you can now know what i look like!

I can’t stop laughing. Then I’m snorting from laughing so much which is causing me to laugh more!

So I found the place where it shows you who like and reblog from the most (in relation to the people you follow)  and I JUST CAN’T

LOOK AT THOSE PROPORTIONS! LOOK AT THEM!

73% comes from @thatsthat24 SEVENTY-THREE PER CENT! Meanwhile, only 2-3% comes from each of the other 8 people (that’s like, what, 14 per cent? I can’t do math)! 

Now I knew I reblogged from him a lot but THIS. I didn’t know it was this much!!

To quote Scott Thompson, “I’m sure I’m sorry.”

BTS Falling for a Tall & Masculine looking girl

Anon requested:  ayye can i get a reaction to bts falling for a tall masculine looking girl thank youououk

Yes you can! I hope it’s alright :) You can always request again if you’d like to. ~A


Jin:

He doesn’t mind her masculinity he actually thinks it’s cute. Her height that gets him a little discouraged. He doesn’t like being looked down on. And she literally has to look down to have a conversation with him. 

“Aish, now I know how Jimin feels when he has to talk to anybody.” 

Originally posted by fawnave

Namjoon

Joon doesn’t give a fuuuuuuuuuuck  about her height / masculinity. He thinks she looks amazing no matter what and literally melts when she does anything around him.

“Aish, she’ll be the death of me. My tall, beautiful goddess.” 

Is just over all a fluffy goofball when anyone brings her up in a conversation 

Originally posted by ksjknj

Hoseok: 

He’s got nothing against her height but feels WAY discouraged about her masculinity. She seems fearless and also quite strongly built whilst he’s just a yellow noodle who wants to prove he’s manly enough to protect her. It would backfire because he’d scream and run away over a spider and she’d just put it in her hand and take it outside. 

“Aish, I messed up, didn’t I?”

Originally posted by itsrapmonster

Taehyung:

Tries SO HARD to act like a normal gentleman until she finally told him to just be himself. Then the alien comes out and he’d kinda just put on her high heels and start laughing. 

“I’m still not even clearing your shoulders.”

Originally posted by jjks

Jimin:

Is a sulky, pouty, whiney little boy.

“SHE’S SO PRETTY BUT SHE’S BETTER THAN ME AT EVERYTHING! SHE’S STRONGER, TALLER AND PRETTIER! HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO LOOK BADASS WHEN I LOOK ELEVEN?!”

Originally posted by nnochu

Suga:

Surprises all of Bangtan and even himself because he turns soft and giggly when she’s around.

“Can you like.. Come down here so I can attempt to kiss you?”


Originally posted by nnochu

Jungkook:

He loves her to death but always runs and hides when she’s around because she’s a girl and we all know how good Kookie is with the chicks. 

Originally posted by sugutie

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“Is it the way they twinkle back at me?
that makes your eyes a mystery
or the way you sound like an angel
when you’re singing songs for me.

Could it be the way you flip your hair
or the way your head tilts slightly back when you laugh?

I don’t know if you notice when you’re looking down,
I loose myself just looking at your pretty face.
Won’t you help me girl cause I don’t know what to do

I must be going crazy now
and Im’ma wanna tell you why.
I must be going crazy now
‘coz everytime I close my eyes
All I can see is your eyes, your smile, your face, your skin
There’s something in your walk, your talk that makes you perfect girl.

I love your perfect smile.
Everything about you is perfect”

>Must Be Going Crazy - Alex Diaz

another one of those update posts

1. Finals week is next week. I have two giant papers and one giant presentation. Then I’m DONE UNTIL SEPTEMBER GOD BLESS.

2.Depending on how much I procrastinate, I’ll either be posting a shit ton of new stuff OR I’ll be lowkey dead until Thursday. I guess that’ll be a fun surprise for all of us.

3. ATTENTION WRITER BLOGS: In the past when there have been requests I’m unable to do, I usually just say “hey I can’t do this rn maybe a follower of mine can take it over?” But now I’m trying to actually tag blogs I know are open to said requests. But that also involves me hunting through tags, which is super time consuming. SO! If any of you guys are looking for some requests, shoot me a message for what fandoms/characters you’d like me to tag you in :)

**There is an especially high demand for Yondu related stuff.

***Also it’s chill if you aren’t following me and still want to be tagged in prompts, like I just want to clean out my inbox a little.

****Though it’d be cool if you did follow me bc I dig friendship.

4. I’ve owned John Wick 2 for a little over 12 hours and I’ve already watched it twice pls send help.

The question mechanically left her lips before she was aware she had asked it. “What did you do?”

Mozarkite 2xA looked at her. She wasn’t angry, disgusted, amused, or delighted; just resigned. “I made a decision. You should know by now that war is nothing but decisions. You make the best ones you can, and then deal with them. I told you, the primary objective was to take the spire out of the Crystal Gems’ hands, by any means necessary. It might not feel like it right now to you, but this was a great triumph for your Diamond.” At that moment, Jasper grasped that the Mozarkites were just as ruthless as Rose Quartz. They understood. They were real Quartz soldiers.

More vent art from the latest “Tales From Beta” chapter, Back to Pink Diamond’s Spire: Part II. The Mozarkites are probably the closest I’ve come to writing a Hate Sink, but even they have motivations for doing what they do. 

I know this is a reach. I know it. You don’t have to tell me. If you feel the need to tell me, read the first three sentences again. Okay? Anyways. What if, since they know that the SPN fandom is better than the FBI, CIA, and all the other alphabet boys combined, just maybe, Mark Sheppard isn’t confirmed for season 13 because we’d know. Maybe, now bare with me, just maybe, they haven’t done anything that we can follow or look at and be like “we knew it”. Maybe they actually want to keep something a secret for once. I know it’s a reach. Read the first three sentences. But, I can hope.

felonous  asked:

LUST. -Who does your muse find attractive?

“Are we talking ‘who’ specifically, or just a bunch of traits I’m into? I mean, in theory I like certain jawlines and shoulders and, you know, pretty eyes and a great ass or what have you, but it’s all pretty broad in practice. And some guys are really great to look at, but then you talk to them and it’s just like…I could not be any less hard right now.

Specific names I could maybe do?

I mean, there’s Dicenne (( @dicenne )), who’s just…smoking hot on the Tarts stage and everything. You really can’t avoid lapsing into terrible pun territory when it comes to this guy, can you? 

And there’s of course Sae (( @saeil-moonblade )), who I can personally attest to being ~super-fucking-hot~ as well.  Also a fire dancer- yes, pun also intended, and there’s nothing you can do about it~.

Let’s see… I’ve hung around a couple guys recently who are kind of friends, but who I’d ~probably-definitely~ also make out with, if I’m being completely honest. Like Aerden (( @aerdendios )), who I bet secretly hates being ‘adorable’, but should completely own it instead. Khidell (( @kid-sparrow )) is also kind of this massive thistle-head, but in the most endearing way possible.

Oh yeah, and there is this older guy, lives sort of in my area, that I’ve seen around and chatted with a little bit, but… fuck. Sort of a ‘going to grab another smoke on the balcony and enjoy the view’ kind of guy.”

((Thanks, @felonous!))

anonymous asked:

Pictures can be misleading though, can't they? Maybe if you saw the whole scene, Simon is actually not smiling at Raphael, but the picture is one moment, quick shot so it looks like he is. I do hope Simon is actually smiling at Raphael though...

Very true, we won’t know what’s actually happening until the episode is aired but for now I’ll happily ignore canon and let these boys be soft and in love. 

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My heart is pierced by Cupid;

I disdain all glittering gold.

There is nothing can console me

But my jolly sailor bold.
___

I’m trying to fight my art block and I received some lovely suggestions I’m going to draw.

Mer!Hanzo and Pirate!McCree was one of these.
@rebeza and @finchworks are my inspirations and I look up to their designs and AUs ‘cause wow.

Have you ever seen a prettier Hanzo?

*internal Scooby monologue*

“Hey. Gang. Hey. Look at this.”

“No, over here. Look. Seriously.”

“See? It’s the Scooby Snacks that we need to touch to escape this virtual world. Same as all the previous levels.”

“Grab it, and we’re done here. Just grab it.”

“No, seriously, I don’t have opposable thumbs, it’s way harder for me. Could one of you just–… wait, what are you looking at?”

“Oh. A shark way off in the distance. Cool. I guess the whole gang can hear long-distance sharks underwater now.”

“You know It’s like 30 feet away, right? Just grab the Scooby Snacks and we’ll be teleported out of here.”

“I… what are you doing? You can literally just– oh, for the love of….”

“FINE! Fine. Here, I got them. Now we’ll fade away, and teleport to safety at the last possible second.”

“Sheesh. If you want some done right, you have to Scooby-Dooby-do it yourself.”

look i know this may be hard to hear but drag belongs to the LGBTQ+ community, no one else. it’s not for 14 year old straight girls who think they somehow belong in the queer community because they find some drag queens hot. and now i’m seeing so many of y’all getting butthurt about Trixie saying she didn’t start doing drag to fraternize with children, but guess what? she literally didn’t. and those of y’all acting like you’re the reason she’s making money are mostly underage and unable to actually go to her shows, where she makes her living. y’all following her on twitter, blogging about her on tumblr, and buying some of her merch ain’t doing shit. 

and i’m guessing if she’s used that “joke” so many times it’s probably because it isn’t a joke. and the other half of y’all trying to act like you know everything about drag have been watching drag race for what 2-3 seasons?? have never been to a drag show, only know of drag queens who have been on drag race, and only stan queens you find hot out of drag. 

the straight people in this community/fandom are always the ones i see be the most vocal which is absolutely insane to me. some of y’all should just keep blogging about your favorite queen and stay silent some times. it’s not always necessary to add the input of a straight teenaged girl. 

squint at where you’re from

oops sometimes you gotta

spoilers for 413, bellamy/clarke, 1600 words, gen. AO3!


Even though it’s not really the same as coming down in the first time, Bellamy still has this strange sense of deja vu as he looks at the door. The ship is smaller, he has fewer people with him, he feels both more and less sure of what he’ll find. They tried to hit the only spot of green they could see, but the controls are a mess, so he’s not sure they got to it. The whole fucking ship is a mess, built out of whatever scrap they could salvage. Even with six years to perfect it, the thing is still held together with spit and prayer, according to Raven.

But it got them to the ground. They’re back.

“Just open the fucking door!” says Raven, and Bellamy lets out a long breath and finally hits the release.

He knows what he’s hoping for: clean air, plants, blue sky. And he gets all of those.

He just also gets a girl, maybe ten or eleven, with brown hair in braids, pointing a gun at him. Which is honestly fairly encouraging; someone survived, and they have firearms. So she probably came out of the bunker.

He puts his hands up on reflex.

“Hey, uh–we come in peace,” he tries, and then says it again in Trig, for good measure. He doesn’t recognize her, but that doesn’t mean anything. She could be from another clan; there are plenty of them he doesn’t know. Or–his heart trips on the thought–she could be a nightblood. She could have survived because of that, and if she survived–

The girl pulls her gun back and looks at him critically. “Are you Bellamy Blake?”

He blinks a few times. “Um, yeah. I’m Bellamy Blake.”

“Really?”

She sounds skeptical, which doesn’t make any fucking sense. She’s the one who brought it up. There’s no reason for her not to believe him.

“Yeah, really. Did you come out of the bunker? Is my sister with you? Octavia?”

You’re Bellamy?” she says, like she didn’t hear him. She’s making a face like something smells odd. “I thought you’d be taller.”

Taller?” he asks.

Raven pokes her head out. “It’s been five minutes and you’re already being held at gunpoint? You sure have a way with people, Bellamy.”

“Look, we don’t want to hurt you,” he tells the girl. “Just–”

“I know,” she says. “You just want to see Clarke.”

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Why does everything turn into wolfstar smut?

Originally posted by maria-tries

  • Maybe some time around the age of 16 Remus’s transformations stop leaving him weak and hollow
  • In fact, they start to have the opposite effect 
  • Not that Remus notices; as usual his brilliant mind is always quietly occupied
  • But Sirius notices
  • Merlin Sirius notices
  • It starts with his shoulders, he can’t help but eye the way they sit a little broader when Remus stands up straight 
  • Then it’s his forearms, Sirius can see the tendons stand out a little when Remus lies on the sofa and holds his book above his head. 
  • After the next full moon, it’s his biceps - they start pushing against his shirt when he leans over his potions essay, and Sirius’s mouth all but drops to the floor
  • Suddenly it’s hard to be around Remus, literally, without feeling a tightness growing in his trousers
  • The boys sit opposite each other in the library for hours, an endless pile of homework and exam prep leaving them caught in a dizzying cycle of work, eat, sleep
  • They all need some relief, but fuck Sirius needs a very specific kind of relief
  • Exams are so close, and he has to focus, but just a look at Remus could flick a switch in his body
  • Even his hands, somehow his hands look bigger, stronger
  • Sirius starts biting down hard on his lip each time his eyes drift to his boyfriend in class, or the library, or the common room (okay, just about everywhere)
  • But after half a day his bottom lip becomes red and puffy
  • Instead Sirius finds himself disappearing to the toilets to splash cold water on his face more often than he’d like to admit
  • When Remus’s arm winds protectively around him as they walk down a busy corridor, he has to bite back a whine
  • And when Remus strolls out of the shower one morning, a towel slung low around his hips, Sirius just sits and stares 
  • Because his chest, Christ his chest has transformed
  • And it was all Sirius could do not to go over there and beg Remus to deal with his painfully hard arousal, right there in front of James and Peter
  • And when Remus caught him, eyes roving greedily across his bare skin and freshly tousled hair, he just stared right back and winked
  • Sirius rolled over in bed and bit down so hard on his pillow he could have torn it apart
  • This day was particularly torturous, and it didn’t help that the summer heat had Remus loosening the top few buttons of his shirt
  • Or that, in transfiguration, his hand had been resting high on Sirius’s thigh the whole time Frank was explaining petrification. 
  • Or that, as they walked to the library, Remus slid Sirius’s bag from his shoulder and slung it easily across his own, winding an arm around his waist 
  • By time they sat down Sirius was almost at breaking point, his frustration had his heart beating overtime and his head cloudy 
  • He cast his eyes down, trying desperately to ignore his boyfriend’s newly broadened shoulders, or his tight, hard chest
  • Or the way his arms looked when he stretched out like that, fuck
  • Sirius’s chair scraped loudly against the floor as he stood up, muttering half an excuse about the bathroom 
  • He didn’t feel connected to his feet as they carried him through the library, eyebrows furrowed and head fuzzy
  • He didn’t notice Remus until his fingers were locked around his wrists, and his whole body tugged sideways
  • Sirius’s soft moan of surprise was muffled by Remus’s lips, which collided with his before he could even gather his surroundings
  • Remus’s hand travelled to Sirius’s neck, his thumb pressing gently into the soft skin, while his other grasped at his hips
  • Sirius thought his legs would give way at any moment 
  • Just as abruptly as it began, Remus drew away, focusing his burning eyes on Sirius
  • “You keep disappearing.” He murmured “And you won’t look at me.”
  • He pressed a thumb to Sirius’s puffy bottom lip “You’re not telling me something Sirius.”
  • Again, Remus’s hand slid back to Sirius’s neck, a gentle pressure aiding the fuzzy euphoria Sirius felt at his touch
  • Tell me.” He growled. 
  • When his face blurred back into view, an almost delirious Sirius saw Remus’s expression harden
  • “I can take it.” He said, lowly
  • Sirius frowned, still breathless, resisting the urge to buck his hips into Remus’s warm, gorgeous body 
  • “It’s you.” He murmured, looking down
  • Suddenly, inexplicably, he felt ashamed
  • “You’ve changed and I can’t - I can’t cope. It’s not that I didn’t like you before, I love you whatever you - what ever you look like - and you were always gorgeous, but now you’re just, you’re just kind of perfect and it’s just” Remus’s proximity making Sirius almost incoherent.
  • “…it’s just your shoulders got bigger, and your arms, and I can’t stop, I can’t focus and I know you just want to work and there’s no time for it so I was trying not to bother you but fuck Remus.”
  • “What?” Remus’s hand tilted Sirius’s chin up, forcing him to meet his confused gaze. 
  • Sirius shuttered under his boyfriend’s newly bulky frame
  • “You’re not…” Remus frowned. “I thought you liked someone else.”
  • Sirius nearly choked. “What?” He spluttered.  
  • “Remus” He snapped, taking control and pushing himself closer to the boy. “I can’t focus on anything but you. I can’t study, I can’t sleep, I can’t look at you in class without…” Sirius groaned and pushed his hips against Remus, using his hard arousal to illustrate his point. 
  • Sirius pressed frantic kisses into to the soft skin on Remus’s neck. “And when you came out of the shower today…”
  • Sirius’s sentence ended in a gasp as his back hit a smooth, cool wall. Remus’s warm mouth was at his neck, his hands pressing down his sides, their bodies flush against each other
  • “Why didn’t you tell me?” Remus growled. “Why didn’t you let me help you?”
  • Sirius only moaned in response as Remus’s thigh found its way between his legs, pressing teasingly against him
  • “Sirius.” Remus growled again. “Why?”
  • “You were…busy.” Sirius groaned, feeling Remus grip his chin. 
  • “Look at me.” Remus ordered, his eyes burning. “I am never too busy for you, Sirius Black.”
  • Sirius looked at his boyfriend, panting. His hips bucked into Remus, and he tried to connect their lips again, but he felt a strong hand push him back, denying him.
  • “Now, say it back to me.” Ordered Remus. “I’m never too busy to fuck you, say it back.”
  • Sirius shuttered, Remus telling him what to do was just, fuck
  • “You’re never too busy to fuck me.” Sirius’s need was turning his voice into a desperate whine, but Remus didn’t move.
  • His eyes burned into Sirius’s, and his voice was low and threatening. “Next time you need me, you’re going to tell me, okay? You’re going to say: ‘Remus, I need you to fuck me now.’ And I’m then going to fuck you, okay?” 
  • Sirius’s eyes almost rolled upwards, his whole body was trembling.
  • “Remus,” Sirius managed to whisper, somewhat calmly. “I need you to fuck me now.”
  • Sirius shuttered as he felt Remus grip the back of his thighs, easily lifting Sirius up and pressing him against the wall, his legs now hooked around his waist.
  • “Good boy.” Remus whispered.
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I wanna be your man, Mylene. I know you like me. I like you so much, I can’t hardly breathe. I like you so much, I feel like I got thunder and lightning inside of me. You make me nervous. But you also make me calm. Real calm. Calm almost like how God must be calm, you know, Mylene? Calm from loving. I love you. Mylene, I love you. What do you think about that? I don’t mean to be conceited or nothing. You know I’m not like that anyway. But if you see how you’re looking at me right now, that ain’t the look of someone who don’t like someone. So, come on. What do you say? Hm?

Our 5e group was at the end of a session set in the Underdark where we had to escape slavery and kill the evil Drow matriarch, and we went on a short quest to murder the guy who sold us and an entire ship full of enslaved folks out to her for money. Afterwards, we went around freeing all the remaining slaves, and the half-orc fighter (hermit background, reclusive) was trying to prompt a slave rebellion.

Fighter: I stand up and spread my arms to get everyone’s attention, and, I get stage fright so I look at Trejo.
DM: *laughter* Okay?
Warlock: Um, I… I don’t wanna—
Fighter: I put him on my shoulders.
DM: Okay, sure. You’re strong enough.
Warlock: I… I look at Sophia.
Rogue: What, why me?! Um, okay, I… um… “You are all strong, and can free yourselves from your shackles, I—what do I say??”
Warlock: I put her on my shoulders.
DM: *laughing* Okay??
Fighter: Is—is this performance, or persuasion now? Acrobatics—?
Warlock: Say something!
Rogue: Like what?? I have terrible Charisma!
Fighter: *jokingly* Okay, I’ll take over, I get on Sophia’s shoulders—wait, shit!
Table: *laughter*
DM: Jump glitch! Inception!!
Warlock: She looks at Hunter.
Rogue: I look at Hunter.
Battlemaster: Okay, I, I get on Sophia’s shoulders.
Table: *laughter*
Fighter: I’ll go ahead and make that strength check—19 plus 4, 23.
DM: You’re good—all the slaves are looking up at you like “What?? Is happening??” Like they just saw you kill their captor and they just have a ship now, they’re not sure what to do.
Battlemaster: I um—I give a little speech, “Alone we may not be strong, but together we can all be free again, and rid the world of suffering!” Or something. Yeah.
Fighter: We’re a person pillar, what is even happening.
DM: I don’t know anymore, but I’m loving it. I—the session was over when you killed the matriarch twenty minutes ago, guys, why are you even doing this? You’re free, you can just leave.
Fighter: *slamming fists on the table and chanting* Re-vo-lu-tion, re-vo-lu-tion—!

(Flash Talk) Camila arrive at LAX airport and Lauren is waiting for her...
  • Camila: What are you doing here?
  • Lauren: Well... I heard that you have some questions and I think I have some answers.
  • Camila: Lauren...
  • Lauren: Oh, this is Leo by the way. He was crazy to know you.
  • Look, Leo... how beautiful she is. I think he likes you.
  • Camila: Lauren... we can't do this again.
  • Lauren: Can you just listen to what I have to say?
  • Camila: I... I can't. I'm sorry.... and yeah, he's adorable.
  • Lauren: Yeah, he is and I think he's in love with you already. Camila, can we talk?
  • Camila: No. Not now...
  • Lauren: So, when?
  • Camila: Lauren, there's so many things I have to process right now. I'm fine now. I'm finally fine. I need time...
  • Lauren: No, you need answers and here I am.
  • Camila: Now?? Months later?
  • Lauren: Can you at least think about us?
  • Camila: This is all I've been thinking about in the last few months.
  • Lauren: I'm sorry...
  • Camila: I have to go my mom is waiting for me.
  • Lauren: I'm waiting for you too. We are waiting for you, right Leo?
  • Camila: Lauren...bye. Bye Leo...and take care of her.
What’s up, it’s Alexei!

When Ngozi posted this picture yesterday of young post-draft Tater “trying his darnedest to answer press questions in English,” I thought, “You know, I could make a play fic out of that.” Which is what led to the following 2700+ words about Tater and his ESL tutor.

Many, many thanks to @ktheunready for being my Russian authenticity consultant and beta!


Georgia Martin stood at the back of the media scrum and watched Alexei Mashkov stumble his way through his post-draft interview, saw the way his fingers kneaded the brim of the brand-new Falconers’ cap he’d been handed for the initial official photos, saw the way his eyes widened and stayed intently glued to whoever was asking him a question, like he was afraid he’d miss some key bit of meaning if he blinked.

She pulled out her phone and made a call.

***

«No, Mama, I promise, my room is very nice. The family is very nice. Everything is very…»

«Let me guess, nice? »

Alexei sighed. «Yes.»

«You know I don’t doubt you, right, Alyosha? I’m not worried you can’t do this. You will be fine. But I know this is your first time to live in another country, with none of the boys from your teams here. It can be… hard, sometimes. I know.»

«Yeah, Mama, I know. You told me.»

«Are you telling me you’ve heard the stories of my youth too many times?» she asked in mock outrage.

«No, no!» he laughed. «Of course not.»

«Good. I should think not.» He could picture her face exactly, and it made him smile. «I’m glad your host family seems nice, Alyosha. I’m sure you will have many friends in no time.»

He flopped back on the bed again and stared at the ceiling. «I hope so.»

«We’ll talk again soon. Love you, son.»

«Love you, too.»

He hung up and let his phone rest on his chest. He’d been to America before. He’d thought he’d known what it would be like, that it wouldn’t be so bad. Different, yes, but there would be so many interesting new things to see, and new teammates, and he certainly knew how to play hockey. What he had failed to take into account, apparently, was how exhausting it was to try to function in English all day. For a US hockey team, the Falconers’ roster was shockingly low on Russian players, so his host family was one of the French Canadian ones. To their credit, they did speak some Russian, but it was hardly enough to have a real conversation. Alexei felt like he’d been practically mute all day.

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Night People

Prompt: “Can i request a smutty scenario with werewolf v in heat?”
Word Count: 5,160
Genre: Smut
Summary: Around this time of year, Taehyung always advises you to stay away from him, but there’s nothing you want more than to see what he’s like when he’s turned.
A/N: So this is a werewolf AU obviously, but I just wanted to mention that there are some “violent” parts when it gets smutty. Also I know it’s hella long and I’m sorry. Please go easy on my gentle soul.

Originally posted by jjks


3 Days

When it was around this time of year, Taehyung always said it was best to stay away from him. Though you had been friends for years, he never wanted you to see that side of him. He said he was too dangerous and that it was best for you to not see him when he wasn’t capable of controlling himself. You understood that he was trying to protect you, but a part of you had always been curious to see what he was like when he turned. You had seen all the movies and read billions of books, but you wanted to see what it was really like. Of course, you respected his decision and tried your best to silence the nagging voice in the back of your mind.

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