tastes like hate

  • Someone: but why wouldn't you like him?! He's so nice!!!
  • Me: gee I don't know Susan it's almost like people are more than just mean or nice and some personalities may appeal to me more than others and I don't owe guys my affection just bc they show basic human decency

the “what if the straights were oppressed” was a fine idea for a short film, but it kind of irritates me that it’s getting a full-length film about “forbidden straight love” when actual lgbtq representation in hollywood is barely above “absolute shit”

What Our Dead Teach (p1)

(Alpha!Derek, werefox!Stiles, canon violence, mild gore, spoopy stuff, some pack angst, some post nogitsune and other stuff angst, anchors.)


This shouldn’t have happened.

His nail breaks when he sinks his fingers into the earth like claws, and pulls himself forward as far as he can. There’s no point in holding in the loud hiss of pain that leaves him, or the long, drawn out groan as he drags himself across the ground at a snail’s pace. He’s been in the woods since nightfall, and by the look of the sky right now, Stiles would say it’s just about time to get up and go to school. For normal teenagers, anyway.

In times like this, he misses being one of those teens. To get up, eat a Pop-Tart, find that missing sock, run out the door with a quick hello-goodbye to his dad coming home, and off to school in his Jeep. Totally average high school student stuff sounds marginally better than crawling around in the dirt, bleeding, bruised, there’s definitely some snot and tear action going on here, maybe some broken bones, too.

Stiles drags himself forward another inch, and tries to remind himself that this isn’t the worst thing that’s happened to him. It’s not, there are worse things. He just can’t… think of any of them right now.

“Really fucking helpful, brain.”

His brain reminds him that talking to himself isn’t a good sign. It also comes up with a worse thing: Gerard. Murdered friends. Nogitsune.

“Good one,” he mutters to himself, reaching out with his now-bleeding hand and fastening his fingers around a tree root. It provides him with much better leverage than the stupid dirt, and Stiles manages to actually pull himself into a half-reclining position. It’s not ideal, but it will do.

It’s almost light enough to see the body he left behind in the clearing by the time he realizes he’s been leaning against a tree doing nothing for at least twenty minutes. Swearing under his breath, Stiles sticks his—Ow ripped off finger nail shit—hand into his pocket to pull out the small vial he shoved in there before leaving the house. Inside, the thick, ink-like substance seems to shudder and look at him as he swirls the stuff in front of his face. He grimaces at the smell when he pulls the top off, and tries not to think too hard about where it came from. This is not what he wanted, not the way things were supposed to go. No one’s supposed to do this, and for, like, twenty different really good reasons.

But, Stiles can see the body through the trees.

He can see a leg twitching.

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these are like the nastiest candies on the planet and I LOVE THEM SO MUCH- LIKE OH MY GOSH I ADORE THEM.

They’re frickin nasty but… at the same time I think they’re incredibly delicious??!!!!

Like I can understand when people see them and cringe and I’m like: heck yeah, give me those salty black licorice fishies i’ll eat them all

anyways, i’m weird

bon bon the birthday clown: a summary
  • Marco: FUCK star I need u to go to the dance with me or else my /fUCKIng/ teeth with fall out
  • Star: ight
  • Star: lit. sry marco can't do the dance tonight good luck with ur teeth
  • Jackie: hi
  • Star: sweg
  • LATER:
  • Marco: cologne is good
  • Janna: *is there*
  • Cologne: *on Marco's ass*
  • Marco's ass: *smacked*
  • Dick: out
  • Star: we need shit for our seance
  • Marco: I don't care
  • Doorbell: *ring*
  • Marco: FUCK
  • Star: Janna lets answer dis bitch
  • Janna: k
  • Door: *is answered*
  • Jackie: suh dude
  • Star: ocean
  • Jackie: thanks
  • Marco: hi jackie *is hot*
  • Star: take me now
  • Janna: flashlight
  • Jackie: u look good @marco
  • Marco: A+
  • Janna: smell his butt
  • Star: *hoe side activate*
  • LATER:
  • Star: yo hold up I'm jealous now
  • Janna: shut up
  • Glossaryck: meat noses
  • Marco: I'm nervous and it's painfully obvious
  • Jackie: dances suck lets go on a real date
  • Marco: nice
  • Star: still jelly
  • Marco: put all this stuff in ur cocoa
  • Jackie: this taste like shit
  • Marco: I hate myself
  • Jackie: ur so cute when u laugh at urself
  • Marco: thanks??
  • Jackie: lets skateboard here take a helmet I was storing in my ass
  • Marco: gross lets do it
  • Star: glossaryck I'm tryna lurk
  • Glossaryck: hoe don't do it
  • Star: *lurks*
  • Glossaryck: oh my god
  • Star: fuck they're bonding lemme just
  • Skateboard: *breaks*
  • Star: there we go
  • Jackie and Marco: *kiss*
  • Blood moon: sweaty:)
  • Marco: hey star is probably dying rn lets go
  • Ludo: sup bitch
  • Star: why
  • Ludo: give book
  • Star and Ludo: *fight*
  • Jackie and marco: *show up*
  • Star: *fucks up*
  • Spell book: *is stolen*
  • Jarco: *canon*
  • Starco tears: *out*
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dank shitposts

or if you’re like someone like me who just screams into the void and takes okay selfies

Why insult someone’s music taste? It’s a really spiteful thing to do. People feel a real connection to the music they listen to, so if someone is obviously really enthusiastic about a certain artist, let them be. You don’t have to like them, but they obviously do, so don’t ever make people feel bad for the music they like. It’s just wrong. We all have different tastes, so show some respect.

            there’s this girl that i really like but idk if she likes girls ???  she always comments on my ig photos and likes everything i post on twitter & fb but idk if it’s just a straight girl being nice or ????

… И за първи път от толкова време се почувствах спасена от целия грешен свят. В твоята прегръдка съм, в никоя друга. Усещам аромата ти и се опитвам да вдишам колкото се може повече, защото знам, че това е само миг, на който трябва да се насладя преди да си е отишъл.

Title: Sugar Sugar

Pairing: 6yr old Junhao

Genre: fluff horendous levels of fluff

Summary: Five year old Minghao and Junhui have a system, one which involves Minghao evading having to eat his vegetables and gain a best-friend

To say that Minghao dislikes vegetables would be a gross understatement; he absolutely abhors eating anything green. He doesn’t believe it when his mom says carrots will help his eyesight—he can see like twenty blocks away—or that eating them will make him grow big and strong like his dad. So he doesn’t understand why his mom always packs vegetables for his lunch when she makes him suffer with the stupid green things for dinner.

Minghao survived just fine last year in second grade eating snacks and sticky jelly sandwiches so he doesn’t understand why this year it has to be different.

“Is your mom a veterinarian,” Mingyu asks, mouth drawn in disgust as he peers into Minghao’s lunch box.

Jihoon sighs from across their brightly orange coloured lunch table “It’s vegetarian.

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