stupid shit i used to do when high

i’m in love (m)

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

in which you’re the sole person jungkook always gives in to. 

genre: fluff, slight angst, mentions of dirty stuff and implied sex

word count: 2207

― badboy!jungkook x reader [childhood friends au]

a/n: this is short and awful but oh well


     “I WILL GIVE YOU A BLOWJOB,” you whined, trailing after Jungkook like a lost puppy. Your friend of nineteen years stared down at you in horror, stopping in his tracks. “Please, I am begging you!”

“Y/N, don’t even joke about that. I’m literally going to hurl,” Jungkook said, disgust written all over his features. He lifted a hand and flicked your forehead. Hard. 

“Ow! Fuck, Kook!” You swore loudly at him, covering your forehead. “What the fuck is wrong with you? I just want you to be my plus one at my cousin’s wedding!”

“And I already said no like twenty times! I told you I have something to do this weekend,” he snapped back, swatting your hand away and examining the reddening spot in the middle of your forehead. He pressed his thumb into it and shoved you back. “Stop being fucking annoying and go run off like a good girl.”

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Rhysand is the character that I can relate to so much it hurts.
He is selfless as fuck, he loves his family fiercely and will do anything to protect them. He doesn’t let others sacrifice, he does it himself.
When things go to shit, he cracks a joke.
He uses humour as a coping method.
He dies, DIES, and then cracks a fucking stupid ass joke.
My smol emo bat son.
My assbutt of a son.
Love him.
Pride is not the word I’m looking for.

“No, man, okay - time out, alright? Time out.”

Bucky keeps his gun trained on the guy, now he’s managed to throw him far enough away to use the damn thing. He shakes his head impatiently, flicking sweaty hair away from his eyes, blowing impatiently at the strands that won’t shift.

“There’s your problem, right there,” he’s told, the man’s palms held high and facing him like surrender, like some kind of weird blessing. His voice is all soft Southern vowels pulled somehow tight and angry and out of place, like he’d sound better singing. It reminds him of the archer, and Bucky has to flex his fingers around the weapon in an effort not to lower it.

“I’ve got no problems, buddy,” he says, first time he’s spoken, and he’s met with a snort.

“I don’t even know you and I know that’s a lie.” He steps closer and Bucky makes no movement - he’s watched enough of this century’s television to know that taking the safety off is always used like a threat, here, but Bucky’s not stupid enough to pull his gun on anything he’s not willing to shoot at. The man stops, in any case, like the stillness tells him more than it doesn’t.

“Look, I don’t want to fight you,” he says. “You’ve got the look of a man only killing’d keep down, and I don’t do shit like that any more.”

Stand down, Steve says in his ear. They’re friendlies.

Really, really, overly friendly, Sam adds.

Redwing? an unfamiliar voice says, high with excitement, Can I take him apart? Can I pet him?

When Bucky lowers his weapon the guy releases tension that looked enough a part of him that his smile is a gut-punch surprise.

“Eliot,” he says, holding out a hand.

“What’s my problem?” Bucky asks him, squinting, suspicious, as he holsters his gun.

Eliot shrugs and drops his hand, mutters, “it’s like another goddamn Parker, I swear. Here.” He fumbles something from around his wrist - a loop of elastic that’s wrapped in black cotton. Bucky takes it, regards it, absently pushes his hair behind his ear.

“That and conditioner, man,” Eliot tells him. “I swear it’ll change your life.”

i-dont-care-i-ship-it-69  asked:

I think we should ask nicely directors of it to give us it 1.5 instead of it 2, where Losers are happy in high school spend their time togheter and are just fucking cute doing all the things from our headcanons and then at the end when IT is waking up after 27 years is like "Well fuck this shit I will starve but won't fuck up with those guys again" and everyone is alive and safe, thank you very much.

a movie??? more like a TV show
it would have some kind of ridiculous opening credits like Friends or The Office and would be more like a stupid humoristic Highschool show like in the 70′s…. something pure and fresh that will cure our souls before the second movie that will probably destroy all of us comes out

love is coal | the missing pieces

or, an entirely un-necessary  companion in Hobi’s perspective to “the constant changing state of us.” perhaps read that first.

HOSEOK / J-HOPE / HOBI | BTS
3,006 words | A TRIFECTA (comedy/drama/romance)
featuring bff yoongi
warnings for language

in case u wanted more dialogue idk sorry guys

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Hoseok blinks at Yoongi, the cogs in his head unmoving.

“But she hates me,” he finally says after a long silence.

Yoongi sighs. “No, she doesn’t hate you. I think she thinks she does, but I know she doesn’t. She hates that stupid shit from high school and she holds a grudge like no one else. If she hated you, she’d never even do me the favor of being in your presence when I want to hang out with both of you.”

“She told me my laugh sounds like two pieces of styrofoam squeaking against one another.”

The simile makes Yoongi laugh and roll his eyes. “She’s dramatic.”

“She should have majored in theatre instead of business,” Hoseok responds dryly. “If she doesn’t hate me, I’ll eat my hat.”

“Well, let it be one of your bucket hats, then, you’ve got too many of those.”

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Married to a Monster - Twenty One

Originally posted by jonginization

Paring: jonginXreader

Genre: Fluff & Angst || Husband!Jongin, Best friend!Minseok, Best friend!Jongdae

Word Count: 12.8k

Summary: You are forced into a marriage with your once love/childhood best friend. Although, you don’t love him anymore and are disgusted with having to marry him. After driving yourself to suicide twice, you know you can’t ever fix things with him but even though, you push forward for the happiness of your parents who are still grieving the loss of your older sister.

Notes: Trigger warning: talks of death, self-harm, suicide, and the likes.


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anonymous asked:

you have a lot of well-developed ocs !! do you come up with their designs first or their personalities? and do you have anyone besides kii that you just draw for the sake of drawing rather than putting them in a story?

Thank you so much!!! Hmm it’s a mix of both, sometimes I come up with the general personality and draw a design according to it. After I have the set character design, that’s when I expand more on the personality haha. And hmm– I do have a lot of side characters, but I don’t really draw them that much! Usually when I make ocs, they go towards my main story haha. Kii is the only one I draw consistently who doesn’t have a set story about him.

But I did use to draw this couple (but not really couple, more like platonic friendship) oc pairing that I have with one of my good friends a lot! haha

The boy’s name is Ni and the girl’s name is Ro! Ni is super tall and Ro is super short and they just do a lot of stupid shit together in different AUs. Our description of them is that Ni is incredibly tall and pretty chill, but he only answers to his master, Ro, and Ro is just a dominating bitch so yeah. LOL (high-key these ocs were based off of our looks at the time when he had vibrant blue hair and when mine was pink-ish LMAOO)

anonymous asked:

when i told my mom that one of the traits of Slytherin was cunning she laughed and said she had no idea how i got into my house because i always get caught doing things. I guess she's never once thought that i get away with whatever i want to. What's more suspicious than a seemingly perfectly behaved teenager?

this is me. 100% my parents think I’m an angel. I’ve literally done so much dumb shit and they’re completely unaware ! I’ve actually not done anything too stupid in college (I mean some, but I used to party every weekend in high school from 10th grade to 12th) but it I wanted to I totally could way easier now lmaooo

I’m going to punch you (with my mouth)

for anon 

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Yoongi hates Hoseok. No really, he hates Hoseok.

And Yoongi really has the right to.

First of all, that stupid bundle of puppies has the audacity to look downright cheerful at the lazy hour of 5pm (perfect time for naps mind you), rocking up at the Min household with a wide smile and a chemistry textbook in hand. The first time that had happened, Yoongi had decided that he had seen the face of the devil. No one looks that happy while holding a chemistry textbook. No one.

Except Hoseok, the literal spawn of satan and sunshine.

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anonymous asked:

My mom always seems to criticize what I wear when she has the same exact style back when she was in high school god she's such a fucking hypocrite! She always thinks that every girl studies every day when it's only 50% true yeah not everyone does that god

that’s true, i’m a girl and i have never opened a school book voluntarily in my life

but yeah, sorry about your mother 🙄 they do all kinds of stupid shit when they’re young and then suddenly make a 180 when it comes to their kids. i know for a fact that my mother and her friends used to be into vandalism when they were young and were constantly surrounded by a wall of cigarette smoke, but then she tells me she would be “terribly disappointed” if i ever smoked… i guess it’s their way of parenting, making sure you’re an upstanding citizen and all that

don’t let that stop you, make your own experiences 

Story Time

So when I was 16 I met this guy on facebook, this local Chicago rapper who also did spoken word from time to time. He straight up messaged me telling me about his poetry and asking for my number so he could recite some to me. I didn’t give him my number for the obvious reasons, but I continued to talk to him on facebook regularly. 

He was interested in me but didn’t wanna try nothing because he was three years older. [I didn’t find that out til later, he lied about his age and said he was two years older, as if that was better lbs. I was young though so I was just excited to be talking to an older guy tbh].

So we didn’t do shit but talk on the phone and flirt via facebook for a year, then I finally met him in person when I was 17. Me and my friend had went to the movies to see Obsessed and he lived right around the corner. When we met up he was super laid back and chill and funny as hell, just like otp. His voice was real deep too. So you know, my young high school ass became all infatuated with him and what not.

He used to play those little stupid mind games with me too, making me feel like I wasn’t mature enough to be with him. Calling me childish if I disagreed with the way he was treating me. That kinda thing. And after a while, I got tired of him talking to me like I was his girlfriend and getting jealous if a nigga even said hi to me, but at the same time fucking with other girls. So even though I still liked him, I left him alone.

Now fast forward 2 years later. I’m 18 going on 19 and about to start college in a few days. We had got back in touch a month before and he had been talking all this shit about how he was ready to “make that move” with me [why did I like this corny nigga, don’t ask me] and be in a relationship. And over the month that passed, I peeped how he was really starting to show me attention now, constantly calling me and asking how my day was and shit like that and it wasn’t like before. So I said wth, let’s try it.

I had a terrible first day of college, and afterwards I just wanted to go over his house and lay up and watch movies or something. So he told me to come over, and he was pretty much all over me the whole time. That was our first time being around each other again since I was 17 so he had never kissed me before. He couldn’t stop talking about how good a kisser I was, he told me at least 15 times. And yeah I was feeling myself.

After a while, he started tryna pull my pants down. He used to always brag about how much he loved to eat pussy and he was being extra extra thirsty. But I told him nah cause I was on my period. He thought I was lying and he put his hands in my panties and gripped my ass.

Of course I’m horrified by this and start tryna pull his hands out. I’m like “I’m not lying, I’m really on my period.”

He said “Tanaé. My hands are on your ass right now.”

I’m like “Bruh. I have on a maxi pad right now.”

So he smacked his lips and pulled his hands out and said………..

wait for it……..

“But….. I thought you can’t catch yo period if you a virgin?” He thought I was still a virgin but I’d lost my virginity 2 months prior but thats besides the point.

LOL…..okay….couple things wrong here.

First of all, did this nigga just say “catch”? As if a period is a cold or something? And who the fuck told him you couldn’t get your period if you’re a virgin? Did he think that once you start fucking, you just bleed every month after that because penises are just powerful like that?

I was like

“ahh..”

“N….No babe….you can get your period before you start having sex.” And I let it go, but at that very moment I was just disgusted with myself for allowing this 22 year old man who ain’t know shit [cause that wasn’t the end of the stupidity, not by a long shot] put his muthafucking lips and hands on me, for allowing him to tell me I was childish and immature.. How did I talk to this man for so long and not know he was this slow? It doesn’t make sense.

He later told me that it wasn’t possible for me to get wet while I was still a virgin either. I broke up with him that week.

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Sara/Len + 36 - “I wish I could hate you.”

Sara doesn’t talk to anyone after they leave Star City. She goes straight to her cabin, shuts the door. For a day, everyone leaves her be. Then, there’s debate of who should go talk to her. Ray volunteers and Len looks at the man’s face. It’s like a giant shiny sunbeam. He scrubs a hand over his face.

“I’ll do it.” Len says, standing. He waits for the comment. Kendra always has something to say about Len and Sara and - whatever they are. Nothing comes. Kendra gives a sad smile, which is somehow even worse.

Sara’s door is unlocked, so Len just slides in. She’s curled up on her side, facing the wall. She doesn’t move, even after the door slides shut behind Len. Len regrets volunteering suddenly. Maybe this would be better done by someone like Ray.

He has no idea what to say, so he just keeps quiet. Sara’s small enough that she’s only taking up about a third of the bed - and god, he hates thinking about that. It’s not something he realizes often, but when he does, it’s usually when she’s got four guys trying to kill her. He hates that some part of this feels the same. 

Still, there’s enough space on the bed, so Len sits on it. He crosses his legs, leans back on her pillow. There’s space between them for a moment, but Sara shifts a little and then her back fits against his side. 

“Rip said we could go back.” She says, after a long moment. Her voice doesn’t sound teary, not like he’d expected. Sara traces something on the wall. “He said we could go see her in law school or something. Like that’d be the same.”

“Rip’s an idiot.” Len declares it easily. It’s not the first time he’s said it either, but this - this isn’t, Rip’s an idiot for not letting us steal the Mona Lisa just this once. This is Rip’s an idiot and some part of Len wants to yell at him.

“You’ve got a sister,” Sara says. She rolls over, looks up at Len. There’s a smear of mascara on her cheek. Len folds his hands in his lap so he doesn’t do something stupid about it.

“Lisa.” He says. Sara nods. There’s something expectant in her look, so he continues. “She’s a brat. Dyed my hair once when I was drunk and she was in high school. Can’t drive for shit, so she takes a motorcycle everywhere. I’m pretty sure she only got snapchat to send me pictures of Cisco fucking Ramon and piss me off.”

There’s more, he wants to say, about growing up and trying to keep anything good for Lisa. But that’s not what Sara needs to hear now. He doesn’t know exactly what she does need to hear, but it’s not that.

“I was always the favorite.” Sara says. She rolls onto her back and drops one arm over her face. Her side’s flush with Len’s and he’s a little surprised when she wraps her hand around his elbow.

“I think Laurel hated me for a long time for it. Like, dad always showed up to my cheer stuff and he thought it was - I dunno - funny when I got in trouble for stuff. Laurel always tries more and I don’t think they knew what to do with that. So she’d like, be a bitch to me. She, like, would tell boys that I was grounded when I wasn’t or take my Panera Rewards card out of my wallet for no fucking reason.”

Sara sniffs. Len realizes she’s crying. He reaches over, drops his hand onto her wrist. He rubs his thumb over the bone there.

“It’s fucked up that that’s what I keep thinking about, right? Like, all the petty shit she did when she wanted to piss me off. But that’s what keeps playing on a loop.” Sara says. She moves her arm. Her eyes are red and the mascara’s running worse.

“She didn’t hate you.” Len says. Sara huffs and he knows - not all of it, but he knows pieces of the Oliver Queen debacle. Len makes a face. “Don’t be dumb, blondie, you are much harder to hate than you think.”

“Am I?” She asks. Her voice is small. If she was trying for joking, it missed.

“I mean, I tried to hate you for a couple days at first. Couldn’t do it.” He says. Sara smiles, a tiny thing. 

“She did beat up Miranda Lopez after Miranda called me a dyke.” Sara says. She raises an eyebrow. “And then she yelled at me and told me to stop hanging out with assholes like Miranda Lopez.”

Len smiles at that. Sara smiles too. It fades, quicker than he wishes it would.

“You can keep going.” He says. “I’m pretty sure if we’re quiet for too long, they’re going to replace me with Ray.”

“Well,” she says. “I don’t want that.”

And so she talks.

My sympathies to a fandom under fire from its own

There’s been official confirmation that Glee, from episode 100-onward, will relocate to New York, very likely scrapping the new cast members brought in for the 2012 season. And surprise, surprise, it seems this show’s fandom is just as disgusting, repugnant, and vile as the comic book, Star Trek, and Star Wars fandoms I’m ashamed to be part of, as self-proclaimed fans are gloating over the potential loss of the newer cast members – including the scorchingly gorgeous Melissa Benoist and her delightfully insane fiancé Blake Jenner – insulting and belittling them for the awful crime of…being newcomers on a show where high school students come and go.

Now let me make myself clear. I’m not a Glee fan. I’ve seen some of the show here and there and been very impressed with a lot of the talent involved, but shows about high school angst really aren’t my thing. Admittedly, it has more to do with my distaste for angst-ridden material in general (*cough*current superhero comics/movies*cough*), but ultimately I prefer my entertainment to keep the angst to a minimum. That said, I don’t think adding new actors to an ensemble show is some horrible offense. I feel, as with anything, new blood should be given the chance to show what they’re made of and be judged on their own merits.

I also know, from my experiences with my own fandoms, that new blood is almost never welcome. I still remember the insane, unjustified hatred Brandon Routh got hit with when he was cast in Superman Returns simply because he wasn’t Tom “I never want to wear the suit” Welling, hatred he still gets to this day. I’ve lost count of how many times new artists who come into comic books and try to bring a fresh look to the characters get met with a selfish “GET OFF MY LAWN!” reaction from people who want the same old same-old endlessly recycled no matter how stale it is. I’ve seen Star Trek fans scream bloody murder over not only the JJ Abrams films, but also fan-films for having new actors as Kirk, Spock and company instead of being endless recyclings of the Next Generation/Berman-era slog. And so on. So while I personally see nothing wrong with bringing in new people provided they have the tools and the talent to hang with the big dogs, I’ve seen many, many instances where that new talent gets crucified BECAUSE they’re new, and thus considered interlopers.

And so the Glee fandom – or, more accurately, the lunatics hell-bent on trashing anyone who isn’t part of the original cast – has been likewise flame-broiling the newer cast members, and as with my fandoms, not a single one of the criticisms makes a damn lick of sense. “They’re bland!” Having seen them do other stuff where they routinely cut loose and act crazy, wouldn’t the problems on the show be on the writers’ heads? (And I’ll be honest, what I’ve seen of Alex Newell? The guy’s got solid comic timing.) “They can’t sing!” Get your ears checked. Seriously. “They’re ugly!” In what universe can this

ever be considered “ugly”? I’ll be totally honest, this is for my money the best Sandy since Olivia Newton-John, and that’s a tall order to match. Also I have serious doubts that anyone with actual brains would say Blake Jenner and Jacob Artist are unattractive guys. “They’re ruining the show!” Funny, Miss Benoist alone had me curious about checking out more of the show than I previously had, and I do like the cut of Mr. Jenner and Mr. Artist’s jibs. So clearly they’re doing something right if someone like me, who doesn’t much care for high school drama, was willing to give the show a better look-see. What looks to be their forthcoming absence from the show? I more than likely won’t bother now. Why bother when the people who caught my interest may well be AWOL? “They’re skanks/sluts/losers/etc.!” And you know this how, exactly? Oh, wait, it’s the same stupid shit comic book and sci-fi fans use to bash people they don’t like (although their pet insult usually tends to be “gay”).

I won’t mince words; the behavior of the Glee fandom over this is childish, stupid, unjustifiable, and really shows how little difference there is between entitled fans of mainstream fare and entitled fans of genre fare. The actors you’re gloating over being dropped from the show? They did nothing wrong. They did nothing to deserve the belligerence you’re dishing out. Also, the people who DO like these actors, and possibly got into the show because of them and became fans? What right do you have to piss on their parade? Again, this is the sort of slimy behavior I see in my own fandoms, and I don’t have any tolerance for it there or here. My God, I found it appalling when the Fifty Shades of Grey fans tore each and every cast member to pieces for no good reason (and even ran Charlie Hunnam off the project). What justification is there for lashing out at people who quite honestly did nothing to deserve it? What possible benefit is there to dishing out blatantly dishonest, baseless personal insults at them? Other than feeding your own engorged egos, that is.

To those of you who feel disappointed by the loss of the newer cast members…my sympathies. Been there, felt that same disappointment, put up with arrogant gloating from egotistical idiots. You’re getting a raw deal, and I do feel for you. And to the actors in question, I’m sorry you (a) are getting shortchanged and (b) have taken so much crap from a fandom that wants to see you folks crash and burn for no reason. It’s not right, it’s not fair, but it sadly is what it is. And all I can do is offer my regards to those who, to be blunt, are getting shafted and having it rubbed in their faces.

It never ceases to amaze me how unrepentantly evil fandoms can be and how bottomless their hate is. And it never ceases to annoy me to no end.