#deleting and then reposting smh...... but it is what it is

[sukerokus]

[killsaki]

i really thought implode was a banger…. jokes on me

[princessnijireiki]

what happened w the staff wrt “scortched earth”

ok so staff has a new page @/humans where they've got a post up listing several of the current moderators for the site, some of whom linked their own tumblr blogs. user @partyjockers made an original post like "so the new staff lineup explains why mods aren't blocking actual terfs huh" & then reblogged their own post with screenshots for evidence, one of the @/humans intro post, and one of the blog of one of those mods, "jas," @/jezzuminah. all publicly visible posts.

jas is a diehard hp fan, but people paid close attention to her artwork (her art tag is linked in a pinned post at the top of her blog). she's done a lot of dramione fanart, a lot of attack on titan fanart, and ship fanart of aged up preschoolers from spy x family. of note, she also put in her header, "opinions are my own," which is typical for ppl maintaining private social media accts linked to their real professional lives, as a way to ask for or demand a free pass to be inflammatory in some way w/o facing prof'nl. repercussions.

most of the commentary I saw at that point on @partyjockers's post was like, "lol that figures," bc it's not like any of that is especially shocking to see on tumblr; it's dime a dozen in fandom circles, but funny to confirm that "yeah the employees #on here are like that too, ugh, smh. 🙄"

within ONE DAY, staff had no only entirely shut down & seemingly permabanned @partyjockers, AND copyright striked the original screenshots so they get blanked out to error pictures if you try to repost them, they also did something they've never done before + which past staff have indicated was not doable within the tumblr framework: they scrubbed every trace of the post from the site. original post, gone. THOUSANDS of reblogs, all gone. even notifications from people interacting with reblogs of the post, wiped from the activity page. like beyond twitter, where if you delete a tweet, you can still see people's responses from THEIR pages, and you can still see QRTs even if you can't see what's been retweeted... every interaction w that post was gone. @partyjockers, gone. jas just toggled off the "view top posts" feature, locked her twitter & instagram, and deleted one piece of dramione fanart that people began reblogging after that overkill response.

and NOW the scrutiny is higher than ever before, because it's all fun & games and "my opinions are my own" until one person hurts your feelings (at WORK) by pointing & saying, "harry potter fan!" ...and, vitally, they also proved @partyjockers right. they've always been able to erase the entire footprint of violent fascists, people spreading explicit hate speech, literal nazis, revenge porn distributors, doxxers, bigots who run active harassment campaigns (incl some terfs!), ppl who share EXPLICIT csa materials, gore, etc.— even pages like @communismkills just got shadowbanned, and that was after a LONG TIME being a leaking sphincter on this site.

and tumblr staff have thus far ONLY ever unleashed this big gun ONCE in the whole history of the site, to my knowledge, as a tool to take down a page that wasn't even, like, a "whistleblower" for anything that serious, but who JUST SAID, "y'all don't ban terfs (true!) & y'all hire harry potter fans (also true!)," which apparently this new staff took sooooo personally & seriously & disparagingly (lol) that they nuked a random person's page from orbit over the "insult."

and we're currently on day 2, so I'm sure more will eventually unfold, but yeah, this scorched earth tactic is genuinely batshit hostility out of nowhere, over not even mild criticism but just a literal factual observation.

[khoipyan]

keep me warm!

octavinelle with a gn!reader who makes them think that they’re in trouble, only to discover they’re just cold.

warnings; false sense of danger being given, that’s it. although, this one will be shorter than any fics i’ve written on my now deleted account! just for me to start my new blog (with the same username smh) off.

notes; to be seen as romantic. also i just noticed that azul’s is the shortest, jade is middle and floyd’s is the longest 😭 oopsie!

notes2; AUHDUFHHGH if you used to follow me, you might have to refollow me again because this is the first post on my account now. i may have accidentally deleted my blog so uhm… yeah. but first fanfic of my new account, with my other account @jeidoleech to repost any of this incase i get stupid again. that’s what happens when i stay up at night, i guess. 😭

AZUL ASHENGROTTO

it was just another peaceful day in mostro lounge, when suddenly you burst into the VIP room. it seems like you ran all the way there, because you were breathing pretty heavily, “AZULLL!”

azul jumps up from his seat, while turn floyd and jade look at you. what on earth? his face turns into one of concern, “is something wrong dear? if anything is, then i’ll—”

he’s cut off by you throwing yourself into his arms, “i’m colddd.”

…cold? you burst into the room dramatically shouting his name, and you’re cold…? he’s so confused, couldn’t you have just walked in regularly?regardless, he pats your head, “my darling, don’t you think that was a bit… much? you didn’t have to do ALL of that to get my attention— floyd, jade, stop looking at me like that, and stop laughing—!”

both of the twin eels found this situation amusing. as much as embarrassed azul is, they’ll probably never stop bothering him about it for the next few weeks. oh well, that’s expected

hey, at least you weren’t cold anymore? to azul’s expense of the tweels pestering him, of course.

JADE LEECH

“JADE! WAIT UP!”

he turned around and waited for you to catch up, surprised to see you. normally you don’t yell for his attention, so what could it be this time? has something gone wrong? he’s already starting to think of his next action—

“i’m cold. my dorm has no heat.”

ah. how unexpected. his eyes widened at the surprise, but promptly smiles at you. how cute. “why don’t you come over to my dorm then? i’ll be sure to prepare blankets and i guarantee it will be warm there. as a bonus, we can keep each other company so neither of us gets lonely.”

you stare at him, “snacks and we’ve got a deal.”

“how about a movie on my laptop as well?”

“i love you so much.”

“would you love me less if i had never offered any of this?” he’s doing it again. oh no.

you frown, “why are you like this…”

jade only gives a polite chuckle, “why not?”

FLOYD LEECH

you seemed frantic as you ran up to floyd, who was just finished his basketball game. “FLOYD! I HAVE SOMETHING I REALLY REALLYYYY IMPORTANT.”

not minding the other people watching, floyd takes a sip of his water bottle and quickly turns to you, “hmmmm~? what is it? is somebody bothering ya? i can squeeze em for you!”

“i’m cold.”

floyd only looks at you in surprise, but then laughs. why were you so funny? and so random, for what? but then again, that’s one of the reasons why you caught his attention. “shrimpyyy! if you were just cold, you could’ve said so instead of scaring me!” he goes to pinch your cheek.

you aren’t exactly warm yet, but your left cheek surely isn’t cold now, “floyd. that hurts. i said to keep me warm, not to start making my cheek hurt!”

he grins and stops pulling on your cheek, ruffling your hair. “alright, alright. one more game and we can head to my dorm, hmmmmm? how does THAT sound?”

“okay! that’s alright! i’ll watch and cheer you on, then!” you rub your face, ouch.

ace interrupts, “can we start now? i’m sick of you two lovebirds socializing like today is the last day.”

“i wouldn’t say i have a problem with your relationship, but i agree that we should start.” jamil also adds to ace’s comment.

floyd glares at ace, “don’t make me squeeze you, crabby.”

“eek! okay, okay, sorry. let’s just start the game, okay?” ace sweats, he wasn’t looking to be squeezed today.

you’re sort of embarrassed, but at least your face is warm!

— due to be edited at anytime —

[morrisondauthor]

I love and will continue to read your work, it's unmatched! It sucks that you've had to remove multiple works due to unfortunate circumstances. Do you plan on reposting some of your deleted classics? (Goon, FBN 11: Double the Freak, etc.) Im also a subscriber to your Patreon !

Hey, thanks for subscribing! I did repost "Freak by Night 11: Double the Freak" to Patreon; however, they also made me remove it due to the GIFs smh. I did repost it to Google Docs and shared the link, I'm not sure if you got it or not in the private message I sent out to everyone on there a while back. As for "Goon" I'm not sure when I'll repost that. I do plan on having my own website so a lot of what got removed and wasn't reposted will be up permanently once I have my own site.

@xkold-heartedx

[josiebelladonna]

first order of business.

as much as i love ao3 and will defend it forever, their blocking mechanism-

sucks.

it sucks.

when you block someone on there, you’re just preventing them from commenting, you’re not keeping them from giving kudos or making a bookmark.

the story of the last two years have consisted of a horrific pandemic, nightmarishly sized wildfires, an ungodly heat wave and me getting heat exhaustion, us being on the brink of ww3, hotly contested elections (especially out here in california), every social media site ever destroying itself with homogeneity and money, art being crushed, my stepdad dying, one of my uncles being diagnosed with colon cancer, every other person losing their minds over everything, and the fucking insurrection, and yet, somehow, she towers above it all.

so, if you haven’t checked out the “timeline” page on my blog, the main reason why she and i had a falling out in the summer of 2020 was that i may have voiced an opinion about something somewhere down the line that felt as though i was attacking her. however, i have no memory of such a thing—i usually remember when i make opinions, too, because i think them out and i stand by them—and if that was the case, please keep in mind that i criticize the thing, not the person, and when i do criticize the person, it’s because they said or did something to me that genuinely upset me. there’s a huge difference between saying “this thing sucks and i find it problematic”, and “this thing sucks and you’re disgusting for writing it”. (be careful what you wish for when you say “let’s see YOU do better” to me, too, especially now). very boring reason, but it happened.

during anthrax’s live-stream from wacken that july, she and i were live-blogging the whole thing on here and on facebook. and when she was blogging about it, she said things like “ugh, haters!! haters ruining my fun!!” when it was basically just me and her as far as i could tell. but i was having a ball, though: i was singing along with joey and cheering out the songs like i would have at an actual concert. light and good fun when we all needed something to have fun with in the summer of quarantine. and afterwards, it felt like she and i had bonded of sorts.

but then… i saw she had blocked me on here. at first, i thought it was just some tumblr weirdness because that shit happens all the time, but then i saw it with wattpad and instagram, and i saw that she had deleted the bookmarks of my fics on ao3, too. needless to say, i quite confused, like “what happened? what did i do?” (in fact, go back to that time in my archive: i literally said that)

you want more proof? i cried. i was actually in tears. it was like, what the fuck? i thought we were having fun together, and this whole time i thought we were having fun, too. she tried to excuse herself about it later on, too, but there was something off about it, though.

so, naturally, i started looking back at her behavior towards me and then i started noticing some things and just out of pure curiosity, i took a sample of something she wrote and put it through a little website from my school days used to check for plagiarism and the thing lit up like the 4th of july. i saw my own writing being reiterated back to me.

listen… there’s a really good reason why anyone who makes something on here make such a fuss about not reposting anything. but let it be known that there’s yet another distinction between reposting without permission and then taking something that person made and scratching out their name and passing it off as your own. that’s plagiarism and that is literally what she specializes in.

and let it also be known that she does not reach across the aisle about that, either. i caught her bitching to someone months ago about this: op was complaining about posts being stolen and she said—i’m not even kidding, she actually said this—”if you’re talking about the person i’m thinking about, i can’t believe it! why can’t we have a community? smh!” (the joke was on her because i know when shit is up but i don’t go around bashing people, though—i have too much shit to do).

this is what has led me to this conclusion: she thinks that just because it’s there on the internet, on a fanfic site or tumblr or wherever, that means it’s free for people to take and make a community out of it that way, which is just

stupid.

there’s no way around it: that is the stupidest thing I’ve ever seen. why? communities don’t work that way. she tries to downplay it, saying that something “inspired” her- yeah, don’t piss on my leg and tell me it’s raining. it’s parasitic, is what it is. all i see here is a veteran writer whose tap suddenly shut off at some point before she joined wattpad and she has been trying desperately since 2019 to prove to herself that she’s still got it, which—she doesn’t. i’m terribly sorry to anyone who follows her to burst your bubble like that.

but it’s why she’s been churning out spin-off after spin-off à la disney or marvel or, hell, j.k. rowling (it’s the kiss of death, if you ask me), and why reactions to updates now are incremental at best, and why she’s glommed onto templeoftheslavegarden and her complex universe and has called her a friend that way. friends don’t leech off each other, nor are they codependent. that’s what it is, actually. really, read up on codependency: she checks out all the boxes (got all up in arms with me when i accused her of plagiarism and then put my foot down about it, has a victim complex, has no discernible boundaries, is a mega-diva being a catty bitch and she can’t even do that right, had/has pointless anxiety whenever i was/am around, has anger issues, often put herself down in front of me, and it often felt like she was editing herself whenever i was around, too). it seeps through in her writing, and that’s probably why, on its own, it got on my nerves really quick—if you don’t believe me, look at the transition of like loving the dead to life after death. it’s the most glaring example of this. it’s not “being real”, either, it’s being pathetic. having a so-called “raunchy side” also requires that you don’t brag about it, either (that’s the thing: i never make fun of her because of her sexuality. i make fun of her because she’s constantly bragging about her sexuality, because it’s just so corny).

someone who’s healthy like me can write a romance that doesn’t have nearly the level of drama within, and when there is, i do what i can to make it natural. if melodrama is a sign of immaturity, then tell me, what does this indicate?

it would also explain why whenever i mention her in any way, she always updates her fics as if to prove me wrong or shut me up. have you guys noticed that? i remember one time back in august, i talked about her fic, set me on fire, how it felt like she abandoned it because she hadn’t updated it in 6 months and then literally the next day, she finished it. it was so transparent to me, like… who are you trying to fool here? me? i clearly don’t even give a shit—i haven’t given a shit since alex entered the picture, either. your audience? phew, that’s a middle finger if i saw one: really, if i was one of her readers, i’d actually be super-insulted that she’s hinging fic updates off some delusion that some other writer is out to get her—and i’d be relieved if i saw someone like me making jokes about her and the whole thing.

and even just the way she phrased it annoys me: “talking about the person i’m thinking of”. hm. about that.

when you’ve been bullied like i have in the past, you’re going to learn to say their names so the teachers, the parents, your friends, whoever, are going to know who did this to you. it’s radically different here on the internet because you have people who have absolutely no chill (ask anyone who’s ever had a death threat in their inbox to understand what i’m talking about). but it’s still necessary, though, because when it’s someone who has directly threatened you by taking and passing it off as their own, you gotta know who it is.

by phrasing it like that, it tells us nothing. the person you’re thinking of? huh? who are you thinking of? really, who are you thinking of, FromtheWasteland/DaveighMustaine/xxgreendruidessxx/whatever your fucking name is? who’s tormenting you? who’s giving you shit? who’s so horrible that you feel so obligated to hold back on regular updates, short-change your readers, and have nothing to show that anyone is doing anything horrible to you other than your own big mouth? really… what’s my name? i also changed my name on wattpad so she can’t find me, either (muting will keep them from interacting with you but they can still read your writing—and that pic of alex i’m using as my pfp almost feels like it’s taunting hers of peter, and oh my god, it’s so weirdly satisfying) and i’m doing all of this to show you all the truth. like i say on my timeline page, she has never apologized to me and she continues to leech off of me, and other writers, too, like… aside from temple, i wonder who else has fallen to her. but it’s mostly at me, though, even with how much she supposedly hates me and refuses to be honest with me (then again, that’s codependency—they can’t tell the truth even if it saved them). if she copies any writing from me, you’ll know—and don’t be surprised if she has a meltdown, either. i won’t be around to see it 😉 (i’m not doing anything wrong, either—as far as wattpad knows, i’m just minding my own business, which… i am). it’s like what megan thee stallion says, “i had to block you but you still gotta watch this shit.”

[fiveabi]

left my life of sin

“He doesn’t want to kill the people inside—he wants to save them. They’ll die to protect the Primes.” Octavia explains to Clarke, who’s still eyeing Gabriel distrustfully.

“Then they die.” Bellamy replies callously, catching everybody’s attention. Gabriel grinds his teeth. He won’t stand for flippant disregard of the lives of his people.

“Bellamy, he doesn’t want to kill his own people.” Octavia means to diffuse the situation, understands Gabriel’s perspective intimately.

“Why not? You did.” Bellamy is blunt and unforgiving.

“Bellamy—” Clarke begins to admonish gently. He is being intentionally cruel, Octavia knows that—but it’s just his desperation to save his family she tells herself. Octavia could almost laugh at that, ignores the bitterness and envy sitting heavy on her chest.

“I don’t need a lecture on moral relativity from the Queen of Cannibals.” Bellamy looks at Octavia then and she looks away, struggles to swallow down her rage and hurt.

The room is thick with tension. Clarke reaches for Bellamy, touches his arm lightly. “Bellamy—” she starts again.

“No, Clarke.” Octavia says evenly, the broken look is gone—she lets her pain in, allows it to guide her. “Let him.” She turns her cold gaze on her brother. “But remember: while you were fucking the woman who almost killed me, I was ensuring my people’s survival.”

CONTINUE READING ON AO3

[kaffeinic]

Stray Kids’ Seungmin Headcannon: College Enemies > Lovers AU

Can i request for enemies to lovers with seungmin set in college? Like s/o is the complete opposite of him, messy and impulsive, but the one thing they have in common is their love for sports?? fanfic can be bullet form or whichever you're comfy with hnnngg

- @gryffindorkx

When I tell you this man could not stand you-

Well, it was more your behavior that he couldn’t stand

Seungmin can be very protective of the people around him

But in a more subtle way

And your impulsivity and messiness had his BPM shooting up every two damn seconds

With you tripping all over the books and papers you left on the ground while studying

Or your lack of fear when taking a ride home from a strange man you’d just met

Or even your creepy older professor

Everything you did had him on edge

Because of that, he hated to be around you

But also wanted to be there at the same time to keep you safe

You really had him between a rock and a hard spot smh

The more time you two spent together

Whether for school or social reasons

Made him appreciate your spontaneity and messiness in an odd way

It was nice having someone who could balance him out

He soon found that as long as you weren't doing things that would be dangerous for you

Or those around you lol

He could really appreciate how much you could pull him out of his shell

Everyone needs someone like him in their life,

And everyone also needs someone like you in their life

You two really were the yin to each other's yang

Making each other better in different ways

Seungmin found himself letting go of all the minute details he used to hyperfocus on

And you found yourself being just a little bit more conscious of the things he would flip out over

It's quite beautiful to watch you two interact in the long term

Now we get to sports

Seungmin was one of the MVPs in your college's baseball team

Shocker

You were most definitely not

Mainly because no one would let you swing a bat tbh

You were more into track

Man, could you run

In the earlier days of your relationship

You two would challenge each other with various physical activities

Mainly just short races to the end of the parking lot

But still

You hated the fact that he could beat you often despite you being on the track team

This continues to be a touchy issue for you

Even after you two became close

- Quick lil story that popped into mind while writing this -

You were waiting around after your classes

Watching the baseball team practice

Jisung - who is also on the team - waved you over

Trying to get you to try to bat as he pitched

Seungmin runs over

Because he knows damn well that you will break something

Whether it be an inanimate object

Or someone's face

And shuts that shit down

You get mad

Because of obvious reasons

And you were super excited to swing the bat

You ultimately end up challenging him to a race across the field

In which he trips and lands squarely on his face

You

Being a decent human being

Stopped running and checked on him

Laughing your butt off

You both probably end up stopping for ice cream and calling a truce

The real story just begins from there

~

First off, @gryffindorkx, I am so sorry for how long this took. You sent me this in 2020, and I never deleted it because I thought the idea was cute as heck. Please forgive me for the long wait! I do hope this is at least close to what you had in mind, and that you were able to enjoy reading! Stay happy, healthy, and hydrated everyone!

~

* DISCLAIMER: I do not own any gifs/photos used in this post. I do own the written content. Do NOT repost/edit. *

~

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[treklesslyabandoned]

So, I'm posting this (well, actually a repost from my previous, now-deleted, Tumblr page) story of an embarrassing, real life encounter to show how brainwashed people have become regarding the BLM movement:

In the fall of 2020, after the riots finally died down, I spotted a black man at the local 7-Eleven wearing a t-shirt like this. As a former rugby player, it immediately caught my eye and I asked this man if he liked NZ and what position did he play. His reaction was to look at me like I had 2 heads and respond "what the f**k are you talking about? I got this at a rally!" So, basically, the emblem of one of the arguably best rugby sides in modern history has been twisted into a symbol for racial discord simply because of the word "blacks?"

SMH

[angrymongol01-archived]

TITLE: “Scrunchie” (a Fem!Hinata oneshot, in 2 parts)

GENRE: fluff, humor, friendship?

WORDS: 939 words (Part 1)

SUMMARY: Hinata receives a gift—stashed inside her locker—from someone but she doesn’t know who?

A/N: Am reposting two of my shelved discontinued fem!Hinata fics from my old blog here (for exposure ig? Also I didn't delete them completely there, they're just posted privately lol); for those who've read the original post before and wondering why this blog repost another blog's work, supplies~!! OP here, filling this blog with some Haikyuu content from last October, starting with my very first fic. Enjoy ^^;; ALSO DO NOT SEND HATE ORZ smh

NOTE: Let’s assume that Hinata Shouyou is the only female member of the Karasuno High School Men’s Volleyball Club. Also let’s assume that you are the Hinata Shouyou, *side head tilts* ne?

My Masterlist

Morning practice done, and you and Shimizu-senpai and Yachi are heading to the girls’ locker room to change.

Cause i still have my dignity intact lmao

As if i’d let her change inside the club room together with a bunch of hungry wolves. Iirc

As you opened your locker, surprise~! You see a small baby blue packet tied with a blue ribbon, on top of your school uniform.

“Eh?” You got hold of the packet into your hands, eyeing curiously. “What’s this doing here inside my locker?”

“What’s the matter, Hina-chan?” Yachi asked.

You showed the small packet in front of them. “I found this on top of my school uniform. Dunno why it’s here~”

Deep thonking

“Maybe, a birthday gift?” Shimizu-senpai cocked her head on one side.

You rubbed the back of your neck and sweatdropped.

“That’s some very belated birthday gift, if it is, if you ask me…—“

Since you’ve turned sweet sixteen almost a month ago!!!

Yachi looked closely at the packet after you handed it to her so that you can change clothes.

“Hmm… doesn’t have a gift tag or something…”

Her curious expression changed that of alarm 🚨

#YachiPanicc

“W-WHAT IF THERE IS A BOMB INSIDE!?!! OR POISON!?! ((((；ﾟДﾟ)))))))”

Shimizu-senpai taps the blonde girl’s shoulder.

Panicc attacc stahps

Which prompted Yachi to accidentally throw the packet up in the air.

Luckily you caught it in time (after a quick change) before hitting the floor.

“Hitoka-chan, calm down. There’s no way that packet can harm all of us~ :)”

You examined the packet again, raising it under the light.

Kinda like x-ray vision lol

“At least, there’s something inside—“

Next, you shook it but gently, and you heard nothing.

The goddess intervened, a smile on her lips: “Hinata-chan, why don’t you open it?”

“B-but, idk if someone really gave it to me…?”

“Nah, don’t worry~” Was silent for a sec. “I can assure you that this packet really is for you.”

You glanced at Shimizu-senpai, a bit sus—

An Among Us ref (sorry I still couldn’t play the game) but still—

Many scenarios playing inside your head.

Wow Tsukki would be shocked if he knows you can also think with that single brain cell of yours

Hc’d Hina-chan calls Tsukishima ‘Tsukki’ also aside from Yams.

“Go on, Hina-chan! Open it, open it~” Stars forming in Yachi’s eyes lol

You smiled sheepishly. “If you two say so…”

You untied the ribbon and pried open the packet—

You gasped at the contents before fishing it out.

Like 👁👄👁

“Uwaaaa~ a cute hair scrunchie!” you exclaimed, showing off said scrunchie like a trophy.

A black hair scrunchie dotted with sunflowers and oranges, like your team’s black-and-orange jersey.

Even bigger stars have formed into Yachi’s eyes looks like she’d created an entire new galaxy wwwwww kidding.

Goddess Kiyoko beaming a little…

You tied your chest-length orange ginger-colored red whatever you fans called it lol—

You pulled your chest-length hair up in a ponytail and secured it with the scrunchie.

YAH LOOKED FAHBUHLOUS, DAHLING~ *chef’s kiss*

“Oi, dumbass, hurry up or we’ll be late for class!” Hollered another dumbass outside the locker room.

“H-hai, coming~!”

The two of you walking side by side from the gym towards the first years’ hallway to class.

Kageyama kept glancing at your direction. You noticed.

“What? Is there something on my face, Bakayama-kun?”

“Ha?” He stared ahead, scowling. “No, nothing.”

There’s his glancing again.

Annoyed, you stopped in your tracks and pouted at him.

An angry and pouting Hinata is cute af ngl—

“Can you stop looking at my face, Bakayama!? What’s wrong with you??? Mou~ (● ˃̶͈̀ロ˂̶͈́)੭ꠥ⁾⁾”

C-cute, the raven-haired setter thought, cheeks flushing.

Looking flabbergasted at his fellow teammate’s rant.

“O-oi, dumbass, calm down!” Kags said, his hand clamping your head.

“Then why are you staring at me??? Ow ow ow let go~!”

Still clamping, he lowered your head a bit and nodded at your new hair scrunchie.

“What’s that thing on your head? Who gave that to you??”

Oof jelly boyfie alert dejk—

You swatted Kageyama’s hand away from your head and adjusted said scrunchie “thing”.

“A hair scrunchie, idiot! I found it inside my locker earlier after morning practice.”

Mumbling, “Dunno who put it there though…”

Silence.

He slowly said, looking away from you, his cheeks a tinge of red.

“That looks… good on you, the colors suited your hair. It’s cute.”

You looked at him surprised, face a bit flustered too. “T-thanks…?”

Wow… Bakayama complimenting me? He said ‘cute’… to me? (*☻-☻*)

#TsundereKageyama imo lol fite me

An idea formed in your head.

Seriously Tsukki’ll be shocked. Really—

Brown eyes narrowing at him. “Maybe…”

“Maybe, what?” he demanded.

What this dumbass thinking—

“…did you sneak inside the girls’ locker room and place it inside my locker???” you feigned shock.

Which made poor Kags choke on his spit and full-blast tomato face mode.

He stuttered madly. “W-WHA… WHAT ARE YOU IMPLYING, HINATA BOKE!?!!! I DID NOT—S-STOP SPILLING NONSENSE DAMMIT!!!”

“( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) hai hai~ I believe you now!” you grinned at the setter. “Sorry for pulling your leg hehe”

Tick marks forming on his forehead, mouth twitching…

“Why you little—“

First bell rang~

You walked towards your classroom’s door before turning at him.

“Hey, Kageyama-kun, I’ll see you at lunchtime, ne?” You beamed.

And winked ^_−☆ before heading inside.

Double kill

The poor boy was left alone, unmoved in his position.

That boke’ll be the death of me //////

DO NOT REPOST/EDIT WITHOUT PERMISSION. PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME, KIDS. LIKES ESPECIALLY REBLOGS ARE HIGHLY APPRECIATED. ALL WORKS (c) angrymongol01 - 2021.

[frenchbreads-writing]

i'm here to rant dkjhsdf like how is it that tumblr allows 30 tags BUT when you have more than 7 the post literally doesn't show up when you search for it?? tumblr is broken af 🙄 anyways, how are you today? i read that post about the fem reader and just the a u d a c i t y lmfao as if we guys don't have to literally be sherlock holmes to find some good fucking male reader content on here cuz of all the fem stuff smh

I hate when that happens.

What I recommend trying is either deleting the post and reposting it or just reblog it until it works.

I’m doing good just stressed a bit about school.

That anon annoyed the hell out of me. I don’t usually get involved with stuff like that but the entitlement and unnecessary rudeness was too much so I had to say something.

[imaginedisish]

I Think We’re Alone Now (Five Hargreeves x Reader) (The Umbrella Academy)

A/N: BOY AM I MAD. SO this got deleted...presumably because @staff is trash and someone was like “EW SHE’S WRITING FOR A FIFTEEN YEAR OLD!” News flash AIDAN GALLAGHER IS A YEAR BELOW ME IN HIGH SCHOOL. I AM A JUNIOR. HE IS A SOPHOMORE. I JUST TURNED 17. HE IS TURNING 16 IN A FEW MONTHS....IM NOT SOME CREEPY CHILD PEDOPHILE. AND YA KNOW WHAT, THERE IS NOTHING SEXUAL ABOUT THIS IMAGINE! It is PURE FLUFF, and Five and the reader are BOTH 17 IN THIS AU!! I AM NOT SEXUALIZING HIM IN ANY WAY HOLY CRAP. Wow...I’m clearly mad...um...sorry?? I’m just honestly exhausted from my dance competition today. I WON FIRST OVERALL THOUGH...SO YAY! I might write a small headcanon for tonight...but I’m so tired...I might have to take a short break from writing until Sunday, since I’m competing at this competition all weekend. I’ll keep everyone updated. So, for now, here’s a repost of I Think We’re Alone Now...enjoy

Summary: You and Five are seventeen, and have just started dating, but you feel the need to hide your relationship from the rest of the Hargreeves. One night, you decide to sneak into Five’s room, and chaos somewhat ensues…

Warnings: MEGA FLUFFFFFFF AHHhhhh! Language, awkward reference to sex from Luther bc Luther is Luther…smh Luther. 

Word Count: 2,883

Stars twinkle brightly above you, dancing whimsically in the dark night sky. The crisp autumn breeze passes through you, sending a chill down your spine. You shiver as you stare up at the brick building in front of you. Your heart begins to beat rapidly as you contemplate what is was you were about to do. You were going to sneak into Five’s room.

Five had told you, “It’s the second window from the left, south side of the Academy, third floor. Come around 9:30, okay?” No matter how nervous you were about the matter, you simply couldn’t say no.

 You knew you’d have to be discrete, since the rest of the Hargreeves were unaware of your relationship with Five. They knew you were close friends with him; you were friends with the entire family, especially since they were helping you develop your power, levitation. However, because you had grown so close with the family, you and Five agreed that his siblings couldn’t find out about your relationship. 

In truth, there was no ‘known’ force stopping you and Five from being together. You were both 17, you were both supers, and you were both extremely similar. You liked the same music: David Bowie, Arctic Monkeys, Arcade Fire, and The Strokes. You were both unbelievably witty, as you constantly bounced remarks and comebacks off of one another. Most importantly, you liked each other. In fact, you thought there was a chance you could love the boy. 

But still, you had agreed with Five that no one could know. Maybe it was the fear of judgement that created the secret, or possibly the fear of disapproval. You knew that Five’s siblings had developed a liking to you, as you had essentially become a part of the family, but you weren’t sure if they would like you as Five’s girlfriend.

So, over the past month, as opposed to going on dates like normal couples do, you and Five had snuck around the city together, going on dates to Griddy’s, and having picnics in the park. Sometimes you two secretly hid away in his room, chatting and listening to music. You hated hiding things from Alison, Diego, Luther and Klaus, but as of right now it seemed as though it had to be done. 

A cold breeze snaps you back to reality. The wind begins to pick up again, grabbing at your green, turtle neck sweater. You pull at your sweater, softly pressing it down against your body as your hair begins to take flight next. You groan in annoyance, wanting to be inside with Five instead of out in the cold.

You take a deep breath. I can do this, You think to yourself, yanking up the right sleeve of your sweatshirt, and then nervously scratching your forearm. While you were growing better at controlling your abilities, you weren’t always able to hold them for an extraneous period of time. Levitating yourself was also something that challenged you. More often than not, you would usually fall once you were around four feet in the air. 

Obviously, that was nowhere near enough for a journey up the side of the Academy. The Academy was massive, and it’s size still amazed you, regardless of the fact that you had been here millions of times before. 

You search the ground for a pebble, so you could let know Five you had arrived in a more romantic way, as opposed to sending him a text message. You quickly find a perfectly smooth, grey, round pebble next to your feet. You pick up the pebble and aim towards Five’s window. With a light throw and a tap, the pebble reaches Five’s window. The action was a bit “Romeo and Juliet,” (minus the double suicide at the end, of course), but it was fitting in the moment.

Seconds later, a pair of dark blue eyes meet your own. Five smirks at first, but his smile quickly widens, almost as if the longer he stared at you, the happier he became. Your heart flutters in your chest, and you smile back. He begins to crack open the window, his bangs falling in front of his eyes in the process. 

“Come on up,” Five says loud enough for you to understand him, but low enough for no one else to hear him. You nod your head, swallowing harshly, nerves rushing through your body. 

You close your eyes, imagining yourself floating in the air. Slowly, your feet lift up from the concrete. The wind swirls around you, helping you grow higher. You open your eyes, noticing that you were just one floor away from where Five’s room resided. You push the air down with the palms of your hands, and you levitate up to the next level. 

I did it, I actually did it, You think to yourself, pride swelling in your gut as you finally reach Five’s window. After so much tiring training, and so much effort, you were finally able to fly. 

There was Five, his smile growing wider now that you were face to face. His piercing blue eyes twinkle in the moonlight, just as the stars had been. No, in fact…his eyes were more brilliant than the stars. Stars held so much importance, serving as guides for the lost, wish granters for those who longed for something more…but that was what Five was for you. You didn’t need the metaphorical presence of a constellation. You already had that, wrapped up in the package of a 17 year old boy that you were growing to love. 

He extends a hand out to you, inviting you inside. “Grab my hand, I’ve got you. You won’t fall, I promise.” He says. You fly closer to him in response, lifting your arm towards Five as he takes your hand in his. 

However, just as you had been doing so well, a sensation of weakness overcomes you. You feel yourself beginning to lose control as you attempt to change your position, as to fly into the room horizontally. 

“Shit,” You mutter, your eyes searching Five’s in fear. “I don’t think I can control this any longer,” Your voice is shaky, and your entire body begins to tremble. You had never flown for this long, and it was becoming too much to handle. 

“Yes you can, (Y/N),” Five says, squeezing your hand tighter in his own. He tugs on your hand slightly, helping you get a bit farther inside the room. At this point, your shoulders are through the window, but that was it. Thoughts race around your mind as your powers weaken even further. 

Suddenly, the pressure you normally feel between yourself and the air around you begins to fade away. 

“Five!” You scream, as you feel yourself starting to fall. You grab onto the windowsill, attempting to hold yourself up. Five grabs onto your arms, pulling you quickly, yet carefully into his room. With one final pull from Five, you fall onto the floor of the room. 

Five drops down to where you fell, reaching out his arms to help you stand up. “Are you okay?” He asks, concern prominently filling his voice as you stand to the ground with his help. 

You take a second to catch your breath. “I’m fine, just a bit shaken up is all,” You say, smiling lightly. “And I’m much better now…” You pause, a bit nervous to finish your sentence. “You know, since I’m with you.” 

Five smiles widely. “That was cheesy, but I like it, and only like it because I like you.” Your heart does a back flip in your chest at the sound of his words. Now that things have calmed down a bit, you recognize how close you are to Five. It feels as though you’re an inch away from Five’s face, since neither of you had moved from where he had helped you stand up. 

“You can’t call me cliche or cheesy if you’re saying things like that,” You state sarcastically, crossing your arms in protest. Five steps a bit closer, uncrossing your arms as he takes your hands in his. He was never like this with anyone else. He was usually so cold, so distant, so sarcastic with his siblings. But with you, Five was kind, sweet, and overall an entirely different person. You two could sit on the edge of his bed, listening to music for hours, his fingers carefully combing through your hair.  The only time either of you got up was to change the record that was spinning on the turntable in the left corner of Five’s room.

Five takes another step closer to you. He studies your face for a bit, his eyes often landing on your lips. This makes you a bit nervous, since you two hadn’t kissed yet. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to. God, did you want to. It was more or less that you were scared. You had never kissed anyone before, and quite honestly, this was your first ‘real’ relationship. You didn’t want the kiss to be bad, and you especially didn’t want to disappoint Five. 

With one more step, Five becomes so close to your face that his breath tickles your nose a bit. He looks deeply into your eyes. “Can I just kiss you already?” Five asks, smirking a bit. 

Your heart practically thumps out of your chest as you nod your head. Shit, this is it, You think to yourself. 

 Suddenly, Five’s lips come crashing down on your own. His lips are warm, and surprisingly sweet, moving slowly against yours. You hum a bit, beginning to feel more comfortable. Five smiles against your lips before pressing another soft kiss onto them. 

Then, to your dismay, Five pulls away from you, leaving a slightly cold sensation where he had once been. You wanted more, but you knew you would just have to wait for the next time you had the opportunity to kiss Five. 

Five grins a bit, his hands still holding yours. “You’re absolutely incredible, (Y/N).” Heat quickly rushes to your cheeks, and you can feel yourself becoming red. Five laughs at your new color, his dark, chocolate bangs bouncing against his forehead in the process. 

“Don’t laugh!” You jokingly reprimand. 

“Too bad, I already did. You’re just…” Five pauses a bit, anxiously scratching the back of his neck. “…well you’re cute when you get all frazzled like that,” Five mumbles, hoping you can’t hear him as he lets go of your hands and walking over to one of his many bookshelves. He pulls out a record from the shelf. He picked out one of your favorite records, ‘Bookends’ by Simon and Garfunkel. 

“Is that new? I didn’t think you had Bookends,” You question. 

Five can’t help but smirk. “I may have gotten it because of you,” He says softly, walking over to brown turntable in the corner. He takes the record out of it’s sleeve, and carefully places it on the turntable. He turns the machine on, and the record begins to spin. He slowly allows the needle to come down on the record, and “Bookends Theme,” begins to play. 

There were no lyrics to the song, yet there was something so romantic about the incredibly short melody. Maybe it was the perfect plucking of the guitar strings, or maybe it was simply the chord progression itself. Regardless, the song made your heart flutter in your chest, more than it already was. Five walks over to his bed, and takes a seat on the edge. He pats the spot next to him, inviting you to sit with him. You smile, and walk over to the bed. 

As you sit down, Five instantly raps an arm around your waist. Your head rests against Five’s shoulder, and you close your eyes. You never wanted this moment to end. Everything seemed so absolutely perfect. 

Five began to lean back towards the bed, and you followed him, your back eventually crashing down onto the bed. You push yourself up farther so your feet are no longer hanging off the bed, and Five does the same. Five wraps his arms around you, pulling you into his chest. Your eyes now struggle to stay open, as you hear the sound of sleep calling your name. You allow yourself to give in, closing your eyes tightly. 

You’re still awake as ‘Old Friends’ begins to play. The song is soft and calm. You listen closely to Five’s heart beat, which in contrast with the song is incredibly loud and fast. You open your eyes, looking up at Five. 

“Are you okay? Your heart is practically beating out of your chest,” You say, concern heavy in your voice, picking up your head slightly to get a better look at Five’s face. Five’s piercing blue eyes find yours. 

He swallows harshly. “I’m fine, it’s just,” He pauses for a second, contemplating his words as he looks up at the ceiling above. “Having you here with me, like this, I’m nervous…I guess…” Five trails off. “Having you here is exciting, it’s special.”

You smile resting your head back down on his chest. You close your eyes again, feeling at peace. “Hey Five?” You whisper. 

“Yeah, (Y/N)?” Five responds. 

“I like you, a lot,” You say, a smile spreading across your face. 

“I-,” 

Then, abruptly, Five is cut off by a loud knock at the door. You and Five practically jump up from where you had been laying down. 

“Five! Turn your music off. It’s too late for this shit!” You hear Diego call out from the other side of the door. You and Five say nothing as Five rushes over to the record player to turn the music off. “Also, did you take my comb again?”

“No I didn’t take your fucking comb, Diego!” Five shouts back, rolling his eyes. 

“I don’t believe you,” Diego says angrily. “I’m coming in to find it!”

“Shit!” Five mutters, his eyes widening with fear. 

“What are we going to do?” You ask as the knob of the door twists, and the door creeks open. There’s nowhere to hide. You’re absolutely screwed. 

Diego steps through the door, his eyes instantly landing on you. “Five, what’s (Y/N) doing in your room at 10 o’clock at night?” His eyes deeply cut through Five’s soul. Five takes a deep breath, preparing himself to explain the truth to Diego. 

“Well, um, you see-,” 

Klaus pops his head through the door. “Where did the Simon and Garfunkel go? I was having a good-,” Klaus stops talking as his eyes land on you. “Uh oh looks like we’ve go two troublesome teens on our hands, now don’t we?” Klaus cackles like a hyena.

Five scoffs. “Don’t you have some ouija board to be talking to right about now?” Five says, annoyed, taking a step towards Klaus. 

Klaus crosses his arms against his chest. “You know what, just for that,” Klaus cups his hands, bringing them next to his mouth as if he was going to call a group of children to dinner. “Luther! Allison! Clean up on aisle ‘teenage love’! Immediate assistance required! Thank you!” He brings his hands back down, slapping them against the side of his thighs. 

Five responds by showing Klaus his middle finger. 

Seconds later, Luther and Allison are standing at the door. Luther’s jaw drops to the ground, and Alison begins to laugh lightly. 

“Come on, you guys didn’t see this coming?” Allison asks, laughing still.

“Quite honestly, I suppose it was bound to happen eventually,” Klaus agrees. Luther and Diego nod along to Klaus’s point. 

“I mean, do we let them have their privacy?” Diego asks, leaning over to Luther. Luther shrugs his shoulders. 

“I guess so, but clothing stays on! Got it?” Luther commands. Five’s cheeks grow red with embarrassment. 

“No shit Sherlock,” Five says, rolling his eyes.

“Alright, let’s leave them alone, boys,” Allison says, pushing her brothers out of the room. 

“But I wanted to babysit!” Klaus exclaims, and you can’t help but let out a laugh. Allison is the last person out. She shuts the door behind her. 

“I’m so sorry about that,” Five says, sitting back down on the edge of the bed. 

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it,” You say, a smile spreading across your face. Five lays back down, and you follow suit, reverting back to how you and Five had been laying down before. You rest your head on Five’s chest, his heart still beating just as quickly as it had been before. 

“So before, you didn’t get to finish what you were saying,” You say to Five. Suddenly, his heart begins to beat faster. 

He takes a deep breath. “Well,” He pauses, “I like you too, (Y/N).” Five responds. You can’t see his face, but you know he’s smiling. “I like you a lot. In fact, I think I might like you more than anything else on this planet.” His heart is thumping wildly against his chest now. He presses a kiss to the top of your head, his fingers combing gently through your hair. 

“I like being here,” You whisper softly. 

“I like having you here,” Five responds. You can’t help but smile. You close your eyes yet again, falling asleep in Five’s arms. 

[destinyc1020]

Tom's comment in the Hershey's kiss dress was ""Issa look🙌🙌". Sam commented the yass queen. This was just before the first mod of AllThingsTomdaya deleted all the posts, so when Jess and the 2 other mods reposted what they could find they didn't included that comment. Here on Tumblr tout was not posting a lot in that time. They screencapped the Tom comment but not Sam's. tomh-tomh also deleted all her tz posts after she stopped shipping. I'm not going to go through 1000s of IG comments to find

Oh wow.... so Sam's comment does exist? 😃

Thanks Anon!

But yea, I'm not sifting through millions of comments either lol. 😅

Idk why IG doesn't make it so the comments of the ppl you FOLLOW are seen at the top FIRST. 🙄

I hate having to sift through millions of fan comments smh. 🥴

[blue-da-ba-dee]

I wish I could bleach my eyes and forget about that pic. What makes it worse is that she posted it and then deleted it and then posted it again after the game.

Like yeah Cody is attractive and all but I don’t need to be seeing that private side of him, ya know? Something like that should be kept between them two. Idk what’s up with the whole reposting thing, she should have just left it off smh😑

[suga-kookiemonster]

I think at one point I heard u moved ur stuff to wattpad bc of plagiarism? can I have the link please?

LMAO! well fun fact: wattpad deleted my account because of “explicit sexual content” ☠️ despite me following the rules and marking them as “mature” because of explicit sexual content, and also despite literally everything else on the site being explicit sexual content (and 90% of it being STOLEN explicit sexual content). apparently, wattpad thinks it’s fine for 12 year olds to repost my work, but it’s not okay for me to post my own work in an effort to stop those 12 year olds from reposting it. i’ve emailed support and followed up twice, and i literally just got a reply an hour ago (after 1 month of radio silence) that basically just threw their bullshit guidelines back at me and didn’t acknowledge me pointing out the hypocrisy in their guidelines, and the hypocrisy in the fact that there are explicit fics that were posted years ago that they didn’t take down, plagiarized content that they didn’t take down...but they wanted to touch mine 🤔

for people who are not aware, these are technically wattpad’s guidelines and things they have the right to remove:

fair and reasonable--it’s your website. no smut, got it! BUT THEN. wattpad also says this:

“you’re not allowed to include explicit sex scenes, but if you do, make sure to mark it mature”. like???? WHAT lmao. can someone tell me what the point of an explicit sex scene would be if it wasn’t for sexual stimulation??

i very politely pointed out this discrepancy and asked them to please clarify where the line is, because all of the fics i had uploaded had full-blown plots with smaller sex scenes in them (with the exception of good girl. that one was pwp, i’ll give them that), but there are plenty of fics other people have uploaded that are straight up porn...and they’re still on their website. and not even good porn at that 😂😂😂😂😂 but alas, i still just got pointed to those same dumb pages and told that my account is permanently deleted so 🤷🏽‍♀️i’m guessing they don’t like people pointing out holes in their logic smh

honestly, i’m mostly just annoyed that i even bothered with that garbage site to begin with, because i’ve hated it from the jump. i do find it interesting that i haven’t seen anyone else who crossposts their smutfics there get their accounts taken down, but whatevs. no worries at all, because i just set up another account that is solely for monitoring plagiarism, and wattpad won’t have to worry about me trying to put decent content onto their website ever again 😂

ANYWAY, all that rant to say i no longer have a wattpad and imo everyone should stop supporting that cesspool of garbage plagiarists anyway 💁🏽‍♀️you came to my tumblr to send me this ask, so i just suggest you just read my works here babe. this is currently the only place they exist!

[banghwa]

honestly i have no idea how to actually get into kpop twitter. i had one months ago, deleted it bc i had no idea what was going on, then just made a new one like a week ago. still lost af. kpop twitter is a chaotic void in my experience ~leo anon

hshshsh same it’s so scary??? I’ll probably only use it for gifs and stuff bcs i just don’t want them reposted 😓 twt feels to hostile to talk as much there as I do here jxhxhsh i feel like I’ll make a hobi lesbian joke and then get doxxed for it bcs it was “cishetsrophobic behaviour” or smt smh 🤦🏽‍♀️