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#𝙷𝙾𝙻𝙳 𝙾𝙽 - 𝙿𝙾𝙿𝚂 𝙸𝚂 𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙰 𝚃𝙷𝙾𝚄𝙶𝙷𝚃. (OOC)#'tis the start of some decent time off#I am sat here w chocolate and mini cheddars. life is good#hope u are all doing well <3#right. lemme see what I can move out of the drafts and inbox
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On August 13th, 2018, at 8:20 PM, TJ Kippen performed a basketball-themed apology rap for Buffy Driscoll and completed his redemption arc. In doing so, he became a full and complete hashtag good boi and fulfilled this blog’s ridiculous destiny.
This post is scheduled to go up on August 13th, 2019, at 8:20 PM. It only feels right that I retire this blog on the one year anniversary of that moment.
Okay. It’s not that dramatic. I’m not deleting my account or logging out forever or anything. I’ll be around. I’ll check in and like some posts and hang out like the kid who graduated high school but won’t leave. He keeps coming back and acting chummy with the teachers and it’s like, doesn’t he have better stuff to do?
The point is, my queue is depleted, my drafts are empty. I don’t have a shift in fandoms planned. I don’t have anything planned. It’s time for me to turn my attention to other things and stop thinking about this show and writing about it and working on this blog.
So that’s basically the tl;dr of this whole deal. I’m going to write some rambling personal stuff so if you don’t care, which most people probably won’t, then thanks for reading and thanks for all the memories. It’s been fun.
Okay, lemme ramble. And if you’ve read this blog for a while, you’ve probably heard some of this already, but whatever, this is my goodbye post.
Way back in October of 2017, I came across a post on a website for TV news that said “Disney Channel to Feature Its First Gay Main Character in Andi Mack Season 2″. I didn’t know what Andi Mack was, and I hadn’t watched Disney Channel in well over a decade. I remembered reading about the two moms on Good Luck Charlie when it happened, but I also remembered that it was, you know, mostly nothing. A lot of controversy for what was just a quick little thing. But this headline noted that it was a Main Character. And I’m reading the article and it’s talking about how he’s going to have this journey in season two and the producers had talked to GLAAD and other groups to get it right, and I’m like, wow, this is pretty cool, this really seems like they’re putting some respect into this. (I’m also thinking about how much young, closeted me would’ve killed for something like this.)
So I set my DVR to record it not knowing what to expect. Mostly thinking it was just going to be your standard Disney Channel show: cheesy and corny and bad jokes, but I’ll catch the coming out scene and it’ll be cool to see how they handle it and that’ll probably be that.
And then I’m watching the episode and I’m like, this is... not bad? In fact, more than not bad, this is way better than it has any right to be. And then I got to the coming out scene, which was so well done, and I’m just... shocked. This is like Pixar. Like, it’s for kids, but I can watch it as an adult and pick up on themes and subtleties. This is not like the shows from my childhood. Where was this show when I was growing up?
Next thing I know I’m watching the next episode. And the next one. And I’m starting to care for these characters. I can forgive a lot of issues with plot if I care about the characters and what this show did, maybe as well as any show on television, is made you care for the characters, from top to bottom.
So now I’m watching the show regularly. At some point, I went back and binged through season one on DisneyNow. I’m in, as a casual viewer at this point at least.
And then I get to 2.11, and the swing scene happens, and I watch it wordlessly, and it ends, and I feel like I’m losing my mind. I could not believe what I just saw. I thought for sure this show was just going to have a couple of coming out scenes and that would be the end of it. Had I really just watched a scene that was hinting at a gay romance?
I wanted so badly to talk about it with someone else to see if they were seeing what I was seeing, but, as you may not be surprised to learn, none of my adult friends were watching Andi Mack. So I started looking around online. And I eventually found my way here, to this site, to the tag. And people were seeing what I was seeing. And people were excited about it, and I was like, okay, cool, I might’ve found my community.
So I started lurking around here. And I would check in after 2.12 and 2.13, and I was really starting to enjoy it. Most of the stuff I watch that I care about I’ll watch with friends or family and talk about it with them, so I never really thought being a part of a fandom would be worthwhile. Plus, I’d hear about shipping wars and other nonsense like that, and I’m like, I’m not going to make an account to argue with people over fictional characters’ relationships.
But what I was finding about this community was that it was more positive than that. There were arguments, sure. You’re going to get them in any group of people. But for the most part, people just seemed happy. They were posting theories and memes and gifs and jokes and fanfics. And they were celebrating the characters and developments. I don’t know if that’s special to the Andi Mack fandom or not, but it seemed special to me.
That’s around when I started thinking about making an account, during that hiatus between 2A and 2B. But I was like, do I want to commit to this? What’s the point of my account? What do I want to say? And at some point in the hiatus, I was checking the tag, and I saw a gifset. It was by an account, since deleted and gone, but who, at the time, was very prominent in the fandom. And the gifset was all about attacking Tyrus. It was trying to take everything nice about what had happened between TJ and Cyrus and stomp on it. Tyrus was like a little baby ship at this point. People were just starting to get into it, the numbers weren’t that big. There wasn’t even really a name for the ship back then. The Tyrus tag was mostly that professional wrestler and the CJ tag was even worse. And this account had decided they were going to use their platform to try and make this small group of people in the fandom feel bad about liking their ship. I just remember thinking, why? Why be like that? It just seemed so unnecessary. And for the briefest of moments, I thought, okay, maybe I’ll make an account to be a troll and argue this stuff. And then I was like, nah, that’s just going to make the tag worse. When you see someone trying to ruin things for other people, you can give them attention and power, or you can just do your own thing.
So what I decided to do instead was to make an account that would add to the positivity I had been seeing. To just be one of the many voices doing fun stuff to drown out the bad. I could put out dumb posts to hopefully make people laugh, or eventually start writing recaps to give people something to do after watching the episode. There wasn’t really any bigger goal than that. Kill some time while celebrating the show and making the tag a more fun place, if only incrementally.
I’d like to think I did that. That I haven’t written or made too many things that have bummed people out and that most of my posts have hopefully made things better for people who wanted to hang out on here and talk about the show.
That’s all. At the end of everything, that was all. Just try to leave a net-positive wherever you go.
So that’s why I joined tumblr. Here’s why I stayed.
I am an unemployed writer. I’m an employed something else, but I would like to be an employed writer and I am currently not. And what that really means is I’m an unread writer. It means I write stuff and I try to convince people to read it and buy it, but most of the time they don’t. Most of the time, my stuff sits around waiting and hoping to be read. And when that’s the case, you can start to feel doubt.
What I didn’t realize when I started this account was that I would also be getting positivity back. I mean, I probably should have. It was the whole reason I started this, because I liked the positivity here. I guess I just didn’t expect it to be returned to me.
But it has. It has tremendously. Just writing this silly stuff that I do and putting it out there and getting feedback on it has meant so much to me. People saying something I’ve written is funny or interesting or just saying that they enjoyed it is such a confidence boost. You feel like, okay, people like my jokes or the way I think or whatever. There’s an audience for me somewhere. People who will get me. I just need to stick with it.
That’s what you all have been for me this last year and a half. More than just making this a fun place to share our love of this show, you’ve made this a place for me to feel seen.
I try not to tie too much of my self-esteem to the amount of interaction my posts get. (Seriously, don’t do that, it can be really unhealthy. I’m like, if a post flops, it flops. No biggie. Move on to the next one.) But every note I do get on something I’ve written lets me know I’ve done something right. The reblogs, the likes, the follows, the nice messages in my inbox, the comments on the posts. Any of it. All of it. It lets me know I’ve been read. It makes me feel like I’ve made a connection. And that means the world to me.
So thank you, to any and all of you who participated in this thing with me. Thank you for reading. Thank you for being a part of my experience on here. Thank you for being so cool that I wanted to join your group in the first place and thank you for being so great afterwards that I’m eternally happy I did.
It’s meant more to me than you could possibly know.
Keep the positivity.
- Jay
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3 Billion Dollars [Part 11] - G Dragon Mafia!AU
Summary: When your father owes 3 billion dollars to the mafia, he must repay his debt. Although things don’t exactly go the way he hoped.
Genre: idk for this one honestly. angst?
Warning: swearing, graphic imagery, probably incorrect medical stuff, mentions of blood, my writing in general
{part 1} {part 2} {part 3} {part 4} {part 5} {part 6} {part 7} {part 8} {part 9} {part 10} {part 11} {part 12} {part 13} {part 14} {part 15} {part 16} {part 17} {part 18} {part 19} {part 20} {part 21} {part 22} {part 23}
A/N: I’m so sorry. So much stuff happened this weekend and I got barely any writing done. I swear I’ll work on more stuff I promise. I have a few request I’m working on and will hopefully be posted this week. I also have a very rough draft of like two series so yeah. I’m sorry my life’s a mess. Enjoy! Please leave me stuff in my inbox I love getting things! I kinda really need some motivation to finish my last few scenarios.
~ Admin Brooklyn
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You rushed to Ji Yong’s side, kneeling down over him. He groaned on the floor, blood pooling out of his arm. The boys quickly surrounded him. You put your hands on him, lightly holding him down too quickly look at the wound. Ji Yong clutched his shoulder, putting pressure on it as he groaned and shouted out in pain.
“Ji Yong move your arm,” you say, trying to pry his hand away from his shoulder. He glared at you, his grip on his shoulder getting tighter.
“I don’t know if you can fucking tell, but I just FUCKING GOT SHOT. NO THANKS TO YOUR FUCKING EX BOYFRIEND,” he yelled. You rolled your eyes and continued to try to pry his hands away.
“If you didn’t know, I went to medical school,” you say, pulling his arm. He shouted out in pain and you rolled your eyes. “So shut up, let go of your arm, and let me fucking heal you.”
“Ji come on,” Youngbae said. Frowning at his leader's stubbornness. He looked at Daesung and Seunghyun. “You two go and find the doctor. Make sure everyone is okay.”
Seunghyun and Daesung nod their heads and give Ji Yong one last glance before leaving. Ji Yong continues to groan on the floor, clutching his shoulder. You rolled your eyes.
“JI YONG I SWEAR TO GOD YOU ARE GONNA BLEED OUT, STOP BEING A DRAMA QUEEN AND LEMME LOOK AT IT,” you practically shout. He glares at you, only to be met by a harsh one of your own. He starts pouting, and slowly he released his tight grip. His hand is still in the way though. You go to move it and his grip returns.
“Promise you won’t hurt it anymore,” Ji Yong says sheepishly. You roll your eyes as the other two boys snicker. You sigh and nod your head, knowing that without any meds it’ll hurt like a bitch. Ji Yong takes his hand off of his shoulder and you move closer to his shoulder.
“Seungri, go get the nearest first aid kit,” you say. He nods his head and gets up. You grab his hand before he can leave. “Make sure there’s a sewing kit in there and find a lighter.”
“He’ll need stitches?” Seungri asked. You nodded your head. You lightly tugged at Ji Yong’s shirt, trying to get a better look at his wound. Seungri left leaving you and Youngbae to look over Ji Yong. You lightly touched the bullet wound and Ji Yong groaned out. His hand reached out and gripped yours tightly.
“YOU SAID-” “DOES IT LOOK LIKE I CARE ABOUT A STUPID PROMISE WHEN YOU ARE ALMOST BLEEDING OUT,” you shouted. He glared at you. Youngbae gabbed Ji Yong’s hand and pried it off of your wrist. You looked at the wound once more before going to touch it.
“Hold him down,” you muttered. Youngbae nodded his head and grabbed his other shoulder and his chest, lightly pushing down. You touched the open flesh and he hissed out in pain. You give him a sympathetic look and return back to studying the damage. “Thank god the bullet isn’t too far in, I can get it out and he’ll need stitches.”
“Where the fuck is Seungri?” Youngbae muttered.
“I got it!” You turned over your shoulder to see a boy running down the hall carrying a white box. He sat down next to you, opening the box. Your hands left Ji Yong and nimbly navigated its way around the messy supplies. The boys watched as you pulled out scissors, the needle and thread that Seungri brought, tweezers, and a bunch of gauzes. You furrow your eyebrows, confusion filling your face.
“Where’s the lighter?” You ask, looking up at Seungri. He frowned and looked in the first aid kit.
“It’s not in here?” Seungri said, digging through the box as well.
“I have one in my front left pocket,” Ji Yong says, groaning at the end of the sentence. You mention for Seungri to grab it but he puts his hands up.
“That is too close to his junk for my comfort,” he states cause you to roll your eyes. You reach over Seungri and go for Ji Yong’s pants. You slip your hand into his pocket, trying to ignore your cheeks heating up. You quickly grab the lighter and slip your hands out of his pocket. Seungri smirks as quickly set down the lighter.
“Now what?” Youngbae asks, the pool of blood increasing. You cut his shirt around his bullet wound, giving you more access to it. You grab the tweezers and get ready to pull out the bullet.
“Hold him down,” you say. Seungri and Youngbae immediately go towards his chest and his remaining shoulder. You give Ji Yong a sympathetic look. “This is gonna hurt.”
“MOTHER FUCKER!” A string of curse words leaves his mouth as you try to dig your way towards the bullet. Ji Yong squirmed as you tried to grab the bullet, the tweezers moving inside of his skin. You were less than a centimeter away from the bullet when Ji Yong moved it away.
“Ji Yong stop moving,”
“I’M SORRY BUT THE WOUND YOUR FUCKING BOYFRIEND GAVE ME FUCKING HURTS”
“I know but I have to take it out”
“FUCKING SHIT,” you quickly focused once again. You went into his wound again, aiming for the bullet.
“FUCKING HELL I AM GOING TO KILL THAT SON OF A BITCH,”
“Hold still,” you say. Your eyebrows creased together as you carefully put light pressure on the tweezers. Ji Yong shouted out curse words again, a new combination, still containing ‘fuck’ at least once in a variation. You smile as you pull your tweezers out. The room became quiet. The only sound was from Ji Yong’s heavy breathing and the small clinking sound of the bloodied bullet hitting the hard floor.
“God I hate your boyfriend,” Ji Yong muttered. You rolled your eyes and scoff. You grab a few gauze, pouring rubbing alcohol onto the small pad before placing it on his skin.
“He’s not my boyfriend,” you say as he hisses out in pain. You wipe away the blood grabbing a fresh clean one and repeating the process.
“Sorry, ex-boyfriend,” Ji Yong growled. You had Youngbae hold the gauze, applying light pressure. You gave Seungri the task of helping you with preparing the needle and thread. He strung the thread through the needle and tied a knot.
“We never dated,” you muttered. Ji Yong stared up at you, his eyes narrowed as he studied your face. You lit the lighter and held the needle against it, heating it up so it can go through the skin easier.
“Did you fuck him?” You didn’t answer, closing the lighter. You gestured for Youngbae and Seungri to hold him down as you pushed the needle through him. Ji Yong’s face contorted in pain as you pushed it through his skin and into the other side of the open wound. He groaned as you pushed the needle through the other side and pulled the open skin together. He frowned as he realized you never answered his question.
“You didn’t answer (Y/N). Did you fuck him?” You glared at him.
“Why would it matter?”
“I don’t know if you were here princess, BUT HE FUCKING KILLED 15 PEOPLE AND SHOT ME.” Ji Yong shouted at you. You face started to heat up, pent up anger and grief adding to your current frustration. You glared at his wound as you tied the knot of the first stitch. It was at the highest point in his open wound, and by the looks of it, he’ll need three-to-four more. Ji Yong let out a dry sarcastic chuckle.
“You don’t have to answer sweetheart. I got my answer. You used to fuck him back in your college days. I’m gonna guess friends with benefits relationship that you stopped because he grew feelings for you. Am I right?” He said. You glared at him. Ji Yong smirked, anger hidden behind his expression. Seungri eyed you two cautiously. Ji Yong opened his mouth, continuing his little rant. “Look at that princess, the boy you fucked turned into a murder. How does that feel?”
“Well, you have dick to say! You only befriended me because your daddy said so. You’ve been killing since you were fifteen, and I’m more than sure that with all the hookers and strippers you allow in here you’ve been fucking people who have more STD’s than I have fingers. Do you even want to start to talk about hurting people I care about? BECAUSE YOU FUCKING KILLED MY BROTHER AND YOUR DAD KILLED MY MOTHER! HOW IS THAT ACCEPTABLE?!”
Daesung and Seunghyun watched from a distance as tears streamed down your face. Ji Yong stared back at you with a blank face. You shook your head and rolled your eyes. You looked back down at his wound, finishing his stitches. You lit the lighter one more time and heated up the needle. A crease was formed on your forehead as you concentrated. You pulled the needle through his skin again, resulting in a grunt of pain from Ji Yong.
“I thought you knew why it happened,” he muttered. You scoffed quietly, still concentrating on the second stitch. Pulling the needle through the skin on the other side of the wound and tying a knot.
“That doesn’t mean I have to accept what you did, or why you never told me.” Seungri glanced at Youngbae. Both men seemed to sit back and watch the awkward, yet a little entertaining situation. Once again, you pushed the needle through his skin and pulled it through the open skin on the other side. You pulled it together by tying a knot.
“You don’t call me oppa,” he said, wincing slightly.
“People earn titles,” you say starting one more final stitch.
“So roughly twenty years of friendship doesn’t matter,” Ji Yong said, wincing once again as you pulled the needle through his skin. You rolled your eyes and tie the final knot.
“Should it as you’re yelling at me when I’m trying to help you? Or, I don’t know, as you mock me for past relationships when the only way for you to get off is if the girl walks around with no clothes and is open to anything as long as she gets paid.” You shoot back. It shuts him up long enough for you to take on a makeshift band-aid. You get up from the floor. Seungri and Youngbae help Ji Yong up, Ji Yong wrapping his good arm around Seungri for support. You clean up your mess as best as you could, the blood-stained gauze now staining your hands.
“The doctor’s been shot,” Seunghyun says, coming up behind you. You turn around and face Daesung and Seunghyun. Daesung smiles sadly at you, which you half-heartedly return. Ji Yong’s face is stern as his gaze leaves you and moves onto Seunghyun.
“We’re pretty sure someone gave up info about,” you frowned at Dae’s words and looked back towards Ji Yong. He needed rest, nobody can recover from a bullet wound easily. Ji Yong groans as he leans off of Seungri.
“We need to do something,” Ji Yong started. You raised your eyebrow questioning him.
“I’m sorry, but you made it pretty fucking clear that you got shot,” you say. Seungri smiles, lightly chuckling. “You aren’t gonna do anything but lay in bed. Understand?”
“Princess I don’t think you understand where you are, I make the rules here. I’m in charge I mak-”
“Which one of us went to medical school?”
“You but-”
“Which one of us is shot?”
“Me obviously, but still-”
“Who do you think gets a say in what you do or don’t do when you’re shot?” The boys laugh as Ji Yong tries to shrink in his shirt. He glares at you, but his gaze softens when your dried tear stains remind him of the past ten minutes.
“Fine, but I’m still working.” You shrug and cross your arms, making sure to keep the blood away from your outfit, although it’s already too late for the bottom half of your outfit.
“You are also gonna stay in your room,” he finished. You looked up at him shocked. He smirks. “I know that the maknae takes you out at times, so does Dad. I’m shutting it down unless they get approval from me. Understand?”
You glare at him, catching the sight of his bloody shirt and the dead bodies on the ground. You sigh and nod your head. Seeming content in your small response Ji Yong nodded his head. He looked at you softly, Seungri no longer holding him up.
“Do you want me to-”
“No,” you say. You shake your head. “I’m gonna go get ice cream and head back up to my room.”
“Okay,” Ji Yong said. A moment of silence settled in, a bit awkward for the boys but it didn’t feel too awkward for you. He gave you a look of reassurance, regret, and guilt. You gave him an almost blank one, only containing small traces of brokenness and loss. “Seungri go with her.”
Seungri nodded his head and left Ji Yong’s side. He placed a hand on your lower back and guided you towards the kitchen. You left the bloodied lobby passing people who gave you looks. You didn’t look at them though, too focused on your own feelings. Obviously, you were mad. Ji Yong had no right to say that about Flynn when he’s done worse. That being said, Ji Yong was right, Flynn probably shouldn’t be your most trusted person at the moment.
You opened the fridge and dug through its contents until you found an unopened pint of ice cream. Seungri goes to grab you a bowl, but you stop. Him he looks at you confused as you shake your head. You make your way towards the utensil drawer and pulled out a spoon. He laughed quietly as you made your way towards the now comforting confines of your room.
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You were sitting on your bed, Ai finding his usual spot next to your lap. You aimlessly pet him as you watch Netflix on your computer, finding a good distraction to watch. It was a good way to wind down from the events that unfolded today. Your ice cream was almost gone by now, slowly melting away in the container that rested on your lap.
A knock sounded on your door, only for it to open in the next few seconds. Mr. Kwon stepped in. He wore a crisp, clean suit and seemed to comb back his hair. He smiled at you and entered the room, closing the door behind him. He sat down across from you on the bed. Ai only sparing him a glance before going back to cuddling.
“I heard what happened. I think you’re gonna wanna know a few things about Ji Yong.”
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How To Delete Facebook Account Permanently
Are you looking for how to delete Facebook account permanently so you can go ahead and face real life hustle? There are no qualms about account deletion – – all you need is the patience to follow the steps given in the article below and I promise you that your account will be fully deleted permanently.
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2. Tap on a drop-down icon on your right side click on that Icon.
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4.After clicking on Setting you will get a page at the bottom of the page you will get a link Download a copy.
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