i love him sm he's the smolest bean!! ahhh!!! so pure and perfect; the Daddest™
i hate him. i want to slap that little bitch. i want to rip off his jaw open with my bare hands, take out his organs and use his little bitch body as a trashbin. and now i think i also hate his twin brother.
why is it. that i love food that makes my jaw muscles too active. like i already grind my teeth and clench my jaw unconsciously both awake and asleep. i dont need more exercise and wear for these chompers. BUT STIMMING.
When a movie has no big stars or advertising budget to rely on, they
often utilize eye-catching artwork to draw audiences to the theater. The
Art of the B-Movie Poster collects over 1,000 such posters from the
1940s through the 1970s. Although most people have never even heard of
the majority of the titles highlighted across the more than 300 pages,
editor Adam Newell treats each one as if it’s a classic cinematic
The tome is divided into five convenient
chapters: moral panic, action, horror, sci-fi, and sex. Each
subject is then broken down into subcategories that receive a 2-4 page
of art with a little blurb about the films featured. For example, the
horror section - which, I’m happy to report, is the longest - highlights
everything from Boris Karloff and Christopher Lee movies to Jaws
rip-offs and Mexican horror.
Xiumin: “No! But you put it on right!” Sitting back on the bed, he stares down at the mess of the broken condom and how it’s smeared on your inner thighs. “I know it’s ungallant, but fans would lynch me if they saw me buying a Plan B pill.”
Luhan: One moment of wide eyed terror is all it takes for you to understand something’s gone wrong, but he gets defensive at your accusation. “No, I did NOT come already! This stupid condom broke! How old was it anyway?!”
Kris: It’s only through very strong will power that he keeps himself from continuing after he feels the rip. His jaw clenches as he pulls away, still panting. “We need to pause. There’s got to be another condom around here.”
Suho: Talking to himself and you after he finds that the condom ripped, he tries to comfort both of you while he himself is slightly panicked. “ There’s nothing to worry about. We can- perhaps it’s better if you do, actually… That pill…”
Lay: His first thought is to comfort you rather than freak out that he only realized after the fact. “Please don’t cry! If I go down to the pharmacy and get that morning after pill for you now, it’ll be okay. And we can have a bubblebath after!”
Baekhyun: A long string of expletives is followed by a groan when he realizes what this means. “I don’t know about you, but I’m not ready for kids. I’ll call a friend to go buy the pill so it can’t be tracked to us.” Now he can comfort you.
Chen: Disbelieving laughter bubbles up from his throat as he pulls away from you just when you were about to reach your orgasm. “Oh god, this isn’t happening. Jagi, stop kissing my neck and whining! The condom broke!”
Chanyeol: Horror of horrors, he doesn’t realize until after you’ve both peaked and he has to explain to you, sweating bullets. “So… Something kind of… happened to the condom, but… You’re on the pill, too, aren’t you?”
D.O: “There really has to be a better way than this. Why hasn’t science come up with a more foolproof method yet?” He’ll be a little awkward about how to handle it, but would make sure that he still gets you off to make up for it.
Tao: Feeling your core squeezing around him without any barriers, he almost cums then and there, but manages to pull out before spilling onto your abdomen. “Oh shit. Baobei, you can’t get pregnant from precum, right?”
Kai: He pulls out as soon as he realizes, keeping his hands on your arms so you don’t straddle and start riding him when he sits back. “Wait! I’m so sorry, jagi. The condom ripped and we have to stop now, at least to find another.”
Sehun: With how fast he’s moving, he doesn’t realize anything until after you’ve both fallen over your edges and he looks down to pull out, seeing white cum dribbling out, too. “Oh shit.” He looks up, panicked. “What do we do?!”
Anger is an art.
Take it in and harness it.
Let it burn like a gaseous fuel. Do not hold on to it for too long or you may combust; ripping the jaw into slanderous gore,
The eyes melt into a puddle of blood and bile. Yet, keep in mind that the best art, the best work, the best ethic is brought on by the quiet restlessness.
Anger is a skill.
Develop it quickly. Let it sift through the cracks in your soul. Let it equalize inside mind and body and balance all out. Let the anger calm, not deminish. Let all sadness evaporate until the very core of conflict is revealed like a pearl.
I vow to stay enraged.
Quiet and patient.
I am my own promise of justice.
I am my own living will of vengeance.
I am angry.
And I am everything you will
have to fear.
e - every
day starts with: A legendary battle within to rip myself from the
jaws of slumber. Which translates to me waking up and falling back
asleep a few times and then, once I do really wake up, not being able
to move for a half hour, then having 15 minutes to actually get ready
f - favorite song:
currently? Hmm… maybe I
Love You Dake by hi-posi or basically anything by
g - ghosts, are they real:
h - hometown: Kinda
secretive about precise locations, sorry. >w>;; It’s in WV
i - in love with: my boyfriend, my friends,
anime boys with long silver hair, and
j - jealous of:
People with houses! OF THEIR OWN!!! My house/apartment envy is so
k - killed someone: … decline to answer. nah
l - last time you cried: I can’t
actually recall. It’s been a while. Maybe as far back as when we lost Peanut.
m - middle name: I
try not to say this publicly online for personal reasons. >A>;;
- number of siblings: Two little sisters.
o - one wish: To
be immortal. Or a magical girl. Or a unicorn. an immortal
magical girl unicorn
p - person you last
called/texted: Texted my dad.
q - questions you’re
always asked: “How old are you?”
- reasons to smile: Cats. Nice daydreams. People remembering me.
- song last sang: Take Me On. :v
t - time you woke up:
Today… mm… close to 1 PM.
u - underwear color: …
none, currently. >w>;; I often just sleep in pajama pants.
Don’t look at me like that, I have 10 million pairs. :B
v - vacation
destination: Like, real or desired? I don’t really take vacations, but if
I did, I would love to go to Japan.
w - worst habit: Oh,
goodness. There are many. Putting myself down, maybe.
x-rays you’ve had: Teeth, chest… I think that’s it. Not
actually x-rays, but I’ve also had multiple MRIs.
your favorite food: Strawberries and whipped cream.
z - zodiac sign: Leo,
sidereal Cancer, moon Aquarius, year of the Metal Horse… etc. :v
Hey lovelies! I just had my wisdom teeth out (RIP my
jaw) and was wondering if I cold request some 00Q where Q is ridiculously doped
up on drugs from being injuried or something and Bond is just trying not to
laugh. Thanks :D – anon
you poor love, hope your jaw is better <3 Jen.
Q mumbled, with a disconnected smile. “How’re you?”
the third time you’ve asked,” Bond replied, with a smirk. “I’m fine. And you?”
eyes narrowed sleepily. “Haven’t you asked that too? Whether I’m fine? I’m great, really good, s’nice here and comfy, and you’re here so yay, that’s
good, very good, and I’m fine, but my leg hurts which is annoying.”
was trying his level best not to laugh, but watching Q slur his way through
roundabout sentences was honestly hilarious.
drugged up though, aren’t we?”
beamed. “Yep,” he replied, popping the ‘p’ with palpable satisfaction. “Really drugged up. Tastes funny.”
know the feeling.”
I let out?”
couldn’t quite believe it. “Q, you’ve been conscious for less than two hours.”
Q blinked at him. “Well yes,” he agreed, “but it’s boring here. Just pack me off with whatever stuff I’m on and I can
go do fun stuff. Like you. Fun stuff.”
really think it might,” Bond smirked, reaching out to Q’s hand in his own. “You
need to rest. Not to mention physical therapy.”
eyes widened. “No. I refuse.”
raised an eyebrow. “Then you can say goodbye to walking properly ever again,”
he pointed out; Q let out a whining noise. “Don’t sulk, you know you have to.
You’d be a hypocrite if you didn’t.”
“But,” Q pointed out, “it’ll hurt. Won’t
“I don’t want to.”
gathered as much,” Bond laughed, as Q continued to blearily glare at him.
“You’ll have to, though. Sorry.”
expression didn’t change. “I hate you.”
Q smiled smugly. “Nah, I don’t,” he agreed. “You’re too handsome for that.
Would be stupid to hate somebody
attractive. Life’s too short.”
inclined to agree,” Bond replied, debating filming Q has blackmail material for
the next century. “And you’re gorgeous too.”
let out a truly bizarre noise, grin plastered across him, before his body
conceded defeat and he blacked out, allowing Bond to let out the laugh that had
been caught in his throat since the conversation began.
I'm really sorry that I'm late or really early a lot. Or I say something will take me a certain amount of time and I'm not even close. Or I forget how long its been since I've done something simple like shower or eat or talked to you. My sense of time is almost non existent and I sometimes lose chunks all together.
oh I know what you mean! Sometimes I get on tumblr and only mean to be on for ten minutes but stay for an hour lol! You just need to learn how to manage your time better :)