why do girls do that shit

anonymous asked:

But... What can I do for now ? It's just like "You have to wear makeup, and dresses or skirts" But I can't, I just can't society want the girls to be perfect dolls, but I don even like dolls ! (Well i do love the creepy one) And I don't like princess too ! Why can't girls and women been natural ? Why have we to be dolls ? I... I just cannot understand... Because it's hard and no one unserstand... Even my best friend think It's because I like yaoi.

The thing is, you have to make an active choice to not do what “society” is telling you to be. You can go natural. You don’t have to wear make up. And when ppl give you shit about it you just say, “I dont like wearing that stuff” and when they call you names or whatever, you reply, “if you say so.” and you go on with your life.

no matter who you are, where youre from, what you like, who you want to be, people will always always tell you you have to be a certain way. you just have to decide not to be.

i am SO SICK of people (including other girls) putting girls down for everything they do. y’all won’t let us win. you’ll make fun of a girl who like starbucks and victoria’s secret leggings for being too basic, make fun of an athletic or muscular girl by saying she “looks like a man”, call any girl who likes nirvana or classic rock a poseur but girls who like rap music ‘thots’, and harass “art hoe” type girls for liking popular, talented artists or yellow fucking backpacks. i swear to god, anything a girl likes becomes a meme. young girls are a joke and it’s time we get treated with some fucking respect.

time and time again have i heard “why don’t you just be original and do things you actually enjoy?” like what??? the fuck??? is this??? no girl can EVER enjoy anything that anyone else has ever enjoyed, EVER. absolutely not. and honestly who gives a shit if she developed her interests based on somebody else’s? that’s how we learn and grow and discover ourselves. i guarantee you that you wouldn’t enjoy shitting in the toilet unless you saw the rest of the world do it first.

it’s not funny, it’s pure misogyny. and it has to stop.

Sexting (Jimin smut)

Originally posted by minblush


Summary: On a lonely night, you decide to sign up for an anonymous sexting site. Of course you are matched with the notorious fuckboy you’re constantly trying to avoid. Park fucking Jimin.

Themes: Sexting, Fuckboy Jimin, College AU.

Pairing: You x Jimin

Word Count: 4k

This fic contains: Explicit and graphic depictions of smut, sex over the phone, swearing. 


ENTER USERNAME:

Cleopatra123

WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING FOR?

Male/Female

WHERE ARE YOU FROM?

I’d rather not say/enter here:

WHAT ARE YOU INTERESTED IN?

Decent conversation/making friends/finding a language buddy/other

PLEASE INDICATE YOUR AGE PREFERANCE:

19-24

CLICK ‘CHAT’ TO BE MATCHED WITH A PARTNER!

YOU HAVE BEEN MATCHED WITH ‘THOR562’.

THOR562: 21 years old- Seoul, South Korea- also interested in ‘other’.

WOULD YOU LIKE TO CHAT?

Yes/No

YOU ARE NOW IN A CHAT WITH THOR562, ENJOY!


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The Adventures of the Houses #1
  • Ravenclaw: I wonder why this "Santa" is so jolly.
  • Slytherin: ...
  • Ravenclaw: Slytherin, no.
  • Slytherin: 'Cause he knows where all the naughty girls live.
  • Gryffindor: *Uncontrollable snickering*
Some questions about Harry Potter

If truth potions exist, why was Sirus Black convicted of the murders he didn’t commit? Wouldn’t interrogation under the effects of a truth potion reveal his innocence?

If Voldemort could curse the Defense Against the Dark Arts professorship, why didn’t he just also curse the position of headmaster? Why not curse the position of Auror? Why not use that ability to try and stop everyone who opposed him? Furthermore, if Dumbledore knew that the position was cursed, why didn’t he try to do anything about it?

If Voldemort is the result of being conceived under the effect of a love potion, wouldn’t that mean there are a lot more Voldemorts running around in the world? Or is date rape and loveless marriages just not a thing for wizards?

If the power to travel through time exists, why do they only use this power to let a 13 year old girl take extra classes? Why not use it to stop Voldemort? Why not use it to solve crimes by revisiting the scene when it took place?

How did Dumbledore not know about the Marauder’s Map and its users in general? Why didn’t Dumbledore do anything about James bullying the shit out of Snape? Shouldn’t he have learned by that point that bullying wizards never ends well? Is Dumbledore some kind of secret asshole?

Why are young wizards-in-training not allowed to use magic outside of school, even if they’re in a household where their parents use magic all the time? Wouldn’t it make sense for them to practice their skills rather than risk them getting sloppy and lazy over the summer?

Why is the age of majority in the wizarding world 17? Do wizards biologically mature faster than ordinary people?

Does Hogwarts offer classes outside of magic-related stuff? Is there a single wizard who understands basic algebra? What about political science? Is that offered? Do they study muggle literature, or only wizarding literature?

How did literally no one know that Harry and Voldemort had sister wands? Why didn’t Ollivander think to try and tell anyone about this?

Why would anyone agree to participate in the Triwizard Tournament if they didn’t know what the competitions were? What if the contests involved a gangbang?

If Nicholas Flamel invented the Philosopher’s stone and discovered the elixer of life, why wouldn’t he share that elixer with anyone? Wouldn’t that have saved countless lives?

Why is capital punishment forbidden in the wizarding world, but the Dementor’s Kiss, which is objectively worse in every conceivable way, accepted without question?

What was that black goo?

Enough is Enough

Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,067

Warnings: slight panic attack, language, asshole Dean 

Request: Can I request an imagine where the reader lives with the brothers at the bunker & Dean is always a jerk to her & then one day she has a panic attack & then fluff ensues…

Summary: Reader has lived & hunted with the boys for 3 years & usually puts up with Dean being a dick pretty well. One night, she can’t take anymore and has a panic attack.

A/N: Enjoy!! Feedback greatly appreciated!! And thank you to @mamapeterson for just reading over this before I posted it lol wasn’t too confident on it tbh but I hope y’all like it!!

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Get Into My Car

Title: Get Into My Car

Summary:  Dean and the reader are enjoying a night out, until someone ruins the evening

Author:  Dean’s Dirty Little Secret

Characters:  Dean Winchester x Plus-sized Reader

Word Count: 1889

Warnings:  Body shaming, derogatory terms directed toward a plus-sized reader, drinking, explicit language, explicit sexual content, oral sex (female receiving), fingering, smut, nsfw

Author’s Notes:  Written for two challenges: @winchester-writes Drinking Writing Challenge. My drink was Glenfiddich Scotch and my prompt was “What is everyone staring at?!” and @butiaintgonnaloveem Baby’s Big 50 Writing Challenge. My song was Get Out of My Dreams, Get Into My Car by Billy Ocean. Thank you to @feelmyroarrrr for the amazing idea. This wouldn’t have been possible without my bestie, @mamapeterson and her support, encouragement and words. Love you, T.

Originally posted by spn-spam

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w4w guide to talking to girls at parties

wow. it sure seems like there are a lot of parties out there. a lot of girls also. “i am weak and unsure of what to do with this information or my life,” i’m sure you’re finding yourself mustering feebly. do not worry! it means you should be meeting girls at parties and that i am here to teach you how to do so!

parties

people throw parties for many reasons, such as turning 1, turning 2, etc. there are also parties thrown for other more important reasons, like hedonism or the devil. unless it’s the type of party that you don’t think a girl who likes girls will be at, then it’s a safe bet that there will be at least a few. if it’s not that type of party then just stay home, re-read Nevada, order some za, and commune with the ancient ones that periodically burst through the astral wound in your bathroom. assuming you do go out, however, you have to be ready for everything a party throws at you.

getting ready

always, always, always wear your second favorite outfit. your first favorite is a) trying too hard and b) best saved for a first date. so you need to be showing off, but just not too much. anyway, this is a party you’re going to go to, so try and have fun! wear easy, semi-comfortable clothing. if you plan on altering your consciousness this is very important. you don’t want to be wearing heels that you stumble on or a ceremonial headdress that curses everyone. consider avoiding make up that actively mutates the wearer into something foul (but rad as hell). also avoid any mobile devices that might dilate the time stream, as you don’t want people accidentally showing up to work two years late the next morning. just focus on looking good, looking confident, and looking gay. the idea is that this will keep boys away while drawing in girls. this idea does not work.

dealing with boys at parties

yikes. these suck! often these are strangers and many of them will try to touch you without consent. outside of wearing a plate mail or carving protective sigils into your yielding human(?) flesh, what is there to be done about these? well, if ignoring them doesn’t work, just remember your ABC’s: Always Be Condescending. does he try to talk about the music? you’re above it. literally planes of existence above it. yes, you’ve heard of that band, you’ve also heard of a thousand bands beyond his pathetic range of hearing. does he invite you to dance? turn him to stone. does he try to give you a drink? dump it on the floor and consume the red solo cup. you’re above them, you’re above all of this. what you’re not above is seeking advice about talking to girls at parties from an alleged witch on the internet. 

the talking to girls part

what do you talk to girls about? well, that’s easy! if you’re a girl you can talk to another girl about anything! long bathroom lines, filing income, the unhealing cut on your neck that seems to keep producing more and more spiders. anything! girls, it turns out, love talking to girls. why? because they’re not boys. but how do you know if she’s one of those kind of girls? no, not a werewolf (see: how to talk to wolfgirls and their kin), a gay. this is literally impossible to tell. is she in flannel? then she could be a hipster or a lumberjane. pierced septum? maybe she’s just into jewelry. a howliing cavity in her a chest that beckons you inward? again, maybe she’s just into jewelry. what were often, in the past, common signs girls gave to each other to telegraph gayness are now often just hip shit that all girls do because, let’s face it, gay girls are fashionable as fuck. anyway, assuming you are talking to a girl, assuming you are getting a little bit of a vibe from her, just shoot her the old “I AM GAYBONES FOR YOU AND WOULD THROW MYSELF INTO A VOLCANO IF IT MEANT YOU WOULD KISS MY NECK IN THE BEYOND” look that we all know how to do. if that doesn’t seal the deal just try gently touching her anywhere from the shoulder to the fingertips and telling her she’s cute while smiling. works on me every time.

hope this helped! don’t drink and drive! use erowid if you’re iffy about the weird pills you’ve been given and the necronomicon if the dead start eating guests! bless!

Short callout posts for the trolls

Aradia Megido 

Wasn’t in the comic enough. 

Tavros Nitram 

Never actually used his massive horns as a weapon. Like dude, they’re right there.

Sollux Captor

He’s the type of person that you think is doing something important on his computer but he’s looking at furries on troll DeviantArt.

Karkat Vantas 

Treats shitty romcoms as source material for romantic psychology and actually admits to it.

Nepeta Leijon

I don’t have the heart to drag Nepeta, she’s just too good. I’m sorry.

Kanaya Maryam

She takes lipstick lesbian to a whole new level seeing as she literally cuts people in half with her fucking lipstick.

Terezi Pyrope

Didn’t kiss any girls when she if fully capable of kissing every girl in paradox space.

Vriska Serket

The title of this post is “Short callout posts for the trolls” and I don’t think her resume for callouts can be fit into something short.

Equius Zahhak

Apparently dresses in a skimpy maid outfit in public. Keep that shit in the bedroom dude.

Gamzee Makara

Fuck that guy. Do I even have to tell you why? You know why. He’s a piece of shit. Fuck that guy. 

Eridan Ampora 

He’s the most likely Homestuck character to be the “You know I had to do ‘em” guy, let’s be honest. 

Feferi Peixes

So much fucking discourse over how to pronounce her last name. Pie-shees? Piech-ehs? Pixies? Pieces? Fuck dude, we just don’t know.
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get to know me: favorite female charactersthe ghibli girls
 “Many of my movies have strong female leads – brave, self-sufficient girls that don’t think twice about fighting for what they believe in with all their heart. They’ll need a friend, or a supporter, but never a savior. Any woman is just as capable of being a hero as any man.” (– Hayao Miyazaki)

Leave A Message: Betty Cooper x Jughead Jones

Summary: AU, After a night of heavy drinking, Betty Cooper realizes she’s left a series of revealing messages on her crush and roommate, Jughead Jones’s phone. 

Words: 1,600

Warnings: Mentions of drinking, swearing, sexual dialogue but mostly embarrassing fluff. 

A/N: I’ve edited this myself so I apologize for errors. 


Betty Cooper’s head was pounding. She had made the mistake of going out with her roommates Cheryl Blossom and Veronica Lodge to celebrate the end of finals. Now she was sitting at their kitchen island cradling a cup of coffee, trying to figure out if IHOP delivered.

“Good Morning!” Cheryl sang as she skipped into the kitchen and poured herself a cup of coffee. Her luscious red was piled up on top of her head and her skin was glowing. She looked like an angel not someone who had partied hard the night before. “How are you?” She asked Betty.

“I’m so hungover” Betty groaned resting her head on her arms. “I’ve never been this hungover.”

“Yeah, you really shouldn’t have done all those shots of Liquid Cocaine.” Cheryl chuckled and began taking out a few frying pans. “You want some bacon and eggs?” She asked.

“I do!” Veronica answered, her silk black robe trailing behind her matching her beautiful black hair. She walked up to Cheryl and gave her a soft kiss. Cheryl and Veronica had been dating since before they had left Riverdale and their relationship was goals.

“How are you guys not hungover?” Betty asked.

“We didn’t do three shots of tequila and then perform a Coyote Ugly style dance on the bar. You drank so much you should be dead.” Veronica informed.

“I wish I was dead.” Betty said sliding off her stool and laid on the floor. “The tile is so cold. I love the tile.”

“You’ve seen better days, Cooper.” Jughead Jones exited his bedroom from the other side of the loft and sat in the stool Betty just occupied. Jughead was Betty’s fourth and final roommate and she had developed a deep crush on him since the four of  them had moved from Massachusetts to California for school.  

Jughead had blossomed in the sunshine state. He had taken up surfing and gotten a tan, transforming himself into a ripped golden god. Whatever girls didn’t like about his moodiness in Riverdale, they loved here. Betty hated that she didn’t make a move sooner and now that he was bedding Californian goddesses, she knew she didn’t stand a chance.

“Oh god.” She muttered rolling onto her back. She was so dehydrated she could hear herself blinking. She focused on Jughead messy mop of black hair when he appeared above her.

“Up we go.” He said lifting her into the sitting position. “Take these,” he dropped two extra strength Advil in her palm. “And drink the entire glass.” He instructed.

She did as she was told and steadied herself against him when she stood up. “I need to go back to sleep.”

“Yes, you do.” Jughead agreed walking her back to her room. “Do you need to use the washroom?” He asked.

“I’m not a child, Jug.” Betty snapped.

“Oh, I’m sorry, were you not just rolling around on the floor moaning?” He cocked an eyebrow and helped her into bed. She got underneath the covers and he tucked her in. “Get more rest, you’re gonna need it.” He winked and left her room, closing her door.

Her brow furrowed at her choice of words but she was too tired to give it much more thought than that.

She woke up at 3 in the afternoon feeling much better. Still hungover but manageable. She stumbled out into the living room and found Jughead reading a book. “There she is!” He exclaimed. “I got more Advil out and grabbed some water. There is some left over Thai from lunch in he fridge if you are hungry.”

Betty grabbed the Advil, headed over to the kitchen and began heating up her food. Once the Thai was nice and hot she made way back over to the couch.

“Are you feeling better?” He asked not looking up from his book.

“Mmmm” She answered with a mouth full of food.

“Do you remember anything from last night?” He questioned.

She shook her head. “Not really.”

“So you don’t remember dancing on the bar?” He inquired.

She shook her head.

“You don’t remember leading the whole bar in a rendition of ‘Come On Eileen’?”

“How do you know this? You weren’t even there”

“Cheryl was sending me videos.” He paused. “Do you remember making a phone call?”

“It’s 2018, Juggie, no one makes phone calls anymore.” She rolled her eyes and took a gulp of her water.

“You sure about that?” He asked again.

“I haven’t spoken on a phone in like two years.”

Jughead took out his cell, began scrolling and finally pushed a button. He held it up so they could both hear it.

“Jughead, mother fucking, Jones.” Betty’s gravelly drunken voice rasped out of the phone.

Her eyes widened and she started choking on her food.

“You fucking idiot with your stupid hat and your stupid attitude and your stupid face like you don’t know how amazing you are. Well, I guess you kinda do now with that revolving bevy of girls in our apartment all the time. And what is wrong with me huh? I’m hot, I’ve had six guys hit on me tonight. Six!”

She heard herself yell through the phone and she buried her head in her arms. “No, no, no.” She repeated over and over again.

“I’m smart too and my personality is okay, so what’s your problem Jughead, huh? I’ve been told that my vagina is like, the actual best. Like, what do I need to do? I guess there is a possibility that you aren’t interested in me but I’m the tits so why wouldn’t you be.” She paused. “Another thing, you actual piece of shit-” She was cut off and he lowered the phone.

“Please tell me I didn’t call you back.” She asked, looking at him through her fingers.

He was smirking and she wanted to smack him. “That was the first of fifteen messages. My favorite was how you told me that you obsess over how big my penis is but it’s probably just normal size and that you should stop worrying about it because this isn’t a romance novel.” He chuckled.

She made a whiny, crying sound, her face burning hot.

He didn’t say anything like she expected. She expected him to tease her, she expected him to tell her that they were friends but their relationship wouldn’t be anything more than that but he didn’t. She felt his weight on the couch beside her. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked.

“Would it made a difference if I did?”

“Uh, yeah, kind of a big difference, do you know how you appear to others? Do you know how intimidating you are?” His voice was soft and sincere.

“What are you talking about?” She snapped, rubbing her temples.

“You’re beautiful, smart and funny. You make everything seem so effortless, you should date an architect or something.”

“Why is everyone so obsessed with architects?” She moaned, falling back into the cushions of the sofa.

Jughead sighed. “Betty, did you ever think about just asking me out?”

She threw him some serious side eye. “Oh yeah Jug, I’ll just walk up to you and be like, ‘Hey, I know we’ve known each other forever and I’ve ignored you for most of it but now that you’re all hot and dating models and shit, you wanna go out on a date?’” She scoffed.

“Okay.” He replied.

“What?” She sat up quickly, wincing when he head throbbed.

“I’ll go out with you.”

“Why? You date hipster girls who wear glasses they don’t need and are way too big for their face. You date girls who always look good in a romper, always have perfect Coachella hair and eat avocado toast everyday. I go days without showering, I’ve slept in the library more than once, I’ve dropped a McDonalds hamburger on the ground and still ate it because I had spent my last dollar on it and it was all I could eat for 17 hours until I got paid. Last night I threw up in my hamper-”

Jughead cut her off with a kiss. Betty was taken aback by the sudden gesture and it took her body a moment to relax and really accept what was happening. Betty had fantasized about this moment every night for months. What he would smell like, what he was taste like, how he would feel. He tasted like the cinnamon tic tacs he was always eating, spicy and sweet. He smelled like clean laundry, the sea and coconuts from using the girls shampoo all the time. Betty ran her hands through his hair bringing him closer to her. His body was hard and muscular and he pushed it against her, his skin warm and tan and so different from what she expected.

He parted from her, a smile on his face. “I’ve wanted to do that for a long time.”

“Liar.” Betty whispered, her eyes still closed.

“Betty, I’ve had a thing for your since the ninth grade.” He admitted, kissing her again.

“Do you want to take this into the bedroom?” She cooed running her hands over his chest.

“No, Bets.”

Her head jerked back. “What? Why? You take all these girls to bed and not me?”

“Betty, you aren’t all girls, you’re the girl.” He smiled and kissed her again.

She smiled back. “Can you please, for the love of god, delete all the messages I left you.”

“Um, absolutely not, this shit belongs in the MOMA.” He took out his phone. “Prepare yourself for message number two.”

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DON’T LOOK AT ME PLS OMG
it gets a bit confusing to me coz i have a male oc that looks like how i draw zarya orz I FORGOT ZARYA’S TATTOOS IM SORRY

can we get rid of the idea that women liking wrestlers always has to do with looks?

i’m a fan of people like tj perkins, finn balor, kenny omega, and marty scurll (just to name a few) because of their WRESTLING. their WRESTLING is what makes me like them.

as attractive as they are, that doesn’t have shit to do with why i like them. ring work comes first. dont fucking assume just because i’m a female that i only like finn because of his abs or something fuck outta here with that

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Since I noticed that I RARELY draw backgrounds I decided to do a 30 day background challenge!!!!!

I hope Darla and Stacy (the girls walking) will keep me motivated to do this! Please lazyness don’t overcome me!


If you would like to join me on my challenge please do so I would love to see your pieces!!!

club penguin bans sentence starters
  • "i'm a fucking piece of pizza,"
  • "holy shit toto, we sure as fuck ain't in kansas anymore,"
  • "i ain't fucking with these christmas lights anymore,"
  • "why is the only angry one black?"
  • "get in loser, we're going sledding,"
  • "jesus fucking christ, that cookie hot as shit,"
  • "ah yes, my meth lab is ready,"
  • "i need this life vest 'cos i'm drowning in the pussy,"
  • "i could kill you right now, no one would wear you scream,"
  • "i could go back and pretend to be you,"
  • "fashion police, you're definitely under arrest,"
  • "you're tearing this family apart, ___"
  • "what do you mean you're being murdered? that's illegal, people can't do that,"
  • "i'm wanted for stealing yo girl/boy,"
  • "wanna hear a joke? your future,"
  • "i would like to order all the money,"
  • "when i see stars i think of you. because you're only beautiful from a distance,"
  • "do it for the vine,"
  • "you dress like an idiot,"
  • "girl/boy, are you because i want to take you out,"
  • "hey you forgot something. your social life,"
  • "help me hide this body in here,"
  • "did you just propose, using emojis?"
  • "do drugs they said. it will be fun they said,"
  • "it's called capitalism,"
  • "thank you for helping me commit cannibalism,"
  • "shit, we on national television,"
  • "bitch, throw one more snowball at me,"
  • "can you leave my house please?"
  • "i'm sensing you're a bit of a bitch,"
  • "can i pay you in swag?"
  • "excuse me, do you know where i can find the booty?"
  • "what the flipper?"
  • "santa isn't real,"
  • "what do penguins do in a race? they peng-win,"
  • "a milkshake ain't a goddamn pizza,"
  • "locked up because my eyebrow game was too strong,"
  • "man, look at all this fuckin' dope,"
  • "fuck it, i ain't running,"
  • "hey, do you wanna join my gang?"
  • "i'll ask my mom,"
  • "smooth as butter,"
TRUTH OR DARE

Originally posted by jiminspraisekink

DO NOT REPOST , TRANSLATE OR DISTRIBUTE

©Jungkookfortunekookies


Hi guys! It’s been a year since I updated this fic T_T Everyone asked for a pt.3 , but I wrote over 14k words and I still wasn’t done, so I decided to split it and make a pt.3 and pt.4. I hope you enjoy! Part 4 should be released soon as well, and it will be rated.

Genre: romance/fluff/Semi-Smut
Pairing: Jungkook/You
Length: 6953 words
Summary: This the follow up of what happens after you and Jungkook gather up with your friends to play truth or dare and it gets a little dirty.   

Don’t forget to tell me what you thought about it in the comments/message box <3

PART 1 PART 2/ PART 3


It was just another regular day for Jungkook, your normal college student who was strolling alongside other students. He was casually walking through campus, kicking the ground with his Puma shoes as he scrolled through his twitter notifications. Twelve notifications and ten of them were from Hoseok alone.

What the f*ck is going on this time? Has he gotten married or something? Who sends ten messages in a row when no one answers back? Hoseok hyung is such a drama queen, Jungkook scrolled through the messages Hoseok sent him

(10) New messages from Hoe-suck

(1) Did you fuck?

(2) Did you got laid?

(3) Where did she touched you first?

(4) Did she knew about your Spanish Kink?

(5) Don’t tell me y’all slept it off?

(6) Oh no, you didn’t send her back home did you?

(7) You definitely sent her back if you’re not responding to me

(8) Damn it, kook! GET IT TOGETHER. YOUR DICK NEEDS SOME COMPANY IN THIS CRUEL LIFE. T.T

(9) Reply, you fetus!!!

Oh lord, he really needs to chill, Jungkook sighed before he finally noticed the tenth message

(10) Screw it, I’m messaging Y/N and asking her.

F*ck NO. YOU’RE NOT MESSAGING HER! His jaw suddenly dropped as he dialed hoseok’s number as fast as he could

All he got was Hoseok’s automatic voice message:

“You have reached the message box of your hoe for some hope, please send in a message after the beep or else I might sleep off and never reply to you, because I don’t take calls unless they’re from my usual booty calls. Have a nice day too.”

“Hoe for some hope?” Jungkook chuckled heartlessly “More like, HOE that ruins your life and runs off afterwards. What hope is he even referring to? ” he sighed “What the heck was he thinking when he recorded that?” he finally chose to text him back “Hold the fuck back Hoe Suck, No one is talking to Y/N about what happened last night” Jungkook typed his message in a fury

It wasn’t long before a new notification popped up on Jungkook’s phone

(2)    New Messages from Baby Girl

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Clip - “Ikke snakk til meg” (”Don’t talk to me”) - at 08:12 - 22.05

(Sana praying)

(Images flashing by: )

Don’t pick up

Don’t pick up (contact)

Do you get acid thrown in your face if you don’t wear the hijab?

Sana are you circumcised

Urra United (contact)

hoping you’ll be forced into marriage and sent to Africa so we don’t have to have you around at Urra*

Why do you wear that shit on your head it’s fucking ugly i’m gonna tear it off of you during recess


(Same images flashing by again)

(Sana is seated in front of her mirror, and fastens her hijab with a needle, then starts typing out a message)

Sana:
Hi Jamilla

(She backspaces, and we see earlier messages between them)

Sana:
Thanks, but no thanks.

Jamilla:
WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!?!!!

Sana:
I’M SORRY!! There’s been a misunderstanding!! I thought you’d posted shit about me!! Let me explain! I’m calling you now!

(goes further up through the messages)

Sana:
49:12 O you who have believed, avoid much (negative) assumption. Indeed, some assumption is sin. And do not spy or backbite each other

Jamilla:
I’m only trying to protect you.

(goes further up again, and we see the time stamp 03.01.2016 - January 3rd)

Jamilla:
5:51 O you who have believed, do not take the Jews and the Christians as allies. They are (in fact) allies of one another. And whoever is an ally to them among you - then indeed, he is (one) of them. Indeed, Allah guides not the wrongdoing people.


(A song called ‘Ikke snakk til meg’ (Don’t talk to me) starts playing, Sana goes through the school yard, and up to the girls)


Eva: What’s this?

Sana: I’ve left the bus.

Chris: Uh what?!

Sana: I’m not going to be russ.

Eva: Well, now that we’ve fixed a bus, people and like, everything’s in order, and then you leave?

Chris: What’s happening?

Sana: It’s just not so important for me to be russ.

Noora: But it was quite important to you just a little while ago.

Sana: Maybe I’ve realised that it is in conflict with my values to watch girls drop all their self-respect just to get a pinecone in their hat*.


(Sana goes inside, sits down by Isak)


Sana: How are-

Isak: Good! (whispering) Good.

Sana: I’m sorry again for my brother-

Isak: No, that..Think nothing of it, Sana.

Teacher (off screen): Okay people, we’ll go through a lot during this lesson. Midterms are next week, and some of you are hanging by a thin thread, so I suggest that you pay attention.

Isak: Yeah..that applies to me, to put it that way..

(Sana doesn’t answer)

Isak: Can’t you help me a bit, Sana? I’m so fucked, I’m so far behind.

Sana: Sorry, you’ll just have to face the harsh truth.

Isak: That I’ll get a four?

Sana: That you’re on your own.

(Isak looks surprised and a bit hurt by Sana’s comment)




Aaaand we’re back in business! So full of angst D: This hurt to watch…

To a non-Norwegian speaker, here are some explanations of the stuff you probably didn’t understand right away:

Urra = This refers to the name of a junior high school in Oslo called Uranienborg, it’s just a nickname for the school. This is the junior high Sana went to, and by the content of the messages from Urra United we understand she had a hard time being accepted there.

A pinecone in their hat = I’ll give you the short version - When you’re russ, you can do all these silly tasks to get tokens in your russ hat (see picture below). If you have a pinecone in your hat then it means that you’ve had (safe) sex outdoors.

That I’ll get a four? = Isak means which grade/mark he’ll receive in that class.  The grades system in Norway in junior and senior high school is like this:
It goes from 1 through 6, where 1 means one has failed, and 6 means one excels in the course. (So, 1 = F, 6 = A)

Here’s a picture of a russ hat with different items tied into the thread, meaning this person has completed some of the russ tasks:

(credit to whoever owns the hat and the picture <3 !)