this was the hardest shit to color but

anonymous asked:

not to offend you but do you only hate larries because you picture yourself with harry? and i scrolled through your page and it literally seems like you have this whole idea that you and harry are gonna end up together and i dont care about that but how come larries are delusional for thinking larry might be together but its totally normal for you to think that harry is gonna end up with you. sounds a bit homophobic if you ask me .

I really tried to ignore this, simply because I’m trying my absolute hardest not to give shits like you the attention you so desperately crave. But wow, I really, really could not ignore this one.

1. To insinuate that I only hate Larries because I picture myself is comical and completely delusional in the following ways:

  • I hate Larries because they stomp around with their big bad blogs and their screenshots from seven years ago, thinking that they can treat people like utter shit because they swear up and down Harry and Louis still wear certain colors because they’re closeted.
  • I hate Larries because they have accused a young mother of faking the pregnancy of her child, the birth of her child, and the existence of her child and have tortured her to no end about the subject. 
  • I hate Larries because they have invaded the privacy of the Tomlinson family (and any extensions thereof) and the Styles family (and any extensions thereof) innumerable times over the past seven years and have not felt one drop of remorse for it.
  • I hate Larries because they think they love Louis and Harry more than anyone in the fandom, when if they actually loved either one of them, they would leave them the fuck alone and not spread their malevolent propaganda whenever they saw fit. You have damn near ruined the lives of everyone associated to them. You have pushed people away from them. You have made them explain why their friend of a friend of a friend may be getting “LARRY IS REAL!” comments on their picture of a dinner they had in 2013. You have embarrassed them. You have made them apologize for something they want nothing to be apart of.
  • I hate Larries because well, fuck, how many times does Louis himself have to say that Larry isn’t real and it’s not okay for Larries to act the way they do. How. many. times? He’s not saying it because management told him to - he’s not saying it because he’s being forced into a contract he can’t get out of - he’s saying it because it’s not fucking real and it’s not fucking okay.
  • I hate Larries because of messages like this. Messages that insinuate that I’m homophobic for running a blog about Harry that has nothing to do with him ending up with Louis. You would love if I were homophobic, wouldn’t you? I have never, ever - not once - said anything remotely homophobic, and you can search my blog with a goddamn microscope. Which I’m sure you will, because you dedicate your life to blowing up the tiniest nuance and disgustingly spin it into your own alternative truth. I think you’re getting too big for your britches there, babe. And no, didn’t “ask you” - nobody did. Why would we?

2. When have I ever - and I truly mean ever - said with any seriousness that I will end up with Harry? Unlike you, I am under no illusion about who Harry will end up with. I know he will not end up with me, and I have never been shy about saying it. I will joke around, just like everyone else does on this site, about being with him. That’s the fun part of it all. Until, of course, trash bags like you come from whichever part of the internet you’ve crawled out from beneath to ruffle the feathers of the sane ones by insinuating we’re anything but.

3. And, not to offend you, but remove yourself from my blog. Immediately. You are a cretin and you need to fuck off.

No one agrees where The First came from… though the story goes he appeared in the skies when the sun first rose above the land.  

For WHATEVER reason, Geoff gave me the hardest time. I’ve never redrawn one picture so many times before - whether it was his clothes, his pose, his cape, the background - and don’t even get me started on the colors of the border. This easily could have been done last week, BUT. That’s all apart of living, right? RIGHT. But here he is, and I’m relatively happy with how he turned out ;P 

King Michael | King Ray | King Geoff | King Gavin | King Jack | King Ryan

More Important

Submitted by: @mamapeterson (I really hope it’s not shit and that y’all like it…personal shit and what not…)

*Warning!!! *Depression and mentions of attempted suicide* Do not read if this might upset you!*


Dean was home early. Earlier than you had originally expected.

‘Great.’ You thought to yourself as you heard his loud hurried footsteps on the stairs. He must have read your note that you left him on the kitchen counter.

Not a moment later he kicked down the bathroom door, small wooden splinters flying in the air at the force he used, which also caused you to jump and drop the large white pill bottle out of your hand.

Slowly you turned around and faced Dean. His face held numerous emotions. Fear, panic, relief, and now you could see slight anger growing in his eyes as tears cascaded down them,  “What the hell are you doing Y/N?!”

“I-I…you aren’t supposed to be home yet…”

“Well it’s a good thing I came home when I did! I was going to surprise you but…I come home to that note downstairs instead.” He sighed out your name as he carefully reached out to grab your hand, moving to seat you on the side of the tub while he takes the floor. “Baby…what’s-what’s going on? Why do you feel the need to do this? You know this isn’t an option, right? We can work this out…together. You just have to let me help you.”

You had started to cry while he gently spoke to you and stroked your hand with his thumb, “I’m t-too broken D-Dean…you don’t really love me, you say you do but I know it’s all just pity for the poor girl who has no one. I’m just broken.” You repeated that phrase like it was your life’s mantra.

“I don’t care.” Dean’s teary eyes were trained on you as his voice cracked under the heavy weight of emotion. “I don’t care if you’re broken, do you think I’m the most stable person on this planet? Cause I sure the hell ain’t sweetheart.” He moved to sit up on his knees so that his face could be closer to yours, “And Y/N don’t you dare for one second think that I don’t really love you. You’re more important than anything else to me. I love you with my whole being and if only you could see how much you mean to me through my eyes you would understand. It’s not pity, baby, it’s true love.”

He tucked a piece of hair behind your ear and kissed you on the forehead, “It’s just your mind telling you shit and you can’t always listen to what it has to say. I’ll always be here to talk it out so you don’t think you have to resort to this-” Dean points to the white tiled floor with the multi-colored pills lying across it, “-ever again. Okay? Are you gonna let me help you?”

At that point you were trying your hardest to keep your cool while he spoke but right after he finished, it’s like the whole dam broke. You threw yourself into his arms and started sobbing, “I’m s-sorry…I-I’m so sorry!”

Dean held you tight against him and let you cry it all out, he was even crying himself. “Sshhh it’s okay, just don’t ever scare me like that again. I don’t know what I would have done if I found yo-” Dean shook his head and tried to level out his breathing, he had to stay strong for you, “But I didn’t and we’re going to get you the help that you need. Come on now, let’s go lie down in bed.”

He felt you nod against his shoulder and then picked you up, walking you over to the bed. Ever so gently laying you down, he got in beside you and never let you out of his sight or his grasp for the rest of the night. Well except to go get the pizza from the delivery boy and to also flush all of those pills down the toilet; that inevitable circumstance to what you were planning still looming over his head as he crawled back into the bed with you.

You had quite the challenge ahead of you but as long as you worked through it together, with him, you knew you were going to be okay.

Forget all this shit about Sprites, recolors, crowns, coins, and boxes. I wanna lay down some real fuckin’ salt that’s been bothering me for a YEAR.

So. We have Baldwin, right? And you can brew funny off-color versions of a few battlestones, right? Well why the frick-frack paddy-whack give-a-dog-a-BONE isn’t there a fucking stupid off-color version of Eliminate? Arguably the most sought after, hardest to attain fucking dumbass stone in this game because of how stats and the coli works? Like, it’s a NECESSITY and it’s so expensive now? It’s going for as much as 3 tert genes for fuck’s sake. What happened to it being only 70-90k?

I’m fine with people selling shit and getting money, but a stone this important (that has the drop rate of a fucking meteorite) is so hard for newer users (not me fam i’ve been here since the early access) and like?? it makes trying to train dragon’s in the coli a fucking chore because you get to a certain level that NEEDS eliminate for scratch-elim and?? you have to shell out literally 1mil to get 3 elims for 3 dragons?

i just don’t fucking get it. we can brew literally the other basic, important stone in Baldwin. Why not Eliminate? Seriously. It’s stupid.

a/n: because of this new song i’ve discovered today, i actually plotted this headcanon and wrote it out in three hours. i know, i know. yet another zombie apocalypse – i can’t help it!!!! but this is going to have a fluff twist to it, i hope. enjoy please?!

jikook; zombie apocalypse au + your world’s black and white until you meet your soulmate au. side taegi (only mentioned).

no warnings because it’s sort of fluffy, i think. 


  • Frankly speaking, Jimin’s forgotten about the fairytale dream everyone once had before the apocalypse hit. Right before the mutated genes started infesting everyone and turning them into the undead, everyone had been so fixated over finding the one.
  • The idea’s nothing but a dumb one right now to Jimin but back then — it had been something beautiful to look forward to, to be able to meet your soulmate who’s going to actually bring colors to your life (literally in this case).
  • Then the apocalypse hit, and Jimin’s already black and white world got even duller.
  • The once beautiful dream left everyone’s mind, or at least for Jimin’s, because he’s not going stick around and picture the day he will finally meet his soulmate when he has other things to worry about constantly (to make sure every day isn’t his last, to make sure he has food, to make sure no one spots him because humans are actually starting to fight each other for ammunitions now).
  • The idea’s only put back to his mind when Jimin finally finds people he trusts enough to travel with — Yoongi and Taehyung who actually risked their lives to save a stranger like him the first time they met — Taehyung’s always the chatterbox, filling up silences in between them whenever they have to take long walks so to reach somewhere safe.
  • Taehyung talks about Yoongi’s soulmate sometimes (if Jimin’s surprised that Taehyung isn’t, he doesn’t show that he is).
  • Yoongi was halfway through the woods with Taehyung when he saw someone lying on the ground, dirty with mud and blood with his eyes slowly losing life due to the wound that’s bleeding profusely. Taehyung had approached the stranger then, already drawing a dagger out to put the other into peace and to prevent him from turning into a walker.
  • Yoongi hadn’t said anything then, but he stopped Taehyung, only because he wanted to be the one. It was only a week after that Yoongi admitted to Taehyung about his soulmate who he had met for less than fifteen minutes. The colors surfaced as quickly as they left with his soulmate’s last breath.
  • Jimin thinks his soulmate is dead already, by now.
  • He’s wrong.
  • Yoongi picked the lock of a cabin they had thought to be empty as they tried to hide away from walkers who were starting to follow them after Taehyung accidentally dropped the cans of food he found from the neighborhood in his latest supply run, the sounds attracting quite a number of them over. The instant Yoongi managed to open the door, all of them shoved themselves into the cabin, ready to sigh a loud breath out in relief until Taehyung hears the safety of a gun unclipped.
  • Yoongi’s fast to react, immediately whipping his own gun out to point at the stranger who’s literally glaring at them, letting them know that their presence’s more than just unappreciated. The tension lingers thickly in the air as Taehyung gulps visibly, knowing Yoongi’s definitely ready to shoot if any of them is in danger (so let alone now when Taehyung’s the one the gun’s pointed at) and remains oblivious to the way Jimin’s frame stiffens after a brief eye contact with the younger male.
  • “Don’t shoot, hyung. Lower your gun.” Jimin glances over and presses Yoongi’s gun down himself when the other doesn’t listen. “Hyung, don’t.”
  • “Jimin, what are you doing? He’s going to—”
  • “He’s not going to shoot.”
  • “How do you know?”
  • Jimin can’t find it within himself to answer, and simply glances back to the younger male who eventually lowers at his own gun just to look at his own hands, as if in awe. Taehyung and Yoongi exchange a confused look briefly, but Jimin understands. Of course he does.
  • He’s seeing colors.
  • “My name’s Jimin.” Jimin says quietly after a long while, and proceeds to step closer to the younger male despite Taehyung’s protests. The other doesn’t seem like he’s going to raise his gun any time soon, he just seems… confused, really confused.
  • “This doesn’t mean anything.”
  • Jimin agrees, but he can’t say this isn’t the reason why he convinced Yoongi later to let a stranger who pointed a gun at them to follow them. They never allowed people to tag along with them anymore after almost losing their lives over people who ultimately only cared for their own survivals — but whoever this person is… he’s not just anybody.
  • He’s actually Jimin’s soulmate (god, just by registering that alone is so fucking weird).
  • Jimin doesn’t tell Taehyung and Yoongi anything about it, simply keeping that odd status a secret because they can’t even behave naturally around each other. Jimin’s pretty sure soulmates fall in love with each other immediately or something and yet with his very own soulmate, everything’s pretty much the opposite. The only thing Jimin’s known so far about him even after spending weeks with him is his name. Jeon Jungkook.
  • It’s a weird thing knowing this is the person that’s actually meant for you when you barely even know him. What first seemed like a romantic idea before the apocalypse only becomes a bizarre one to him now as he cares for Jungkook’s wellbeing (because the colors have to say something) and yet he doesn’t even feel close to him.
  • But things just happen naturally (maybe this is why they are soulmates). It’s hard to not open up to someone who you’re slowly spending every day with, going through life or death situations and taking risks together. It does something, it does a lot. Not just to him, but Jungkook even smiles at Taehyung’s jokes now and shares little stories about him to Yoongi.
  • Now whenever they take a small break, Jungkook sits himself beside Jimin and that alone is strangely comforting enough. They just sit with their shoulders pressed together, fingers almost brushing. It’s not close enough for them to lace together, it’s too soon, but Jimin’s slowly forgetting since when the idea starts to be something he doesn’t feel so awkward over anymore.
  • But maybe here’s the thing why Jimin had been so hesitant to get close to Jungkook. Maybe he knows Jungkook’s supposed to mean something, and that maybe he knows he’s supposed to give a shit if anything’s going to happen. He’s afraid of losing, too afraid and the afternoon Jungkook actually got shot by a group of people who was trying to raid their food and weapons when he’s trying to protect Yoongi, everything hits.
  • He’s scared shitless just at the thought of losing Jungkook. Just a year simply isn’t enough — he’s not supposed to lose his soulmate just like that.
  • So he doesn’t abandon Jungkook even if the other’s almost too heavy for him to carry alongside with his other bags, and blinks back tears as he tries to think of ways to patch Jungkook’s wounds and find Yoongi and Taehyung who were forced to take a different route with them when trying to escape the gun fire that got way too messy.
  • He’s going to survive, Jungkook’s not going to die on him — Jimin’s going to save him.
  • Jungkook’s consciousness is literally fading in and out by the time Jimin’s piggybacking him (more like just dragging him, because Jungkook’s boots are just scrapping the ground) across a shallow river, and Jimin realizes — so are the colors he’s looking at. He’s almost losing Jungkook, and the colors are the first sign.
  • God, he’s scared.
  • Jungkook—”
  • “I know, me too.” Jungkook’s voice is rasp when he speaks, sounding breathless as he groans over the pain. “Guess my time’s up.”
  • “No.”
  • “Wouldn’t it be nice if we had met before all these shits happened? I could’ve asked you out for dinner, maybe even cooked for you. Could’ve bought you flowers, could’ve brought you to pretty places and knew you in a normal world without all these… fear and chaos. Fuck, Jimin. Things would’ve been so nice, wouldn’t it?” Jungkook croaks bitterly, and Jimin tries his hardest to not cry as he grits at his teeth. “I could’ve loved you properly.”
  • Jungkook’s not even able to answer him by the time someone who introduces himself as Namjoon later spots them, losing his consciousness entirely as Namjoon tries to convince Jimin that he’s not trying to hurt them, and that he’s just a recruiter who wants to take them back into a safe shelter. Jimin hadn’t thought of saying yes until Namjoon looked at Jungkook and said “We have medical supplies over there and a doctor, even. Your friend can be treated there.”
  • When Jungkook finally comes to two mornings later, Jimin almost shoved him back into a coma by nagging at his impulsiveness a week ago nonstop. Jungkook’s left confused about the sudden change of environment he’s in until Namjoon finally comes in explaining everything, pacifying Jimin who definitely has brightened up (despite the hostility he’s been hurling at Jungkook) before passing Jungkook a few stalks of flowers. Jungkook can’t believe he’s at a place that flowers get to be grown.
  • “We have to find Taehyung and Yoongi-hyung,” Jungkook says the instant Namjoon leaves, looking at Jimin who catches his meaning immediately. “I know this place’s great but… I can’t stay here knowing they are out somewhere.”
  • “We’ll find them. Just rest more — Hoseok-hyung, I mean… the doctor said you still need a week or so before the wound fully wounds. We’ll leave then. We’ll find them, and we will bring them back here.”
  • “Guess our normal days will have to wait. How long more till I can finally bring you flowers myself?”
  • Jimin finally smiles then, pinching lightly at Jungkook’s arm as he feigns to be annoyed before he seems to slip into deep thoughts, pondering for a long while until Jungkook gathers enough strength to locate where Jimin’s hand is so he can give it a light, reassuring squeeze.
  • “I don’t need flowers… movie dates, fancy dinner or a normal life, Jungkook.” Jimin murmurs softly, and as their eyes meet again, he’s briefly reminded of how they looked at each other the first time. Right now, at this moment, it almost felt like the first time when Jungkook had brought colors into his life. “Just this is perfect.”
  • Jimin laces their fingers together tightly, finally like how he has always wanted to before kissing lightly on top of their hands.
  • “Yeah, this is perfect.”
Temporairement Pardonné (Part Three: Thomas/Reader/Alex)

Woah, it’s been a while. Shit happened, I’m not gonna lie. I have a ton of ideas, though, and I plan to get them all done and posted in an orderly fashion. Enjoy this, as I really like writing this series.

Warnings: Swearing, plot twist(s?), Thomas Jefferson being manipulative af, kinda smut? not really?, the stuff that leads up to sex, sexual references/actions.

Words: 1648


It had been three weeks since you and Alexander had met. You texted him as soon as you got to where you were going to stay for a while, and you two had been texting back and forth, sometimes calling at random times for hours upon hours, ever since. You hadn’t seen him in person, though, because you couldn’t bring yourself to go back anywhere near Thomas’s apartment. You’d wanted to see Alex, but the thought of being right next to the room where you and Thomas had done almost everything imaginable was too much for you.

From Alexander

ayyy (Y/N) what’s up? you wanna meet up tofay?

From Alexander

today* lmao

To Alexander

Uh, sure. Where’d you have in mind?

From Alexander

my apartment??? john wants to meet you. i think i talk about you more than i think i do.

To Alexander

Alex, you know I don’t like being there.

From Alexander

but you loooooveeee meeee <3

To Alexander

Pshshshsh, don’t lie. Jk, I’ll probably be over in like thirty minutes. I haven’t gotten ready yet today. I’m like 70% tears and 30% craving some Alexander Hamilton brand burnt pizza rolls.

From Alexander

okaayyyyy turtle gay and i will be waiting <<<333

To Alexander

Don’t overdo it with the hearts. Bye Alex.

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all-hail-trudos  asked:

I'm sorry you don't like Echoes. I find that genuinely sad. However, what I'm actually here for is to say you have no idea how much I ABSOLUTELY LOVE YOU for that little comment of "I haven't raged this hard since Ecco the Dolphin" and I am very curious to hear more about this. I played that game soooo long ago on the Genesis and it was slightly hellish

Omg, hahaha, really? To be honest, I felt like a dinosaur even mentioning Ecco the Dolphin. Dude, this game was published in 1992 - the same year I was born! It was one of the many games that belonged to my big brother but he let me play. I was like… 8, I think? The whole game was in English. I couldn’t understand shit. I never completed the game but oh boy did I try. How could a game about a cute little dolphin with stars on its forehead turn into a Lovecraftian adventure involving aliens, time travel and a biomechanical hell?

My memories of Ecco the Dolphin are quite foggy (I raged so much it’s no wonder) but I do remember it’s the hardest and scariest game I’ve ever played. Yes, this 16bit game was terrifying.

(Look at him, don’t tell me you wouldn’t trust him blindly)

I was a kid who couldn’t understand English but hey, there was a dolphin and colorful little fishes in the very first level (you know, before you JUMP AS HIGH AS YOU CAN INTO THE SKY…)

(my favorite part of the game)

(Sharks? Yeah, why not? It’s the ocean, so yeah. I can do this!)

but then suddenly everything goes entirely mental.  

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh

AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH WHAT IS THAT AAAAAAAAHHHH

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH

*ahem*

So, yeah. Hellish. “Hellish” is a fine word to describe Ecco the Dolphin. Not so much because the more you progress, the more it becomes visually disturbing, but because this game was INSANELY DIFFICULT. The fact that I was 8 didn’t help.

the Vortex Queen still haunts my nightmares :’) and also the sad music following Ecco’s jump at the very beginning.

hc; hoshi

head·ca·non /noun/

-to note a particular belief which has not been used in the universe of whatever program or story they follow, but seems to make sense to that particular individual

soonyoung headcanons-

- the smell or taste of peppermint greatly calms him down

- did someone say red velvet stan

- likes the room to be extremely cold when he sleeps. that way he can determine how many blankets to use

- has playlists for everything. his favorite one is probably his playlist for when he has to go to the dentist

- throws his outfits in the dryer before wearing them so they’re nice n warm

- makes ramen in the microwave. fuck stoves

- his favorite pokemon is probably jigglypuff

- covers everything in stickers. what a little kid

- his kisses taste like vanilla

- music is constantly playing in his head

- this boy has one of the hardest work ethics you’ll ever see. if he wants something done, he’ll get it done

- secretly really wanted to be a hair stylist when he was younger

- doesn’t matter if he’s having the shittiest day of his life, he will smile if he sees a dog

- would pierce all the way up his ear if someone paid him 50 bucks

- sucker for pastel colors yes give him that shit

- stained glass windows are his aesthetic

- best cuddler ever, he’s such a pleaser

- likes sharing headphones with the person he loves

- has a journal where he writes down the best moment of his day so that when he’s having a bad one he can flip through it

- master tickler! don’t anger this man, you’ll be tortured

Kenma’s expressions

I’m often confused how Kenma is shown in the fandom… I don’t really like this idea of him being helpless and fragile ┐(´~`)┌  HEY GUYS KENMA JUST SASSES HIS WAY TROUGH LIFE how else should he be able to put up with Kuroo’s shit? ಠ◡ಠ

Seeing red

There is nothing that screams first date as much as a untimely Circle members attack.
(Seraph blade + Magnus anyone?)

ao3

“This isn’t what I had in mind when you asked me ON A DATE!!” Magnus shouts the last words, not to be dramatic, but to make sure Alexander hears him over the second explosion. The first one came from the kitchen area of the restaurant they’re in, blowing off a wall on what must have been half dozen of mundanes.

The only answer he gets is Alec flipping their table on the side and forcing Magnus down with him. A mere second later, four arrows hit the tabletop in quick succession, heads lodging themselves on the wood viciously. Praise Raziel for Alec’s quick thinking and reflexes.

“Circles members!” Alec says, looking pissed. “Tell me you can portal out of here?”

Magnus looks at him in confusion.

“I’m not leaving you behind!” he hisses back. “There are at least four of them. You don’t even have your gear on…”

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Honestly the hardest thing about the bowl for me is just racism. Just fucking racism.

Like sometimes I get so mad cause if I was white y'all? If I was white id be rolling in it. I know this. I’m the fucking shit. I speak three languages (not fluently but I can order dinner and flirt lol). My body is fucking bomb, my makeup is fucking bomb, my personality is fucking bomb.

And I honestly had a man tell me I’d never make more than 300/meet because of the color of my skin like fuck you bro!

It’s not that I don’t know that he’s wrong. It’s just difficult to hear. Or even when they don’t say it to see the evidence of it in every move I make. SA is like a graveyard for me I don’t even know why I log on. Black men don’t even respond to me on SA it’s fucking infuriating.

It’s so difficult because this is the first thing I’ve been this dedicated to and motivated about in my entire fucking life, and in being held back because I’m black and I’m just so fucking discouraged right now.

K that’s it sorry

alittleweirdneverkilledanyone submitted:

I wrote this trash when I was half asleep,

VLD Marching Lions

-Allura is captain of color guard
-Coran is the assistant of the director so he is constantly fixing instruments and muttering about the shit they do to their instruments. Called Uncle Coran by the brass section
-Shiro is the drum major, formally of the drum line
-Keith took over as the section leader of drum line and plays the quint drums
-Meanwhile Lance is in front ensemble and glaring at Keith.
-Pidge plays the sousaphone and can fit in their instrument’s horn
-Hunk plays flute and is totally section leader, he brings water to the color guard and works the hardest. He also has section parties and every section is invited.
-The director is Allura’s dad okay no one can tell me otherwise.

06  | Apartment 124

Summary: Yoongi is apartment 124, and you live in 125. One day, his little brother finds his way into your apartment on accident. (big brother!yoongi)

Word count: 1.3k

A/N: check out my new angel!au entitled heaven~

send me an ask if you enjoyed or if you have any questions!

part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5 / part 6


you don’t know how, or why, but you had indeed found yourself at the bottom of an empty glass of soju. It didn’t burn like the other drinks did, but you’d never admit to yourself you didn’t really like alcohol in the first place.

You were here for one reason, and one reason only; which was to use an unhealthy coping skill to get the idea of your drunken and mentally unhealthy neighbor off of your mind.

And you continually reminded yourself, ‘that’s all he is to me. A neighbor that uses me to watch his brother’. And you felt like shit, honestly.

Your mind colored itself in with the thoughts of Hyuk and Yoongi. Hyuk reminded you so much of yourself when you were young; especially at age fifteen, when your grandmother had so easily passed away in the midst of some of the hardest times of your life.

She was everything to you, and every day you thought about how badly you wanted to call her and tell her about Hyuk, and about how yoongi and the small boy somehow threw themselves into your life and disregarded every responsibility they knew you had previously.

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anonymous asked:

1-5

1. What have you eaten today?
I had cinnamon toast crunch for breakfast, nachos for lunch, and I ate a weird enchilada casserole thing for dinner. I also snacked on pocky and some pretzels that had peanut butter in them. 

2.  Who was your last kiss with? Was it pleasant?
@cuddlewars and fuck yes it was indeed pleasant

3. What color shoes did you last wear?
All black Converse because I’m an edgy one B^)

4. Who has made you laugh the hardest in the last week?
Rick Germain.

5. What is your favorite scent?
Literally any kind of laundry detergent. Shit smells so good it’s sickening, man.