this is so dumb why did i make this

Marlene King is literally the worst writer in television history.

We have literally wasted 7 years of hints and clues towards so many characters. To get a character who didn’t make an appearance until the very end. I’m so bitter. Hot For Teacher was the best reveal ever. I really wish they made Ezra or even Wren the twin. It would have been 10x better. This twincer BS is dumb. What was the reason to go after ALL the girls? Why did poor Hanna get tortured? What the hell did she do to the dumb british bitch…. ugh im so mad. I will never watch a Marlene King show ever again.

me in elementary school: ugh i hate typing class it’s so boring and can’t type fast enough typing is dumb anyway paper exists for a reason

me between 5th and 6th grade: joins an rp group that uses txt spk lol

me in middle school: gets involved in fanfiction communities and is writing fics a lot

me as a freshman in college: how the fuck did you graduate high school without learning how to fucking type give me the goddamn laptop i’ll do it myself

me now: i type so fast i have to wait for the computer to catch up with me also i haven’t looked at my keyboard in seven years

zach dempsey: lucky charm

Pairing: Zach Dempsey x reader

Warning(s): Really freaking cute Zach Dempsey

Word Count: 299

Gif: @joeck

A/N: I really love @joeck, please go follow them!

It was 5:46 and you just arrived at school. Your mom works early and you don’t drive, so you have to leave early too. Every morning you hear the dribble of a basketball in the gym. You usually just play your music and leave it be, but today, you were intrigued. Who was playing basketball at 6:00 in the morning?

You peeked through the door space. You couldn’t see much of the figure, other than sporatic flashes of the baby blue jersey. You crept into the gym, revealing the school basketball star Zach Dempsey. You closed the door behind you as quietly as possible. You stood by the bleachers, watching him dribble the ball. He jumped up and aimed the ball at the basket. He missed the basket entirely.

“Dammit!” He swore. He chased the ball to the gym wall. With the ball between him and the wall, he rested his head against it. He fist pounded against the mats.

He turned around and dribbled the ball across the court. He jumped up, threw the ball and it hit the backboard. Luckily, it bounced into the basket. You smiled to yourself and physically celebrated the shot. You were sure not to make a noise.

He continued playing, making all his shots. He jumped onto the basket, making a slam dunk. He let out a hearty laugh. You clapped you hands, which gained his attention.

You paused. “I hope you don’t mind,” you started. “I heard the dribbling. I just wanted to see who was up.”

He walked to the edge of the court with the ball against his side. Panting, he asked, “How long were you standing there?”

He wasn’t upset that you were there, not even bothered.

“Well,” you checked your phone for the time: 6:13. “Almost half an hour.”

He smiled. “Did you see me missing all my shots?”

You stepped out from beside the bleachers. “I saw one. Then you got back up and made the shots after.”

He walked over to the bleachers, sitting beside where you stood. He tapped the spot beside him, beckoning you to sit. You did so and he wiped his sweat from his forehead on the collar of his jersey.

“Y'know, before you got here,” he panted. “I couldn’t make any shots. Maybe one out of, lemme see, fifteen. Then the moment I was about to shower and give up, I felt completely at ease. Like, an extra rush of adrenaline.”

You nodded, not really looking at him. You always found him attractive. He was a sweet guy– dumb, but sweet.

“It’s like you’re my lucky charm,” Zach smiled.

27 Dress Code Violations

@jilychallenge 04/2017 | @bantasticbeasts vs @anxiouspotter

Muggle AUs | “i get dress coded so you give me your jacket and we protest unfair regulations for girls together/you sass the teacher about how distracted you are by my shoulders”

Word Count: 2500

special shoutout to @jiilys. solidarity, sister



She walks into English fifteen minutes late, wearing both a deeply unflattering smock and a scowl. Neither are an especially new look on her.

“Vector,” she says under her breath, as an answer to Mary McDonald’s unspoken question. It’s the answer to every question in the room. Ms Vector is notorious among them all for her very strict adherence to the school’s dress code.

“Yes, Miss Evans’ entrance was very exciting, but I’ll have your attention back to the lesson now, please,” says Ms McGonagall. James snaps back to attention. It’s for the best.


“Here,” James says, shrugging off his jacket and thrusting it toward Lily. She gives him this look like, fuck off, and James has to bite his tongue to stop from aggravating her. “They’re doing uniform checks up the hall. Just put it on.”

Evans gives him a very strange look, and it takes him a second to realise that it’s neutral.

She looks good in his jacket.


Every third dress code violation results in a lunch time detention. It’s only October, and Lily’s already had six. She doesn’t look at James as she takes the seat three ahead and one to the left of him.


There’s a thump from somewhere in the back of the classroom, and McGonagall isn’t planning on looking up - it sounds like it came from the general vicinity of Potter and Black, and that’s certainly not a situation she wants to engage with - but the entire class is already turned around to see what the fuss is.

She strides down the aisle between the desks, and is about three years past surprised to find James Potter lying on the floor, gazing at the ceiling, glasses knocked aside.

“Am I boring you so much that you decided to take a nap?” she asks, and James gives this wicked smile, and here we go–

“Sorry, Miss, I can’t get up. It’s Evans’ shoulders - they’re overwhelming me. I simply can’t do anything until she covers them up. Sirius, tell me when it’s safe.”

He’s a funny boy, she’ll give him that. “Potter, get up. This is hardly the time for foolishness.”

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Hamilton's thoughts on Hamilton​.
  • Hamilton: what? Why are they using stuff dumb language?
  • Eliza: It's so others can understand it better.
  • Hamilton: what now there saying I was always writing!!
  • Angelica: you still write all the time.
  • Jefferson: *smirking* you should see what the fans say about you
  • Hamilton: I'm not dating John!
  • John: yes you were and are
  • Hamilton: ... Wait what's BurrHamlemmon *clicks*
  • Hamilton: I need to make a call...
  • *Down on earth Lin's phone rings*
  • Lin: hello who is it?
  • *10 hours later*
  • AND WHY...
  • *Too long to count*
  • But we'll done u did succeed at the task...
  • Hello?...
  • LIN!
  • Lin: *waking up* what?
  • Hamilton: were u listening?
  • Lin: burr and Jefferson just said that John, Eliza and angelica should dump u... U should talk to them..
  • *Everyone else having a a calm conversation*
  • Hamilton: *busting though door* what have you been saying about me!
  • Phillip: *whispering* he should stop falling for that trick
  • Angelica: *whispering* he won't he used to fall for in when we weren't dead
Crazy Watford Conspiracy Theory

I don’t know if people outside the UK know this but there is actually a town in England called Watford. It is situated near London, in the county (counties are the equivalent of states in the USA just a lot smaller) of Hertfordshire and I’ve done some research about it 😏😏.

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me: I hope we get some answers today.

julie:  Even has a job. He’s almost never on time. Even can’t do laundry. Isak doesn’t know how to make tea. Their wifi password is ‘yellow curtains’. They listened to Gabrielle before Sana came. Even loses his stuff all the time. They wear the same outfits. They have memes and paintings and stuff on their wall. Isak is a bad host. They have big plasma TV but not a kettle. Sara had dreams about Isak. Isak didn’t ask what they were. Isak posted a picture of him and Even to Sara. Sara thinks that Vilde is dumb and stupid. Even used to make Sana tea. Isak said that Sana is a good person. <3 Even never did the laundry. :( So Isak had to.

me: okay…but like who started the fight? who punched isak? what’s the truth behind even’s past in bakka and with the boys? why couldn’t sana plot together with isak? 

julie: you forgot to mention that i had noora text sana.

me: no i didn’t.

tutor ➳ jeff atkins

Originally posted by words-plus-wisdom

request? No

    summary: Jeff is failing History, so his teachers solution? Get him a tutor. And that tutor happens to be you, someone who has had a crush on him since Freshman year.

pairing(s): jeff atkins x fem!reader, hannah baker x fem!reader {Platonic}

warning(s): flirty!jeff

word count: 1,170

a/n: I needed more Jeff in my life, beCAUSE I STILL THINK HE DESERVED BETTER😭💔 anyway I hope you lovelies enjoy!

{Not my Gif!}


“What are you doing, Y/N?” I looked up at the sound of my best friends voice, and there Hannah stood with hands on her hips with a raised eyebrow.

“Studying?” I replied, looking confused.

“Sureeeeeee you are,” Hannah said, smirking as she plopped down on the grass next to me, “come on, Y/N, you know you hate sitting outside when you can burn. Just admit, you’re outside because Jeff is outside with his friends.”

“Way to make me sound like a stalker,” I chuckled, playfully shoving her as I ignored the red on my cheeks, “but no, I’m really studying.”

“Why don’t you just tell him?” She asked.

“I doubt he even knows who I am,” I replied, looking at Jeff who was laughing.

“I’d be surprised if he didn’t know who you were,” Hannah snorted, “you’re one of the most popular girls’ here,Y/N.”

“Because of track,” I pointed out. I was the fastest runner on our team, and usually brought the wins for us.

“Whatever you want to believe,” Hannah replied, rolling her eyes with a hint of a smile, just as the warning bell rang, “come on psycho, we have to get to Communications class. Are you still coming over tonight?”

“Oh no, I’m sorry,” I gave her a sorry look, “I forgot to tell you that I have to tutor someone tonight.”

“It’s okay, Y/N,” Hannah gave me a warm smile as we got to our class, “sleepover after practice tomorrow?”

“Of course,” I smiled, taking my seat near Justin Foley, Zach Dempsey and Jessica Davis, “my house.”


“Miss Y/L/N, thank you for coming,” Ms. Myers, the History teacher, smiled as I walked into her classroom, where I shortly froze when I saw who I was tutoring. It was Jeff, “Mr. Atkins, this is Miss. Y/L/N, your tutor.”

Smiling his gorgeous smile, he sent me a small wave, as I awkwardly smiled back.

“I figured we could study in the library, is that okay?” I questioned, biting my lip in nerves. I mean hell, I’ve had a crush on this guy since Freshman year.

“Yeah, that’s fine, Y/N,” He nodded his head, before grabbing his stuff, and following.

“Woah, you know my name,” I mumbled to myself, not expecting him to hear, but I know he does by the chuckle that slips past his lips.

“Of course I do,” He chuckled, “you’re the reason our track team places, and you have the reputation of being the sweetest person in this school.”

“I do?” I asked shocked, it’s not like I talk to a lot of people, so I’m really surprised.

“Yeah, I was actually kind of excited to have you tutor me,” Jeff rubbed the back of his head sheepishly, as I bit back a grin and a blush.

“Why?” I asked in curiosity.

“I get the chance to talk to a pretty girl,” He murmured, and I knew my face was red.

“Let’s sit here,” I mumbled, pointing to my favorite spot in the library. We sat down quickly, and Jeff grabbed his books out, “let’s begin.”

// An hour and a half later //

“See, it’s not that bad,” I smiled, as Jeff closed his History book.

“It’s not when I have an beautiful tutor,” He flirted, and I looked down, trying to hide my smile.

“So I can’t tutor you tomorrow or Thursday,” I informed Jeff, whos’ lips formed into a pout, “but I can Friday?”

“Yeah, that’s cool, but why not tomorrow or Thursday?” He asked.

“I have a track meet tomorrow, then I’m taking Hannah dress shopping for the Formal next weekend,” I replied, smiling a little.

“Just Hannah? You aren’t going to the formal?” Jeff asked confused.

“No, um, no one has asked me, and I really don’t want to be a third wheel for Hannah and Clay,” I shrugged, as Jeff looked surprise, “why do you look surprised?”

“Just the fact that you don’t have a date,” He replied, “I figured you’d be one of the first girls to get asked.”

“Well, I wasn’t,” I shrugged, feeling kind of embarrassed.

“Damn it, Clay,” Jeff cursed under his breath, “why didn’t you tell me?”

“What?” I looked at him, with a raised eyebrow. I’m sure I probably wasn’t suppose to hear that, by the look of his face.

“Nothing,” He shook his head with a grin, “why don’t you come to the formal with me?”

“Jeff,” I sighed, i’ve wanted this for awhile, but not like this, “I appreciate the offer, but I don’t want to be a pity date.”

“WHAT?” Jeff said quite loudly, earning a dirty look from the librarian, “Sorry Miss. Reed, but Y/N, are you really that oblivious?”  

“Of what?” I asked, really confused.

“This isn’t out of pity, Y/N,” He shook his head, with an amused smile, “I’ve liked you for awhile. Clay was suppose to tell me if you had gotten a date, or not, because I planned on asking you weeks ago, but he said you were going with someone.”

“I was going with Hannah, but Clay finally grew balls and asked her so I didn’t have a date anymore,” I nodded, chuckling as he did, “why haven’t you talked to me if you’ve ‘liked me’?”

“I figured you’d think I was just some stupid baseball player,” He shrugged, making me narrow my eyes.

“Jeff, you aren’t dumb, and I would have never thought that,” I replied, before chuckling weakly, “I’ve had a crush on you since Freshman year, Jeff.”

“Really?” He sat up excitedly, staring at me.

“Mhmm,” I nodded in reply, as my cheeks burned with embarrassment.

“Okay, so how about this,” Jeff leaned forward as I raised an eyebrow, “If I score higher than a C on my next History test, you let me take you out for dinner, and then to the formal.”

I thought about it for a minute, before biting my lip and nodding my head.

“Okay, sounds like a deal,” I agreed, as a bright smile spread across Jeffs’ face. He went to reply, but was interrupted.

“Jeff, come on man!” We turned to see his friends; Zach Dempsey, Justin Foley, and Bryce Walker, and it was Bryce who shouted for Jeffs’ attention.

“I’ll see you Friday then,” Jeff said before standing up and grabbing his stuff, “with my test grade.”

Right before he left, he bent down and kissed my cheek, leaving them a bright, embarrassing red.

“Nice job, man,” I heard Zach applaud him, “Y/N’s a good person.”

“I know,” was the last thing I heard from the group, before they left. I smiled, and buried my face into my hands, letting out a tiny squeal.

хуй and its derivatives (strong language)

хуй - dick

по́хуй - to not care

мне по́хуй I don’t give a fuck

на́хуй, нахуя́, захуя́ - all those words mean “why?” (with what aim)

ты на́хуй сюда́ пришёл? why the fuck have you come here?

с хуя́ ли / схуя́ли - why the fuck? (for what reason)

дохуя́ - a lot

я съел дохуя́ карто́шки I ate a shitton of potatoes

нихуя́ - nothing, not at all

нихуя́ они́ мне не да́ли! they didn’t give me anything!
нихуя́ они́ не спортсме́ны they are not (at all) sportsmen

не́хуй - (1) nothing, (2) when telling someone to stop doing something

(1) мне бы́ло не́хуй де́лать, и я прибра́лся i had nothing to do, so i tidied up
(2) не́хуй смея́ться на́до мной! stop laughing at me!

хуй там был - said when you were expecting/hoping/told something would happen and it didn’t

я ду́мал, меня́ поко́рмят - (а вот) хуй там был! i thought they would feed me - but they didn’t!

положи́ть хуй (на) - to ingore, to not care about something too much

я давно́ положи́л хуй на заря́дку I stopped doing morning exercise long ago

заби́ть хуй (на) - same as above, sometimes just заби́ть is used

забе́й ты на уро́ки, пойдём поигра́ем! screw homework, let’s go play! [you’re suggesting someone to stop doing homework]

хуи́ пина́ть - to do nothing productive or useful

мы це́лый день уже хуи́ пина́ем, пора́ взя́ться за де́ло! we’ve been doing nothing all day, it’s time to get down to business!

я́сен хуй - obviously! duh!

посла́ть на́хуй - to tell someone to fuck off
иди́ на́хуй! - fuck off!
пошёл на́хуй! [to a male] / пошла́ на́хуй! [to a female] - fuck off!

хуй (его́) зна́ет - I have no fucking clue

- кто съел соси́ски? - да хуй его́ зна́ет! - who ate the sausages? no fucking idea!

охуе́ть - (1) to be extremely shocked (2) same, but as an interjection - “oh shit!” (3) said about someone who’s behaving very badly (4) ну охуе́ть / ну охуе́ть тепе́рь is said sarcastically as an interjection about something which another person thought would surprise you but didn’t

(1) я вошёл в ко́мнату и охуе́л - там го́лый полице́йский танцева́л! i entered the room and was shocked - there was a naked policeman and he was dancing!
(2) охуе́ть! ты где э́то доста́л? oh shit! where did you get that?
(3) он вы́пил мой сок? да он охуе́л! he drank my juice? he comepletely lost his mind!
(4) - я гуля́л и уви́дел БОЛЬШУ́Ю СОБА́КУ!!! - ну охуе́ть тепе́рь… - i was walking and saw A BIG DOG!!! - what a fucking surprise….

охуе́нный - really fucking good

я тако́е охуе́нное пла́тье вчера́ купи́ла. i bought such a nice fucking dress yesterday

охуи́тельный - same as above

хуёвый - really bad

хуёвый у тебя́ компью́тер - виснет постоянно your computer is shit - it’s always lagging

[someone] ху́ев - said to/about someone who’s supposed/told to know how to do something or to have certain knowledge about something, but failed, and you’re judging them for “showing off” but not actually knowing what they’re doing or not doing this to the promised extent

по́вар ху́ев, ты мне что́-нибудь кро́ме карто́шки жа́реной бу́дешь гото́вить? hey “chef”, will you cook anything except friend potatoes for me?

хуй зна́ет что - something unpleasant, bad, poorly made, something that you don’t understand

снача́ла она́ ра́довалась, а тепе́рь переста́ла со мной обща́ться. хуй зна́ет что присхо́дит! she was happy at first, but then stopped talking to me at all. what is this nonsese that’s happening!

хуй с ним - fuck it (exclamation)

хуй тебе́ - said to someone when you don’t want to do something for them or give them something they ask

почи́нишь по́лку? хуй тебе́, сама́ чини́ will you fix the shelf? fuck no, do it yourself

похуи́зм - the state or trait of not caring about anything (usually positive connotation)

тебе́ для сча́стья не хвата́ет немно́го похуи́зма to be happy you need to care a bit less

похуи́ст - a person who doesn’t care too much (usually positive connotation)

како́го ху́я - what the fuck?!
ху́ли/ху́ле - same as above, but usually used in full questions, whereas the above can be used on its own

оди́н хуй - it doesn’t matter, it makes no difference

я и во́ду пил, и дыха́ние заде́рживал - оди́н хуй ика́ю i drank water and held my breath - and i still get hiccups

хуета́/хуита́/хуйня́ - (1) something unpleasant or hard to understand (2) a thing you and the person you’re talking to know about

(1) что за хуйню́ ты тут написа́л? я да́же не понима́ю, что ты име́л в виду́ what the fuck have you written? i don’t even understand what you were trying to say
(2) пода́й мне э́ту хуйню́ с ру́чкой give me that thing with a handle

хуёвина - same as (2) above

страда́ть хуйнёй - to do nothing productive, to do something which seems really useless

ле́том мне надое́ло страда́ть хуйнёй, и я реши́л нача́ть учи́ть но́вый язы́к in the summer i got tired of doing nothing and decided to start learning a new language

спор́оть хуйню́ - to say something dumb or something which doesn’t make sense (incoherent, etc)

вчера́ напи́лся и споро́л каку́ю-то хуйню́, а тепе́рь она́ ду́мает, что она́ мне нра́вится i drank too much yesterday and said something dumb, and now she thinks i like her

хуйло́/хуесо́с - an unpleasant/dumb person whose behaviour is questionable

ну ты и хуесо́с! ты заче́м мою́ соба́ку побри́л? you’re a moron! why did you shave my dog?

хуя́к - denotes a sudden, quick and/or unexpected action

ката́юсь я, а пото́м хуя́к на лёд! so i’m skating, and then bam - i fell on the ice!

хуя́се! / (ну) нихуя́ себе́! / нихуя́! / хуя́! - an exclamation of surprise (you’re impressed)

нахуя́риться / нахуя́читься - to drink too much

смехуёчки - funny things, funny pictures/jokes/stories

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2,500 Followers Drabble

Prompt: “No decision should ever be made at 2am!“

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Requested by: @dustycelt

“Morning, Sammy!” Dean bellows cheerfully strolling into the kitchen.

“Wow, you’re in a good mood considering it’s before noon.” The younger Winchester responds with a smirk.

“I have a stupid study group thing.” Dean groans, rubbing his hand over his face.

“That’s…new.” Sam quirks an eyebrow suspiciously.

“I’m doing awful in my Econ class, man. It’s the only reason I’m putting myself through that cruel and unusual punishment.”

“Ahh gotcha.”

“At least I can have a heavenly slice of apple pie before I go. I literally woke up craving it.” Dean licks his plump lips practically drooling at the thought.

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So! I finally started playing FE: Echoes! And because I’m a master at foresight, I made a total of 0 mages out of my Villagers- and while that actually went alright and I didn’t need to worry too much while playing through, I got to the last part of Act 1 and saw Desaix sitting there with a droppable Dracoshield. Of course I decided “I want to beat him just to have that and tell myself i did” but then looked at his stats and knew of course there was NO WAY Silque would even be able to dent him, or come out alive to tell the tale, so what to do… 

…In a desperate attempt, I took one of those freebie pitchforks and made my strongest unit a villager in hopes to turn them into a mage and be able to take him down. So… my best bet was Lukas… I had no idea how the whole stat thing really worked out yet when swapping classlines but like I said I was desperate so I tried it out… and now I have a hilariously bulky physical fighter killing machine that takes pretty much no damage and he knocked out Desaix while he was still even on his healing tile no problem and I have my free Dracoshield lmao  


(adj.)  of, resembling, or relating to twilight.

Gif belongs to myloveseokjin


Words: 3.3K

Genre: Vampire AU, smut, fluff, angst

Summary: Longing looks and stares can only suffice him so much, when will he take matters into his own hands?

A/N: My first actual fan fic ever :) I decided to switch this fan fic from my side blog to my main blog, for those who havent read this before I hope you enjoy :)

He watched you walk to school every day, he saw the way your hair swayed back and forth and feet quickened with every sound that broke out behind you. The cars rushing past you, the loud shouts of workers on the street and even the birds chirping up in the trees. Only then did he speed his way into an overcrowded hallway in the building on the University’s campus that was three miles away. It didn’t take longer than ten seconds to get there with his vampire speed and all.

You were maybe ten minutes away from campus, walking never bothered you, you’d rather walk than drive the simple three miles it helped you stay active throughout the day and you didn’t want to waste gas. You were running late as is and groaned upon stopping at another crosswalk, the big red hand telling you to stop and wait. Your hand came up to the button and you pressed it rapidly. “You know pressing it once would probably do the trick.” A tall boy who stood a few feet from you said. You turned from your rapid button pushing and saw him, he was a good amount of height taller than you, he had a very light blonde hair which went well with his pale skin and his eyes contrasting to his light skin and hair were very dark, almost black because you could barely see the sliver of brown in his eyes.

You had to catch yourself from staring at the boy because it must’ve looked like you were checking him out. You straightened your posture and tightened the three books you had in your arms to your chest. You just nodded and looked back at the cars passing in front of you. “Ah don’t like to talk, that’s alright.”

“I’m late, I have no-” The minute you turned your head back to the boy he was gone. Spinning around in all directions to see where he could’ve gone, but he was nowhere to be seen.

A loud beep brought your attention back towards the crosswalk, the little white symbol to walk appeared and you hustled your way across the street speed walking towards the campus.

Yoongi always wanted to be there before you got to school, making sure you got to class okay, not running into any of the snobby girls that liked to mumble comments just loud enough for you to hear and he just enjoyed watching you. You fascinated him, every little thing that you did interested him and he wanted nothing more than to actually get to know you, it was only a matter of perfect timing to do so.

He had classes with you, three to be exact. He didn’t bother going to his other two classes, he only cared about being near you, plus the material wasn’t anything he’s never seen before. He being a vampire does allow him to learn quite a few things. He’s learned that you like to read, you spend most of your time studying in the library and you walk from your apartment to school every day. He remembered first seeing you as well, that memory always plays back in the back of his head, though it was only a few weeks ago he still thought about it a lot.

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Please shut up with the hate

Guys! Please! I am so tired of seeing unjustified hate here in Tumblr!

So very, very, VERY, very tired. I can’t even search fandom/character/ship tags anymore, so can y’all please just shut up with the “this is disgusting” and “please kill yourself” when the things have nothing wrong with them??

- Liking an evil/villain/anti-hero character doesn’t make their fans bad people in real life, it just means they might find said characters interesting and important to their respective fandoms, and writing redemption stories or made-up backgrounds/explanations for why they are evil doesn’t mean their fans justify or ignore what said characters did wrong

- Bringing a character dead in canon “back to life” in fanon doesn’t make the fans crazy or mentally ill (I feel like this one is so dumb that I shouldn’t put it here, but trust me when I say that I’ve seen hate messages sent to people merely because they make AUs where character live or they just refuse to believe they died in canon and make theories on how they are alive)

- Shipping enemies/previous enemies doesn’t mean people approve of abusive relationships (unless the stories/fan art they make is strictly abusive, which in some cases can serve to bring awareness to said issues or have shock value, as long as it’s not romanticizing abuse it’s ok) no matter how much the characters hate eachother in canon, sometimes people like to make their own AUS where characters were not enemies to begin with or maybe they grow to like eachother and forgive eachother in a healthy way

- Shipping characters with an age difference is not automatically pedophilia, no matter what age they have in canon or if one met the other whilst they were adults and the others children (even if that freaks you out, as long as they are all portrayed as adults, be the age difference 1 year or 90 years, it’s still legal)

- Shipping a character who did something really bad to another character, no mater how much you hate the ship, is ok to draw/write if it does not encourage violence or abuse (much similar to what I said above with the enemies one)

- Liking something that you don’t understand the appeal to or that is just not that popular (as long as it’s ok and not illegal) doesn’t mean fans are trying to convert you or shipping/liking things on purpose to get you, it means they want to be left alone in their own likings and that you should respect them and go do what you want instead of hating on them

Here’s what you should do if you still hate these things but they are completely legal and ok:

If it’s on one or few SPECIFIC artworks or artists and not the whole ship/fandom, you should:

- Use an anti tag so that it doesn’t flood the tags of people looking for artworks and stuff, or just adress the artists themselves

- If they haven’t shown signs of being rude or approving of actual illegal actions (rape, abuse, violence, murder, etc etc) don’t be disrespectful (for example if they draw something very violent that triggers you but they express that they find it wrong and that it’s meant to bring awareness to that issue, ask them/criticize them politely and don’t jump in attacking them straight away)

- Use clear arguments and organize them so that it’s easy to understand your points and so that people don’t confuse criticism with hate

- Judge the art, not the artist. Only judge the artist when the artist made their points of view and true beliefs extremely clear

If you want to rant on the whole ship/fandom:

- Use the ship/fandom tag but keep your opinion/rant polite and respectful to the people who also use the tag

- Don’t mistake one person’s headcanons or art for the whole fandom and every single fan, because of course there are bad apples in every tree, but that doesn’t make every single one bad

- Don’t accuse all fans of being rapists, pedophiles, abusive, etc without any motive, with your only “proof” being what they ship or what fandoms they are in or what characters they like

And now can y’all please shut the hell up and go easy on the “kill yourself”’s?

I’m gonna tag some ships here that I like or where I’ve seen this sort of hate lately, be free to tag more to stop this non-sense hate

Stay Professional! Pt. 12

Work AU! Fluff, Angst and smut: Jungkook x Reader

Part 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 / 11 (Part 13 will be a continuation!)

Summary: You realise that you still have feelings for Jungkook despite his actions. You can’t help but melt and swoon under his charms- but you were still acting stubborn. When will you finally admit that you’re under his spell?

A/N: Honestly had a rough time writing this chapter- had to squeeze out the limited inspo I seemed to have so forgive me if it took long but regardless, enjoy the story! As always, responses would be appreciated! 

The blinding sunlight seeped through the white mesh curtains and you grumbled at the realisation of having to wake up. You turned around so that your back was facing the bright light and cuddled your blanket closer to your chest. You didn’t want to wake up to another day. You didn’t want to face your current problems of… Jungkook

Your eyes shot open and you sat up immediately, reminded of last night’s affectionate cuddles you knew you shouldn’t have enjoyed so much. You looked over your shoulder and to your surprise, he was nowhere to be seen. Instead, your eyes rested on the sight of neatly folded blankets on the floor mattress he supposedly ‘slept’ on last night. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion as you rubbed your eyes to wake yourself up. 

You carelessly threw on a bathrobe for extra warmth during the chilly morning and shuffled towards the kitchen to get yourself a glass of water. 

“Thank you for letting me stay the night. I can’t thank you enough for giving me a chance to express my apologies.” You stopped your shuffled footsteps and shifted your ear closer to the doorframe. It was childish to eavesdrop, but you physically couldn’t stop yourself from doing so. 

“It’s fine dear. I just hope I made the right choice.” Your mother’s quiet giggle sounded mute as you were listening through the door that connected the hallway to the kitchen. 

“I guarantee you that you did. I will take care of Y/N no matter what. I can give you my word, ma’am. I know that to you that might not sound convincing because I know I’ve made some pretty dumb and selfish decisions but… would you allow me to be selfish once more and let me love Y/N?” Jungkook’s soft morning voice sent chills down your spine. Was it the way that his voice sounded so irresistibly sultry in the mornings? Or his sweet words that had you practically melting by the doorframe. 

“I’ll do it right this time.” Jungkook chuckled and you couldn’t help but smile at the sweet sound. 

“Jungkook dear, I don’t know much about you at all. And for a fact, I can’t make any reliable judgements about you from just what she’s told me and from what I’ve seen from you. But I have a good feeling that what you’re proposing to me is sincere. I’m deciding to trust my instincts so please don’t let me down. Don’t let her down.” 

“You have my word, ma’am.” 

“Good morning.” You walked in on their quite intimate conversation about you with a straight face, although you were full of glee inside from Jungkook’s charming words. 

“Morning” Jungkook smiled radiantly as his small dimple made an appearance. You had to pretend as though he didn’t just give you a small heart attack from that unexpected cuteness so early in the morning so you managed to maintain that straight face, just barely

“What’s for breakfast?” You rummaged through the shelves in search of a cup and your mother immediately got up from her seat. 

“Oh I haven’t thought about that yet. What would you like?” She asked and you replied a little late from drinking water. 

“Anything, mum. Is there anything you want to eat, Jungkook?” You casually murmured as you put the cup in the sink and Jungkook’s eyes lit up at your sudden acknowledgment of his existence. He looked a little taken aback but you could tell that he could hardly contain his glee. 

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jungkook; i could’ve tried (to fix us)

❝roadtrip!au where we need to save gas money so we take a long, awkward, tension-filled car ride
►1914 words // scenario, pbd drabbles
♡ this was part of the drabble series ‘post-break-up drabbles’ but i found that i wrote a bit longer than what a drabble was for me so, a scenario instead!

Originally posted by jengkook

If there had been other people besides your parents and Jungkook’s who completely adored the two of you together, it would be the friends that you share with him. Being with them half of the time you were in a relationship, they knew the both of you inside out including the traits when you were together. It would’ve been lovely if you two were still together but in this case… it’s about to get nasty and you can foresee it when you agree to go on a road trip with them.

Being college kids with the common goal to save money with maximum fun meant being squeezed into a van that fit eight people. That wasn’t what bugged you, honestly. You’ve been into a situation where seven people had to fit into a four seater car (each bump was horrible). So this was nothing. Until you found out who you’d be seated next to in the back.

Your sitting buddy was none other than Jeon Jungkook.

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