so bored that i even made this song

some general tips for people with executive dysfunction

1. invest in a can of dry shampoo!!! they’re not particularly expensive (mine is batiste brand, i got it for $8).  showering a lot can suck for low energy people, esp people who are trying to get their hair to adjust to getting washed less offten (hair gets oily very quickly after long periods of being washed every day) and this can save lot of time while also making you feel clean!! 

2. BANANAS ARE A GODSEND. i get very sick in the morning, and im also perpetually low on energy, which usually makes me opt out of breakfast. but bananas are quick, easy, filling, and (fun fact) make you less nauseous somehow? idk. they’re great. if you never eat breakfast like me, try to start buying bananas more often as its a really good backup 

(this one’s kind of big so ill break it down so its easier to read) 

3. clean stuff as soon as possible rather than waiting for it to build up. it doesn’t have to be huge, time consuming tasks. just small steps to save yourself from some stress in the future. 

  • pick up clothes from the floor the second you take it off and put it in the washing machine. you don’t have to turn it on or do the washing now, but now its off your floor which is great!
  • throw stuff in the trash can the first time around instead of having it pile up. take empty cups/plates into the kitchen right away (you can go around the house, or even just your room and pick up dishes whenever you need to take a break from working or studying)
  • quickly do your bed first thing!! it doesn’t have to be extremely neat, honestly just dust off your covers, fold it at the foot of your bed and fluff your pillows a bit!! it took a minute but now your room looks a lot cleaner!

4. break up everything into small tasks/create routines that are very specific! my example will be showering.

  • when i shower, i break it up into very very specific parts. the first thing, probably the hardest, is getting myself in the shower. focusing on how showering is not a stressful activity, how it feels good and how good you feel after can definitely minimize the amount of time i spend psyching myself to get up, as overtime the idea of showering becomes an intrinsic part of your day rather than a task or chore. 
  • after i get myself in, the hardest part’s done, and i can relax. i do my routine, which at this point, has become a no brainer. my routine is: shampoo, conditioner (but i dont wash it out), body wash/soap, face wash, brushing my teeth (yes i brush my teeth in the shower fuck off two birds with one stone), and then finally i wash the conditioner out! this is weird but if im done extra quickly, i’ll let myself just stand there until the water runs cold bc idk i really like showering?? 

starting a new routine is always difficult but just stick with it. you can start introducing a routine one task at a time, you can remember to just wash your hair and then get out if thats all the energy you have today. and dont be ashamed about music in the shower!!! i played music on my phone in the shower every day for a year maybe? ive stopped now bc my last phone’s headphone port broke bc of water damage but anyway thats not relevant 

5. keeping a calendar and planner is great in feeling good and organized. you dont have to get a super expensive bullet journal, just start small. i got my current calendar as a christmas gift (theres food puns every month i love it) and my school provides planners. dont feel obligated to use it EVERY DAY and constantly have the best handwriting. just keep it on your desk in class and at home for whenever you need it

6. music and podcasts are good for any time. waking up but feeling super anxious and you dont want to get up? music/podcasts drown out your thoughts and can help you start your day in a nice way. studying and feeling really bored and annoyed?? listen to your favorite songs. trying to go to sleep but your annoying brain wont shut up? nice chill podcasts, or even just longish youtube videos help. 

  • music (especially instrumental music) is best for when you need to think and focus on a task. podcasts are good for menial tasks that dont require you to think that much, as podcasts are more engaging and have you focus on something so you feel less bored/procrastinatey!!! 
  • my favorite songs to listen to when studying are actually playlists ive made! (here and here) and my podcast/video recommendations are off topic and grumpcasts/long game grumps videos, but i understand that this isnt for everyone (cw: lots of swearing, dark humor, stupid casual racism/sexism/transphobia/ableism but its just something i put up with bc i really like michael jones)

i can’t really think of anything else right now!! these are just all the things i do that actually do help a lot

i see lots of sentiment in the studyblr community that basically says “your future self wont be pleased with your pathetic excuses right now :)” and stuff like that and just…please remember that executive dysfunction is never “just an excuse”, it is a legitimate reason for not being able to complete tasks. feeling frustrated with yourself is normal, but you should never be made to feel guilty for not being able to do something, no matter how menial or how crucial. you’re great and you can do this <3

anonymous asked:

Just curious about why you hate Taylor Swift?

i don’t want any hate for this, if you disagree that’s fine, but everyone’s allowed their opinion. it would be pretty boring if everyone liked the same people, right?

  • honestly, i don’t think she can sing all that great. she’s only got as far as she has because her songs are hella catchy. i mean, i don’t like her but even i find myself singing along to her music sometimes.
  • she took fifteen of her own fans to court because they made merchandise on ETSY. i don’t know about you but i don’t think that is gonna bother her finances too much, do you? i doubt they’d even make that much money so i don’t see the problem.
  • a woman used one of her songs in her wedding video and her team got in contact with the woman to have it removed, meaning she was left with no audio for the whole video
  • sued her old guitar teacher for using her name on his website as if he didn’t give her everything she has
  • finds a problem in every single streaming site because she wants her fans to only be able to purchase her album - even when Apple agreed to fix the issue she had she STILL hasn’t agreed to be apart of Apple Music
  • makes stuff about her, even when it isn’t. for example, the whole nicki minaj issue
  • the media and promotional team doll her up as some american sweetheart who loves her fans and is super sweet and generous. I don’t know about you but I am not here for that
  • SHE’S A LYING SNAKE

there’s more, but i can’t be bothered to go on anymore, but that’s the gist of it. 

Bts is such a inspiration. They don’t only inspire us fans but other artist too. I see many group do similar things as bts, even the makeup up & style. Especially after BS&T, everyone started to dress like them and their music sounded like bts. But bts will always be the best, their mvs, choreography, lyrics & even the teasers are on another level. Their lyrics tells a real story, they’re uniq unlike other groups that write only boring love songs. Especially being from a small company & made it so big, they deserve all the respect. Big hit is one of the biggest company now thanks to bts.

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Where were you when I was burned and broken
While the days slipped by from my window watching
Where were you when I was hurt and helpless

I Won’t Say pt. 2 (Jughead x Reader)

-Summary: Part two of I Won’t Stay, where Jughead and Y/N go to the dance together but ditch.

-Jughead Jones x Reader

-Request? Yep.

-Word Count: 1110

-Warnings: none

-A/N: Jughead is living in the drive in still for this one, it fits better with the story.

-Tags: @multiversegalaxygirl@xbobaaa , @flowercrown-bucky ,

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Jughead’s POV

If I was being honest, I was quite nervous. I was supposed to be picking up Y/N in thirty minutes for the school dance that she asked me to. Dances aren’t my thing, but I wasn’t about to say no to a chance with Y/N, even though everything in my head was telling me that I should do otherwise, that anything to do with relationships is a waste, because someone always gets hurt in the end. But I ignored it, and decided I’m gonna do what my heart wants for once. She is the one who asked me after all.  Or had I misinterpreted it? Was she asking me as a friend? I hoped not.

I shook the thoughts from my head and grabbed my phone and left the drive in, locking the door to the place behind me. After about twenty minutes I arrived at Y/N’s house; I was ten minutes early, but that didn’t matter, she usually gets ready for things super quick. I sent her a quick text telling her I was here, opting not to knock on the door and having to face her nosy mother.

I may love Y/N, but that does not mean I have to like her parents.

No, I’m still not admitting that I love her.

After a minute or two, the door opened up to a smiling Y/N. I couldn’t help but smile back, she had the most beautiful smile.

“Ready to go?” I asked her.

She nodded, “Let’s go.”

When we arrived at school, we immediately found our group of friends. They all greeted us and the evening went on with us just talking and drinking the punch that had not yet been spiked by Reggie. I was getting kind of bored after about two hours, Y/N and I just sitting down, watching everybody dancing.

Then, the slow dance came on.

I sat there for a couple of seconds, debating whether I should ask her to dance. It would be rude if I didn’t, but also risky if I did. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and finally said it:

“Do you want to dance?”

She looked at me and smiled, “Thought you’d never ask.”

I stood up and held my hand out to her, she took it and I led her to the dance floor where everyone else was dancing. She placed her arms around my neck, and I carefully placed my hands on her waist, my heart racing from how close we were in proximity. It felt like we were just stood there, staring at each other, no cares in the world. Before we knew it the song was over and we parted awkwardly, not saying a word.

She spoke up, “This dance is boring, wanna leave?”

I nodded and we left, not even telling any of our friends goodbye. We made our way to our ‘secret spot’, otherwise known as the tree house in the back yard of Y/N’s house. We hadn’t been up here in a while. We had been so wrapped up in the investigation into Jason Blossom’s murder and the Blue and Gold that we hadn’t really had time to properly hang out in our spot. We used to come here once a week, as a tradition. We’d made a silly pact when we were younger that we would only be best friends if we met there every week. We would play card games and board games to keep ourselves amused. It was what I looked forward to every week.

When she pulled out Cluedo from the stack of board games I laughed, “Hopefully we can actually solve this murder.”

She laughed, “Shut up you goof.”

Although it was dark and there was very little light in the tree house, our eyes adjusted and we sat down and set up everything and started playing. About half way into the game, I couldn’t help myself but to say, “I’ve missed this.”

She looked up from her cards, “The game or us hanging out?”

I rolled my eyes, “The second one obviously.”

She smiled, “Me too,” she said sincerely, then she went back to the game, “I think I’m gonna accuse.”

I shook my head, “You can’t possibly know who it is!”

She smirked, “Was it scarlet, with the pistol, in the bedroom?”

I looked down at my cards, knowing that I didn’t have any of those, and she had in fact won. I groaned and threw my cards down, and she laughed.

“You chose this game cause you always win at it, cheater,” I say, teasing her.

“Hey! It’s not my fault you suck at it!” She said laughing.

After we had packed the game up, too tired for another game, she sat back down next to me. It was quiet for a moment until Y/N spoke up again, “How have you been? You know, besides everything.”

I shrugged, “Fine, haven’t really had much time to think about anything else.”

Y/N nodded, “I get what you mean, I haven’t really had a moment to myself either, which made me enjoy tonight a hundred times more, because I got to spend time with you, like we used to,” she smiled fondly.

We sat there, in the dark tree house, just staring at each other. Thanks to my lack of control, my eyes flickered to her lips for a split second. I love her. I’m in love with her.

“I, uh…” I trailed off, not really knowing where I was going with my words. I didn’t really want to finish my sentence, because admitting it means being vulnerable, it means putting myself at risk for being hurt by the ones you love. I already knew how that felt. But I didn’t have to admit anything if I just showed her instead.

So I kissed her.

It was like the world stopped spinning. Her lips connected with mine in the most luxurious way that I felt like I was going dizzy. Everything made sense. I had no idea how much I had wanted this until now.

It felt like a lifetime until we pulled apart, and when we did I had to say it, “I love you.”

She inhaled a deep breath, looking like she was still recovering from what had just happened, “I-I love you too Jughead, I always have.”

“You have?” I ask, shocked.

She nods her head and places her hand on my cheek, smiling, “How could I not love you? You’ve always been here for me when no- one else was.”

I couldn’t even come up with a reply, I was just filled with relief.

So instead, I kissed her again.

Dusk Till Dawn

Masterlist

Request - Heey:) could you do harry hook x reader imagine to the song “Dusk till dawn” by Zayn & Sia?? Just if you wants to of course☺️
Requested by - Anonymous
Word Count - 3, 150
Pairing - Harry Hook x Reader (Daughter of Tiger Lily[cheifs daughter in Peter Pan])
Warnings - Ok I definetly swore in this, but only because I have been swearing more than usual in day to day life aswell so…yeah ; )
Summary - I feel like I made short stories or mini canons to each lyrics that were together oops these don’t really fit togther unless by fit together you add in small or large timeskips. Basically the lyrics became prompts to short stories so yep, also I got bored and made a moodboard in piccollage! 

***NOT EDITED IM SORRY IF YOU REALISE HOW BAD I AM WHEN I WRITE WITHOUT EDITING***



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BTS as drunk situations I have been in

Jin: When I was so hungry at a party that I wanted to eat a piece of cake but then I realized that there were about 10 pieces I alredy have bitten into and forgotten about

Yoongi: The time we were taking the train to a houseparty while being drunk and I fell asleep while my friends were turning up to my favorite song.

Hobi: that one time we were at a boring birthday party when the first good song played and we started to dance like there’s no tomorrow even though all the people looked at us strangely.

Rapmon: When I thought I broke my crush’s water-tap after going to the bathroom but I was actually just too drunk to turn it off the right way.

Jimin: When I was so drunk that I made out with a guy I just met that day while the others were watching weird asian porn (don’t question that one)  

Taehyung: When I was hammerd for the first time properly so I took a hell load of pictures and videos to document it (which were all on my snapchat story that I imedeatly deleted the next morning)

Jugkook: When I said that I wouldn’t drink that day but then woke up on a couch without a blanket, soaking wet pants that smelled like sex on the beach and no memory while still being drunk

credits to @park-loins who I got the idea from. I just did the same but with my situations. Hope you like it and don’t forget to tag yourself!

dear you | optional bias

( guess who was on my mind the whole time i wrote this? well, i’m a hoe so the answer may or may not be three different people… bUT ANYWAYS,, i thought that this kind of scenario would be best as an optional bias one, so i do hope you’ll enjoy. ♡ )

insp. ✧ “through the night” by iu
wc. ✧ 515
pair. ✧ optional bias x reader ( your pov )

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an open letter to the newfound love of my life.

dear you,

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i made a speedpaint for this too, but it was quite boring so screw that. Bendy pouring shower gel into cuppy’s head to create the ultimate bubble bath! suggested a loooong time ago by @bony-bones, even if she doesn’t recall it ^^

overall not happy with this doodoo, but i spent 2 hours on this so i guess… yeah…

tell me if you want the speedpaint, but you’d have to suggest a song for it ; p

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((It’s an unwritten rule that Mr.Hugalout only hugs 2D characters if they do it first. I like to call this the “I can’t friken draw but if you’re willing I ain’t stopping you” effect.))

And so I ran while screaming like a fangirl. You can’t blame me seriously.

The Miku examples I used were drawn by these awesomely talented people:

@ask-rebel-miku @ask-mikunee @indiefoxtail

And @asklittlemiku was the little guest that made me ran.

((Ok since this is a Miku centered post I’m just going to say all there is to say and appreciate about her and the blogs I follow to get a bit of a break from Miku in general, and to give the blogs a break from me lmao I honestly think I’m getting annoying.

Sidenote #1: So I’ve liked Miku since 2008, I was young and the songs in my country were just so boring and tasteless. Mind you I do listen to some rock bands but I liked some diversity in the songs I listen to and Miku had some pretty catchy ones.

Sidenote #2: Now this is what you americans call “sucking up to” well screw it I’m doing it;

So Indie, I would like to again tell you that your art is just amazing. I’ve been a follower since like the pony era and seeing the art style improve over these few years has made it grow on me a bit. I even have 2 of your miku drawings as my lockscreen and background on my phone. If it hasn’t sink in yet, YOU’RE MY FAVORITE ARTIST. So again I say, hope you’re having a nice day and take care.

Rebel miku and Mikunee are 2 of the many miku blogs that I’ve recently started to follow and their art styles are also pretty cute and eyecatching so props to them too and know that I’m always happy seeing you 2 post.

Sidenote #3: I don’t own much miku merchandise except a few posters since I’m living in the east side of Europe where all the cool stuff are hard to find.

Sidenote #4: If you’re an artist or an ask blog please, poke me or something I need to follow more blogs after I unfollowed so many dead ones. My dash is somewhat dead help.

That’s all I wanted to say. This is your mod man, wishing you a nice day.))

anonymous asked:

Snake actually has credit the i am too sexy for song singer/producer. Like she know is not her song so for not being sued she credit them but is actually worse because girl this is not your fucking song. 3 years,new life,revenge and all she can do is lyrics about arya stark list of people,a meme about herself dead,a black lipstick and a ritmo for another song.

i know the song is sampled but it still sounds like a bad copy of the original (i mean the original song is #iconic but to think she made the right choice by chosing it for the sampling…….. like, lol, good god), and also yeah the lyrics are not even worth a comment and the whole narrative she’s pushing is typical taylor swift™ and totally boring and predictable. i know her songs, 1989 was a good album despite the crappy narrative and the ridiculous obsession for harry, Red had great songs too, she knows how to sing catchy songs that will be stuck in your head forever until you like them, but she chose this route because $$$$ and publicity are what her body is made of… im just glad i’m seeing more people being fed up with her and all this image she wants for herself. (also, music aside, she’s a terrible human being so i dont know how people can praise her or even appreciate what she does) 

The Killing Joke (after the first 30 minutes because I refuse to acknowledge that those minutes exist) Starters
  • “You mind telling me what this is about?”
  • “I’m here because I need to be.”
  • “I’ve been thinking lately about you, you and me.”
  • “You ain’t allowed to touch me!”
  • “You think it’s all a big joke to me?”
  • “Money isn’t a problem. Not anymore.”
  • “Sure, sure, it’s my privilege.”
  • “Let’s shake on it!”
  • “I can see that you’re happy about that.”
  • “Do feel free to stick around.”
  • “Excuse me if I find that comforting.”
  • “You can’t save everyone.”
  • “How can two people hate so much without knowing each other?”
  • “I had some really interesting nightmares.”
  • “It’s just a psychological condition.”
  • “Here’s to crime.”
  • “I have to prove myself.”
  • “Can you try and be cool?”
  • “So grim and ugly… It was getting under my skin.”
  • “No, it’s cliche.”
  • “Pretty sick, ain’t it?”
  • “He’s taking it to the limit this time.”
  • “You’re going mad.”
  • “Remembering’s dangerous. I find the past such a worrying, anxious place.”
  • “Memories are what our reason is based on.”
  • “There is no sanity clause.”
  • “There’s always madness.”
  • “There was an accident this morning…”
  • “I’m going to count to ten. One. Nine.”
  • “Swear to me!”
  • “We may be scared of you. We’re terrified of him.”
  • “It doesn’t have to be good to be a classic.”
  • “Throw the book!”
  • “You don’t look so good.”
  • “Perhaps a song might bring a smile to your face.”
  • “Life is swell in a padded cell.”
  • “Don’t get even; get mad.”
  • “That’s what a dose of reality will do to you.”
  • “I find it waters down the hallucinations.”
  • “This wasn’t supposed to turn out boring.”
  • “Maybe I should’ve been a clown instead of a comedian.”
  • “You useless son of a bitch.”
  • “All it takes is one bad day.”
  • “You make me want to puke.”
  • “I mean, what is it with you? What made you the way you are?”
  • “Sometimes I remember it one way, sometimes another.”
  • “If I’m going to have a past, I prefer it to be multiple choice.”
  • “Why can’t you see the funny side?”
  • “Why aren’t you laughing?”
  • “I’ve heard it before. And it wasn’t funny the first time.”
  • “Maybe it’s just you.”
  • “God damn it.”
  • “I don’t want to hurt you.”
  • “You don’t need to be alone.”
  • “We don’t have to kill each other.”
  • “Let me help you.”
  • “I’m sorry, but no. No, it’s far too late for that.”
  • “You know, it’s funny. This reminds me of a joke.”

One of my brothers pulled me aside this afternoon and asked me if I had heard Harry Styles’ new album. I told him of course I had (and casually left out the part where I stayed up until 4AM for it but anyway.) He told me one of his friend’s had heard the album too, and that while they thought it was boring (?!?!), they thought Harry was really talented. I had my thoughts on the whole “boring” thing, mainly “HOW?! WOMAN LITERALLY EXISTS!!!!!” but the whole conversation was so shocking because it just occurred to me suddenly that people outside of our bubble are going to hear these songs. And I know we know that, but it’s a different thing to acknowledge that. I mean. They’re going to hear Kiwi and not know why (some of us) find the line about “having your baby” so jaw-dropping and/or funny. They’re going to hear about red lips and blue eyes, and not even know about Harry and Louis being forced apart. 

And it just made me think about how much our own experiences with this band shape our perspective. We talk about the GP like they’re some barely-relevant enigma, but it doesn’t really hit you how different we are from them, until it hits you. Our emotions, our thoughts are tied to these songs because we connect them to these boys we spend all our time loving, and that makes them entirely different works of art to us than to everyone else. When we hear them, we hear history, and longing, and melancholy, and enduring love that we have actually seen, and while other people might apply the lyrics to their own personal lives or situations, it’s just different. I’m a firm believer in taking a song and making it your own, but everything written is written with a purpose and a history, and that history is a road map of the artist and who they are and some people just. Don’t know.

I don’t know. It’s wild to me, though.

Cybermatsu AU?

Omg just imagine this: S/O was busy playing with her smart-phone until they suddenly misclicked and unknowingly installed a software called: Cybermatsu. She opened the application, revealing a cute pine-themed loading screen. After waiting for a few minutes, the loading screen black suddenly and there’s a voice saying: “Pick your Matsu!”. Confused, They aimlessly tapped the screen a few times and a popup suddenly appeared, listing the name of the Matsuno Brothers. Out of curiosity, S/O yelled out her [F/C] colored text, resulting a cute little Chibi Matsu to appear on the screen <3

Their first line:

Osomatsu: Hello there, thanks for picking me~ I know I’m irresistible to begin with~ Say, what’s your name? Ah~ I’m Osomatsu! Hey, wanna go watch some movies with me? //smirks naughtily//

Karamatsu: Heh. Bless your for choosing me, my Angel. Before we continue our love stoy, may I know your name? My name is..Karamatsu. //Charisma mode on//

Choromatsu: U-Umm..Hello there! My name is Choromatsu! Nice to meet you! Thanks for choosing me rather than my brothers, I know I’m probably unworthy but, please enjoy your time with me. What’s your name? //smiling cutely//

Ichimatsu: I’m Ichimatsu. T-Thanks fr choosing me over my shitty brothers. I-I’m kind of thankful about it.. //blushes slightly, petting his orange cat//  A-Anyway, what’s your name?

Jyushimatsu: Jyushiimatsu desu!! Hahahaha, thanks for choosing me! Hey hey, do you have something that I can eat? I’m hungry! Oops- Wrong! Hey hey!! What’s your name? //smiling brightly//

Todomatsu: Ah, hello! I’m Todomatsu! Nice to meet you. Omg! You’re so pretty! I can’t wait to waste my time with you! Hey, what’s your name? Let’s go shopping sometimes!~ //Taking a picture of you whilst smiling cutely//

Days passed and you wasted hours by socializing with them. You were never get bored because there’s so many unique features in the application. You can change their appearance, like changing their outfit into the super cute Alice In Wonderland themed outfits, or add some cute features like wings, crowns, blushes,etc. You can also feed them with Chibita’s oden, Mom’s pears, etc. You can interact with them in oh so many ways! And the greatest part is, they won’t even say the same sentence over and over again! So in a way, you’re like having them as your bestfriend. 

++ Dialogues ++

When you open the app:

Osomatsu: Ah, welcome back, [Name]! So, what are we doing next?I’m reallyyyy bored, [Name-chan]~ Haa, I wish I were there in your room, I want to hug you~ Actually, I want to do the do with you. Hehehehe~

Karamatsu: Hmm~? You’re back, My Angel. Shall we continue our love story? I can’t wait to sing my beautifully written song that I made for you~ I’ve made this only for you, my beloved!

Choromatsu: Oh, welcome back, [Name]! Ehh, isn’t it weird that you always check on my everday? Don’t tell me..[Name], have you finished your homework yet? Go finish your homework first, idiot!

Ichimatsu: Welcome back, idiot. So, how was your day? You know, talking with an unburnable trash like me won’t ease your stress, you know. B-But don’t leave! I missed you, so..

Jyushimatsu: Hahahaha! Welcome home! Hey, did you brought me some food?! I’m still hungry!~ Wait! Let’s go and play baseball together, haha!~ HUSTLE MUSCLE HUSTLE MUSCLE!!~

Todomatsu: Omoo! Welcome back, [Name]-chan! Hey, let’s take a selfie. //takes a selfie// Anyway, how was your day? Eh..not good, hm? Well, you can talk to me, I know you can count on me to lighten your day up <3

WTWF behind the scenes!

So a lot of thought went into making WTWF, and I thought it would be cool to show you guys some of the ideas and planning about the story that you might not know about :) Thank you again to everyone who took the time to read my fic and leave wonderful messages about it to me, you guys are the absolute best <3

  • WTWF was supposed to be a one-shot story originally! But then I realized all of the scenes in my head were going to be long so I ended up dividing it into chapters
  • the first title for this story was ‘Tasting Marigolds’ or ‘The Taste of Marigolds’. But I didn’t want to spoil Killua’s flower until the 5th chapter so I had to change that.
  • I didn’t come up with the idea for Killua’s flowers to be marigolds! Someone submitted this fanart and poem to me about the hanahki au before I had a plan for a full fic and I just kept the flower from there since the marigold meaning is so perfect
    • Marigolds represent despair and grief over the loss of love and the beauty and warmth of the rising sun, so its perfect for killugon!

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“Call the doc, I must be sick.
Better get me my medicine.
Now it’s five o'clock, on the phone again.
I think I might need another prescription.”

-Hollywood Undead, MEDICINE

anonymous asked:

What's your opinion on Corbean

I hate him so much like wtf?? He’s not even that good at singing?? He sucks so bad and I thank god that he only got 2 lines in these girls bc he would’ve made the song so much worst than he already did. Fuck Him!

Do This I’m Bored

not worthy | pt.2

They say you should be a warrior and fight for your rights and for th eones you love. But why does it feel like you just lost the battle when it hasn’t even started.


pairing: jungkook | reader
words: 3.4k
genre: angst
summary: the plan was to live happily ever after with Jungkook. not let your stepsister take him away from you

pt 1. pt.3 pt.4


Make friends with her.

Go talk to her.

She is a not a devil, Y/n. Stop exaggerating.

Don’t forget Y/N, she is your sister.

Stepsister, you corrected.

The atmosphere in the house was different. The flavor of your dinner became unappetizing and undesirable, stabbing your fork into the pasta as family coverations became all about Song, Song, Song. Baking with mum was not something you were looking forward to because Song has replaced you. If you were lucky, you might just be asked to check if the cookies were baked. Even if your mum admired Song like her own daughter, you were in no hurry to see her as an older sister.

It wasn’t as if you despised all her efforts to fit into the family, making herself comfortable and all. It was just the fact that her addition to the family was making you feel like you don’t even belong there.

No matter how venomous she seems to be in your head, you couldn’t blame her for anything. She performed her sisterly role perfectly, checking on you if you wanted green tea or if the both of you were free for a movie night out. Suspicious as it sounds like, you didn’t want to live the rest of your life thinking she is the most horrible step sister.


“Y/N,”

“What do you want?”

“Come on, don’t be grumpy. We haven’t had a sister bonding session. Lets go for a movie?”

“No,”

“Its on me. Come on. You are acting as if I’m a complete monster who is going to make your life a living hell,” she piped and then added with a chucke. “Which obviously, I’m not.”


Trust was the most difficult element of a relationship that anyone has ever had to deal with. And to trust Song, it was going to take a hell lot of time to do so.

The blossoming friendship between Song and Jungkook was already giving you a hard time. It still stabs your heart on other days, the trickling fear stinging your heart like poison. You had every reason to question Jungkook about his friendship, maybe set boundaries and do something at least. But you brushed it off, because you trusted Jungkook.


“I don’t know Jungkook,” You groaned, burying your face in your free hand while the other gripped your phone, the crackling of his laughter enlightening the eeriness of your bedroom.

“Its been 3 months Y/N,” He chuckled on the other end. “I’m sure you can get rid of all your hatred for your sister,”

“Easier said than done. She’s a pain in the ass. Sucking up to my mum and me and its disgusting,”

“Well she doesn’t seem so bad. She seems to be fine when we text,”

Wait, hold up.

“You text my step sister?” Your words came out harsher than you thought, envy dripping on every syllabus.

“I mean yeah. We exchanged it like a week after the wedding,” Jungkook replied as a matter of fact, unfazed by the drop of tone in your voice.

“Oh,”

“Y/N, you do know that there is nothing between us right?” Your boyfriend spoke softly, sensing your distance and discomforting silence.

“Yeah, I just never knew you guys were on virtual terms now,” you timidly replied. “Uh, I need to go now, bye,”

Hanging up before you could even hear his reply, you hoped that it would make him realize how disturbed you were by this. The remnants of the wedding clouded your memory, and you cringed at the way Song placed her dainty hands on his shoulders. It made you realize how foolish you were, to let all of that happen in your vision all because you denied any possible conclusions or judgments from that scene.

And now, here you were, wondering what those two would text about. Not that you were so clingy and desperate to know Jungkook’s private life, but it just irked the nerves in you because its Song we are talking about here.

She could get anything she wants.

And by now, oh god, were you so fucking frightened that she might take Jungkook away.

No it won’t happen. He loves you. And you love him. He says that everyday and you should be well convinced and trust him because he would never throw away 2 years of unconditional love for a brat of a stepsister.


“Oh hey Jungkook! Oh my! You have gotten so built! I mean look at those arms,” The sickening voiced shrilled in the living room, her appearance becoming an eyesore when Jungkook was around because she acted so differently around him.

It took every ounce in you not to pull her by her hair or chop her arms off when she skimmed her fingers down his arms while you stood beside him, glaring at her and wishing that your piercing gaze was enough to kill her.

“If you excuse me, my boyfriend and I have a movie night to catch on. And if I remind you, you have to be somewhere right now,” you tried your hardest to rip her away from Jungkook who just waved her off with no signs of disgust or resistance.

“Geez Y/N, why you got to be so obsessive,” Your sister raised her brows, looking at you like you just committed a terrible crime.

“Just leave,” you sighed, shutting the door and leading Jungkook into the living room.

“Whatever,” You could feel her rolling her eyes behind you, scoffing at your attitude.

Finally, a night just for you and Jungkook. No distractions, no whining and complaining. And definitely no stepsisters. Just you and Jungkook.

“You know you look cute when you are jealous,”

While you were fishing out for the selection of movies, Jungkook’s voice made you halt your movements, making you eye him as he comfortably sat on the couch. Lucky it was dim, because the flushed red tint that crippled your cheeks would make him tease you further.

“Excuse me? Since when was I jealous? Why did you say that?” you mumbled back, pushing your hair back as you continued to rummage through the movies.

“Come on Y/N,” Jungkook chuckled. “You just lashed out at your sister the moment I came into your house,”

“I don’t know what you are talking about,”

It took a muffled sigh and shuffling before you felt arms encircle your waist, encasing you in a warm embrace. Jungkook tucked his chin on your shoulder swaying you from side to side and you wonder how easily vulnerable you are to his hugs because they just sweep you off your feet.

“Its difficult to resist someone like you especially when you love that someone so much,” Kisses trailing along your jawline, sending a surge of adrenaline through you.

“Jungkook,”

“I will never look at anyone other than you,” And just with his kisses that flutter on your skin like butterflies, you trusted him again.


You weren’t sure anymore if what Jungkook promised you was really a genuine promise.

Song knew where push your buttons, making you flinch and cringe at whatever she does. Sometimes, it became so common that Song didn’t even know that her insults and presence was enough to make you fear and tremble.

“You know Y/N, I actually don’t see what Jungkook sees in you,” delicate fingers toyed with a strawberry. “I mean you are nice and all, but boys can get easily bored,”

All your responses were either a huffed sigh or a nod, showing how disinterested you were when starting a conversation with her. But this remark had made you halt at the fridge, hands gripping onto the milk carton and knuckles turning white.

“I don’t even know what was the special connection you felt. Its like you are the quiet and timid one and then he is confident and wild and everything,” you didn’t need to turn around to know that she was gazing into the air, eyes full admiration at the thought of your boyfriend.

 Your boyfriend. Your Jungkook.

“Excuse me?”

“Don’t get me wrong Y/N. Just thought that he was way out of your league. He needs to go out with someone more extraordinary and exciting and can give him the best, you know,”

The milk carton in your hands had the imprints of your fingernails, the lump in your throat threatening to make all the tears that you have been holding spill like theres no tomorrow. And if Song was going to slice you with her words, you were going to make sure she feels the same way.

“Actually I don’t,” you inquired, voice hostile and low.

“Well then you are a fool,”

“A fool wouldn’t love and trust someone like Jungkook,” Steel cold eyes reflect yours, the intensity between the two of you making it difficult to breathe.

“Are you sure you love Jungkook? Because he doesn’t seem like he does,”

“Don’t you fucking dare talk about us like that,” You stepped forward, decreasing the space between the two of you. “Whatever you do, whatever you have up your fucking sleeves, you will never get in between me and Jungkook,”

The height difference was already giving you a disadvantage at trying to take power. That didn’t matter to you anymore. It was the determination and glint of mischief that made you hold your words back.

“Sure you do. But does Jungkook even mind?” Her words taunting you ever so threateningly. “I mean he looks like he is bored as hell with you when he and I text,”

Breathing became a chore. Especially when the space between the both of you was suffocating for your poor little heart.

“That’s what I thought,”

That was it. That was supposed to be the end of the conversation. But she leaned forward, her breath against your ear, making your heart palpitate and shivers running down your spine.

“You better watch out Y/N. Someone pathetic like you will not last long with someone like him,”

Words like that coming out of her petty little mouth should have felt like slap in the face but somehow, it was neither the way she spoke nor her harsh repulsive words. It’s the glint in her eyes, the power circulating her pupils that shows that she can get anything she wants.

And no matter how she spoke about her obsession with Jungkook without sounding so pretentious, you were blank as to how to maneuver your way out of this situation.

Because if you stopped trying and being brave, Song would have loved to torture and torment you. It was an easy decision if all you could have done was tell her to back off, put on a brave front and tell her to seriously fuck off.

But there was something holding you back down. Was it insecurity? You could not fathom your thoughts and the choices and confusion that was swirling in your mind like a tornado. What bothered you was the fact that you couldn’t deny what Song has said to you.

Someone pathetic like you will not last long with someone like him.

Song has become another part of Jungkook’s life unfortunately. It wouldn’t be too long before he realized that there was something fresher than a two year old relationship. Song was everything Jungkook would love. She had the undeniably weird sense of humor that Jungkook admires, the personality that only Song would present herself when Jungkook was around and not too mention that breathtaking beauty that could easily make Jungkook fall in love with.

It wouldn’t be too long when your confidence has depleted, realization has sunk in and that you will finally admit that there are better people for Jungkook out there. And you hate to admit that, even if you loathed Song down to earth, Song can easily have Jungkook to herself.

But Jungkook wouldn’t be that cruel to do that, right?

And yet again, you trusted him again and again.


Was it wrong to feel like you were not worth it?

Its not everyday that you tried to present yourself with more effort, a swipe of red on your lips and thicker eyeliner and if there were days you were feeling more conscious, you would wear dresses which Jungkook, even if he loved it on you, was very skeptical of your sudden changes.

You didn’t like how you have changed either, but somewhere in the back of your head, you felt that it was the need to do so. And if Jungkook didn’t notice that, you were feeling the bile in your throat rise and your fists gripping tightly on the fabric of your dress. Even if you did try, dressing up nicely, giving him kisses of assurance and remind yourself that the both of you are happy, he was still nonchalant about what was going on.

He didn’t send you goodnight texts anymore, neither was his good morning worth waking up to. The uncomfortable atmosphere when both Jungkook and Song became too friendly, going from friendly ‘hellos’ to long hugs. The fresh conversations and compliments that they exchanged. The cunning smirk of victory that plastered on her face was the reason that you were still trying because you will never let her get to you.

Yet, you couldn’t help but feeling defeated.

“Jungkook,”

It was suppose to be a date night at a decadent restaurant, just the two of you. Having spent too much comfort on the sofa, it wasn’t very pleasing when an uninvited guest would join you, which will result both Song and Jungkook completely ignoring the movie as they chatted like you didn’t exist.

Even if it was outside, away from the depths of the hell that you have been living in, you were still bitter at the fact that Jungkook didn’t notice you at all.

“Jungkook,” you called out to him again from the other side of the table.

But the amusement on his face as he furiously jabbed his phone shows his disinterest, giggling at his phone and not even giving you his full attention. It took every strength in you to not interrogate him, fight him and tell him to just stop.

“Jeon Jungkook,” you raised your voice, loud enough for the neighboring couple to glance at you.

“What?” You flinched slightly at the annoyance in his voice that he didn’t even bother to hide.

It was oddly terrifying. To feel as though being with him has suddenly become so unfamiliar and foreign. It’s as if he was really bored and that he was chasing after something exciting. Something was more thrilling. Something that you have not been.

You suddenly didn’t know what to say to him, and just by the lack of expectance in his eyes, you don’t think he had anything to say to you. Though you had rehearsed it in your head, he did not hesitate to stop and look at you, looking back at his phone as he continued typing madly.

“Can you at least look at me for once?”

This time, your voice was low, a menace and anger dripping from your tone. That caught his attention.

“What is it Y/N?” He huffed, placing his arms on his table and looking completely pissed as if he was rudely interrupted.

“I don’t know about you, but are you so blind to not see that I have been trying to get your attention for the past half an hour,” Your eyebrows furrowed, lips pursed as you glared at him.

“If you noticed, I was busy texting,”

“And not realized we were on a date? Or are we even on date for Gods sake,” You grip the edge of the table, trying your hardest not to lash out. “Who in the world are you texting to the point I don’t seem to exist?”

“Its just your sister -,” And Jungkook silenced himself as he noticed your posture stiffened and the hue in your eyes darkened.

“Its stepsister. She was never my sister to begin with,” You looked down, not willing to look at him in the eyes.

Unsurprisingly, you knew Jungkook was texting Song. You just didn’t want to admit it. You wanted to believe that someone like her couldn’t make Jungkook that happy just by texting.

“Y/N -,”

“If you find this date absolutely ridiculous and of no importance,” You began, your voice almost audible as you begin to gather your things. “We can just leave and you can spend all the time in the world on that damn phone with Song.”

“Honestly Y/N, why are you so uptight about me and your sister being friends?”

“Stepsister,” you cut in, slicing his words with no sincerity. 

You were in no mood to fight with him where there were so many people not craving for drama in a damnrestaurant. Not waiting for him to respond, you immediately headed out for the exit, the mumbles of apologies and hurried footsteps following behind.

“Why are you so jealous? You have been with her for at least 3 months, the least you could giver is some acceptance and be friendly with her,” Jungkook’s fingers curled around your wrist, eyes of steel looking at you with no affection or sympathy.

“Jealous?” You snorted, trying to free your hand away from him.

“Yes Y/N, and no matter how many times I kept telling you that we are just fucking friends, you either give me the silent treatment or you will act all clingy or do something to yourself,” Jungkook was on a breach of shouting.

“Well I’m so fucking sorry I have a sister is so obsessed with my boyfriend,” You grimaced, tears threatening to give way.

“Song and I are just friends for God’s sake,” Jungkook flaied his arms exaggeratively, rolling his eyes.

“Doesn’t seem like it,”

“Why are you like this Y/N?”

He doesn’t understand. Behind all your efforts of trying to subtly pry him away from Song, he still does not understand what he was doing was making you feel as if a dagger was plunging and piercing through your heart and soul.

“Honestly Y/N, Song was right. You get jealous easily,” The bitter words hit you hard, the feeling of the dagger going deeper and deeper.

“Song was right? Song was right?” You took a step closer, fingers prodding at his chest with every syllabus. “She doesn’t know me Jungkook. Maybe if you hadn’t spent so much time with her, you would have learnt how fucking crazy and painful living with her is like,”

“Don’t talk about her like that,” Jungkook chided, hands gripping on your wrist and pushing you away.

The way he defended her, all protective and sensitive baffled you. He cared for her more than he did for you. He believed her more than he did in you.

“Unbelievable,” you whispered, taking a few steps back.

“You are unbelievable Y/N. She is your step sister and yet you couldn’t even try to show that,” His eyes widened, all the nebulas and exhilaration that he once had when he was with you. Except it was utter disappointment. “And you are my girlfriend. I thought you would give me a little trust,”

“Jungkook,”

“No, you are not in the right state of mind. We will talk when you come to your senses,” His head hung low and words turn to whispers.

Not once did he look back when he walked away, his figure blending in with street lights, now a blurry vision as you let your tears take charge and overwhelm you. You were losing him. You stupid fool.

What was supposed to be a night to remember turned into despair and misery for the both of. It was a night you were supposed to sped time together yet Jungkook seemed further and further away than usual. And it was suppose to escalate and end with a fulfilling promise of always being together, but instead you were leaning against the cold wall of an alley, ugly tears reminding you of how you and Jungkook were probably falling apart.

How could Song take him away from you? How could she be so selfish? How was it that Jungkook didn’t notice how frightened you were?

You didn’t know whom you should loathe at this point. Song, Jungkook or yourself.

You are not worth it Y/N.

It sounded like what Song would say, drumming into your head furiously. And as you gasped and sobbed violently, you could almost hear yourself say it loud and clear in your mind combined with Song’s taunts and threats.

She was winning. The victorious laughter that you could hear at the back of your mind was taunting you, now becoming a permanent nightmare etched in you, reminding how pathetic and unworthy you were.

She was winning, and no matter how hard you stand up for yourself, she was winning and it will not be long enough can you see defeat right at the end of the road.


i wanted to make it more violently angsty than usual but i guess i will save that for the next chapter *chuckles and hystrically laughs* i know this isnt my best and i seem to be all over the place but i assure you that the next chapter will be Jungkook and Y/N eccentric:)))) hope you enjoy this chapter♡

- Q

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