these two are constantly ruining my life and i don't know what to do anymore

It used to infuriate me when people would say that this generation is full of a bunch of babies but it’s true. Like fuck.

People don’t debate to debate anymore they argue to win. They won’t take any new information, new research, and apply it to their opinions and views and shit maybe learn something new and change their mind. They don’t give a fuck about that.

My friends will argue with me over bullshit that I USED TO BELIEVE. They’ll try to convince my that porn is good and empowering. Like shit dude you don’t have to convince me I used to believe it too back when I was a fuckig idiot. But I listened to sex workers who left the business and what they have to go through. I looked at statistics. I looked at society. And I changed my fucking mind.

Because I found out new information that was completely against everything I believed in, but it made sense so I took that to heart and decided to go with what I thought was right.

Instead of my friends listening to me they just use the same exact arguments on me that I used to use on others. Instead of listening they just wait until I say anything that they have “the perfect argument for” and just interrupt me with that. I’m not going back to believing what I used to believe because I have reasons to never go back to those ideas again.

If they said something that made the slightest about of sense then yes I would take that into consideration and perhaps form a new opinion. Even if 1% of sex workers find porn empowering and genuinely want to do it, I will never support it because of the majority who are constantly abused in the industry.

Everyone now just looks at the minority instead of the majority. shit some people don’t have all their limbs. Some people are blind. Doesn’t mean we change our WHOLE VOCABULARY just to make them feel included. And they don’t have entire movements against phrases like “can I lend a hand, hey look over there, wow don’t you hate it when you stub your toe”

And we don’t go out of our way to make these people feel less isolated and they don’t expect us to and don’t get offended over stupid bullshit like that because everyone knows we don’t say things like that in order to exclude and offend them, we’re just saying it because hey most people can see. Most people have two arms and two legs. It doesn’t mean we hate the people who don’t and want them to die.

Mainstream media is fucking bullshit. “Believe what I say otherwise I’m going to doxx you and ruin your life!!!” They use fear tactics constantly in order to get their opinion heard. Everyone is so scared of pissing someone off that they walk on eggshells and accept everything they’re told without hesititation. No one looks into or researches anything anymore they just go with the popular idea.

How many people actually looked into Bernie sanders and what his plans were for president??? I’ll bet a HELL of a lot less than the amount of people actually planning to vote for him. Why? Because they saw a meme on Facebook and believed it whole heartedly. I supported Bernie but not blindly. Not everything you see on social media is true. Anyone can post a photo with a caption.

Like fuck. The mainstream liberal feminist bullshit is literally just full of cry babies. They’ve gone so far left they act more extreme that republicans half the time. At least republicans are just assholes and have shitty opinions instead of literally telling 16 year old that they hope they get raped and killed and their family too. Shits fucked.

These people so whole heartedly believe what they’ve been told they want people who disagree with them TO DIE. and their FAMILIES.

I’m just fucking sick of it and there’s a reason I never express my political opinions outside of this blog. There’s no fucking point in getting into a discussion with someone when they just want to win. It’s all about winning. There’s a reason everyone thinks millennials are whack and entitled.

Whatever dude I’m a millennial and I don’t have those opinions but I can see why people think it just because the people who scream the loudest ARE fucking entitled and crazy and big ass cry babies. They’re the ones making this opinion truer every day

This post isn’t about radical feminists it’s about liberal feminists. Because theyre the ones with the widespread beliefs and the ones shoving opinions down people throats without explanation. We don’t shove our opinions down people’s throats, at least I don’t. whenever someone comes into my inbox saying they’re libfem but confused about a certain subject but scared to ask their friends, I kindly explain it to them. I don’t tell them what to think. I tell them what I think and why. If they take all that information and STILL decide to be a libfem I’m still not going to wish death upon them. All I want is for people to actually think about shit and get information from both sides before blindly picking a belief. Just fuck. Stop telling people what to fucking think without even EXPLAINING WHY YOU THINK THAT WAY. EVERYONE IS ENTITLED TO A FUCKING OPINION AND IF YOU WANT TO BELIEVE SOMETHING COMPLETELY DIFFERENT THAN ME FINE. THERES ALWAYS GONNA BE SHITTY PEOPLE OUT THERE BUT AT LEAST FUCKIJG RESEARCH IT BEFORE SHOVING IT DOWN PEOPLES THROATS ON THE FUCKING INTERNET. JUST BECAUSE SOMETHING OFFENDS YOU DOESNT MEAN THAT YOU ARE RIGHT.

Nine Lives [ Kou Mukami x Reader ] [ Oneshot ]

Death was a blissful thing. People never understood that after what pain and suffering you could live would morph into a new beginning. A life on the other side where the pain of today could never match what beauty tomorrow, and forevermore would hold. But that was shattered when the sirens blared through your faint hearing, and the muffled sounds of cries made their existence in your ears as you felt a cold embrace consume your torso, coherent whispers created their noise in your ears. “I won’t call you M Neko-chan if you live,” he sobbed into your ears, the gentle feel of wetness upon your cheek made your lips part so that a moan of agony escaped your slightly chapped lips. 
        From outside of your almost unconscious point of view, the great idol of the century was crying for your well-being. An ambulance was called from Kou’s heavy screams of wanting help, and avail came for him. “Don’t die on me,” he begged. “Don’t go, don’t go.” He pleaded. Of course, in some way, Kou was acting like how he had to before a world whom thought him a helpless romantic human that his soap operas, and dramas reigned true. But if there was the opaque silence and the people around didn’t exist, he would be howling for the eldest brother and screaming high curses into the night. Possibly even going as to so far as to sink his teeth into your neck, or even create a scene no one wanted. 
        Within moments of this action and deep-thinking, paramedics dressed in white had to pry you out of the arms of Kou, whilst a paramedic held him back to whisper words of instruction. If he could calm down, he would be allowed to hop into the vehicle and go with his beloved to the hospital in which life could be restored. With harsh heaving, the blond nodded towards the paramedic, but his face was sticky and glistening with tears at holding your body in his arms that wanted your eternal warmth in them. Slowly raising to a standing, the young man breathed in once, and took a step forward before he broke out into a run scuffing into the car as he slid along the bench that was held on the side to hold your hand. 
        “Don’t leave me,” he pleaded you, kissing the back of your hand, but there was nothing you could reply with. Not that night. 

It was until morning that your once heavy eyelids met the first rays of the glorious sun, so full of sleep and exhaustion, before you glanced over to the young idol who sat reclined back in his chair. His face so angelic, so peaceful, and for once you didn’t want to ruin a perfect sculpture that would not be framed for eternity. Trying to push your back off of the bed, you felt it impossible as you rested yourself back down with your whole face distorted in pain. Glancing over to Kou, you noted his awakening, and his stare as he reached up to rub at his eye in a childish manner.
        “You’re awake,” he murmured with a tone that held calamity. In that moment, there was a loud cry that ripped through the morning air’s silence as you saw what you once thought as strong as a glacier begin to crumble into nothing but ice cubes. “Why would you do that to me?!” He bellowed with a mix of anger and agony. “Don’t you know how much I love you? Do you doubt me? Or simply, was it the fact that you’ve been lying to me this whole entire time?!” If he were human, his lungs would possibly have bursted through his mouth from the volume of his fury. 
        “I don’t like liars,” he came to soften so quickly as he reached out to trace along your lips. By now, you knew that it was only a matter of time that he would flare. In the instant he captured your chin beneath his fingers and turned your head gently to look at him as his face was already there to meet your eyes. 
        “Why?” He questioned the agony within his voice was almost enough to even compare to the agony that you had once felt. “If you were unhappy,” he murmured as his thumb reached up to trace along your lips with his eyes saddening. “I could have given you anything to make you happy.” His voice barely above a whisper. “A diamond, two diamonds, emeralds, a car so your beautiful feet won’t have to walk on the filthy grounds, clothes, anything,” he leaned forward and gently did he place his forehead against yours. 

Kou.” Your voice croaked, as emotion welled within your eyes. “Money can’t make me happy, money can’t buy happiness.” You explained.
        Pulling back in a jerk-like motion, he hissed. “Then what makes you happy?!” He yelled at you. “Don’t give me that white washing shit, I won’t believe it!” He cried. 
        Ripping out the attachments to your body, you pulled your back up from the hospital bed, and pulled you in as your eyes spilled the emotion in a sense of faint relief. “You make me happy.” You whispered to him. “You’ve been working constantly, and I felt so alone, I just wanted you…. I missed you and I thought you didn’t want me anymore-" 
        His lips pressed to yours in a manner of possession that any camera would have been tempted to zoom into as the kiss pushed your back to press along the subtle cushioning of the bed. His lips withdrew from yours as your eyes met his, locking in a gaze that was unforgettable. 
        ”You could have spoken with me, I would have cancelled a few plans to be with you. You didn’t have to do that. And don't do that again.“ He murmured as he gently nuzzled your cheek.
        ”Never do that again.“ A sniffle sounded from him. 

I love you too much for you to leave me,“ he wrapped one arm around you, trying to bask in the warmth that you were centimeters from losing if he hadn’t caught you. You’d only fainted from the intensity, with minor injury as he had bumped you a bit. "You’re my blue sky,” he murmured. “Without you, my world would be monochrome grey. Never leave me. Not when you’ve showed me every color even beyond blue." 

Heartwarming (Vikklan one-shot)

Oh my God, do you know how long it took me to write this with a hurting hand? The things I do for you guys…:3

I have soooo many ideas to write down but I can’t right now :( besides having an inflamed hand I’m sick too, so that sucks :( (by soooo many ideas I mean a bunch of Vikklan one-shots, a Poofless one-shot plus I need to develop the storyline for my Pack fanfic…)

And I’m still terrible at coming up with titles…

Also, sorry if this is terrible, I was kinda tired when I wrote the ending

One more thing: just imagine Vikk in Lachlan’s jumper, with the sleeves properly rolled down *-* so cute, OMG, someone gotta make me a fanart of that!

Pairing: Vikklan

Setting: How to Minecraft

Word count: 3170 (ohmygod, that’s a lot)

‘Race you to the top!’, Lachlan screamed, dashing up the nearby hill with a headstart.

Vikk couldn’t catch up, so the Australian won their little race.

'I’m the king of the hill!’, he screamed as his friend reached the top too 'Hey, get off me hill!’

With that he pushed the other gently, but forcefully enough to make him stumble backwards and roll a few feet away in the soft grass.

'Hey, rude!’, Vikk laughed, still lying on the ground.

He quieted after a while, just smiling to himself and loving his life a whole lot. He cherished the moment, like he always did when they were like this with Lachlan, when they were so immature and happy and carefree, when it was just the two of them, hidden from the eyes of everyone else. Those were the moments when Vikk felt like he was free to love the Aussie as much as he did, more than a friend, even though it was not the case.

They were exploring, but for no apparent reason. They weren’t in need of any rare materials and there were barely any unexplored chunks within the world border at the moment. Still, going exploring together seemed like an unquestionably great idea to both of them as it gave them an opportunity to spend some time together without having any responsibilities. Because Lachlan loved Vikk too – whether romantically or not, it wasn’t clear for the Brit - and whenever they did something together, it was always just the best of times for the both of them.

Vikk finally got up and started walking towards his friend, causing him to be loud again.

'I’m the king, you’re a peas’, you stay down there!’, he joked.

'Aaaaawwwww…can’t we be kings together, plz?’

'Hmmmm….’, the blonde took his time to think 'Y'know what? That sounds cool, let’s be kings together.’, with that he reached out his hand and pulled him next to him.

The other laughed, but silenced when he looked further behind his friend.

'Lachlan, look over there!’

'Wha…?’, he turned around, confused 'Oh my God, yes!’, he exclaimed when he realised that there was a snow biome on the other side of the hill 'Let’s go there!’

'The last one there is a zombie pigman!’, Vikk screamed, running down the hill, getting his rematch.

'Nuuuuu that’s not fair!’, the Australian whined.

The other just laughed and jumped over the river separating the two biomes and landing on the ice, finishing first that time around. Lachlan ran to the shore, coming to an abrupt stop, being reluctant about jumping over the water and onto the ice.

'Come on, little Lachy! We don’t have all day!’

'I don’t know mate, how did you jump this?’

'It’s easy, just get some momentum.’

'Yeah, and land in the water! I don’t want to be wet if we’re going into a cold biome!’, he continued complaining.

'You won’t, I’ll catch you, okay?’, Vikk smiled reassuringly, reaching out both hands towards him, ready to catch him.

'A-alright…’, he backed away from the bank a few feet, then started dashing towards it.

His jump alone would have been enough, but Vikk caught him anyway. However, Lachlan’s momentum now sent both of them flying backwards, the Brit landing hard on his back, holding his friend on top of him tightly.

'Hey, it worked!’, the Aussie laughed, rolling off of the other and secretly already missing the feeling of his arms around him.

'Why are you so surprised?’, Vikk shot back as they both got up and moved on to solid land.

'Don’t know, maybe because you have a talent to make everything go horribly wrong.’, he giggled.

'Nah mate, that’s you, not me.’


Their occasional fits of laughter was the only noise that could be heard across the silent biome. They have left the river behind long ago, enjoying the chill and the new landscape. They had a couple of snowball fights, made snow angels and built a snowman, which Lachlan didn’t want to leave behind, but he had to. It started snowing too, making it seemingly even more perfect.

Lachlan kept running ahead, still bubbly and full of energy and not even a bit cold thanks to his thick jumper. Vikk, on the other hand, had slowed down, walking slower and falling behind. He started feeling cold after making the angels and now he was absolutely freezing, walking with his arms wrapped around himself, trying to warm himself up as his thin T-shirt wasn’t providing great protection against the chilly weather. However, he was grateful that his friend was still jumping around and was constantly ahead of him, because he wouldn’t have shown he was cold if he could have seen. He seemed to be having so much fun and Vikk didn’t want to ruin it for him by being a wimp and making both of them have to turn back so that he could warm up.

The Australian still turned towards him from time to time.

'You okay there, mate?’

'Yeah, sure.’

'You not cold?’

'Nah, I’m fine.’, he managed to force a smile everytime and it was enough to fool Lachlan. Adorable, naive, sweet Lachlan.

'Well, if you say so…’

And they kept going everytime.

After a while of wandering in the snowy plains, Lachlan came to a stop.

'Hey, Vikk, see that?’, he pointed at the hill ahead of them 'Let’s race up there, it could be the tiebreaker!’, however, he received no answer 'Vikk?’, he asked worriedly, turning around to look at his friend.

What he saw almost made his heart stop. The Brit didn’t even care to act tough anymore, he was just standing there with his arms wrapped around himself and shaking from cold, looking so small and fragile and miserable that it almost broke Lachlan’s heart.


'Oh, yeah, sorry, I kinda spaced out…What’s up?’, he tried to act like he was fine, but he was failing miserably.

'You are freezing…’

'No, I’m fine!’, he attempted to stand straight and walk towards his friend, but at his second step, he stumbled and fell – and he didn’t get up.

'Oh my God, Vikk!’, he rushed to his side, falling to his knees beside him.

Lachlan was terrified to see his friend lying in front of him, motionless and so, so cold, not even conscious anymore.

'No, Vikk, don’t do this to me, please!’, he cried out, shaking his shoulders in attempt to wake him. 'C'mon, sleeping beauty, it’s not naptime yet!’, he was so scared, how could their happy trip go so terribly wrong?!


Warmth and darkness. Those were the first two things Vikk became aware of.

He was covered in something soft, he could feel it on his arms. A blanket? No. A hoodie, maybe? It smelled familiar too. He was lying on a hard surface, stone, probably.

He tried to remember how he had gotten to the place he was in now. The exploring trip with Lachlan…the snow biome. Yeah, right, he was cold and he had overwhelmed himself, until he got to a point where his body couldn’t take it anymore. He should’ve frozen to death then, right? So why hadn’t he? Did Lachlan save him, or was it someone else? Was he even alive?

His thoughts were getting more and more messy and he was getting nowhere with them. He figured that the smartest thing to do would be to open his eyes and actually check his surroundings. It wasn’t as easy though, he felt like all energy had been drained from his body and it took him some tries to open his eyes.

At first he was blinded by the light rushing into his pupils. Then he saw that he was lying on natural stone floor and there was a fire lit really close to him, filling him with warmth. He looked further, seeing that the walls were rough and made of stone too. Was he in a cave? Probably.

He couldn’t see anything else. He lay still for a few minutes, gathering the strength to just move his head a bit, so hopefully he could see more. He moved his head upwards slightly, and fair enough, a figure came into his field of vision. The boy was sitting not far from him, next to the fire, hugging his knees and having his face buried into them. From his blonde locks and the fact that he was the last person he saw, Vikk assumed it was Lachlan…but why was he wearing a white T-shirt? Where was his jumper? Oh, wait a sec…He looked down at his arm, seeing the sleeve of a really familiar red jumper.

He looked at the Aussie again, wondering what he should do. Finally, he made up his mind.

'Lachlan…’, he called softly, his voice hoarse.

The other’s head shot up on an instant, and as his sky blue eyes fell on him they filled to the brim with tears.

The next thing Vikk knew was that he was pulled into an almost suffocatingly tight hug.

'You- you scared me so much…’, the blonde choked out 'Don’t do that ever again! I was so scared…and worried and I…I…’, he lost his ability to speak as sobs took over, so he just held the other even tighter, grasping the fabric of his jumper as if he was fearing that he could be torn away from him every second.

The Brit was taken off guard by the hug, but what surprised him even more was that Lachlan was crying and he had been afraid for a person other than himself…and that person was actually him. He felt like his heart was going to burst as he gently returned the hug and attempted to calm his friend.

'Hey, don’t cry…please, I’m alright now, well I’m better, that’s for sure’, he whispered softly, stumbling over his words 'thanks to you, I suppose?’

His last comment made the other pull away just enough to look him in the eye.

'Y-yeah, it was me.’, he mumbled, breathless from crying 'When you passed out, I brought you to this cave and made the fire to warm you up…’, his tears started to surface again 'but it was so long ago and you never moved and you were so cold, I was so scared…’

'Well, thank you for saving me then…no, no, no, don’t cry again! You’re gonna make me cry too.’

'O-okay…’, he tried to fight back his tears.

'Good’, Vikk chuckled and brought a hand up to wipe the other’s tears away, not taking it away after but gently stroking his cheek with his thumb.

Somehow it didn’t even surprise him that the Australian closed his eyes and leaned into his touch, a smile growing on his tear-stained face.

'I just…I can’t lose you, okay?’, he sighed, opening his eyes and covering the other’s hand with his.

'You won’t’, he said without thinking, his voice barely a whisper.

He wasn’t quite sure where the situation was going, it felt like one of his dreams. His mind was telling him to stop, to not say things like that and to pull away, because they were totally not acting like friends, but his heart was telling him different, and he had always listened to his heart.

'I will if you keep doing reckless stuff like freezing yourself to death!’, despite how much it sounded like his usual jokes, he was being serious for once.

'I’m sorry. I won’t do that again, I promise.’

'How do I know you won’t break that promise?’, he demanded, not caring how childish he sounded.

'I…don’t know…’, he muttered, feeling hurt and pulling away from the hug.

Lachlan let out a whimper at the loss of contact and quickly pulled him close again, burying his face into his shoulder. He knew he was being really clingy, but he couldn’t help it: he had almost lost the person who was the most precious to him and letting him out of his arms where he felt like he could protect him was absolutely terrifying.

'I’m sorry…’, Vikk mumbled as he returned the hug once again.

'It’s okay…you’re safe now, it’s alright’, he said that to calm himself rather than to reassure his friend.

They stayed silent and still for a couple minutes until the Australian raised his head, looking over the other’s shoulder and seeing that the fire was almost out.

'Damn it’, he muttered because he had to get up and leave the Brit’s embrace to put some wood on the fire or maybe even relight it.

He sighed as he got up, earning a little whine from Vikk - which he was most likely not supposed to hear – and knelt by the pile of ashes, watching the last flames die out. He got some more wood from the pile in the corner that he collected earlier and attempted to remake their campfire. Either the wood was wet or there was something wrong with the flint and steel, or maybe the temperature was just too low, the point is, the fire didn’t light.

'Oh, for f-’, he threw the flint and steel at the wall, breaking it 'I’m sorry mate, we’re not gonna have a fire anymore’, he said more calmly.

'It’s alright, I don’t mind. Do you want your jumper back?’

'Nah dude, you need it, you’re still cold.’

'But I don’t want you freezing to death either.’

'I should be alright, don’t worry.’

'If you say so…I still want you to be warm though….C'mere, I’ll warm you up.’, he extended his arms towards him, inviting him to a hug.

'Haha, I can’t say no to that’, the Aussie giggled and went over to him, letting him wrap his arms around him and moving around till he was sitting on the other’s lap.


'Yeah’, his voice was muffled as he buried his face into his friend’s chest.

Lachlan felt like he was in heaven, other than actually feeling warm, being able to – thanks to some miracle – freely hug and cuddle with Vikk was something he could only wish for until that very moment. He closed his eyes, listening to the other’s heartbeat and never wanting the moment to be over. He loved the feeling of the Brit rubbing circles on his back and his presence filling him with more warmth than fire ever could.

'I think I might fall asleep…’, he mumbled.

'I can’t hear you mate, speak up.’, Vikk replied and the blonde could feel his laughter vibrating in his chest.

He raised his head in order to repeat his sentence audibly, but his breath got caught in his throat when he realised how close they were, their faces inches apart and their noses touching. His feelings overwhelmed him and however hard he tried, he couldn’t resist the urge to close the gap between them, connecting their lips in a soft kiss.

But no matter how much he was enjoying the kiss, no matter how soft Vikk’s lips felt on his and how sweet he tasted, no matter how long he had waited for this moment, he felt his heart shatter into millions of tiny pieces as he realised he had probably made the biggest mistake of his life because Vikk wasn’t kissing him back. So he started pulling away, not ready for the terrible awkwardness to follow, but that was when he felt being pulled back into the kiss and his heart was mended again because no, he hadn’t made a mistake, quite the opposite.

They pulled away, breathless and the Aussie went back to his previous position, with his head on the other’s chest, totally forgetting to repeat his sentence. They stayed like that for a while, both of them being clueless on what just happened or what to do about it. Finally, Lachlan decided to speak up, this time making sure the Brit heard him well.

'I think I might have just ruined our friendship.’


'It’s fine though, I don’t want to be your friend anymore anyway.’

He felt his no-longer-friend tense up and he raised his head again, so that he could look him in the eye and smiled cheekily.

'Yep, you heard me right, I don’t want to be your friend anymore. I’d much rather be your boyfriend.’

Vikk let out a sigh of relief and a wide smile formed on his face and he tightened his arms around the blonde a bit more.

'Gosh, you just gave me a heart attack. Why would you do that?’

'It was a payback.’, he grinned, not giving the other time to answer, kissing him again.


After hearing the mobs burn outside their sealed cave, the two boys decided to set off on their journey back to the Salty Lagoon.

'You sure you don’t want your jumper back?’

'Not until we’re back in a warmer biome. I’m not taking any chances, bae.’

Vikk was used to his friend – boyfriend, actually – calling any living creature 'bae’, but it was nice knowing that in his case it meant something more.

'Alright.’, he agreed, but wrapped an arm around his waist so that he would still stay warm until they’ve left the cold lands and he got a soft kiss on his cheek in return.

The edge of the biome wasn’t as far away as they estimated – turns out, they went in an almost complete circle the previous day. They ended up at the same part of the river where they crossed before.

'Do you need me to go ahead and catch you again?’, Vikk chuckled.

'Nah, I’ll be fine.’, he answered, letting go of him and this time not hesitating to jump to the other side, landing smoothly.

The other followed him closely.

'Why did we make such a big deal of this last time?’, the Australian wondered.

'I have no idea. It was you, anyway.’

'Hey, that’s not true!’

'It is, stop denying it!’

'Oh, okay, maybe…’, he admitted, looking at his feet and acting cute knowing how much Vikk loved it when he did that.

'Damn it, you’re too adorable.’, with that the Brit stepped closer and kissed his boyfriend’s nose.

They walked up the hill hand in hand.

'Remember that whole king of the hill thing?’, Lachlan smiled.

'Yeah, we agreed to be kings together, right?’, he replied, finding it fun to take games seriously.

'Yep. Do you still want to be a king with me?’

'I would love to.’, Vikk said softly, cupping the other’s cheeks and pulling him down for a sweet kiss.

But it really didn’t matter if they were kings or peasants or something else as long as they were together and they knew they would be, no matter what. Because really nothing changed, they were still allies, the Salty Squad, the Cool Kid Club who went fishing and exploring together and had each other’s back everytime and anytime, just now they could kiss and hug and hold hands and show they world how much they loved each other.