what the hell is she wearing

A recap

Sometime before Beyonce was 21, likely around 18, Jay-Z sets his sights on her. The youngest he could have possibly been was 30.

The day she turned 21, he asked her to “go steady” by saying “Don’t embarrass me”. He was cheating the whole time. She had just turned 21 so he would be 33 in 3 months. This is in 2002. That same year Destiny’s Child announced a hiatus. They would release their final album in 2004.

Jay repeatedly boasts about the baddest chick in the game wearing his chain. He’s still cheating left and right.

Destiny’s Child has their last performance in 2006.

“I am alone at a crossroads. I’m not at home in my own home and I’ve tried and tried to say what’s on my mind.” - 2007

Bey married Jay in 2008. He’s still cheating.

She has a few miscarriages. Finds out her dad’s a sack of shit with all types of outside children. Is CONSTANTLY attacked by white feminists. Is told she isn’t open enough and consistently critiqued for “not being real” as she sings about this man, who has been grooming her to deal with his shit since she was 18 and he was 30, treating her terribly and constantly breaking her heart. Home is not the refuge is should be, not at all. Her husband is still cheating and, by his own admission, is not emotionally supportive in the slightest.

The Grammys keep finding reasons to rob her and taint the one thing still kinda working the way she needs. Her husband is still cheating. He’s having threesomes and shit. Still bragging about the hottest chick in the game wearing his chain though. Because, apparently, that’s all she was to him. A trophy.

2011- she’s still trying desperately to get him to be better. She’s still thinking she’s not doing something right (that’s what “getting in early” does for these men). This is when we get that epic love letter to Jay-Z in the album “4”.

She’s finally able to carry a child to term, but not without people constantly accusing her of lying about being pregnant and saying the baby isn’t hers.

Blue’s arrival and Beyonce’s reflection of the hell she’s been dealing with get her to finally consider leaving for real and for good. She’s about to walk away.

With Blue’s arrival, Jay finally thinks he should treat his wife better. It’s 2012. He’s been treating her like absolute shit, after grooming her to take the emotional abuse, for 11 years.

2013 - Beyonce starts telling her story in the eponymous album.

2015, once Blue is old enough to notice things start forming her understanding of relationships, LEMONADE. Trash men get angry at her “airing their dirty laundry”. Delusional stans of the relationship swear it’s not about them but her parents. Stans refusing to believe this man is who he is is part of her hell.

2017 - Jay-Z FINALLY admits to how trash he was, chalks it up to her maturing faster than him. Again…she was 18 when this started. He was 30.

I Don’t Think Jacob’s Captors Let Him Go By Accident

by reddit user nowwegotcha

Jacob became one popular dude during my sophomore year of high school, two years ago. In the middle of the year, he just showed up. His family had moved him away from their old home, but his reputation somehow got loose in the hallways.

At the age of twelve, Jacob had been kidnapped from his home in the middle of the night. His parents had been apparently drugged by an unknown person, and their son had been stolen. No one even called the police until the parents woke up. No witnesses, fingerprints, ransom notes, nothing.

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Okay but why couldn’t they still have played Quidditch during Goblet of Fire?

I understand that the champions probably wouldn’t want to deal with that while also competing in the tournament but it’s not really fair to everyone else to just cancel Quidditch for the full year.

What about the 7th years who wanted one last shot at winning the Quidditch Cup?

What about the 2nd years who were excited because they could FINALLY try out for the team?

But more so the 7th years, I mean no one even told them “btw we probs aren’t gonna have Quidditch next year so make this year count” like that’s actually really shitty.

And I understand that they needed the Quidditch field for the third task but there’s only like 5 games a year, you could’ve done them a little earlier and still had time to use this thing you teach called magic to grow the damn maze!

OR EVEN BETTER, instead of having the House Quidditch tournament, have the schools play against each other. I mean 3of the 4 champions are kick ass Seekers so why not?

OR BETTER YET have each of the champions form a team using anyone they want

Harry just asks the Gryffindor team to play with him and they use Ron to replace Oliver like in OOTP and at first he’s really nervous but then he gets his nerves on track because there’s NO WAY he’s losing to Krum after he took Hermione to the Yule Ball.

Cedric decides to try to get the best he can from all of the Houses, though the majority of his team is still Hufflepuff because he knows how they play and likes how they work together. He does find a Beauxbatons boy that makes a great Chaser though.

Karkaroff insists that Viktor only use the boys from Durmstrang (because he’s probably a misogynistic little shit) and he doesn’t really care because he’s the best Seeker in the world. Even if he just lost the Quidditch World Cup to Ireland, it’s IMPOSSIBLE that he wouldn’t be able to catch the Snitch before the other team got too far ahead.

And then there’s Fleur, who has never played Quidditch before but suddenly there’s a 13 year old red-haired Hogwarts girl asking her if she can be on her team because “I’ve been practicing with my brothers’ brooms for years and I’m actually quite good but I won’t be able to make the Gryffindor team for a few years” and Fleur agrees as long as Ginny helps her find some other teammates and gives Fleur flying lessons. Ginny accepts the offer and, in Holyhead Harpies fashion, sets out to put together an all female team because females are very unrepresented on the other teams. Ginny and Fleur ask two Bulgarian girls to be a Beater and Chaser. One of Fleur’s Beauxbatons friends is the other Beater, and Ginny asks a fifth year from the Hufflepuff team (who Cedric didn’t choose) to be the third Chaser, as well as Cho to be their Seeker. She insists that Fleur be the Keeper so that she doesn’t have to worry as much about not being steady on a broom.

Instead of all of the teams playing each other, they do it tournament style. Harry and Cedric’s teams go first. Ron is a nervous new Keeper and let’s quite a few balls in before he makes his first save and suddenly he’s on a roll. Cedric’s team has gained a substantial lead by now, but Harry spots the Snitch and just barely grabs it before Cedric (Fred and George are pleased since they’re still not over the Hufflepuff victory the year before when Harry was attacked by the dementors).

Fleur and Viktor’s teams play next. The girls have 3 superb Chasers that are scoring constantly. Every time Viktor’s Chasers make it to Fleur’s end of the pitch, they get distracted by her flowing silver hair and tend to miss without her having to do too much (which is good cause even though she’s better she’s still not QUITE comfortable on a broom). Viktor frantically searches for the Snitch because if he can get it soon they’ll still be able to pull ahead but then the Beauxbatons Beater hits a Bludger right at him and in the moment it took him to dodge it, Cho had spotted the Snitch and already had her hand stretched out to grab it. Before he could even reach her elbow she had the tiny ball held tight in her fist.

The losers of the first round face off for 3rd and 4th place. Viktor, with a sore ego about getting beaten to the Snitch in the last game, catches it within 20 minutes. Cedric laughs the whole thing off and gives Viktor his congratulations, but he now has a harder drive to win the Triwizard Tournament.

Everyone is anxious for the Potter/Delacour game. Fleur knows that Angelina, Katie, and Alicia won’t be effected by her the way the Durmstrang boys were, so she trains even harder to keep up with the rest of her team. The game is underway and it’s neck and neck. Both teams have three excellent Chasers, causing the Quaffle to change sides constantly. Ron and Fleur are both highly nervous, but still manage to block most goals. Fred and George know that Ginny is the other team’s best Chaser, but can’t find it in themselves to try and knock their 13 year old sister off her broom. The Durmstrang Beater doesn’t have any such obligations, and aims a Bludger at Alicia as she’s speeding down the pitch towards Fleur. It hits her in the ribs and she is escorted down to Madame Pomfrey. Now that Fleur’s team has the upper hand, they start pulling ahead. Harry and Cho are playing rough searching for the Snitch, trying to psyche the other out by flying in their path. Harry notices Cho following him and decides to dive as though he’s seen the Snitch somewhere near the bottom of the field. He’s surprised when he doesn’t see her dive after him and looks up just in time to see her catch the Snitch 50 yards away. Everyone heads back towards the ground, the girls have a group hug because never in a million years did they think they were ACTUALLY going to win! Harry breaks through to shake Fleur’s hand and tells her “good game”. Fred and George are staring in astonishment at their little sister because “What the hell, Gin? Where did you learn to fly like that?” while Angelina is nearby cursing the fact that they can’t have 4 Chasers on the Gryffindor team.

In the end, Dumbledore allows the teams to throw a party in the Great Hall. Some Hufflepuffs make flower crowns for Fleur’s team to wear as the winners. A hush falls over the Hall when the doors open and McGonagall comes in. They expect her to yell at them for being too loud, but instead she walks over to Fleur and hands her the Quidditch Cup because she “won it fair and square” but explicitly states that if she does not return it to her by the end of the year “I will go to France and take it from you myself”. The Hall bursts into laughter and applause.

random drama sentence starters
  • “Can you stop thinking about yourself for once?” 
  • “Don’t think I forgot about what you did last time.”
  • “I know you lied to me.”
  • “I’m not even sorry.”
  • “You backstabber!”
  • “I never want to see you again.”
  • “You never mattered to me.”
  • “I knew this was a bad idea.”
  • “Rot in hell.”
  • “It was supposed to be a secret!”
  • “No one loves me.”
  • “He/she/they is/are so petty…”
  • “You made me cry.”
  • “I don’t know who you are anymore.”
  • “How DARE you?!”
  • “I know you’re not talking to me…”
  • “I SAW you with him/her/them!”
  • “Just leave me alone.”
  • “What did you do?!”
  • “I told everyone that I didn’t want to talk but I’m actually dying for attention.”
  • “Just admit that was extra…”
  • “I forgive, but I don’t forget.”
  • “[text read thirty minutes ago]”
  • “Did you see what he/she/they was/were wearing?”
  • “So what if I had sex with your ex?”
  • “There’s something I have to tell you…”
  • “I can’t do this anymore.”
  • “You weren’t there for me when I needed you the most.”
  • “I never loved you.”
  • “It’s too late.”
  • “Quit ignoring me.”
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Chap 5 “Loose Ends” a REDDIE fancomic.

Here’s Halloween’s treat one!! Hope you like it!

I wanted to take this oportunity to talk about Richie’s canon personality/sexuality, since there was a bit of (good) fuzz at the last chap.

I take for master canon what it’s said on Mr. King’s books. And what he makes perfectly clear about Richie is that he’s very smart and he is just unable to “be serious” due to the lack of emotional attachment with his parents.

He uses humor as a shield of his own insecurities, as an easy way to interact with people without them truly know him (Even though this constantly get him into trouble). As in one chapter (Eddie’s POV) It is said that “the trouble about Richie is that he never stayed still for more than a minute” and that “you never known what he was all about” – aka Eddie couldn’t tell if he was ever serious about anything–

His relationship with women: In a chapter where he runs into Beverly, he analices a bit about her, he admits to himself she’s beutiful and feels a bit curious ( of her underwear) but all the features about her he finds atractive are masculine, he even thinks she’s a pretty boy. I’ll quote below:

“…he had once or twice caught himself wondering what color underwear she was wearing under her small selection of rather faded skirts, and that was not the sort of thing you wondered about the other guys, was it?
And, Richie had to admit, she was one hell of a pretty guy.”

Also, as a grown up he never could have a serious relationship.

So, I’ve may said he’s bisexual… but now that I think it…it was the 80′s and if you think there’s homophobia now, man, back then was worst. So, maybe Richie was indeed plain gay, just very, very blocked and scared and unable to admit to himself something that serious as being in love with his friend…

Any thoughts?

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Not much art for today, but I spent hours compiling all of my old Cressieverse stuff (and tracing it since most of it is in paper) to bring you this!

To start off, me and good ol’ @paneyneygirl (yes she’s on Tumblr now, but she hasn’t posted any art yet because of technical problems) developed the AU way back in mid March 2017, since we wanted to make our own future SVTFOE universe. There was a lot of variations, scrapped idea designs, and complete redesigns that helped mold Cressieverse to what it is today!

A little insight:
Cressida Butterfly was initially supposed to have four-pointed stars as her cheek marks, as we didn’t know of Festivia’s cheek marks yet. When we eventually realized our mistake, we randomly chose a triangle, because it’s a pretty simple symbol. You can see that it wasn’t drawn as inverted back then, but when we thought about it did look a awful lot like nachos, and it stuck. We colored it orange and the rest is history. 

And yes, my friend’s concept art for Cressie looked an awful lot like a Princess Marco wannabe back then, so we removed the thick eyebrows. She swore that she improved on drawing Cressie since then, and I couldn’t agree more.

More insight of Cressie’s design here!

Star and Marco were originally going to have the usual blue clothing that everyone seem to put them in. In the sketches, Star’s designs were more along the lines of what Moon would wear. But me and my friend realized out mistake and eventually changed the designs. Thematically speaking, Star should look very different to Moon, hence the late as all hell change to Star’s head shape.

I hope you find this the least bit interesting, because we’re hella proud of what this AU turned out to be and that people really like it and draw fanart of it. Think of this as kind of like a ‘behind the scenes’ thing.

psst @dasketcherz i’m done with this

Threatening the DM

DM: alright Maulie, that brings you to 0 hp, you’re gonna need to make a death saving throw now

Maulie, ooc: *stares intimidatingly at the dm* Do I need to do that, (dm)? Do I?

Dm: … wait shit you’re right, nevermind

Our new monk: … what the hell just happened??


(Maulie was wearing a special amulet that would always save her from death saving throws so she would just be stable but unconscious at 0 hp. Everyone kept forgetting she had it, including the dm, so she was a bit salty about it by now. Our newest player didn’t know this)

The Doctors as "My Immortal" Quotes

William Hartnell: “Why did you do such a thing, you mediocre dunces?” asked Professor McGonagall"

Patrick Troughton: “Then swooped he in singing to the tune of a Gothic version of a song by 50 Cent.”

Jon Pertwee: “And den……………..I jumped secxily in front of da bullet!11”

Tom Baker: “U must go back in time and sedouce him. It is the only way.”

Peter Davison: “he put his arm around me all protective.”

Colin Baker: “I need to wear like da hotset outfit EVA.”

Sylvester McCoy: “What was DAT al about?”
“It wuz to blackmail u.” I snarked.

Paul McGann: (AN: if u don’t know who she is get da hell out of here!)

Christopher Eccelston: “You dunderheads!1111111111” screamed Dumbledore wisely"

David Tennant: “I’m good at too many things? WHY CAN’T I JUST BE NORMAL? IT’S A FUCKING CURSE!”

Matt Smith: “STOP IT NOW YOU HORNY SIMPLETONS”

Peter Capaldi: “I was even upset went to rehearsal with my Gothic metal band, Bloody Gothic Rose 666. I am the leader singer of it and I play guitar”

I’m so sorry.

The first few nights after Cas comes back are surprisingly uneventful. Dean pulls him into a tight hug and hangs on for a while, just to make sure he’s really here and alive and Cas, and then they just go home and put Cas in the spare room he always uses when he needs it. They settle in the bunker to help him recover, but there’s very little fanfare because, honestly, that’s just not their style.

But the fourth night, Dean breaks, right there in the kitchen over a skillet of fried chicken.

Cas walks in, hair sticking up everywhere and wearing one of Dean’s old sweatshirts, glaring at Dean with the most offended expression. “You didn’t tell me that Jack dies at the end.”

“What?”

"Jack. Rose doesn’t make room for him on whatever that was she was lying on, and he dies.”

Dean blinks, trying to understand what the hell Cas is talking about and why the hell he’s so mad. “Are we talking about Titanic?”

"Yes! You were the one who suggested I watch it!”

Suddenly, Dean’s so happy it actually hurts, tightens his chest so much he almost can’t breathe. “Cas, I was joking.”

But even as he says the words, he’s walking forward, throwing himself around Cas in a hug that would be painful for any human. Cas just stands there, still irritated, and it only makes Dean hug him harder.

“It’s good to have you home,” Dean mumbles, head buried in Cas’ neck.

Cas thaws at the words and hugs back, and Dean can hear the smile in his voice when he answers. “It’s good to be here, Dean.”

TBT: a journey

About two months ago I was hate-watching the finale of Pretty Little Liars because I started watching it as a joke and got roped in by gays and murder and Troian Bellisario’s voice. Anyway there was this preview for this show and these 3 chicks were screaming at a subway.  And I wasn’t sure what was going on…Cosmo? That chick from Faking It? Cute black girl? Some white chick with a bougie name like Sutton? No thanks.

And then there was a preview during the PLL finale where they were talking with the chick from Faking It about orgasms.  And the other white girl and her black friend were being funny and the white girl had this line “Loving the can-do spirit!” And it made me chuckle.  So then when PLL ended I was like “eh…what the hell”.

And then I realized wait, these 3 chicks are super supportive of each other? And feel like real friends?

Oh and bougie Sutton is actually super relatable and hilarious, but also just really hardworking.

Oh and there was this boss, who is the chick from The Office, and when you think she’s just going to be a Devil Wears Prada rip off she’s actually really supportive of her staff and inspiring? 

And all of a sudden I’m just…What the hell am I watching? Why does this feel so rare and why am I smiling?

Oh wait…and then there was a LESBIAN MUSLIM RABBIT HOLE.  

And this character Adena, and Kat, and Kat doesn’t know if she likes girls. 

And all of a sudden I’m crying because this hits so close to home. And then she has a revelation at a gosh dang SOUL CYCLE class and it’s so absurd yet feels the most real any scene I’ve ever seen and it’s paired with Sutton negotiating a salary?! And I’m watching this nonsense and screaming: WHAT IS THIS GEM OF A SHOW!!!

And then some drama happened and Tiny Jany (because that’s what we call her because she’s tiny) might have a BRCA gene and she just sobs and I am sobbing with her. And they all get in a bathtub together and it’s the cutest goddamn scene ever.

Oh and then Kadena (because that’s what they’re called now because I just dove right into the trash of shipping this shit so hard) have the type of angst and slow burn that normally the straight whites have.  And they have this drawn out ROMANCE. That usually only happens in movies!

And they have the epic airport goodbyes, and the slow sex scene (in an airport).  
And now I’m this grown ass woman in her 20s with like a grown up job going…WHAT TYPE OF DARK MAGIC IS THIS SHOW AND WHY AM I SO SHOCKED THAT THIS IS ON TV BECAUSE IT’S LITERALLY SO NORMAL AND BEAUTIFUL AND I FEEL SO UNDERSTOOD.

Because Kat not knowing how to label herself is real. And Kat being terrified of relationships is real.  And Tiny Jane living the dream but still wanting more for herself and to take risks is real. And Sutton Brady is just the realest character out there.

I regret nothing from that random decision a few months ago. 

I Got You On My Mind [Part 2]

Jungkook Soulmate AU

Part One | Part Two | Next Part

Genre: Angst (ft. Fuckboy!Jungkook)

Summary: Ever since your fateful first encounter with Jungkook, it’s been radio silence in your mind. You’re trying your best to move on. But no matter how hard you try to forget him, life finds away to throw the two of you back together.

Word count: 2.2k

Originally posted by jungxook

A few weeks later, and any tension between you and Jieun was gone. Currently, she sat in front of her vanity, applying makeup in preparation for the music department’s showcase. Behind her, you stood, curling iron in hand, ready to help.

Jieun glanced back to look at you. “You can go ahead,” she said, nodding towards the tool in your hand. “I’ll just do my makeup at the same time–it’s fine.”

You nodded and got started, making quick work of Jieun’s thick, black hair. Soon, her hair fell in glistening loose waves.

“You look good,” you smiled, kneeling down to unplug the curler from her bedroom wall. “We should get going soon. You know, it would probably be faster if you got ready backstage.”

“Like hell,” Jieun snorted, standing up and smoothing out her small, black dress. “It’s a fight for mirrors. I made the mistake of going backstage in freshman year…never again.”

You laughed as you followed Jieun out of the room. As you passed through your small apartment, you grabbed your bomber jacket from where you had flung it over the couch earlier.

“That’s what you’re wearing?” Jieun asked, raising an eyebrow critically as she scanned you from head to toe. Self consciously, you squirmed under her gaze. You were wearing a pair of jeans, a graphic tee, and a bomber–it was acceptable! “Seriously?”

“What?” you demanded, zipping your jacket up. “This fine. I’m keeping it casual. I’m not the one performing, so it doesn’t matter.”

Jieun just rolled her eyes. She threw on a jacket, too, and together you exited the apartment.

Outside, the air was beginning to cool. The sun had already begun to set, the days becoming shorter and shorter as winter approached. Jieun shivered slightly, the cold nipping at her bare legs.

“See?” you taunted, a smile pulling at your lips. “Wearing pants was a good idea.”

“Oh, shut up!” Jieun exclaimed, elbowing you sharply. There was a short stretch of silence, and then Jieun spoke again. This time, her tone was serious. “Y/N, w-we really need to talk. About…you know. What are you going to do? He’s your soulmate, for god’s sake!”

“What can I do?” you asked resignedly. “He made himself clear.”

“But…you’re meant to be together,” Jieun argued quietly, her eyes full of concern as she glanced at you.

“I can’t change how he feels,” you sighed, shoving your hands into your pockets. Even thinking about Jungkook made your heart ache. “Look, I don’t want to talk about this. Tonight isn’t about me or Jungkook, okay? It’s your night.”

“I know,” Jieun smiled sadly. “I’m just worried about you. You’re my best friend, you know?”


Later, you find yourself sitting in the cushioned seats of your school’s theatre. All the seats around you were occupied–either by friends or family of the performers. A few of the junior students had performed already, but you didn’t pay much attention. After all, you were only there for Jieun.

You glanced at the program in your hands, flipping through it to pass time. As you read through the pages, you spotted Jieun’s name. The program said she’d be singing two songs, both of them ballads you had heard her sing in the shower for weeks.

The person performing after her was a boy named Kihyun, whom you had met at a few parties. You continued scanning the page, looking for names you recognized. Eventually, your gaze gravitated back to Jieun’s name. As your eyes shifted up the page, your heart stopped.

Jeon Jungkook.

Your soulmate’s name was printed neatly above Jieun’s, followed by the two songs he would be singing. Your heart began to race, remembering the last time you had heard Jungkook sing.

Before everything fell apart.

In your nervousness, you had begun tapping your leg rapidly. The woman beside you glared at you pointedly, and you forced yourself to sit still. Suddenly, the people around you began to applaud, and your attention snapped to the stage in front of you.

The boy currently on stage was removing his acoustic guitar from his lap. He stood and bowed, some people in the crowd whistling and hollering. Then, the boy turned and exited the stage, the lights dimming as the next act entered.

In the darkness of the auditorium and in the sudden silence of the audience, you heard the Jungkook’s voice for the first time in weeks. It was quiet, but you heard it nonetheless.

“Fuck,” Jungkook hissed. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.”

You guessed he was nervous. You couldn’t help the amused smile that appeared, but you resisted the urge to reply to his thoughts. Keeping your mind as blank as possible, you weren’t surprised at the sight in front of you when the lights flickered back on.

At the front of the stage, Jungkook stood, dressed in a simple white shirt and black pants. His bangs were pushed to the side, and the harsh lighting highlighted Jungkook’s sharp features. He looked more handsome now than ever.

You gulped–and then the music started.

Soon, Jungkook’s sweet voice was flowing throughout the theatre. As he sang, he kept his eyes shut and his eyebrows furrowed. He was singing a cover of Lost Stars, which fit his voice perfectly. As the song progressed, Jungkook switched to a falsetto, and it sent a shiver down your spine.

Closing your eyes, you allowed yourself to be carried away by Jungkook’s beautiful voice. His words surrounded you like an embrace, and you wished those loving lyrics were for you.

Needless to say, you couldn’t be blamed for being unable to focus on the rest of the performances following Jungkook’s.


Jieun clung to your arm, her breath already reeking of alcohol. Around you, a swelling mass of people moved, and deafening electronic music thudded in the background.

“Come on, Y/N,” Jieun slurred, giggling at herself. “Just have a drink with me! It won’t kill you.”

“I didn’t plan on coming to your afterparty,” you frowned, trying to discreetly lead your friend towards the front door. She noticed and stomped her foot.

“You’re so mean!” Jieun whined. “You owe me. You didn’t even pay attention to my performance! I could tell y-you were still thinking about Jungkook!”

“Shh!” you hissed, covering her mouth with your hand. “Fine! I’ll drink. Shit, Jieun. Don’t…talk about that here, okay?”

“‘Kay!” Jieun chirped triumphantly, dragging you to the kitchen with surprising strength.

Inside the kitchen, there was a crowd of very drunk people chanting, “Shots! Shots! Shots!”

Somehow, Jieun was able to produce a shot glass filled with tequila. Sighing, you grabbed it and threw it back. A few shots later, you were as sloppy as everyone else. Your friend had disappeared, leaving you with your new friends in the kitchen.

Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted a familiar figure appear in the entryway of the room. It was Jungkook.

“I’ll be back,” you mumbled, turning to follow your soulmate with newfound courage, no doubt from all the tequila you had just consumed.

The crowd in the living room had dispersed a little bit, allowing you to spot Jungkook quite easily. He leaning against the back of the couch surrounded by a group of his friends, an arm slung over the shoulders of another girl. He held a can of beer in his other hand.

Impulsively, you stormed towards to your soulmate, feeling the frustration and hurt you had buried so well resurface. It also irked you to see Jungkook cozying up with another girl when he knew. You staggered up to Jungkook’s group, pushing past two guys to stand directly in front of your soulmate.

“What the fuck?” one guy spat, grabbing you roughly by the shoulder. You paid him no mind, shaking him off.

“Jeon Jungkook!” you yelled, your words slurring together, as you crossed your arms. “We needta talk.

Suddenly, rough hands spun you around. The guy you had pushed earlier was glaring down at you, positively seething.

“Look at me when talk to you, bitch,” the guy seethed, and you winced as his grip on your arm tightened. Then, he was staggering backwards as if he had been pushed. And it was because he had been. Jungkook stood tall beside you, his expression stony.

“Don’t touch her,” he warned quietly, his voice threatening. Then he grabbed your hand, pulling you away from his friends and out of the living room. Behind you, Jungkook’s friends were openmouthed in surprise.

Jungkook guided to to a secluded hallway, dropping your hand immediately after he stopped walking. He turned to look at you, his expression icy.

“I thought I told you to stay away from me,” he said, his eyes guarded. Jungkook’s lips were set in a straight line, and you thought they looked much better when he was singing earlier that night.

“You did, but you were also being an asshole,” you replied, feeling a little more sober than a few moments ago. Perhaps it was the gravity of the situation. Bravely, you looked into Jungkook’s uncaring eyes. “It’s great that you feel that way. I get it, okay? But it’s not all about you, and we need to talk about this.”

“There’s nothing left to say!” Jungkook exclaimed, frustration seeping into his voice. “I’ve already explained myself to you.”

“No, you haven’t,” you snapped. “You told me to forget about what had happened. But why? You’ve explained absolutely nothing. I don’t know how you feel, let alone how I feel!”

“You want to know how I feel?” Jungkook laughed coldly. “Like I said, there’s not much to say. I don’t feel anything.”

“That’s bullshit!” you cried, feeling angry tears pool in your eyes. You blinked them away furiously. “We’ve been talking for years, Jungkook. You’re not like this…I know you’re not.”

“You know nothing,” Jungkook hissed, backing you up against the wall. He slammed his hands against the plaster, caging you in with his arms. Still, you stared at him, defiant. “Sure, it was fun to play pretend. But that wasn’t me, it won’t ever be me. I’m not going to lie and say that I’ll change for you, because I never will.”

“I’m not asking you to change,” you replied. “You’re making all these assumptions–”

“You should be asking,” Jungkook interrupted, his voice quiet. His arms dropped from around you and he stepped back. His words rang with finality. “If you knew who I really am, you’d ask.”

“Jungkook!” someone called shrilly from around the corner. The girl from before–the one who Jungkook had been sitting with–appeared, her heels clicking loudly against the hardwood floors as she approached. “I was looking for you.”

“Well, you found me,” Jungkook smirked, all traces of your conversation cast away in the blink of an eye. He slipped his arm around the girl’s waist and leaned down to whisper something in her ear.

You bit your lip, your heart stinging painfully.

“What are you looking at?” the girl spat when she saw you still standing there awkwardly.

Jungkook paid you and the girl’s protests no mind. He caught the girl’s lips with his, his tongue slipping obscenely into her mouth. The girl moaned and pressed further against Jungkook. His hands wandered deviously, one hand slipping underneath the girl’s shirt.

Your eyes blurred with tears, and you hurried away before Jungkook and the girl had the satisfaction of seeing you cry. Blindly, you stumbled towards the front door of the fraternity house–at least that was where you thought you were.

In the distance, you thought you heard someone calling your name. Still, you didn’t stop. You were eager to escape this crowded building. The heat and the constant noise were suffocating you. Finally, you reached the door, your hands searching for the knob.

Eventually, you located it. You turned the doorknob with haste, inhaling deeply as you stepped into the crisp, autumn air. You closed the door behind you and continued on aimlessly, your eyes unfocused with unshed tears.

Your footsteps echoed against the pavement, and you kept your eyes cast skyward as you tried not to cry. You weren’t sure where you were going or how long you had been walking. You just kept going, because it was easier than thinking. 

Hurt was still radiating through you, and you wondered why you were still pretending to be fine. You glanced at the ground and let a few tears fall, your vision clearing. 

But by then, it was already too late. You looked up just in time to see the bright headlights of an incoming car.

And then, everything went dark.

The last thing you heard was Jungkook’s voice, ringing loudly in your mind.

“Y/N? What’s going on? Talk to me–are you alright? Fuck! Y/N!”

- Girl in Luv

Okay…another cliffhanger. I’m sorryyyyyyyy! Also I just wanted to say this: I was absolutely shocked by the support I received from the first part of this series. I just wanted to thank everyone who took the time to respond! So, I hope you all enjoyed this second instalment. Stay tuned for part three, and tell me what you think so far! Thanks again, guys 💛

BTS as girls they fall for
  • Jungkook: the confident, sexy one. he likes the cool girls that are out of his league so when u told him u liked his fav game as well he’d nut. the one who isn’t scared to initiate but is quick to draw back n get flustered. stupidly beautiful and he’d fall for ur confidence and he’d stay in love with your shy, cutesy side. probably grossed out by aegyo.
  • Jin: the elegant, funny one. the one who makes the entire room smile and who can easily control a crowd. steals the spotlight without intending to. knows how to behave in public, but knows how to crack the best jokes along ‘the boys’. smart in a mom way. prettiest smile u’ve ever seen. wears a trenchcoat or some dumb shit like that.
  • Jimin: the loud, cute one. the one who’s a friend before she’s a girlfriend typa deal. falls for u silently nd adores ur innocence. tousles ur hair nd pretends to be annoyed when u do aegyo but kinda loves it fr. usually not shy so he loves it when u finally get shy around him.
  • Hoseok: the ‘everyone loves her’ one. gets along easily with everyone n genuinely doesn’t judge. some ppl think she fake cuz she so sweet but aint nobody resistin her. has a ton of friends nd loves to be social, neither too cute nor too sexy. probably gives a shit ton of money to charity.
  • Namjoon: the ridiculously sexy grown one. the one who makes daddy namjoon become her son. gets him all weak and flustered n he don’t know shit about what he gon do. someone who is smart as hell like her brain wears glasses kinda smart u know. probably insanely devoted to her job.
  • Yoongi: the shy n timid girl. the type of girl that doesn’t rly speak too much nd it makes him wonder so bad. probably has pretty knees. the type to get real speechless nd easily flustered. the type to listen quietly in the studio as he plays his songs nd he turns his head nd asks “do you like it?” nd u smile nervously “yeah” nd he loves u. he loves that ur innocent. cute.
  • Taehyung: the oblivious, good girl. the one who’s always confused, always rushing somewhere, can never seem to figure out where the hell she’s going. real cute eyes. isn’t a mom friend but definitely a worrier. talks to her mom a lot on the phone. doesn’t even notice taehyung likes her until he either says it or kisses her nd even then she’ll b confused and oblivious and he’ll love it. good @ heart nd wants to help everyone. cries a lot.

hello, it’s a beautiful monday and i’ve come here to share a series of headcanons about kara being the ultimate boob girl, you know how many regrets i have? zero, none. (@luthorbitch)

  • when kara and lena first start dating kara is not quite sure as to why she loves certain attires on lena, because well duh she always looks great with whatever she’s wearing but she has come to realize she really likes when lena wears tight dresses or low cut blouses. kara convinces herself the first few times she catches herself staring it’s because lena has really nice collarbones    all sharp and kissable but her eyes always end up at lena’s cleavage for some strange reason.
  • making out with lena is great, especially when she’s still wearing work clothes, sometimes her skirt rides up and kara can catch a glimpse of creamy skin, lena’s lipstick always ends up smeared over her mouth and jaw, her usually perfectly combed hair turns into a mess and most importantly, when lena presses closer to her, she can feel her boobs against her own chest and it’s… weirdly enjoyable. 
  • lena is not stupid, she notices just how flustered kara becomes whenever she’s wearing a particularly tight shirt or how whenever they kiss kara grabs her waist to pull her impossibly close to her, or how if they’re in the middle of an interview sometimes kara stares at her boobs. and she would be lying if she said she doesn’t find it thrilling, so she decides to tease, because why not? she makes it her mission to see just how long kara can take it before actually acting upon her desires. 
  • “come to game night! lucy just came back from chicago and she’s dying to meet you, i’ve told her a lot about you!” and lena knows she shouldn’t be a little shit but the opportunity is right there, so she shows up to kara’s apartment wearing skinny jeans, heels and a shirt that shows off her goodies. when kara opens the door and catches the outfit she squeezes the door knob so hard she breaks it. “wow, kara, are you alright?!” alex instantly stands up from her place on the couch and lena has to fight the smirk that threatens to give away her plan. 
  • lena spends the entire night making it hard for kara to control her impulses. she bends down way too much whenever she has to roll the dices to monopoly and unlike any other regular game night, this time she has decided to sit right across from kara so she can watch her every movement. kara squirms, every single time lena straightens her back and flashes a smile her way poor kara is red faced and struggling to breathe    lena loves it.
  • when finally everyone’s gone, kara basically launches herself at lena. she kisses her everywhere, her enthusiasm is overwhelming but still kara doesn’t touch her boobs and lena’s patience is running low, so while they’re kissing, lena grabs kara’s hands and guides them both to rest on top of her breasts. kara stops in her tracks, opens her eyes wide “are you, are you okay with that?” lena doesn’t answer she arches her back into kara’s warm fingers and that’s all kara needs, she kneads for an entire half hour before lena’s driver is at the door to take her home, lmao.
  • “my back hurts,” lena says a week or so after their heavy makeout. “i’ve had one hell of a day and i don’t know why i decided to use this awful bra, it doesn’t give me all the support i need,” kara, little b cup angel doesn’t have idea what lena’s talking about but because she’s an amazing girlfriend, she offers to give her a back massage, “that’ll help, right?” and of course lena is one of those girls that have an entire lush store in her closet, she comes back from her room wearing shorts and a tanktop and carrying tons of lotions so kara can pick one. kara has never in her life given a massage, she’s regretting the decission as soon as she starts reading the tags on the back of the bottles. she’s so fixated in finding the difference between vanilla/coconut and cocunut/strawberry that it’s not until lena clears her throat that she sees her standing there, hands in hips and without a shirt on. kara breaks the two bottles she’s holding when she sees lena’s bra is almost transparent. “kara, honey! those were my favorite!” 
  • they’re making out instead of watching the film kara picked on netflix, lena straddling kara’s lap and grinding against her softly, “god, it’s too hot in here” lena says with a single drop of sweat running down her temple and kara doesn’t know what comes over her when she tells her to take her shirt off, most certainly she also didn’t expect lena to actually do it. kara barely has the time to register the black bra with pink details because lena’s kissing her hard again. lena is a terrific kisser, she truly is but right now she can’t concentrate on how her tongue does wonders because she feeling lena’s boobs bouncing ever so lightly and it’s driving her insane, she wants to see that. so she breaks apart and lena’s a little confused, she quirks an eyebrow and is about to ask if something’s wrong, if they should maybe stop. but kara suddenly grabs her ass and forces her to grind harder and lena’s mouth opens in a silent scream. lena comes grinding against kara’s thigh and kara doesn’t think she’ll ever find something as beautiful as the sight of lena luthor’s boobs covered in lingerie bouncing.
  • she’s wrong. lena’s boobs without the bra are more beautiful. 
  • the first time they have sex kara spends solidly twenty minutes sucking on lena’s nipples. lena has to push her away because, “i am horny you need to fuck me right now or help me god,” and kara does… bless.
  • alex is going to kill everyone. the whole gang’s at the bar, a little bit drunk and a lot giggly when lucy asks “spill the truth everyone, james and i had a discussion yesterday on how asses are better than boobs, so we’re running a consensus. what do y’all prefer?” alex says asses, james and lucy agree with her, winn says thighs, lena says she refuses to live on such a binary and close minded system and then kara shrugs and says she doesn’t have a preference, just as they are about to move on lena scoffs and says “yeah, right” kara looks genuinely confused and lucy, of course being the horrible person she is, asks lena to elaborate. “kara is a boob girl.” everyone laughs but alex’s face matches kara’s offense. “i am not!” kara almost screams but lena, composed as usual takes a sip of her whisky and smirks, “you spent an hour and half kissing my boobs yesterday and when i asked you if you were in the mood you said you weren’t, you just liked burying your face in them.” kara wants to hide under the table, james and lucy high five lena, alex is actually going to kill someone because, christ, that mental image won’t leave her head. 
  • “it’s a little weird,” kara says blushing and looking at the floor. she’s been texting lena the whole week about a thing she wants to try but just as she’s about to say what it is, she changes her mind and insists it’s nothing that important. lena is not letting her off the hook that easy. not today. “promise me you won’t laugh!” and lena kisses her cheek and promises. “i want to… well i don’t know how to say it, if it has an actual name or something… i want to try and, i don’t know, eat whipped cream… off your boobs? is that weird?” lena bites her lower lip… food in sex means mess and she’s not into messy stuff, but if kara is then she’ll give it a try “okay, but you have to promise me you’ll lick it up clean, i don’t want my tits sticky.”
  • so it turns out lena actually enjoys it. whipped cream, chocolate syrup, nutella, ice cream… she has to draw the line at tomato sauce though, “no kara, i am not a pizza” 
  • kara hates shopping, she doesn’t understand why people take so long in clothing stores, if she finds a pair of jeans that fit well then she’s buying four more because what’s the point on wasting more time and energy in things she won’t even use. however lena loves shopping. she spends hours looking at shoes, and bags, and dresses, and makeup and kara loves her, she does but she just wants to go home and watch cut throat kitchen because they’ve been standing in the middle of swarovski for two hours now only because lena doesn’t know if she wants that cute diamond ring with emerald details or gold. “i have to do one more stop, just one more and then i promise we’ll go home.” kara groans but follows her anyways. they get to victoria secret’s and lena just ponders around the shop, “love? do you want me in red or in blue?” kara almost trips with her own feet as she sees lena grabbing two similar lacy bras, “both?” kara answers sheepishly and the smile that lena flashes her way is enough to make her knees go weak. “i want both of these in 36D.” 
  • the next time someone asks her if she’s more of an ass girl or a boobs girl all she has to think about is lena on nothing but lingerie, boobs going up and down as she rides kara and the answer comes to mind easily, “you know… i love boobs. i just… i love them. they’re soft and cushiony and you can kiss them and bite them and leave hickeys on them, boobs are… wow!!!! boobs are great.” alex smacks her in the head.
firsts ✰ peter parker

summary : a collection of firsts between you and your beloved boyfriend, peter benjamin parker. 

author’s note : y’all okay this is so long my apologies i just??? went so overboard??? because i loved this so much?? also i could probably do more of these because it’s so cute and there are more things that could be added this was just already so long

  • the first time you meet peter, you’re pretty sure, at least just for a second, that you’ve officially met the human form of sunshine
  • seriously he’s always so happy??? and smiling??? and it’s honestly makes him so attractive to you in the first place
  • other than the exceptionally cute face that keeps angling itself toward you ever so slightly in ap chem class that thursday morning 
  • you’re both in lab and he’s sitting at his shared table with ned and he’s supposed to be making the mixture for his webs but oh well he’d rather stare at you like he does in every class you have together
  • (it’s three, three classes and two free periods and lunch and your locker is four down from his, not that he’s paying much attention to that sort of thing)
  • finally ned encourages him to walk up to you in class and ask for an extra beaker one day
    • “do you want my hat for some confidence boosts”
    • “no ned you’re the only one who can wear that hat properly”
    • “you’re not wrong”
  • so peter casually strolls up to your table where you’re sitting alone because your partner is absent and he bumps into the front of the desk 
  • you glance up from your work to see him holding his ribcage and mumbling under his breath
    • “oh, hi peter!” you say cheerfully
    • “wait you know my name?” ohmygodohmygod she knows who i am what the hell oh my god
    • “well duh, we have three classes together of course i do”
  • the best way to describe him in that moment is having lit up from within
  • he instantaneously smiles so wide and so excitedly as he realizes that you’ve noticed him too and maybe not in the same way he’s been noticing you but it doesn’t matter because it’s something 
  • he can work with something
  • and he definitely does
  • from the moment he slid into the empty seat next to you, turning around to give ned a completely obvious thumbs up with another wide grin, you knew you were goner
  • the first time you hold hands with peter you’re on the train with him going to meet may for the first time
  • you’re sort of together but not really but at the same time everyone knows that you and peter are pretty much dating
  • anyways peter really wants you to meet his aunt because she’s his favorite person ever but you’re slowly becoming a contender for that title
  • also may has been relentlessly asking to meet you for the past month and a half of you and peter developing strong feelings for each other so he figures now is as good a time as any
  • especially since he’s planning on asking you to be his girlfriend in the very very near future
  • so you’re taking the train back to his apartment and there’s barely any room for the both of you to sit unless he goes across the cart and the last thing this cutie wants to do is leave you 
  • he’s chilling and holding onto the pole thing by your seat and his other hand is dangling at his side kind of close to yours and he really wants to grab your hand so his fingers are kind of like twitching awkwardly ‘cause he’s not sure whether or not he should just lean down and go for it
  • you’re the one that goes for it in the end, shifting your bag on your lap before you reach out to hold his hand kind of loosely in case he doesn’t really want to
  • but he really wants to
  • and the blood rushes to his face so quickly when he glances down to see you shyly smiling up at him with your hand in his not quite firmly enough 
  • he laces his fingers through yours and makes sure you know he wants to do this more than anything else 
  • peter kind of adores hand holding
  • it makes him super happy and he feels safe and loved and cared for when you hold his hand for that first time 
  • he swings your hands back and forth between you as you trek to his apartment and he does it an exaggerated fashion that makes you laugh
  • he’s happy, so happy
  • the first time he kisses you is that same day, and it’s also the day he officially becomes your boyfriend
  • basically it’s a day neither you nor him would ever or could ever forget
  • you had just arrived at his building and you were both just standing there staring at each other with your hands still clasped together 
  • he had a dopey little happy adorable grin on his face as he bounced on his heels slightly and that made you smile so hard as well 
  • he looked like the most excited little boy ever 
  • which he was, if you really think about it
  • anyway he kind of just moves his hands up to your face for like a second and he hesitates but you nod and tell him that it’s okay so he presses them against your cheeks
    • “i- i wanna… can i… i’m gonna kiss you is that okay maybe”
    • “yeah pete, that’d be okay with me” you smile really softly at him and he nods again and he’s so nervous
  • he leans in and you lean in and you’re so close that you can practically feel his eyelashes delicately fluttering against your cheeks 
  • and then he closes his eyes and he kisses you and it’s only for like four seconds but it’s okay because you’re sure that it’s the best kiss you’ve ever experienced in your life
  • when he pulls back he’s so blushy and cute and shy with his head ducked slightly so you can’t look at him when he asks the next question
    • “so- um, maybe when i- i introduce you to may, i could possibly call you my… girlfriend? maybe? if you’d like to be…”
    • “PETERYESI’VEBEENWAITINGIWOULDLOVETOBE”
    • “OHOKAYIMSORRYTOKEEPYOUWAITING”
    • “IT’SFINEIREALLYLIKEYOU”
    • “ILIKEYOUMORE OKAY COOL LET’S GO MEET MAY”
  • the cutest babes ever :’))
  • the first time he calls you babe is maybe a week or two later
  • he doesn’t really mean to but it slips out and he can’t take it back
  • after seeing your reaction to it he doesn’t want to it back anyhow but before he notices how bright you beam at him he definitely slaps a hand over his face in embarrassment 
    • because like,,, is that even allowed am i supposed to say things like that what are relationship rules is that okay ohmygod
  • so you’re sitting at his desk and you’re going over calc homework with him and you’ve got a pen cap stuck between your lips as you concentrate and he is on his bed with one hand on his cheek and an elbow propping him so he can gaze at you the way an art connoisseur would admire a painting in the MET and he can’t help it
  • it just slips out like
    • “i got really lucky when i met you babe”
    • but he doesn’T MEAN TO SAY BABE AND HIS HEART KIND OF GOES !!!!!!!! but in a bad way
    • he’s like ah fuck i ruined it
    • but you spin around in his little spinny chair that you love and you grin at him and then he relaxes a bit and thinks hey ok good job peter so suave and charming nice one man and pats himself on the back a bit
    • “babe huh”
    • he tries to play it cool but he squeaks out “ummm yeah well like if you’re cool with it ya know haha” 
  • spoiler alert ! you’re v cool with it
  • the first time he says i love you isn’t during some big grandiose argument about him being spider-man
  • in fact it’s probably the lamest fucking thing ever and he kind of regrets not making it a bigger deal to tell you that he loves you but like whatever
  • it makes for a funny story
  • he’s been up with you the past two weeks studying for a history final that has you stressed out you haven’t kissed him hello in like… two days
  • you get out of your final and you’re like sweating from the stress of it and from holding your breath while answering questions because half of the shit you studied for isn’t on the test??? and like??? american education system whatever bye
  • he doesn’t even have a test that day but he waits outside the room for the hour and a half anyway
    • “you probably aced it babe you’re so smart i bet you did wonderfully i’m so sure of it”
    • “when i go to summer school you’re gonna wanna take those words back peter benjamin parker”
      “shut up let me supportive gosh y/n… anyways wanna go get celebratory donuts, my treat obviously”
    • “yes let’s go right now”
  • so another few days pass and you’re getting the tests back and peter skips the last ten minutes of his advanced english class to linger outside your door so he can be the first to greet you when you leave
  • the bell rings and you’re the last one out 
  • (this is mostly to tease peter because you know he’s outside the door he’s not good at being inconspicuous even if he’s spider-man)
  • you finally come out and he bounds over to you with wide eyes and places his hands on your shoulders 
    • *drmatically* “tell me the news”
    • *sadly* “well i…” *dramatic pause* “acED IT WITH FLYING COLORS PETER I PASSED !!!!!”
    • he practically squeals with happiness and he hugs you so tightly you’re lifted off your feet as he babbles on “oh my gosh i knew you could do it i’m so proud i love you so much you’re so smart i can’t believe i’m with a genius wow”
  • you step back with your mouth sort of agape in shock and peter tilts his head at you in confusion because he didn’t know that he said it just came out like words tend to do with him
    • “peter”
    • “what?????”
    • “you just you loved me”
    • “wait i did” he takes a moment to remember what he said and then he does and he just goes “aw damn it that’s not how i wanted to say it now it’s ruined god damn it”
    • and you’re just like the epitome of the heart eyes emoji because he looks so distraught that he ruined the moment 
    • “peter shut up for a second you dummy i love you so much too”
    • “oH REALLY WOW THAT’S AWESOME
  • he’s a huge dork
  • but you wouldn’t have it any other way because this is the nerd that you love and would love for as long as possible

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Relationship: Tom Holland x reader

Request: anon: ok first i wanted to say that your writing is amazing and second i was wondering if you could do an imagine were the reader is a well known model an has a calvin klein photoshoot with tom holland and it gets steamy between the two and it ends with smut? i’m sorry if i was too specific

Warnings: S M U T (18+)

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: so. many. sins.


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