why would you even want my picture

anonymous asked:

I often see the argument that Sam can't be in a real relationship with MacKenzie because then he would post pics with her, like her posts and comment on them. But he ignores her and disrespects her by creating shrines for Cait. Many also say that if he claims to be so private on social media then why would he be with somebody who violates his privacy with her innuendo and even post innuendo himself from their time together (e.g. Georgia or Stellebosch last week). What do you think about this?

Allo, anon. I’m really glad I had my coffee because I’m gonna need to put this into coherent thought. I hope I can do this.

First of all, an understanding of celebrities. Most celebs on a TV show post pictures of their costars because they know that’s what the people want to see. Their social media is a weird mix of promotion and what they are willing to show to their fans. It’s such a fine line between the fantasy of TV and the blurred reality of their lives. Sam is part of an epic ship on a TV show (Jamie and Claire) and he knows the fans want to see him and Cait together, so his publicist/social media peeps have told him to give fans that. Even CASUAL fans want to see the two leads being cute together. It’s always a hit.

Most fans don’t follow him closely enough to say, “This is Sam Heughan.” They know him as Jamie and they know Cait as Claire so to see that in social media is very normal. They want to see an effortless banter, a connection, and a friendship.

On the flip side, celebs also want to share small tidbits of their lives with their fans. What they choose to show doesn’t violate their wish or need for privacy. It’s just a, “Hey, this is what I’m up to”. It doesn’t delve into the private recesses away from the prying eye, it’s morsels handed out as they see fit.

Also, MM doesn’t post innuendo. She posts pictures of where she is like any other normal human being with Instagram and then the fandom latches onto it and calls her an attention whore. Her Instagram is pretty normal and mine would probably look a lot like hers if I had the money to travel more. It’s not innuendo laced, it’s showing off a life that is well lived. No one has the right to judge her for that. NO ONE.

People think the public persona and the private persona are one in the same. Others think the public persona is a carefully crafted lie. Neither is correct. The public persona is an exaggeration of the private persona, and a celebrity has the right to choose what parts of their persona they want to show off and in what way they want to do this. But nearly 90% of what Sam posts with Cait is a PR game. And it’s a game every celeb that is part of a ship plays.

Significant Weather Advisory 

by reddit user OtistheWriter

I hate thunderstorms in the Midwest, mainly because they bring with them a threat of real danger. In southern Nebraska we’ve been known to have tornados somewhat regularly, ugly black funnels that drop from the sky and ruin your life. 

That is, if you lived in my neighbors house in 1997, when I was a teenager. I’m referring to a family of three just several homes down. Family friends and caretakers of our corgi while we were on vacation, they helped our street feel like home. Then the storm came and everything changed.

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Why Ochako is Actually a Complex Character

I was going to save this post until after finals were over for me BUT THEN I REMEMBERED IT IS MY DARLING PRINCESS’S BIRTHDAY TODAY AND WHAT BETTER WAY TO CELEBRATE HER BIRTHDAY THAN TO MAKE A POST THAT CELEBRATES HER.

 So leggo.

 Now I won’t go into overall details about her because I already did that in this post that you can read right here, which I essentially discussed how she’s actually an amazing WSJ heroine and whoever voted her the worst should put their heads in sand because they don’t deserve to see the rest of the world (I kid I kid, promise!).

 Rather, I wanted to challenge the viewpoints people have of her and really argue on the fact that Ochako Uraraka is actually more of a complex character than we give her credit for. Most often than not, the fandom looks towards Katsuki or Izuku or even Todoroki and they build them up and go on and on about their complexity in the series. Hell, those three are my friend’s favorite characters and they are fan favorites for a multitude of reasons that they deserve. I myself have made numerous posts about Katsuki since we are given such complex views of him as well as the others in the series. They are the main focus in the story and their growth has been some of the best we’ve ever seen in a series.

 However, characters iike Ochako, who actually does have a lot of complexity and dimensionality, get lost in their wake and I really want to talk about that.

 Most often than not, when we see Ochako, we see this bubbly smiling girl who has such a wonderful and positive attitude that sometimes comes off ditzy. One glance at her and the words that come to mind are cute, adorable, fluffy, etc because that is the type of character that she mostly is. She is the female support of Izuku and the way she contributes to the story is with her adorable attitude that lightens up the mood in certain situations like the Ground Zero fight and even the room competition (did you see how cute she was with Iida’s glasses!?).

 Yet, what bothers me and possibly other really hardcore fans of her is that she isn’t just this bubbly character that smiles on the side but she does have complex issues that really makes her character more interesting in comparison to other characters.

 I mean for starters, this girl is the QUEEN of keeping her emotions from people and really suppressing them in most situations and not letting them get in the way of what she wants to get done.

 For example, the first real example of this is when she lost to her fight with Katsuki.

Now let’s remember situational factors going into this: we just found out her true goals into going to heroics (which was said in a much more serious tone than we had ever seen from her before)

we found out she was incredibly nervous to be facing Katsuki (and again WAS SUPPRESSING HER EMOTIONS)

we saw her rejecting Izuku’s help (as well as her little speech about feeling ashamed)


we saw her PUTTING HER ALL INTO THAT FIGHT TO SHOW HER TRUE STRENGTH

 So seeing her crying when she’s speaking to her family isn’t just some small defeated thing but it really gives us so much insight in her character and who she is as a person. We finally see how truly hard she is on herself and the perfectionist personality that she usually keeps hidden from others. You can even see by her facial expression when Izuku left that she put on a face for him to not let him get more worried then he already was. 

 And then don’t even get me started with her attitude during the Hero License Exam because oh my gosh, that was so powerful from her.

 From that, we first see her being so strategic af:

Then we get this amazing speech from Izuku about her and how he could have told the difference between her and Kemi (notice the plan part!)

Of course her being a BA here cuz eh why not, she’s really grown from her training

THEN LET’S SKIP TO HER PUSHING HER FEELINGS DOWN FOR IZUKU


I just

There are so many moments of Ochako that I missed that would have proved my point even further than this but these moments here showcase how complex and really interesting Ochako is as a character.

 The bubbly personality that we see from her is only a piece of the whole picture and you could even argue that she’s so good at suppressing her emotions that it’s the personality she chooses to portray to others to keep her other emotions away from people because she doesn’t want to burden others. I personally don’t know if that’s true at all and maybe it is, maybe it isn’t but the fact is that she isn’t just some character that sits on the side and looks cute and adorable. There are so elements about her that makes her different and the fight she had with Katsuki really changed her as well as her inspiration from Izuku. She took both of those interactions with those characters and used them to better herself and it’s just SO POWERFUL. Not many shounen female heroines do that so it’s so refreshing to have Ochako be the way she is.

 Overall, as obvious as it must be, Ochako is one of my favorite characters and I’m so excited to see the growth she’s going to have more in the series. Her feelings for Izuku got cut off during the exam so that’s an arc we need to get from her and I know I want to see Ochako kicking Katsuki’s ass and actually winning to show how much she’s grown from the beginning. I have so much hope that Horikoshi has so many plans for her character and I’m so excited to see what he has in store for her and how he will continue to build upon her.

 Regardless, Happy Birthday Ochako!

 TLDR: Ochako is a very complex character and I wish more people celebrated that.

SF9 Fansign Foreign Fanaccount

I don’t know if this is something anyone would be interested in, but I recently returned from visiting Korea where I entered one of SF9′s fansign events. If you’re curious to know how they interacted with me as a foreign fan, I’ll explain below. I tried to condense as much as possible, but it’s lengthy. Also, if you have any questions, you can ask me (:

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Requests: “Could you do a fluffy oneshot with Kai where he posts cute pics of his gf on his social media for Valentine’s Day? Thank you!!!❤” (Credits to gif owners!)

Kai was for the most part a very modern man. He didn’t sing many of the newer songs though, or talk like most kids did. He didn’t know what half of the abbreviations meant and had to ask what “lol” meant all the time. But he did know how to use Instagram, twitter, Facebook, and Snapchat. Probably many more apps you didn’t know about. 

 He was always sucked into his phone and you never had any idea what he was doing until he’d text you goodnight messages or wake you up with a romantic paragraph in the morning. Now this, this is why you don’t regret teaching him how to use a phone.

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anonymous asked:

Mom, if its not too much to ask, could you do a story about Maggie having trouble dealing with a perpetually disappointed parent? Constantly being disappointed in her lifestyle choices out of 'love and worry'(style of dress, job, eating habits, etc.) and J'onn noticing and balancing it out with his own brand of space-dad approval? It's getting harder and harder to deal with my mom's disapproval lately. I feel like I can't do anything right. If not, I can wait for prompts to open again.

He only ever hears one side of the conversation, but that’s all he needs to hear to put the pieces together.

“Now’s not a great time, Pop, is Ma okay? I – yeah – yeah, I’m on duty. Yeah, Pop, I know it’s eleven at night. No, come on, I can’t do this right now. Because I love my job, Pop, it’s important, I’m changing the force from the ins– you know what, I don’t – I don’t have time for this, I gotta go. I love you. Yes, of course I do, why the hell would you say something like that? I – hello? Bye to you, too.”

Another night, this time earlier in the evening, the day after Maggie picked up Alex wearing a sharp flannel and massive smile, with a dozen red roses in tow. Winn had insisted on taking their picture, and apparently Maggie had sent it to her parents, because I want them to see how absolutely beautiful my girlfriend is.

“Hey Pop, how you doing? Aw, you did? Isn’t she gorgeous? I – it – I – I think I was in a flannel, wasn’t I? It – yeah, I know I’m not on the farm anymore, trust me, I know – no, Pop – “ J’onn almost doesn’t notice when Maggie switches to Portuguese, having known the language for so long the translation came to his mind just as quickly as the English did – “It’s not just a white girl look, Pop, plenty of self-respecting brown women dress like this, I’m not betraying anyt – well hey, you didn’t see anything wrong with raising me in an all-white town – no, I know you love me, I know you want what’s best for me – “ J’onn blinks when she switches seamlessly back to English – “but maybe what’s best for me is having you actually be happy for me when I send you a picture of me so clearly happy with how my life is right now, instead of calling me to just to criticize my – no, I don’t wanna talk to her right now, I – “

She groans and J’onn lowers his eyes and sighs quietly.

It happens again as she and Alex are gearing up for Alex’s first visit to Blue Springs, which has one of his girls wide-eyed and nervous, and the other both loving and terribly, terribly tense.

“Nah, tell her she doesn’t have to make me anything special, I’ll just whip something up for myself when we get there – yes, Alex will eat what she – because, Pop, I’ve been vegan for years, you’d think you both would get used to it by – well somehow I manage, and Mama is the one who taught me to cook, so if I can figure it out, I – no, you know what, you’re right, I’m sorry, I’m not trying to fight with you, just… just don’t go to any trouble, okay, I’ll work it out when I get there, I – no, I didn’t mean – yes Pop. Yes sir. Yeah. I love you. Bye.”

J’onn doesn’t imagine it would help his newest child much if he flew himself out to Blue Springs and gave Mr. Sawyer a piece of his mind.

And Maggie always slips off into a corner, whisper-shouts instead of shout-shouting, turns her face, her body, away when she gets her father’s calls. And she’s not like Alex, but she is, she is, so he doesn’t want to hurt her pride by bringing it up with her directly. Or violate her privacy, for that matter (though he supposes he can’t very well help what his ears pick up).

So instead, he starts doing small things, saying small things, that he hopes she’ll notice, that he hopes will lift, at least a little, the sad sagging in her shoulders; relieve, at least a little, the tension in her coiled lower back, her fists; soothe, at least a little, the burning tears in her eyes, the raging pit in her stomach, the defeat in her chest.

“You know, Detective Sawyer, since you started liaising with the DEO, our communication with the NCPD has never been better. The increased efficiency is saving a lot of lives; that’s a lot you have to be proud of.”

Alex is – nowadays, anyway – generally the one to blush, to squirm, to fumble over her words. And, true to form, Maggie doesn’t squirm, not exactly, but she stammers a bit and it’s clear she doesn’t know what to say, doesn’t know how to respond, doesn’t know how to feel, doesn’t know what to do with her hands, her eyes, her face.

So she falls back on her training, and she nods, and she says, simply, “Thank you, sir. That… means a lot.”

He covers her shoulder with his hand and she looks almost overcome by the gesture.

And then again, later, the next time he sees her decked out in flannel and sharp pants and a belt of the sort that he’s overhead Winn referring to as gloriously gay, he makes sure he smiles at her. He clears his throat, because if what he’s about to say is going to be uncomfortable for her, it’s even moreso for him, but that doesn’t matter, because she deserves to hear it from a potentially father-type figure.

So he clears his throat once, twice, and before she can ask if he wants some water, he forces out, “You look particularly sharp today, Detective. Agent Danvers is fortunate to have a woman as beautiful as you.”

“J’onn, are you hitting on Alex’s girlfriend?”

“Oh, leave the man alone, Schott, just because he knows how to compliment a woman better than you do,” Maggie quips through her smile ,through her deep, deep blush. She reaches up to put her hand on J’onn’s shoulder, this time, and he’s sure that as she walks away, it’s with a straighter spine and a prouder strut.

And when it’s one of the rookie agent’s birthdays and Kara insists on throwing him a little party, it’s J’onn who takes Maggie aside to make sure she knows that there are three different flavors of vegan ice cream, just for her.

“You know, when I first arrived on this planet, I was startled by how many human cultures emphasize animal flesh as their major culinary staples. Since then I’ve deeply appreciated humans who can see part their society, to a different sort of ethics.”

Maybe it’s because she and Alex didn’t get much sleep the night before, so her guard is lower than it might otherwise be; maybe it’s because J’onn’s eyes are as soft and as warm as his voice is awkward and gruff; or maybe it’s because her own father’s words are still stinging so sharply, so loudly, so painfully, in her ears; or maybe it’s all of it, everything, because suddenly Maggie is leaning up on her tip toes and she’s reaching her arms up and she’s burying her face in J’onn’s chest.

He only hesitates for a brief, startled moment before he wraps his arms around her, too, one of his hands covering the entire small of her back.

“Thank you, J’onn,” she’s whispering, and he catches Alex’s wet smile from across the room over Maggie’s head.

“Thank you, Maggie. Thank you for giving my girls – both of them – such happiness. We are all… truly lucky to have you in our lives.”

And now, if Maggie doesn’t know what to say, it’s because her body is speaking her gratitude for her, and J’onn nods when Alex mouths her thanks at him, because he means it; even in times like these, they’re still lucky, because they have, somehow, against all odds and probabilities, found each other.

Hi everyone,

to make long story short, due to various reasons (mostly my shitty salary) I’m in a serious need of money.
That’s why I decided to sell my drawings.

But… I don’t know how much I can sell an original drawing by me, and, well, I don’t even know if anyone would be interested to buy them.

Thus if any of you think they could be interested, please contact me.

You can see some of my drawings on the picture above, all of them can be found in my “my drawings” tag (i’m very unoriginal).

I might take some times to answer, as my internet had been cut off, I only have the 4G on my phone, but please feel free to ask me anything you want.

If you have no interest in buying them, it’ll be very kind if you could reblog this post, thanks.

anonymous asked:

Aomg Gray and Jay fic where ur grays girl and u always catching him staring at other girls tiddies making u yourself feel insecure cause small ones right here and Jay just out here to show u small tiddies r important and cute too with a side of jealous gray too praising, daddy kink, spanking some dirty talk just fuck me up

Thank you to @silhouetted-beauty for helping me brainstorm this out<3 that’s my sis ya’ll check her out. 

Itty-Bitty-Tiddy-Committee:

The music blared through the speakers as you danced around in the little spot that you had in the audience close to the front of the stage. You were in the pit area, looking up as your boyfriend Gray performed the last few numbers to his set. You had come out to support your man loving all of AOMG but your baby was looking damn fine in his white skinny jeans and half button black shirt. You saw him wink to you and give you as much fan service as he could before he had to play along with the rest of the crowd. You had dressed up in shorts and a custom-made shirt with his name on it. No one knew about you but you didn’t care because he and you knew what was up that’s all that mattered. When the concert was over, you lined up with the rest of your section waiting for the photo op to happen with the idols. You had been nervous to have some type of skinship with Gray so that you could lie like it was just a photo and post it on your IG but you knew what that really was. You were bouncing in your spot, the excitement written all over your face as the line inched closer, but slowly that excitement was beginning to be replaced by sadness. Your eyes watched as Gray scoped out many of his fans from head to chest, making it obvious where his mind was.

“Do you see how he checked her out? I hope he looks at me the same!” You heard some fans giggle behind you and you felt your body become flush with anger. You felt stupid, and betrayed. He asked you to keep the relationship a secret for what?! So that he could freely check out other girls? Well then, be that way. You looked down at your chest, your eyes dampening a bit as you saw almost nothing there, you willed yourself not to cry as the line pushed out and it was your turn up with a few other girls. You put on your best fake smile and walked on stage, everyone expected you to go towards Gray because AOMG knew you were his girl and the fans saw your shirt, instead you past him up going straight for Jay. Your arms wrapped around Jay’s waist holding him close to yourself you rested your head on his shoulder. Though he was shocked he wrapped one arm around your waist smiling down at you.

“Are you okay?” Jay asked softly stroking your waist with his fingertips.

“Not really but it’s stupid.” You sighed softly knowing Jay would want to pull from you what you were feeling.

“Nothing you say or do is stupid Y/N. What’s wrong?” Jay asked but you didn’t answer, looking at the people get ready to take another picture. Unconsciously, your eyes roamed down to your breast before you looked around at the other women and their curves.

“Oh.. I see.” Jay hummed moving his hand up to cup your small breast and you slapped his hand.

“JAY!” You squealed, he chuckled hugging you closer. He looked down at you kissing your forehead.

“Did Gray check out other girls again?” He asked remembering your countless arguments when the male did wrong.

“No, it’s just that. I don’t go around looking at how big guys dick are in front of him so I feel that he should at least respect me. I know we are all fans but I’m his girlfriend who had to keep hush and he keeps just. Not appreciating me.” You shrugged sighing. “Maybe we should break up? Maybe he doesn’t want this life with me and that’s fine that’s-“

“Y/N. Calm down. No one needs to break up okay? You’re taking this a bit overboard. Let’s just show him how it feels? I don’t care about breast big or small they are nice to feel in my hands, nice to suck on and play with always. I believe that Gray does feel that way, but I do want to have some fun with you, not every day I get to touch you.” Jay grinned as the cameraman called your attention.

The next few minutes passed by slowly as if time stood still. Jay was giving you all the attention that you had wanted from Gray. His hands were all over you gripping you and pulling you close as he posed for a few photos between you and him. When you were done, you were going to leave but Jay had other plans. “I want to keep her here in all the photos since she got shoved around a lot, but other beautiful woman can come and stand on my other side.”

“I bet you have a nice pussy too. I think that’s why he’s always leaving work early so that he can smash am I right?” Jay teased grabbing at your ass causing you to slap his arm and gasp, the playful remarks meaning to fluster you and make you smile as he tried to lighten you up.

Gray frowned watching the both of you. You should have been in his arms on his side because he wanted to take photos with you and be able to finally be able to post them on both of your IG’s. He thought it would be a way for him to finally confess to you in front of the whole word and all his followers. But seeing Jay all over you touching your ass and on your hips, touching on your breast and cupping your cheeks. You were a giggling mess! Responding to his touch and pressing your hand on his chest. It burned Gray up to the max to see his girl all over one of his closest friends and boss. Instead of letting himself get too mad about it he tried to ignore it until the whole things was over. As soon as you were all done, Gray walked up to you grabbing you by your hand pulling you behind him. You tried to jerk away from him frowning at how he was acting but Gray did not stop until he was pushing you against the wall, his chest to your back shutting the door behind him.

“What do you think you’re doing? All on Jay like that you are my girl.” Gray growled and you shook your head.

“No I’m not! You walk around all day staring at other girl’s and checking out their bodies but you don’t look at me like that! And you don’t find me attractive so why don’t you just break up with me?” You shouted looking up at him. Gray was taken aback but he didn’t let that phase him for a moment. He gripped at your shirts pulling them down his hands started to slap at your ass causing you to gasp and curse. “Why are you hitting me!”

“Because you’re foolish!” Gray shouted out digging his nails into your skin. He rubbed your reddening cheeks starting to slap your ass again. “I love you! I was going to take pictures with you today so that I could post and tell my followers about us! Your breast are fine! I love them and I adore them. Why would I even be with you if I didn’t fucking love every single thing about you?” Gray growled as he continued to slap at your ass pushing himself against you. “I don’t want to hear your excuses. You have worked up my interests so now we will practice self-love and I’m going to fuck the shit out of you because I couldn’t help but notice how fucking good you look and daydream about this pussy all day.” Gray kneaded your ass cheeks spreading him apart as he watched you. You whimpered slightly, you felt embarrassed by all of it and his words made your heart feel happy.

“Say that you love your breast.” Gray commanded gripping at your hips rolling against you.

“I- I love my breast.” You muttered softly, your hands pressing against the wall. Your pushed your hips back wanting to feel more of the slaps as he made you chant out that you loved your body until your ass cheeks were blistering red and becoming numb.

“Whose girl are you?” He asked softly slapping your ass watching as your legs bucked.

“I’m yours.” You bit your bottom lip trying not to cry and ruin your makeup.

“Good girl.” Gray said softly, unzipping his pants he rubbed his dick against your red ass cheeks, only pushing your panties to the side a little bit for your entrance he slammed into you. You gasped out, arching your back as he pulled you away from the wall some more kicking your legs a bit wider with his feet he started to slam into you slowly, filling you up to the brim as he pounded away into your insides.

“Fuck this little tight pretty pink pussy always wraps around my dick. You should know how much I love being deep inside of you.” Gray husked out his hands moving up your body up your chest until he was pulling your bra down to grab onto your small breast rolling his fingers against your nipples pulling on them as he continued to snap his hips forward brushing against your spot. Having to fuck you quickly because he didn’t want you to both get caught and he had to take off his concert attire. He let his dick brush deep inside of your silk walls, stretching you out and making sure to leave no spot untouched. Your head rolled back as you moaned his name your sensitive breast throbbing for him to give even more attention and he kept his hands there his balls slapping against your wet pussy as he groaned and moaned for you.

“I’m close Gray.” You whimpered slightly shutting your eyes, he nodded his head biting his lip.

“Cum for me baby girl, I want to feel your walls all tight around sucking me in. I want to feel your cum.” He moaned bending down to kiss up your back licking on your neck sucking on a spot besides your ear. In a few more thrusts you were cumming and tightening up around his member, letting him continue to pound you deeply until he was spilling his cum inside of you painting your insides white. You took deep breaths as he held onto you before a knock on the door made you both jump.

“Uhm Gray.. You might want to get your official statement for the press ready.. Your mic is still on. But as always so glad you two made up!” Jay said as he walked away from the room leaving both you and Gray embarrassed and coming down from a post orgasm together.

dexter starters ( showtime’s dexter s2ep2.)

  • “ i finally get a chance to kill and i can’t do it.”
  • “ and now all my secrets are floating to the surface.”
  • “ how did i lose it? how do i find it again?”
  • “ how can i solve a crime when i can’t even solve what’s wrong with me?”
  • “ has a nice ring to it, no?”
  • “ last thing ___ needs is another serial killer.”
  • “ why don’t you take a picture? it’ll last longer.”
  • “ what would i do without you?”
  • “ grandma really talks like that?”
  • “ you get the point. right, bitch?”
  • “ fucking people don’t want our help.”
  • “ this stuff never gets to you?”
  • “ i’m more of a cry on the inside kinda guy.”
  • “ what? i’m so over that.”
  • “ just… prove it to me.”
  • “ it’s like you’re just fucking with me.”
  • “ couldn’t pick a worse time, right?”
  • “ hey, how about you take off? let me handle this.”
  • “ i couldn’t let you do that.”
  • “ i owe you.”
  • “ i can’t even go there.”
  • “ this one’s on us, man.”
  • “ i have to focus. tune everything out.”
  • “ timing could be better.”
  • “ … oh. it’s you.”
  • “ who else you got following you?”
  • “ go ahead. try it. i’ve been waitin’.”
  • “ this neighborhood? it’s full of crazies. i’d lock my doors.”
  • “ bathroom’s all yours.”
  • “ we ran outta glasses?”
  • “ come on, give it a chance.”
  • “ sweetie, what’s the matter?”
  • “ what kind of weird?”
  • “ no. no, calm was what i was 35 minutes ago. pissed is what i am now.”
  • “ hey! who want’s eggos? i got blueberry, or chocolate. or both.”
  • “ assholes! they did everything but help.”
  • “ which assholes were you talking to?”
  • “ i didn’t ask for your help, or your advice.”
  • “ i’ll never understand how people deal with death. why they can’t just… put it in it’s place.”
  • “ not exactly ideal in the element of surprise department.”
  • “ i have to find a new way to dispose of the body.”
  • “ you totally douched me in there.”
  • “ you clocked a guy in a bar who touched your arm…“
  • “ well, thank you for the fucking vote of confidence.”
  • “ hey. just visualize that door of opportunity opening up wide for you, bro, and just walk right through it.”
  • “ you keep up with this woo-woo shit, imma walk right through you.”
  • “ that come with a story?”
  • “ well, you should be more careful, amigo.”
  • “ they had to bring in outside talent. which would be moi.”
  • “ bet this guy never expected his work to see in the light of day.”
  • “ i bet you’re right.”
  • “ still, it can’t be easy to hide a body nowadays.”
  • “ you shittin’ me?”
  • “ hypothetical: how do you make sure disposed body stay disposed?”
  • “ don’t all those run the risk of contact with the outside world?”
  • “ you got a better idea?”
  • “ there is no such thing as the perfect crime. not in my experience, anyway.”
  • “ well, we have something in common.”
  • “ miss me?”
  • “ i need to clear the decks… and my head.”
  • “ they, uh… ate my puppy.”
  • “ you may have to get closer than you like.”
  • “ i’m doin’ enough damage on my own.”
  • “ that was a yes. sounded like a no, but… yeah.”
  • “ you scared the shit outta me.”
  • “ how you doin’?”
  • “ don’t! you fuckin’ asked… so, how am i doing? i’m just fine.”
  • “ come on, don’t get the shakes now. this is no time for performance anxiety.”
  • “ i’ve been waitin’ for you.”
  • “ come out, come out, wherever you are!”
  • “ what the hell is wrong with me?”
  • “ it’s okay, i got you.”
  • “ don’t leave me! please, don’t leave me!”
  • “ want me to knock out some doors? or maybe some heads?”
  • “ what fucking asshole left this here?”
  • “ it’s ‘special agent’ fucking asshole.”
  • “ frankly, you’re more of a leader than a team-player.”
  • “ i’m not convinced you play well with others.”
  • “ i feel like a jigsaw-puzzle missing a piece.”
  • “ i’ve been calling you for hours.”
  • “ i kinda pulled an all nighter.”
  • “ it’s, uh… it’s taking me to places i never thought i’d go.”
  • “ he was such a destructive force. why can’t you just put him behind you?”
  • “ i’m just gonna make you late.”
  • “ dammit, ___!  i need you there too.”
  • “ you have no idea what this feels like.”
  • “ can’t wait to get another door slammed in my face.”
  • “ that’s it. put that out into the universe, alright?”
  • “ look on the bright side. comically, we’re batting a thousand.”
  • “ please, don’t shoot me, miss/mister.”
  • “ if i believed in god. if i believed in sin… this is the place where i’d be sucked straight to hell… if i believed in hell.”
  • “ i’m so sorry for your loss.”
  • “ i’m not sorry.”
  • “ you’re still here.”
  • “ i killed you.”
  • “ no. you just took my life.”
  • “ so how do i make you go away?”
  • “ i’m not like them.”
  • “ now, if it helps, i can tell you it’s not your fault, what you did to me.”
  • “ i’m not human.”
  • “ no. you’re just fucked up.”
  • “ you think it’s as simple as that?”
  • “ excuse me, i opened this by mistake.”
  • “ today it is all about the win. i think we really should enjoy this.”
  • “ i really appreciate your support.”
  • “ it was simple, really.”
  • “ all i had to do was put myself into the mind of a killer. hardly a stretch.”
  • “ trust me, you’re not going anywhere this time.”
  • “ who the fuck are you?”
  • “ that kind of talk is just gonna bring you closer to your victims.”
  • “ no, maybe you didn’t do the deed, but the blood is on your hands.”
  • “ a lot of blood is on your hands.”
  • “ why do you care about these people?”
  • “ why are you doing this to me?”
  • “ i’m not so much doing this to you as i’m doing it for me.”
  • “ you leave pain wherever you go.”
  • “ you kill me, what do you leave behind?”
  • “ look at that, steady as a surgeon.”
  • “ this kill was just the first of the loose ends i needed to tie off.”
  • “ i need to see you.”
  • “ i’m just dropping somebody off, can it wait?”
  • “ a shoe? you wanted to see me about a shoe?”
  • “ i didn’t have a lot to hope for until i met you.”
  • “ you gave me something to believe in when i didn’t even believe in myself.”
  • “ it’s not your fault.”
  • “ it was totally an act of impulse.”
  • “ what are you trying to say, that you planned on acting on impulse?”
  • “ that’s where you disappeared to at all hours of the night like clark fucking kent.”
  • “ if the eyes are the window to the soul, then grief is the door. as long as it’s closed, it’s the barrier between knowing and not knowing. walk away from it and it stays closed forever. but open it, and walk through it, and pain becomes truth.”
  • “ i’ve been preparing for this my entire life.”
  • “ it’s annoying, isn’t it?”
  • “ i’m not taking the bait.”
  • “ you’re up late.”
  • “ you don’t need to do this. you don’t need to do this now.”
  • “ temporary insanity.”
  • “ you’re right. i smell like a fucking sewer.”
  • “ i had to say goodbye in order to reconnect with what’s really important. with who i was.”
  • “ rest in peace… i am.”
Disobedient Girl || one

I’m not changing for no one, so do whatever you want with me. The way I am is going to be the same, no one will change that.

Originally posted by mvssmedia

Word Count: 3.3k+

Genre: Angst & Smut

PLEASE READ THE AUTHOR NOTE & DISCLAIMER!

A/N: This is story can be a trigger for some of you, it includes raping, being a prostitute, graphic scene, and a lot of things that can be inappropriate for you. So please keep that in mind, that this story can be a hell of mature. I have warned you that this can be a trigger for some people. If you like this type of story feel free to read it. 

DISCLAIMER: I’m not being mean to any of the boys, but I just got inspired to write this type of story. My heart belongs to the boys and would never make them look like bad people. I’m sorry Taehyung, that this made you look mean. 

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XF Fic Challenge: “Talking in the Park”

Author: @2moms-0fucks

Rating: Teen? Maybe

Summary: Set post Per Manum, Scully discovers something in Mulder’s apartment that leads them on a conversation of what could have been.

Notes: I wrote this a year ago, to be honest. I never fleshed it out, and simply cleaned it up to submit for the challenge. It’s cracky. BOY IS IT FLUFF CRACK. Submitted for @xfficchallenges - Dialogue Only Challenge. Ugh. This is so cracky. i’m totally geeking out on the idea of conversations because so many conversations never happened in this series. But…oh well…I DO hope you enjoy it.


“Talking In The Park” by: 2moms-0fucks


“Mulder…? Why do you have all these books?”

“I uh… I got them when you started the treatments…”

‘What to Expect When Your Wife’s Expanding’? 'Test Tubes and Testosterone: A Man’s Journey Into Infertility and IVF’…?”

“Scully… I uh”

“Mulder…”

“I should donate them or something…”

“You read them?”

“Yeah…”

“But I thought–”

“That I just wanted to be the donor?”

“Well…”

“You wanna go for a walk for a minute?”

“Mulder, I–”

“Come on. It’ll make more sense…I promise.”

“Mulder those books…”

“Look, I know, Scully…”

“When I asked you to be the donor - to be the father…, you never said you wanted to play a bigger role…”

“Would you have allowed me?”

“You would have been the father – of course I would have. I would have let you play as much of a role as you wanted.”

“When you asked me to help you have a baby, I was… nervous. I was terrified, actually. It’s not like my own father was the epitome of ‘Leave it to Beaver’… and I was concerned that the same men who were behind everything would somehow use the baby to…hurt you… And I was being selfish…”

“Being concerned about my safety isn’t selfish.”

“No, I was. I was entirely selfish. But I can’t really explain it. A part of me – A large part of me didn’t want– It’s complicated Scully. I don’t know if you’ll understand…”

“Explain it. I want to know. A large part of you, what?”

“A large part of me was afraid of losing you.”

“Mulder, we’re partners…”

“Scully, you don’t know that. You really think you were going to continue with our work pregnant or with a young child?

“Well. I—“

“When I said yes, I told you I was afraid of it coming between us… I knew it was going to come between us. Eventually. No matter who the father is, a baby would change–”

“Everything.”

“Yeah…”

“For the record, Mulder, I wouldn’t have… I mean, there isn't… You weren’t my first choice.”

“That makes a guy feel good, Scu—“

“You were my only choice.”

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Rebound girl // Jensen Ackles x Reader

Word count: ~5000

Warnings: Anti Danneel (for the purpose of this fiction she had to be a b*tch, but she is not his wife and they don’t have children for this fiction!), language and maybe it’s a bit angsty-ish? but I guess this is it If I’m missing something please let me know!

A/N: This is my entry for @casbabydontgoineedyou ‘s 1k follower challenge, my prompt was “Wait… You think I’m pretty?” (it’ll be bold in the text) and it’s also my first piece of fiction I’m posting here on tumblr! 

A/N 2: Part 2 (and other stories of mine) can soon be found on @not-moose-squad

Originally posted by violet-phantomhive


Jensen’s POV

Being with Danneel was tiring. She wasn’t the woman I fell in love with two years ago. 

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I love you. I would never ask you to pick me over something that you love, something that gives you passion, something that moves you forward in life, and that is why I didn’t ask you to stay. I had to fight off every single urge inside my body just to let you go. It’s not that I didn’t fight for you; it was because I love you so much that I want what’s best for you even if it meant that I won’t be in the picture. Watching you leave was hard, but stopping myself from holding you back was even harder. This is the most selfless decision I have ever made, and I hope that you will understand where I’m coming from one day. Forgive me. One day you’ll look back and realize that our love was worth the sacrifice.
— 

-I hope by then we can try again.

-m.t.t.

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Urata: I arrived at Mafu’s house and pressed the intercom

For about 3 minutes I didn’t get an answer

He didn’t even read my LINE messages and the door didnt look like it would open

I tried pressing the intercom again

I heard a voice from inside saying “Come in-.” so I opened the door to see Mafu fallen on the floor

Ura “What are you doing”

Mafu “I pretended to have collapsed so why didn’t you open the door?”

Soraru: Ditto and slime are looking over here like they want to become friends

Urata: Hurry up and get over here

Soraru: I’m busy drawing pictures on strawberries so

Siblings Galore

Anonymous Asked: “Thanks for the former-close-brothers-now-enemies prompts! Could I have some more please?”

Anonymous Asked: “Could you please do a dialogue prompt between a brother and a sister (twins)? <3″

The Good

1. “We’ll be okay. We always are. You and me against the world.”

“I can’t believe you remember that. We still had that old treehouse.”

2. “Why does everyone ask if we’re identical?”

“Because that’s the only kind of twin they can think of.”

3. “Have you gotten Dad something for his birthday yet?”

“I’m… Going to do that. Eventually.”

“We’re going shopping. Right now.”

4. “I love you.”

“I know. Twin powers, remember?”

5. “Hey, remember that time we couldn’t go to the family reunion?”

“Yeah, you were sick right?”

“Well… Our parents thought so.”

“You-!”

The Bad

6. “Why would you do this? We’re family!”

“Yeah? Funny, because no one treats me like family. I’m the extra no one wants.”

“That isn’t true. That was never true!”

7. “I hate you!”

“You don’t mean that. Please, you can’t-”

8. “Forgive me. I’m begging you, whatever I did, please forgive me.”

“Too little, too late.”

9. “Are you coming to the family reunion?”

“Why would I ever?”

10. “I miss you.”

“You don’t even know me.”

11. “When we were little, I-”

“What? Looked up to me? Wanted to be like me?”

“Trusted you.”

“That’s unfortunate.”

The Banter

12. “Do you remember when we were kids, and-”

“Let me stop you right there. We’re never talking about this again.”

“I have pictures.”

13. “You are the weirdest sibling ever.”

“You know you love me.”

14. “Oh, my gosh. You have a date.”

“So?”

“So? I have to meet and terrorize them! Sibling code!”

15. “Do you still cheat at hide and seek?”

“We’ve been over this. There is literally no way to do that.”

“That’s a yes, then.”

16. “Come on. You know I’m Mom’s favorite.”

“She baked me a bigger birthday cake.”

“Once. Eight years ago.”

17. “You broke it!”

“You’re still saying that? I remember what happened, okay?”

~I hope these help!~

anonymous asked:

So...what happened when you let buyers pick their puppies?

Well, I have several stories because as a newer breeder I am learning too. My first litter I placed a sweet soft boy in a home I really shouldn’t have. She already had too many dogs. Because of all her dogs she did not continue socializing as he grew and he was bullied by her deerhounds. Because he was sensitive (like most borzoi are) he became reactive with other dogs. Large males in particular. His confidence was shot…it’s so important in our breed to have a confident dog. They don’t start fights and it’s so easy to live and take them anywhere. Fast forward to me asking to bring him back to the US to finish his AKC CH title. I was so saddened by how he was so fearful of everything. Still such a sweet dog but he was always watching is back as if someone was going to jump from the shadows. I asked to keep him and he’s still with me. He gotten so much better and now gets along with any males I bring onto the property. He lives with 4 intact males now. They don’t fight even when the girls come in season. So that is one example of poor placement.

Another was in my last litter, I placed a very little girl with a person who had gotten a borzoi from my first litter. He was the perfect dog and she had a lot to live up too. Several times I tired getting the owner to change her mind saying she was super high energy. The owner said she could handle it, she’s trained dogs before, nothing she hasn’t seen. Well this puppy girl said challenge accepted and became a nightmare for her new owner. I do give the owner props for trying but at 10 months she couldn’t take it anymore. She was returned to me and I hold nothing against her for returning the dog. It wasn’t sure good fit. Now the dog is in a home where she runs on 3 acres daily, gets to go run in the open field and chase jack rabbits, she just excels at anything athletic and her first home couldn’t provide the exercise to fit her energy level. Which was my fault.

Another puppy from my last litter went to a lady that wanted to get out of IWs but still wanted a bigger dog. She knew the lady I mentioned above. She loved the boy from my first litter and wanted one just like him. *laughs* cuz that’s not a tall order. Well she didn’t want the pups with the short tail which would have been the ideal fit for her. Though he had prey drive he was very bid able and laid back. Actually I gave her the choice of 2. The other had kinks in his tail.( @noodle-dragon ended up with this boy so it was a blessing in disguise.) She wanted a perfect tail *sigh* I argued with her about this for a while. I told her the other males were going to show homes, she kept saying she wanted one of 2 other boys I had not offered her. That was it. I told her the one must go to a show home, the other we were waiting on his testicle to drop and he just wasn’t the right fit. Because by 9 weeks his testicle never dropped I gave in and said fine…he’s yours. Big mistake as well. She never had anything good to say about him. He bites, he barks, he runs around her house like a crazy dog growling….HE’S A FREAKING PUPPY LADY!!!! Well she didn’t take any of my advice. We went back and forth for months, I tried so hard to help her but you can’t help someone who really don’t even want to listen. I kept pushing her to return the dog and I would give her a full refund, I guess I started pushing too hard. She refused and cut off contact with me. She still has the dog and my spies say he looks good but it breaks my heart she won’t send updates and pictures.

This is why a breeder should be completely honest and at time even put their foot down when it comes to placement. I want people to enjoy my dogs and the breed but coming to a person who breeds Borzoi (dogs bred for their athleticism and prey drive) and basically wanting a Labrador in a borzoi suit is just unrealistic. This is why I don’t let people choose. When I evaluate a litter I also evaluate temperament. If someone is looking for lower drive, if I have any, I will give them their choice. Might be 1 dog, might be 3….don’t know until the litter is about 8-9 weeks and I make no promises to puppy buyers until that time. All those that have puppies from me didn’t get to choose them. I placed the dogs in the homes so everyone benefitted.

Say You’ll Want Me Pt. 3

Originally posted by msgem

Part 1 - Part 2 

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Love. Funny, when you hear that word aren’t you supposed to feel all warm and happy inside? Unfortunately not me. I just think about you and how we went from being so in love, to just being nothing at all. You went from being someone I talked to and called 24/7, someone I told all my obnoxious stories to, the only person that could comfort me when I was upset, to a complete stranger. How does that happen? How did we let this happen? You promised me no matter what you’d be there for me always, but where are you?

With another girl of course, giving her your everything and leaving me with nothing. Not even a friendship or a conversation. It hurts as much as I know it shouldn’t. But how couldn’t I let it? Knowing you’re holding her at night. Knowing that she receives the last text goodnight, the last I love you and the first text good morning. I’m torn knowing you’re not coming back. That I cannot go to you with my troubles. I’m beyond alone and more depressed than ever before yet you’re blind to all of it. How couldn’t you though?

Even when we were together I would shut out the negative feelings. I would shut you out because I have walls built up. You never even bothered to tell me that everything would be okay so the walls remained up and you remained distant. A relationship I held so close and dear to my heart was in fact a toxic one, but what did it bring me so much joy? Why when I heard the word love I instantly pictured your beautiful face in my head? Because you told me the words I love you and all a girl ever wants to feel is loved.

You knew just what to do and say to make me forgive you, tears after tears. You’d just say 3 simple words. Instantly you were forgiven. You broke me and placed me back together just how you wanted me, then broke me again and placed me back together. But not every bandage can heal a wound, so the last time you broke me I remained broken. You were gone, you didn’t even look back or hesitate once. You didn’t dare try to check in on me and communicate, you pretended as if we never met.

I am still broken but I do know my worth. Because of you I know love isn’t as great as it seems, in fact it’s far from it. I hear the word and utterly ache having to run into the other direction. Love is a battle and I will never get close to winning, all because of you.

—  LRS // to the girl I never stopped loving
Lay Me Down - part 1

Originally posted by daystilchristmas

Pairing: Dracoxreader

Words: 1498

Warnings: none

A/U:  1. First I thought of putting a “_” instead of a specific house. In the end my Hufflepuff pride took over. #sorrynotsorry. 

2. I was listening to “In the Lonely Hour” by Sam Smith and thought of this. Not sure why I’m writing a Christmas story in February, but here it is. Enjoy.




                           “I know you’ll understand us. Love, mom.”

                          “Believe me, I love you, but not in that way.”

This was the tenth time you had read both letters. You were better than self-pity, yet you couldn’t help but to re-read them almost every day. Who could blame you, right? If one receives a letter that her muggle parents are going on a cruise for Christmas and New Year’s and a day later receives another one from her boyfriend telling her that he no longer wants to be their boyfriend they would be feeling a bit down too.

Since you were  a new transfer, you didn’t know a lot of people, and those who you got along with were away with their families. Now, you were alone for Christmas break. You thought of going home but you would be just as alone there. At least here someone else would cook for you.

With a huff, you made both pieces of paper into a messy ball and threw them on the wastebasket. Giving them one last look you decided to head down to enjoy the feast. Through the windows you could see the snow fell down rapidly covering the trees and grass. The Great Hall was completely decorated with Christmas theme. Before heading to the table, you grabbed your instant camera and took a picture of the beautiful view.

“Whatever is that thing you have there?” Asked someone from behind you. you looked back and your eyes met big blue eyes. They stared at you expectantly, waiting for a reply. It was the entitled slytherin, Draco Malfoy.

You looked back at your camera for a few seconds, grabbing the photo that had just printed and shaking it lightly. “It’s a camera. It takes pictures,” you said, showing him the picture you had just taken.

“Why would you bring such thing here? Ours are much better than those muggle things. Those don’t even move,” He said. You rolled your eyes., not interested in hearing him talk trash about muggles. You were raised as one. Your parents, friends, everyone you knew were muggles. For the longest time, you thought you were one. That was why you were pretty attached to your “muggle” things.

“I brought it here  cause I wanted to, you don’t have to look at it,” you said rolling your eyes, “Now, my Christmas sucks already I’m not making it worse by hearing to your ‘muggle-hate crap’ so goodbye, Draco.”

“Whatever mudblood.,” he snarled. You flipped him off on your way to your table. You didn’t look back to see his reaction, though you were tempted. Would he be offended? Would it mean anything to him, or it was another muggle thing? You resisted temptation and went over to the Hufflepuff table.

Once there you looked around, Gryffindor had around five students, they were all talking happily while eating Christmas cake, the situation was similar over at the Ravenclaw table. Draco sat alone in the long slytherin table. Although yours was completely covered with Christmas garments, on  it there were only a few turkey sandwiches, crumpets and cake. The small quantity given by the fact that you were the only Hufflepuff that stayed back.

An hour later, you were filled with turkey, cake, and whatnot. So you decided to head back to your dorm. You stayed back curled up in the sofa next to the chimney, trying to keep warm, with your headphones connected  to the phone. You listened to Sam Smith with your eyes closed, lowly singing along to his songs and losing track to time.  You opened your eyes and looked down at the phone displaying Sam Smith’s face. The short interaction with Draco about muggle cameras coming back. That’s when you remembered the letter and things one of your friends back home sent you. A small silver bottle, it said “eau de parfum” on the outside but the letter she wrote explained it did not contain a perfume at all. You laughed to yourself, Sandra would never change.

You thought about it. You couldn’t do it, could you? It was completely forbidden. Yet, if you would ever break the rules, now would be the perfect time. Most people were gone, and your phone indicated it was late at night. After considering it for a while you decided to just go with it and do it. You headed quickly upstairs to retrieve the bottle and your yellow scarf with your phone still on you hand.

You ran through the halls, looking back every so often to make sure no one had caught you. It was almost three a.m so you doubted anyone would be up, but in this place, you could never be too cautious. Soon enough you found the kitchen, there, with what little light you had from your phone you started to search for all the ingredients. You placed a glass jar on the table and bent down to look for herbs.

A hand grabbed your arm and you froze, afraid to look up. Other hand took one of the earphone away from your ear and you mentally cursed yourself. How could you been so careless? Leaving your earphones on was such a dumb move. Slowly you looked up, hoping it would be Dumbledore the one to catch you instead of Snape. It was neither. Instead, the blond slytherin boy stood next to you. “What are you doing here?”

“You ask that to me, muggle?” he asked offended, “I’m not the one sneaking into the kitchen at this hour.”

“My name is Y/N, not ‘mudblood’ or ‘muggle’ or anything of the sort. Why I’m here it’s none of your business. Why were you following me?”

“I saw you running down the hallway, thought something might have happened since you were going in direction of the Great Hall. Obviously you weren’t going there. You were thieving.”

“Whatever, Draco. You caught me, now either go tell Dumbledore, McGonagall, whoever. Or let me finish what I started.”

“Your are much rude than I would expect from a ‘kind’ Hufflepuff.”

“And you’re just as annoying as I would expect from a Slytherin,” you said. You knew that if he hadn’t told anyone yet, he would be wanting something in exchange to keep quiet.

Draco rolled his eyes and looked at the silver bottle in your hand, “What’s that?”

“Nothing.”

“C’mon, Y/N, I’m not telling.”

“You’re not?”

“As long as you tell me your plan.”

You huffed, “There it is, typical slytherin.”

He laughed, “So?”

“It’s vodka,” You replied, he didn’t seem to understand that, “alcohol, Draco. It’s alcohol.”

“And what are you planning to do with that?”

“Drink it,” You said, at this point it didn’t seem like he would tell anyone, so you just continued to search for the rest of the ingredients. “And since it’s Christmas I don’t want to drink it just like that. I want cola de mono,” you explained, placing the milk, sugar, and the silver bottle on the table next to the jar.

“Cola de mono?” He asked his interest peaking.

“Monkey’s tail,” You translated, “It’s a typical christmas drink where I’m from,” You said looking for the rest of the things required to make the drink, but as much as you looked, you couldn’t find them, “Since I can’t go home, I’ll bring part of it here.”


“Muggles and their weird customs. It sounds rather appaling to drink something with such name.”

“Well, you don’t have to drink it,” You said, sighing, “but if you do want to try it, help me find the cinnamon and vanilla. I just don’t see them. And I need them”

He looked at you for a while, not sure if he wanted to help you. He said to himself he didn’t even want to be there, that he should go back to the slytherin common room. Yet, there he stood. Opposite you, not moving to leave. With a short huff, he decided to ignore his brain and help you. It didn’t take him much time to find what you needed. They were in the top shelves, too far up for you to see.

“Here you go, cinnamon and vanilla,” he said handing them to you. “If you were taller you would have see them long ago.”

You grabbed the bottles and started to make the recipe, “Well thankfully you’re here,” you said while you stirred the milk, water, and vodka. You froze for a few seconds when you realized what you had said, feeling how your cheeks turned red. You didn’t see his reaction, you just stared at the jar and continued to stir with force. You added the coffee, cinnamon and vanilla and continued to stir.

“Done,” you said, taking the jar in your hands, “It has to bee at least a liter, maybe more,” you said, “get glasses,” You were about to put the jar back down, when you heard people coming. Draco and you looked at each other in alarm, “Oh no.”


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Originally posted by jiminrolls


December 31st, 2016  10:20; 

Taehyung watched as Yoongi dragged Jimin away. He shrugged the irony of the scene. It was his birthday but everyone else seemed to be having fun instead. He was left all alone at a table full of alcohol but devoid of any friends. He filled himself with what was available at least.

When he saw Jimin and Jungkook coming towards him, Taehyung avoided the situation by turning towards another table where the girls welcomed him. He didn’t want to face them and it didn’t look that good anyways. Jungkook loved Jimin a little too much and it always made Taehyung miserable.

Deep inside, Taehyung really hated Jimin. Deep inside, all of them hated Jimin a little -or a lot-.

Yoongi didn’t like him because of his carelessness when it came to life. Jin despised the young boy for having always figured out what he hid. Hoseok hated Jimin because he knew his boyfriend secretly wanted him. Jungkook because he knew the man didn’t love him back.

Taehyung just hated Jimin because, no matter what, they still loved the other more than they will ever do him. Nonetheless, when he heard Jungkook’s advances, he pitied Jimin. Even with his obsession with Jungkook, he would have never wanted that kind of forced attention.

However, when Jungkook managed to get Jimin into one of the private rooms of the bar, after the smaller boy tried to get away. Taehyung just laughed with the pretty girls around him, drinking up their attention to forget what was happening.

At one point, his conscience started to eat him up. He stood up, still not drunk enough to be unable to walk, and went to the room. He hesitated to turn the knob and, eventually, didn’t have to make the decision. The door was busted open and a scared Jimin looked up him.

Disgust brewed in his stomach when he saw the terrifying fade of innocence from his friend’s eyes then to look up and find the guilt in Jungkook’s eyes. Jungkook who he loved more than anything.

T-tae-” Jimin’s eyes were suddenly filled with tears.

Get out” Taehyung gripped Jimin’s arm and pushed him outside the room before going in and locking the door.    

Jungkook he loved so much. Taehyung threw the first punch with that in head.

Jimin he hated so much. Taehyung suddenly lost his senses and Jungkook was getting the worst of his wrath.



His friends he held so high. His life that was a lie.  Jimin started running.



You’re pathetic.” Taehyung had Jungkook by the collar, anger and tears filling his eyes. “I know you’re going to say that you were drunk later but, what you just did, I’ll be there to remind you everyday, every hour, every second of your life. So, you better not forget it.” He pushed him away and the other just stumbled back down.

Himself, that h hated more than anything.

Taehyung ran after Jimin but he was too late. He could have saved him but he was too late. The damage was already done.



December 31st, 2016  11:35;

Jimin ran into the house tears and blood staining his face. He looked for the first person he knew would always be there.

Hyung!” His voice was strained and he had a tough time balancing himself. Jimin hoped that the eldest would be in the house, he needed the comfort of a caring friend. Jin was, in the end, more than just a friend. He was a parent to Jimin. A friend that loved him more than his own mother or at least that’s what he thought.

Jimin heard movement coming from the bedroom that Jin and Namjoon shared and slowly walked towards it.

I told you not to do it anymore!” He heard the eldest yelling, “Do you really want to see me die?”. Jimin held his breath in as he peeked through the slightly opened door.

Namjoon was on the floor, drenched in a combination of sweat and the cold water Jin used to sober him up. He was trembling and his eyes looked glazed over. No matter how much Jin yelled at him or shook his shoulder, he said nothing.

How can I live with someone so pathetic?” Jin threw something back and it hit the door, falling right in front of Jimin. Even though the lights were dim, Jimin could tell that it was a syringe. Namjoon was taking drugs? “What if one of the boys sees you like this? Do you want to go back to jail?”

Jimin, at that moment, realized he just saw something that he shouldn’t. However, it was already too late.

The door creaked and Jin’s head snapped back. The perfect picture that Jin had been trying to fool the boys with was shattered into millions of pieces when he saw Jimin’s scared eyes looking right at his.

J-jimin” Jin’s lips trembled. Namjoon looked up as well but he was too out of it to even recognize anyone other than Jin. At least he always managed to recognize Jin.

What - what happened? What’s wrong with him?” Jimin, for the sake of his friend, forgot about his own ache and his own bleeding pride. He always thought they would do the same to him. He was naively laughable.

It’s none of your business” Jimin was about to go in but stopped, eyes wide. Jin instead was the one to stride towards him, pulling him up by his shirt, “You say anything to anyone and I’ll fucking kill you, you hear me?”.

Jimin just wanted comfort. A friend that loved him more than his own mother. Or at least that’s what he thought until he was thrown to the ground by the same friend.

Hyu-”

Don’t call me that!” Jin yelled out, even Taehyung shook in fear from where he stood, “Why is it always you? Why does it always have to be you that sees me at my lowest.”

Jimin was below rock bottom.

They spent a minute in pure silence. Jin afraid that the little picture perfect image of a couple he had would break and that he would have to face the reality of what he denied. Jimin devastated of what two hours have managed to change.

He then realized that nothing really changed, he was just seeing the lie. Now, he just wanted someone to cover his eyes up, hide him from the world. But he knew that was too much to ask.

J-jin…” Namjoon’s faint voice could be heard, only because it was too quiet. He was shaking too hard and fear pooled inside of Jin. He was about to lose him. Before answering his boyfriend’s calls, Jin gave Jimin one last look condemning his existence.

Taehyung shrugged. He felt small and none of it happened to him. He couldn’t dare wonder what Jimin felt like. After being betrayed, humiliated, taken, deprived of everything, and having his whole life crumble. He knew Jimin would only want one thing.

The sirens became closer then Namjoon and Jin disappeared from the house. Only Taehyung and Jimin remained.



Jimin had crawled back towards the door, picking the syringe in his hands and was silently watching it. Just as Taehyung was watching him.

He didn’t feel any different than the tool. Used for all the wrong reasons then discarded like it never mattered in the first place. To Jimin, that syringe meant something. And to Taehyung, Jimin meant something.

Taehyung knelt in front of Jimin, a hand on his chin to make him look up.

Tae, anything you ever wanted from me?” Jimin laughed bitterly, “I’ll give it to you, as your birthday present”.

Jimin-ah-”

I’m sorry this is the me you’ll remember after this-” Jimin stopped talking when he felt the other’s lips on his forehead and two wet spots from his tears.

I want you to be selfish now” Taehyung whispered as he hugged the boy tightly “What do you want?”

I want them to suffer” Jimin spoke calmly, eyes completely dry, “I want them to suffer and I want to stop suffering. Can you do that for me?”.

In a world filled with pretend friends, at least Taehyung should be a sincere one.

I’ll make sure they suffer twice as much, you can rest now”

And - I … I want you to be happy.” Jimin added.



“You killed him by request?”

Taehyung laughed.

“No, he wouldn’t let me.”

I want you to be happy but I can’t be there” Jimin pushed away then gripped his friend’s hand.

Are you asking me to-”

No. You can’t take punishment for what they did”

Jimin-”

You saw. How can I live after that? You told me to be selfish, this is me being selfish.”



“Then why say you killed him?”

“Because, in a way, I did.”

“So it wasn’t a murder made into a suicide but-”

“A suicide made into murder” Taehyung interrupted and smiled, “They made him into a victim so he made them into the perpetrators”

“But in the end he was the one to lose”

“But no one else won. In the end, there was no victor, just losers. We were all doomed from the beginning. Yoongi and his lust, Hoseok and his jealousy, jungkook and his greed, and Jin with his pride, they all killed him. But I was the worst out of them all.”

“Why is that?”

“I was a bystander. At any time of the night I could have stepped in and stopped it from happening but I chose not to.” He sighed “Jimin didn’t make me into a killer, I did so myself.”

“But it ends here, for Jimin.”

“His suffering ends here but their’s has just started” Taehyung smirked “I’ll make sure it does.”




January 1st, 2018 ;



Taehyung set the flowers down with a smile.

“I missed you, Jimin-ah” He caressed the ground as if the other could feel it, sometimes he liked to think that he did. “Is it nice up there?” Taehyung shrugged, “Did you meet Namjoon yet? How’s he?”.

He looked to the side, another grave with the leader’s name on it.

“I didn’t think he would follow you that fast,” Taehyung felt the tears coming but he swallowed them down with a bitter smile, “I’m not going to ask about Jin. I’m sure his pride was too big for heaven”.

Jimin would have laughed. The pure and bubbly sound of Jimin’s laugh. He would give everything up to see it even his life. However, he knew that even if he was to join, his place would be right next to Jin and Yoongi, not Jimin.

“I’m happy, minnie. I’m at peace, so you be as well,” He choked on his words, “I hope you were satisfied with my promise-keeping abilities” He laughed, standing back up, “I hope you’re proud, having a friend like me”.




January 3rd, 2017 ;



11:00 a.m;

Jin walked into Namjoon’s room after being released to find him lifeless.

Jin was pronounced brain dead after having jumped off the building. His family, with Taehyung’s influenced, decided to pull the plug a few hours after.



14:05 p.m;

Taehyung smiled at Jungkook after he was sentenced to twenty years in prison without parole. He smiled as Jungkook watched his mother faint and his brother resent him for the disgusting human he was.



14:30p.m;

An article came out about it after an ‘anonymous’ tip was sent in. Jungkook’s name was added to the sex offender list.



January 13, 2017  11:00 p.m;

Hoseok was brought back in for murder after a heated fight with his boyfriend. Hoseok stayed silent even when he wasn’t the one to land the last stab that took his lover’s life. He knew going to prison was better than having to face Taehyung’s cold eyes again.


“I hope you liked the justice I gave you,” Taehyung looked up at the sky with a faint smile, “and the gifts I sent you. You will be receiving one last one, but it will be a little late. I’ll come to you after living both your part and mine.”

Jimin smiled.


This is what happens when I get bored.