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what does your blog title mean?
it’s a quote from a poem by richard siken called snow and dirty rain - you can read it in his collection crush!
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Stop regretting the past. Stop dwelling on all of the chances you wish you took and the moments when wish you kept quiet. All of the first kisses you were too afraid to lean into, all of the 5 seconds of no-fear that you never had. For whatever reason, you made the choices you made and they’ve shaped you into who you are today. You did what you thought was right. You did what you had to do to make it to where you are today. Don’t look back in sorrow. Do not lament. Simply let it be and look forward into your infinite future. You are doing so great.
Hey everyone sorry for not posting on here for the last week, I’ve been laying low after a frightening incident that happened to me regarding undercover police and someone I met here off Tumblr. Yes, police are targeting people (drug users primarily) on here by making blogs that have nothing on them (no reblogs, no personal content, not following any other blogs but Tumblr Staff and YOU) and messaging drug addicts in private telling them that if we help them score they will give us money/let us keep like half the amount of stuff they’re asking for, etc.
I was debating on whether or not I should post this since the person this is about doesn’t know I know they’re a cop/working for cops, but I want to keep everyone on here safe from this kind of stuff happening to them, so I might as well share my experience.
Basically a blog on here that had nothing posted on their blog and that wasn’t following anyone except for me and Tumblr Staff (two key sketchy signs right there) messaged me asking for help getting H saying that they had just moved from out of state and needed help with a new connect and offered me close to $100 each time for helping them. It seemed sketchy but I desperately needed the money, so I decided to help.
I met with them twice before the third time, being extremely cautious the first two times (watching my surroundings, asking important questions, sending someone else to bring the stuff back to them instead of me, etc.). Then on the third time they asked for a much larger amount than they had asked for the first two times (which is something cops trying to do an undercover buy do, they buy a couple of decent sized amounts and then on buy number three they buy a large amount and try to pop you with it when you return back to them with it.)
On buy three I carefully watched my surroundings. I noticed undercover cop cars around keeping an eye on me, after I walked off I had a bad feeling.
I got a confirmation that my sketched out feelings were right when while the person was waiting on me to come back with dope my friend that knew what I was doing gave me a call and told me that they were over in the area that that person I’m helping is in and that there’s over 5 cop cars and a drug task force vehicle waiting on me to come back so they could bust me. There was also unmarked vehicles with cops looking out the window with binoculars driving up and down the streets looking for where I went. I’m not going to say what happened after this in case the person I wrote this about finds it. I did the smart thing and decided to be safe instead of sorry.
Everyone on Nodsquad, Tweaker Nation, and everything in between, BE CAREFUL WHEN IT COMES TO MEETING PEOPLE ONLINE AND HELPING THEM GET VARIOUS SUBSTANCES! IT CAN AND POSSIBLY COULD COME BACK TO BITE YOU.
I’ve met probably close to 20 people off of Tumblr, some just to hang out, some for whatever else, and none of them were sketchy people until this last incident.
DON’T HELP BLOGS THAT ARE NEW AND DON’T HAVE ANY CONTENT ON THEM! (aka no reblogs, no personal content, only following you and Tumblr staff or a very unusually small handful of people.)
DON’T GIVE OUT YOUR REAL NAME, REAL PHONE NUMBER, OR ANY OTHER PERSONAL INFORMATION ABOUT YOURSELF TO THESE PEOPLE OR ANYONE ONLINE YOU DON’T REALLY KNOW.
If it seems too good to be true, it probably is.
If anyone has anymore questions about avoiding these types of situations, about signs and tips on how to spot an undercover cop, or anything else feel free to message me privately. The area I’m in recently hired 110 more undercovers to do drug busts right now, I’m sure Seattle isn’t the only place with this sort of thing going on right now.
PLEASE, PLEASE BE SAFE EVERYONE. A get well, a high, or a chunk of cash isn’t worth a felony and your freedom.
Please reblog this message so everyone in the drug community on here can see this and be made aware. Tumblr isn’t always a “safe place” like we would like to think it is.
Prompt: Hey I was wondering can you make a smut one where like jughead gets jealous because you’ve been spending a lot of time with another guy for whatever reason and he confronts you about it ? Thank you so much in advance I’m like in love with your blog ❤️❤️❤️
Hi! Can I have a Jealous!Jughead Jones smut? Maybe Y/N is spending a lot of time with Archie and Jug gets jealous (duh) and shows her who she ‘belongs’ to?
A/N: Jealous Jughead is my life purpose. Hopefully I did okay on this one! Sorry it’s short! Requests are welcome.
It all started with Archie asking you to help him with his english paper. It was known around school that you were good at english and had a keen eye for editing so it wasn’t out of the ordinary when your ginger friend asked for your help.
You had already finished and edited your own paper as well as looking over your boyfriend, Jughead’s. So You simply shrugged and told him to meet you at the library.
After the first meeting, Archie asked you to help him with some other stuff so he could keep up his grades for football. You agreed as you’re always happy to help out a friend.
That was Monday.
You told Jughead that Arch needed help with homework and that he was welcome to come as well but he simply shrugged, walking away with a frown on his face.
It’s been a week and your boyfriend has been acting differently since you started hanging out with Archie more. You guys moved your meeting from the Library to Pop’s and Arch always offered to pay as a thank you for helping him.
you’re still valid as a nonbinary person no matter how you first found out about nonbinary identities.
did you first learn that being nonbinary was a thing through tumblr? another website? a documentary? the news? a magazine? did you first start questioning your identity after a friend figured out that they were nonbinary? after you started following nonbinary blogs?
it doesn’t matter where you first learned about nonbinary identities or what prompted you to start questioning whether you might be nonbinary. these things have no baring on the validity of your identity and you’re no less nonbinary for getting your initial information from certain places rather than others.
Yo, so, I’ve noticed some strictly SFW blogs I follow have ended up with very detailed porn posts and I am 100% sure that it is not their doing.
If you see any porn pop up on my dash AT ALL LET ME KNOW RIGHT AWAY.
Seriously this isn’t funny if somehow Tumblr is letting this happen.
Just send me a message with “hey there’s this post you made with pornography in it did you post that??” and the answer will be a firm NO. followed by me trying to find out what the fuck happened and where it came from.
So, again: LET ME KNOW IF YOU SEE ANY PORN POP UP ON MY DASH. I DID NOT POST IT. I DO NOT KNOW WHERE IT CAME FROM. IT IS NOT ALLOWED ON MY BLOG AT ALL.
request? yes “ Hiiiiii! I have a request if you’re taking them still, a 13rw (I’m a huge fan of your blog btw) where the reader is dating Zach and he figures out that Bryce did something to her (you can decided) and he loses his shit and attacks him. ”
pairing(s): zach x fem!reader , bryce x fem!reader , alex x fem!reader (platonic)
warning(s): mentions of rape
a/n: i skipped writing the details for the fighting scene because i’m not really good with writing scenes like that, sorry!! but 13rw requests are closed !! i wrote this in a different perspective because i can’t even imagine doing this in a reader’s pov. it made me get so much anxiety writing it, so sorry if this isn’t as good as my other fics. oh, and if any of you readers were wondering, i am willing to write girlxgirl or boyxboy. just shoot me a request and i’ll happily accept. i’m sorry that it seems like i always write about fem!readers :(
words: 1169 (hehe)
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It’s been days since Y/N was last seen in Liberty High.
Wake up every day and be willing to put your best foot forward. You will get no where if you do not even try to succeed. Starting the day with an open mind and a positive perspective will change entirely what you are capable of achieving, work harder than you did yesterday and remind yourself of where you are going.
Imagine drawing trans women OCs to garner followers and attention to your art so you can be seen as safe and inclusive and friendly to support, and then go behind everyone’s backs and be a slimy, vile transphobe with a secret blog where she’d post abt how predatory she thought trans women are
literally all marshmallowfury saw trans people as was dollar signs and publicity. thats it.
and ppl whining abt how transterezi was bad for getting that info by “”betraying her trust”” as though thats not what she did to the LGBT+ ppl she exploited w her faux-inclusive art
I really love your writing and now I'm pan for vanderwood i hope you're happy >:3 If it's no trouble, could you please write rfa + minor trio reacting to a usually hyper and happy mc feeling really down (because they feel misunderstood or got triggered)? I hope I don't bother you with that request, I could just really use some love and care from the baes ^^;; Love and hugs, have a wonderful day!
✿ *cracks knuckles* Boy, it’s been awhile, huh? I polished off my finals a few days ago, and while I won’t be churning headcanons out at a super fast rate, I thought it was time I give this blog some TLC!
His brain goes into terror-alert mode when you don’t tackle-hug him the minute he gets home from work. Living with you is sort of like living with a hyperactive puppy, and his first thought is, oh god, are you dead? Did you slip and fall in the shower? Did aliens kidnap you and are now experimenting on your lifeless body? W h e r e a r e y o u.
The answer to “where are you” is “in the bedroom, having a lie-down”. He breathes a sigh of relief when you turn over and look at him, but still, that weak way you smile as you say hey leaves him concerned.
He immediately asks you what’s wrong. Are you feeling sick? Should he get you anything? Do you have a cold? Have you been eating enough fruit? Have you…–??
This manages to make you laugh a bit, and you sit up enough so you can pull him back down to the bed. You just want a hug, you say. And some comfort.
Yoosung is happy to oblige. After all, he’s a vet, isn’t he? He’ll always take care of you, his adorable little angel.
When Zen finds you staring absently out the window, his first cheer-up attempt is to call you by every pet name he knows. Starshine! Sugardrop! Love! Darling! Gooey-sweetie-snuggle-bottom hunie bear!
(you smack him lightly for that last one.)
Next, he tries every pick up line he knows. He compares your beauty to the moon shining on the lake, he recites poetry, he even sings you a little sonnet, and when he finally gets you to smile a little, he asks you what’s wrong.
(he wanted to make whatever it was feel a little less fresh before you talked about it, after all.)
He takes you on a motorcycle ride after, since that always helped distract him - though he obeys all the road laws on this one, because his precious, precious blossom is with him right now. He takes you out to one of his special places, and he helps you forget whatever it was that upset you.
It’s hard to be unhappy when the warm wind is on your face and a handsome man is at your side.
She finds you in the closet of the bakery, and you apologize, because you wanted to be better before she found you. You didn’t want to bother her. You know that you’re supposed to be the happy one, the cheerful one, the person rooting her on and keeping her sane when the world is building up around her.
She tells you that’s nonsense, brings you a cup of tea and a new cake she’s working on, and asks you to tell her what’s wrong.
Jaehee is so good at listening. She’s careful, attentive, and treats everything you say seriously. She never makes fun of you, or tells you that you’re overreacting or silly.
Jaehee would probably dropkick your problems if she could, but she can’t, so she settles for hugging you, petting your hair gently, before bringing you another drink and some of the flowers from the rosebushes outside.
You try to smile at Jumin when he comes home, and you’re doing so well, but then everything cracks apart, your smile falters, and you find you’re sobbing on the couch with a baffled Jumin in the doorway.
He only stands still for a moment. He literally VAULTS OVER THE CHAIR because it is the FASTEST PATH TOO YOU, and if you weren’t emotionally compromised, it would have been hilarious to see this man in a ten-thousand dollar suit act like a college track star.
He basically scoops you up, much like you’re a cat, and he tells you to tell him e v e r y t h i n g. When you say you don’t want to trouble him, you know how much it means to him to have you waiting at home for him, all cheerful and happy, he says that is NONSENSE. It isn’t you being cheerful that makes him happy, it’s you being you that does. And sometimes you’re going to be sad.
And he’s going to make you feel better when you are.
Seven knows immediately that your smile is forced. How could he not? He’s faked so many smiles over his years of being alive that he’s become all-too able to recognize the same expression on someone else’s face.
He doesn’t want to force it out of you, so he turns off the lights suddenly, leaving the star-shaped lights you have suspended from the ceiling as the only thing illuminating the room, and then pulls you up to dance.
He twirls you, spins you, is surprisingly graceful with you, despite being a total and complete nerd - though, he was a former secret agent, perhaps dancing came with the job. And you don’t have to pretend, you don’t have to say anything, you just have to… dance.
It helps. And when he holds you, during the ‘slow dance’ portion, you tell him what’s wrong as he rubs your back gently. And then you dance some more, because the world keeps spinning, despite the trials and tribulations you have to undergo.
You reminded Seven that he had a future, and now it’s his turn to remind you that you have one too.
V sits with you quietly and never blames you, even though you know he’s been through so much already and shouldn’t have to deal with your shit. You should be happy! You should be cheerful! You ARE genuinely happy and cheerful most of the time, taking him on dates and bringing the world to him, but today you just… can’t.
You can’t. You feel guilty, but you can’t.
He tells you that it is not your fault. You are human. You are allowed to be sad. You tell him all these things, and the same applies to you, too. He bops your nose with his finger when you try to protest, and you lean against him, letting him hold you and gently rub your shoulder.
After awhile, he brings out his phone, and he shows you all of the cute animal photos he’s taken over the years. It’s hard for him now, but he has so many memories captured on his various memory cards, and he shares them with you in a quiet room and a fond voice.
Saeran doesn’t know how to comfort you, so he makes a dozen pancakes using the container of Bisquick you have into the cabinet and then shoves one into your face like a burrito.
“What was that for,” you ask, after you’ve managed to chew and swallow, and he just puts another directly into your mouth, effectively using it as a fluffy batter gag.
You eat that one too, staring directly at him the entire time.
“Are you feeling better,” he asks once you’re finished, and you reply that you’re mostly just really confused.
One of the websites he’d read said that making pancakes for people was an expression of love, so he figured that would be enough to make you feel better, right?
You eat fruit to get better from a cold, so love should help you get better when you’re sad… right?
Right, you say, because Saeran is a prickly moron, but somehow his deranged antics make it hard to stay depressed.
Vanderwood is really bad at this gooey, lovey-dovey shit, so when they notice you don’t have quite as much pep in your step as usual, they aren’t really sure what to do. They do know, however, that they should do something, so they decide to tell you a joke.
“Knock knock,” they say, and you do a bit of a double-take, because Vanderwood isn’t really the type. But you’re intrigued enough that it momentarily distracts you from what’s making you gloomy, so you ask, “Who’s there?”
“Bless you,” they say, in a perfectly flat voice, and you laugh at how stupid it is.
“Knock knock,” they say again, hands in their pockets, and you’re delighted at this point.
They clear your throat. “Seven, you motherfucker, you know I don’t speak Arabic, so open your goddamn door.”
(You cover your face and snort.)
“Knock knock,” they say a third time, and you notice they look a bit shyer now.
“Al…” They rub their mouth, averting their eyes. “….Al give you a kiss if you open the door.”
You, sufficiently cheered up by this ridiculous display, peck them on the lips and thank them for being wonderfully embarrassing.
can i get an isaac imagine where he cheats on you and you two fight and he wont apologize for what he did. and then a mission comes up & it ends where you die in his arms? just really angsty please. maybe base it off of “too little, too late” by jojo?
warnings: lots of angst, breakdown, death
author’s note: this request is from my old blog, but i had the idea in google docs, so here it is! enjoy xo (not my gif)
Requested: Yes. Anon asks, “Oh oh oh! May I request something? I feel like there’s not enough Darkiplier stuff on here, so would you mind doing a little fic or something of your choice on a Darkxreader, where the reader manages to trick Dark for once, and is is furious with it? Your choice on ending, and I love this blog, you’re such a good writer!!!”
A/N: I really didn’t know what to do with this one, honestly, so, I hope you don’t mind how I did this! Also, this has much more dialogue than detail. I’m sorry! <3 …Enjoy!
(Y/N) and Dark sat across from each other on the couch, (Y/N) was getting increasingly furious and Dark’s ego was swelling. He was proud of the fact that he couldn’t be beat and by the fact that (Y/N) was a terrible guesser. It had started with a simple sentence, spoken by the human as she sat on the couch, staring at her phone.
“Many have heard me, but nobody has seen me, and I will not speak back until spoken to. What am I?” it was a riddle and (Y/N) couldn’t figure out what it meant. She thought about it for at least 30 minutes. Dark, who had been passing by the living room at the time, spoke knowing the riddle right of the bat.
“Hey, I was gonna answer that!” (Y/N) pouted as she scrolled past the post. The conversation was going to stop at that but Dark decided to add more.
“It’s not my fault you can’t comprehend a simple riddle.”
“Excuse you!” (Y/N) turned to glare at him, she hated to be called dumb or even for someone to infer that she was.
“Do you disagree with the fact that you didn’t know what the answer was, even if it was simple.” Dark approached (Y/N) with a condescending smirk on his face. He sat on the couch beside her. He faced her and she faced him and if looks could kill, Dark was sure he’d be seriously maimed.
“Fine! If you’re so damn smart, I challenge you to a Riddle Off or whatever.”
“And if I win?” Dark leaned forwards, regarding (Y/N) with narrowed eyes and the same smirk on his face as before.
“I will do whatever you want for 48 hours-”
“A month.” Dark cut (Y/N) off, challenging her.
“A week.” (Y/N) crossed her arms over her chest, narrowing her eyes at him.
“Fine. One week… And if you win?” Dark leaned back, folding his hands together in his lap. He loved their little games, mainly because he normally won.
“The same thing will happen. You will do as I say for one whole week. Do you accept?”
“I do.” Dark winked and (Y/N) rolled her eyes, she was to focused to get blush-y.
“What has a head, a tail, is brown, and has no legs?” (Y/N) read from her phone, watching him.
“You belittle me. The answer is a penny. My turn… You will always find me in the past. I can be created in the present, but the future can never taint me.” Dark grinned at her, watching as she mulled over the riddle in her head. She repeated it to herself a few times before a smile graced her lips.
“Well, you’re not as dense as I thought.” Dark nodded, a genuinely impressed.
“Piss off,” (Y/N) scrolled through her phone, ignoring Dark’s mumblings about how she couldn’t come up with a riddle on her own. “What is easy to get into, but hard to get out of?” upon seeing the mischievous look in Dark’s eyes she blushed. She realized how dirty the riddle sounded but for someone like Dark, she was sure that he wouldn’t say anything about it. Apparently she was wrong.
“I could go the perverse route but that would be wrong, the most obvious answer would be… Trouble.” Dark turned up his nose, already knowing he was correct. (Y/N) grumbled angrily to herself, a frown on her lips as she searched for a new riddle. An hour had passed since they started the meaningless challenge. They had gotten closer both furious with the other.
“Fine! You want a challenging question? What’s in my pocket? Betcha don’t know that one you pompous, condescending, asshat!” (Y/N) stood, glaring angrily at the other figure. His head was starting to twitch from his frustration. The question, though it wasn’t a riddle, was still a challenge and he wanted to win. His ego was way too big to turn away from a challenge.
“Well,” Dark started, gazing over her form, assuming she meant the pockets of her shorts. “It’s not your phone as it sits, discarded, on the coffee table. It’s definitely not your wallet because that thing is way too big to fit in a woman’s pocket. I remember that you told me you kept a ring on you at all times, one from a lost relative, that’s my answer.” (Y/N) glowered at Dark as she went to reach into her pockets. Then it clicked and she couldn’t stop the smug look that reached her lips. She realized that the pockets were faux and that the ring was actually in her jewelry box, upstairs.
“I’m sorry Dark, but you’re mistaken.” (Y/N) felt the pride swell along with her own ego. She watched the smirk fall from Dark’s face as he too realized that she didn’t have any pockets.
“You broke the rules of the game.” Dark glared, his anger multiplying, but fought to control himself. His human had beaten him this time.
“There were no rules set… Now, are you going to stand there and pout or are you going to hold up your end of the bargain.” Dark gave an over exaggerated bow and (Y/N) clapped excitedly, her smile growing.
Okay man like is this blog a joke? Because if not then please leave meme mom alone, girl probably didn't do nothing to you.
Yes, this blog is 100% a joke. Someone sent Kylee an ask from a blog title i-love-kylee-henke and I said to myself, “hey, you should go get ihatekyleehenke so it can’t be used for evil.”
So I did. I actually hadn’t planned to do anything with this url, but then Kylee reblogged the post where I said I was hoarding the url and said she “hoped I lovingly roasted the shit out of her,” so here we are.
hi!!!! i loooooooooooove your blog you are the cutest and i swear ive read all your reactions like 49023482908 times! i was wondering if you could do a reaction where bts get jealous? i dont have a specific scenario in mind but anything where they get jealous! thank youuuuuu <3
Here you go:)
*I do not own any of these gifs, credit to their owners.
Jin: Jin getting jealous wouldn’t happen that often, he would trust you fully with everything he had. When he did get jealous you’d know right away. His eyes would tighten, he’d fold his arms over his chest and he’d grow quiet. If you were to ask him what was wrong he’d just force a smile and wait until the two of you were along to talk to you, which the moment he said it out loud he’d realize how stupid he was for feeling that way.
Yoongi: Despite not being one for constant lovey dovey touching and talking, Yoongi would get jealous very quickly. He wouldn’t ever admit it, or even try to show it but that still wouldn’t stop him from scoffing every time the source of his jealousy was around or was talked about. You’d try to get him to talk to you but he’d be way to proud to admit he was jealous of something. If you were to chuckle as you realized the problem he’d just groan loudly and let you pull him into a hug.
Namjoon: Him being jealous would mean he’d be all over you; even more than he’d already be. He’d pull on your hand and wrap his arm around your waist, all while shooting daggers at the source of his jealousy. When you ask him what was wrong he wouldn’t hesitate to tell you, not caring how dumb it sounds.
Hoseok: He would grow quiet, but wouldn’t leave your side. His hand would find yours and hold to it tight. If things started to get too weird he’d asking you if the two of you could leave, and when you asked him why he’d shrug and just say he didn’t feel good. He’d feel bad for not telling you the truth but would drop it, it wasn’t important and you were leaving with him.
Jimin: He wouldn’t take to kind to the feeling of jealousy. He’d start saying things that either put down or embarrassed the thing making him feel that way, and wouldn’t hold back on lazily throwing an arm over your shoulder, just to prove it didn’t actually bother him. When you elbowed him in the ribs and asked him what his issue was he’d fall silent, and shrug, feeling guilty that he’d been acting like an idiot.
Taehyung: He’d cope with the feeling of being jealous by trying to pull your attention away. He’d always make you look over there or go over here just so he could make himself feel better. He’d be really easy to read so you just let it slide by letting him think you were doing what ever he said.
Jungkook: He’d take it silently, stewing due to his own thoughts. And not really caring if you noticed or not. He got jealous easy enough that you’d be able to tell. Being able to read him well you’d know exactly how to kill the jealousy, but seeing him pour would be to cute to resist so although you’d remove yourself from the situation that made him jealous you’d still wait a few seconds before giving his cheek a light peck till he smiled.