honestly? one of the shippiest moments in rogue one was when cassian and jyn were trapped in that alley in jedha between two sets of stormtroopers. they just glanced at each other and knew, no need to say anything, just swung out to face the stormtroopers with their backs to each other. these two kiddos had known each other for like, five hours, and they were already communicating wordlessly help me
Hi there. Not so sure if this ‘meets the requirements’, but this is Football, aka the calico who drools 24/7 and has a hip wobble. She isnt a young girl, but she is a sweet girl. She’s also the least likely to fight in the house.
Hello! If you don't mind may I request a BadBoy AU! Of Jungkook in highschool (fluff) where he likes you (the goodie goodie) and softens up for them?
Ruin Me - Jungkook BadBoy AU!
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Y/N slouched in her seat in the front seat of her Mom’s convertible. Why did I let my mom drive me to school in this again? I’m basically begging for attention, she thought. Her mom turned off the car and turned to her with an eyebrow raised. “This is the part where you say thanks for the ride, get out of the car and pretend you don’t know me because you’re a teen who’s to cool to be driven to school by her mom.” She says, unlocking the car for emphasis. Extra. I groan and recline my chain back. “No, this is the part where you realize that I’m having an allergic reaction and make a U-turn home.”
“Allergic reaction?!” She laughs, “To what exactly?”
“School.” She rolls her eyes and I quickly defend myself, “Seriously Mom, do you know what it’s like to be the new girl in the middle of the year. Think about it people have already established their friend groups so it’s appropriate for me to make an educated guess that I will have approximately no friends. I’ll be an outcast the moment I walk through those doors.” When I point to the large brown doors students are flooding into, some passerby give me a once-over which makes me cringe and recline my chair farther until I hit the back seat.
“Y/N, you will be fine. I am making an educated guess based how wonderful you are that you will have many new friends today.”
I open the car door and as I get out, I mutter, “Ha.ha.”
“Bye! Love you!” She calls and I wave awkwardly and hide beneath my hair when I hear the snickers of a couple of boys who probably just heard our whole conversation. As soon as I’m inside, I feel like I’m at war. My backpack holds my supplies, my phone is my shield and I am utterly defenseless against the army of students that flood the hallways. I make a BEELine to the door beneath the “Office” sign. The main office is small with about three secretaries that stare you down as soon as you walk in. I approach the nearest one who happens to be the most intimidating. “Hi. I’m Y/N. I’m new. Today is my first day.”
The secretary looks up at me through her long lashes and thick glasses with tight mouth. “Have a seat. I’ll call you up when I print your timetable.” She says, having me write down my first and last time. I turn around and look at the three waiting seats she directed em towards, one of them is taken. At the far right, a boy is staring at me. He’s quite muscular which I can’t tell from seeing his thick arms in his black t-shirt. I look into his eyes and see that he is staring at me. He smiles. Not a sweet smile but one that makes every part of my body tingle. I look away and sit at the seat on the far left, giving us one buffer seat between us. I fiddle with my phone, still feeling his eyes on me. I take a peek over, trying to inconspicuous and see that he is still staring at me.
His head is tilted, his chin is in his hands and he massages it with the tips of his fingers as if he’s studying me. His dark jeans have a chain hanging around as a belt that intrigues me. From what I can see in his layer of black clothing, he has a nice body. Understatement. He’s hot as fuck. I meet his eyes again and I flush knowing he’s seen me looking at him. He quirks his eyebrow at me and I whip my head away feeling something churn in my stomach as the heat rushes to my face. It feel like there is a bird or butterfly in my stomach, tickling my sides making me want to gush.
A second later, I feel him next to me as he has moved over a seat. “Hello.” When I turn to the right this time, his head is tilted down and he is pretty close to me. I immediately pull back and he laughs again. His laugh is deep, throaty and quite sexy. “Hi.” I say, straightening out the plaid skirt I wish I hadn’t worn today. I probably look like a Valley Girl right now. “You’re new, huh?” He says in his husky deep voice. I don’t turn towards him fully; even sitting down he’s taller than me and it’s intimidating. I clamp my hands on the round of my knee awkwardly and nod. “I’m Jungkook.” I look over at him at that and with his face so close to my own, I get lost in his eyes. I don’t realize that I’m staring until he says, “This is the part where you tell me your name.” Crap. “I-I’m Y/N,” I say finally.
“Nice name. Pretty girl.” He remarks, giving me a once over that has the butterfly in my stomach turning into a phoenix.
“Jungkook Jeon. Principal Kang will see you now.” The secretary from earlier says loudly, commanding our attention and bringing me back to the real world. Jungkook doesn’t look away from me though. “How about if I see you later, I’ll give you a tour.” He smirks at me as he gets up, clearly enjoying the effect he has on me even though we’ve just met. Jungkook walks towards the Principal’s office at the side of the room. I watch him walk away, admiring his slick stride and he turns around and says, “See you around Y/N,” over his shoulder.
I’m still staring in his direction even after the principal’s office is closed and he’s gone. The secretary’s voice brings me back again when she says, “I wouldn’t if I were you.”
“That kid is trouble. He’s in there right now for gang fighting.” She remarks shaking her head. “He’d ruin a girl like you.” I look down at my hands and fiddle with my phone again, replaying her words over and over again. But then I feel the butterfly in my stomach come back when I look over at the seat where Jungkook sat just moments ago. Maybe he would ruin me. Maybe he wouldn’t. All I can think about is finding him later for that tour.
Hello! I’m sorry if this isn’t exactly what you were looking for. I’ll try and do a second part where he like introduces her to his friends and kid of changes for her. If you did like this let me know cuz coolios!!!! Thank you for reading and the support :)
why do i constantly feel like i’m trying so hard not to hurt anyone’s feelings but i’m always simultaneously trying so hard not to get my own feelings hurt because nobody else cares whose feelings they’re hurting 🙃
God this is why I always get scared when artist come to any country in south america. The boys were eating in a restaurant and the staff had to come out and tell the fans that the boys wanted to at least eat in peace, since they were screaming and blocking the doors. The fans were also doing that in the hotel and that’s why the boys had gotten out of there in the first place. I’m honestly so mad and sad, they are humans, not animals in a zoo. They deserve privacy and time to rest. They were on a plane for almost 24 hours to go to your country and give y'all a show and this is how you treat them? And I’ve seen some fans saying that because they don’t have tickets for the shows they were doing all that, the fuck? How does that give you permission to stalk them and annoy them? The only thing you’re doing is giving them a bad impression of south america, they are only going to 2 places, y'all are representing all of us. Let’s hope that at least this doesn’t continues for all the days that the boys are there and that tonight they can sleep.
“I met Chloe on March 25th,
2017. It was at the HVFF in Chicago. I arrived three days before the event to
have some time to explore the city on my own. When the day came I was a
complete mess. I flew almost 3000 just to see her. Of course I was first in line
She was a little bit late,
which gave me plenty of time to get more nervous. We were expecting her to come
through the black curtains. I was just talking with the staff guys (they were
so nice to me) when they saw her coming behind us.
I really can’t describe how
it felt to see her. She walked right pass me and suddenly I didn’t want to go
first. She came with her manager and sat down and I still wouldn’t move. She
was like waiting and I didn’t move. She finally told me to come over. I literally
had a speech planned and all the things that I wanted to say. I brought some
presents, but when I was in front of her I went totally blank.
I think I forgot my English
in that moment. I managed to say some words. I introduced myself and said that
I had come from Colombia and she was really surprised that I had done that.
It’s true that when you’re with her she’s hyper focused on you. She grabs your
hand and she looks at you, and only you and pays attention to every single
thing that you say and when you’re an incoherent mess (like I was) she starts
complimenting you. She grabbed my hair and said that she loved it, because she
missed her long hair so much. She said that she loved my shirt (I was wearing
the fight like a girl sweater) She always tries to keep the conversation flowing.
One thing that struck me is that she seems to be very aware of the kind of
person that is in front of her? I mean, I noticed that a few people only
approached her booth to see if she was taking pictures. She had a no photos
rule. I think with that she makes sure that people go there to have a special
moment, not just to take selfies with some celebrity.
I think she knows how to read
that love and reciprocate it when she sees that people are being honest with
her. So many of us went up there so excited only to say hello, to spend some
time with her. She tries to make that small moment special. I told her I had
totally forgotten my English in that moment and she said that Natalia would
love me, and mentioned the episode were they recruited Yoyo in Bogotá. I was
mostly trying to get out all the things that I wanted to tell her, I was so
nervous, but she never stopped holding my hand. She would hug me and she would thank
for every nice thing that I had to say.
I forgot that I had to get
her autograph so she asked if I had something for her to sign. I remembered the
Daisy pop and the gifts and I got the box out of my backpack. She asked which
color I wanted for the autograph and she started writing my name while I tried
to find the gifts, and I couldn’t find them! I was taking so long and getting
even more nervous so she got curious and started looking inside my bag. She
found another pop and asked who that was. It was a gift for a friend. She had
like her face in my bag and I was so clumsy trying to get the candy out of the
bag. (I gave her candy from Colombia) I explained some things about it and she
said that she loves treats and candy and everything sweet in general… yeah. No
I think she was smiling at
how clumsy I was the whole time. As I said, I think she really appreciates when
people cares about her. I told her that I was going to come back and also see
her at the photo ops and then she offered another hug and then went around the
table to hug me…and she just hugs you like she means it. I mean, I know that
I’m just another fan but I think she has a very special love for us and she
shows it every second. In that moment she makes sure to make you feel special. She kept smiling and
grabbed my hand again. I was shaking. I forgot half of the gifts, but I was
Then it was the first photo
op. I was like third in line. When I went in she hugged me again, called me by
my name, and I was a bit more confident at that point. The photo ops are super
fast and Chloe asked if I wanted a hug. I really never asked for anything
because I didn’t know the rules for these things but she was always warm and
nice. I mean, she doesn’t have to be like that and I think it can be exhausting
for her but again, I think she tries to reciprocate the love that we show her
in those brief seconds or minutes.
I got my picture and then I
felt like I didn’t want to go… so I just waited until she was back in her booth
and went to get the picture signed. I gave her a little bracelet and she let me
put it on her wrist. I babbled some more about how much Daisy and her mean in
my life. I thanked her. She hugged me again. I really lost the count on the
hugs hahaha. I asked about her kids and she told me they were back at home. I
said that I would see her the next day and then said goodbye.
On Sunday things were even
better. I actually felt like I could talk to her like a normal person hahaha. I
went back to her booth, of course (I really just spent my time there) Then I
was first in line again. That day Chloe arrived around 11. When she came I
started feeling a bit weird, I didn’t know if it was okay to go in so many
times… but I really went to Chicago for her, so I had to make the most of it.
She sat down and said hello.
I was wearing overalls and she said that she loved them. I told her that I
knew, that I always wanted to try but she gave me the confidence to start
buying them. She hugged me again and asked if I was going to the panel. I said
of course. I told her that I had another photo op with her and she told me that
she would see me there.
I kinda started feeling the
withdrawals at that point… so I just lurked around her booth for the rest of
the morning until it was time for the photo op (it was a duo op with Brett) that
day things were a lot more organized. I was one of the last ones in line. For
that photo I had a pose in mind.
It was as fast as the other
one. I think when it was my turn I went straight for Chloe and forgot that
Brett was there for a second haha so I quickly turned to say hi to him but
never let go off Chloe hahaha. The photographer would always get annoyed… and
even more when I tried to explain the pose to Chloe and Brett but they just
wouldn’t get it. It was funny because they got it wrong in the exact same way
the first time. Chloe kept asking and trying to show me if she was getting it,
and the next thing I know her leg is like around me, and then Brett got it and
I started laughing and almost ruined the photo… I’m still not totally happy
with my face, but at least we had a good time for those… 30 seconds hahaha. I
said thank you and apologized. Chloe said that we almost didn’t get it… and
then I started to feel like I didn’t want to say goodbye. I hugged her and then
left because I took too long and the ops guys hated me already. On my way out I
was like… shit Brett! And then hugged Brett. I think they both were laughing
the whole time about my clumsiness. So that was a bit of a mess but a good kind
But then I picked my photo… I
didn’t turn out that bad, and I realized that I had to do something else. I
mean, I was already there. So I ran back to the table and got the last ticket
for the next op. I ended back in line. The last person for the Chloe solo op.
I’m so glad I went back. When I entered again I asked if she was getting tired
of me. She received me with open arms and said that she never would. She peeked
outside and when she realized that I was the last person she told me “best for
last!” and grabbed my hand to take me to the center of the booth. She asked if
I had anything in mind so I just told her to make faces. When they took the pic
she quickly told me that she would say that she messed up, and then told the
photographer that she had messed up and to take another one. So they took
another picture, and I made the same face like the idiot I am. The thing is…
every time she would do something nice my brain would stop working so I had
nothing in that moment. I kinda wanted to cry.
So that’s exactly what I did.
I didn’t know if that was going to be my last personal moment with her so I
started thanking her for everything, again. I told her that I was glad I took
the very irresponsible decision to fly to Chicago in the last minute. She
thanked me for doing it and yes… more hugs. I got some time while the next
celeb took Chloe’s place in the booth so I told her that I wanted to say
goodbye and she told me to go to her autograph table again. I told her that she
was my hero. I felt like a guy was about to take me out so I gave her one last
hug and left.
Next it was the panel. You
all know how that went. It was hilarious. I was really close to them but then
went back to be closer to the mic line. I did get to ask a question about
Daisy. At that point we didn’t know if the show was going to be renewed and I
also started thinking that maybe this was going to be the only time that I got
to see her. I was happy with the things I told her. I was happy to see with my
own eyes how nice and honest in the way she interacts with people that she is,
but it was heartbreaking to think that only had like a few minutes more to see
So yes. I went back one last
time to the autograph table… Actually I waited for HOURS to be the last one to
go. Since I had become such good friends with the staff they just let me be
there. At the end I got to hang on the table where they had the pile of photos
for Chloe to sign, right next to her table. That’s when the funniest thing
happened. I see a huge, Asian guy come out from the back, He came to the table
where I was and started looking through the photos. So I went like…”Mr Bennet?”
He said yes with a smile. I introduced myself and told him my name and when he
heard it (and probably my accent) he said that I was the girl that came from
Colombia, that Chloe had told him about me. I died in that moment… for the
tenth time in two days. It was almost my turn so I just told him that he had
the most amazing daughter in the world. That she’s important for so many people
and women, that she was amazing and for me it was worth it to take such a trip
just to tell her that. He went full proud dad mode in that second and told me
that she really was, and just the way she was here with her fans she was at
home. He told me that she really appreciated me being there, and all the people
that support her. He thanked me and said that she probably would have something
special to say to me.
I went back. I really don’t
know what was going through her manager’s head at that point, but Chloe looked
happy. I went like: “I just met your dad” She was like oh no, what did he say?
He’s talking to the fans now? I just told her that we just agreed that she’s
the best. She took one of the other pictures that I was carrying to sign it
while we spoke. I thanked her for everything she did. I told her that it meant
a lot. I really don’t remember how we got to her birthday, but I wished her a
happy birthday and told her that mine was coming up too. She wished me a happy
birthday. I was trying really hard not to cry in front of her, but I told her
that I really meant all the things that I had told her, and that it might seem
like just a tv show, or a fictional character… but it really makes a difference
in the lives of so many people. She knows, she works her ass off to brig Daisy
to us and she loves every second of it. She thanked me and hugged me and she
wouldn’t let go off my hand while I told her.
Then she eyed my iphone on
the table. She asked if I wanted a selfie. I turned to check if there were
people in line and actually some people arrived after me so I just looked back
at her, but she was grabbing my phone and she told the others that it was
because my photo op came out wrong. She told me that I had come all the way
here, that I should get one. I just nodded and she was already going though my
phone and opening the camera app. She took a pic, and then I said that my hair
was terrible, so she just took another one. She didn’t look like uncomfortable
or like she had to do it. She really wanted to make that moment special. I
think she wants that for all her fans and I think that it’s important not to
pressure her to sign things and take pictures on do things. She’s a person just
like us, she could be tired or having a bad day, but she’ll offer something
special to make you happy if she can. She wouldn’t stop thanking me and I told
her that I was happy that I got to see her one last time. Then I saw her
manager check her watch and I think I said it out loud because Chloe laughed.
She got out of the table again to hug me and that’s when I broke. I told her
that I didn’t know if I would get to see her again, but that she had made
everything so special that I would always treasure these days. She told me that
we would see each other again and I told her that we didn’t even know what was
going to happen with AoS and that I just needed Daisy in my life. I told her
that it would kill me (Don’t judge me. I was a mess in that moment) she was
like noo! Don’t die! Hahaha She said that she was going to do new things.
In the end she just hugged me
and thanked me for coming. I waited until she left and waved her goodbye. I
actually didn’t cry when she left hahah I think maybe I’ll get to see her
again. Now I know that going there was totally worth it and I would definitely
do it again.”
listen it’s my personal theory that young Dee was like…a force of nature before the collective weight of Dennis and her mother wore her down…like she gets into fights literally EVERY recess…she gives a girl a concussion…in third grade they have to do Expert Projects and she does hers on medieval torture devices or something and it includes a historically accurate stake for stake burning that Frank commissions from a movie set company and she does a reenactment of the death of Joan of Arc with Dennis as the executioner
Random thoughts n Drag Race finale and fan reaction
-I honestly liked all top 4 queens to win it, but I do think Trinity did better in the lipsync against Peppermint.
-I always love seeing all the queens’ updated drag at the finale, Nina’s makeup was fantastic, Valentina looked gorgeous and I was gagged by Cynthia’s over-the-top wig. And of course the top four were just superb. Comparatively was a little underwhelmed by Shea (she looked stunning but I wanted more drawma), but Pep, Trinity and Sasha slayed me.
-With the exception of Sasha’s lipsync against Shea (Sasha was giving me Manila Luzón “MacArthur Park” feels), I wasn’t super gagged by any of the lipsyncs tbqh. Peppermint’s outfit change was exciting but I felt neither queen performed it as strong (pun unintended). Sasha vs Pep was good but it’d still fall short of like… Coco vs Alyssa for example.
-Y’all 12 y-o whining about Drag Race being racist and not wanting to crown a black queen or two black queens in a row, children pls did any of you ever hear of how the first three seasons saw a QOC crowned? The whole show’s on Netflix girl, go watch it before crying. Not counting All Stars, there have only been 2 white queens (3 now with Sasha) out of 9 winners
-Same goes for y’all whining about “what’s the point of the challenges if a lipsync’s gonna decide everything”. Go see how S1-3 queens were crowned
-Somehow the same people are complaining Peppermint should’ve been crowned because she’s trans? It’s a competition children. Just by her exposure on the show Peppermint’s already received a huge platform and shown a brilliant example for trans kids of color and that’s fantastic, but lbr, she didn’t do that well in the competition, bombed the Snatch Game, landed in the bottom two twice and might have done a third for her poor outfit choice if not for Wintergreen’s personality that charmed the judges.
-Y’all are still gagging over Roxxxy Andrews’s wig reveal but somehow Sasha’s rose reveal was “a cheap gimmick”. Okay, girl. Shea wasn’t doing jack on that lipsync, get over yourself. Sasha played it smart, gave us drama and a god dang great show.
-Gotta love how y’all were calling Valentina a snake a week ago for having shitty hateful fans and now y’all being shitty and hateful to Sasha bc your fave didn’t win :)
-For the last three seasons, the winner isn’t actually crowned? I’m very confused about this? Bob was literally holding the crown but then they just gav Sasha the scepter? (i know how they film it but why don’t they film the three queens getting actually crowned like in S4 & 5 it’s just weirdly upsetting there’s a bloody crown there but no one wears it????
I fight like a girl. I fight like a girl who refuses to be a victim. I fight like a girl who’s tired of being ignored, humored, beaten or raped. I fight like a girl who’s been pushed too far. I fight like a girl who’s sick of not being taken seriously. I fight like a girl who doesn’t believe in fear. I fight like a girl who knows that you have as much power as she grants you. I fight like a girl who has a lifetime of anger, strength, and pride pent up in her girly body. I fight like a girl who fights back. [insp]