this is why i hated everyone in high school

Dialogue Prompts #2

Inspired by things that have been said in my Political Science class. (roughly translated to English)

1) “I’ve studied all night, and I still don’t understand this.” 

2) “Did you do the homework?” “No.” “Oh thank god, I’m not the only one!”

3) “Putin and Trump should go to couples therapy”

4) “She’s cute, but I’m pretty sure she can’t count to ten.”

5) “I can fit a whole row of crackers in my mouth, want to see?”

6) “I only came because of the free food.”

7) “Child labor is alive and well”

8) “Life would be horrible without vodka juice boxes”

9) “Wait wrong class” “He was here for an hour, and he just now realizes this?”

10) “You can’t buy my love!” “I got you doughnuts”

11) “Death is near, but not near enough”

12) “My only goal in life is to pass this class”

13) “The British are invading again” “Fuck!”

14) “I drew Trump and Putin as cats, want to see?”

15) “Motivation? What is that!?!”

16) “What are you doing?” “Trying to read my own handwritting”

17) “Do you think Trump writes love letters to Putin? I do”

18) “I would never murder you….well not with my bare hands, that’s too much work”

19) “You said if I go to bed early I would feel better…..you’re a fucking liar”

20) “On a scale of 1-5 how bad did you fail?” “5″ “Perfect, me too”

21) “None of you are my friends, I only tolerate you all”

22) “Did you really cry during Trumps inauguration?” “It was tears of laughter, don’t judge”

23) “I’m the Europen Union and you’re the United Kingdom. Now get the fuck out”

24) “Do you think he’s trying to be this stupid?”

25) “If she says that word one more time, I’m going to throw her out the door”

26) “Why is there a goat in the hallway?” “Oh that’s Anton”

27) “You’re late” “Glad you noticed”

28) “The instructor is wearing running shorts again” “I’m starting to think he hates us”

29) “I would make a pretty girl” “Don’t lie to yourself like that”

30) “Being a disappointment is better than you think. No one has any high standards of you, so when you do something cool, everyone is amazed”


What things have been said in any of your classes or workplace?

What’s wrong with me? Why can’t I do anything right? Why do the people I care about the most always leave? Everyone promises that they will never leave me and they love me but sooner or later, they all leave me. Am I really that bad of a person? Am I really not even worth one person? Not even one freaking person stays. I accept people into my heart and trust them but all they do is rip it out and stomp on it until it’s no longer usable. Then someone comes along, repairs it only to destroy it again. I seriously have no one. And it hurts to be physically and emotionally alone. I sit home with no one, talk to absolutely no one. I bother everyone. I annoy everyone. But I understand it, I wouldn’t want to be friends with me either. I’m not worth it so why stick around? That is in my head 24/7. I hate myself too. I just want to drown all these pills and sleep. Never bother anyone, never annoy anyone, never hold anyone back. I don’t expect people to miss me. I honest think everyone will be like, “oh she killed herself, took her long enough, no one wanted her here anyway”. I’m not even worth one single person staying, why stay? My best friend doesn’t even care for me, that’s why she ended our friendship. My high school friends never loved me, that’s why they never texted me after graduation. I’m tired of giving my heart and having it ripped and torn. I’m just tired, period. I want to sleep. Sleep and never wake up to all the pain surrounding me. No more fake smiles, no more fake laughs. I’m not worth it. I’m not worth her staying, why should I stay and get my heart hurt by another person? I can’t.

Your Eyes Look Like Coming Home - Bughead Fanfic

A little idea that came to me based off of a post by @jandjsalmon so thank you for the burst of creative energy I needed! 

Also I want to start taking prompts so if you have any, please feel free to send them my way! :)

Summary: 

People spend their whole lives waiting until the day they can see the world in color; the day they finally meet their soulmate. Sometimes it takes years, decades, nearly lifetimes until you meet that one special person.

Unless, of course, you’re Betty Cooper and Jughead Jones who have both seen the world in color since they met each other when they were two years old. Everyone always says that they’re so lucky to have met when they were so young, that they have their whole lives to be together and in love. There’s just one teeny tiny problem.

Betty and Jughead hate each other.


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Earn Your Trust

Originally posted by bacardistyles


request: Maybe you could write something about enemies to lovers? or y/n and H used to be together but y/n had done something really bad and he makes it hard for her to earn his trust/love back?

thanks for requesting this and sorry it took me so long to write it, i hope you like it (:



“So the media dug up yours and Harry’s past and are having a field day with it?” My stylist, Jeana, said as she finished curling my hair.

I sighed. “Apparently so, but I don’t get why what happened when we were kids is even relevant now.”

“You aren’t stressing over it, are you?” She asked me, looking at me in the mirror.

I shook my head. “Not really. I haven’t even spoken to him in years. The only time I’ve seen him in person is when we’re at the same events, and he hasn’t been to any big ones since his break started.”

“He’s back now though,” Jeana’s assistant stylist, Nicolette, spoke up. “And I’m pretty sure he’s going to be at the charity event tonight.”

My eyes got wide. “Please tell me you’re joking.”

She chuckled. “Nope. You’re both celebrity ambassadors for the charity, I’m surprised you didn’t know he was coming.”

I went to rub my face out of stress and Jeana swatted my hand away. “I did not spend almost half an hour on your makeup for you to screw it up because you’re nervous about seeing your little boyfriend tonight.”

“He’s not my boyfriend!” I raised my voice, immediately regretting it. I sighed again. “Sorry, Jean, I-I just… I don’t think he wants to be anywhere near me.”

“What happened between you two anyways?” Nicolette questioned.

Just then, Helen, my manager, and my security guard named Harris came in.

“Time to go!” Helen clapped her hands together excitedly. She noticed that I wasn’t nearly as excited as she was and her smile dropped. “What’s wrong, y/n?”

I rolled my eyes. “I’ll explain in the car.”


The charity event was in full swing, the charity’s founder had already spoken and she announced that both Harry and I were here, so I knew that he had shown up. I hadn’t seen him yet, though. And the fact that I could run into him made me more anxious by the second, but not for a reason most people would think.

“You look like you’re going to puke,” Helen joked. “Just calm down, you guys will probably just ignore each other or something.”

“What if I don’t want him to ignore me?” I said, surprising her. “What if I want things to be okay between us again?”

She examined my face, making sure I was being serious. I definitely was.

Helen exhaled. “Y/n, if you want to talk to him, then do it. The worst that can happen is that he ignores you, or walks away. And yeah, that would really suck, but you’ll survive.”

“Aren’t you supposed to give me good advice?” I jibed.

She playfully shoved me, and I set off to find him. Harry would be over what happened by now, right? I mean, it happened while we were in middle school and high school, there was no way he was still holding a grudge against me. Right?

As I was looking around for him, I accidentally bumped into someone.

“Sorry,” We both said in unison, then looked at each other in shock.

There, standing in front of me, was Harry. Though he looked older that he did the last time I saw him, he still looked like the guy I’d known back in our school years. His look of shock turned to one of extreme distaste, and mine turned into a frown.

“Um, how have you been?” I tried, hoping it would make him not look like he hated me.

He laughed sarcastically. “So now you want to talk to me?”

“What are you talking about?” I said, confused.

He looked at me as if I was the biggest idiot he had ever met. “Don’t play stupid, y/n, you know what happened. And yes, it may have happened when we were younger, but you know that once people lose my trust it’s hard for them to earn it back. Much less my respect,”

All I could do was stand there, dumbfounded. He chuckled, shaking his head and walking away. He actually, genuinely hated me. I’ll admit, what I did wasn’t right, but we’re adults now. And at one point, we were best friends. How could he just treat me as if we didn’t once care about each other?

I walked back to Helen, her smile falling once she saw how disappointed I looked.

“I’m guessing it didn’t go well?” She asked.

I shook my head.

“Aw, I’m sorry,” She said as she hugged me. “Maybe you could try again? I could get his number for you, and you can talk to him and ma–”

“No, it’s fine,” I interrupted, pulling away. “He looked at me as if he hated me, I doubt he ever wants to talk to me again.”

She pulled her phone out. “Well, I’ll get it anyways and whether or not you use it is up to you.”


It had been a week since the charity event, and of course all that was on my mind was Harry. I just wanted to make things right, but how could I do that when he so obviously wanted nothing to do with me? I lay in bed, staring at his contact on my phone. Maybe I should try texting him, and if he really doesn’t want to talk then I’ll leave him alone.

I exhaled, then sent him a text.

hey it’s y/n

I locked my phone, deciding to watch tv and not get my hopes up that he’s even answer. About fifteen minutes later, my phone went off. I unlocked it and saw that he did answer me.

Great, now i have to get my number changed.

I scoffed. Was he serious? I took a deep breath, chalking his fowl mood up to him just holding his grudge still.

look harry ik i messed up and everything but that was so long ago and i’m willing to make it up to you

Hm… I don’t think I saw an apology in that.

omg stop being such a pretentious prick and let me apologize in person, i at least owe you that much

Wow, I had no idea you actually had a backbone.

But I don’t know about that, you could just be trying to mess with me.

why would i do that to you? why would i be basically begging for you to give me a chance to apologize just to screw with you? just let me try to earn your trust

I guess you wouldn’t go that far…

Fine, we can get lunch or something.

thank you, i promise all i want to do is make things right


I walked into the place we agreed to have lunch at, looking around until I found Harry sitting in a booth towards the back. I sat down in front of him, nervously looking at my nails.

“I believe you had something to say to me?” He said expectingly.

I gave him a look. “I’m not saying anything until you drop this dickhead act. This is so unlike you, and we both know that.”

He looked at me for a second, then sighed, his harsh expression softening. “Fine,”

“Anyways, I’m sincerely sorry about what happened. I shouldn’t have abandoned you like I did, and I apologize.”

He waited, as if he expected more. When I didn’t say anything else, he rolled his eyes. “That’s it? You only apologize for leaving me alone?”

“Is that not what I did?” I questioned.

“That’s not even half of what you did.” He said firmly. “I had moved to America and started seventh grade in the middle of the school year. I had no one, until you and I became friends. And towards the end of our freshman year of high school, you left me for these kids who everyone wished they were. Everyone but me, of course. They treated me like shit, y/n. And you left me for them.”

“I get that I left you, but I didn’t treat you like shit. So why do you hate me more that you hate them?” I asked.

He laughed sadly. “Don’t you get it? Not only did you abandon me, you being my only friend, you just stood there as they bullied me day in and day out, all because I was a little different. And you never once stood up for me, y/n. Not even once.”

I sat there, dumbfounded yet again. He was completely right. I didn’t stop them when they treated him awfully. I was such a shitty friend.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I watched one roll down his cheek. “I’m so sorry, Harry. I’d give anything to go back and change it.”

He shook his head as he wiped his tears away. “And on top of all of that, I had feelings for you. I still did, even after what happened. I hated that they wouldn’t go away no matter what you did.”

I looked at him in shock. “You did? Harry, I had feelings for you too. Holy shit, I was such an awful person.”

“Yeah, you were,” He chuckled. “But so was I, and I’m sorry for treating you like that.”

“It’s fine,” I waved him off. “The way you acted towards me wasn’t unwarranted. I kind of deserved it.”

Harry looked at me for a moment, then said, “Can we start where we left off? You, know, before all the drama?”

“You want us to act like we did when we were fifteen and sixteen?” I gave him a questioning look, though I was obviously joking.

He chuckled. “No, I just meant can we be super close again? Or maybe even more than super close?

I beamed at him. “Yeah, I’d like that a lot.”



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After Midnight

Winchesters x Dean’s Daughter!Reader // Cas x Reader

Warnings: Blood, torture, language (as usual)

A/n: Reminder that requests are open.

Forever tag list: @Freaksforthewin , @thewinhunter, @cambriacaneatnoodles, @brokennoone , @youtubehelpsmesurvive , @chrisevansthedoritobastard , @winchesters-favorite-girl , @we-know-a-little-about-a-lot @godh8salyssa @thewinhunter @dean-baby-Winchester @straightasdeanwinchester@animexchocolate


“Look man. I can only please one person per day. Today isn’t your day and tomorrow doesn’t look too good either.” Opening your mouth to smile, all the bastard in front of you saw was your bloody mouth.

He must’ve not appreciated your smart ass remarks, which you’d been spitting out for a good hour and a half now. Taking one look down at his bloody fist, of course with your blood, you knew it was about to connect with your somewhat swollen face. But you couldn’t stop there, you were into deep already. Besides, being a smart ass was in the family.

“Damn, now that.” You spit out a fair amount of blood. “-that was a good hit.” His face was scrunched up again, another swing was coming. “Wait. I think we got off on the wrong foot. Just because my dad’s Dean fucking Winchester you have to be all ‘Hulk Smash!’ and beat the hell out of me? Why don’t we try some non-angry acts, huh Bruce Banner?” A loud sigh came from him as he turned away from you. “For example: there’s no angry way to say bubbles. Maybe that can be our safe word.”

Just as you finished, a sharp object connected with your cheek. You couldn’t You just don’t know when to quit, do ya kid?“ The son of a bitch was bent down in front of you, giving you an intimidating look.

"Never say never. That’s my motto.” Maybe he wasn’t too happy to hear you hadn’t learned when to shut your damn mouth. I mean- it wasn’t 100% that you knew that’s how he felt, but you got a strong feeling when he took the knife from his hand and stuck it all as far as it would go into your thigh.

The loud scream that came from you…you had no control over it.

“Float like a butterfly on fire and sting like a demon with daddy issues.” Between each word was a grunt filled with pain and blood.

“You’re a Winchester-” oh you couldn’t help but cut him off.

“Ten points to Griffindoor. You learn something new everyday.” This time he ignored your remark, realizing him backlashing wouldn’t get him anywhere.

“You’re family were the last ones seen with the demon tablet. Meaning you know where it is.” His words sunk in. There was no way in hell he was letting you out of here alive either way. The tablet was too important, and you’d no doubt run to your dad to tell him to protect it.

“You’re a smart girl. So why don’t you tell me where it is, and we can forget this.”

“Sometimes I use words I don’t understand so I can sound more photosynthesis.” There was no way in hell you were going to tell him where it was.

This was the final straw. Obviously you weren’t about to spill the beans, and he knew that. With both of his hands he tore the top left corner of your shirt, exposing a part of your chest

“You’ve got to at least buy me dinner first.”

Your words were ignored. From the corner of your eye you could see something, a lighter. Shit. Maybe you should’ve kept your mouth shut, as if it were possible.

The pretty perfect lined design on your chest was completely exposed. The second the lighter clicked on you could feel the heat rising near your skin. Then it began.

For a short amount time you held in your screams as the fire burned away at your flesh, ruining the black ink on your skin and disfiguring it at the same time. The scent of burning skin rose to your nostrils.

“Remember that safe word?” Your entire face was sweating, the heat easily continued rising to your face until the lighter clicked off.

“Finally realized what’s good for you?” The smile he wore showed pleasure in winning.

“You can shove it where the sun don’t shine, cupcake.” A wide smile was on your face.

“I wouldn’t be smiling if I were you.” The lighter you had grown to hate clicked on again.

“Why wouldn’t I? My crazy uncle everyone warned you about is behind you.” The second the bastard turned around, Sam drove an angel blade into his chest. “It’s about time you guys got here.” Behind your uncle came a storming and pissed off dad. Dean.

“Mind telling me how the hell you ended up in this little situation?” He was right to put it on you. After all, you’d snuck out to go to a high school party. Being 17 was hard…

“I suck at using nice words and Friday is my second favorite word that starts with an 'F’.” From behind your back, a sharp knife was placed on the bindings holding your hands and sliced upwards to free you. “I would say I’m sorry but- I got the party gene from you”

Cas inspected your body, you told him he wasn’t allowed to come up and “bless you with his grace” randomly. He needed permission from you. Not Sam. Or your dad. But you.

“Overall, she’ll be fine. The burns on her chest will need to be treated and the knife will need to be taken out for the wound to be healed and prevent further damage. But she’ll live.” As always he wore a clean trench coat and his blue tie that you loved to mess with.

“Thanks doctor Cas, but I was thinking about living with the knife in my leg. We’ve kind of become intertwined some might say.” Just as you were finishing your sentence, Dean reached down and yanked it out when you were least expecting it. Cas followed right behind him and healed it so it was closed and wouldn’t bleed.

“Son of a-” your dad hated when you cussed. “bubbles.” Sure your leg hurt, but you weren’t about to be a weakling and rely on people to help you walk.

“Well, there officially no way to deny her as my kid.” Your dad followed behind, along with the rest of the Mystery Gang.

“She’s been a badass and a rebel teen who sneaks out for years now.” Sam just acted un-phased by this, there were too many times he had to bail you out in the past.

“Wait- years?”

That night daddy Dean discovered how much like him you really were. Anddddd you were “grounded” for a good month. As if that stopped you from doing what you wanted.

How would the companions react to heelys?

Another request via friend without tumblr. Fun fact: I own a pair of heelys (thanks high school production of The Little Mermaid).

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Ada: I don’t think robots can heely.

Cait: She fucking loves them. She’s the one doing insane trick and almost breaking her neck half the time. Hancock and Deacon join her most of the time.

Codsworth: He doesn’t necessarily hate them, but he wouldn’t try them and he can’t try them.

Curie: She’s fascinated by them. Though she wouldn’t try them, she finds it amusing to see everyone zip pass her with big grins on their faces.

Danse: He doesn’t really see why they were even a though that someone came up with in the first place. But they are a good source of exercise, that he will admit.

Deacon: Surprisingly he was able to do it perfect of the first try. He had always heard myths of the sacred shoes, and now that he had them he was going to wear the hell out of them.

Dogmeat: He barks whenever people slid by.

Gage: At first ge saw no pointn but wgen he tried them and practiced for a bit he ended up lovimg them. Plus ge was able to go around the park much faster now.

Hancock: “Heely to forget your feelies.”

Longfellow: The things hurt his joint, but he finds them intresting none the less.

Maccready: He got really pissed after falling for the first ten times and hasn’t touched them since.

Nick: He personally isn’t a fan. Plus before the war he had to tell a lot of obnoxious kids that heelys weren’t allowed. Not like they listened though.

Piper: She falls. A lot. She’s still very persistent though.

Preston: Much like Danse, he doesn’t get the point. He’d much rather walk.

Strong: None fit his feet.

X6-88:Hates them. Loves them with a passion and is salty because Father banned them the Institution.

anonymous asked:

I know ppl are asking this a lot and I know it's a lot to ask for but what about hc where jacks and marks egos are in high school Like favorite subjects, relationships, who hates who, why do they get in trouble for idk And u is amazing btw

hell yes high school au yes please 🙌

  • dark: psychology, poetry, rivals with author, tolerates warf and anti, punctual, always dresses his best, probably class president.
  • wilford: journalism, best friends with author, runs the school’s newspaper, knows everything about everyone pretty much, a bit of a fashion icon.
  • author: creative writing, rivals with dark the most, best friends with warf, loves spending time in the library, very brooding. 
  • goog: computer science, robotics, tends to be by himself, spends most of his time in the computer lab, enjoys talking with anti about technological stuff.
  • yandere: culinary, shy af, dark is probably his senpai, loves making food for his friends, enjoys people watching.
  • anti: electronics, video game design, loves to annoy dark, will babble on and on about video games, hosts mario kart nights at his house.
  • schneeplestein: anatomy, german, probably a foreign exchange student, gets a bit hysterical when he gets a ‘b’ on his tests, enjoys seeing marvin’s magic shows.
  • chase: sports management, plays too many sports, always invites everyone to his games, gets along with everyone pretty much, the jock.
  • marvin: drama, theater, loves showing off his magic skills, won the talent show last year, tries his best.
  • jackieboy man: drama, does gymnastics, likes to perform in plays, secretly making his own superhero outfit just in case he gets powers, very outgoing, gets along with chase and wilford.
Not ready.

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From the moment she entered high school all everyone ever talked about was sex. Riley could clearly remember the first time she ever heard it be so casually discussed. She was sitting in the girl’s locker room, lacing up her gym shoes when two other 9th graders walk in. They were not so subtly discussing what they did over the weekend and the smaller of the two, a red head she recognized from her English class, was ecstatic that she had finally “lost hers.”

Once the two girls are out of sight she looks over to Maya and raises her eyebrows, “what did she lose?”

“I’m guessing her virginity.” Maya answers with a nonchalant shrug.

Nothing else was said about it. No further explanations or clarifications. Still, Riley had a hard time believing girls in her grade were already having sex. She was still getting over the fact that her boobs had come in and suddenly she was thrown into this new world where her classmates were having sex and drinking alcohol and she couldn’t help but wonder if her own circle of friends were worrying about the same things too. Better yet, if they were engaging in those activities and just keeping her out of the loop.

That night she couldn’t stop thinking about the overheard conversation from the locker room. So while her mother was stirring the pot of whatever stu she was making, Riley got up the courage to finally ask the question that had been burning a hole in her mind.

“Mom?” She hesitates, staring down at her homework. “Can I ask you something…personal?”

“Sure honey.” Topanga replies, not really giving it much thought. “Feel free to ask me anything you want.”

There’s a bit of silence between them until Riley decides its best to just get it over with. Rip it off like a band aid. “When did you lose your virginity?”

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am i wrong?

so i have a confession
on studyblr, especially with the rise of #studyblr gets real, i notice that i do a thing
i let people believe im dumber than i actually am
why do i do that??
in class, i don’t struggle with anything. im self taught and im first chair clarinet. im everyones favorite student and ive never gotten below a b.
i hate telling people this though! because im so scared of bragging and bringing other people down. it’s so bad that i hate sharing my achievements (like today, i got into one of the top specialized high schools in my city as well as the top arts high school) but i hate telling people about all the good things that happen to me in school. i set high goals bc im an overachiever, and then i achieve them. people call me “Asian” (which pisses me off, because I’m INTELLIGENT and AFRICAN AMERICAN. is that a problem?), “the walking encyclopedia”, and “the computer”.
but i try not to tell people about this, because not everyone is that way despite the fact that everyone i know works their asses off (which is the most important thing)
am i wrong in doing this? should I keep my achievements to myself?

Seasons (Interpreted by a High School Band Kid)
  • *Summer*
  • Everyone else: HELL YEAH! NO SCHOOL! TIME TO TURN UP AND GO TO THE BEACH
  • Me: *Drools over Drum Corps* WHEN DOES BAND START? WOOO BAND CAMP
  • *Fall*
  • Everyone else: Omg. Hoodie weather, cuddle weather, football season c:
  • Me: MARCHING SEASON IS GONNA KICK BRASS. Finally get to wear my band hoodie! Frick yeah. Long bus rides and pep band! Let's eat all the marching tacos and cup of noodles at competitions
  • *Winter*
  • Everyone else: Why tf is it so cold? Guess we'll watch a basketball game or two. I hate the snow.
  • Me: INDOOR SEASON. WGI HERE I COME. *cries bc of all the beautiful shows*
  • *Spring*
  • Everyone else: Well, it's one season closer to summer again.
  • Me: Let's goooooo pre-season! I can't wait to find out what the show theme is! Ahhhh leadership auditions *cries* BAND CAMP CAN'T COME SOONER.
V E R N O N #1: Prom Date

Genre: Fluff, School

Category: Sweet Seventeen

Word Count: 2497 words

A/N: This has been in my drafts for quite sometime now and I finished it just in case i forget! Enjoy~


The ticking of the clock was only sound that filled in your bedroom while the dimmed desktop lamp gave the room a melancholy glow. Your parents were working overtime for the fourth time this week and your two year old brother sounded asleep in the next room. You were getting some studying done and truth be told, you were actually trying to study. For the past hour and a half, you’ve been procrastinating by scrolling through your favourite social media. You looked at the clock hung beside the door and sighed, it was only nine o’clock.

Slouching your back, you made your way to the kitchen and shuffled through the fridge to grab a soda. You nearly dropped your drink when you heard vigourous knocking at your door.

Rolling your eyes, you already knew who it was.

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anonymous asked:

How do you think Eric would be in modern day high school?

(i used my high school for reference)

- he would HATE fidget spinners so much. he’d make sure everyone knew it too. he’d make these long dramatic posts on social media about how stupid people are for buying them and being entertained by them. whenever he saw one on a desk he’d take it and throw it on the floor repeatedly until it broke

- he’d probably make fun of the anime club too idk why

- and he would be a meme lord

- he’d skip all the pep rallies or get drunk before them bc they were too cringe for him to attend

anonymous asked:

I'm an American who's only lived in states where the aoc is 18 but then again I went to high school so I don't really see why people are freaking out. Teens dating each other and one being 18 is not an anomaly. Senior year one of the nicest guys I know in my grade was dating a freshman. They made the cutest couple and went to prom together. As long as the relationship is healthy and everyone is respecting each other then I don't see the problem. But haters gonna hate

tHIS ^^^^^^^

Dance Line opinion ◕‿◕

Please don’t be mad at me for this, this is just pure opinion and no hate whatsoever. I tried to be unbiased as possible. I love each and everyone from Bangtan equally so yes. I do not claim to be an expert in dancing but I can say that I have dance for all of my high school years and I have ALWAYS loved it as much even if I stopped or have inconsistent practices.

Jung Hoseok

I love Hobi’s BODY ROLLS. I have to emphasized that one first because out of the 7 members in this group, Hoseok’s the best in doing it. 

Originally posted by loveshob

Why? Because even if Jungkook and Jimin can pull off a body roll, the only part that moves is the upper part or the chest part of their body. It’s not that I’m complaining, they’re so hot anyway. Hobi’s body roll moves to the extent of his pelvis or lower part. It can be seen in the video, Boy Meets Evil. Bruh, his moves are just perfect.

Originally posted by morekpopmore

It’s precise, in fact it’s so precise, the effort and time exerted are noticeable. He put a lot of work in dancing this piece. We all know that of course because of all his practice videos in vlive called “BTS Hope On The Street”.

Originally posted by hoshikio

Hobi isn’t their dance manager for no reason. A very stable dancer, knows his ground and is the best. He has the biggest movements but performs them effortlessly. He enjoys the dance more than anyone else. Remember that dance battle in AHL? His moves are in sync with the beat of the song. The expressions in his face were brilliant. Everything was on freaking point. 

Originally posted by hobi-bts

Before debuting, Hobi was in an underground street dance crew named Neuron. Hobi’s strengths in dancing are popping and and a sub-genre of popping which is boogaloos, whenever freestyling he always showcase those. 

Originally posted by catbugmp3

Don’t sleep on Jung Hoseok’s talents. He is passionate, hardworking and confident. He was literally born to perform and shine ten times brighter than the sun. Kidding, but not kidding. This guy deserves all the appreciation he deserves. Not to mention all the times I had to rethink why Jimin’s my bias because Hobi needs to chill. Like seriously boi, stop ruining my bias list. : )

Originally posted by btsgifdump

Park Jimin

A dancer needs to have a well coordinated body, Jimin is a good example for this. Maybe because he studied contemporary or maybe because he’s just flexible but these factors are why Jimin moves like the dancer he is now. Smooth and impactful. Eye-catching even.

Originally posted by cute-pale

But like really, can we talk about Jimin’s genres in dancing? This boy does modern dance and does hip-hop too. He knows contemporary as well but can freaking do popping and locking. For those who don’t know, these genres are completely far and completely different from each other in the basis of fluidity, speed and control. Modern is more natural to the body, steps are more flowing however, Hip-hop is more explosive, more energy is needed.

Originally posted by xminenex

When they guested at Idol Party, they talk about Jimin dancing like a dust in the choreography of Spring Day. To be very honest, it is really relaxing to watch Jimin perform. However, Jimin’s solo “Lie” was often mistaken to be a contemporary dance.

Originally posted by doona-baes

Some steps are, but the dance is considered to be hip-hop in a way because his moves are sharper and more controlled. People! Watch his dance moves, not just his hair or his face or his thighs and please stop looking for his abs. Jimin is so much more than that.

Originally posted by k-popsquad

I believe that Jimin is kind of underrated when it comes to people in the fandom comparing him with Jungkook and truthfully, I also believe that Jimin is objectively better than Jungkook. Why? Because Jimin’s dance are full of soul and raw emotions. I’m not saying this because he’s my bias but man, his flow is honestly the best in the dance line. 

Originally posted by itsvanillish

Jimin’s strengths are his musicality and well as I said from above, his fluidity. When freestyling, he listens to the beat carefully before dancing. And when dancing, Jimin is clean and can execute dance moves neatly. I need Jimin to be recognized more for his talents and not just his sex appeal. JHope and Jungkook might have hit the moves harder than Jimin could but honestly, these strengths makes him a more versatile dancer than the rest of the dance line.

Originally posted by sugeydarlyn

I might have been a little biased but for all I know, I’m just speaking of the truth here. 

Jeon Jeongguk

Jungkook is known to the k-pop world as the “Golden Maknae” because he can dance, rap, sing and is a part of the visual line. Hell boi, where is Jungkook failing? He’s great at everything he does. He’s even athletic and funny. A certified boyfriend material.

Originally posted by jayfatuasian

Jungkook is a very powerful dancer. When I say powerful, it really is full of power. I have to stress that one out. I swear to God, he has big movements and dances confidently at all times. He always do those facial expressions to the camera because he knows. Whenever he dance, his charms are popping. His expressions are showing even though a lot of energy are exerted into his moves.

Originally posted by nnochu

The thing about Jungkook that amazes me the most is that he matches every beat powerfully. Every move is solid. Manly, is definitely the right term and the right trait to describe it. Jungkook is the type of person in which his charisma is showing even when he’s not doing anything, but whenever he dances, oh boy let us all wait for death. Just like when he danced Manolo.

Originally posted by hereifangirl

Another one of Jungkook’s strength is that he centers well. In every dance video of BTS, we can obviously say that Jungkook is always in the middle of a choreography and is always in the front line. 

Originally posted by bangtanbighit

For Jungkook’s background in dancing, When he danced for Mnet auditions, Bang PD-nim said that he had no emotions while dancing. So he went to America to train and learn different styles in dancing, namely, Urban Style, Female Dancing Style, Powerful Dances, and many more from famous choreographers. 

Originally posted by fuckindestruction

AND ONE MORE THING, JUNGKOOK’S FOOTWORK IN BEGIN. Oh my God, where do I even begin? Kidding. I’m so lame.  WATCH IT NOW. CLICK THIS NOW. Y’all need to appreciate this masterpiece. 

Originally posted by jeonbbyboy

Lastly, I want you. People. To appreciate the pressure of the title Golden Maknae to Jungkook. It’s not easy if people are always expecting you to do something perfectly. Like all the time. So, yeah.

That’s mostly it but before I end this. I just want to point out this person.

Kim Taehyung

Originally posted by jjks

Tae has the most intense facial expressions while dancing. I just want you all to notice how much of himself he is when he’s dancing and basically how he can change his personality. A. LOT. 

That’s all bye. 

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

Kisses On The Necks Of "Best Friends"

Prompt: Not requested. You and pre hiatus Patrick are best friends and you decide to use each other to lose your virginities not knowing you’re in love with each other

Word Count: 3,311

Pairing: Patrick x Reader

Reader: Female

A/N: omfg the ending is so weird but idk how to write endings lol

Everyone on TV loses their virginity at 16 and all your friends have done just about the same, thus making you feel like a total loser for being almost 18-a senior in high school-and still a virgin. Your best friend, Patrick, still is as well so you don’t feel completely lame because he’s gorgeous and kind and smart and yet he’s never even kissed anyone. So there isn’t anything wrong with you, it’s just hard to fuck someone when you’re in love without someone else. Patrick, you’re in love with Patrick, you just haven’t told him or anyone else.

Of course somehow you get it into your head that losing your virginity will help you move on from Patrick so you end up making out with some asshole at a party. He tastes like cheep beer and menthols, his hands feel unwelcome on your skin but you let him touch, waiting for him to take you upstairs. He doesn’t get the chance, someone pulls you away and you’re stumbling through the crowd of drunken idiots and out into the hot nearly summer air. It’s dark but the heat isn’t letting up, not even a breeze and you glare over at…Patrick?

“What did you do that for?” You ask, not sounding nearly as annoyed as you wanted to. You can’t remember what the guy you were with looked like, much less his name. You hope he doesn’t ask.

“You looked uncomfortable and I know that isn’t like you,” He explains. He looks nervous, he always does at parties, he doesn’t fit in and everyone knows it.

“You don’t get to pick who I kiss, Patrick.” You wish he did, maybe then he’d pick himself.

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Bullies aka Bowlsquad

I’m sure everyone now knows of the bowlsquad filling the roofie side of the tcc with complete cancer, and I’m here in an editorial way to share why exactly they are cancer.
This is a mean girls situation, bringing us all back to high school even though these girls are claiming to be in their twenties🙄 ‘calling out’ people as if they are better than everyone else.
These girls are bullies and should not be trusted for the simple hypocrisy of their actions, are you ready for this shit 'storm’?

These girls claim to be against anon hate, when they all are involved in a blog called tcc-confessions which hates on blogs and talks about fucking killers, usual there.
The girls also hate when people spread bullshit which makes me laugh hard because these girls will be like “NEW DYLANN NEWS OMFF WE KNOW CAT ROOFS NAME, DYLANN DOES THIS, MORGAN SAID THAT” in order to get attention, dragging it out until no one gives a fuck about the actual news

In conclusion, these girls are fucking gutter trash who need to grow the fuck up. They are the reason people hate the TCC and leave the TCC, your bullying isn’t fucking welcome here. Go suck each other’s clits in your groupchat and leave your cancerous posts out of the Dylann Roof tag. Peace out cunts

the signs about their bias
  • aries: they must be protected i will beat anyone's ass that dare say shit about them i swear rn
  • taurus: EVERYONE!!! LOOK AT MY CHILD!!! i love them they are my baby omg
  • gemini: OMG I HATE THEMMM THEY ARE THE UGLIESTTTT send me more pics i love them kms
  • cancer: I AM SCREAMINGGGGGG i love them so much i am shedding tears agjhcjobjkhbj
  • leo: how cute would we look together tho like... we'd be so cute i need them in my life asap
  • virgo: why yes ik their birthday their real name their hometown their blood type their debut date and time their friends from high school their home address their mothers maiden name
  • libra: *bias does something* AHHHHHHHHHHH *posts on social media* *calls up every person they know* AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
  • scorpio: why are they so HOT why are they so PERFECT they make me wanna SIIIINNNNN
  • sagittarius: I JUST WANT TO BE THEIR BFF I JUST WANNA CHILL WITH THEM TBH IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK
  • capricorn: I HAVE NO STORAGE BUT I CANT BRING MYSELF TO DELETE ANY PICS OF MY LOVE
  • aquarius: *has hella merch and always wants more. probably writes or reads lots of fanfic too*
  • pisces: i aM THE BIGGEST TRASH I WANT THEM TO HIT ME WITH A CAR IT WOULD HURT LESS

When I was a child, shit, maybe four or five I was at Lake Fork in East Texas with my Paw paw. I stood on the edge of the lake in overgrown grass. I wore khaki shorts and a stripped shirt. I can’t remember my shoes.

I had a shitty yellow fishing pole made of plastic. I’m not sure if he wanted to teach me a lesson about life that day. That pole was shit. It couldn’t catch a fish if you threw it to the numbers.

The sun two-stepped off the crescent waves of the water. Years after this story, there was a drought in Texas that nearly bled it dry. I guess water is like plants. No frontal lobe, but an understanding of what it needs to survive. How to continue if it doesn’t.

He was a country boy who grew up on a farm in Buffalo, Texas. Broke as fuck and wound up owning his own business. Buying a house. Cadillacs. Being a Father. A True Man of God who loved Everyone and taught me how to do the same. I never go to church anymore, and sometimes people piss me off. I look at the stars and I wonder how we got here and just what our purpose is. Why we hate each other for no reason.

Why the fuck is life after High School never leaving High School?

Pawpaw knew better than to trust me with that shitty rod. Yellow was my favorite color. I liked the Summer. I guess Apollo has been asking me to pay attention to him for sometime now. Maybe he wanted some prayers. We could all use them from time to time. Even God’s. Especially Gods.

Pawpaw just stood there with the winning smile on his face. His skin wasn’t as wrinkled as I remember it. He stood there, smiling, watching, waiting.

It happened. I was staring at the sun through the waves. Poseidon got pissed or something. Water is cool and all but come on y'all. The. Sun.

So Poseidon sends the fish I never saw but felt. I was daydreaming about something. Half of my memories are bumping into trash cans, closed doors, random stumbling-strangers because I’m so occupied with my thoughts I’m just not here. I’m there.

I was brought from the other there to there, back then, when that fish yanked that shity pole out of my Freudian hands into the depths of a Lake I saw many times after.

I never saw that pole again.
Grandpa did what Grandpas do.
Torches are passed.
Women suffer the most. They are never pretty enough or smart enough or strong enough for anything. They bury lovers and other pieces of themselves along the way. That’s all bullshit, but it’s the cross we made for them.

The Women in my life taught me how to hold open doors, when to buy flowers, why dressing nice is important sometimes,
how to apologize, who to bring home, where to find the words when I see grey clouds in irises, and how important it is to stand in the rain when you find there is nothing to say..

Paw paw got caught by a fish one day. He was day dreaming about his farm. About taking me to the deer lease. Taking me to
the lake,
my fourth birthday when I was so sick
I laid in his lap and my friends played
min-golf and no one really gave a shit
but Paw paw did.

He got caught by the fish that swallows us all. Our spirits are bait for the monsters of our bodies. We are indestructible otherwise.

Nana taught me that after carrying her cross. Birthing three women to carry their crosses in this world. Spending hours on make-up and going to a beauty salon to make my Paw paw smile. She never saw him smile over the paper during unmake-upped saturday morning coffee like I did.

She buried him and I carried him with cousins and my brother to a quiet place that he would sit and feed squirrels if he had the life left.

I feel his hands tighten mine in job interviews when I shake firmly.

I smell him in the aisle at HEB with Brut aftershave.

I taste him in Coffee.

I see his spirit pinballing
around Orion

I hear him tell me to pray when I should.

I never do. I see his ghost every night and sometimes he doesn’t have the smile that taught me so much and I just tell him

I’m trying.

—  Bryan Grissom-Fishing

anonymous asked:

I don't really understand why everyone hates Ein. Yes I get in high school he chose Daniel as the omega but he kind of deserves it. Those three were some of the others wolves that picked on him for being the omega. If it weren't for Aphmau they still would of picked on him. The whole future thing I guess I understand but like, I think he is a pretty awesome character. I still really like his high school character.

I can’t really speak for anyone because I really like Ein. Like not just the sweet side of Ein from high school, I like the current Ein. I just really love characters who seem so caring and kind, then reveal themselves as absolute psychopaths, I think they’re awesome. I feel like most people don’t like him in PDH because they know what he really is, but hey, what do I know.

anonymous asked:

What do you think of the article "Why I Hate ‘Cardcaptor Sakura’ (and you can, three!)"?

Is it this one? It’s been a while since I saw CCS and I didn’t watch it in detail, so I can’t really debate on specific examples. However, I disagree on principle that there is one way to be a young girl. Not everyone is high-energy play-all-the-time in elementary school; I certainly wasn’t. (It’s interesting that the standard of comparison for a “believable” child character is Calvin from Calvin and Hobbes, a male character, though this may be tangential.) I really like the quiet atmosphere and slow pace of the show. The characters don’t have to be constantly active to be childlike, as Sakura’s juvenile obliviousness and insecurity demonstrates. 

And as you may already know I cannot abide by anyone calling Meiling’s subplot “pointless.” #MeilingDeservesBetter2k17