this is from when i went 4 pizza da other day

DICKIDS facts:


  • Leader of Dickids Crew and member of the xxyxnaf crew.
  • He is a rapper.
  • He was known before as Baddie Homie.
  • He won Street Rap Shit 2015.
  • He auditioned for Show Me The Money 5, although he didn’t pass the first round.
  • He lives in his own studio/appartment.
  • The other members crash often at his place.
  • He participated in School Rapper.
  • In School Rapper he was in team Swings.
  • He was born on April 13th 1998.
  • His real name is 이수린 (Lee SooRin).
  • He is signed in FAME Records.


  • She is the only female in the crew.
  • She is a rapper.
  • She is the oldest member.
  • She has her own place and studio.
  • She speaks English.
  • She is dating Panda Gomms.
  • She was born on February 26th 1998.
  • Her real name is 최란 (Choi Ran).


  • He speaks English.
  • He lives in his own place in Seoul.
  • He is a rapper.
  • He was born on May 13th 1998.
  • His real name is 유태현 (Yoo TaeHyeon).


  • He is a rapper.
  • He participated in Show Me The Money 4. During the cypher Seo ChoolGoo yielded the mic so he could rap, even though that meant that ChoolGoo himself wouldn’t have time to freestyle.
  • He participated in Show Me The Moeny 5, but was eliminated during the 1vs1 battle.
  • He is friend with NO:EL.
  • He is from Seoul.
  • He lives alone in a studio apartment, although his dog lives with his parents.
  • He attended Shindongshin Information Industry School.
  • According to B-NOM, he refers to Bumby as “Yaah Yoo TaeHyun!”.
  • He participated in School Rapper and he is the winner of the season.
  • In School Rapper he was in team Giriboy and Xitsuh.
  • He signed with Indigo Music, a label created by Swings.
  • He is going to participate in Show Me The Money 6.
  • He was born on January 12th 1999.
  • His real name is 양홍원 (Yang HongWon).


  • He speaks a little English.
  • He is a rapper.
  • His hometown is in Daegu.
  • He has a younger sister.
  • When he told his parents that he wanted to quit school, his mom got really upset and tried to get him to reconsider his choice, but now she is more accepting about it.
  • He lives alone in an apartment in Seoul.
  • He likes shopping.
  • He was born on February 3rd 1999.
  • His real name is 박준희 (Park JoonHui).


  • He is dating 다인 (DaIn).
  • He is a graphic designer.
  • He can speak a bit of English.
  • His nickname can be written in different ways: 333, ButtButtButt, Buttx3.
  • He is from Daejeon, but he currently lives in Yongin.
  • He was born on February 18th 1999.
  • His real name is 조현진 (Cho HyeonJin).


  • He is featured in Ulala Session’s “Beautiful(아름다운 한컷)”. He appeared in their M!Countdown stage for the song.
  • He is a producer/beat maker.
  • He is from Seongnam, but currently lives in his own place in Gwangju (Gyeonggi).
  • He is a member of xxyxnaf crew as well.
  • He was born on April 6th 1999.
  • His real name is 이상훈 (Lee SangHoon).


  • He does a lot of Instagram lives.
  • He still goes to school.
  • He is a rapper.
  • He speaks English, almost fluently.
  • He loves X-Japan.
  • After SMTM4, SooRin asked him to join the Dickids, but since he was really arrogant at that time, he said “no” several times. After this, SooRin told him that he would buy him chicken if he joined and so he agreed. He never bought the chicken though. xD
  • He thinks GeonAh is the visual in Dickids and says that he is the nicest.
  • He likes Kendrick Lamar.
  • He thinks Bumby is cool.
  • He has a sister. She was born in 2003.
  • He lives with his parents.
  • He was born on May 11th 1999.
  • His real name is 김세령 (Kim SeRyeong).


  • He was born on October 16th 1999.
  • He lives with his parents.
  • His real name is 김진우 (Kim JinWoo).


  • He is part of Tokyo Emoji (도쿄이모지) with 210.
  • He is a rapper.
  • He has a girlfriend. Her name is 정혜원 (Jeong HyeWon; @one_mid_night)
  • He is from Seongnam.
  • He was born on June 18th 1999.
  • His real name is 김준호 (Kim JoonHo/JunHo).


  • He is also a member of Sahara crew.
  • He is a producer/beat maker for Dickids and Sahara crew.
  • He lives with his parents.
  • He was born on September 7th 1999.
  • His real name is 민경태 (Min KyeongTae).


  • He is a rapper.
  • He auditioned for Show Me The Money 4, although he didn’t pass the first round.
  • He participated in School Rapper.
  • In School Rapper he was in team Swings.
  • He auditioned for Show Me The Money 6, but he was disqualified because he posted on his Facebook that he passed the audition. 
  • He is 183-185 cm tall.
  • He trains boxing and likes UFC.
  • His mom is really sweet and he speaks really gently to her.
  • His ideal type is a nice girl who likes working out and is pretty, but not too thin (he’s said that he likes somebody like HyunAh).
  • He talked about how his life got better after he dropped out from school.
  • He used to be bullied when he was younger and no one helped him. That’s why he held grudges at school and to the teachers.
  • He had a depression disorder when he was younger.
  • He almost committed suicide.
  • He said he was always alone and he listened to rap when he felt scared.
  • He thought everyone hated him except for Luda.
  • He used to have a lot of fights with the teachers, they never helped him and always talked down at him for rapping saying that he wouldn’t be able to get anything out of it and that it was a waste of time.
  • One day he called his bullies out and stood up against them after taking self defense classes for a while. He started acting really tough after that, like someone who didn’t give a fuck because he didn’t want to become a victim again.
  • He went through a lot so he still acts tough even though he is a total soft heart.
  • Bully used to be called “The Bomb” because no one knew when he was angry and when he was going to break everything around him because of his frustration.
  • He dropped out of school around December 2015 after performing a diss rap in front of his entire school.
  • Luda said that ByeongHo is a total softie and that he’s a very loyal friend and fragile, even though he always acts so tough.
  • He went to School Rapper because he wanted to let his parents see him on TV, since that’s every parents dream, to see their child doing well.
  • ByeongHo tries to be good towards his parents since he feels he hasn’t been the best son in the past, because he didn’t listen to their advice and forcefully said that he was going to rap.
  • It is not sure wether he lives or not with his parents, but he doesn’t go home often, and he crashes at the studio or at another member’s house.
  • His former rapper name was Playboi.
  • He is learning how to speak English.
  • He loves food, specially pizza and hamburgers.
  • He is from 경기도 안산시 (Ansan, Gyeonggi).
  • He was born on April 27th 2000.
  • His real name is 윤병호 (Yoon ByeongHo).
  • He is signed in FAME Records with Luda.


  • He used to be known as Odinn, but recently changed his nickname to Hatts.
  • He is a singer.
  • He studies at SOPA.
  • He is from 안동시, 경상북도 (Andong, North Gyeongsang Province), but live in Seoul.
  • He still lives with his parents and attends high school.
  • He was born on April 14th 2000.
  • His real name is 경민 (KyeongMin).


  • He is the youngest member.
  • He is a rapper.
  • He auditioned for Show Me The Money 6.
  • He uses 반말 (banmal) with the other Dickids even though he is the maknae.
  • He has an older brother.
  • He lives with his parents, but they are really chill and give him lots of freedom, so he stays overnight at the studio or with his friends whenever he wants.
  • He has an interest in fashion and likes to fix his hair and style it.
  • He was born on April 12th 2001.
  • His real name is 김건아 (Kim GeonAh)
  • He has his mother saved as “마미” (mami = mommy) on his phone.

crds: IG@dickids_fp for some of the facts.

Facts in italics are most likely true, but I haven’t heard any confirmation from the members.

My story is a bit different than most, in that it has a relatively happy ending. 

In October 2015, when I was 15 years old, I was raped. Orally raped, technically, but given that rape is any form of nonconsensual penetration, I don’t feel that I owe specific details to anyone. So I just say I was raped, because really, it doesn’t make a difference where my body was violated. 

It happened at a church youth group. I had been going for about 2 years, since I was in the 7th or 8th grade (I was a sophomore in HS at the time of the assault). That’s where I met Jackson. I never paid him much attention; he was a run-of-the-mill jock who always caused trouble but never did anything bad

In March 2015, at a youth group outing, we started flirting. I thought I had a “crush” on him. About a month later, he asked for my number. When he spelled his name in my phone, he wrote Jaxson, which I thought was badass and intriguing. I was excited that a popular football player was paying attention to me. 

We didn’t really talk after that until a night in May when he texted me out of the blue. He told me that he had always thought I was pretty, and he’d wanted to tell me before, but he’d bailed out. He asked me if I had ever hooked up with someone. When I told him I hadn’t, he asked me if I’d want to hook up with him, or if I “wasn’t like that”. I said “sure” and we made plans to meet in a park the next day. 

May 4, 2015. I met him in the park. We made out. He wanted to go further; I said no. He would stop (trying to grope and finger me) when I said no, but he would start up again less than a minute later. He was like an octopus - his hands where always somewhere, and the second I would pull one out, another one would go in somewhere else. This being my first sexual interaction ever, I had no idea that this wasn’t okay. Besides, it’s not like he forced me. He was just so into me that he couldn’t control himself, I told myself. He’s just a teenage boy. He really wanted me.  

Later I found out he had hooked up with 4 other girls (my best friend’s friends) that same week. We all made a group chat to gossip about him and kind of cut him off. 

October 25, 2015. I went to youth group that Sunday. I was never very religious, but my mom made me go, and since it wasn’t a very religious group anyways, I didn’t mind. Jaxson was there, and it was only the second time since I’d seen him since May. We went to go get pizza. Everyone piled into the car - I was on the left in the back seat; he was in the middle, and the youth group leader drove us. On the way back to the youth group center, he started touching my leg. Soon he was prying my legs open and trying to finger me - in a car full of people. I was shocked and terrified, but I didn’t say a word, for fear that someone would notice. 

When we arrived back at the youth group, Jaxson told me to meet him in the bathroom. The center used to be a priest’s house, so the bathroom was a house bathroom - co-ed, that is. I complied, thinking we’d maybe kiss, which I was fine with doing. 

When I got to the bathroom, Jaxson told me to go wash my hands. I did. When I came out, he was standing in the doorway with his pants down. He told me to “blow him”. I said no, not right now, not like this, I don’t want to, maybe later, I’m not sure, there’s not enough time, people are going to come. I was scared. Once I realized that he wouldn’t take no for an answer, I started doing what he said. About 5 seconds into it, I tried to stop, and that’s when it happened. He pushed my head down forcefully with his hands, making me choke and gag. I couldn’t breathe. I was trying to pull away, but every time I tried, be pushed my head down harder and said “don’t stop” and “keep going”. I held my breath and willed myself to not pass out. I don’t know why I didn’t bite down - I froze. Finally he finished, and I got up and left, without a word. 

November 22, 2015. My dad drove me to the local police station at 10 pm. I was ready to report; after spending a month consulting friends and online resources, I had decided that what happened to me was, indeed, assault. I had no idea how terribly sexual assault cases are handled in the justice system, and if I had known, I would likely not have reported. I am so, so very glad that I did. I met with a female detective and a two hour long interview. She was so kind and I felt incredibly safe. At one point she asked me what I was wearing, but she prefaced it by telling me that it really didn’t matter, and it was only protocol. 

Two days later I came back to do a pretext phone call (recorded call) with Jackson, where the police got a recorded confession from him saying that yes, I had said no, and yes, he had ignored me, and “fuck, sorry”. 

Months went by. I called the police officer to check back in. She directed me to probation. I started getting generic letters from the courts saying that my case had an official case number now. 

July 2016. I received notice that my case had been taken up by a prosecutor in juvenile court! My DA became my idol. She was young, friendly, she listened to me, and she was dedicated to my case. I attended every hearing between then and November. 

On November 17, the case was set to close. Jackson had been charged with two felonies - oral copulation with a minor, and oral copulation by force or fear. He was going to plea to the first count, which was a lesser charge that could be sealed from his record when he turned 18 (a year from now). I had expressed my displeasure of this outcome to the DA prior, but she reminded me that juvenile court was intended for rehabilitation an not punishment, so a plea was totally acceptable. 

So on November 17, I showed up to court ready for the case to close. Instead, the DA informed me that things had changed, and another girl had reported him for rape. The DA felt that unless he was punished, Jaxson would do this again, and she wanted to take the case to trial to get a sex offense on his permanent record. 

I cried when she told me. This was such a blessing. Not that he had assaulted someone else, but that now there was a chance at justice. 

The case went to trial in mid December, right during finals week. I enjoyed the direct exam quite a bit, actually. Cross exam went pretty badly, but I did well. At one point, I answered a question in a way that shifted the blame right back on to Jackson, and it stunned the defense attorney into silence for a moment. Good

Jackson cried during the trial, which made me happy. During multiple occasions, I made eye contact with him and his mother. 

So anyways, Jackson was found guilty of one felony count of oral copulation by force or fear. California law deems that a 707(b) felony offense, which means that even though it’s in juvenile court, the offense is so serious that it stays on his permanent record. Other examples of 707(b) offenses are arsony and murder. That made me feel validated, that my assault really was that bad. 

During sentencing, I read an 11 page long victim impact statement. I grilled Jackson. I grilled the defense attorney. I grilled his parents. It was so fucking powerful. I had been warned in advance that this judge was incredibly unsympathetic to victims and would likely try to cut me off, but she didn’t, not even once. 

My statement made the DA choke up. It made Jackson put his head between his knees in shame. It compelled the Judge to admonish him for 15 minutes after I was done. The DA later told me that in her entire time working with this judge, never once had she seen her admonish a juvenile during sentencing. Not once. One line that the judge said to Jackson that really stood out to me was “Young man, this type of behavior is not going to be tolerated. Not now, not in the “real world”. If you are still doing this by the time you get to college, you will be back here.“

He only got probation and sex offender counseling, but it is still on his permanent record. That’s not enough for me, but it’s more than I ever expected. 

So here I am, a year later. How am I doing? Depends on the day. Sometimes the flashbacks torment me and eat me alive. Sometimes I am doing just fine. But there hasn’t been a single day, with the exception of one, where I haven’t thought about it.

The thing is, if I had the chance to go back and undo my assault, I would not. As horrible as it was, I feel that it has made me a better, braver, fiercer, stronger person. Because of the assault, I am now an activist. Because of the assault, I now know that I want to become a district attorney, and pursue justice for people like me. 

Sorry for the rant. That’s my story I guess. There’s no real ending because it’s still in progress. 

TFLN Sentence Starters (Part 5)
  • [TEXT] I maxed out my credit card last night on powdered donuts and beef jerky.
  • [TEXT] I heard porn and smelled bacon cooking. I knew you had to be home.
  • [TEXT] So you walked 4 miles to get home but stopped by the store first to get a vegetable tray? How drunk were you?
  • [TEXT] of course he's cheating on me, she's 100x prettier and she can do the splits
  • [TEXT] She started doing push ups and calling me a pussy. Never set me up with your ROTC friends again.
  • [TEXT] so it turns out, not only do the doormen judge the girls I bring home, but they rate them.
  • [TEXT] he put a lighter in my cleavage and said "you're like another pocket!"
  • [TEXT] Don't talk about his dick. That's mine. There's a copyright on it. Use with permission
  • [TEXT] Dude feel your hair right now it feels so weird like pasta
  • [TEXT] Send me the picture of my mugshot, my boss got arrested last night and I'm trying to make her feel better.
  • [TEXT] made out with three guys on the first night of college orientation, just imagine what joys all of next year will hold
  • [TEXT] you're the only person i know to use "jizz" and "cute" in the same sentence.
  • [TEXT] I finally broke my dry spell. I did it. D-do-da-Dora.
  • [TEXT] if i die of alcohol poisoning tonight, just know i kinda expected it and totally deserved it
  • [TEXT] No. one of us needs a degree and I am already the alcoholic friend. I can't do everything
  • [TEXT] this is worse than the time i threw up a condom.
  • [TEXT] Dude you need to stop whoring out my boobs. They are for emergencies only.
  • [TEXT] she kept yelling about wanting tacos, so I gave her a piece of bologna in a tortilla. she didn't know the difference
  • [TEXT] I just passed a drug test. I want to shout that from the top of a mountain. Can we have beers on the top of a mountain?
  • [TEXT] Yeah but you let me touch your butt. You're clearly the winner.
  • [TEXT] I went to an 8am hookup in another guys sweatpants. Who is the really player here?
  • [TEXT] If my vag had twitter, what do you think it would say?
  • [TEXT] The ecstacy made me so dehydrated I started licking condensation off car windows
  • [TEXT] You gave my cousin a blowjob and are facebook friends with my mom. Is there a name for this level of friendship?
  • [TEXT] The only people who will bring me pizza or tacos want a commitment and I'm hungry for food not their love.
  • [TEXT] Just watched a middle age white woman scream WHY DON'T YOU GO FUCK YOURSELF, HELEN?! Helen seemed absolutely scandalized.
  • [TEXT] I'm spring cleaning all of the fuck boys out of my life.
  • [TEXT] I need to stop agreeing to hang out with people when I'm drunk.
  • [TEXT] they just came back. i guess "were gonna go get dinner" means "were gonna fuck for 5 minutes at the little league field"
  • [TEXT] Just hooked up my fuck buddy with a job working for my dad...this can only end bad.
  • [TEXT] you sent me 5 happy birthday texts last night. One after the other. Spelled differently,
  • [TEXT] So apparently I twerked on my coworkers last night. One month at the new job n I guess this is how I'm getting to know people
  • [TEXT] we had a "who's sex playlist is better?" fight.....
  • [TEXT] Moral of the story: fuckboys never change
  • [TEXT] I swear to god if you keep eating my cats food drunk I am going to kick you out of our apartment.
  • [TEXT] Also there's so much vodka on my breath that if I blew on my fingers my nail polish would fall right off
  • [TEXT] Can we both just take a day off just to have sex? Is that acceptable as an adult
  • [TEXT] Two of my roommates are waxing their vaginas in the living room. Can I come smoke?
  • [TEXT] I'm sorry for drunkenly throwing a spoon at you and then laughing at your pain.
First Date Part 2

Characters: Jensen x Reader

Words: 1065

Summary: The first date for the Reader and Dean comes to an end.

Part 20 in The Future Series.  Read Part 1 here, Part 2 here, Part 3 here, Part 4 here,Part 5 here, Part 6 here, Part 7 here, Part 8 here, Part 9 here,Part 10 here, Part 11 here, Part 12 here, Part 13 here, Part 14 here, Part 15 here, Part 16 here, Part 17 herePart 18 here, and Part 19 here.

So I will say right now, we have a lot in store for this series. A lot. ;) Enjoy!

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Little By Little / Part 4

I hate you all! Because I want to spend all my Saturday doing nothing and then, I think about fanfictions and I write an episode in like two or three hours. I was planning on watching the full series again but no. The fic was telling me to keep writing… So there you have. You will love this episode. I didn’t really know how to focus it, but I did a good job with it. I’m happy with what I’ve done today! :D

Thanks for all those likes, reblogs, comments and messages. I specially wanted to say my thanks to mirandasmadeofstone for those messages talking about my excellent Enlighs (I’m improving it quite well, ain’t I?)



Finn heard the postman was on his door. He opened it and told him to give Finn the letters. As soon as he had them, he checked if there was something for him. It was weird to receive something, but Rae and him had this little joke to send each other stupid letters to have some fun. Letters from bank accounts, the gym, some advertisement… And then, a letter with no return adress and it hadn’t any name. Rae had done it again. It wasn’t the first time she didn’t write her name just… Because. He closed the dolor, saying his goodbyes to the postman and left his father’s letters over the kitchen’s table. He went up to his room, closing the door in the process. He broke the paper, grabbing what was the content of it and sat on his bed.

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Comfort Zone

Author: livyjh

Character: Sam

Reader gender: female

Warnings: minor cussing, fluff

With all of the running around today, you’re surprised your legs haven’t given up and buckled on you. This morning you woke up and made the boys coffee and even though Cas tried to help and make toast, you were left picking up the naïve angel’s mess. Poor guy, he just tries and tries. Well at least you didn’t get upset with him. You always feel guilty for getting mad with any of the boys. You finished cleaning up the mess and ran out for donuts before Sam and Dean woke up. You got back and the second you even opened your mouth to say “Breakfast!” They were at the table with their mouths open. After breakfast you looked through the bare cabinets finding no more than some stale noodles and saltine crackers. How you hadn’t noticed before you aren’t sure. But you needed to go grocery shopping. You jotted down a list of the boys’ favorite foods and left for the store. After two hours of hauling their shit around, you stood in line for 45 minutes because the store, god forbid, had no more than 3 check stands open. You huffed and puffed your way to the impala with 2 full carts. When finally done loading up you flopped in the car and drove off. Luckily the guys brought in the groceries, taking notice and appreciating your hard work. You were mid air, falling onto the sofa when Dean needed your help looking for a book. Then Cas wanted to learn about why you act weird one week of every month, you didn’t let that conversation grow over 3 or 4 minutes. Then Sam and you scoured the internet for what is now your current case. By the time the snacks you had eaten earlier wore off, it was 7pm. Almost too late for dinner, but damn you were all hungry. Thank god you bought a frozen pizza that you could just throw into the oven instead of slaving over the stove cooking for 30 minutes. The boys thanked you, each giving you a kiss on the cheek or the forehead. Once the munching was done, you needed to sleep. But alas “Hey (y/n),” Sam called.

“Yes, Sam?” You sighed, this almost had you in tears.

“I was just hoping you could…” He paused. You hoped he couldn’t see the tears prickling your eyes, so you blinked them back.

“Uh, never mind I got it. You go to bed.” Sam smiled and waved you off. Phew, that almost went bad. You stumbled off to bed. You rubbed your eyes and a few tears still shimmied their way out of your tear ducts. You pulled off your shirt, and kicked off your pants. Then crawled into bed. But then, a knock at the door. At this point you didn’t care who it was or what they wanted, but you didn’t want to just tell them to go away either. You pull the sheets up to your shoulders even though you still had a tank top and underwear on. “Come in.” You lazily turn to see Sam walking in and closing the door behind him. “Hey (y/n),” he spoke softly and sat at the end of your bed. “You looked really frazzled out there. Are you okay?”

“Yeah it’s just been a long da- we-… I’ve had a long life.” You laugh and Sam chuckles his deep laugh.

“Yeah, you’ve really been doing a lot lately. You know if you want us to help or do something you can just ask.”

“I know. I just love you guys and I want to give my all.”

Sam smiles up at you, “Well is there anything I can do to make you feel better right now?” He cocks his eyebrow. Now reaching towards your hand with his, your face grows hot and you suddenly feel flush. He wasn’t trying to seduce you or anything, but it felt like it. He touched your hand and gripped it softly. He was so strong but so soft. He scooted closer and brushed your cheek with the back of his hand, brushing hair from your face. He had never shown affection for you before. Why now? Maybe it was just in the heat of the moment. “Sam. I don’t think-” you wanted to back away, but only leaned into his hand closer. You fluttered your eyes closed and sighed. He turned to face you, and laid down next to you, still caressing your cheek. Your breathing hardened, and you opened your eyes to find him only inches from you. Only now feeling his sweet breath against your face. “It’s okay.” Sam breathed.

“No, Sam. Listen. I want to. But it’ll just make things complicated and-”

His lips pressed against yours softly as he held up your chin with one finger. You leaned into the kiss despite wanting to pull away so bad. But his soft lips were addicting. He smelled of an intoxicating sweetness. All you knew was that there was no going back now. Sam kept leaning farther into the kiss although there was no space left between you. It felt nice to have this intimacy and the end of a long day, and especially since you hadn’t been kissed in awhile. He moved his sugary kisses to your jaw and neck and your eyes squeezed shut while your body tensed. He rubbed your arm and you relaxed. He grabbed you by the waist, pulling you in to feel his crotch against your thigh. You moaned into his mouth realizing he actually had real feelings for you. “Sam how long have-“

“Too long.” He barely squeezed the words out between kisses. You gasped for air and grasped for reality as you started to fade into his fantasy. He cradled your neck and the problem wasn’t that he liked you, he was just being so soft. He loved you. If someone liked you they were urgent and rough, getting everything out of the time they had. But if someone loved you, they enjoy every moment, knowing there would be more. He didn’t try to remove your clothes, or grab your ass, or pull the sheet down. He was being too soft, just agonizingly slow. Although his hips had another idea as his pants grew more and more snug by the moment. “Sam. Please-”

“No. We have more time. I’ve loved you for so long. I will continue loving you for longer. We have time. Just savor it.”

He gave you one last grip around the waist and kissed you hard. And then you both lied there for hours, just holding each other.