this just had to exist

this website is honestly….. like the worst. my Witcher drawings from a while ago for some reason got hijacked by porn blogs and now they keep getting reblogged by these blogs adding their links to whatever dark nasty fuckhole they’re promoting and it’s like what the fuck why

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she had the world || panic! at the disco

  • lena: oh i forgot to mention, my ex is in town this week.
  • kara: really? i'd love to meet her!
  • lena: uh i think you mean "him"
  • kara: wait...him?? but you're-
  • lena: a raging lesbian? true, but the network doesn't seem to realize this

I have a nibling who is not even two and has a model toy of the Endeavor space shuttle that he calls “my plane” when he plays with it. He loves it. And today we went to the California Science Center see the ACTUAL Endeavor space shuttle and I tell you what-

that kid lost his goddamn mind. It was the ACTUAL BEST. 

Cool fact about kids: they are small and dumb and they don’t know anything.

Like, for instance, their life experience gives them no reason to know that their toys are often based on actual things that exist.

It took him a while to realise the shuttle was even there because- protip about space shuttles: they are freaking huge. So like it didn’t even really register to him as an object? It was too big, it just seemed like the ceiling? But he saw the photos on the wall and he saw the gift shop and he was looking all around like “MY PLANE! MY PLANE!” because his toy “plane” was on every single thing. Models. Shirts. Mugs. Plushies. Books. This was a whole warehouse dedicated just to his plane, and that would have been amazing enough. Except, also, the actual life-size real has-been-to-space thing was there too. 

So eventually we got him to look up at the actual shuttle like, “yeah, look! There it is! It’s your plane, and it’s REALLY BIG” and when he finally took it in he literally screamed and I swear I thought for a second he was gonna die right there “IT’S BIG. MY PLANE MY PLANE MY PLANE” (looking at all the other people in the science center, pointing at a NASA space shuttle, shouting “MY PLANE!” like the actual proudest person in the world who just willed an entire spacecraft into existence).

Anyway I had a migraine for most of the day, but I’m still super glad I went out because it was totally worth it.

“Yuuri, you’re the old married broad here,” Phichit chuckles, angling the rim of his glass in his direction. From the sides, Guang-Hong and Leo let out a choir whoop, and Seung-gil arches his eyebrows encouragingly.

Yuuri just shakes his head fondly and nips distractedly at the straw of his piña colada. They’re having a boys night, Phichit said, no husbands and boyfriends allowed. Not that anyone actually listened. He can see Guang-Hong and Leo’s linked hands from the other side of the table. The buzz of alcohol is already under his skin, and he almost regrets telling Viktor not to come.

Phichit dips a fry into his cosmopolitan and chews for a little, a knowing smile curving his lips. Like he knows exactly what he’s thinking about. He probably does. “How’s Viktor?”

Yuuri pauses, ponders for a moment. He left Viktor cuddled up on the couch with Makkachin, and the scene was so cozy he almost decided to stay with them. “Well,” he starts, a little embarrassedly “last week he was supposed to buy gas, but instead he bought novelty cookie cutters.”

Seung-gil nods like that’s a perfectly respectable choice to make, but Yuuri doesn’t see it because he’s looking at his clasped hands on the table, a smitten expression painted on his face. “Now everything we eat is shaped like a dinosaur,” he recalls, and laughs a little. Who knew you could literally shape anything.

Phichit whips out his phone just in time to catch him smiling vaguely at his glass, and Viktor gets a video of Yuuri whispering intently “He’s amazing” just before blushing self consciously and sputtering excuses.

The caption is just a row of cookie and drink emojis. The next morning, Viktor calls his legal to include Phichit in his last will.

pros and cons of being pansexual

pros

-so many dating options 

-everyone is attractive

-so. many. hot. people.

-not worrying about having to change gender or pronouns in song lyrics

-being free to date who you like

-not being restricted by gender

- the sense of relief when you finally find a label you identify with

-being part of the lgbtq+ community

-sometimes when you come out you’re also educating people about it and idk it’s really nice to hear people saying ‘oh i didn’t know about that. wow that’s really cool’

-the pan flag is really aesthetically pleasing??

cons

-everyone is attractive

- ‘so you like pans lol?’

- people not taking you seriously

-no one knowing what pansexual is

- ‘so you’re bisexual’

-being afraid to come out to some family members because the term is a relatively new thing and they could react badly

- ‘that’s not a thing’

- people assuming you want to date them ??

- being excluded by some parts of the lgbtq+ community because apparently you’re not queer enough??

- not being taken seriously

- some straight people will make fun of you, especially when you come out

-coming out

-the pan jokes

There were 3,189 days between the releases of Persona 4 and Persona 5

When Persona 4 came out:

-George W Bush was still President of The United States

-Smartphones were a new emerging technology

-Blockbuster, Circuit City, and Borders were still in bussiness

-Uber, Instagram, and Tinder had not yet been invented

-Same sex marriage was only legal in Connecticut and Massachusetts

-The fifth book of ASOIAF, A Dance With Dragons, had not yet been published

-GTA IV had just come out

-The great recession had yet to happen

-Atari still existed

-THQ still existed

-Hideo Kojima had just finished MGS4 and was hoping that this would finally be the last game of the series

-The Dark Knight Rises was a week away from release

-Marvel Studios had just struck gold with commercial success of the Iron Man Movie

-John Riccitiello had just been rehired by Electronic Arts and was hard at work transforming the company and it’s to a new frontier known as “Play Now, Pay Later”

-Business Tycoon Donald Trump endorsed Hillary Clinton for President

BNHA Light Novel No.2 Trans

Chapter 4, AB Union: A Girls Only Gathering Part 2

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t/n this has to be my favourite part of the chap, everyone talking about the boys and their boyfriend potentialness lol ahhh <3 p.s sorry if this a little short of a part!

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So I was looking through Rainbow’s goodreads questions and…

… am I missing something? Has she mentioned this screenplay before? Or is this the other big secret announcement that she hasn’t told us about yet? 

Parallels

Originally posted by donewithjeon

 Taehyung x Reader

soulmate au, angst, sort of historical au?

 5.1K words

If there was one thing you were certain of, it was that the purpose or your existence was to love Kim Taehyung, and his was to love you. Throughout countless lifetimes the two of you have longed for each other, but just like parallel lines, though your souls always seemed to be travelling in the same direction, it was impossible that they could ever meet and become one.

Author’s Note: This was inspired by the Fallen series which I read when I was like 12 lmao


You were no longer sure who, or where, you had been the very first time you laid your eyes on Kim Taehyung.

So many lifetimes blurred together into one, your existence was so scattered throughout time you had begun to lose track of it.  But in each life, no matter who you were, regardless of whether you lived a life of luxury or one of extreme poverty, he was always there. Your existences were irreversibly intertwined.

You didn’t know why. You didn’t know how. You had no clue if there were others in the world who lived through multiple existences, or if any of them remembered each individual life the way you did. In no life had you ever dared ask, for fear of sounding crazy or being whisked away to the closest asylum.

In some lives you were close to him. In a few, you even grew up as childhood friends. You remembered those lives more clearly than most. One in particular that you remembered with a shocking clarity was England in the 1600s. Your family lived on and ran a small farm out in a tiny rural village. It had been a tough life, getting up at the brink of dawn every morning and not returning from the fields until the sun finally dropped behind the earth, but the hard work paid off and there was always a sufficient amount of food. You could still feel the wonderful sensation of the cool, crisp early morning air against your skin, even now.

Taehyung’s family had owned a bakery and every morning, just as you set out to work the fields, his mother would send him round to deliver bread in exchange for milk.

Even from a young age, you’d felt the pull towards him, that feeling which was now so painfully familiar. He was like a magnet, he could only be resisted for so long before you had no choice but to give in.

For some reason, you’d thought in that life that perhaps things would be different, perhaps it wouldn’t end in the same fashion that all the others had. You were no longer sure what had caused you to think this, maybe getting to spend so long by his side had lured you into a false sense of safeness. You weren’t as foolish now as you had been then. You’d learnt the hard way that there were never any exceptions.

You still dreamt about that life sometimes. You dreamt about the way the long honey coloured strands of wheat matched his eyes and the sound of his laughter getting caught between trees in the nearby forest as you played together. But more vividly, you were haunted by the shy, gentle first touch of your lips to his, you were tormented by that fleeting moment of happiness that had existed just before everything crumbled away to dust.

In other lives, however, Kim Taehyung was painfully out of reach. One of you would be of a much higher status than the other, meaning any attraction you felt was forbidden. You could recall a few lives where you ended up being born into a wealthy family and Taehyung had been employed by your family in some way. He had once been a gardener, and another time a cook, and you were fairly sure he had also been a stable boy at some point. But you hated those lives the most. Any interaction with him was dialled down to a minimum and it made your chest ache awfully. Those lives were made of nothing but longing glances and sad smiles.

Kim Taehyung never seemed to remember you. Unlike you, he seemed blissfully unaware of the fact that he had lived hundreds of times before, and that you had been present in each and every one of those existences.

Needless to say, it was heartbreaking to look into the eyes of the man you’d loved for centuries and for him to have absolutely no clue who you were. But it was even more heartbreaking to watch as he fell hopelessly in love with you. The dreadful cycle was doomed to repeat over and over, possibly for eternity.

Because the two of you could never be together.

In every life, without fail, the first kiss with Kim Taehyung was also always the last. You’d spent so many days and nights in complete anguish, wondering why the two of you had been cursed with such a cruel fate.

Because after every first kiss with Kim Taehyung, your body would burst into flames.

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