#31.01.2021

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31/01/2021

@Z3TIGHTROPE: @Louis_Tomlinson do you have anything you’re desperate to do when covid is over

@Louis_Tomlinson: Everything

@zniill: Which song from the album you love to play it in the car??

@Louis_Tomlinson: Maybe tomorrow - stereophonics

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Record Mirror (19.01.1985): Curt recalls that the first time he met his partner he thought he was over on a French exchange trip "because he looked foreign". "And the fact I said 'bonjour'," adds Roland deadpanly. "We kind of got on right away though, because we're, like, the same height."

'Scenes from the Big Chair' (1985), dir. Nigel Dick:

Breakfast with the Arts (2004):

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interview 1985: <...> “but I had a friend who was a bass player in this kid’s group. One day he told me a friend of his had been fighting with an Indian guy. I got confused, I thought the friend was the Indian guy. I wanted to meet him. It turned out to be Curt, who thought I was French, for some reason. But I really liked him.” Rockonteurs podcast, se1ep22 (31.01.2021): <...> we walked up a couple of flights, we knocked on the door, and I saw Curt for the first time in my life. And he wasn't allowed out because he'd been in a fight and he'd knocked someone down the stairs. So it was like, that was my initial meeting. I thought, well, this is obviously a guy I need to steer clear of. I was like, you know, I was very conscientious, good at school, A-student. And here was, you know, a wuffian [ruffian]! So, you know, that's how we met. Rockonteurs podcast, se2ep1, (09.01.2022): — Guy, do you remember how Roland said when he first met Curt, he was scared of him? — Yes! CS: As you should be! — Yeah, because I'm wondering what your, how your sort of family background was like, because the house he grew up in sounded extraordinary. — Yeah, and he said that you came to the door, he was introduced to you by a friend, and you came to the door, you'd been grounded for beating someone up, and he was scared of you. CS: Yeah, for throwing someone down a flight of stairs, actually. — We laugh now. CS: I wasn't a very nice child. But having said that... — Did he have it coming? CS: He did. He definitely did. But I think it was... I mean, I grew up on a council estate, you know, albeit in Bath, so hardly, you know, the worst council estate in England. But you end up getting in fights to stop people picking on you. You know, that was a part of growing up on a council estate, I think. So yeah, my thoughts of Roland, I don't really know. I mean, he seemed, after we met that one time and then I found out about his family background and everything else, it seemed, you know, very kind of, yeah, the antithesis of my family, I guess. — So what was yours? CS: Well, mine was completely 100% working class. You know, my father was a waiter. My mother worked in boots. — That was a lyric right there. It sounded like a Chris Diffen. CS: And, and, you know, his mother was, um, you know, I mean, they lived on a council estate as well when he was growing up. — But they were theatricals. CS: She was theatrical. He, I mean, he was a weird French philosopher, you know, I mean, he was batshit crazy, but, uh, but in a, in a, to me in a fascinating way. You know, it was all very different to my upbringing. I mean, his parents were kind of nuts, as mine were, but in a very different way. You know, his mother was highly intelligent and his father was this kind of wacky French philosopher. — There was a kindred spirit there, was there? Somehow that you saw in each other? CS: Yeah. Song Exploader podcast, Ep. 292: Tears for Fears "Everybody Wants to Rule the World" (07.05.2025): CS: Well, we first met at the door of my apartment flat in Bath. RO: Snow Hill, yeah. CS: In Snow Hill, which is a council estate. So I guess in America, you call them the projects. And I was grounded for getting in a fight. Int.: How old were you? CS: 14, maybe? RO: 14. CS: 14, I think. Roland came with a mutual friend. He was at a different school than I was in Bath. RO: When I met Curt, I thought, well, as he said, he was grounded. And I thought, who the hell is this hooligan? You know, so I was a little bit wary of him, while at the same time kind of fascinated. Same as now, really.

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I was gone for a few days because I took a bath

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2021

Я только сейчас начала осознавать, насколько же быстро летит время и как сильно перевернет мою жизнь этот год... честно, от этих мыслей мне стало не по себе, поэтому я решила поделиться ими здесь.

Через 4 месяца я заканчиваю школу. Господи, 11 лет прошли так незаметно. И экзамены становятся все ближе, с каждым днем становится все страшнее из-за этого, ибо я совршенно к ним не готова, в первую очередь морально.

Ровно 10 лет назад ушел из жизни очень дорогой мне человек. И все эти годы, клянусь, не было ни одного дня, когда бы я не вспомнила о нем. Кажется, будто это было только вчера...

Со дня, когда я впервые попробовала сигареты прошло почти 4 года. Ахуеть.

Мы с лучшей подругой вместе уже 7 лет. 7 лет. Я в шоке. Столько всего мы пережили вместе, и сколько нам еще предстоит.

Уже летом мне исполнится 18. Такое ощущение, будто совсем недавно я мечтала об этом дне, ибо вмиг откроется столько возможностей. Это было 5 лет назад...

Скоро будет ровно год со дня моего первого поцелуя, но я все еще помню его в деталях.

Буквально недавно я содрогалась от мысли, что плохо напишу ОГЭ, но сейчас мне кажется это таким пустяком.

И я могу написать еще сотню подобных мини-историй, но это пугает меня. Время уходит слишком быстро, поэтому ловите каждый момент, я очень стараюсь делать то же.

[the-epic-ellens-diary]

Ok. Im that much annoying? Really, I need to know because this is killing me slowly.

I just wanted a healthy friend relationship, I know people have their own shit to get through, but every FREAKING time I want to say something I have to think 10 times before I do.

And when I do they couldn't care less. This is NOT the way. I'm in pain and I dont think this is ever gonna change.

Maybe I was born to be that shitty crazy boring girl that are NEVER the one people choose first.

[onapsychward]

I did something incredibly stupid

I shared a joint with my friend. I didn't realise until I got back to my mum's and she asked "taken anything?" and the next questions were "you shared a joint? While covid is going on?" and I immediately realised.

I'm really not very good at this shit. My epilepsy meds kill my memory, apparently to the point sharing a joint doesn't make me think. I feel so bad.

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Winter Landscape, 31.01.2021

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Oliver Stark // 911 fox live Insta Story // 31.01.2021

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if it says 01/01 for u. why does it still say 2022 then. are we stuck here forever

IT’S FROM LAST YEAR HSHDHDHDHHD

So that was sent at night in the 31.01.2021 for Grizzly, but I’m 7 hours ahead so it was already 2022 here

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[angellgguk]

Bullet holes in my heart [Min Yoongi ]

warning/s, mentions of [ infidelity, oral (f.receiving), demeaning names, blood, gun play, yoongi’s kinda bipolar, toxic relationship, homicide, runaways, mentioned jimin ]

genre [ smut, angst, yandere ]

wc [ 2k (2010 hehe) ]

synopsis [ you loved the killer that was assigned to you but you couldn’t help but break his trust as a routine. but it was fine, because eventually at the end of the day you two would always find each other ]

hitman! yoongi x fem reader.

31.01.2021 [ i wrote this because i have thought of min yoongi x gun for a long time.try giving this love please ]

This was not supposed to happen, no this was far from what should have happened.

But eventually here he was, your killer in between your legs pushing out the sweetest sounds exclusively for him to heed.your fingers were threaded in his soft tuft of black hair, pulling his mouth in for more.”mhmm-yoongi, s-so good” he chuckled and pinned your waist back to the creaking mattress when it arched off from the immense pleasure, merely only from the tongue he constantly boasted about.

Min yoongi was supposed to shoot a bullet through your head years ago, never would he have imagined that he would be holding his victim's legs apart to dive his tongue in between to devour the sweet nectar.

With a heavy heart he let your clit go and pulled away with beads of saliva following but he was quick to break the string when he licked the sweet essence off his lips while staring intently at your enlarged clit and your hole clenching around, aching to be filled.”pretty” he murmured as he dropped down once again to run his tongue all the way from your taut, coveted hole to your swollen clit.

He let your thighs go as he leaned towards your face with a loose smirk hanging off his lips.you instinctively reached for his lips when he got closer.with a dark snicker he enveloped your eager edges with his own, bruised ones.

You whined and pulled him closer by the crimson stained shirt to taste your own essence, the whiskey he sipped on for dinner and the nicotine he ruined himself with.the hand that was resting next to your waist moved up to cradle your face and deepen the kiss, “too pretty” he repeated into your mouth as he pulled away to drag his kisses down to your unmarred neck and your protruding collarbones.

Your lured your bottom lip into your mouth as you watched him kiss down your healing skin.he let his hand slide back to your sopping cunt, being generous to push a metal adorned finger inside, inducing a loud moan from you.with a smile he stopped at a particular newly blossomed bruise, as red as the chrysanthemum he plucks right out from the bush opposite the apartment you two sneaked in for the time being.

Or until his karma finds him.

He ran his warm tongue over your ice cold skin, as if he wanted to suck the bruise back in.you tweaked your swollen nipple in between your fore and middle finger as he continued to pump his digit inside you, adding another occasionally only to pull it out as soon as he pushed it in. ”what would have happened if Namjoon never assigned me to you?”

You gasped and threw your head back when he thrust two more fingers inside you to pump in a motion so fast, that you heard the obscene squelching filling the room and filling your musky scent in the previously smoke and blood reeking space. You bucked your hips into him and gripped onto your breast with your mouth parted wide, letting out desperate little whimpers.he smiled against your skin and pumped his long, deserved emerald clad digits inside you. ”y-yoongi, please oh god!” he caught onto what you babbles meant but he wasn’t known to give in easily.

“Princess” he murmured as he sat back on his knees while staring down at your mumbling naked glory with his fingers still moving fast inside you to stretch you enough, “Namjoon assigned me to kill you” he curled his fingers deeper to earn a mewl from you, “that means your mine little one, not park jimin’s”

Your breathing halted at this, he knew like always he was aware of what you had done because of the insatiable lust in you. When your lover had set out to ravage another faceless man.you lived up to your name as the slut yoongi often called you as when he would backhand you for the sins he made you commit then kissed his hand’s imprint soon after..

You gulped and tried to search his onyx orbs for mercy, only ceasing when you saw that he was blind with rage.he abruptly pulled his fingers out of you and wrapped the same hand around your throat in a purposeful grip to bruise the soft skin.”you could’ve told me if you weren’t satisfied” he tightened his grip but his voice faltered.”was Jimin better than I could ever be?”

You were very well aware that the anger he was trying to showcase was laced with obvious insecurity.he gulped a thick lump in before looking deep into your eyes, “princess, was I never clear enough?”

This was when you hated him.

You loved him even when his smoke burnt your skin or when his boots stepped on your face but when he started to doubt himself enough to let you sob in guilt, you loathed him for what the feelings he gave you without consent.

He uncurled his fingers around your neck and pulled you up by your arms, kissing the blooming bruise in your neck then moving his lips up towards your cheek to peck the tears away.”I love you too much” he declared against your cheek.he closed his eyes and let his lashes to flutter against your warm skin.

“Maybe that’s why you hurt me so much” you didn’t allow him time to cry, instead sobbing yourself.you tried to wrap your arms around him and be in his safe and warm embrace.but he pushed you back down and watched your breasts jiggle as he wiped the incoming tears away from the back of his hand.

He ripped the buttons off his worn out shirt and exposed the different unhealed bruises decorating his pale skin.your blurred vision unconsciously met the black inked dragon roaring proudly over his chest. When the shirt was completely ripped off he hovered over you and tilted your neck to the side to suck noisily to create a prominent mark, he knew it was not permanent or even useful but he eventually did suck on a few more for the moment.

He didn’t know what he was supposed to do, what had Jimin not done? With busy eyes he scanned your body and let his hands roam every inch of you as if you were his beretta he was polishing for the very first time.

You whimpered and tried to shove him off you, not because you were disgusted of his rough and calloused hands on your soft skin but because you wanted him to touch you with the love and desire he emitted of everytime he put his hands on you, even when he was raged at you for once again losing his trust he still made sure to touch you with nothing else but love, the type you ached for with an open heart.

“You were so pure angel” he reminisced as he ran his sinned hands across your spine and pulled you close with his lips sucking feverishly around your areola.he gasped and almost sobbed when he pulled away, “what did I do to you?”

Your tears were flowing without a break as Yoongi’s just begun.he tried to wipe it off but it eventually came back as more.and that was why he spent almost an hour sobbing into the soft flesh of your breasts about how he had tainted your innocence, as you tried to keep your own wails in.

It felt like he was ripping another part of your sanity away when he pulled away with a bloated face.he sniffled loud and gulped another lump in as he reached behind to pull his shining weapon out of its holster.you didn’t bother flinching, it has been two years of the same routine.

He loves, you regret, he cries and you love him more.

He kept his grip tight on the wood of the gun’s grip before resting his forefinger on the trigger.he didn’t think more to press the muzzle to your perspiring forehead with the ice cold glare that had you fearing if he would actually pull the trigger one day for the times you stepped on his heart only to blow on it and do the same as a cycle.

He scoffed when he saw the lack of fear in your eyes, “you know I can kill you like this don’t you?” you smiled and closed your eyes.he dragged the cold metal down to rest it on top of your upper lips, “why do you stutter then Yoongi?, do it” his smirk came back from all those hours ago as he watched you lure another one of his prized possessions inside your mouth, until it hit the back of your throat.

With pure satisfaction he watched you gag and tear as if it was his own cock that was fucking your mouth.”I should just fucking shoot this bullet right trhough your head one day” if it wasn’t for his gun you would have laughed at his face for the ridiculous bet.killing you was neither the first or last thing in his mind, but you were aware it was not prominent enough for now.

You instantly whined when he pulled the weapon away from your mouth, a heavy string of saliva followed as he did so.he tapped the gun against your cheek before dragging it down to your Mons pubis.he let the weight carelessly rest against it as he unbuckled his belt with the same glare on your desperate self.

“Gonna give it to you so good” he promised and spread your legs wider as he released his hard cock from his briefs you almost drooled at the sight, no matter the amount of men that’s fucked you, they would never stand a chance when compared to yoongi.

He gripped the base before running his hand along his thick length, “you wouldn’t even think of another man” he hissed and hovered over you, his gun was pushed away and his cock brushed against your awaiting hole.

His grip on your jaw was hard as he forced you to look straight at him before he covered your lips with his bruised ones.you relished in the feeling for a few moments before morphing the contentment in pleasure when he pushed himself in with a grunt, muted by your own whine.

Your eyes automatically rolled to the back of your head when he thrust in deeper by second.you let your nails leave temporary scratches in his pale skin.he grabbed your wrists and pinned them next to your head as he started his favored pace.”fuck princess, you have no idea what I’m capable of are you,?” in all honesty you did.

He looked down with lust blurring his vision.he stared at your parted mouth for a few seconds before puckering his lips to let a thick glob of spit fall right against your tongue and the rest gliding down through your throat and spreading all over the red hues in your neck.

His lips hover over your own, “you won’t leave my sight ever again, would you angel?” the deep strokes of his thrusts and the genuine love in his voice had you nodding against him.even though it was a blunt lie.

But you were content because this was what love meant to the both of you, hurting constantly but craving more for the pain.he was aware that you would go to another man for your pleasure the moment he leaves the door, and you knew that another man would be bleeding and reeking in the middle of the room just like Jimin was.

But the inexplicable love between the both of you will continue, he would kill and make love to you with the blood staining your once pure body and you would savor the warm liquid, and crave for more the moment it dried.

angellggukk (2019-2021), reblogs are always longed for.

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ЕГЭ

Эти три буквы для меня, на данный момент - самый страшный кошмар.

Я сдаю экзамены по 3 предметам: русский, биология и химия. Из них я полностью готова... ни к одному. И это блять ужасно.

Я весь год хожу к репетиторам, стараюсь заниматься дома, посещаю все элективы в школе, но кажется, что я не смогу сдать даже на минимальные баллы. Да, в целом я знаю очень много. Но, как только я сажусь за решение пробных вариантов, из моей головы вылетает абсолютно все. Мне даже стыдно признаться вам, на сколько тестовых баллов я пишу пробники, коротко говоря - результат крайне плачевный.

Я просто не понимаю, почему так. Я трачу очень много времени на подготову, но в моей голове не откладывается абсолютно ничего. Я блять не понимаю, как это происходит. Что мне ��елать с этим?

Я очень устала. От давления со всех сторон: учителя, родители, репетитор - это очень угнетает. Моя уверенность в себе просто на нуле. И я даже боюсь представить, что будет со мной, если результаты действительно окажутся очень плохими.

Я понимаю, что не сдать экзамены - это такая мелочь, но блять, на сегодняшний день, для меня, как и для всех выпускников, это главная задача - написать ебучие ЕГЭ на хорошие баллы.

Я просто не вывожу. Голова совсем не работает. Хочется вздернуться. Гребаная система образования...

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DK

31.01.2021 (11:19 PM KST)

○ whoa whoa calm down mister hong~