So what's it like? Reading everyone's minds.
I mean, it's usually a conscious effort, and I don't do it often.
But what's it like?
Like what do people think about? You have your outliers, like Mor, who write cute stories about strangers they pass on the street. But then you have a lot of Azriel's grocery lists, Nesta's endless appreciation of Cassian, Elain's analysis's of flowers. Other than-
“Back in New York, whenever I needed to blow off some steam or force my mother’s hand, I’d go out on a bender, dancing with my fave celebrity gal pal, my best gay, and some dim-witted, sexy, disposable arm candy.”
i want a how i met your mother to be about a pansexual ted mosby and the running joke is that barney’s offended ted doesn’t find him attractive
i want a legally blonde to be about a lipstick lesbian who goes to law school to get her girlfriend back
i want a that ‘70s show where jackie is bisexual and between dating kelso and hyde she brings her ugly ass girlfriends with her to hang out with the gang (because there’s no way she can have a woman in her life prettier than herself)
i want a 13 going on 30 where jenna rink wakes up to be 30 years old and his name is michael rink and he still falls in love with matty from the house next door
i want a parks & recreation where ann perkins is asexual but still becomes pregnant via artificial insemination because ann is perfect and would be the best mother in the history of ever
being lgbt+ doesn’t have to be the focal point of a movie or show
like i understand it’s still a pretty bold move in media but like i’m just getting sick of all of the representation being the ultra dramatic main premise of it all
there are so many lgbt+ dramas. just give me my sitcom.
Summary: He’s someone you found very hard to befriend with at first, ever since he stepped foot into the classroom as a new student. But the cold shoulder and intense glares that were given to you countless of times from Yoongi were suddenly turned into something more caring and loving throughout the years. But would you still stay with him if he’s full of secrets, secrets that you would never guess that he would keep from you? Even if it was him being a member in the most known and most wanted gang in Seoul, whereas you were just a college student whose name was on the list?
HOW TO ROLEPLAY GANGS AND EX OR CURRENT GANG MEMBERS
this guide will teach you the ins and outs of realistic gangs, roleplaying gang members, and how all of that works. almost all gang roleplays i’ve seen are so inaccurate, glamorized and romanticized. movies are not realistic. even if it isn’t a gang rp - a gang related character could be interesting in any sort of character development plot. so here we go –
“I know it seems like a long time to wait, but as soon as
high school is over, you can move far away from your dad,” you cooed in Henry’s
ear as he held onto you tight, trying to keep himself together, “And the gang
will move with you too.”
School hadn’t even started yet, but Henry had already been
through a tough morning. His dad was at it again; screaming at him, throwing
things around the house, even taking a shot at the ground while Henry ran out.
He hated how weak his father made him feel, but (y/n) always made him feel
“I know we talk about it all the time, but I feel trapped in
this hell hole of a town with my shit old man,” Henry admitted, shaking
slightly as he clung to you, “I just wanna get out, (y/n).”
You brought Henry as close as you could to try and stop his
quaking. The two of you had been friends since childhood, so you were the only
one who knew exactly what to do when Henry’s dad went off on him.
“We’re gonna make sure we all get outta here eventually,
okay?” You assured him, putting a hand on the back of his neck to remind him to
breathe, “But while we wait, I’ll do whatever I can to help you believe that.”
You pulled away momentarily, fumbling with the clasp of the necklace you wore
every day. Once you finally got it off, you pulled off the stone pendant,
offering it to him.
Henry took the stone from the palm of your hand and looked
down to inspect it, “(y/n)… Are you sure you don’t-“
“It’s black tourmaline,” you cut him off, putting the bare
silver chain around your neck again, “It’ll shield you from negative energy and
channel a healing light.” He finally cracked his first smile of the day and secured
his arms around you once again.
“What the hell’s goin’ on here?” You lifted your head to see
Patrick heading towards the two of you, making a ‘c’mere’ motion with his
fingers. You gave Henry one last pat on the shoulder before scurrying over to Patrick
and crashing into his arms. He held you close, but his eyes never left Henry. “You
wanna tell me what the hell you were doin’ with my girl?”
“Fuck off, Hockstetter, you’ve been dating her for five
minutes,” Henry rolled his eyes, not wanting to plunge into another bad mood, “It’s
none of your fuckin’ business.”
“I was just helping him, Patrick, it’s okay,” you assured your
boyfriend of about a week, “We’ve been friends since we were five, it’s not a
“I think I’ll decide what’s a big deal and what’s not, okay
babe,” Patrick’s voice was smooth, but angry as he kissed the top of your head,
making sure Henry watched, “Don’t let me see you touchin’ my girl again, Henry,”
he flashed a grin, “See you in third period.”
“See ya, fuck face,” Henry responded with a quick smirk as
he shook his head and walked the other way.
“Are you sure you two are friends?” You asked sarcastically,
looking up to give Patrick a skeptical smile as the two of you walked down the
hall, “You have the weirdest dynamic.”
“We’re friends,” Patrick confirmed, smiling back down at
you, “We’re just dumb as shit too,” he joked, thinking of how much shit the
guys in the gang gave each other day after day. Yet, they were still friends.
At that, you laughed.
“What’s so funny, huh?”
“Nothing,” you waved your hand, easing down from your
laughter, “Just that… You guys really are dumb as shit,” you admitted, smiling
as you shook your head. You’d been hanging out with Henry’s gang all throughout
high school and they made you question your own sanity every day just by being
around them so often.
“You think you’re funny, huh, girl?” Patrick teased with a
smirk, pushing you lightly against a locker, “You wanna say that to my face?”
He pressed his forehead softly against yours, his eyes comically wide.
“You guys are still dumb as shit,” you repeated, laughing at
how weird he was when it was just you and him together. He always knew how to
keep you entertained.
“You’re gonna pay for that later, (y/n),” Patrick’s voice
was low in your ear before bringing his lips to your neck, causing you to
stifle a soft moan, “Or right now,” he chorused between kisses, trying to drive
you over the edge of your self control.
“Patrick, not at school!” You gave his shoulder a nudge,
trying to get him off you before a teacher saw. He smirked as he stood upright
again, looking down at you.
“You’re so cute when you’re embarrassed,” he snickered to
himself as he brought a hand to the top of your head, stroking your hair as he
moved it down to the back of your neck. He took another long look at you as
your cheeks somehow managed to turn a brighter pink than they were before. He
seemed to enjoy the view before you noticed his brows furrow as he looked down
to your neck.
“What are you looking at?” You asked, confused as to what
his problem was. You quickly brought a hand up to the side of your neck as your
eyes widened in shock, “Don’t tell me you gave me a hickey, Patrick, I swear to
god, I didn’t bring any concealer today, if someone sees-“
“Where’s your crystal thing you always wear?” He put a stop
to your nervous rambling as he traced a finger around the thin chain hanging
from your neck, “You lose it?”
“Oh, that thing,” you watched his finger move around your
neck, “I gave it to Henry; he needed it more than I did.” Patrick didn’t say
anything, but continued to trace his finger across the chain until he found the
clasp, undoing it with ease. “Don’t tell me you’re mad about that-“ You cut
yourself off as you watched him remove one of his rings from his skinny finger,
then proceeding to thread it through the chain.
“Now Bowers and everyone else will know you’re mine,” he
whispered softly as he put the necklace back around your neck and leaned down
to your ear once again, “Only mine.”