this is a bit weird tbh

starstruckfemme replied to your post: if the vai won’t give Link that one beverage when…

I think he has a baby face and everyone thinks he’s too young to do anything but he’s like :/

yeah I agree I think, I don’t think he’s too young to do anything tbh like teenagers have sex and people have to live with it… I see the issue a lil bit in some ships?? but not really?? that said, something like pre-calamity link x urbosa would weird me out a bit

I do think that the hundred years he has tacked on his age doesn’t count. like I really can’t take the “he’s a hundred something plus years old of course he’s mature” argument seriously. Aang was a hundred and twelve years old and he was a doofus. 

that said I think Link is mentally mature, present day!! I headcanon Link at least 18 years old post-ganon battle, like im pretty sure he would have aged decently having to survive on his own in the wilderness… guy’s gonna have some early grey hairs kicking around somewhere… so eHHH. I just think it’s interesting that there’s occasional inconsistencies about his age in-game.

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I CAN’T SAY ANYTHING ABOUT THIS BC I’M SCREAMING

jared: hey
connor: in case you haven’t noticed, i’m weird. i’m a weirdo. i don’t “fit in,” and i don’t wanna fit in. have you ever seen me without this stupid jacket on? that’s weird.

Period Struggles Compilation For No Particular Reason

giant blood diaper

the bathroom stinks to hell for a week

sneezing

coughing

laughing

yet somehow crying my eyes out doesn’t cause debilitating pain

speaking of - CRAMPS

ALL OF THE CRAMPS

SERIOUSLY IT FEELS LIKE THAT METAL HEAD-THINGY THAT GIRL WORE IN THE FIRST SAW MOVIE IS AROUND MY HIPS

googling ways to relieve cramps and seeing pictures of women all folded up like human pretzels like what human being can actually do that with a pad on wtf

saying “fuck” every three minutes 

it’s 3 in the morning and I’m standing here in my underwear washing blood out of my pajamas literally fuck everything 

wtf these aren’t my usual pads what’s this bullshit why do these even exist

then when I get my period in a hotel and they give me cheap, crappy pads with no goddamn wings what the fuck kind of customer service is this

*drops something* *tries to pick it up without bending over*

*in the shower* is that dust or blood clots

oh hey look there’s blood on the floor again

*wakes up in a panic* IS THERE BLOOD ON MY SHEETS

oh good there’s nothing

*wakes up again two minutes later* BUT IS THERE BL—

*lies awake in bed all night convinced I’ve got a leak*

*one time, just one time, has a peaceful night’s sleep* *wakes up with a leak*

that weird feeling like you’re being stabbed in the vagina by tiny people with tiny swords

that other weird feeling like a zombie bit you inside your uterus and now it’s slowly rotting from the inside out

no I’m not exaggerating that’s exactly what it feels like

crying for no reason

did i mention giant blood diaper

because it’s literally a giant blood diaper

maxi pads. fucking maxi pads. 

hey if i jump out that window will i die 

lying in bed, curled into a tight ball, praying for the sweet embrace of death

pink painkillers 

all of the hot water bottles 

but let’s be real that shit doesn’t work 

neither do the painkillers tbh 

so then I come home and collapse onto my bed and suddenly my dog is there sniffing my butt like seriously as if this wasn’t embarrassing enough already

“alright class today we’ll warm up by running around the field” *screams* 

every time you sit out during the swimming unit in pe and the pe teachers side-eye you the whole time

plus all the girl’s periods synch up so like half the class is sitting on the bleachers dying on the inside and the pe teachers think it’s all a big conspiracy 

“you know they have invented solutions for this exact problem”

^no lie, my science teacher told us this last month. everyone just stared at him in silence until he changed the topic. 

can I get a sick note for my period?

when you have to change in the middle of class and you try to discreetly take your bag with you and everyone looks up

“hey can you check if there’s blood on my pants” 

“if you hate pads so much why don’t you try a tampon” oh yes sure let me just shove a tiny cotton stick up my vagina that sounds pleasant

when you complain about your period to the squad and suddenly half of the boys have disappeared off the face of the earth 

*displays slightest hint of irritation after being provoked for a prolonged period of time*  “geez someone’s on their period”

“looks like someone bought the wrong tampon brand lol”

no

no don’t make jokes about that

that shit is the worst

To quote iiSuperwomanii: “My shedding uterus has standards.” 

trying to open your pad as quietly as possible but you know the other girls in the school bathroom can hear

then you come out of the stall and make eye contact in the mirror and tHeY KnOw

AND HOW THE FUCK

DOES MY PERIOD SOMEHOW ALWAYS KNOW

WHEN TO COME AT THE EXACT MOST INCONVENIENT TIME?? 

oh it’s your birthday? here’s a fun present!

oh it’s christmas? guess who’s not going sledding 

oh you’re being sent on a six-hour hike on your school trip in a mountain with no bathrooms? this seems like a good time for satan’s waterfall 

oh you were looking forward to a nice, relaxed half-term break? lol bitch not anymore

*cries internally*

*cries externally*

*cries eternally*


I hope this has been educational 

The Signs as my Favourite Men in Literature

*Careful! Contains elements of sarcasm.

Rhett Butler, sexy and sarcastic twat with a heart of gold (literally, because he is that rich) who enjoys making fun of everything and everyone and watching dumb people being dumb // Aries

Originally posted by fitz-and-giggles

brutally honest, handsome, physically strong, sarcastic, selfish, self-confident, drawn by goodness, afraid of rejection, wild behaviour, rebellious, charming, “ungentlemanly”, often amused and seldom serious

Edmond Dantès (Count of Monte Christo), a very decent guy who is imprisoned without any logical reason but manages to break out, starts a spicy campaign to avenge himself upon all the dumbasses who turned him in, becomes rich and powerful, HOT! // Taurus

Originally posted by thesunofdorne

kind, honest, innocent, living by traditional codes, naturally intelligent, honorable, driven by duty, loving, forgiving, later bitter and vengeful, hateful, resourceful, imaginative, protective

Mr. Fitzwiliam Darcy, a snobbish and arrogant jackass who so mercifully decided to propose to Elizabeth “against his better judgement” when he obviously could’ve had every woman in England // Gemini

Originally posted by moreofmatthewmacfadyen

honest, self-confident, feels superior, prideful, arrogant, assuming, sensitive, later easygoing, introverted, great communicating skills, great at analysing and organizing, has own set of values, dismissive, aloof, brave and stubborn, protective, chivalrous

Jay Gatsby, a romantic and gentle flower that is ridiculously obsessed with the past and can’t get over himself, seemingly thinks he’s the nicest guy in the universe and a beast in bed, tbh why would Daisy even look at other men? // Cancer

Originally posted by intangibil

dreamer, restless, delusional, charming, gracious, enigmatic, kind-hearted, determined, wealthy, passionate, dedicated to love, optimistic, energetic, loving, lives in another world, giving, caring, nostalgic

Harry Potter, a dork who needs friends who save him from all the stupid bullshit he attempts to do, he wouldn’t even have managed to get through the first year of school without Hermione and Ron, being his companion includes being dragged into some seriously concerning and dangerous shit // Leo

Originally posted by little-flightlessbird

brave, strong, devoted to his beliefs, strong-willed, warm-hearted, hot-tempered, impulsive, lack of emotional control, moody, witty, curious, protective, loving, humble, loyal, forgiving, grateful, stubborn, modest

Sherlock Holmes, a mental trainwreck and annoying know-it-all, I really understand why Dr. Watson is the only one who can stand his company because there’s not enough patience in the world to deal with this one, but I guess masterminds have to be hoes with a god-complex // Virgo

Originally posted by dailysherlockholmes

high intelligence, perceptive to details, workaholic, concentrates strongly, energetic, perfectionist, possesses a genius mind, creative imagination, stubborn, narcissistic, understands and analyzes human behaviour, lacks empathy for others, supresses emotions, overthinker

Atticus Finch, tbh I don’t know if there is a bad thing I could say about this man, he is a great and loving father, he is a badass lawyer and he shoots like a young god, i mean look at him! who wouldn’t want to be Mrs. Finch? // Libra

Originally posted by frerodelavega

kind-hearted, fair, stern but loving, honest, consistent, fights for justice, calm, quiet, moral, open-minded, courageous, strong-minded, respectful, faithful, wise, empathetic, intelligent, omniscient, great guide/Mentor

Edward Fairfax Rochester, a rude and horny but romantic dude who totally forgot that he locked his wife in the basement and thinks bigamy is a perfectly legit thing // Scorpio

Originally posted by royallstorm

excessively passionate, guided by senses, good at reading other’s minds, wild, desires a new life, pompous, genuine, often incapable of restraining his desires, dark and brooding, seeks innocence and freshness in contrast to his troubled life, deeply loving

Enjolras, a super-handsome hunk who thinks about the Revolution 24/7, honestly so much wasted potential because where’s the romance?, but then again it is borderline sexy to fight for what you believe in // Sagittarius

Originally posted by lieselcats

believes in democracy and freedom, charming but also capable of being terrible, rebellious, determined, ambitious, stubborn,  passionate, wild, beautiful, has radical beliefs, stoic, unafraid, “gives more light”, typical leader

Macbeth, incredibly hot and brave warrior who has some trouble with his self-esteem and has to show his wife what a manly man he is, totally obsessed with power which is sexy at the beginning but then it just gets weird // Capricorn

Originally posted by spindle-berry

brave and capable warrior, consuming ambition, self-doubt, powerful, lonely, feels guilty, very manly, kind at the beginning, treacherous, imaginative, ruthless, gullible, loving towards his wife, loyal when not inflicted with his ambition, arrogant, respectful

Jean Valjean, a former prisoner with a giant heart and a helper syndrome, tbh it’s a little bit annoying how good he actually becomes, particularly because he has a shit ton of own problems including a cop whose only mission in life is to catch him // Aquarius

Originally posted by broadwayreprise

honest, hard-working, compassionate, loving, willing to discover goodness, helps others, has a giant heart, idealist, takes responsibility if necessary, brave, selfless, intelligent and perceptive, strong and agile, protective, soft-hearted

Heathcliff, a really sexy beast with the attitude of a bad boy, can’t get over his first and only love and obviously has to behave like the biggest jerk on earth, obsessed with Catherine to the point where it gets really creepy, anyway I guess sex with him takes you to paradise // Pisces

Originally posted by directriz

wild and natural, amoral, cruel, possesses stormy emotions, vengeful, hates and loves with the same intensity, cares for those he loves and desires, obsessive, loyal, passionate, powerful, adventurous but silent child, mysterious

thefierceotaku  asked:

How does adhd affect you? If you don't mind me asking. My friend he adhd and I want to be there for him.

Pretty much in the ways you’d expect tbh–

  • Focusing on anything I’m not at-that-moment interested in is practically impossible.
  • ^Especially if it’s reading large paragraphs of text, even if I am interested in the topic that kinda focus is hard.
  • I have little to no perception of time 9 times outta 10.
  • Talking to authority figures or about myself generally is not a fun time due to RSD.
  • On focus again– on worse days I won’t be able to read/process the words I’m looking at on a page if someone’s talking in the room.
  • More recently, the nonverbal bouts I’ve mentioned due to brain overload for one reason or another.
  • My brain goes a mile a minute in a very roundabout and seemingly disconnected ways, so sometimes in conversation I’ll blurt out apparently totally unrelated things that I actually got to logically, just way too fast;
  • My memory is terrible - like, good lord.
  • It can be hard for me to focus on conversations / for people to get my attention if I see something interesting.
  • Sensory overload– personally I got it whenever I used to go to church, for example, ‘cause there were so many sounds and sights and smells and you have to stay still and quiet throughout it but my brain was just freaking out internally the whole time. But anywhere with a lot of sensory things going on can set it off.
  • Kind of sensory overload related (??)– sometimes my meter for conversation will hit rock bottom by the end of the day but somebody will still wanna talk and I’ll just be there flailing on the spot both physically and mentally ‘cause processing any more interactions just hurts.
  • Stimming: it’s not something I realize much until I think about it, but for example; personally, at work I feel weird without my lanyard cause I’m used to the weight of it and tend to play with the keychains on it or pop my nametag in my mouth while I’m walking around – idk it’s kind of a grounding thing – kinda like those totem things in Inception, haha.

there’s probably stuff I’ve forgotten tbh (like I said; memory problems, lmao) but that list looks long enough – all these things obviously differ in intensity from person to person, but hopefully that gives ya some insight on what might be up for if ever your pal seems a bit off at all

(Y’all feel free to reblog this too btw, might help spread some understanding)

You deserve better

Jughead x reader

In which the reader starts crying because of how great Jughead is.

(aka me)


It was raining outside. It was hailing earlier, harsh and cold, with a concrete-like-sky and an unrelenting chill, but now it was soft, tentative, and swirling. It was one of those unsettling situations in which it was raining, but the sun was also bright. The tarmacked ground outside was wet, but shining. Raindrops were settled on my windows, but the light was shining through them, making my room even brighter than if they weren’t there. I saw him cross the road, his hands in his pockets, and his eyes squinted against the rain. I noticed he had his backpack on his shoulders, which was never good. I took out my headphones and rushed down the stairs, opening the door for him. He walked in, shaking out his hair like a wet dog and I laughed.

“I need a place to stay.” He said, his eyes pleading. I smiled.

“Of course, Jug, whenever.” His face relaxed in relief, a grin spreading across his face. This was not the first time Jughead had had nowhere to go, and had come to stay with me. The first time he had tried to hide it from me, attempting to sleep at school, but of course I had not allowed that to continue. My parents weren’t around anyway, so there was no one to tell him no.

“Maybe you should just come and live here all the time.” I joked, and he laughed as he kicked his shoes off, but then he looked up at me, and suddenly that suggestion seemed all too real. I followed him into the kitchen and lifted myself up onto the side as he leant against the sink. I didn’t ask what had happened to make him, once again, homeless, but instead started an entirely unrelated conversation, for which I know he was grateful.

My studying was abandoned, and we ended up sprawled across the sofa watching movies, as per usual. We each leant with our backs on one arm of the sofa, our legs entangled in the middle. I looked over to him as the credits rolled, surprised to find him fast asleep, his head slumped down onto his chest. Jughead never really slept, so I felt as though it was a privilege to see him do so. His face seemed so much more peaceful, the seemingly constant furrow of his eyebrows smoothed out, and his mouth relaxed. I stared at him for so long, his face now only lit up by the faint light of the white lettering on the screen. I thought about how rarely he looked calm, peaceful or content, and how much I wanted him to be. This seemingly gloomy, angry teenage boy, who had turned out to be so gentle and good. We had been friends now since third grade, when I moved to Riverdale. I didn’t really have anyone before that, and then Jughead strolled into my life with his stupid hat and satirical humour and made everything good. He deserved so much better than what he was given.

Suddenly there were tears in my eyes and a swelling in my throat as I desperately wished Jughead Jones happiness. I let out a silent laugh as tears ran down my face at the absurdity of the situation. I was literally sitting next to my sleeping friend, crying at how great he was. I shifted my legs, moving to stand up, but froze as Jughead’s body stirred at the movement. His eyes opened slowly, looking around blearily as his legs shifted. They met mine and widened in alarm as he noticed the tears on my cheeks. He sat up quickly.

“Y/N?” He asked worriedly, his hand reaching for mine. This movement, paired with the concerned look on his face, seemed to intensify my emotions, and I let several more tears leak out of my eyes as I looked at the wonderful boy in front of me. He frowned even more, distressed by my sudden onset of emotions, moving towards me on the sofa.

“Hey, what is it?” One of his hands took mine, while his other rested on my leg, rubbing up and down. He was just making it worse. “Y/N, what is happening?”

I wanted to laugh at his obvious confusion, but water just kept trickling out of my eyes. I chuckled weakly, attempting to wipe the tears off my face, but they were just replaced. I brought my legs up and off the sofa, shuffling along it towards him and leaning into his ready arms. My cheek pressed against the side of his chest as I continued to cry. It was just getting embarrassing at this point, I didn’t even know what I was upset about anymore. His arm came around my shoulders, the other one moving to grip my hand as he rested his cheek on top of my head, obviously realising I just needed a hug.

“Shh, Y/N please stop crying. Or at least tell me why you’re crying, I mean I really have no idea what’s going on.” He said, rubbing his hand up and down my shoulder in a desperate attempt to comfort me. I let out a weak and watery laugh, the occasional tear still sliding down my face.

“You’re just really great.” I mumbled into his shirt.

“Hm?”

“You’re great okay, Jughead, that’s why I’m crying!” I said a bit louder, almost annoyed with him. There was a moment of silence before he started laughing, as I knew he would. I rolled my eyes,

“Yeah, go ahead, laugh it up, I’ll just sit here and cry.” I grumbled as he continued to laugh. He leant back to look down at me, smiling.

“You’re crying because… I’m great?” He asked, frowning and chuckling. I huffed,

“Yes, Jug, I’m crying because you’re great.”

“Okay, I’m gonna need some clarification.”

I sighed, leaning further into him, his arm still around me.

“Well I just started thinking about how much you have improved my life,” I started quietly, half into his chest, embarrassed to be confessing this to him. “And then you were asleep and you looked so peaceful and I wish you could be like that all the time because you deserve to be happy, and you don’t deserve anything bad to ever happen to you.” I rambled off, shutting my eyes as another tear slipping onto my cheek. There was silence for a moment, before he removed his arm from me and turned around to face me, his eyebrows furrowed and a small, bemused smile on his face.

“Y/N, I am happy, you know that right? Especially with you.” He looked me in the eye.

“Sure, I have a pretty shitty home life, but doesn’t everyone? There are plenty of people who have it worse than me, and I count myself lucky for what I do have.” I smiled up at him, and he moved his arm back around me, looking forward. “I think you underestimate how happy you make me. Don’t think it’s just you who’s all grateful, Y/N, that’s not fair. Sure, I may not cry about it,” I laughed, “but I have you, and as disgustingly cheesy as it sounds, that’s pretty much all I need. You know, I think the reason I looked so peaceful when you were watching me sleep, which is creepy by the way, is because I was here, with you. This is the calmest, safest place for me. Right by your side.” He pressed his lips against the top of my head, and I tried very hard not to cry again. Why does he do this to me?

I thought about what he had just said, and a small smile spread across my face. The best thing I could do for Jughead was just to be with him. To be there for him, and to make him laugh, and let him stay at my house, and watch movies with him when I’m supposed to be working. To be his friend.

I took his hand as we pressed ourselves into each other, enjoying the silence, the darkness and each other.


Okay so this is a bit of a weird one but perfectly sums up how I feel about Jughead.

@ riverdale writers make him happy pls

so if you guys didn’t know, @deancasheadcanons has this wonderful fic called kvetch, a college au based on the university she went to, which i now go to. i found this fic a few weeks ago for the first time, after being a big fan of madd’s works for like at least a year. if you’ve read the fic you’ll know that dean works at the school newspaper, and dean and cas meet (sorta) through the ‘kvetching board’, a column specific to our paper. turns out, i have a good friend who also works at the school newspaper, and used to watch supernatural, and reads/writes fanfiction, so i sent her the link to the fic. we were both kinda freaking out, cuz like, apparently the setup of the rooms is the same or whatever, which isn’t that weird because like, madd /did/ work there, but it was kinda weird because oh my gosh internet is merging into real life where did that line between fanfiction and reality go??

anyways, yesterday someone handed me the paper and told me to look at the kvetches. i didn’t really think anything of it, tbh i thought it would be like a meme or something, but i open it up and the one at the very top was directed at ME. 

after a little bit of sleuthing (ok it didn’t take a lot of sleuthing), i figured out that the person who submitted the kvetch was the friend who i shared the fic with because newspaper. who probably didn’t even have to /submit/ the kvetch because like, she works there. and it’s based on a fic i shared with her and god it’s so cute.

so i guess we’re gonna go on a date now? all thanks to destiel fanfiction. follow your dreams, kids. #thanks madd

Reigen Headcanons

lmao this is long overdue, but tbh i was stuck on him for a bit. (which is why i saved him and mob for last)

// Teru // Shou // Ritsu // Reigen // Mob // Serizawa //

  • Probably has like. barely any Casual Clothes. at least 70% of his wardrobe is suits and ties and slacks because he always is Dressed to Impress
    • but. that 30% is like old worn out shirts of bands that no one remembers and weird pajama pants with tacky designs on them
    • 70% classy 30% tacky
  • sometimes passes out on his desk at the office. not all the time, but often enough that he has a constant kink in his neck
    • gets woken up at 3am by Shou breaking a potted plant while crawling through the window
  • “ooh, god. My neck is absolutely killing me. I don’t even know what I did.” “Maybe its because you’re like fifty, old man.” “wh-aa I uhm– why you even here, Ritsu.” “….. I’m here for Shou…” “oooh I see. So that’s it, huh? Well–” “Oh my god, stop looking at me like that.”
  • has chronic back pain
    • the whole reason he actually learned how to give some killer massages was to try and work the pain out of his own back instead of ‘exorcising’ curses n whatnot, but hey, two birds one stone
  • has a mini fridge in his office
    • before he met mob it used to be full of mostly cheap beer that he could barely stomach. Now there’s always milk, coffee creamer, and whatever is left over from their lunches together
  • has to put a baby lock on said mini fridge
    • teru doesnt know how to unlock them
  • Reigen externally: “oh haha, that, uuh, that was a close one, eh Mob? That damn spirit almost h-had us, huh? good thing I was here.”
    Reigen internally: “holy fucking shit holy crap oh my god oh fu”
  • constantly on the verge of a mental breakdown
    • the only reason he isn’t freaking out 24/7 is because he is really good at just…. shoving all that deep, deep down. He has a killer calm and collected facade
      • the only time his fears, doubts and worries are shown is when he is drunk off his ass (and oh boy does he have a lot of those)
  • the words ‘daycare center’ were once written on the Spirits and Such sign for almost a month is scrawled, messy sharpie
    • Reigen actually did notice it, but Shou would start snickering and giggling whenever he walked past it without saying a thing, so he kept it up to humour him
  • Only remembers Shou and Teru’s name when it’s convenient to him
    • “Eh Mob, where’d that fire headed kid go? I think he took off with my coffee flavouring.” “…. do you mean Shou?” “yeah, that kid.”
    • Hey! Haystack! Get away from the fridge! Didn’t you read the damn sign?” “Sorry boss I don’t know how to read suddenly.”
  • Just as Mob starts telling Teru about how awesome and powerful of a psychic he is, Reigen trips over his own feet in the background and takes a bookshelf down with him
  • screws himself over quite a bit
    • drinks coffee at 9 at night
    • doesn’t readjust that rug near the front of his office, no matter how many times he trips over it
    • repeatedly locks himself out of his office, has to wait for Mob to drag Ritsu by so he can pick the lock
      • doesnt dare question why the fuck ritsu knows how to pick locks
  • will sometimes stay up late at night, staring up at his ceiling with dead eyes because he realized that he has four kids latching onto him
    • like, wtf??? He’s not Adulty enough to take care of this many kids?? why do they keep coming back?? is he supposed to be some sort of Role Model now? thats too much fucking responsibility he cant do that
  • has trouble coming to terms with change, time going past, that sort of thing
    • sometimes he remembers how young Mob was when he first met him, how much time has gone by since then, and his mood plummets instantly
  • he is completely aware of why Teru has been showing up at his office so often, why he sometimes even trails behind Mob like a shadow during some exorcism gigs, and he finds it hilarious
  • Is very, very Asexual
Dangerous Woman Tour Full Review (Including Full Song-By-Song Breakdown and Videos) of

Helloooooo here with my Dangerous Woman Tour Review. It’s ridiculously long so I made it a “Read More” post. Please reblog if you read, because I put a TON of effort into this and therefore would like to spread it to as many people as possible to make this worth it lol. This review includes my opinions on basically every aspect of the show, as well as a song-by-song breakdown and lots and lots of videos. Let me know if you have any questions, I can answer anything!

DISCLAIMER: my opinions literally don’t matter and you may hold different ones and that’s all good you do you

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annasleaze-deactivated20170428  asked:

Okay so this may verge on tin foil hat territory, but do you have thoughts on the fact that the poster shows kylo's unscarred side as opposed to his scarred side ? I'm trying hard not to speculate, but as a zuko fangirl, this has me going hmmmm

Kylo’s scar is barely a scar (sorry I am bitter about that cat-scratch), so I don’t think the fact that they’re showing his un-scarred side means too much.

That said, the placement of Kylo and Luke on the poster amongst all that ominous red (and the fact that they’re positioned like a Dark side master and apprentice) does. There is a lot of weird things goin’ on in the image and tbh I’m scratching my head a bit.

NCT 127 (minus Mark & Haechan) reaction to you calling them daddy

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Anon: Do you do smut reactions? Can you do one with Nct U and 127 (Not including Mark and Haechan) react to you calling them daddy? It’s okay if you don’t want to do it. Btw I really love your blog. You’re amazing! :)

I literally cringed so hard whilst writing this because this whole daddy rage for me is a bit weird so it felt weird to write these lmao 

But anyway , I hope you like this! I can add Ten or Hansol or Kun if you want me too! Please enjoy and send in feedback if you do! Bisous, Flo xx

(its not that graphic tbh)

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I never said this in social media, but today I just want to share it

Back in secondary school, I was a little bit nerdy, my hair was (is) always messy and brown. My best friend was (is) a tall red head boy who didn’t care too much about school, his best friend (and my second best friend) was (is) a black haired boy with glasses

People always told us we were like ‘those guys from harry potter’ and we were the weird ones and stuff, they believed they were bothering us but, tbh, I was always pleased to be compared to hermione

When Jeno likes you but you are secretly dating Mark

Thank you so much for requesting and I am super sorry for the long wait! I hope this is at least a little bit similar to what you had in mind >< I hope you enjoy, please tell me what you thought about the scenario! ^^

honestly i feel so sorry for having made you wait so long for this ;-; i didn’t have time to write… ANYWAY i was a little lost with this scenario tbh… but once i started writing it became fun to write! thanks again for the request~ ALSO, it’s like 11pm here so forgive me if the grammar etc is sh*tty ><


Words: 1076

Slight angst with no fluff wow wth this feels weird

Requested by anon ♥

Originally posted by nakamotens


Your eyes went from Mark to Jeno and back to Mark again. “So,” you started, making them look at you. “What you are telling me is… that you two have no money?”

They nodded with the most innocent faces they could pull off.

“And you want me to pay?”

Again, they nodded innocently.

“You’ve got to be kidding me…” you sighed and pinched your nose bridge in frustration.

“Just this once,” Mark brought his hands together in a pleading way.

“We’ll repay you,” Jeno did the same as Mark and looked at you with his puppy eyes.

You were at your favorite food place with Mark and Jeno, your best friends. You had gone to eat together after school to have a short break before going back to the library to study. You had been trying to decide what to eat when the two had told you they had no money. They  weren’t bad people or anything like that. They just simply always forgot to bring money and you knew they weren’t lying. You trusted them.

You raised your eyebrows at the two. “You are so clumsy. Remind me why I’m still hanging out with you,” you said, joking a little even though there wasn’t even a small smile on your lips.

“It’s not my fault I forgot my wallet at home,” Mark whined. “And you know Jeno, he’s always broke.”

Jeno was about to say something to Mark’s statement but you cut him off. “This is probably the third time in two weeks that I’m paying guys. You haven’t paid for yourselves in a while.”

“I’m sorry,” Mark said, extremely apologetic. “I’ll glue my wallet on my forehead so I won’t forget to bring it.”

“I’ll just not eat next time,” Jeno said with a smile, making you feel bad.

“No, no, no,” you patted his shoulder. “Just… Remember that I’m not rich. I can’t keep paying for your food if I want to live.”

After letting out a few sighs and giving the two guys a couple of glares you headed to the cashier and ordered and paid for the food before finding a table to sit at.

After eating, you walked out of the food place, Jeno and Mark following you with apologetic looks.

“Are you mad?” Jeno asked carefully and observed your face from the side.

“No,” you said and looked down at your phone.

“Liar,” Mark stated. “You’re obviously angry at us.”

“No, I’m not,” you said, not lifting your gaze from the phone screen.

There was a brief silence during which Jeno and Mark exchanged looks, not knowing what to do to cheer you up.

“Hey,” Jeno was the one to break the silence. He suddenly hugged your arm, making you look at him, confused.

“How about,” Mark on the other hand put his arm around your shoulders and you turned to look at him. “We go to karaoke with the others?” he asked, referring to your other friends.

“Did you forget that I have to study?” you asked him.

“No, but I thought it would be nice to relax. You can relax for one evening, can’t you?”

“No,” you answered shortly. “But you guys can come to the library with me if you want to. I’m going to study there for some hours.”

The two didn’t exactly like the idea but agreed to come with you anyway. Maybe it’ll make her feel better, they thought.

“Shouldn’t you study too?” you whispered to Mark who was sitting next to you in the library. He had been staring at you for the past half an hour or so and it was starting to bother you.

He shook his head with a smile. “I think I’m okay with just watching you study,” he whispered it so quietly that it was barely audible.

You almost scoffed but held it in, not wanting to draw Jeno’s attention on you two. Jeno was sitting opposite you, studying history. It looked like he hadn’t heard what Mark said and you felt relieved.

Mark wasn’t just a friend, he was your boyfriend. You two were dating secretly and had been for some time already. You had agreed on keeping the relationship secret since you two were a little worried about how it would affect your group of friends. So, only you and Mark knew about this secret relationship between you two.

Except that’s not how it was. You and Mark weren’t the only ones who knew. The boy who was now sitting opposite you, acting like he didn’t feel like he third wheel, also knew about your relationship. To him, it was obvious. The way you two acted around each other, the way you talked about each other and the way you looked at each other all screamed “there’s something going on here” to Jeno.

Now, the situation wouldn’t have been bad if Jeno was okay with the relationship. He hated the fact that you were dating. Why? Because he liked you and he felt bad for liking his close friend’s girlfriend. He told himself that you were just a small crush, a fleeting emotion, but he still could feel his heart ache every time he saw you two look at each other the way you did. He didn’t want to like you, he wished he could just remove the feelings he had for you, just to feel better. Still, no matter how badly he wished, there was nothing he could to about his feelings. He liked you and he just had to live with the fact that you liked and were dating his best friend.

Jeno flinched slightly when he felt you kick his leg gently under the table, trying to get his attention. He lifted his head and raised his eyebrows. “What?” he whispered. He couldn’t help but notice that Mark was leaning on you, looking tired.

“We’re going to go buy some drinks from the vending machine. Do you want anything?”

After peeling his gaze off Mark, Jeno shook his head with a small forced smile. You smiled a little before getting up from the chair and walking out of the library, Mark right behind you. Jeno looked at you two and he couldn’t help but feel a little sad when he saw you smile at Mark in a way you would never smile at him. He let his gaze drop back to his notes.

Why can’t it be me? he wrote in his notebook, erasing it shortly after.


jeno pls don’t be sad ;-; *cries a little*