seriously why am i so weird


Originally posted by beui

words: 4k+
genre: angsty-ish? with a hint of fluff
a/n: okay, so i’ve been getting a lot of yoongi feels lately & i just wanted to get it all out before it did some serious damage to me lol also, i’ve been feeling the need to get back into writing so what better way than writing about yoongi, amirite? ;D

summary: min yoongi was a workaholic and he was going to lose the best part of him if he didn’t wake up and realize just how much it was going to hurt if you left him.

Min Yoongi was everything you’ve ever asked for. He was more than just the love of your life. He was your soulmate, your rock, your pillar. He was what grounded you down when your mind slipped in and out sometimes.

Dating the man had its ups and downs, though. Yoongi was a workaholic. His music came before anything else in his life, even if it meant you. You tried to understand just how much music meant to him, but that didn’t mean you didn’t try to reason with Yoongi about how much time he was spending in his studio. He never really listened to you despite your attempts to get him to sleep early and rest, though.

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I love love love this shot of my Hera taken at SWCO by @FuryZhil on twitter.

This was right as Celebration was shutting down on the last day and we were slowly inching our towards the exit

Montgomery x Reader Imagine (Part 9/?)

PART 1     PART 2    PART 3     PART 4    PART 5     PART 6     PART 7       PART 8

“What?”, Jessica asked confused.

Being the allergic to any nuts idiot I am I swallowed huge bite I took.

“Don’t swallow, spit it out!”, Monty shouted. 

I couldn’t stop myself from laughing, as irrational laugh was my reaction to stress.

“You don’t usually say that to a girl, do you?”, I giggled. 

“Are you fucking serious?”

“What is going on?”, Jessica asked again. 

“She’s allergic to peanuts”, Justin answered and Jess’ face turned white.

“To the hospital. Now”, Montgomery grabbed me by my elbow and basically pushed me to the car. 

“You’ll skip your classes”, I said looking for adrenalin ampoules in my bag.

“You have weird piorities”, he mumbled. 

“You’re driving too fast”.

“I’m trying to get you to the hospital on time before you…”, he looked at me. “You’re already red on your face”.

“Fuck…”, I whispered. “I don’t have my adrenalin shots”, I closed my eyes and squizzed the bridge of my nose. 

“But you’re not gonna die here or anything, right?”

“No, I’m not. Probably”.

“You’re face is swelling”, Monty said.

“Well, that’s what happens when you’re allergic to peanuts and you eat them”, I started blinking fast as I felt tears in my eyes.

“Are you crying?”

“Yes, I am, I’m scared, Monty”, I sniffed. “It didn’t happen since I was three”.

We had to stop at red light, Monty took my hand and turned towards me.

“Y/N, it’ll be okay, I promise. I won’t let anything happen to you, okay?”, he looked me in the eyes concerned. I slowly nodded my head. “You probably should call your mum. Or your dad as he’s a doctor.”

The light changed for green, Montgomery released my hand and started driving again, I looked for my phone and called my dad.

“Honey, aren’t you in class?”, dad asked.

“Daddy, I kinda accidently ate peanut butter”, I said.

“What? How did it happen? You took adrenalin?”, I heard he got up from a seat and walked around the room.

“I… I don’t have it”, I sobbed. “But it’s okay, I’m on my way to the hospital”.

“You’re not telling me you’re driving, right?”

“Jesus, dad, no! A friend is driving me”.

“What friend? I’m on my way”.

“Montgomery. He’ll probably need doctor’s note as he skips classes”.

Monty rolled his eyes, probably ready to make a comment about priorities.

“I’ll give him one, don’t worry about that. I’ll see you at hospital”.

“Bye dad”, I hung up. “How bad does it look?”, I asked Monty.

“You’re a little red and swollen, but somehow you still manage to look beautiful”, he said giving me comforting smile.

Why was he doing it? True, I was quite literally dying, but that didn’t mean I needed his sweet nothings and pretty words and yet still all he said was messing in my head.
I tried to take a deep breath but kinda failed.

“What’s happening?”, Montgomery asked.

“Nothing, just… Breathing gets a bit hard”, I whispered.

“We’re almost there, don’t worry”, he stroked my cheeks with his thumb.

Two minutes later he parked in front of the hospital. We got out of the car, I started walking to the entrance when suddenly Monty grabbed me and started carrying me inside.

“I can walk, you know?”, I asked but at the same time I wrapped my arms around his neck.

“That will be faster”.

We walked inside, nurse looked at my face and knew what happened before me or Monty even opened our mouth.

“Wait here for my dad”, I said when nurse pointed me a wheelchair to sit on and took me to one of the rooms.

Thirsty minutes later my parents arrived.

“Oh God, Y/N, sweetie”, mum stood next to bed and took my hand.

“I’m fine. They gave me medicines and stuff”, I smiled faintly. “My face on the other hand still look like a potato.”

“Y/N, it was serious…”

“I know, but it’s not anymore, I don’t even lay on that bed, I’m just sitting, I’m fine.”

“How did it even happen?”, dad asked.

“I took a bite of a cookie, I didn’t know it had peanut butter and Jess didn’t know I have an allergy”, I shrugged.

“Montgomery is still waiting outside”, mum said.

“Really?”, I thought he would leave when my parents arrived. “Can you go for him? And stay outside? Both of you?”, I looked at my dad.

“Okay. He’s really nice, you know. And cute”, mum was looking at me with weird grin on her face.

“Bye. Go and ask doctor if I can leave already”, I rolled my eyes.

They left, soon after Montgomery walked in.

“Heeey, look who’s not red anymore”, he smiled.

“Some serious magic happened here”, I laughed. “My dad will give you doctor’s note so you won’t get in trouble for skipping class”.

“I already told you, it’s okay”, he sighed.

“You have game this week, you can’t skip classes.”

“Whatever, I’m just glad you’re okay.”

I smiled at him and suddenly there was this awkward silence between us, which was uncommon, because usually, well, we were busy doing things other than talking and besides that I talk a lot.

“Ummm…”, I started. “I’ll probably skip the rest of they day, but you’ll go for a Chemistry?”

“Duh, someone has to give teacher our project.”

“Right”, I nodded my head with smile.

My dad walked in.

“Okay, we can take you home”, he said.

“Finally”, I said and jumped off the bed.

“And this is for you, Montgomery”, dad gave Monty few pieces of paper. “Note for today and few, let’s say in blanco notes, you know, use them wisely”.

“Lucky you, I’ve been asking for them for last seventeen years”, I laughed.

“Thank you, but it’s really not necessary”, Monty said.

“Are you stupid? Take them”, I hit his arm.

What was with him lately? People at school would cut themselves for green doctor’s notes and he says he doesn’t need them? Like seriously, out of all of the people Montgomery de la Cruz says he doesn’t need spare doctor’s notes?

“Okay, thank you”, Monty smiled.

Four of us walked out of hospital, we separated when we got to my dad’s car.

“Go, fight for an “A” on our project”, I gave him high five.

“You got this”, he pointed at me. “Goodbye”, he said to my parents.

“Bye, Montgomery, thank you again for taking care for Y/N.”

“No problem.”

I got into the car with them and we drove home.

“What project were you talking about?”, mum asked.

“Chemistry”, I said reading messages as I could finally check my phone.

“The one you were doing yesterday? You hadn’t mentioned you were doing it with boy. And you came home very late yesterday”.

“Ummm, you didn’t ask and it took really a lot of work especially that Monty is the type that leaves everything for last minute. Are those questions going somewhere or…?”

“I’m just curious about with who my daughter spends her time with”, mum said.

“I’m not spending time with him, mum”, at least not the way you’d like to hear about. “We were paired in chemistry class and now we have to work together”.

“Why are you so defensive?”, she turned to face me.

“I’m not defensive”, I almost screamed. “ It’s not even 10 am yet and I already have had a long day and you’re having some weird suspicions about Montgomery de la Cruz. Seriously, Montgomery out of all people.”

“And what’s wrong with him? He seems nice”.

“Ask Jeff”, I chuckled.

We spend the rest of the road in silence. Mum, shockingly, could take day off and went back to office, dad rescheduled all his patients and three of us spend rest of the day in home.

We were ordering pizza for a dinner when Jeff came to check on me.

“Order more, Atkins is here”, I said as I let him inside.

“How are you?”, he asked and give me a hug.

“I’m okay”, I smiled. “Come on in”, we walked to the living room.

We sat down, mum brought us lemonade and the moment she looked at Jeff she got weird sparkle in her eyes.

“How’s baseball, Jeff?”, dad asked.

“Good, good, we have game on Friday, we’re all well prepared but I’m gonna be honest - if Montgomery will play as good as he played last few games there’s no way we’re not gonna win”, Jeff said clearly very excited for upcoming game.
Just why, why did he have to mention Monty…

“Speaking of Monty”, mum started.

“Oh, here we go”, I mumbled, loud enough for her to here but she ignored me.
“He drove Y/N to the hospital, he seems to be really nice, cute and well, he took good care of her but she thinks I was making hints about him…”

“You were”, I interrupted.

“… And when I asked her what’s wrong with Montgomery, she told me to ask you. So I’m asking”.

I rolled my eyes.

“Well”, Jeff looked hella confused for a moment. “I sure do understand where she’s coming from with that, Monty doesn’t really take girls seriously…“

“There’s a word for that”, I rolled my eyes.

“Are you sure?”

“He’s a fuckboy”, I said.

“I’d say that he was…”.

I looked at Jeff and raised my eyebrows.
“Well, apart from some chit chating with girls on the parties, he didn’t really…”

“Didn’t really what?”, I rushed him.

Jeff looked at my parents and then looked down at his hands.

“You know… Didn’t really hook up with anyone since like september”.

“Really?”, I asked with my voice a little too surprised to sound natural.

“Well, boys talk in locker’s room and during practices…”

“Good, old talks in locker’s room, good times”, my dad’s thoughts went down the memory lane.

“I don’t really wanna hear what is or what was going on in locker’s room either now or twenty years ago”, I covered my ears.

“Let’s just say there is a reason why girls are not allowed in locker’s room”, my dad nodded his head.

Me and my mum shared disgusted sight.

“So it’s not because teenage dicks are afraid of a girl seeing a bunch of dicks?”, I asked sarcasticly.

“Don’t you have homework to do?”, my dad crossed his arms.

“I don’t know, I wasn’t in school, remember? Have I got homework to do, Jeff?”

“You actually have. But everyone know what happened, so no teacher will probably ask you about it.”

“Everyone knows?! How?”

“I arrived at school right after you and Monty went to hospital and Jessica was having a panic attack, crying that she almost kill you and stuff and Justin was trying to calm her down, but you know…”

“Yeah, I know, it’s Jessica”, I sighed. “Okay, let’s go upstairs, we’ll do homework.”

We got up from the couch and went to the stairs.

“Oh, I almost forgot…”, Jeff patted his head and went back to the living room.

“Mum and dad told me to ask if you’re still up for tonight”, Jeff said to my parents.

“Oh I don’t know, that stuff with Y/N”, mum started making excuses.

“You’re going”, I said. “I’m fine, stop treating me like a toddler”, I rolled my eyes.

“Yes, we’re still up for tonight”, dad nodded his head.

Mum and dad left for dinner with Jeff’s parents and not even 10 minutes passed when I heard a door bell.

“Jesus, what did you forget again?”, I said while opening door but outside wasn’t waiting neither my mum nor dad. “Monty… Hi”, I smiled.

“I just wanted to check how you’re doing”, he said with a little smile.

“I’m good. Come in”, I let him inside.

“You’re alone?”

“Yeah, my parents are at Jeff’s. So I heard everyone knows about what happened”, I said as I walked upstairs.

“Yeah, but hey, it’s Liberty High, everyone knows everything”, he said following my steps.

“Do you think somebody knows about… what were doing?”, I bite my tongue to not say “us”.

There were no “us”. Between me and Monty there was nothing more than sex and I really should stop overanalyzing things and treating him being nice as something else.

“What? No. If one person knew anything, everyone would know.”

“So, how was our project?”, I asked to change the subject.

“A+, partner”, he smiled.

“Really?”, I asked shocked.

“Well, don’t be so surprised, it took us hella a lot of work.”

We high fived and sat on my bed.

“Umm, Monty, if you were hoping for a hook up or…”.

“Hey, hey, hey…”, he put his hands on my shoulders. “I came here to check on you, okay?”, he said looking me straight in the eyes. I slowly nodded my head. “We’re friends after all or something… and that’s what friend do, right?”

“Right”, I smiled. “We kind of upgraded from fuck buddies to friends with benefits, I think.”

“And what would be the next upgrade?”, Monty asked.

“You watch too many rom-coms, Montgomery”, I scoffed. “There’s no next upgrade. One day we will just go different paths and stop fucking”, I shrugged.

And now, I’d really like if him would stop fucking in my mind.

“What? You started rethinking your life because I almost lost mine today?”

“You were far from dying, drama queen”,  he snorted.

“You don’t know that”, I laughed. “Okay, I just got really stressed”.

“Gurl, I got stressed, I can’t even imagine how you were feeling”.

“Can I get a hug?”, I asked suddenly.

“Yeah…”, Monty said a little surprised.

I moved closer to him and put my head on his chest, he wrapped his arm around me. It felt very comforting, being held in someone’s arms. And disturbing at the same time… Monty didn’t get anything from it, I was wearing hoodie, so he couldn’t looking at my boobs, didn’t try to put his hand on my ass or breast, it didn’t turned out in make out session. He was sitting there with me, I didn’t even know for how long, just because I needed it.

Hugging stopped when Monty’s phone buzzed in his pocket.

“Uh.. It’s my mum. I told her I’d be home for dinner”, he said.

“Go, Monty”, I moved from him. “I mean… She’s barely even at home and when she is and wants to spend time with you, you’re coming here?”

“Yeah, you’re right probably”, he scratched his head. “Yeah, I have to go”.

I walked him to door.

“See you tomorrow?”, he said leaving my house.

“Yep”, I nodded by head. “Bye”, I waved at him, closed the door and slided down until I sat on the floor and covered my face in my arms. “Jesus, I have to go on a date”, I sighed.

NOTE: Okay, so I don’t have peanuts allergy (or any other allergy), I did some reading on the internet but I feel like I went a little extra with it lol

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Rated M for inuhotness kehehehe

His ears flicked at the air, annoyed as he scrambled his brain for something to say to her. They’d been sitting here for five minutes. His brow twitched and his foot threatened to start tapping if he didn’t hurry and think of something.

“How were your finals?”

“Hm? Oh I did alright. I may have to retake biology this summer but grades haven’t been posted yet.”

Kagome was so nervous she wondered if he could somehow smell it, which made it even worse. She wished she could just curl up on the bean bag to her right and not get up until she had to leave in the morning.

“I see.”

That reminds me… “So. Explain the whole technically-not-a-student thing.”

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As promised: Superhollstein!

Here you guys go. It’s kind of hard to write them without giving anything away. xD But here’s one. You can follow the tag ‘superhollis au’ for anything pertaining to the story, ‘sisters of steel’ for Ell and Laura brOTP stories, or superhollstein if I write anything else for them. 

Thank you all again for your great response to the stories! :D 


Carmilla had a habit of falling asleep at her desk while she worked.

She made light of it. She was lazy at heart, naps were the best thing God ever gave man, so on and so forth. But Laura saw through it. And why wouldn’t she? It was easy to tell she was deflecting.

The truth was Carmilla slept at her desk because she couldn’t sleep. Not in bed. Not when trying to clear her mind for sleep opened it to images of Will, of her mother, of Silas that burned behind her eyes and made it impossible to find any peace. Not when what she saw in her dreams was far, far worse.

So better to not give her a moment to think. Better to fill her mind with paperwork and contracts and financials until it was so numb and tired that Carmilla fell into dreamless exhaustion for six hours without even realizing it.

It wasn’t ideal, but it made her able to function, and she was used to it.

But Laura wasn’t.

She’d just fallen asleep, in the middle of reading a budget report, when she felt someone gently shake her awake. Carmilla’s head snapped up.


“Shhh, Carm, it’s me.”

Carmilla blinked and realized, in the dim light the desk lamp provided, that Supergirl was standing in front of her.

Why was Supergirl at her–

Right. Right. Carmilla shook her head slightly. Laura was Supergirl. Her girlfriend was Supergirl. They were the same person, something which took a moment for her sleep addled brain to piece together.

But that still was kind of weird.

“Laura, why are you here so late? It must be–”

“Two thirty AM,” she interrupted, “yeah. I had to take care of a late night robbery and–well, you said I was free to stop in whenever I wanted. I got worried when you weren’t in bed and I followed your heartbeat here.”

“What were you planning if I had been in bed?”

“…To surprise you in the morning with cuddles?” Laura answered, smiling sheepishly. “I’m sorry, that’s weird, right? I know it is–”

“Sweetheart,” Carmilla interrupted gently, “seriously. It’s fine. I would not have complained. Besides, I wouldn’t have offered ‘whenever’ if I didn’t want you to take me up on it.”

Laura blushed as Carmilla reached forward to gently play with her fingers. Then she frowned.

“Well, then let’s talk about the way more important fact that you are sleeping at your desk.”  your desk,” she said seriously, and Carmilla groaned.

“Laura, it’s not a big deal. Really. I’m used to it–”

“Used to it?”

Carmilla winced. “I didn’t mean–”

“That you do this…a lot? Sleep at your desk in your home office instead of going to bed?”

“I’m a busy CEO. It happens.”

“How often?”

She looked so concerned, so upset at the thought of Carmilla getting a good night’s sleep, that she felt guilty. Carmilla swallowed.

“Not that much.”

“Carm, I don’t believe you,” Laura answered, “I know what you look like when you lie.”

“What do I ‘look like?’”

“You try to look cold. Like your mom. But you’re not, and there is something you are not telling me.”

Carmilla sighed. She stood up, smoothing out her clothes.

“I…can’t sleep,” Carmilla admitted.

“You…can’t sleep.”

“No,” she shook her head, “not since Will’s trial, okay? Are you happy? I can’t do it. So I have to sort of…trick myself into doing it.”

“By working until you literally pass out from exhaustion.”

“You make it sound so horrible.”

“It is!”

Carmilla smiled a little. Normally she’d be annoyed. But it had been a long, long time since someone showed any concern, any real concern for her well being. Most people only cared about whether she was well enough to run K-Corp, well enough to function in public.

“Laura, it’s okay,” she repeated, “I told you, I’m used to it. I get along fine. I can do my job, and I certainly don’t run out of energy with you,” she wiggled her eyebrows for effect. Laura huffed out a laugh.

“Oh Rao, Carmilla, really?”

“Am I wrong?”

Laura walked forward to hug her, Carmilla pressed against her form fitting suit. Laura’s body was warm, literally a living solar battery, and Carmilla couldn’t help but sigh a little as she laid her head against her shoulder.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” Laura asked softly.

“I tried taking sleeping pills,” Carmilla answered, “but they just made me feel like shit during the day, so…” She shook her head, “there isn’t really anything.”

Carmilla should have known better. Should have known that telling Supergirl ‘you can’t help’ would have made her move mountains for a total stranger, let alone her girlfriend. But she was tired and Laura was warm and Carmilla was having a rare, blissful moment where she wasn’t thinking.  

Laura curled her arms around Carmilla a little tighter.

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some things to help someone who has body dysmorphic disorder and is having an Episode™

- try not to bring attention to their appearance. it can be hard when someone is saying “im so ugly” or “im so disgusting” constantly, but for me when someone is telling me “you look great!!” in response or people who go on and on about how beautiful i am it means absolutely nothing. not only will i not believe you, i don’t care what you see i care what i see in the mirror. for some people it helps to be reassured, but for me it is just frustrating

- remain calm and act like nothing is happening. i know that sounds weird but personally when i am having an episode i don’t want anyone to bring attention to the fact that im crying in the middle of a grocery store because i feel so ugly.

- try to keep the mood positive and talk about anything other than their episode

- seriously, don’t ask what’s wrong and don’t make them talk about it. it gets frustrating having to restate “i feel ugly” every time someone asks what’s wrong and i start feeling like people are tired of hearing it. DONT ASK WHY THEY FEEL UGLY. THE ANSWER IS EVERYTHING. THEY JUST DO

- turn on some kind of tv show or movie you know the person enjoys. it helps to get my mind off of it. personally i really like watching bob ross when im upset.

- PLEASE TRY NOT TO GET FRUSTRATED. PLEASE. i know it’s frustrating but please it will make it so much better if you just ignore the episode (not the person but the episode) and act as if everything is fine otherwise they’ll feel worse thinking you’re mad at them.

anonymous asked:

See this is why I have a crush on you,Juicy. Ever since I've been on your streams you've always made me laugh and were so charming. I would date you in a heartbeat. Plus we're both artist so that would be cool! But I'm too damn chicken to reveal who I am because I don't want you to think I'm weird like seriously I like you a lot Juicy!



cemizu  asked:

So... about commissions... *throws money at you* what does it take (╯°□°)╯︵ ┻━┻??? Will you ever be able to accept any with all your personal projects going on?

I am thinking about opening commissions eventually…but it’s also true that I am busy with personal projects at the moment~

I have done commissions in the past…but there were times when the requested subject matter is………erm….i don’t take nsfw commissions but some of the requests made me feel p weird, but I had to draw ‘em of course. ^^;;;…Right now i’m seriously asking myself, “could I bring myself to draw something like that again even if I was paid to draw it? ;;;”

I’ve got some pretty strong views on the OW characters, strong enough that it fuels me to do all these personal projects. So..that’s why I’m still iffy about opening commissions at this time. ^^;; I might open a few slots eventually but with some rules in place. :3 Hope you can understand my feel~ ^^;;

Okay so. Hey. I started this blog/endeavour/journey in 2015 while I was very mentally ill (suicidal depression, anxiety, panic attacks). In an effort to escape, I set up on Tumblr, thinking ‘hey this would be a really fun way to make friends and share my writing’. I wasn't particularly optimistic that anyone would like/notice Azrael, but I persevered. Now, here we are, almost two years later and there are 600 of you! *whispers* What in the actual fuck.

It took me like six months to get to 50! Where did you all come from and why are you here! 

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I’ve come to a point of wondering why is it that I’m super friendly when I talk to some of my followers and yet super done with the others.

I dislike the fact that I have to treat people with such different attitudes because I really really want to be nice to everyone haha :(

And I realised all those who annoyed me have certain characteristics of infringing on my personal space and anonymity so I came up with this list of pet peeves. As long as you don’t commit any of them below, I won’t bite 😘💋

THANKYOU ALL FOR READING IN ADVANCE (it’s a bit long haha) and your patience with me i seriously appreciate every one of my followers that doesnt fall into the above category, those who have been consistently chatting with me thus far and are super accomodating of my lack of responses at time, my intimates buyers, people who give me life advices and encourage me about As and life and tumblr ❤️❤️ Cherry loves y'all!

But As is seriously getting more daunting day by day so please understand that I am left with no choice but to come up with this list of pet peeves so that I can better manage my time and tumblr in general. With this, I also announce that kik will strictly be for business from now on so that I can reply my buyers fast plus filter the below 5 types of jokers from buyers without wasting too much of time trying to identify them 🙄


NOTE: if i ever sound annoyed or called anyone stupid below, please note that I am referring to a teeny weeny minority of the nsfw male population and that I am usually a lot nicer and less angsty because I believe majority of y'all here are still gentlemen ❣❣

1. My followers’ and my own anonymity over any thing else
2. My personal space
3. My time (considering I am taking As this year)
4. Nice people that I can talk to that don’t peer pressure me 😁
5. Encouraging (THIS IS DIFFERENT FROM BEING CREEPY OKAY), accommodating and understanding chat buddies (because i reply at the speed of a snail) 😊😊

1. Asking for my personal information
Don’t ever try to entice me with your “good looking” body or face or dick or worst of all, your personal information because And 好心你啦, to those people who say “tell me your school/ where you stay/ show me your face and i will tell/show you mine”. Can you please get it across your brain that you’re the one who 主动 came to talk to me and logically speaking, I didn’t even know you existed till then, so you are more likely to be interested in getting my details than I am in yours so this is not even a fair trade at all? And I’m jinja not interested in anything to do with you 🙃🙃 Seriously, please reflect in your brain before you say such stuff because you just sound more stupid to me and tbh, I don’t have much tolerance for stupid people.

2. Being creepily clingy
You need to understand that I am a human being living my own life, NOT YOUR TOOL THAT CHATS WITH YOU WHENEVER AND HOWEVER YOU LIKE. I am on tumblr to join this community, make friends and save up money for my future expenses through my intimates sales, NOT HERE TO SATISFY YOUR DESIRES/ NEEDINESS/ LONELINESS. So please please don’t send me weird clingy texts like “why are you online”, or pagro me by spamming me texts when I didn’t even reply you. go talk to siri or those robotic messaging apps if youre that desperate

3. Compliment vs disgust
I like people who tell me “Hi babe, you look hot” because hi gentlemen, thank you and I like you too! 😊 But if you send me consistently drag every single word that you say like “babbbbbbeeeee can i askkkk youuu a questionnnnnnnn” with eery emojis like “😜😝😛😚”, you are on my radar of being disgusting. Tbh these texts are endearing if youre my friend and I know you, but excuse me: idek your real name, your face, your personality and has been talking to you for less than a day, DONT SEND ME STUFF LIKE THAT LEH it seriously just degrades my impression of you

4. Time wasters
I told y'all i dont have much time so if youre going to text me stuff like “can i ask you a question” x1000 and ask me boliao questions like my school, personal info, or “how often do girls masturbate/ how do girls masturbate” LET ME TELL YOU THAT IM NOT YOUR WIKIPEDIA and that every girl is different and seriously I’m not the best person to answer such questions.

5. Fwb/ sexting
Nonononono. If you think you can start by playing nice and I will soon be head over heels for you that I go out with you/ have sex with you: scroll up to the things that i value and then fuck off (this is so rude of me but omg dont test my patience)

6. People with horrible language

I don’t discriminate against people who can’t english very well okay!! but please, at least make sure you’re being coherent with your sentences because I CANT UNDERSTAND YOU OTHERWISE. I got people sending me stuff like “would he rear ido you” okay you’re trying to say “would be great if i could have sex with you” but omg 🙄🙄🙄asdfghjkl

7. Too fast into the action

I don’t open up to people easily in real life so all the more i wont on tumblr, hence if you start a convo with “can i smash you”, “let’s meet up i want to know you better”, “eh go play LOL with me now!” stop overestimating yourselves 🙃 i dont even have time to meet my friends because of studies so why would i want to go out with you/ game with you. And mind you, this is after I politely rejected saying “Im not really free to game now” and “I am not comfortable with meeting tumblr people offline” GET THAT SIGNAL WILL YALL 🙄

8. will add on when theres more things that annoy me

Peace out,
🍒 (sorry, thank yall and love y'all once again!!)

anonymous asked:

seriously. some people who use the SAM prefer their romantic orientation, some prefer their sexual one. some prefer both. it's like that for aces and non aces like why is that so hard to understand. aphobes need to let people identify how they want to and not ask nosy questions

Honestly the entire point of the SAM is to have both identities acknowledged. I am asexual AND a lesbian. Both of those are equally important to me and it’s weird to force me to chose which one to identify with.

YOONGIPart 1: Summer splendid
This summer was no different  than any other- except this summer your parents said you guys would be heading back to Daegu for vacation. Daegu was your homeland, and while you grew up there for most of your life you never really stuck around to call it “home”. The only thing that could distinguish you to Daegu was your satoori accent. But even now you were good at hiding it. Your parents always dragged you along wherever they went for ”business”. You hated the fact that you had no friends because you constantly moved around…and as a result this led you to be lonely. And slut around with different men. You couldn’t deny that you hoed around, but it wasn’t your fault. Men were naturally attracted to you and you rarely made the first move- like Ever. But overtime that all got old, messing around wasn’t doing you anything. And you began being what others called a “stuck up bitch” or  “shy” which you never understood how you could be both. But fuck it, slowly with time you were beginning to feel hopeless of life. Constantly moving city to city, school to school, definitely made you hate life. That is why for the first time in a long time you felt alive this summer. And it was because of him. Whoever he really was. You never made so much memories with someone in such a short amount of time, than you did with yoongi. But you see, Yoongi is complicated, too fucking complicated for your taste. But you never stopped yearning for him…especially his taste.
Flashback~You ran out your house wearing your mini shorts and a cute top. You needed some air, you knew the perfect place to get lost at. You placed your headphones in and walked to the park. You sat down on a rock as you began singing to one of your favorite songs “Let me know” by a boy group. You didn’t really know who they were but you loved the song. Your favorite rap part came on and you began rapping but you quickly stopped as you heard footsteps. Your head turned towards the direction of the footsteps. A handsome guy caught your eyes. He was fit, sexy, and everything that attracted you. He wore a messy hair look which screamed bad boy. It was green. His white tees fit him so well. He was your dream guy- the perfect Daegu man you always found yourself drawn too. You were sort of mesmerized. While you couldn’t look away all he did was give you a grin before walking past you. You saw him mumbling somethings. “What did you say?” you asked pulling your headphones off “A fan, aren’t you?” he says not bothering to stop “I don’t really know them, the song just keeps playing so…” you said making him stop and give you a confused look. “What?” you ask unsure of why he was looking at you like that. Was he talking about my rapping? “Don’t tell anyone I’m here ok?” he says irritated as if you were wasting his time. “Why? Did you bury anyone?” you say teasingly causing him to give you a serious look “Oh god you’re not a serial killer are you?” you ask standing up and getting on your knees begging for mercy. Which Causes him to turn around and continue walking. You stand up laughing. Before sitting back down on the rock and placing your headphone on. Getting lost in thought, you wondered who he was? And why did he seem so mysterious? You were so deep in thought that you didn’t notice someone behind you. “Your playlist is dry” he says right as the song ends. Making you jump “Fuck!” you scream standing up “Seriously, I am really beginning to think your a fricken serial killer” you say looking at him with wide eyes. “Stop with the jokes if you want to talk to me just act normal, Tsk, fans are so weird” he says causing you to raise your eyebrows “ A fan? Ha! Aren’t you a bit full of yourself. Why would I not be normal you’re just a basic average guy. Daegu men have gotten weirder and weirder” you mumble the last sentence which you sure he caught. He smirks shaking his head. “I have never met a girl like you, you’re so good at putting up an act I must give it to you” he says walking away. “What are you even talking about OH MY fuck! Is this some “feed my ego” shit you’re playing. You’re so full of your ass I would think your fucking famous or something” you say rolling your eyes irritatedly. For some reason the look on his face was a mixture of confusion and something else “You were singing ‘let me know’ word to word so I just thought your were a- nevermind” he says “Where are you from?” he asks changing the subject“Seoul” you lie. Well technically you did live in Seoul for quite a while, so that wasn’t a complete lie. “Hmm ok” he says walking away. He headed out of the park and you followed him to his car. You didn’t know why but there was a hint of mystery to him which you were attracted to.Without asking you got in his car. “What are you doing?” he says shooting you a confused look “I’m fucking bored, you ask a lot of questions, but I really feel like fucking you” you say causing his eyes to widen “Get out” he says “What? Whyyyy? I’ll act like a fan and praise you” you say trying hard not to laugh which earned a chuckle from him “Your amusing but get out” he says. This was the first time a man was rejecting you “I give bomb blow jobs” you say sounding convincing. Your eyes fell upon his erection and he was huge and hard “Mhh” you couldn’t help but express your excitement. “You’re crazy you know that right?” he says shaking his head making you giggle. “I have to run errands so if you don’t mind get out” he orders. You placed your seatbelt on “No, I don’t mind at all” you say giving him a cute innocent smile. He exhaled out slightly annoyed before starting his car. You were able to get him to laugh a bunch of times without even trying. He was not only sexy but also mysterious and gave off a bit of an idgaf vibe which you found so attractive. He finished his errands and turned to you “Where do you live?” he asks wanting to drop you off. “ Where do you live?” you ask wiggling your eyebrows causing him to smile. And for the first time he didn’t protest and you had a feeling you were going to get what you wanted. You drove to this abandoned house and parked his car “I would take you to my house but sadly I can’t” he says but you didn’t give a fuck at the moment “This is much more rebellious- how did you know this is the stuff I like?” you say acting quite flattered causing him grin and shake his head before crashing his lips to yours. Tasting him felt ever so sweet. His tongue roamed your mouth and you couldn’t help but thrust your hips into his “UHH fuck, be my daddy” you say causing him to pull away and stare into your eyes hungryly “I’ll be more than glad to baby girl” he says playing onto your kink. You feel his erection press up against you and you instantly go wet for him. His hands roam under your shirt and you can’t help but gasp when he grabs your boob “Uhh!” “You like that don’t you?” he says crashing his lips to your neck “I feel so horny I can’t wait to feel your dick” you moan touching his clothed erection. “You’re so open, are you like this to every man?” he asks interested “No it’s just something about you and Daegu men that just makes me act naughty” you say not wanting to say too much about it having to do with him. You never spoke dirty to other men- you were often embarrassed and shy but he was different. Hearing that made him smirk “You’re into Daegu men huh?” “Mhh yeah” you say looking into his eyes. The atmosphere was so hot “I’m surprised, I’m usually only into Daegu girls but you…You are an exception” he says pulling away to undress you. Standing naked in front of him only made his dick twitch “What a fucking site” he mouths more to himself. Biting his lips he dragged his thick fingers against your folds “uhh” you moan leaning against him “How are you this wet?” he asks genuinely impressed. His two fingers slide in thanks to your juice “So tight, fuck” he groans pulling them out slowly before thrusting in and curling his fingers into your walls “Uhhh stop teasing” you say losing your patience. Your hands land upon his clothed erection “I want something more satisfying” you say “My fingers aren’t satisfying?” he says knowing all too well he was more than good. Your breath was already shaking from just two of his fingers “They are, I just want you inside me, ngg” you moan feeling shy “Fuck. You know how to get what you want…smooth, bitch” he says causing you to laugh. But you were serious, you weren’t trying to flatter him you really wanted to feel him inside. With that he undressed himself. Licking your lips you eyed his throbbing dick a little longer than you should have have. “Like what you see?” he asks cockily with an eyebrow raised. You licked your lips to tell him exactly how you felt. “Get on your knees” he ordered wearing a smug look. You bent before him, coming face to face with his dick. Without order you got the urge to lick his top and that’s exactly what you did “MHH! Tasty” you gave him a dramatic reaction “uhh” he groans before chuckling “uh chincha! You really are something” he says shaking his head. You stopped joking and took him in your hand feeling how erect he was for you. You licked his tip tasting his spilled precum. You slowly began sucking his tip earning loud groans from him. “Fuck your really good” he says pulling your hair “Such a good girl ;)” he shuts his eyes tight “Talk dirty to me” you say before shoving his dick into your mouth “Mmh, yeah baby take my whole dick into your tight pretty mouth” his voice now shaky. You suck him sloppily like a popsicle. Bobbing your head back and forth while pressing your lips tight against him “Fuck!” he groaned once your tongue flicked his balls and licked the area around his trimmed hairs “What’s your name? UHH” his breathing was staggered now “Y/N” you say trying to contain your feels. Your tongue flicked his tip and then you took him into your mouth. As you sucked him you began feeling him twitch in your mouth “Uhh Y/N, such a beautiful name. Uhh I’m close fuck. fuck.” He was groaning hard “Uhh move if you don’t want me to come in your mouth” he warned in between deep breaths. You didn’t move however, you wanted to taste him, and to choke on his cum for some odd reason. You continued adding pressure onto his dick with your tongue and before you knew it he had shot his hot tasty load into your mouth. You looked at him as you swallowed his cum. “Mhh you taste so yummy” you say earning a weak smile as he tries to catch his breath. Once you stood up he had crashed his lips against yours sucking harshly on your tongue. Before he had fully calmed down he pulled away positioning his head between your private area “Your turn gorgeous” he says shooting you a smile, which caused a strange feeling in your chest. His fingers graze over your foldes spreading them gently. The contact made your core burn “uhh touch me” you whine causing him to insert his digit inside “mhh uhh I don’t know what to call you” you say in moans “Yoongi” he says looking into your eyes “Yoongi-ahhh” you repeat sexually looking into his eyes “My name never sounded so sexual coming out of someone’s mouth” he says smirking “Mhh now it does” you whisper throwing your head back as he blew cold air into your hole “uhh”. His tongue sent shivers down your body when he flicked into your hole. You tried your best to stay quiet but he was too good. His tongue worked wonders as it pressed up against your clits before wiggling in circular motion. You pulled his hair as you couldn’t contain the pleasure in “Fuck! Your tongue is!! Ughhh” you voice was shaky. He was making your core burn and you were struggling to keep your legs open. You were clenching your walls around nothing. Yoongi’s grip was overbearing “Hey relax. Let me pleasure you” he assures you as he holds your legs apart before sucking your folds “Ugh Yoongi!” you moan as you felt him suck harshly, switching between poking and sucking your sensitive hole. With a few more licks Yoongi pulled away before you could cum. You whined frustrated at the lost of contact “Easy baby girl, I’ll give you something more satisfying” he says pushing you against the wall and shoving his cock into you. “Mmh you’re so thick” you moaned at the intense feeling of pain and pleasure. “Fuck, your so tight. You feel so good baby” he groans holding your body against the wall with both hands above your head. His thrusts came by surprise. He pushed his thickness deep into your wall, stretching you out. “Mhhh” you were letting out low moans. Good thing you were wet by his earlier foreplay or else he would have really stretched you out. “Y/N moan my name” Hearing your name come out of his mouth sent butterflies in your stomach. His bare chest pressed against your boobs. The close contact was making you weaker not to mention his low groans and how he was thrusting into you. It all sent electricity through your body “Ohh Yoongi-ahh! Mhh”. He fucked you harshly rubbing against you fully and roughly. Your lips fell onto his neck biting and sucking on his soft flesh. You took in his strong cologne which was making you weaker with each harsh thrusts. You moaned into his neck but that didn’t stop you from sucking his neck. In Fact you bite down harshly- but Yoongi didn’t mind. Maybe was being nice or maybe he really loves it “Yoongi-ah I-I am close” you mouth into his neck. Getting lost in the pleasure you just used satoori-Fuck. Yoongi snapped his head towards you “What did you just say?” he asks confused “Mh?” you pretend to act dumb “Did you just speak in Daegu satoori?” he asks “No, I don’t know Daegu satoori” you lie making him nod “uhh sorry I just keep getting a vibe from you. I guess I really have a thing for you and want you to be from here” he says chuckling. You went back into sucking his neck but you were really trying to hide the fact that he just made you blush. With a few more thrusts you both cummed. When you cummed you thought you were done but Yoongi had another thing in mind “We’re not fucking done yet” he says this time more dominant and ready to cum again. You fucking loved this guy…he knew you so well. “Yes, make me cum again” You say locking lips with him to which he gladly accepted, before pushing you down on all fours “Ass up baby girl” he ordered getting behind you. And you fucked twice more that day.
Flashback Ends.
That was the first time you met Yoongi. But surely not the last. You wished if someone would have warned you not to get involved with him- but would you have listened.  

So… after about a year and a half on this blog I reached 1k! Pardon my trashy header. This is honestly very weird for me, I spent four years on here with under 100 so I’m not used to anyone actually knowing who I am. 

Seriously thank you for following me, I’m not sure why so many of you do but thank you so much I don’t deserve you

I’d also like to give a shoutout to some of my favourite people and blogs on here who have made being here worth it! A universe sized portion of love to each and everyone of you, and everyone of my followers! Ive probably missed a ton of people who should be here rip… if I didnt include you I love you anyway!

@cybercnu @cutthroatgoat @lee-jaehwhat @wonsxk (even tho your never here) @leejinklies @flower-taemin @oh-noona @ringdingdongenthusiast @shawolgoddess @jjongosaurushwasabi @5hineesback @u-know-yunhos @babycassiopeian @duevangogh @jjongeyed @spacetaemin @micarino @bling-me-up @kibaems @fairykibum @soggykitty @wlwheein @amimrsleejinkiyet @ghostfairyprincess @jjongoholic @somiwoo @sadborg @soggykitty @minhoandthebabes 

Don’t Get Mad ‘Till You Know the Facts

Prompt: Can you do an imagine for Tim please, where him and the reader are friends, and he confesses about his crush on her But the reader doesn’t take him seriously and just laughs it off. Then later on bc he’s been weird for the days after bc of the accidental rejection, The reader asks whats wrong. They have this sort of argument where Tim spills and the readers just like “Holy shit you were serious?!” So basically angst(ish) and fluff all around?

YAY MY FIRST TIM FIC REQUEST. I AM SO EXCITED! Teehee got the title from a Shania Twain song, that’s why it’s a little long.

Pairing: Tim Drake X Reader

Y/BF/N- Your Best friend’s name

Y/N- Your name

TW: cursing, and angsty-ish

Word count: 850

You couldn’t help it that first time he told you, you laughed. In your defense, the timing was super bad for Tim. You had been having a conversation with your other friend, and you were literally talking about confessing your love in a joking way to get out of a class and pull a Romeo and Juliet. So when Timothy come up to you literally two seconds later and said, “H-hey. Y/N. I… I just wanted to tell you that I’ve had feelings for you for awhile now and I…”

You giggled, “yeah, yeah, very funny Tim. Next time try not to eavesdrop on Y/BF/N and I’s convo next time, okay?”

Tim looked taken aback, but he only smiled and nodded, “Y-yeah, so that Bio lab today?”

You shrugged, “oh, I know, such a pain in the rear-” And you had just one off with the subject, never knowing the truth.

You didn’t really think about it, but then Tim started to act…strange. Well, stranger than normal, anyway. Anytime you walked into a room he quickly vacated it, and he actually skipped a few classes on Tuesday, then he didn’t even show up for school the rest of the week. You were beyond worried, you tried texting him, and when that didn’t work you called him. He ignored that, so you finally ended up calling the Manor.

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I’m Coming Home To You

Characters: Gabe x Reader

Summary: After being presumed dead for just over a year Gabe finds himself thumbing a lift with a familiar pairing and finally making his way to the only home he cares about.

Word Count: 1215 words

Prompt: Sweet Home Alabama

A/N: This is for my 800 followers celebration as requested by the fantastic @captainemwinchester who requested a little Gabe and I am happy to oblige.  It kinda ties in with the one I wrote for @thewhiterabbit42 as well. Miss Me?

It was a long story.  Well, he could give them the cliffnotes version which was ‘faked own death by jumping into a parallel universe, got stuck there due to injury because jumped too late, got back, extreme lack of mojo, hitchhiking ever since.’ But where was the fun in the quick version.  Gabriel had been sitting on a bench in the rain at the side of the road, more than a little pissed, when a familiar motor vehicle slowed to a stop a few feet away, the driver and passenger obviously having some sort of argument about the figure now illuminated by the headlights.  Taking his chance, the former trickster jogged over and tugged the rear door open, slipping inside onto the comfy leather seat.  “You boys going my way?” he asked with a grin as he spread his arms out across the back of the seat.  

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Dan liveshow recommendations (4)

There’s no theme this time around, just some wonderful bants from Dan that I’ve had on in the background while doing something else. enjoy

Phil’s liveshows (1) (2) (3)

August 11, 2015
He’s had an intense week, THE SEVEN SECOND CHALLENGE APP HAS BEEN RELEASED (how is it already two years old? How the actual fuck?), Catrific is currently staying at their house, “very unorthodox nipples”, he was very popular with maids @ GamesCon, Phil is the biggest trash bag when it comes to Big Brother, he’s obsessed with fictional universes.

April 15, 2014
“So, do any of you have republican parents?”,  there’s a weird audio fail and he’s being all cute (seriously he’s so cute), he goes on a rant on why staying up til 5 am is bad, he’s jealous of pop stars who are friends with each other, he hates bakeries because he falls for the shtick of buying sweets every time he passes one, and Dan was that one friend who would put “two girls one cup” on the tv so everyone in the room was forced to watch it. 

June 6, 2017
(I enjoyed this liveshow a lot fight me) 
He plays with his new webcam, “What font represents me? - comic sans. really.” The important meaning behind the Manchester t shirt, he’s an insecure nerd, his grandparents came over the weekend and brought an “oreyoh” (oreo cheesecake), and a deep ramble about nihilism vs existentialism. 

October 19, 2015 - ft. Phil
“Who’s the mysterious square man?!”, Phil perfers “Sir Spikes a lot” rather than philanddan, “BEING ON TOUR IS GREAT!”, someone from YouNow promoted them but on the stream it’s not there, their toilet seat was too cold to the point that Phil doesn’t even want to talk about it, TABINOF is the Dan and Phil magnum opus, Dan split his pants open on stage, Dan goes on a tangent on The Walking Dead and Phil mocks his hand movements (so cute and hilarious), and their house currently smells of Beach Wood. 

December 2, 2014
He’s in a gryffindor jumper, Phil is flat packing cardboard  (also being cute af husbands alright), adventures with friends in the North, Dan spent a month in New Zealand once, they won’t play Super Smash Bros on the gaming channel because it has a hard core fan base, “Phil everyone’s complaining about your cardboard ripping!” “sorryyy!!”, Dan had a coffee buzz and experienced paranoia and anxiety because he had too much caffeine - he thought everybody hated him.