#im yelln

[fuckin-pistol-whipped]

religious lady still yelln at me. sayn she died for my sins like she was fuckn jesus or sum. which ig implies that im god and my girl’s virgin mary. which makes no sense coz she’s the furthest thing from a virgin

[sharknadoslutt]

the fact that you would compare both vizago and eli to ogie makes me love you because waitress is awesome and how uncaring you are about shouting out about your self indulgent ocs is awesome i love u holly

WHO IS THIS PLEASE COME OFF OF ANON AND BE FRIENDS I NEED MORE FRIENDS WHO LOVE MUSICALS AND SW!!!!

[bibereangelum]

wefgtnknttpwee one of my favorite fic authors reblogged my fic!!!!!! holy cow batman!!!!

[talk-nerdy-to-me-thyla]

HOLY SHIT YAAASSSS PARTY

[marci11e]

Ooo yay 45 and w klance obvs 💙

ok first off, i want to take a second??? to point out that this wonderful asker here made me art of a fic they’d anonymously requested a while back (please go give them some love!) and i. am on. the floor. i’ve had such an emotion packed day and just- thank you. so much. i hope you like this fic, too! (i really enjoyed writing this)

45. “Tell me a secret.”

“Tell me a secret.” 

It’s thrown out so nonchalantly that Keith has to stop and do a double take. He remembers where he is, in Lance’s bed because the floor hurts and there’s no guest bedroom. He knows that he lines the edge of the bed with his body, rigid, knowing at any instance he could fall. “What?” He mumbles, then blinks, looking over at Lance.

Lance is busy looking up at the ceiling, moonlight casting a bluish glow over him. He moves his head, makes direct eye contact. “If you don’t remember, my family kind of exposed all my— secrets to you.” He pauses, fiddles with his fingers over his stomach. “You: the fake boyfriend.”

Keith does his very best to not react visibly. “Well, isn’t that what families do?” He brings his arms closer to him, as though that’ll override the squeezing he’s feeling in his chest. Stop it, he thinks, as he looks down the line of his body. Then, he glances up and sees Lance roll on his stomach and all of a sudden, he’s moving, closer-

Shit. 

Keith startles back, and he’s falling, despite Lance’s attempt to grab at his shirt. He hits the ground with a thud, and he can’t bring himself to move. He shuts his eyes, grabs his, no- Lance’s shirt- in his fists, and shuts his eyes.

“Oh my god, are you-” 

Keith brings himself to open his eyes and sees Lance poking his head over the edge of the bed. “I’m fine.”

“I’m sorry-” Then, Lance starts laughing gently. He moves a hand to cover his mouth and he works his way through it. “I’m-”

As much as he’s in varying levels of pain, Keith can’t help but not want the laughter to stop. So, he watches, watches as Lance makes his way to a stop, drawing his hand away from his smile so he can rest it on the edge of the bed.

He glows blue, in the best way, and his smile grows a little smaller as he looks down. “So.”

“So.” Keith says, unthinkingly, as a statement.

“If you want back up here, you have to tell me a secret.” Lance grins, as though he’s thought up the best plan in all of existence. 

“Do I now?” Keith echoes, softly, and lets his grip loosen on his borrowed shirt. He lets his hands splay out on his chest, and he looks up at Lance directly over him. The more he looks at him, Keith understands just why he let himself be involved in this fake dating scheme. He feels a smile tug at his lips, but he doesn’t let it show. “Guess I’ll stay on the floor.” He closes his eyes, but listens.

“Have fun when I wake up and forget you’re there and step on you.” Lance moves his arm so that it hangs over the bed, pointer finger extended playfully. He pokes Keith in the cheek, and then keeps doing so as Keith keeps his eyes shut. “Just tell me the secret. It doesn’t even have to be your deepest, darkest one. Though, that would be very much be appreciated-” He stops when he feels a hand around his wrist. “Well?”

Keith takes a deep breath, lets his eyes flutter open. “I hate you.”

Lance makes a face. “Well, excuse me for-”

Keith keeps on going, letting go completely, fully. “I hate you for making it so hard to say no to fake dating to you. I hate you for bringing me in so close like this and not knowing what that would do to me. I hate that I’m saying all of this like this, but I don’t.” He gently lets go of Lance’s wrist. “Lance, I’m in love with you.” He finishes, then watches as Lance stills. “I’m in love with you,” he repeats, and never more sure of anything in his life, he finally relaxes against the floor.

Lance’s face is practically frozen up above. Without blinking, he moves himself out of view and presumably rolls back onto his side of the bed.

Keith bites his lower lip, then sits up. With somewhat shaky legs, he takes a knee. “I’m going to go sleep on the couch, so-”

“You’re an idiot if you think you’re sleeping on the couch.” Lance sits up in a flurry. “Mama would kill me if she found you out there, and well, I’d be lying if I feel like I didn’t just get hit in the back of the head with a baseball bat.” Then, he smiles and Keith watches as Lance’s shoulders drop, spread out, like the tide. “But, y’know, I’m in love with you, too.”

“It’s okay, Lance. You don’t have to say that-”

“I was scared,” Lance interjects, bringing his knees to his chest. “I- you’ve been putting up with my bullshit and at moments, I couldn’t help but think about what it might be like to be in love with you for real.” He looks down, smiles to himself. Then, he looks up. “And then, it was only a matter of realizing that I already was- am.” He finally looks over at Keith. “Only someone who loves me could’ve agreed to do something like this with me.”

It’s quiet in the space between them. 

Keith swears the only thing he can hear is his heart, the way it’s pounding. Without thinking, he feels his hand against his chest, splayed out, more gentle than before. He plops back to the ground. 

Oh. 

“Keith?” 

Keith whips his head in the direction of Lance’s voice. 

Lance is sitting on the edge of the bed, closer than before. He squeezes the edge of the bed with his fingers before he speaks again. “So. Is it-” there’s a pause- “is it okay if I come down there with-” He falters as he watches Keith get to his feet in front of him. He cranes his head back so he can look up as a result. “Keith?”

Keith’s head is spinning, but he’s never felt such a good sort of dizzy before. He looks down, slowly brings a hand to Lance’s face. “You’re ridiculous, you know that?”

Lance makes a slight face. “You’re one to talk.” He laughs a little, eyes shut, then stills as he feels a hand on the other side of his face. He opens his eyes, beautiful blue and focused. “Hey-”

“Can I kiss you?” Keith says, distractingly rubbing his thumbs in circles over Lance’s face.

Lance blinks, then cracks a smile. “I don’t know. Can-”

Keith beats him to the finish, and kisses him softly. He pulls back, smiles. “Yeah.”

Lance laughs a little. “I hate you.”

“Mmm, hate you, too.” Keith removes his hands. “Can I get back in bed, now?”

“Give me another kiss and we’ll talk.”

“That’s a lie,” Keith muses, but goes back in, smiling all the way.

In the end, it takes three more, but eventually they go back to sleep, dreaming all the way until morning, when they glow under a different kind of light altogether. And they feel it- they feel it as they watch one another, both thinking the same thing.

This is real. 

It’s real.

[magicsuga]

Ya know when you read some fanfic but then it get real weird / kinky or just awkward and ur like I’m already invested in this fic but wtf is up with these weird kinks

[fanficsrlife]

Hi! I was tagged by @the-orenda-fountain a century ago to do this, but I’m very awkward so it took me a while to get to it, so ignore my weird af voice lol! I promise ya’ll I don’t sound like this in person lmao. My bias is Jimin so I’m just basically rambling about him and how I got into BTS :) 

I’ll tag a few folks, @kimtaethebae @kpopadmin @merry-chimchimas @shipperholic-me and anyone else! 

[rosesandhxney]

There was a girl in a bloodied red dress with half of her neck missing following a small, petite African American girl into the club to his right. Her hair was matted with blood as well, so he couldn’t clearly see the color under it. Maybe brown. “Hey, you!” He called out, voice hushed as if that would do anything to disguise himself amongst the crowd he very clearly didn’t fit in with, “Your friend died, yes? From an attack?” He asked, quoting the word, as they all knew what that meant around here. “Well, she’s following you around. I can see her behind you, if you wanna come over here, we can do a reading, yeah? I can talk to her for you.” The girl, to her credit, was sober enough to at least pause. “Jessica was a bitch anyways.” She says after a few moments, the form flickering behind her as Orion even winced at the harsh treatment. Thats what these addicts sounded like, though. They didn’t care about anything. “Fair enough...” He muttered, raking his hands through his hair as he tried again with the next girl, who surprisingly came over, ended up crying in relief to hear from her long dead brother, giving Orion a hundred dollars that he desperately needed. He leaned back against the wall, lighting up a cigarette and trying to ignore the spirits hovering around him, purple eyes flickering between what looked to be the living and the dead. See, it was much easier to tell in this part of town, because the dead always died in some gruesome way, leaving them bloodied and terrible looking. Of course, the people who left this club usually looked the same, but it helped when they were in groups. He heard the door open to his right, not bothering to look up as his eyes tracked a spirit walking around the back of the building in interest. “Not the brightest...” He muttered to himself, lighting up a cigarette and putting the end in his mouth, hoping to gain some sort of buzz from it.  @honeyrough 

[loveisbraveandwild]

NO ONE IS FUCKIGN AWAKENYALL IM YELLN G SNFNS

[kimnamsjoon]

ilu you are so sweet, im crying into my fist!!!! thank you for wishing me a happy weekend

ohhhhh, deadlines are the worst I’ve got a bunch coming up too akhdjd i wish u all the luck on them u can do it!! 💕💗💖adljdjd everytime someone says they love how much i love joon I gain 37 years to my life thank u ilu

[dragontidess]

I feel like I’m just sitting watching every fandom die simultaneously

[moved-larvaloverlord]

talking to ppl is hard and makes me want 2 cry

[ghoststrawberries]

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ive been yelln at myself to buy a new binder for like a month cause my current one is too small now but im too much of an anxious paranoid fool to actually buy a new one!!!!!! damn when will i stop sabotaging myself!!!!! 

[eruhamster]

legit tho that twitter post about guys pretending women are mad when they talk is so relevant 

every time i have a discussion with certain guys i know

‘LOL YOU GET SO ANGRY’

i’m sorry i don’t whisper all my opinions quietly??? not like im yelln or nothing i just like to debate assfuck