this is just making me hate life

stevie nicks, muffled through the supercomm: 🎶 well, I’ve been afraid of changin’ cuz i built my life around you but time makes you bolder even children get older and I’m getting older toooooooo 🎶
mike, through conspicuous sobbing: hey el it’s mike night hundred seventy two i’m having kind of a rough day and was just wondering if you’re in the upside down is it possible for you, first of all, to tell me you’re okay, and second of all tell stevie nicks that landslide is a bad song and i hate it

anonymous asked:

I hate how this fandom makes Credence the Epitome Of Soft Boy(tm),, like give me snarky Credence that glares at Newt silently with this look that just screams "are you freaking kidding me" everytime he risks his life doing something stupid, give me a Credence that has a witty comeback for literally everything, give me a Credence that gets so bored of people spouting bullshit that he will walk away in the middle of them talking to play with the niffler,, where is he, where has this fandom hid him

WHERE IS HE he has been hidden by a Credence who apparently never got to the point of “I don’t think I want to Mister Graves” and only stammers quietly and breaks into tears whenever someone looks at him because he does cry when terrified and angry and falling apart and therefore he is a Soft Stuttering Weepyboy at all times. Sure his face twisted horribly as he broke down but everything is beautiful tears and sad faces and pastel. Sure he often went completely blankface and you could just SEE the “It’s Dissociation Time.” SURE he decided “fuck this and fuck you” and lashed at everyone who hurt him and those he cared about and he told his manipulator to shove it (via a screaming mass of dark magic rage) but we’re gonna make him this almost childlike helpless Soft Boi it’s not like forced helplessness and treating him like a child were tactics his abusers used or anything 🙃🙃🙃

A guy yesterday tried to make me straight/denied my sexuality(apparently, all lesbians secretly love dick now?), attempted to make a Christian friend of mine hate me for that and insulted her for not doing things “as the bible says”, and insulted a bisexual friend of mine. Then he started talking about how his life was so hard to which I just got up and said “you know what, I got my own problems, I’m out of here” so he stood in the door of the room and wouldn’t let me out because suddenly he wanted me to tell him all about my mental illness and claimed he could fix it in five minutes. Not to mention his dirty comments - like come on, I have a very dirty mouth and love a dirty joke but we all have our boundaries, man, and I really don’t want suggestions for what your fantasies about me are thank you very much.

so because my sister gave me 20 dollars for watching her dog i jokingly sang “I LIKE TO. MAKE MONEY GET. TURNT.” and my sister just says “are you gonna get turnt on coca-cola?? youre 13” and im like “its a song, jenn, you can’t like cut your life into pieces like papa roach” and she actually said to me “you can if its your last resort” and i have never hated my sister more than in that moment

Theodosia Burr in historical fiction and Hamilton fanfic: Oh woe is me why do my awful oppressive father and Mr. Hamilton whom I have no opinion on have to hate each other why can’t everyone just be kind uwu

Theodosia Burr in real life: Say “#HangBurr1k807” one more time and I will make you the second American to be shot dead by someone named Burr

4

(ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧

some people make me feel so worthless, it hurts sometimes, I just wish to sleep for over a week without dealing with anything.

Some important reminders:

  • Jotaro is a good boy
  • Jotaro loves his friends and family
  • He has his flaws and has made some bad life choices which I will not attempt to excuse in any way, but he is still a good person and a Good Boy and he’s not heartless at all
  • His character profile said he doesn’t show much expression because he believes himself to be extremely readable and assumes everyone knows what he’s thinking anyway, which leads to frequent misunderstandings where people think he’s being cold, but he isn’t
  • ALL JOTAROS ARE GOOD JOTAROS. NO EXCEPTIONS
  • This is a Jotaro hate free zone and I will not tolerate mean comments about Jotaro or his friends. I won’t block you, you’ll just make me very sad
  • These pictures

Eight Months.

Even eight months after the break up, Harry still felt the overwhelming urge to check up on you and your life. He would check your social media accounts a few times a week, more so before going to bed when thoughts of you plagued his mind. It felt naughty, wrong in a way; after all, it was him who ended your two year relationship.

*

“It’s never going to change, Harry! Things will always be the same! You ‘forgot’ my birthday and you spent the day with Kendall. You ‘forgot’ our date night and you spent the evening with Cara. I know it’s what the media want and expect from you, and I know management want you to do this, but I think you want to as well” you sigh, the words you had held for so long in your mouth now finally spilling out.

“You’re joking, right? That was a joke? You seriously think I want to spend any spare time I have with Kendall or Cara over you? Management need me to do this, if I don’t, I can kiss goodbye to my pay cheque! Half the things I do in this job is for you! How the fuck else would you get the latest handbags and purses and shoes?! Who else is going to pay for your education? Because I don’t see you or your family offering to cough up!” he spits almost bitterly.

You gasp in shock at his words. He knew your financial situation at home and that your parent’s worked so bloody hard to provide for you, but it just wasn’t enough. Your future career depended on your qualifications, and those qualifications could only be acquired in higher education in which Harry had offered to pay for, before he knew anything about the money side of things.

“Really, Harry? That’s how you feel? You think I’m with you for the money? I don’t give a damn about the shoes or bags and purses or latest fashion trends. I love you because you’re my boyfriend and I see myself living the rest of my life with you. I don’t love you because you’re Harry Styles from One Direction!” you spit back, your words truthful.

“I’ve heard that one before” he tells you, his eyes averting to the floor.

“So now you’ve got trust issues with me? Other girls may have treated you like that in the past, but I’m not like other girls, Harry. Two years we’ve been together and you really think that of me? When you guys broke up as a band, and you didn’t know what was going to happen to your music career, who was the one sitting up with you every night holding you whilst you cried? Other girls would have run a mile because of the uncertainty of your future. I love you even if you have nothing!” you shout at him.

Harry shrugs his shoulders and bites his lip. “Look, it’s not even just this causing arguments. They’ve been going on for a while and maybe having Kendall and Cara as friends is something you can’t handle. But I can’t live my life like this anymore. I’m done arguing with you all the time” he tells you softly.

“You’re making it sound like I don’t want you having friends, which isn’t true. I want you to put me first, like you did at the start of our relationship. You would have done anything back then for me, Harry. I hate arguing with you too. Maybe if we arrange some sort of schedule and arrange dates in advance to see each other?” you suggest.

Harry shakes his head. “I think it’s too little too late, (Y/N).”

You frown, your bottom lip beginning to quiver as you ask the dreaded question. “Are you breaking up with me.”

Harry’s eyes avert to the floor once more and the silence between you both speaks more volumes than words ever could.

*

Your Instagram account had been almost inactive for the first month after the break up, with only the occasional bog-standard photos of new make-up purchases and Starbucks coffee. But no selfies and nothing that indicated any happiness in your life. After three months, your social media accounts portrayed some happiness returning to your life as you took selfies with friends on regular nights out, but Harry knew as well as anyone that social media is one massive cover up for reality. Were you really actually happy? Were you living or were you just alive?

It seemed to him that your life continued to appear happy, but after four months of opening the app, he noticed someone by your side. Photograph after photograph, upload after upload, this person would be stood next to you. You had a side when taking photos with Harry, but now somebody else was standing on Harry’s side, taking his place, standing where he should be standing. Then tagging each other on Twitter began taking place. Simple things such as “coffee dates” and memes.

Five months after the messy break up, Harry sighted a picture of the two of you kissing; you and your new beau, as it was publicised. Your lips on his, no doubt his tongue down your throat and he wanted to vomit. It didn’t make social media, but it made the headlines in the news. The media had left you alone a little while after the break up, but of course, a new relationship for you meant gossip amongst the public, especially One Direction fans and Harry girls, and the tabloids couldn’t resist the opportunity.

Upon reaching seven months, Harry noticed another change in you on social media. You were becoming more and more inactive by the day, rarely replying to tweets and the amount of photographs posted reduced. Anybody else would put it down to business in studying and spending time with loved ones, but Harry knew how much you had loved your interactions on social media, and something didn’t sit quite right with him. But then he remembered that he’s not yours and you’re not his, and you have someone else taking care of you now.

*

Eight months later, and Harry still had you on his mind almost every minute of the day. He would awake in the morning with the help of his alarm but your hair wasn’t sprawled across the pillows as he would expect; he no longer bothered eating breakfast in the mornings; gone are the days when he used keep something warm on the stove for you, for when you awoke, ensuring you had something warm for your hungry tummy in the mornings; he had nobody to send a morning text to. His routine was completely out of sync and nothing over the last few months made it any better.

He would come home every evening to an empty apartment. He had nobody to cook dinner for. He had nobody to talk to about his day. He had nobody to snuggle up to at night. He had nobody to kiss. He had nobody to love and he had nobody to love him.

Some nights would be simple; Harry would climb into bed and flick on the television, watching a favourite film in which he no longer got pleasure out of. He’d check his social media, and then check yours, before setting his alarm and falling asleep, his dreams of you haunting him throughout the night.

Other nights, he’d yearn for you. He loved you, still loves you, and wants nothing more than to hold you whilst you sleep and keep you safe in his embrace. But he would yearn for you in other ways too, awakening in the night from happy dreams of you, his cock hard for you. He would lay awake between the sheets, grinding his hips into them and rubbing himself vigorously as he imagined being inside of you. He would let himself go completely when he could imagine the moans that would leave your lips, the breathlessness you would encounter, and it was as though he could almost feel you come around him.

He hadn’t been in another relationship since the split, but there had been a couple of one night stands. In a way to get over you, ironically, he would fuck others that had similar traits to you. The same hair colour, the same laugh, the same smile. But neither of those girls were you. He didn’t really want them, they just happened along with the alcohol consumption of both parties involved. After two girls, he stopped. He wasn’t sure if it was the reality of the situation that made him stop, or if it was the slap he received one night.

*

The music was pounding against the speaker, the DJ’s were screaming out and giving shoutouts, mostly for people’s birthday’s and other celebrations, bartenders were leaning over the bar in an attempt to actually hear what the customers were ordering in the club, and everyone was like sardines, squashed together, but everyone seemed to be enjoying it and having a good time. Everyone except Harry.

He occasionally moved around and shuffled his feet in an attempt to dance, but he felt so lost without you there. He kept an eye out to see if you were around, almost forgetting that you didn’t go there together. He always used to keep an eye on you, making sure you were safe on the dance floor and that no drunken men took advantage of you. He was your protector. 

“What’s your name?” a young blonde asked. That was the only thing that was same about the two of you. You’re blonde and so was she. But she wasn’t you. Harry wasn’t too sure if she was just acting oblivious to the fact that he was the most famous, most well-known person in the club, or whether she was just so drunk that she barely knew her own name, let alone his.

“Harry” he told her, placing his hand on the small of her back and pulling her closer so as they could hear each other’s spoken words over the thumping music.

The girl nods. “Louise” she tells him. “Fancy getting out of here?” she asks. 

Harry nods. He realises she’s not as drunk as he thought she was, but taking in her features, she looked a few years older than him. Maybe she really didn’t know who he was.

“Mine or yours?” she asks as they stumble out of the nightclub and onto the streets of London. Louise quickly hails a taxi as Harry replies, “yours.”

Whilst his own place seemed more appealing as he wouldn’t have the awkward ‘leaving after a shag’ stage, he didn’t want to take her, or anyone, to his bed. Only you got the privilege to be in his bed. He didn’t fuck anyone else in his bed, only you. He didn’t want anyone else to come in the sheets besides the two of you together and for each other.

The taxi ride back to hers was soon over and they stumbled through her apartment, his lips pressed to hers. Their eyes remained closed as he thought about you. Undressing you. Running his hands up and down your body and caressing your breasts as you laid all bare for him, for his eyes only.

Harry breathlessly pulls aways as he lifts up the miniskirt. They both quickly realise this is nothing more than sex up against the wall. She’s not taking him to bed either, and Harry wonders if Louise is also getting over someone. Within the next thought, he doesn’t care. He does’t love Louise. He loves (Y/N).

The blonde grabs at his belt, unbuckling it and unzipping his trousers, his length exposed to her. He quickly reaches into his back pocket before letting his trousers drop and rips open the packaging. Covering himself with the latex, he soon pushes himself into her. She gasps, taking him in, before moving quickly against him.

They’ve both been drinking and he knows his performance will be affected greatly, so he’s not surprised when he quickly comes inside of her, moaning her name. She gasps and he withdraws from her quickly. Before even getting the chance to dress himself, her hand collides with his cheek.

“Louise! I told you my name is Louise!” she yells at him angrily.

And in that moment, he realises that he moaned your name when he came.

*

He arrived home from the studio and continued his evening rituals. No work the following day meant he could have a later night and whilst he was glad to be able to sleep in later and not have the demands of an alarm clock, he knew from experience that on a day off where he lacked a busy schedule, you would be on his mind more than ever.

The night passed with Harry doing nothing more than eating his evening meal and lounging around in front of the television, flicking through channels to find something to entertain him for a few hours. He occasionally reached for the bottle of whiskey, pouring himself small measures each time. Whilst the drinking had become a regular habit a few months back, Harry had realised that drowning his problems with alcohol helped nobody, not even himself, and he kicked the habit almost as quickly as it had started. No amount of alcohol got you out of his head.

The comedy shows provided some entertainment, and whilst there were a few forced laughs, Harry did find some of the jokes genuinely funny. He couldn’t remember the last time he laughed properly.

Tapping his watch with a yawn, he checked the time. Flicking off the television set, he threw the remotes back on the sofa and picked his body up from the position he had been in for hours. A loud, repeated knock on the door made him jump slightly. The banging got harder and more frantic and he could only wonder who would be calling in on him at this hour. “Alright, I’m coming!” he yelled in frustration. Couldn’t his unwanted and unwelcome guest wait two minutes?!

Heading into the hallway, he unlocked the door, pouting his lips to express his emotion, making sure the person on the other side of it knew he was angry at the disturbance and the complete lack of respect for him and his property. As far as they were aware, he may well have had work the next morning. Swinging the door open,  he gasps, taking in the demeanour of the person standing in front of him, the sight almost killing him as bile rose in his stomach and a nauseous feeling took control of his body.

eddie but with body dysmorphia

-so eddie has always been small

-compact, if you will

-and he secretly liked being small, being able to fit in people’s (richie’s) arms so well, finding the tiniest of spots to hide during hide and seek

-but one day while after he got to high school, sometime after he hit puberty, something changed in him

-he got taller and thicker and he wasn’t enjoying it

-he started to feel like he was taking up too much space

-he kept these thoughts to himself, as he does with most everything

-but they all notice eventually

-he won’t sit on bill’s shoulders to play chicken anymore

-won’t let stan give him piggyback rides

-before he started seeing himself this way he used to borrow bev’s sweaters all the time but now he refuses because he’s convinced he’ll stretch them out

-he won’t ride on the back of mike’s bike when they travel around town

-and richie especially notices when eddie won’t let him wrap his arms around his waist anymore

-at first richie thought eddie was slowly distancing himself

-trying to slip away

-he was so hurt when eddie refused to cuddle or change in front of him

-he goes to bev, who is obviously one of his best friends,

-“i just feel like he doesn’t love me anymore you know? he won’t let me touch him like ever”

-“richie, can’t you see it? it’s not you, it’s him. he feels bad about himself, he’s got body dysmorphia”

-and of course she then had to explain what that term actually means

-but then it all comes together in the old trashmouth’s head

-“you’re a godsend, marsh. what would i do without you?”

-“crash and burn”

-so he goes to eddie, not knowing if he should confront him straight up or wait til eddie says something himself

-but that’s obviously never gonna happen so plan b

-they’re chilling in richie’s room, doing homework

-richie puts his math book down and starts kissing eddie’s neck

-“rich, stop, i’ve got work to do”

-then he starts playing with eddie’s hair

-“richie you’re distracting me”

-“you’re so beautiful, eds. i love you so much”

-“shut up, trashmouth. don’t call me that”

-richie starts slowly moving his hands around eddie’s shoulders and then slipping them under his sweater

-“i mean it, babe. you’re just so beautiful, i can’t believe i wasted all that time being your friend when i could’ve been-“

-“beep fucking beep richie! i don’t want to play right now”

-“why won’t you let me touch you, eddie?”

-and eddie has to pinch the bridge of his nose

-“i have work to do”

-“i don’t mean just now. i mean ever. we don’t hug, or cuddle or make out, we haven’t been together in weeks”

-“that’s what you’re fucking worried about? that i’m not having sex with you?”

-“no you stupid idiot i’m worried that you’re gonna start hurting yourself because you think you’re fat”

-“what are you even talking about”

-“i’m not stupid, eddie. you’re wearing baggy clothes, you only eat green shit, you won’t let me see you without a shirt on….for some reason you hate yourself and that’s fucking ridiculous because you’re probably the most attractive person i’ve ever met in my life”

-eddie doesn’t know what to say because he never thought richie would figure it out

-“i love you, eddie. you. the way you are. i love your floppy hair and your sparkly eyes, i love how you can be kinda squishy in the middle, i love your arms and your legs….dear god eddie your ass is literally out of this world”

-and eddie laughs through his tears

-“i don’t want you to change, i don’t want you to start to disappear”

-eddie takes richie’s dorky face into his little hands and kisses the tip of his nose

-“i’m not gonna go anywhere. i love you, trashmouth”

-“i love you too eddie spaghetti”

cool i’m in pain

Don’t Freak III

Originally posted by kings-of-my-heart

Steve Harrington x Reader

Part I | Part II | PART IV | PART V

Requests are OPEN


Mr. Crowley played lowly over the radio as Y/N drove Steve back to his car. She turned it on to fill the void of silence that enveloped the orange ’79 Jetta.

“I, uh, never took you for an Ozzy kinda girl,” Y/N raised an eyebrow, but didn’t take her eyes off the road.

“And what kinda girl do you take me for?” Steve sighed and rubbed the back of his neck.

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The Parallel Universe of reputation:

Before the album came out, we noticed that Taylor separates part A of the album from part B in a set of ellipses (…Ready For It; So It Goes…). Now that we can see the whole picture, it seems like Taylor has given each song from part B an alter-ego in part A. Check it out:

1. …Ready For It / 10. King Of My Heart 

“My ex-boyfriends tried too hard and cared about the wrong things, but you’re way better than them, and I was us to be together forever.”

  • Some boys are tryin’ too hard, he don’t try at all though
    Younger than my exes, but he act like such a man, so
    (1)
  • ‘Cause all the boys and their expensive cars
    With their Range Rovers and their Jaguars
    Never took me quite where you do
    (10)
  • Every love I’ve known in comparison is a failure (1)
  • I know I’m gonna be with you
    So I take my time (1)
  • You are the one I have been waiting for (10)

2. End Game / 14. Call It What You Want

“Basically everyone hates me and wants to tear me down, but all I care about is ending up with the love of my life.”

  • You and me, we got big reputations
    Ah, and you heard about me
    Ooh, I got some big enemies
    (2)
  • My castle crumbled overnight
    I brought a knife to a gunfight
    They took the crown, but it’s alright
    All the liars are calling me one
    (14)
  • I wanna be your endgame 
    I wanna be your first string
    I wanna be your A-Team
    (2)
  • “You don’t need to save me
    But would you run away with me?
    Yes
    (14)

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why i think gorgeous is incredible in lyrics and style :

-the whole song is making fun of itself. it’s intended to be overdramatic and brutally honest, and full of things that in the light of morning were probably better left unsaid. it’s the epitome of intoxicated conversations.

-the repeated use of ‘compliment’ and 'consequence’ makes it feel like intoxicated taylor is just repeating herself and trying to explain herself but stumbling, as well as the perfectly balanced internal rhyme.

-the whole song has an amazing tone of blame. it’s like 'it’s all your fault’. i think this is so well done because you can imagine drunk taylor poking this person’s chest and going 'WHY?’ and then falling asleep. it’s almost comical.

-that on point magnetic field metaphor that i’m now using every time i’m attracted to someone

-the neatly done 'me and you against the world’ with 'i’ve got a boyfriend, he’s older than US’. it immediately puts these two people on the same side.

-'you’re so cool it makes me hate you so much’. now taylor’s just straight up laughing at herself and how ridiculous the situation is.

-'whisky on ice, sunset and vine’ the colour palette created here is so striking that it goes on to form a symbol for the whole song

-'you’ve ruined my life’ again with the overdramatic tone. this is taylor acting intoxicated and emotional and it’s so genius to live in the skin of that person in this song because they’re someone we’ve all been.

-taylor continually references his face. it’s like she can’t help but be drawn back in or she can’t help herself. his face is such a focal point in the song and it’s so smart.

-the rhythm and pace of the song is a little off kilter, like someone swaying when they’re drunk. it gives the effect that the listener is drunk too, which is again a really good effect.

-the dramatic tone changes throughout when really the whole song is fun and light. it’s layering up emotions.

-the emotional accuracy of 'but if you’re single that’s honestly worse’ perfectly captures the feeling of being confused when you have a crush and it’s so relatable.

-in the bridge the multiple rhymes for each word stacks up a mental image.

-'ocean blue eyes’ damn! another striking colour and image, and it’s like taylor can’t help but make it sound romantic

-sink and drown and die. DO I NEED TO COMMENT?

-i love her use of the whole 'cat lady’ thing - like she’s trying to turn it into a situation that’s sad for her. she’s going 'alone’ and just waiting for him to give in and come with her. she’s acting and being coy.

-you make me so happy it turns back to sad ; again with the swinging emotions like she’s drunk.

being cheryl’s bff and dating sweet pea would include: 🥀🐍

•         them fighting over who gets to see you more 

(because come one they’re both so possessive of who they love)

•        “listen here, sweet pea. she’s mine. i’ve known her since she was a little ugly duckling in middle school, so go back to your snake pit, romeo.”

•        “cheryl you can’t just say that to my boyfriend!”

•        “listen here, blossom. she’s my girl now. and call her ugly one more time, i swear to god.”

•        “you guys need to stop this, this is getting ridiculous. also, thank you very much, cheryl.”

•        cheryl buying you nice things like expensive jewelry, snidely remarking sweet pea would never be able to afford it

•        you getting mad at cheryl, telling her he doesn’t need to

•        cheryl apologizing. after a week.

•        cheryl buying you a bracelet with a snake and lipstick charm on them

•        “don’t you dare to say anything. just give me your arm.”

•        sweet pea unwillingly asking cheryl what to get you for your birthday

•        cheryl being stubborn at the beginning, not wanting to help since she wants to get you the best present

•        sweet pea confessing his feelings he has for you to cheryl, making her realize how much he actually adores you, making her fake gag

•        cheryl sighing in defeat, telling him that you’ve always wanted a picnic at night while rolling hey eyes constantly

•        cheryl threatening sweet pea that if he told you that it was her who told him, she’d make sure this was the last present he ever made you

•        sweet pea threating cheryl because he threatened her

•        you knowing that it was cheryl that gave sweet pea the idea to take you on a nightly picnic

•        thanking her

•        her denying it was her

•        you knowing she is lying but dropping it

•        you not knowing what to get pea for his birthday

•        cheryl smirking and suggesting to buy sexy underwear and to seduce him

•        cheryl calling sweet pea, asking if he liked stockings

•        “how did you even get my number? and why are you even asking me this?”

•        “shut up and answer. i have to get a manicure, so don’t waste my precious time.”

•        sweet pea still being confused by the phone call, hoping cheryl is never going to call him again

•        sweet pea’s eyes popping out when he sees you in red lacy underwear and stockings

•        him connecting all the dots and thanking cheryl blossom for the first time in his life

•        “you’re okay, blossom.”

•        “don’t expect me to say anything nice to you, snake. see you around.”

•        them acting like they hate each other

•        but they like each other. kind of. you just know it

•        cheryl and sweet pea making you the happiest person in the world

Don't steal from me & say I stole from you.

So, this is my one & only story of great revenge. (Maybe not amazing revenge, but it made me feel so much better.) I apologize for the length.

I was a junior in college, living with scuba roommate (She was a scuba instructor in the off season). The other two girls who were supposed to live with us never showed up, so we had a beautiful semester living in a 2 bedroom townhouse (meant for 4 people). We got along very well.

Second semester starts, and we get a new roomie (I’ll call her Dee.) So Dee is dating (whom Scuba and I call Mr. Burns-he did NOT attend the college, nor any college) This guy is the biggest d-bag that I have ever met. He was openly dating 4 girls (this is the age of nextel’s, the PTT kind, so EVERY conversation he had was projected across our townhouse.) He hid nothing from any of girls. He had no job, no car, no life. Dee gave him a place to stay, and use of her car. The other girls gave him money if he needed.

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Scott Pilgrim Starters:
  • “If I peed my pants, would you pretend I just got wet from the rain?”
  • “I just sort of feel like I’m on drugs when I’m with you.”
  • “You know what really sucks? Everything.”
  • “I’ve dabbled in being a bitch.”
  • You suck at drawing, don’t you?“ 
  • "We all wear swank-ass nudie-suits.”
  • “What is this, phone sex?”
  • “If you want something bad, you have to fight for it.”
  • “Does this mean we have to stop sleeping together?”
  • “I wanna have his/her adopted babies.”
  • “This song is called ‘I am so Sad, I am so Very, Very Sad.’”
  • “I’m in lesbians with you.”
  • “Being a vegan just makes you better than most people.”
  • “I was thinking about asking you out but I realized how stupid that would be.”
  • “This next song goes out to the guy who keeps yelling from the balcony. It’s called ’We Hate You. Please Die.’”  
  • “Do they rock or suck?”
  • “You’re totally my bitch.”
  • “I know you have reasons for not wanting to talk about your past.”
  • “I can’t believe you’re worried about me gaying up the place.”
  • “I gotta pee on her/him.”
  • “I’m sorry about me.”  
  • “We almost held hands once but then she/he got embarrassed.”
  • “Have you ever dated someone that wasn’t a total ass?”
  • “You had a sexy phase?”
  • “[NAME], if your life had a face, I would punch it.”
  • “I didn’t make up the gay rule book.”
  • “I’m too cool for you anyway.”
  • “You punched me in the boob!”
  • “Prepare to die.”
  • “You made me swallow my gum.”
  • “Pirates are in this year.”
  • “I have to go pee due to boredom.”
  • “I hate that bitch so much I kind of love her/him.”
  • “I don’t think I can hit a girl/boy.”
  • “We’re/I’m here to make you think about death and get sad and stuff.”
  • “You’re under arrest for veganity violation.”
  • “It’s probably just because he’s/she’s better than you.”
  • “Are you a pirate?”
  • “Sounds like someone wants to get funky.”
  • “I thought you didn’t drink.”
  • “Hey, so can this not be a one night stand? For one thing, I didn’t even get any.”
  • “Guess who’s drunk?”
  • “Double negative.. tricky.”
  • “I’m tired of people getting hurt because of me.”
  • “I dislike you, capisce?”
  • “Got any embarrassing stories?”
  • “Don’t you talk to me about grammar!”
  • “Next time, we don’t date the girl/boy with eleven evil ex-boyfriends/ex-girlfriends.”
  • “How are you doing that with your mouth?”
  • “What’s the password?”
  • “Don’t use the 'e’ word in this house.”
  • “[NAME], you know I love you. But I need my own bed tonight. It’s for sex.”
  • “I just spilled hot cocoa on my crotch!”
  • “I’ll tell you what you are: a pain in my ass.”
  • “You may have just seen a dude’s junk.”
  • “Are you coming to my party Friday or are you busy babysitting?”
  • “Garlic bread is my favorite food. I could honestly eat it for every meal.”
  • “I feel like we/I just washed our/my sexy laundry in public.”
  • “You met on the bus with her/his mom?”
  • “Well, obviously one of us went to professor Xavier’s school for gifted youngsters and one of us didn’t.”
  • “Obviously, one of us is a total nerd.”
  • “He/she is as hot as the flames of hell you bitches are going to.”
  • “You’re much too dopey to be a lady-killer.”
  • “Let’s be friends based on mutual hate.”
  • “I have dipping sauce for you! I’ll be your dipping sauce bitch!”
  • “If you need me, I’ll be in the bathroom crying.”
  • “You know you’re gonna have to fight him/her eventually… or sleep with him/her.”
  • “I posted a drunken rant on Craigslist.”
Diary Entries of the Moon Signs

Aries: No matter what I do, I can’t control the way I feel and I can’t stop myself from expressing it. I act like I don’t care what comes out of my mouth, but I do deep down. And that’s why I get so angry, that’s why I blow things out of proportion and jump to conclusions. I feel too much and I feel nothing all at once. 

Taurus: I just want to feel safe and comfortable. That’s all. I don’t want to change my habits! I refuse to.  Why can’t people understand that? Why do they have to make fun of my ‘weird’ habits and indulgent activities? I just want to be able to enjoy myself.

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IT’S JUST KYUNGSOO

♤ actual soft ball of fluff
♤ fluffier than a pomeranian okay
♤ smiley kyungsoo makes everyone happier
♤ like he’s a little kid omg
♤ don’t tell me you don’t love smiley kyungsoo
♤ only satan hates smiley kyungsoo and you ain’t satan
♤ if you are satan hi how are you jUST KIDDING you better love him
♤ he looks so cuddly for once like
♤ i just wanna hug the life out of him he’s that cute
♤ fight me if you think he ain’t a cutie

Originally posted by dohkyungcutie

♤ don’t piss him off
♤ literally split personalities right there
♤ one minute he’ll be all happy but then
♤ when chanyeol happens
♤ room. evacuation. ROOM. EVACUATION.
♤ SOS BECAUSE THE DEVIL HAS ARRIVED
♤ the world didn’t end on saturday 23 it’ll end when ksoo wants it to
♤ fucking angel devil hybrid in a tiny human body
♤ tbh he’s still cute af when he’s pissed
♤ constantly in bitch fight me mode

Originally posted by callmeyourhope

♤ his gummy smile
♤ i swear it’s too omg
♤ i die inside whenever he does that
♤ like don’t tell me you don’t or else i’m just weird which i’m not
♤ it probably cures depression that smile
♤ MAKE !! KYUNGSOO !! SMILE !! MORE !!
♤ honestly though it’s precious
♤ i would fucking kill for that smile it’s so cute
♤ you know when babies giggle and everyone is like aw so cute
♤ well i do that when ksoo smiles okay

Originally posted by yonkaisoo

♤ his eyes are the like omg
♤ will be the death of me
♤ how they gradually widen without him knowing
♤ like could you not i’m trying to live here
♤ oh fuck it i’ll lose anyways
♤ always looks shook
♤ or he looks like he remembered that he forgot to turn off the bathroom lights
♤ either way shook
♤ actually that’s really cute compared to shook beagle line lol
♤ god i love those eyes awWWW

Originally posted by messijoahae

♤ his vocals are actually god’s blessing to us
♤ like they could be drugs i wouldn’t know ????????
♤ also he’s literally the rap line
♤ LET KYUNGSOO RAP
♤ it’s a beautiful sight
♤ stfu exo you ain’t got shit on ksoo’s rapping okay
♤ but in all seriousness his vocals are a blessing
♤ like i shit you not if he released a solo album i’d die a little 
♤ also when he sang in miracles in december my mum started crying okay
♤ W O RSH IP H I S VOC A LS PLEASE

Originally posted by bangtan-monsta

♤ probably wants to kill chanyeol lets be honest
♤ but then gets giggly and pissed at the same time
♤ make up your mind dude
♤ also he’s like dON’T FUCK WITH ME BITCH
♤ sexual tension
♤ honestly if there was a film abt him and yeol killing eachother i’d be dead
♤ wouldn’t we all
♤ probably wants to poison chanyeol’s drink but junmyeon be like kids chill
♤ sLAPSGIVING CHANYEOL DID YOU HEAR THAT ;)
♤ honestly i think he just enjoys witnessing other people’s misery 

Originally posted by veriloquentmind

♤ i feel like one day he won’t have enough hair to cut
♤ like he cuts his hair so much are you okay bro
♤ literally looked like an egg for a few months
♤ still a hot egg
♤ would cook that egg
♤ also glitches out a lot
♤ making those hot ksoo edits for the dash indeed
♤ but actually he’s high quality meme material
♤ esp the times he wants to murder exo 
♤ tbh he’d look good in any given scenario lol esp smut

Originally posted by leslipigeonoficial

♤ kinda looks like a member of satan’s cult
♤ probably will sacrifice exo’s poor bodies to satan (excluding yixing n jongin)
♤ chanyeol goodbye
♤ always looks angry or sexually frustrated
♤ 37% of the time looks cute
♤ cherish cute kyungsoo
♤ also when he was like the same height as sehun that was funny
♤ nice joke thanks
♤ really not that short
♤ who am i kidding lmao he’s short af compared to chanyeol it’s so cute

Originally posted by love-meknot

♤ cutie
♤ but his aegyo is kinda
♤ looks like satan wanting to pet a kitten
♤ cute and unsettling
♤ isn’t he just wonderful
♤ especially in smut
♤ what oh yeah he’s sexy man
♤ sexy when eating food yum
♤ kinda looks either clueless or regretful when he’s with exo tbh
♤ “being famous means putting up with basic bitches like baekhyun”

Originally posted by theonly-vagina-kyungsoo-will-fuk

♤ his existence is a blessing 
♤ but a punishment to chanyeol lol
♤ cute tiny angel demon
♤ how does he even manage
♤ oh yeah he likes harassing exo without them knowing
♤ what a sweetheart
♤ aww his cute lips great for licking things
♤ like ice cream cones of course
♤ i wonder how fast he could eat ice cream
♤ what a nice thought eh ?????