hope the people who read this get to enjoy as much as I enjoyed writing it. Critics are well received so don’t hold back please!


“You look so beautiful!”

“Oh my God! You look wonderful!”

”He’ll be speechless!”

The words echoed while you walked slowly down the path, bouquet of flowers in one hand, a little rectangular box in the other, gripping it really tight, the church that was once full of excited and expecting people now empty, petals scattered on the floor, you stopped in the altar, looking around in disbelief.

The place was beautiful, flowers everywhere, the dim light of the sunset coming through the windows, leaving colorful rays all around the place, the quietness finally hitting your ears, sending goosebumps through your spine.

“Darling?”, a voice interrupted the moment, but it wasn’t the one you wanted to hear, “I think we should go”, your mom said in a whisper, afraid that if she spoke higher, you could break. God, how she would love for you to break, to let it all out, cry, break something, anything, just so she can see that you’re really alive, that you’re okay, at least.

“How long have I been here?”, you asked still looking at everything and nothing at the same time, “4 hours darling…”, you turned around and went back, walking faster and faster until you were running out of there, ignoring your mother that was at the end of the hallway.

“Where are you going?!”, you’re mom yelled, running behind you, but you didn’t answer, instead runned faster, stopping a cab when you reached the sidewalk, hopping in and blurting the direction to the driver, fixing your frilly wedding dress in the back seat, ignoring the curious look of the driver.

You weren’t judging him, a bride? in a taxi? only meant one thing. Jilted. His curious look changed to a pity one, you kept looking through the window. When he reached the direction you told him, you got out of the cab and asked for him to wait.

“Why is he late now? Of all days!”, you paced around nervously, the tail of your dress and your veil following behind, a tight grip on your bouquet. “Calm down, Y/N, the traffic might be a little bad”, your best friend said trying to calm your crazy self. You were outside the church, waiting for your soon-to-be-husband Im Jaebum, who was way past the hour, 2 hours to be exact.

Why? You walked to the huge house, standing at the front garden door.

You saw a black car park at the entrance of the church, you felt relieved, it didn’t last long though, instead of the black hair, it was a blond one. Jackson. He got out of the car and when he saw you, he bit his bottom lip, his eyes full of sadness. He walked to you, and even before he started speaking you already knew it. “Y/N…”, he said your name full of sadness, “I’m so sorry Y/N… b-but he… he-”, Jackson took your left hand and caressed it, so lovingly yet only giving you pain, his eyes slightly red, “I tried to convince him, but… he’s not coming”. You couldn’t think straight after this, you couldn’t listen to his voice even if you wanted to.

Did I do something wrong? You held your breath as you made your way through the front garden, your heels echoing in the paved path.

You held your breath, Jackson catching you as you fell to your knees, your mom and your dad came to your aid, seeing how pale you were getting by the second, he ran away. It took you moment to register what was happening, your dad was yelling, your mom was entering to the church to say that the wedding was off. Everyone else was frenetic, and there you were, unable to cry from the shock.

God, the stairs seemed so long, but there you were, at the door, your fingers hesitated at the electronic bell, but you steeled yourself, touching it.

People abandoned the church, your parents bowing for like the millionth time, you were sitting at a corner of the stairs hiding behind a huge ceramic sculpture, Jackson left, more like you told him to leave, he was even wearing his best man suit, so that means that he changed his mind at last minute.

Two hours later…

Mark’s voice came out from the intercom, “Mark, let me in”, you said, not even greeting him, you knew he was here, whenever you two fought, he always came here.”Y/N…”, Mark said a little hesitant, he even couldn’t think about a lie. “Mark, I swear to god if you don’t let me in, all of you are going to regret it”, Jackson’s voice was the next thing you hear, a little fighting but at the end, Jackson opened, in a even more outworn state, his dress shirt out of place, and his tie was no longer there, he let you in, and when you walked in, everything seemed to freeze.

Jaebum had even messier look, but didn’t meant less handsome, his dress shirt half buttoned, his tie hanging around his neck limply, Jinyoung looked like he was about to yell at him, but stopped when he saw you, his eyes wide open in shock, Jaebum turned around, his hair tousled showing his forehead, meeting your eyes for a split second before casting them down, as if the couch was so much more interesting. Everyone went silent, no one dared to move, or speak, as if waiting for you.

You swallowed, racking your head to find the right words, “Don’t you think I look beautiful?”, you said, feeling proud that your voice didn’t break, “look at me Jaebum-ah, don’t you think I look beautiful?”, you knew your words hurted him, he was one of the most eager about this, giving his ideas for anything you asked, but what the hell, so were you, if one thing was to happen right is that he had to regret it, bad.

“Y/N, I’m—””sorry?”, you finished his sentence, you expected better, more, but this? You were still by the door, first thing you did? hit his rib with the little box that was clutched in your hand now thrown at him, before you could even talk a sob made way, then a tear, rolling down your cheek, you walked to him, so when you were face to face to him, tears rolling, “why?”, he still didn’t met your gaze, “WHY?”, you hit his chest with the bouquet repeating the question between curses, when you accidentally scratched his face, he grabbed your wrists, then only there he dared to look at you, and he regretted it, hard. Your make up smeared by your tears, your veil no longer on your hair, but tossed on the floor, but your eyes, full of pain, regret, lost,but even more you looked broken.

When you got yourself together, you freed from his burning grasp, your strong voice that always reverberated, now just a trail, “how could you?”, a slap echoed through everyone’s ears. “I gave you 4 years of my life, this is how you repay me? Jilted”. You said more to yourself than to him, you looked at him one last time, one last gaze, and turned around, walking over the petals from the now destroyed bouquet. Even with your smeared make up, and the situation you were facing, you looked flawless, at least to him you did, and there he was, speechless, because you looked beautiful in your white dress, because when you entered to the living room he regretted that decision, but more because you came all the way to face him, because you found him.

When he realized all of it, it was as if a truck hit him, he staggered a little before he ran to look for you, when he got outside, the taxi that brought you there was shrinking in the distance.

It was too late.

The end…?

Dear Mr. Vernon,
We accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was we did wrong. What we did *was* wrong. But we think you’re crazy to make an essay telling you who we think we are. You see us as you want to see us… In the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions. But what we found out is that each one of us is a brain…and an athlete…and a basket case…a princess…and a criminal…Does that answer your question?…
Sincerely yours,
The Breakfast Club.