‼️WARNING RAPE MENTIONED‼️
So I was trying to watch the new South Park episode tonight on a live stream… and this was t it.
My friend and I were both in the same steam and we had no idea what was going and we were both wondering if this episode was an old one. But my friend has watched a lot of South Park and she said she has never seen this episode before.
So this left us wondering if it was a leaked episode?
Sorry that the audio is out of sneak but it wasn’t my fault.
And this episode has to do with Indian Jones being raped??
Can someone tell me what’s going on?
“ In 1976, in Phoenix, Arizona a child was born. He was precocious, full of life, and determined, and grew up to become the singer of one of the biggest rock bands in the history of music. His name was Chester Bennington, and band is Linkin Park. MTV asked me to come here to say a few words about Chester, and the late great, Chris Cornell. Two artists I had the absolute pleasure of touring with. They were close friends with one another. Chester even singing the cover of the classic Hallelujah at Chris’ funeral. Chester said of Chris Your voice was joy and pain and anger and forgiveness, love and heartache, all wrapped up into one. Just weeks later, Chester himself was gone. Chester was my friend as he was to so many. Witnessing his life taught me important things, especially about working relentlessly, pursuing dreams, and being kind and caring while doing it. When I think about him I see his face, which was always smiling, I think about his heart which he wore on his sleeve, I think how kindly he treated me, my brother, Tomo, our band. I think about his wife and his six. Six incredible children. I think about his family, I think about his band, who were really his brothers. And I remember his voice. At once ferocious and delicate. That voice will live forever.
If there is anyone out there who is watching this tonight who feels like there is no hope, hear me now. You are not alone. There is always a way forward. Reach out, share your thoughts. Do not give up and I promise you this, the absolute biggest breakthroughs in life lay just beyond the darkest days. “
Bts reaction to you riding them for a first time | Maknae-Line
Hey guys Admin Sunshine is here! To be honest I don’t like writing different reactions for each members, it really challanges me so much that’s why it takes so long to write a damn reaction. I guess i’ll focus on fanfictions and I already have 8 different fanfiction in my mind I hope y’all can support me, please enjoy this reaction and I’m sorry for the delay. I love y’all. xoxo <3
BTS Reaction to You Wanting Your First Time to be With Them
Incognito;Bts reaction of their gf wants her “first time” to be with them??? Thanks! 😘
Note: It’s all good! I hope you like it ~ *credit to gif owners*
It was a love he cherished so much, holding it close to his heart as he smiled while kissing you. It never got too far, only innocent touches as his lips soon detached from yours and went down your jawline to your neck, sending shivers throughout your body. “I-” you started, feeling your cheeks heat up as you felt him leaving soft bites against your collarbone, “let’s do it. I’m ready.”
He froze, detaching himself as he looked into your eyes expectantly. “Are you sure?” He asked carefully, and when you gave him a nod in confirmation, a small smile would grace his lips before he began to kiss you again.
It was small touches, his face void of any emotion but his eyes carried a bountiful amount of love, hand reaching up to caress your chin as he rubbed the ball of his thumb onto your cheek affectionately. He was kissing you, softly but passionately and when he moved to reveal his cute scrunched nose while he tried to stop himself from going any further — the words spilling from your mouth faster than rain came as a shock to him. “Yoongi..I want you.” He blinked, wondering if he had heard you right until you pulled him against you, a smile breaking onto his features as he let out a nervous laugh of happiness.
“I want you to be my first time,” you had stated, the both of you walking down the freezing streets as the puff of air escaped your lips with every breath you took, floating into the sky before diminishing. Hoseok froze, stopping in mid step while looking down towards you, finding you being a shivering mess as your cheeks were tinted scarlet.
It would be seconds before he gave you a shit eating grin, leaning down to kiss your cheek as his bright self began to make the winter air slowly disappear. “I’ll be sure to make you warm and cozy tonight, (y/n).”
Standing in line to ride the largest roller coaster you have seen in your life, you watch Namjoon slightly fidget in his spot, wanting nothing more than to leave the line right there and then. Grabbing his hand, you gave him a teeny smile and the next hour went by in a flash — having him become a ball of excitement as you both waited for your cab ride home outside the front of the amusement park.
“I’m ready,” you told him, and he would immediately understand what you had meant. No words needed to be shared, only him pulling your back to his chest as he rested his chin on your shoulder with a pleasing smile.
His hands were clad on your waist, gripping firmly as he gave you a small smile, eyes boring into your irises as they showed a story he loved to witness every chance he got. He was slowly leaning down to give you a peck when the words of first time and you had flown past yours lips and entered his audio of portals.
He was shocked, feeling a blush creeping up onto his neck before he would quickly cover up his embarrassment while his lips ghosted over yours. “I promise you,” he began, watching the way your cheeks were flaming in mortification, “I will treat you like gold.”
He was cuddling you against his chest as you both watched a movie intently, his fingers running through your hair as he would occasionally glance towards you to make sure you hadn’t fallen asleep — but as he looked at you after the who knows how many times he had, your eyes connected with his for a brief second. “Tae..I’m ready.”
Although he had been tired, his heart’s banging against his chest immediately fueled his veins as he was suddenly energetic. Hand moving from your head to your chin, he tilted your face up to mesh your lips upon his — feeling more than one emotion at once as bliss had hit him like a bus.
“I think it’s time,” you had stated out of the blue, and it took the boy a while to see what you were exactly implying on; cheeks being struck with blood as his nervousness shot him in the heart, looking away from you in a panic.
“A-are you sure?” He questioned, the tips of his ears pooling in carmine as his body temperature rose in seconds. “And with me?” He was flustered all right, and once you had gave him a nod with a cheeky grin, his cute smile invaded his features in seconds as he scratched his neck in shyness.
Request ( @what-is-this-life-you-speak-of- ) Hey! I love your work and I just want to say that your writing is phenomenal!! I want to make a request on BTS finding kinky things that were stashed away, like whips, masks, latex or leather, anything BDSM basically, thanks!
You know that super awkward moment the second time JD and Veronica meet where he offers to buy her a slushie and he’s like “cherry or lime” and she’s like “I said big gulp” and there’s that uncomfortable silence? I bet JD made fun of her for it all the time after
“Hey JD do you wanna go to the park or a restaurant?”
“I said big gulp”
“JD do you wanna watch a comedy or a horror movie”
“I said big gulp”
“JD do you want -”
“I said big gulp”
“You know what? I was gonna ask if you wanted to use handcuffs or ropes tonight but I guess you don’t want either”
Prompt: Sebastian meets his newest neighbor and immediately finds her to be an interesting and genuine person. Before he knows it, he’s developing feelings for his much younger friend that he tries not to act on because of their age difference, only the proximity of their lives has other things in store for the couple.
Warnings: some language
A/N: Here is the prologue to the new Sebastian series I’m starting. Please let me know what you think. I hope this is something you’re all interested in.
New York City was a much
bigger place than (Y/N) had imagined it would be. She had been living in the
city since she started her undergraduate degree but had been staying in a dorm
throughout most of those years. It wasn’t until she contemplated continuing her
education in graduate school that she actually decided it was time to find an
apartment. She didn’t want to be one of those people in her early to mid
twenties living in a dorm filled with eighteen and nineteen year-olds away from
home for the first time in their lives. After searching endlessly for a descent
place in a nice neighborhood and then a nice place in a descent neighborhood,
she was given the opportunity to teach undergraduate survey level English
courses at her university while she completed the department’s graduate
program. With the extra source of income on top of her part-time job at the
bookstore, she was able to afford rent on a nice place in a nice neighborhood;
there was just one small problem.
For a steady month an a half,
at the same time every night, without fail, the person who lived above her
watches Netflix on a volume so loud it should blow the person’s eardrums out.
At first she tried to ignore the inconsiderate individual above her, then came
anger and she started poking at the ceiling with a broomstick or standing on a
table and pounding her fist against her ceiling. After anger comes a long stint
of passive aggressiveness where she would turn her TV on equally loudly or
blast her music until she can’t hear the person above her anymore, but this
only lead to people coming to her door and complaining about the volume of her
electronics, which lead her to the most rational way to handle her problems.
Aggravated, (Y/N) stood in
a pair of loose jogger sweatpants and a cropped shirt that didn’t expose any of
her midsection. She was comfortably tasteful and would soon regret her choice
of schlump clothes. Her fist pounded against the door, begging to be heard over
what appeared to be prerecorded audience laughter. She quickly folded her arms
over her chest and started tapping her foot, her impatience growing by the
second. Just as she was about to bring her knuckles to the door again, she
heard heavy footsteps making their way toward her.
The door crept open to
reveal a tall man with thick brown hair and eyes so bright they outshines
stars. “Can I help you?” a low, articulate voice flowed from the apartment
and toward her ears.
“Um, hi,” she stated in a
rather unsteady manner. Oh, fuck! That’s
Sebastian Stan, her mind shouted as her eyes gapped at the man in
front of her. “I’m (Y/N), I just moved in below you–” the man immediately
nodded his head and offered her a small smile.
“You’re here about the
volume aren’t you?” he grumbled with a laugh.
“Guilty,” she muttered in response,
trying not to draw too much attention to the fact that her heart was pounding
in her chest.
“I wish I could tell you
there was something I could do about it, but I lost the remote and it’s one of
those stupid new televisions that don’t have any buttons,” he sighed.
“How dare technology make
TV buttons obsolete!” she scoffed, earning a small laugh from the she had
admired from afar for so long. “If you have a smart phone I can show you
how to program your phone to act as a TV remote.”
“Even if I have a Samsung
TV and an iPhone?” he asked.
“Yes,” she chuckled, “even
then.” Smiling, he stood aside and allowed the door to creep open even more.
“Please, come in,” he said
with a warm voice. “I’ve gotten complaints from everyone around me
already. I figured that the person below me would be next.”
“I tried to just ignore
it, then I started to try annoying you by doing the same thing, but that just
got me yelled at by my neighbors,” she admitted as he unlocked his phone and
handed it over to her. She quickly downloaded an app to fix all of their
problems and synced it with his television. When she handed it back to him and
pressed the volume buttons to test her skills, he couldn’t help but laugh at
“I would never have
thought to do that,” he sighed. “Thank you so much, (Y/N).”
“It’s no big deal…” she
paused, not sure if he had mentioned his name in passing or not and definitely
not wanting to seem like a creepy stalker.
“Sebastian,” he hurried to
fill in the blanks.
“It was not a problem,
Sebastian,” she finished, not being able to control the blush rising into her
“How can I repay you?” he
quickly asked as she shifted on her feet.
“The silence is a gift in
itself,” she couldn’t help but joke as another adorable smile slid across the
“Have you eaten yet?”
“Um, no?” her voice
inflected upward as he stared down at her with a breathtaking smile.
“I just ordered a mountain
of shrimp fried rice and some take-out—would you like to join me? It’s the
least I could do.” She hesitated, not wanting to shoot down his offer entirely,
but still wary about the dark realities of the world.
“I could be a serial
killer,” (Y/N) stated with a playfully dry tone in her voice.
“I’m pretty sure that
female serial killers make up less than one percent of the population so I’ll
take my chances with that,” he laughed.
“So do women who score
INTJ on the Meyers Briggs and yet you’re talking to one.” She couldn’t help
getting cocky. In a normal situation, she would be retreating back to her
apartment by now, curling up in bed and eating Chinese food alone but since
when is accidentally realizing Sebastian lived above her normal? Conversing
with him seemed almost second nature to her, as if she had done this before and
they were old friends catching up.
“I can’t force you to eat
Chinese food and watch Parks and Rec with me, but I can say that it would be
fun,” he said with a smirk on his face. (Y/N)’s heart started racing; is…is he flirting with me right now?
“You’re watching Parks and
Rec tonight? Hell yeah, I’ll stay,” she smirked at him as he grinned and shook
his head at her while laughing.
“Tonight? What do you mean
tonight?” he huffed through his fake insulted expression.
“I’ve been here for almost
two months and you’ve yet to actually binge watch a single show,” she accused.
“That’s because I lost my
remote, remember,” he said with a laugh as he waved his phone. She couldn’t
help but smirk as his large blue eyes widened from their banter. “Are you
in or not?” he asked, changing the subject.
“I don’t want to impose
on you and your home,” she stated more honestly and her timid nature returning.
“I promise you, (Y/N), it
would be a pleasure.” Something about his voice and his smile made it
impossible to turn down such a generous offer and she agreed.
Five episodes into Parks
and Rec along with their mutual hunger and agitation toward slow delivery led
(Y/N) and Sebastian to enter a state of friendliness neither of them really
reached upon knowing someone for roughly two hours. Maybe their more outgoing
natures were the result of drinking a few beers on empty stomachs, or maybe it
was a connection between the two that neither of them wanted to address that
made things like awkward conversational pauses and the occasional difficulty
they each faced in starting a conversation disappear.
“Gosh damn it, Sebastian!”
(Y/N) huffed as Sebastian flopped onto the couch beside her dropping his heavy
legs onto her as she sat cross-legged on the couch. He couldn’t help the loud
chuckle that escaped his lips. “What’s so funny?” she grumbled and
narrowed her eyes playfully at him.
“You curse like Robin in
the nineteen sixty-six Batman movies,” Sebastian continued to laugh as (Y/N)
shoved his feet from her lap. “Golly Gee Willickers, Batman.”
“Oh, really,” she huffed
and tossed a decorative pillow toward the man across from her on the
couch. “Shut the fuck up! How’s that for cursing?” Sebastian continued to
laugh at her as her eyebrows narrowed in on him and her lips pursed.
“I think you just don’t
look frightening enough,” he said while turned his body to face hers.
“And you’re so menacing,” she huffed with a smirk,
glad to see his goofy grin still plastered on his face. Just as he was
about to pull a blanket over his feet, there was a knock at the
door. “Finally, our food!” They called out. (Y/N) jumped and followed him
to the door, lingering in his kitchen as he opened the door to tip the delivery
driver. A huge gasp caught her attention and she quickly turned toward the men
in the doorframe.
America’s best friend!” the man’s voice was slurred as he stammered his
statements. “You’re Sebastian Stan.”
(Y/N)’s eyes widened and
she turned her back to the door in hopes that she could pretend she hadn’t
heard what just happened, only to hear the door click closed behind her and
Sebastian’s deflated voice engulf the room.
“I’m so sorry about that,”
he said as he passed by (Y/N) to place each of the containers of food on the
“Does that happen a lot?”
she asked quickly trying to play it off.
“More than I’m comfortable
with,” he sighed. “Why, are you going to start acting weird around me
now?” She could see the apprehension in his eyes as he waited for her answer.
Of course at the beginning of the night she thought it was weird to just
casually hang out with your favorite celebrity, but she knew that making it
weird would cause the situation to not exist, which she didn’t want to happen.
“Why would I start acting
weird around you?” she asked while quickly filling up her bowl with fried rice
“Because I’m Sebastian
Stan and that’s apparently a big deal,” he sighed, conflicted that her knowing
who he was would hinder whatever friendship was forming.
“Slow down there,” she
said as she tried to swallow a mouthful of food. “Not everything’s about
you now. Remember who you’re talking to: less than one percent of the
population.” (Y/N) felt the corners of her lips curl into a smirk as Sebastian
smiled across the couch at her.
“That you are,” he said in
a low sultry tone he had hoped she didn’t hear. (Y/N) was truly a genuine
person and he was thrilled to have met her. Her ability to make him feel like
just another guy, someone without millions of Instagram followers, someone
who’s life isn’t constantly under a microscope, someone normal is something he had
been looking for in another person for a long time. For a while he thought he
could find that solace in another person in his field of work. Surely they
would be able to understand the crazy life he lived and want the same things in
a partner: stability, generosity, a grounded sense of mind. Unfortunately
seeking romance with another actor only furthered the media exposure of the
relationship rather than allowing them to have their own lives with one
“Besides, I knew who you
were the second you opened the door.”
“Well someone is a
stalker,” he teased through bites of rice.
“You know who else is a
stalker?” she asked in reply, causing his eyebrows to move individually—one up
and one down.
“The delivery guy?” he
questioned while staring across the couch at the girl who sat with her knees up
on her chest, resting a bowl between her knees.
“Serial killers,” she said
and then winked. “Maybe living beneath you was all apart of my plan.”
“I’d gladly have you
beneath me,” he said, intending to sound menacing and creepy but instead coming
across as horny and creepy. “Fuck! That’s not what I meant!”
“That was a Freudian slip
if I ever heard one,” (Y/N) started to laugh as Sebastian nudged her with his
foot beneath the blanket they shared. He knew that it was much too early to be
thinking of romance with the girl that came up to his floor to yell at him for
his broken TV, but the feeling in his heart as the pair tossed their banter
from one person to the other was so light hearted, like the onset of puppy love
turning into a crush.
There was something about
(Y/N) that was so open and kind that he knew he could trust her, despite her
constant joking about being a lunatic, and he held onto that feeling the entire
night until it was time for her to return to her floor and go to bed. “Wait,”
Sebastian called as he hurried toward (Y/N) who was standing at his front door.
He quickly shoved his phone into her hands and said probably the lamest line
intended as flirtation in the history of love: “You know, incase I need someone
to watch my house.” Thankfully she was understanding and kind enough to put her
number in his phone and quickly text herself from his device before going back
to her apartment and turning in for the night.
As (Y/N) curled up in bed,
she heard a steady thud! thud! from
above her and then her phone lit up with a message.
Seb Stan:That was me!
Trying not to laugh too
loudly, she grabbed a prop light saber she got from Disneyland years ago and
stretched her arms toward the ceiling of her bedroom, hitting it with the base
of the prop.
Request from @belushtful : Can I request a jay park smut scenario where his mixed(black and white) girlfriend is missing him while she is at home and he is at Aomg making music so later that night they you know. Also the girlfriend is teasing him
Comments: this turned way cuter than I meant it to be, but I hope you like it because I’m crying at this. Also im sorry if it gets choppy, i was writing this and watching teen mom at the same time, so my attention was going back and forth lmao.
If there is anyone out there who is watching this tonight who feels like there is no hope, hear me now. You are not alone. There is always a way forward. Reach out, share your thoughts. Do not give up and I promise you this, the absolute biggest breakthroughs in life lay just beyond the darkest days.
Looking back on your past, your life has never been anything out of the ordinary. Although your parents had left you on one mysterious night, leaving you little to no explanations, you live out the rest of your years residing in a new town under the custody of your aunt. That is, until you return to your hometown to investigate the whereabouts of your parents during your senior year in high school. It was that fateful decision that led you to find a boy collapsed on your front porch one night, wounds gaping and life fading when your entire life is spun out of control. Somehow being dragged into a life of crimes in the underground business of his, you discover the twisted secrets hidden behind the world you thought you had known all along.
It’s short but i promise to have the next part out by tonight! Enjoy!
I watched Yoongi lean closer and smiled. I knew what was about to happen, and i didn’t want to stop it. I spent the last 3 months trying to get over Jimin. And sitting right in front of me this whole time, was what i was looking for, Yoongi. I surprised myself by closing the distance between us. Maybe i was rushing into things but right now i didn’t care. His lips were warm and soft and melted into mine. It felt so… so right.
Memories with Jimin flashed through my head as we kissed. Jimin, my best friend, who has been there for years. My first love. He ruined it with a simple mistake and part of me realized maybe we were never meant to be lovers. Maybe there was still a chance for us. But right now, with my lips pressed to Yoongi’s i realized something. I was willing to give this a try.
Yoongi pulled me closer so that i was sitting on his lap. Both my good arm and bad one wrapped around his neck while his hand rested on my waist, the other on my upper back. Pressing me to him. I played idly with the hair that was on the back of his neck, tugging at it and giggling as he groaned. We pulled apart for air and i smiled.
“I’ve been meaning to tell you this Y/n, but i kept it quiet because i know you had feelings for Jimin. But I’ve watched from afar and kept quiet for yours and his happiness. And after what he is doing to you, i saw my chance to tell you how i felt. Sick of being selfless and wanting my own chance at happiness. To be selfish just this once.. Even if this only lasts for today. I’ve loved you for a while Y/n and i would be so grateful if you were willing to give me a chance.”
My eyes welled at Yoongi’s words. “Min Yoongi, i always thought of you as a brother. Too blind to see how you felt, how much you were hurting. But after tonight, after this. I see you in a new light. I’d love to give Us a try. “ a huge smile broke onto his features and he pulled me too him again. This kiss was soft and sweet again, but as it continued i felt his love and passion. He ran his hands through my hair and i got the chills. The feeling if him pressed to me was intoxicating. The taste of him on my lips was addicting. Min Yoongi, he was like a drug to me. I became addicted the second i got a taste of it.
Things grew more heated and i was ok with it. We ended up on the couch and then in my bed. And well you can guess what happened during that. But as both of us began to drift to sleep one thought stayed on my mind. I was already hopelessly addicted to Min Yoongi, but the one thing you have to remember about addiction, is it’s never good. I don’t know what my future holds. But for the moment i was being lulled to sleep, comforted in Yoongi’s warm embrace.
• “It doesn’t make sense, if the chicken came first, how? But if the egg came first, HOW?”
• *someone tries to talk to Ravenclaw* “Shit shit SHIT HOW DO HUMANS COMMUNICATE I HAVEN’T TALKED TO ONE IN 3 DAYS”
• “Why do people say things like “simple as pie” when the actual baking of a pie can be quiet complicated…“
• "Okay, so if I stay up until 2 am, wake up at 6:00 I get 4 hours of sleep. Sleep deprivation can often lead to drunk-like behaviors and I have that test tomorrow… okay I’ll stay up until 12:00 and get 6 hours of sleep. I can watch 2 episodes of Parks and Rec, read 5 chapters, and study for half and hour and be asleep in time.”
• “omg these people are literally making me dumber.”
• “Nah, I don’t want to go out tonight, I still have like 200 pages left of this book.”
• “Wow, they’re super cute. Okay. Calm down. Don’t overthink this, don’t overthink this, don’t O- DAMN IT IM OVERTHINKING.”
• “My future self is looking back on me right now, and has at least 100 things they wish they could tell me…”