#the girls at my school were mostly the type to rip ur head off for saying shit like that and the ones who said it

[vaporvipermedia]

HI HI VIPER I HOPE UR DOING GOOD ‼️💕

I’m obsessed with the sirens and saw that interactions were open 😼

I’d love to see how Tomi-Grey and Grace(or rlly any of them) would interact!!

have a good day and tysm in advance 😽

Grace & Tomi-Grey Interaction

Ahhh tysm Jas! I’m glad so many people like The Sirens! It makes me inspired to work on them more. Including my other characters I need to get to.

Now onto Grace and Tomi-Grey!

When reading up on Tomi I couldn’t help but think that Grace would be intimidated by them. Not in a “Oh no she’s going to rip my head off” type of way. But in a “Oh no she’s too cool for me to stand next to” kind of way. 

Although all The Sirens can read minds, I feel like Grace would be able to sense people’s intentions well. So whenever she meets Tomi, she would pick up quickly that they don’t want to bring her any harm. The fact that Grace has encountered several apex predators in her past that gave her hell, but yet feels relaxed around one now at school just seems wholesome to me.

And since they’re work buddies at Monstro Lounge, Tomi can help out Grace whenever she’s tasked with dishes. Which is kind of a problem since this girl is accident prone. So, Tomi being there by her would be a great service to all the workers. 

While still on this co-worker topic, Grace would most definitely invite them to her tea break with her sisters. Probably tapping on her shoulder and mustering up the courage to talk to Tomi since she’s very quiet. “It would be nice if you joined my sisters and I…You don’t have to of course! PLEASE DON’T FEEL PRESSURED-“ and will continue to freak out from there.

But after that whole fiasco, Grace will be sipping happily out of her tea set that she hand picked herself for the occasion with Tomi being bombarded by The Siren’s chatty nature…Mostly Mitzy’s though. In that moment, I can just imagine that Grace is happy that she invited someone on her own without her sister’s help. Smiling to herself realizing that she’s achieved one of her goals, speaking up for herself. 

So really, Grace would be appreciative to Tomi for dealing with her all this time and just making her at peace. She’ll most definitely invite her to tea breaks again.

[heauxzenji]

Brainrot Kinktober - 10/1

nice guys finish last

Hate sex: Shigeru Yahaba x Fem!Reader

Warnings: oral sex (f. receiving), sex (protected), kinda unhealthy relationship? Lmfaoooo idk how to tag a hate fuck but that’s what it is... frat boys. frat au- frat boys always come with a warning.

Word Count: 1.7k

Brainrot Kinktober Mlist

Of all the people in your contemporary issues seminar, it was just your luck that you had to be paired with Shigeru Yahaba for your midterm project. He was the arrogant, know-it-all, frat boy type that you loathed. It wasn’t that you knew you’d get a bad grade, actually quite the opposite; you both had some of the highest marks in the class- no, it was the fact that you had to spend time with someone who had such an inflated ego, and made it a point to let everyone know that his dad was on the university board of trustees or that his fraternity won the greek wars the past 2 years in a row- Every. Time. He. Opened. His. mouth. But begrudgingly, you had to do this to pass.

After texting back and forth sporadically for a few days, you had agreed to meet and work on the paper in your dorm, as you told Yahaba there was no way in hell you were stepping foot into his frat’s house. You felt a lot better doing the assignment on your terms this way. He, however, decided to show up almost an hour late to the pre-arranged meeting time, only further fuelling your disdain.

“Sorry,” he said flatly, tossing his backpack down to the floor. “Our pledges had a mission that ran over time and as Pledge Master I-“

“I don’t care,” you cut him off. “Let’s just get this project over with, yeah?”

You both set up your laptops and sat in an uncomfortable silence. Every once in a while, one of you would mention the topic at hand for the project, discussing a detail or commenting on the formatting of the paper you had to co-author. But mostly, the air was riddled with a heaviness, a lingering tension that was as close to breaking as possible. It was about an hour and a half before he opened his mouth to actually make conversation- and of course, he chose to press the issue.

“You know… I never really knew what your whole deal was with me,” he chuckled. “You seem to be the only person on this campus that has it out for me…”

“I don’t have it out for you,” you replied. “I just simply don’t like you.” You went back to work, typing feverishly in an attempt to draw your silence back in.

“But… why?” His tone changed, almost to one of desperation. One that let you know that he wanted you to validate him. But you could never give him that satisfaction.

“Because trustfund boys like you are a waste of time, space, and energy!” You yelled. Yahaba’s eyes widened.

“Well at least I don’t think I’m better than everybody for being a loner without friends!” He yelled back.

“At least I don’t have to fucking pay for friends,” you spat. “I worked for everything I have, I worked hard to get here! You think you should just be able to get by because daddy’s money keeps the school afloat!”

Your faces were lingering mere inches from each other, anger boiling over into a sickening feeling of contempt- but also an overwhelming arousal? The feeling of those sinfully familiar butterflies welled up in your abdomen as you stared into his eyes.

It was in a fluid motion that his lips found yours, teeth feverishly tugging at your bottom lip to allow entrance to your mouth. Your head was spinning as you tried to comprehend your current position- but your senses were overriding thought. You melted into the kiss, allowing your jaw to fall open just enough for Yahaba to swipe his tongue against yours. You paused for a second, stopping to look him in the eyes again, seeing his now hooded with an entirely different story than the hateful narrative you had been writing for them the entire semester.

“If we’re going to do this,” you started, taking the time to take a deep inhale before you finished your sentence:

“If we’re going to do this, you better not fucking tell anyone- or you’re dead.”

“Scouts honor,” Yahaba replied, licking his lips and giving you a shit-eating grin. Even though you were thoroughly convinced he had never been a scout, you couldn’t be bothered to care. He kissed you once more, pushing you into the couch before starting to sloppily trail kisses down your jawline, neck, and collarbones. He placed both hands at your waist, pinning you to the surface below as he used his teeth to pull up your shirt, feathering more kisses down your torso. You watched him wistfully, mindlessly following his lead.

You began to kick off your leggings, wriggling them down your thighs while Yahaba had removed his shirt. He found his way back to your mouth, placing sloppy open-mouthed kisses to it as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of your slowly dampening underwear, tossing them to the floor. He ran a finger up your now glistening slit- the sudden sensation of which earned a gasp of surprise from you. Examining his finger, he slowly licked your arousal from it.

“Delicious,” he smirked, positioning his head and body in between your legs, his own feet dangling from the couch. He looked up at you one last time.

“I hope you’re ready for this....” he teased. He wasted no time, flattening his tongue against your core. You inhaled sharply, one hand finding his hair and the other palming one of your now exposed breasts. You rolled your nipple between your fingers as he went to work, lapping at your folds with an almost sinfully slow pace.

“Fuck I need- MORE!” You could barely get the last word out when you were jolted by the feeling of suction his mouth had made on your clit. Slowly, Yahaba had slid a finger at your slit, slowly pushing it within your plush walls, several soft moans escaping your lips. He curled his finger inside of you once or twice before lazily slipping another in, making sure to keep the pressure also building around your clit, rapidly darting his tongue against it.

He released you from his mouth with a pop, fingers still pumping away. He was motivated by the moans you were so desperately holding back- he wasn’t supposed to be making you feel this good. You hated him, you hated what he stood for- why give him the satisfaction of having you come undone at his touch?

“Come on, y/n,” he coaxed. “I know you’re a raging fucking bitch- but can you sound real pretty for me? Let me hear how pretty you sound, tell me how good my fingers feel inside your pretty little hole...”

“Hmmmph~ fuck,” you whined. He quickened his pace. “It feels so- mmmm- so good.”

“Good girl.” His mouth found its way to your clit once again as he removed his fingers from your cunt, bringing them to your lips. You quickly opened your mouth for them, tasting your essence and humming as you wrapped your lips around them. Your eyes fluttered closed as you could feel the knot in your abdomen slowly starting to rip.

“I’m going to c-“ you choked out a half sentence, stopping as you felt your climax ripped away from you as Yahaba removed his mouth from the bundle of nerves, leaving your spasming pussy desperate for attention.

“No you’re not,” he growled. He tore his joggers from his body, boxers following immediately after. Spitting into his hand, he stroked his already hardened cock; looking at you lustfully. He used his free hand to reach into the pocket of his joggers, pulling out his wallet, followed by a condom.

“I’m always prepared,” he winked. As much as you wanted to smack the smug look off of his face, you knew that he would be able to scratch the growing itch you had. You just wish he wasn’t able to talk through it.

“Shut up,” you retorted. “Just fuck me before I change my mind.” You swivelled your hips in anticipation, watching him prepare himself. He lined himself up with your core, sliding himself against your opening.

“Shiiiit,” he hissed, slowly sinking into you. Your head flew back as the feeling of fullness overtook your lower half. Yahaba started moving at an even pace, snapping his hips against you with each thrust. You threw your arm around his side, coaxing him to move a little faster.

“For someone who can’t stand me, you sure are needy,” Yahaba laughed, continuing to pull himself in and out of you at a teasingly slow rate.

“I said shut up and fuck me- that’s all you need to be doing,” you commanded.

He bent down even closer to you, bucking himself into you deeply, attaching his tongue to the sweet spot just below your ear and sinking his teeth into the soft flesh. He started pounding away at your pussy, satiated by the stream of curses and needy moans spilling from your lips. Your nails absentmindedly dug into his back, clawing at him to make sure you could feel every inch of him dragging through your soaking wet walls. The familiar knot in the bottom of your stomach was building itself up yet again, only made larger by Yahaba pressing his hand against your abdomen to deliver more quick and hard thrusts, hitting at just the perfect angle to cause you to snap.

“Fuckfuckfuck I’m- oh my god- I’m cumming!” You choked out as your vision went blurred. Yahaba didn’t let up, continuing to thrust as you rode out the high, your walls spasming around him. Once you went limp, he pulled out, hair still perfectly coiffed and sticking to his forehead from the sweat. He began to dress himself again as you lay sprawled on the couch, your body beginning to prickle with sensation again.

“Wait,” you paused. “You didn-”

“Nah,” he threw his shirt back on. He hadn’t finished himself. You were a little hurt- did he think you were trash?

“I wanted to prove to you that even if you hate me, I’m a pretty good guy… a good guy would never let you go unfinished.”

The hurt you had felt turned into the contempt you knew instinctively.

“Fuck you,” you huffed, pulling your t-shirt back over your own head.

“You just did,” he smirked.

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[twentytwoyearoldchild]

The First Post

To be honest, I’m not expecting anybody to read these or actually find them, or even care. 

This is for me. Be it for the sake of journaling, therapy, word vomit, whatever. 

An opportunity to let go. 

I guess I’ll start from the top

Shit’s been weird as fuck; as it has been for a lot of people. It was my last day of uni forever the day we shut down for the first covid quarantine, my apartment lease was up in a few months, and I didn’t have a job anymore. I was fortunate enough to have extended family in the area with whom I could move in with after my lease was up. Fast forward a few months and I’m home again. 

I really thought I had overcome a lot of shit I was dealing with when I moved out after high school. I had a routine, it wasn’t always healthy but it got me through. But damn has it hit hard since I’ve been back at home. Don’t get me wrong, I love my parents, they’re good parents; they’ve grown a lot since I’ve been away. But there’s always something that doesn’t change. Or, it’s evolved in a weird way that’s not as bad but still like an “are you kidding me,” type of vibe. 

I can’t believe I’m still being so fucking vague, like no matter how hard I try I can’t just say it, fuck I cant even type it. 

How do I even streamline everything in my head. I’ve never thought about how I feel cause it makes me mad, and I don’t like being angry. I don’t like how it makes me feel. 

Why the fuck I have so many issues coming from a family that wasn’t terrible, just had it’s little quirks, beats me. 

My mom, I love her to bits, she works her ass off for us and I am eternally grateful for that. Our relationship hasn’t always been good, it only really improved until after I turned 19. We used to fight a lot. But not in the fist fighting sense. It was mostly me doing things she didn’t want me doing but I did any way so she just yelled at me all the time. She used to hit me and my siblings when we were kids. She never beat us until we turned blue, and it didn’t make her a bad mom when she would tell me to grab her heels instead of a belt. 

I have never talked about this memory, thought about this memory, it is one I like to keep locked away. I must have been 8, we had just recently moved the year before. I remember running upstairs, my mom was chasing me, yelling at me. Saying she was gonna beat me until I bled. I remember being cornered, screaming, crying, looking up at her, and that’s all I remember. That’s where the memory ends. My memories don’t pick up again until I was about 11 years old. 

I used to hate her for it, but I know now that she was just coping with her anger the only way she knew how, and I don’t blame her for it. It was normal for her, it was normal for us. 

Wow I feel like I went off track, but hey there’s your not so tragic backstory, just a kid with a mom who had anger issues sometimes. UGH man I hate talking about this. Cause I know it could have been worse. I think that’s one of the reasons I have never talked about it, wrote about it, or anything, is cause it could have been worse. What point is there in telling someone if it doesn’t change anything. Like why the fuck am I so altered by a childhood that wasn’t even that bad. 

Anyway

Because of that we used to fight a lot. 

My mom is your typical girly girl, does her nails, and im not gonna lie she is very pretty. She takes good care of herself. 

I am very much the opposite. I got into alt-rock at an early age and fell in love with being all angsty. I cut my hair off, wore baggy band tees, black skinny jeans, and topped it off with my huge ass DC sneakers. I pierced my own ears a few times, pierced my friends ears. I tried piercing my LIP when I was 10, the needle only went in half way. That shit still makes me laugh. 

Basically, I looked like a little emo boy and I liked it. I liked the way people would avoid looking into my eyes, or would look away quickly, or called me sir. I think I liked it so much only because my mom hated it. 

She used to be very... vain? I mean low key still is, but whatever. Right about 10 years old is when I remember my mom making comments about my weight. I did sports in school, but it was never enough to stop my mom from telling me I was too heavy, or that I wasn’t sucking in my stomach enough. There were other things going on at home that I think snowballed it but that’s for another time.

I’ve never called it an eating disorder but I guess that’s what it was. What it is. It wasn’t debilitating, I never got underweight, I looked normal and healthy. It wasn’t as bad as it could have been. I stopped eating, I tried puking, I started binging. Not enough to cause attention, just enough to feel in control because I didn’t know how else to deal with everything going on. 

After I moved out, I thought I had moved past it. I really thought I was doing something, and getting buff, that was the goal: get ripped as fuck. I was going to the gym 6 days a week, for an hour or two, lifting weights. But I wasn’t eating. I had no idea I wasn’t eating, I was just busy. Always busy. 

I didn’t realize how much it affected me until last year. An acquaintance of mine asked me if I was “ok” because I was looking “really thin”. Never in my Life had I heard those words directed at me, ever. That shook me So Hard. 

I don’t want this to be a dunk on my mom, I love her so much, and she’s grown so much as a person and as a mother. I’ve forgiven her. Which is why this shit makes me so mad ‘cause it’s like, “I’ve forgiven her but why can’t I make it stop,”

TLDR;

Okay All of this to say: Im back home 

quarantine has definitely fucked up my weight, as it has for many others. but now being back at home with my mom telling me everyday 

wow ur getting fat

if u dont exercise youll get fat

I see your double chin you need to loose weight. 

like WHY is it fucking me up. why is my parents fighting and ignoring each other again still fucking me up. Why cant i sit down tune that shit out and just fucking work like i need to. Why cant i fucking eat. why is it so hard to just say “i need help but i dont know how”

It’s been a week and I have totally ignored everyone that’s been reaching out to me.

Why do I feel so guilty.

Man, I feel like such a whiny bitch baby. 

[lucefrs]

[ snoop dogg vc ] greetings loved ones ! yes im referencing songs from 2010 , if u see me having a mental breakdown about 2020 marking the end of the decade it’s fine jus look the other way x anyways , hi hey i’m tasha and i’m v excited to be here ! lit rally trying to think of a fun fact abt myself , but my brains rly like no thoughts head empty .. but uk who cld tell u a lot of facts abt themselves ? my bb luce ! amazing segway ik .. without further ado ...

⌠ ALANA CHAMPION, 21, CIS FEMALE, SHE/HER ⌡ welcome to gallagher academy, LUCIE ‘LUCE’ FREAR! originally hailing from BELFAST, IRELAND, they were exposed to too much during the protest, and the academy is now in charge of their safe care. when i see them walking around in the halls, i usually see a flash of wrinkled charity shop tees adorning bands she’s never heard of, a rushed manicure on calloused fingers and a wash of mottled purple hues under her eyes. when it’s the aries’s birthday on 4/3/1998, on the bad nights they request their FRIES WITH EXTRA SALT from the school’s chefs. looks like they’re safe in witness protection.

backstory .

lucie was born in northern ireland to a middle-class family , very involved in one another’s lives ! growing up she was engrossed in american culture , through music mostly .. through bruce springsteen mostly .. but also all the super-american teen tv like 90210, the oc, gossip girl etc ... 

thus, she was pretty dead set on moving to america asap , because rationale ? realistic expectation ? she has none of that . zero , zilch . she’s always been pretty fiercely independent , making her way and winding up in sticky situations more often than not , but that’s also kind of the way she was raised , a v much drifting in n out one another’s lives , running into ur pop at the pub , deep chats at 2am when ma’s up knitting for wtvr reason and she comes stumbling in red-eyed n heartbroken by another guy in a shitty indie band . 

so while there were def tears shed when her family saw her off at the airport , they were emotionally supportive , even if they cldn’t be financially supportive n that honestly still means the world 2 her . she misses them a lot , cries abt it sometimes rip . how did she have the money to hop the pond ? well . she didn’t .. she’d saved enough ( odd jobs here ‘n there ) for the plane ticket , n bnbs for a couple of months n figured she’d wing the rest of it , had no plans of going to college 

her inability to hold a job made her reconsider , she spent way 2 much time talking to the customers , or going off with them which wld always lead to a spat w/ her superiors , probably always in the wrong , but that wouldn’t stop her from parting w/ some poorly constructed rant abt how capitalism was ruining everything , def the type of gurl to get whatever she knows abt marx from tumblr dfghjk

uk when walter white calls jesse and asks if he has plans and he’s like yeah ... and then walt roasts him n says eating cheetos watching porn and masturbating does not count as plans .. a direct @ at miss luce . but in the midst of that n endless swiping on tinder n seeking arrangements , she gets a sugar daddy . iconic , her mind . uses the pleading eyes emoji like pay for my tuition pwease n thats how she ends up at georgetown 

she gives school her best effort but she can’t commit 2 shit , so she’s kinda just vibing there , skipping classes whenever , going to all these events n eventually winds up befriending a lot of the protesters , b/c she sees the passion n purpose they have n is just kinda hoping some of it will rub off on her . a bit broken up abt the deaths , but also feels like a fraud b/c she was just there , n all the protesters r like in it in it , n she’s somehow got them to believe she’s in it in it too n she wants to be but also like , she just wants to be the lead in an all girls folk-rock-synth band so . has never dealt with death in any capacity so she’s a bit like .. how does one compute this

personality & physicality . 

she's an aries sun , libra moon which is literally described as ‘ rebellious without a cause ‘ and i’d say that sums her up p well . her passion is intense as heck but short lived , she’s flighty and fidgety .

however, she’s super amiable , will talk with anyone . doesn’t rly shut up tbh . n therefore , makes friends pretty easily n is as much as a survival tool as it is just a positive trait to have .

definitely a go big or go home person . w/ everything includin lov , falls in love 456784 times a day , hozier’s someone new is her anthem . she tends to wring ppl a lil bit dry too fast too soon , comes on too strong , falls too fast n hits the ground equally as hard , then does it all again . a vicious cycle tbh .

plays guitar n writes songs , sings at local open mics . has great stage presence but always gets on stage when she’s had one too many , while leaves her ad-libbing half the songs she’s singing n sometimes crying , n saying fuck u to her old bosses and old flames ( one in the same ? / who knowz ) .

kinda feral sometimes , shld probably brush her hair more often . always wearing last night’s make up , never dresses boring  thinks of it as a cardinal sin to dress boring . looks at this lil gallagher stint as an adventure .. miss has a big storm coming

 *wipes sweat from my brow like spongebob* why do i feel like i’ve written so much and yet none of it is of substance .. a nightmare , it’s rl and im living it . but ! pls pls pls feel free to slide into my dms or discord and plot , i’m truly up for anything luce’s great in the way that she’s practically a blank canvas for anything so ! i look forward to plotting with y’all <3

[dclly]

     hello friends !! it’s ya gal moose (she/her, 21, cst) & i’m finally home from work bless!!! i’m just ur local…..run of the mill bug-loving canadian. this intro is gna be messa af but…it be like that sometimes. i am so very thirsty so pls if u wanna plot just hmu or like this and i’ll come to u! u can also catch me on d*scord @ bug lady 🦗#8530 if u prefer that!

     pls be advised that there are mentions of: trauma, sexual assault, ed, drug use & addiction below!

     #KRISTINE FROSETH | CISFEMALE | SHE/HER | BISEXUAL - DOROTHY LINDVIG is a TWENTY-ONE year old ICE SKATING INSTRUCTOR that moved into apartment A2 a good TWO YEARS ago. the AQUARIUS has been in town for TWENTY-ONE YEARS overall and is well known around seattle ridge for being +VIVACIOUS +CLEVER, but has a reputation of being -ALOOF and -FACETIOUS. guess that’s why they call them the AMARANTH around these parts! (moose, 21, she/her, cst.)

ok so !!!! first thing’s first, she usually goes by the nickname dolly. but she doesn’t care too much abt what u call her u can call her fuckass and she’d just be like what’s up

she’s a town native !!! grew up in a shitty area w a kind of shitty family. parents were never around, always off on benders or just….generally bein shitty parents. dolly & her older brother had to learn how to take care of themselves when they were pretty young and they’ve always done just fine. they didn’t have a lot of money so dolly got pretty good at playing up the cute lil girl role and getting free stuff out of ppl

as much as she claims she relies only on herself, she also relies heavily on the kindness of strangers bc without them she definitely would have gone hungry for real

in order to stay away from her house as much as possible she would hang out at the skating rink as a kid & eventually after stealing a pair of skates from the lost & found she taught herself how to skate & eventually figure skate as well. she’s always wanted to go pro but…..obviously couldn’t afford the training or put in any of the effort required to go all the way.

her brother used to throw pretty big ragers in their place when their parents were gone so……she started drinking & doing drugs at a pretty young age & just generally hanging out with ppl who were much older than her & v bad influences.

trauma tw & sexual assault tw !! it was at one of these parties that she had a traumatic assault experience w one of her brother’s friends when she was a teenager. to this day, she still hasn’t told anyone about what happened. it happened on more than one occasion and her brother is still friends w this boy so she just…..does her best to avoid him & pretend that nothing ever happened bc she refuses to acknowledge her trauma

she was pretty popular in school but never rly felt like she had any true friends ??? none of her relationships were all that deep and she mostly just hung out with people to get free stuff LMAO and like rides places i guess

but she does have her lil group of friends that she truly cares abt and when she actually cares abt u…….she’s around for LIFE u cant get rid of her sorry

she got emancipated when she was 16 and has been living on her own ever since. at first she’d would just stay at friend’s houses and sleep on their couches, but that stopped when she finally got a job at the skating rink teaching kids how to skate & got a new place to live. she’s been chillin working there and living in the apartment building for a couple of years now

definitely has had……many sugar daddy-type relationships in the past bc she would much rather have money handed to her u know

that is…..a v brief outline of her life up until this point but imma talk a bit abt her personality now

she is…..very magnetic tbH. knows how to draw in a group and keep them interested

knows how to bat her eyelashes and flirt if it means she’ll get something out of it

she’s kind of mean, kind of not ??? she is v moody a lot of the time tbh like it’s either hit or miss with her. sometimes she’ll be in the mood to have a big long chat and in a split second she’ll be telling u to fuck off

likes to know everyone else’s drama but doesn’t like having drama of her own

kind of does her own thing ???? marches to the beat of her own drum. doesn’t rly follow any rules. she’s just out here

does most things out of spite. even if she doesn’t want to do something, if someone tells her she cant do something she’s gna do it no matter what

very animated and lively. the type to dance in the middle of the grocery store if a song she likes is playing

also the type to dance on tables at the club

doesn’t rly care what ppl think about her but…..does at the same time ??? if ur important to her she cares deeply abt ur opinion but if not……..she doesn’t give a FUCK

she always has to keep herself busy or else she’ll lose her mind :))))

will do…….literally anything to get something for free ??? doesn’t matter what it is or who u are. she can HATE u but…..she will still give u head behind the 7/11 for a free slurpee u know :/

i wouldn’t say she’s hypersexual but she is highly sexual thx to her trauma !!!

she is friendly yet distant at the same time so like……while she will happily talk to u and hang out with u and whatever she avoids deep conversation topics ig ??? she always finds a way to leave or change the subject when it gets serious or make a joke out of things bc she can’t………talk abt stuff ajsdfjkgdjgk

a very witty & clever girl. she’s v smart and would have done well in school had she had a slightly better life & didn’t have to worry abt whether or not she would starve

some extra tidbits abt her !!!

a good portion of her clothing is vintage/thrifted. she would describe her aesthetic as a 70s teenage boy’s wet dream. shoes are her fave & she’s always wearing some funky type of boot or platform shoe

just a real fashion bitch !!!!

catch her online shopping at almost any given moment

mental breakdown haircuts at 2am are her Mood

she loves going to cute lil vintage diners & drinkin a cherry coke 4 the aesthetic u know

can’t keep a relationship to save her life. will date someone and put herself FULLY into the relationship but…….will either get bored or cheat on them or put them up on a pedestal so it’s destined to fail after one lil mistake or do something to fuck it up 

she is a self-sabotager like that bc she doesn’t believe she’s deserving of love or any good things really :///

smokes too many cigarettes

drug use & addiction tw !! smokes a lot of weed as well. catch ya girl doing fat bong rips all day long. also does a lot of cocaine. has a coke addiction, in fact. also catch her running away to the bathroom for a bump 12 times a day. she rly just…..doesn’t like being sober, she tryna run away from shit

her fave colour is red

she has a cat named freddie who she adores more than anything else on the planet

likes to play poker & gamble

will literally try anything once

hates herself & is rotting inside!!!!!!!!!!!!

eating disorder tw !! another symptom from her trauma is the eating disorder she developed as a teen. food is…..one of her few things in life she can fully control so she controls it a Lot. 

just wants to have fun and forget abt how disgusting she feels on a daily basis & how much she hates herself :))))))))))

generally just………….a messy bitch

this is……a LOT. i don’t have a full wc page or anything atm but here are some lil connection ideas for her!!

friends !! ppl that don’t actually know her all that well but she pretends they do anyway

perhaps………………a best friend……….

exes !! ya girl puts her whole entire being into relationships even tho she runs away from them right after bc self sabotage ???? so she prob isn’t on good terms with any of her exes but……she’s my bi queen so this is open to anybody!!!! would prob b really angsty which is grand

a drug dealer perhaps??

party buddies, drinking buddies, w/e. bad influences. let them influence each other to be Worse

previous fwbs & hookups, that kinda thing, she prob has a lot

maybe someone she cheated on a partner with ??? for Drama

or like….someone who’s relationship she fucked up idk

maybe someone who has a crush on her or something & she’s like…….pls don’t what r u doing……..gotta Jet

a good influence??? someone please help her.

idK i want angst & cute fluffy stuff so just everything is good rly

tbh i will prob do an actual wc page at some point but here is what i have for now

this was a lot i am sorry. bless u for reading this far thank u. 

[beer-and-breakdowns]

do all 150 !! :)

Thanks for this Anon, I needed something to do, lmaoo

1. Who was the last person you held hands with?

My ex, which was a LOOONG time ago, lol

2. Are you outgoing or shy?

I’d say I’m a bit of both really, if I get to know you, I’d say I’m super outgoing but with new people I tend to be a little shy, unless the person I’m meeting has a lot in common with me personality wise and interest wise.

3. Who are you looking forward to seeing?

Well, I think I’m going out with one of my best friends tonight so her I guess!:)  (But the way I interpret this question, I’m also very excited to see a bunch of bands in the coming year, BFMV, Parkway, Currents, Slayer, Wage War, it’s looking good B))

4. Are you easy to get along with?

I’d say so! :)

5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you?

Yeah, I think so, she’s super kind-hearted.

6. What kind of people are you attracted to?

People with common ground with me.  Metalheads, laid-back people, fans of the same shit as me, etc.

7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now?

Hahahahahahahanope.

8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind?

My mum bc my parents get back from a holiday today!  But also, that one person thats pretty much always on my mind, lol, rip meeee

No, lol

10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with?

One of mutuals!:)

11. What does the most recent text that you sent say?

Directions of where to find me for someone picking me up from work, lmaoo, HOW EXCITING

12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now?

NOT THIS QUESTION D:  This is gonna be hard, and I can almost guarantee it wont be the same when you read this, lol.

Architects - Downfall, Polaris - Lucid, Currents - Forget Me, Architects - Doomsday, Currents - Life//Lost

13. Do you like it when people play with your hair?

Yeah, kinda lol

14. Do you believe in luck and miracles?

I believe in luck, I think!  Not miracles tho, rip

15. What good thing happened this summer?

Well, it’s not over yet, but DOWNLOAD 2018 YEEEET!!

16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?

Yeah, why not

17. Do you think there is life on other planets?

For sure!  I love believing all that crazy shit, its fun, and also very plausible!

18. Do you still talk to your first crush?

Nah, lol

19. Do you like bubble baths?

I like baths, but haven’t had a proper bubble bath in years (NO, I’m not a smelly bitch that doesn’t wash, I shower everyday)

20. Do you like your neighbors?

I dont know them super well bc I moved house a couple of years ago but from what I can tell yeah, they’re really nice!

21. What are you bad habits?

Nail biting, mostly.  I’m shit with money too if that counts, lol

22. Where would you like to travel?

LITERALLY EVERYWHERE OMG.  But a US road trip is on my bucket list!

23. Do you have trust issues?

Nope

24. Favorite part of your daily routine?

Probably my nightly music/tumblr session.  It’s so relaxing and my music taste is the fuckin’ bomb.

25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with?

Probably my legs tbh, rip

26. What do you do when you wake up?

Scroll social media whilst my PC loads, lol

27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker?

Neither, but if I HAD to choose, darker

28. Who are you most comfortable around?

My closest friends

29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up?

Nah, I don’t recall that anyway, rip

30. Do you ever want to get married?

Definitely!  Just, not for a little while

31. Is your hair long enough for a pony tail?

Nope, wish it was tho (not for the pony tail, just want long hair, lol)

32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with?

Alexis Kaufman aaaaaaaaand Emily Kinney, maybe?

33. Spell your name with your chin.

oi9wen, went better than I thought, lol

34. Do you play sports? What sports?

HA no

35. Would you rather live without TV or music?

TV 10000000000000%

36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them?

Yup

37. What do you say during awkward silences?

Nothing really, lmaoo!  I do try to start a new conversation if I’m not feeling too awkward tho!

38. Describe your dream girl/guy?

Ummm, I know them irl, lol.  Cute as hell, blonde, blue eyes, funny, kind as fuck, an all-round sweetheart with the looks to match.  

39. What are your favorite stores to shop in?

HMV, lol

40. What do you want to do after high school?

I WANNA PLAY MUSIC FOR A LIVING but that shits hard so idk bc nothing else interest me the way music does:(  Maybe something with psychology and killers.

41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?

Yes, 100%.  I fully believe rehabilitation and reformation can work for everyone with the right tools.

42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean?

I’m either super tired or feeling sorry for myself, lmaoo

43. Do you smile at strangers?

Yup, most of the time!

44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean?

Space, even tho I’m scared of heights so getting in the rocket would be an ISSUE.  But the ocean is fuckin’ spooky man, I ain’t goin’ down there :o

45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning?

Being awake, lmaoo.  I sleep for more hours than I should but I’m not one for staying in bed and once I’m up, I’m up.

46. What are you paranoid about?

Not having a stable life after Uni tbh, the real world terrifies me, lol help.  But also, and probably moreso never making any progress with my music and hopeful music career.

47. Have you ever been high?

Nope

48. Have you ever been drunk?

Yeeeeeee

49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about?

Nah

50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore?

Black, probably, I dont normally wear hoodies tbh :o

51. Ever wished you were someone else?

Originally, I was gonna say no, but then I remembered someone that I’ll forever be jealous of, so yes

52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself?

My legs probably hahaha

53. Favourite makeup brand?

What’s makeup?

54. Favourite store?

HMV, again, lol

55. Favourite blog?

Probably either @lovelyfoxes, @meowsonmeows, @emilyharrisxvii and @strawberry-sarcasm

56. Favourite colour?

Black (Dont go telling me that shits a shade and not a colour bc I’ll still say black.)

57. Favourite food? 

INDIAN FOOD PLS

58. Last thing you ate?

Katsu chicken

59. First thing you ate this morning?

^^^ Katsu chicken (I woke up late, okay)

60. Ever won a competition? For what?

Nah, not that I can remember lol

61. Been suspended/expelled? For what?

Nope

62. Been arrested? For what?

7328916312 times.  Being annoying :): :))::)::) (No)

63. Ever been in love?

Yup, rip

64. Tell us the story of your first kiss?

Idk, I kissed a girl.  Sorry it was super long ago and I didn’t think much of it at the time, it sorta just happened, lol

65. Are you hungry right now?

Nah, I’m FULL boii

66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends?

No, but some of my tumblr frands are my irl friends

67. Facebook or Twitter?

Twitter 1000000%

68. Twitter or Tumblr?

Tumblr 1000000000000%

69. Are you watching tv right now?

Nope, havent in a while tbh

70. Names of your bestfriends? 

Emily, Zac, Laura, Leo, Ethan

71. Craving something? What?

Attention.  Of a specific person.  YES PLS.

72. What colour are your towels?

White, black and grey.

72. How many pillows do you sleep with?

Twooo

73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals?

Nope

74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have?

7328131691

75. Favourite animal?

FOXES.  Or wolves.  Unless Dinosaurs count.

76. What colour is your underwear?

Grey

77. Chocolate or Vanilla?

Vanilla, man

78. Favourite ice cream flavour?

Salted Caramel

79. What colour shirt are you wearing?

Black, lol

80. What colour pants?

V dark blue

81. Favourite tv show?

Atm, probablyyyyy The Walking Dead, Ray Donovan and WWE, lmaoo

82. Favourite movie?

The Domestics just recently took the spot over Pulp Fiction.  WATCH IT.

83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2?

Only seen the first one, lel

84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street?

21 Jump Street

85. Favourite character from Mean Girls?

Me

86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo?

Me (Prolly the turtle)

87. First person you talked to today?

My friend Leo

88. Last person you talked to today?

Who knows, probably my friend Emily

89. Name a person you hate?

Most modern “musicians”

90. Name a person you love?

Alexis Kaufman

91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now?

Nope :)

92. In a fight with someone?

Nah, ya boii is mostly pacifist, I wont start shit

93. How many sweatpants do you have?

Like, 1 pair, lol

94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have?

Prolly like 5 or 6?

95. Last movie you watched?

Looper

96. Favourite actress?

Hard to think atm, so probably off the top of my head Emily Blunt.

97. Favourite actor?

Mark Wahlberg or Johnny Depp

98. Do you tan a lot?

Hahahah, thats a massive nope

99. Have any pets?

I used to have a lil cat dude, but nah, not anymore

100. How are you feeling?

I’m goooood :)

101. Do you type fast?

Yeah, lmao

102. Do you regret anything from your past?

Yeah, lol

103. Can you spell well?

Yeah, mostly, I stumble when typing sometimes, but I can correct myself quickly and its usually just a mis-click

104. Do you miss anyone from your past?

Yeah, kinda

105. Ever been to a bonfire party?

Nope

106. Ever broken someone’s heart?

Probably, tbh

107. Have you ever been on a horse?

Nah

108. What should you be doing?

Showering, oops

109. Is something irritating you right now?

Nah, not really! :)

110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt?

Yes yes and YES

111. Do you have trust issues?

Nope

112. Who was the last person you cried in front of?

Honestly I think it was my friend Emily, lol (U remember if ur reading this, Sax is never a good idea)

113. What was your childhood nickname?

I didn’t really have one :o

114. Have you ever been out of your province/state?

Yup, been to a few different countries

115. Do you play the Wii?

Used to, lol

116. Are you listening to music right now?

Yeah boiiiiii B)

117. Do you like chicken noodle soup?

It’s pretty good!

118. Do you like Chinese food?

Ummmm yes

119. Favourite book?

Sorry internet, I’m not a massive reader 3  I don’t really have one :(

120. Are you afraid of the dark?

Nah, used to be as a kid tho

121. Are you mean?

Nah, man

122. Is cheating ever okay?

No.  There’s probably a very VERY specific scenario brought on by many other specific actions within a relationship where it might, MAYBE, slightly be the smallest bit justified, but I don’t know what that would be off the top of my head and no one should break someone’s trust like that.

123. Can you keep white shoes clean?

Nah, my shoes get dirty no matter where I go, lol

124. Do you believe in love at first sight?

Yup

125. Do you believe in true love?

Yeah

126. Are you currently bored?

Nah, I love tumblr asks, dude

127. What makes you happy?

Music, friends and escapsim

128. Would you change your name?

Nah, I’ve come to terms with it now

129. What your zodiac sign?

Libra

130. Do you like subway?

Of course B)

131. Your bestfriend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?

I’d prolly see how it goes! :)  I certainly wouldn’t complain!

132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?

One of my mutuals!

133. Favourite lyrics right now?

“No matter what it is we've facedIt's now part of usWe can overcome” - As I Lay Dying - Overcome

134. Can you count to one million?

I think? hahahah

135. Dumbest lie you ever told?

I had every single PS2 game ever created... kids, eh?

136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed?

Closed 1000000%

137. How tall are you?

about 5′11″

138. Curly or Straight hair?

Straight hair on me, doesn’t make a difference on others B)

139. Brunette or Blonde?

Blonde (but Brunette is gorgeous too)

140. Summer or Winter?

Summer (But Christmas time is GREAT)

141. Night or Day?

Night, mostly!

142. Favourite month?

October, maybe?  Either than or July, idk

143. Are you a vegetarian?

Nope

144. Dark, milk or white chocolate?

Dark B)

145. Tea or Coffee?

Coffee

146. Was today a good day?

So far, yeah! :)

147. Mars or Snickers?

Mars 100000000%

148. What’s your favourite quote?

“The best thing you can do is follow your dreams“ - James Owen Sullivan (The Rev)

149. Do you believe in ghosts?

Yup, 100%!

150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page?

There isn’t one! :(

THANKS ANON!

[sincerelycreek]

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Summary: Tweek goes to a haunted house and accidentally punches a cute boy in the face. Warnings: shit writing i rushed through this A/N: OK I MEANT TO POST THIS WAY EARLIER BUT I COMPLETELY FORGOT CAUSE I WAS SO EXCITED TO TRICK OR TREAT MIGHT BE A LIL DRUNK DONT CARE UH I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT THOUGH THANKS AND TELL ME ABOUT UR HALLOWEEN ILY ALL

“I change my mind, can I go home?”

“Absolutely not!” Clyde exclaimed from the passenger side. He ignored Token’s protests, who was driving carefully, as Clyde turned around to face Tweek. “Dude, it’s going to be fun.” Without answering, Tweek rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest. Leave it to Clyde to think a setup haunted house, of all places on Halloween, would be fun. Granted, it was a better idea than visiting an actual haunted house with real ghosts. That would be the opposite of a fun night.

From beside Tweek, even Jimmy pitched in. “Y-Yeah Tweek, d-dont b-be such a p-pussy,” he stated. His type of insult made Tweek suddenly think that he was being given a personal challenge, and he silently accepted it. It was just a haunted house game, setup by their home town. Chances are it’d be lame or keep him up at night, but either way, Tweek wasn’t going to be getting out of it.

Token finally managed to get Clyde to sit in his seat properly, and in doing so continued the drive for only a few more minutes until they reached the famous haunted house. Tweek was helping Jimmy out of the car after stepping out himself, and using his free hand to nibble nervously at his thumbs nail.

Both Token and Clyde were to far ahead as they approached the opening, goofing off, so it was only Jimmy that noticed Tweek’s sudden anxiety. It wasn’t unusual for Tweek to be so anxious, but he hasn’t been as bad as he was nine years ago. “I-If you’re so s-scared, why d-didn’t you s-stay home?” Jimmy asked, studying his close friend, as he went silent. Soon, the answer quickly hit him and he understood. “I-It’s Tucker, isn’t i-it?”

The sound of the name suddenly made Tweek smile. Once realizing he was doing so, he had wiped it off his face quickly. “No,” he dismissed Jimmy’s thought, and looked away so he didn’t have to see the other’s knowing grin. Every one of Tweek’s friends knew of his quiet crush on Craig Tucker, a raven-haired boy with a serious constant bitch face. He was playing in the haunted house, and Tweek knew that. It’s why he didn’t make Token turn the car around and bring him home.

Fortunately, Jimmy was kind enough to drop the subject. That was mostly due to how they were approaching the entrance. Token, being the generous and kind one, paid for their way in despite it not being expensive at all. They wandered inside, being greeted by all things Halloween in their line of vision. From spider webs, to to pumpkins, even flashing lights. Those were what was tame though, as the small group of teenage boys knew that there was others hiding in there, ready to do their best to spook them.

That was enough to make Tweek hang behind in the line. If anything jumped out at them, it would scare Clyde and Token first, way before the shock from any outburst hit him. All thoughts of his conversation with Jimmy from earlier about Craig Tucker left his head as they wandered through. Clyde tried to puff his chest and act tough, but when a girl dressed as a fortune teller was rubbing a glittering crystal ball and looking at them menacingly. She began humming, her throat making it rough, before speaking.

“You’re gonna die today, you’re gonna die..”

Clyde chose to hide behind Token after that, and Tweek knew Jimmy would have called him the pussy next if they weren’t all being scared. The group was wandering deeper than, seeing more adults and teenagers in well done scary costumes, some jumped out, some just stared at them creepily without a word.

Tweek, still being anxious, flinched every time someone or something did jump out at him. His hands were clenched together tightly and his head twitched back and forth, his gaze meeting only spaces that these people could be hiding. Tweek tried to calm himself, breathing in through his nose, and assuring himself that nothing could be so scary that he’d have a real meltdown over it.

However, Tweek was wrong. All of a sudden, he felt as if someone was staring at the back of his head because he was hanging in the back of the group. Slowly, he came to a halt before turning his head. As soon as doing so, he calmed for a second when seeing nothing but something they’ve already passed.

That is, until, a creeking sound was heard. Tweek froze, and everything from that second seemed to go by in slow motion for him, except it was actually fast. All Tweek could see was someone reach out in the dark, their hands going straight for his shoulders, while making a groaning sound. He didn’t hesitate, a screech escaping his mouth, as his right hand tightened into a fist and he pulled his arm back before swinging it forward.

Tweek’s fist had definitely hit someone, as he felt his knuckles punch into something hard. A second later, the person cried out in pain and stumbled back, repeating the word “Fuck” again and again. Tweek gasped, realizing what he’d done, and his hands flung up to cover his mouth. “I’m so sorry!” He exclaimed, out of breath from the rush of adrenaline.

The one he’d hit so hard stumbled out of the dark. He was clearly dressed as a zombie, and clutching his nose. Tweek couldn’t tell if fake blood was dribbling from his hand or real from his hit. But his heart skipped a beat when seeing it was Craig Tucker, underneath all the fake zombie make-up and ripped up costume clothing, but glaring at Tweek with a hard stare that could kill. Honestly, Tweek wouldn’t mind that so much right now. Death seemed much better than living in this moment.

Suddenly, the area they were in was filled with Clyde’s howling laughter that bounced off the walls and echoed in their ears. Tweek looked over his shoulder and tightened his expression into his own glare when seeing Clyde bent over, clutching his gut and laughing until he was red in the face. Token, for the sake of Tweek’s dignity, was trying to hold it back. “Dude, I can’t believe you were that freakin’ scared!” Clyde shouted, pausing into between laughs.

“I wasn’t scared, I’m not a chicken,” Tweek mumbled under his breath. The tips of his ears burned, and he knew he was going red from embarrassment. He looked back at Craig, who was still glaring angrily. “I’m so, so sorry,” he repeated, this time softer. He wouldn’t be surprised if the wounded one decided to hit Tweek back. Craig still wasn’t saying anything, except just pulling his hand back to cup the blood. “C-Can I help?” He figured there wasn’t much that he could do, and wasn’t even sure if Craig wanted any help.

“You can follow me out and give me a hand,” Craig snapped, his voice more nasally than it usually was. “But if you broke anything, I’m going to kill you.” The statement was a clear threat, and honestly, Tweek still wouldn’t be minding it.

Tweek said a quick good-bye to the three. This wasn’t how he imagined his first altercation with Craig in any way, in fact this was probably the last thing he wanted. He followed Craig through a weird exit built in the haunted house, which he figured was there in the case of a fire or something in which case everyone would need to leave quickly.

“I’m really, really, sorry,” Tweek repeated for the third time, unable to think of anything else to say. They walked to Craig’s car, in the parking lot. “D-Do you want me to drive?”

“Sure.” Craig dug into his pocket, holding his nose with his free hand as he tossed Tweek the keys. “Don’t treat my car like you treated my nose.”

Tweek breathed a sigh of relief when hearing the joke, glad that the other wasn’t so mad anymore. “I’ll be more careful,” he promised.

The drive to the hospital was quiet, other than Craig’s heavy breathing. When they arrived, they were directed to the waiting room, and Craig was given a cloth to hold to his nose while he waited to be looked at. It was a strange sight for others, seeing a boy fully covered in zombie make-up and odd ripped clothings, but no one approached and asked any questions. It was Halloween, anyways. And it certainly wouldn’t be the strangest thing to happen in South Park.

“I’m sorry,” Tweek said again, when sitting next to Craig in the waiting room chairs. “I-I really didn’t mean to.”

Craig scoffed, tilting his head back. “If you say you’re sorry one more time, I’ll punch you. Harder,” he threatened. “This is the last way I wanted to start talking to someone I like.”

At his words, Tweek suddenly perked up. He didn’t feel as guilty anymore, and his chest was doing flips. “You like me?” He asked, needing a confirmation. He felt like a stupid school girl with a crush, and he was sure Craig felt the same.

Craig motioned to the wound. “Not so much anymore,” he lightly joked, finally cracking a small smile and gently kicking Tweek’s foot.

It wasn’t a surprise to anyone when they walked into school hand in hand that following Monday.

[wanna-one-imagine]

Wanna-One Kang Daniel Prince!AU (Part 1)

For anon; I don’t really know much about royalty things so bear with me lmao. You can find part 2 here and part 3 here. Enjoy! (You + Kang Daniel)

A/N: Edit above is not mine, all credit to the fan who survived long enough to finish making this! (sorry I don’t know who made it, if anyone does let me know and I’ll give credit)

Okay so let’s make up a fictional country

And in this fictional country, there is a royalty system; and the prince is guess who Kang Daniel

Doesn’t have many actual responsibilities as of now because mostly the King and his assistants take care of everything

Daniel’s job is basically to not fuck up in public and to uMMM u know carry on the dynasty 👀

He’s still in college but doesn’t really talk to anyone other than his close friends that he’s known since middle school

(like a F4 thing from Boys Over Flowers LOL)

His parents (the King and Queen in case that wasn’t clear rip) actually told him to not really talk to other people because they were afraid Daniel would be taken advantage of

But never fear Daniel has his good ol comrades: Ong and Jaehwan

Those two also had some kind of connections to people in positions of high power, whether that be through business, music, etc.

Despite how powerful they are, they surprisingly aren’t all that bad of people; all of them are pretty nice even if they slack off sometimes on their schoolwork lol

But people generally think of them as unapproachable (which they kind of are, because they’ve known each other since forever and trust one another wholeheartedly)

Anyway Daniel bodyguards and people who escort him to school, but that got awkward so he insisted on being by himself at least while on the school campus

Girls (and guys) flocked around them 

How convenient, a bunch of handsome people all hanging out together. Makes for some good pictures

You kind of... distantly knew Daniel, but obviously not well

One of Daniel’s older friends who wasn’t in college, Jisung, was your cousin

Daniel and Jisung’s parents were friends, but the two connected very well lol

Jisung and Daniel were practically like family despite their age difference, so you used to hang out with Jisung at the Kang’s palace when you were young b/c Jisung was in charge of babysitting you a lot lol

You three would do Cute Things™️ like play board games and play tag and draw pictures and giggle 

The King and Queen always liked treating you all to foods and buying you games; they even installed a swimming pool in the palace so that you three could learn to swim together there

But ever since Jisung started going to middle school, the time was greatly reduced for the three of you to hang out

(I’m thinking ages around... Jisung being 12, Daniel 6, you 5 or something. up to you lmao it doesnt matter)

So you pretty much had no contact with Daniel for many years

But now, you were both in the same school

Of course this probably wouldn’t change much because obviously you hadn’t known or talked to him for many years

You were shocked at how... well he grew up

He was really tall now, and really handsome,,, and also really off limits lol

You saw him again for the first time in your math class, you were a couple classes ahead so the both of you were in the same class even though you were younger

You had seen him on tv and in photoshoots but you had no idea how much better he looked in real life, which was really something considering he looked perfect in pictures as well

He didn’t seem to recognize you though, which made perfect sense since you guys hadn’t met in years

Maybe he’d remember my name?

But when the teacher called for attendance in the math class that day, Daniel showed no reaction when you got called

You had to admit you were disappointed, but it wasn’t a big deal

You thought you wouldn’t be like all the other girls, fawning over Daniel, because you knew what a n00b he used to be, but here you getting all embarrassed over how attractive he was lol

For the rest of the semester, you just kinda stared at Daniel from afar, never approaching him or giving him gifts or anything because you thought it would be weird for you to do that

He was always just giggling and fooling around in class

He was one of those students who wasn’t that amazing at school but was charming and happy, making the teachers and other students love them anyway

Would always participate in class with wrong answers, and bicker with the teacher jokingly

Only a certain type of person could do that LOL and it wasn’t just because he was the Prince, he was genuinely a fun guy

When the winter holidays rolled around, though, things changed

You read on the news that the palace was looking for a potential spouse for Daniel, so they could ensure the continuation of their dynasty

And just a day later, you got a call from Jisung, asking if you could come over to his place

He told you that the royal family was having a New Year’s ball, and asked if you wanted to go instead of him because he already had plans

You had nothing better to do, so you said it was fine lets not kid yourself you wanted to see someone

Jisung, being the lovely cousin he was, had already ordered a dress for you :’)))

Jisung the OG Fairy Godmother

For the next couple of days, you were just a ball of nerves; you had never been to one of these parties before

Jisung went every year, but you never went because typically people under 13 couldn’t go (unless you were royalty)

You pretty much hid in bed and googled how to act at parties until December 31st rolled around

You did your own makeup and hair, which was... difficult but you ended up satisfied

You didn’t look extravagant, but you were pretty

You arrived at the palace, and pretty much just stood there awkwardly because you had no friends and no escort at the party

But food is always a reliable friend so you headed over to that area

And you found... a whole tray of different kinds of cheese. You instinctively squealed at all the cute little cubes

You stacked up enough food to fill you with happiness and sat at a table by yourself, in the corner, slightly in a blind spot from the rest of the party

A perfect hiding spot !

As you looked around, you started feeling kinda weird

Everyone at the party was so FANXY (dean if ur reading this i love u)

You were also wearing a quite expensive dress but everyone there oozed this aura of class and sophistication

ANd here you were building a jenga tower out of carrot sticks

Oh well. You didn’t know what you had to gain out of being at the party; you came out of curiosity to see the palace again and Daniel, but you hadn’t even seen the latter yet

All that happened so far was the pain of your feet in the high heels you were wearing

You leaned down in your chair, taking your heels off and massaging your feet, the tablecloth sort of covering your head

You were just rubbing away the pain when you heard two familiar voices

“All of the women here are just... not what I was hoping for,” a woman said

“Yes, it would be nice if we got to see if they were actually good people instead of just them trying to say what will impress us,” a man replied

“Daniel doesn’t deserve someone who just wants to take advantage of the throne. The princess should be someone with a good heart, not someone with good makeup artists” 

Without thinking, you exclaimed “Oh yeah, that’s such a good perspective, I totally agree with that,” head still under the table

You heard gasps behind you, the people were shocked

Hmm, maybe I can talk to these people so I won’t be alone anymore

You tried to get up, banging your head in the process, and said “Oh, I’m sorry about that, nice to meet you, I’m (Y/N)”

And thEN you looked up... to find staring at you the King and Queen

sdklfjksldjfKLJSDKEILFDKSJKlsd WTF NO

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry for interrupting you, uhhh thank you for serving us so well hah” you mumbled out, starting to run away

And then you realized you hadn’t put your shoes on yet, stopping in your place

The King and Queen were still standing there, staring at you

You walked back to your shoes, and started to put them on

“Leaving my shoes behind? I guess I think I’m like Cinderella or something”, you tried to joke, making an awkward smile

You started to cringe, about to run again, but then you heard laughs

The King and Queen were totally cracking the fuck up at your bad joke

Was it really that funny? uh okay i guess whatever works???

“What’s your name again?” the Queen asked through her laughter

“Uh it’s (Y/N), are you guys hiring for a royal jester position or something”

They started their laughing fit all over again, before the King suddenly stopped

“(Y/N)? Isn’t that the name of the little girl who always used to come over and play with Jisung?”

“Uh yep that’s me all right, Jisung gave me his invitation this year to come on behalf of him, he was busy”

The King and Queen gasped and then both hugged you, just like they had in old times

“You have grown up so well! Do you still enjoy cheese? I remember the chefs always had to restock every time you and Jisung came over,” the Queen said

“Uh. Yeah I still like cheese I guess, haha..”

“Oh my goodness! Have you met Daniel yet? I’m sure he’d be so excited to see his old childhood friend! Let’s go meet him now, (Y/N)”

oh god no nog no no nson on o no no no . n on no awkward nono no no

“Oh gosh no that is totally all right I’m doing just fi–”

“What do you mean, you’re sitting by yourself like a loser, you probably know nobody here” the king laughed out

... bruh

The royal parents escorted you to see Daniel, earning looks from the rest of the people at the party, as you internally freaked the fuck out

oh my gosh he has been in my math class the entire year he would think it is so weird that i’m approaching him now oh god and his parents are here too they’re making such a big deal about this–

“Okay (Y/N) just wait here, we’ll find Dan and bring him in, just wait”, the Queen said, plopping you down on a fancy couch in one of the other rooms of the palace

The Queen and King walked out, giggling to themselves as they searched for Daniel

“I think she’d be a really good choice for Daniel, she was such a fresh breath of air!”

“Yes, and they’re both friends! How adorable,”

Time passed by in slow motion as you sat in the room by yourself

You got up and started pacing around to attempt to calm your nerves

You hadn’t even seen Daniel the whole time you were here, and now you were going to be alone together? He would find out that you were in his math class the whole time and then that would be super weird

You picked up random objects in the room and looked at them, as the butterflies in your stomach stirred up some tsunamis

You were in the middle of looking at all the books on the shelf, when you heard footsteps walk into the room

You whirled around, and found yourself making direct eye contact with Daniel, in a black and white checked suit (the same one as in the picture hehe)

“Uh, hello?” Daniel’s deep voice called out to you

“...Hi,” you meekly responded, tucking some hair behind your ear

Jeez (Y/N) why are you so nervous...

“Do you want to sit?” Daniel motioned to the couch, walking over to it himself

This was the most serious you have ever seen him, and you were shocked by it

“Uh yeah, so I guess your parents told you but apparently we used to be childhood friends, I’m (Y/N), Jisung’s little cousin, we used to play togeth–” you started to explain, before Daniel interrupted you

“I know who you are.”

You finally met his eyes, taken aback by his strong gaze

Is he mad? Wha–

“Why didn’t you say hello earlier? In math class?” he continued

Well this managed to turn more awkward.

“Oh...” you started, fiddling your fingers, “I thought you didn’t remember me, so I thought it’d be weird to talk to you again,”

You glanced up at him, only to find his eyes curved into cute little crescents, his deep laugh finally escaping his mouth

“Jesus, I can’t believe we both thought the same thing. I thought you didn’t remember me. I was hurt, (Y/N)!” He exclaimed, playfully shoving you

You sat there in shock, as Daniel started rattling off stories of what you two used to do, ruffling your hair (messing up your hard work, although he barely noticed that)

“You remember me?” You quietly asked, letting your thoughts loose

“(Y/N), Jisung talks about you all the time, even if I wanted to forget I wouldn’t be able to, you crazy cat”

You looked up at him and couldn’t help but blush

He was so pure and happy, and it made you feel wonderful

The two of you just sat there in the room for another 30 minutes, chatting about old times and how you’d been for the past... many years

You hadn’t talked in years, but for some reason the both of you just connected well, genuinely interested in what the other had been up to

Too soon, it was time for Daniel to go back to the party and do some wishes for the New Year

“I’m so glad we met again, I was honestly so lonely at the party because I don’t know anyone, even your dad called me a loser”

“I’m actually pretty lonely at these parties too; Seongwoo and Jaehwan usually have their own commitments to be at today, I’m glad you’re here, (Y/N)”

You smiled at him, the both of you kind of inching towards another for a maybe hug, but you guys just did some awkward movements and ended up in a weird handshake

Daniel scratched his face, embarrassed, and said he would see you later, running off back to the party

You sat back on the couch, laying down sprawled everywhere, letting what had happened in the past couple of hours sink in

Did that really just happen?

You excitedly thought of all the things the both of you had to talk about, feeling fulfilled that the mystery between you two had been sorted out

You were so happy that your childhood friend that you cherished so much was not lost forever!

If you didn’t have a crush on Daniel before, you definitely did now.

Part 2, Part 3

A/N: So I was planning for this to be done in one shot, but it turned out more intense than I had anticipated LOL

Hopefully this will be wrapped up in the next part; I really enjoyed this concept! 

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Camp Headcanons (Evan Hansen x Reader)

Anon. requested: "This could be hc or a fic but reader and Evan go to a wilderness camp (trees!!) (they don't know that the other is going) they end up thinking Evans name is a girls name (like evana or something like that idk) and you get put in a cabin together (like each cabin has two people or something ) and it's too late to change so you spend the summer basically living together and find out you actually really like each other maybe smut idk" THIS IS REALLY LONG SORRY I liked this a lot!!! So here's my first headcanon feel free to request more!!! *fem!reader btw Warnings: smut smut smUT SMUT •••• -Heidi probably saw the camp on Facebook and signed Evan up bc "you need to get out of the house" and "you'll like it look at all the nature!! Trees!!!" -hes low key hype bc there's so many new trees!! he's only seen pictures of them!!! now he'll get to go and see them irl!! -but also high key anxious™ because he knows he'll have to interact with all new people -and he's not all excited about having to share cabins with people but hey at least it's boys with boys and girls with girls, right? (wrONG) -you're going bc you wanted a change of scenery -you're v outdoorsy and have unfortunately already seen everything to see in your town nature wise, and even been on hikes and walks outside your town. -you saw the camp and were like "why not, new people, new scenery" -you and Evan go to the same school btw you know each other but don't talk. You've seen him around and smile at him in hallways and class and such but it's just bc you're nice. -usually he tries to smile back but just averts his eyes and walks -you're just so nice to him?? and he doesn't understand but he definitely has a low key crush on you -like you know what I mean he isn't pining after you very much but he low key would date you and wants to ask you out but he's so anxious and you're so pretty? -you get to the camp first and go to information station and get ur cabin # and roomie name -it says Evana Hansen (eh-vawn-uh) -"wow what a cool name hehe that sounds a lot like that Evan kid at school wonder if they're related" -"wow that would suck if they are why would you name your kids so closely" ((side note fun fact my friends Mom almost named her and her twin Alexander and Alexandria yikes)) -so you go to the cabin and choose a bed and start putting some clothes in the dresser and closet on that side of the cabin -door opens, you turn around to greet evana -ur met with a very red, shocked, Evan -"oh, hey? I think you have the wrong cabin, sorry?" -"n-no so-orry they, uh, they had my n-name as E-evana? A-and though I-I-I was a girl I g-guess, sorry" -"oh, haha, that sucks. Well, hey roomie, I'm y/n" -hes just so shook bc you're not like freaking out?? He thought you'd say he was a creep and that he probably hoped they'd think he was a girl and put him in a cabin with a girl or something -but you're so nice to him and you introduce himself and then the whole "I know" scene happens" -"you know?" "Yeah well I've just seen you in science class and you know a lot about nature and trees and stuff and I just really like trees" or something along those lines -you ask him his favorite tree and he's so shocked bc!! That's like such a weird thing for someone to have and you actually thought he might have a fav tree!! And he does!! -you guys talk for a while about trees and nature in general until it's time for dinner and then he's all nervous about it -so he's definitely fidgeting with the hem of his shirt and you notice and recognize his tick and carefully take his hand in yours -he jumps a bit and at first you're like "ah shit sorry I should've asked you just looked nervous i was trying to help calm you" -and he just kinda stutters that is okay but he's blushing so much -so for the next couple weeks of camp you guys have this best friends relationship and talk and hang out even when you don't have to and stay up late talking together -and then there's a few movie events at camp where you can lay out a blanket on the lawn and watch horror movies (mostly cabin in the woods type bc teenagers are fucking masochists) on a big screen -you love horror movies and were hype to go and Evan is like meh not so much but he's still gonna go he's just gonna probably cry a lil bit -but he ends up getting the courage to ask you out to go -"do y-you maybe wanna, go to th-th-that, uh, that horror m-movie, uh, to-together? I mean I guess we're already going together but like together together like as a d-date" he speaks hella fast and ur just -"Evan, honey, calm down, yes I'd love to go on a date with you" and he's just a happy blushing mess -you kiss his cheek and go out to the dining hall and he blushes again -he doesn't know you heard him go "yES!" when you left but you did and giggle until he catches up to you. -low key holding hands under the table from now on -so Evans a nervous wreck during the movie bc it's scary and creepy -and it's Friday the 13th so he's all kinda of freaking out bc there's a big lake near the camp you're at -(you notice he tries to stay far from the lake there ever since y'all watched the movie) -you see this and stroke your thumb on his hand -jump scares definitely scare and make him jump and he squeezes your hand a bit each time so you just lay your head on his shoulder and kiss his cheek every once in a while -he's hella blushy at the nude scenes -but y'all survive the movie and hold hands walking back to the cabin -and you get there and he's still hella freaked out so when you come out of the bathroom after putting in pajamas you see him sitting on his bed fidgeting and sit next to him and just hug him -after a few minutes you get up to go to your own bed and he just holds on -"p-please don't l-leave" -so you cuddle all night and it's kinda awkward and clumsy but it's still so warming and comforting -you guys keep going to some of the movies but none of the really creepy cabin in the woods ones (no matter how much you want to) -you take the time that almost all of camp is at movies to go on cute little dates and walks together and you just talk and maybe make out a little (you guys had your first kiss the morning after that first movie and like two weeks later he got comfortable enough to do some light making out) -and then sometime a month and a half after y'all do the nastayyyy -okay but they're playing Nightmare On Elm Street and you both decided the last thing Evan needs is to be afraid to sleep so you guys definitely skip this one. -You chill out at the cabin instead and just talk and cuddle -you guys kiss and start to make out -you were both sitting on his bed (which is both of yours now lets be real yall fall asleep cuddling there like every night) at first but after like five minutes you're straddling him and sitting in his lap with your arms around his neck loosely. -you can definitely feel the tent in his pants get bigger after you've been sitting in his lap for a while and moved a bit to adjust your position and pull back -"o-oh go-od i-I'm sorry I-I get it I-if y-you wanna dump m-me and g-get a n-new cabin n-now" -"Evan it's fine... do you want me to, maybe, help you out?" ;)) -"oh, uh, y-yeah, I-if you want though" -so you go back to making out and slowly make your way to his jawline and neck and start with kissing lightly but after a moment you're giving him hickeys around the neckline of his t-shirt. -he just mOANS but he's so embarrassed by it and blushes -he's rolling and unrolling the hem of your shirt now and you pull back and put your hands on It like you're gonna take it off -you look at him like 'is this okay?' And he just nods (a little excitedly and it's just so cute' -so you slowly take your shirt off and fling it onto your bed and he just doesn't know what to do so you slowly take his hands, again checking to make sure it's okay, and direct them to your chest. -at first they just sit there but eventually he starts to slowly massage them -you bite your lip and ur slightly holding back a moan but also wishing he would pick up the pace a bit -you reach for his shirt and he tenses but give you the okay and you take it off and fling it to yours -your hands instantly rest on his chest and you're just shook because he seems like he'd be a baby and have like no hair but he's got a hella hairy chest -and it def turns you on a bit more -after some more making out he eventually lets his hands travel to your back and he fumbles with the clip but gets your bra off pretty fast -Youre hella impressed like that was good for his first time -he kisses your lips and slowly and hesitantly travels down to kiss your jaw and then collarbone and then the top of your breast -he leaves a hickey there and you just let out a moan and man that turns him on -this boy definitely could get off to your pleasure and moans -after a while you stand to take off your shorts and he slips his off too real quick -you push him to lay back on the bed and climb on top and straddle him again -you grind down a bit and he lets out a groan and it's so deep and turns you tf on -you lean down and kiss his Adam's apple and then down his neck and leave more hickeys on his his collarbone and he moans and rests his hands on your waist -he's rubbing the fabric of your panties between his thumb and finger and you can tell he's low key itching to get it off so you stand up to do so and he has this look of realization -"uh, do you have a condom?" -at first you're like shit and upset but remember you have a few still in your backpack - thank god ou never empty the small pockets and you brought this bag -hes so relieved and watches as you take your panties off and walk over and slowly pull his boxers down -hes leaning against his elbows (and looks hella hot with the amount of hickeys and his swollen lips and bare chest) and blushes when his member springs free -youre kinda rushing and rip the condom open and quickly put it on his cock and he's just biting his lip -"have you ever done this before?" "N-no, sorry, I-is that a problem?" "No, it's fine, babe, I'm just gonna take the lead" -climbing on top again you give him a gentle kiss and sit up, slowly lowering yourself onto him -he suppressed a moan and you bite your lip, making sure he's okay before you start riding him -hes a groaning mess and he slowly stars to thrust up every time you slam down onto him -your hands travel to his hair and you lace your fingers through it -he definitely finds this hot and has a kink like this, not necessarily hair pulling but just running fingers through his hair -your eyes are closed so you don't notice his hands move to rest on your waist until they're there and then his thumb is at your core -you shudder a bit at the contact and he slowly starts to rubs your clit a bit and you moan so loud -you both come within a minute after that and when your done you tie up and throw the condom away and cuddle -after putting on underwear at least because you both agree sheets and blankets on your dick/vagina is hella weird feeling -needless to say you both are very glad you came to camp :) ;) -youre both glad you came to camp because you both came at camp ((BRB DELETING MY BLOG IM SORRY FOR THAT))

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                 hello friends !! it’s ya girl moose again back at it !! this is panda !! she is......kind of a 2.0 of one of my other characters ?? slightly tweaked but still my fave gal deep down in my heart. as always i wanna plot w/ u all so LIKE THIS and i’ll come to u or HMU !!

she grew up in a small town in wisconsin where her parents owned a farm. they mostly had animals (cows, goats, chickens, and sheep) and rented out their farmland to other ppl.

she was an only child so.......she always kind of had to make due by herself. she’d hang out w the animals all day and she usually kept herself busy drawing or readin

the relationship between her parents had always been kinda rocky. she was the product of an unplanned teen pregnancy and it was clear they only rly stayed together bc.....they had to???

they were mostly just together for panda u know. but at some point her dad started seeing another woman lowkey behind everyone’s backs, but like…everyone kind of knew tbh bc.....the town is so small like everyone knows ur business.

panda was oblivious to it all tho, she likes to see the best in people. she loved her dad so much and thought of him very highly. he’s he dad after all!!!! her hero!!!!!!!

when she was 12, her dad just split one day while she was away at school and she came home to an empty house. he’d left to start his new life with his new girlfriend in the city without a word. he only left a pile of old sweaters (which panda kept & wears). a few weeks later some divorce papers came in the mail for her mom & that was that

for a few months, panda was the one that had to pick up the pieces. her mom wouldn’t get out of bed or get any work done or cook or clean or do laundry or do anything so it all fell on panda. she’d make breakfast and dinner for her & her mom and make herself lunch for school. she’d do the laundry and make sure her mom was fed and make sure the animals were fed & she barely had any time for herself.

it was around this time that her uncle and cousin noah came to stay a little while and visit, but ended up moving in permanently to help them around the house and help panda pick up the pieces & panda was kind of able to be a kid again, but.......also not really

pandora was always a kind of quiet and sensitive kid and she always got picked on at school for being a little weird, but after the whole family drama scandal it really only got worse? so she became really reclusive and didn’t do much other than go to school and go home and work on the farm, like she did before. honestly......this was just like her life now rip. she didn’t really have that many friends, but she found a lot of comfort in hanging out w the animals at home

and she also ended up growing a strong bond with her cousin because he was a bit of a black sheep himself. they’d just kind of chill w the animals together and just talk for hours. of course she loved her brother too, but he was like…..a lot cooler than her, so it was harder to relate u know

she also got really into art as a kid. she found it really helped her bc she couldn’t always express herself thru words, but she could always express herself thru art

honestly she’s just spend hours sitting around with the cows n noah, doing her homework and working on her art

the kinda gal that literally.....was constantly doodling ?? like always came home w pen on her legs and her notebooks were filled with little drawings in the margins & stuff u know the type

another thing that she’s always been into is like..........horror & gore & macabre shit ig ?? a lot of her doodles turned into her like designing these like monsters & creatures & it was a little unnerving when her mom found her drawings because like wtf ??? but....she has a very vivid imagination & a lot of ideas.

she joined her town’s theatre production when she was 15 & worked backstage designing & making costumes & doing makeup and was like wow...........this is dope ???? let me do this forever thx

the original plan her & her mother had discusses for her future was that she would go to school to become a vet so she could still help out around the farm, but....she wanted to make a future out of her art??? she wanted to make films and show what she could do with special effect bc.....she’s so passionate about it. she decided that like…the small town life wasn’t for her, she didn’t like everybody knowing her business and all that

and it was like….she wanted to get out asap ?? she just kind of needed a breather too and like…..a change. she wanted to start over, i guess.

she mom didn’t really believe that she could do it ?? like “oh that’s nice sweetie but that’s not a job” & also like she said explicitly at times that her work wouldn’t rly be good enough to make a career out of which was v upsetting. she lowkey believed it but she was destined to prove her mom wrong

so she was like ok !!!!! i’m gonna go to school pce out fam. but she had to take a year off after graduation to like....save money bc she didn’t know if she’d be able to get scholarships

she ended up getting accepted to princeton & she probably cried for a week straight. she’s doesn’t rly come from a lot of money so she needs student aid and she puts pretty much all of her savings into school

so here she is......w a double major of fine arts major & fum bc she REALLY wants to do special effects makeup & character design and make films ig !!!!

ew that was bad but now let me talk about her personality ok

she’s very........pure. she’s an innocent soul who really...couldn’t hurt a fly, even if she wanted to

tho she does lowkey because she’s fucking stupid just not on purpose

she’s naive, and blindly optimistic & overly sweet, almost completely inexperienced with relationships & definitely 100% a virgin

and she’s unassuming and always likes to see the best in people

also tbh…..she’s too trusting. just wants everyone to be happy n eat cake together

very easy to manipulate. will do anything to have ppl like her..........she just wants to have friends and b cool !!!!!!!!!

she has so many feelings !!! but she hides them all ?? or tries to, at least. she definitely avoids talking about her problems because she doesn’t want to burden anyone

she’s very oblivious to flirtation, like she just….does not understand it at all she’s so awkward?

as i said, totally inexperienced when it comes anything romantic at all…….she’s my bi queen but this bitch doesn’t know how to flirt

she gets so flustered and nervous around attractive people i swear to god she’s like giddy 99% of the time she’s a mess

panda is truly….too soft for the world. she’s constantly worrying about what people think of her and she cries so easily like….if anyone says anything mean to her she’ll just breakdown. she needs to harden up tbh……..she straight up cries @ everything its….fucking laME

she’s 100% art hoe tho, like…..she’s always doodling and she’s always got little pen doodles on her thighs n such. bitch always has paint on her hands & under her fingernails prob lil nasty

really knows how to BEAT a face tho but she’s too lazy to do it to herself everyday but pls........let her do ur makeup she’d cry & love u

because she’s so soft she can be like dumb ??? lacks a lot of common sense tbh she’s just....always got her head in the clouds. she will literally trust anyone and honestly..........................if she doesn’t smarten up she’s gonna get killed i swear

luvs bugs & thinks they’re real cool

riddled w anxiety and major self image issues !!!!!!!!!!!!!! lowkey hates herself rip

meme queen. spends hours a day looking at them tbh. she’s always looking at her phone and laughing to herself she’s lame as fuck tbh. she is a meme.

her favorite color is yellow & she makes a lot of movie references & she sux and i hate her

she got long goils !! but...here are some lil wcs if u are interested !!

best friend ofc !!!

sibling-like relationship

a confidant 

sum art hoe friends

flirtationship kinda thing??? she prob tries but fails miserably

a model!!! someone she can......practice her makeup on

a bad influence/good influence type thing

someone she thinks is cool and rly wants 2 impress???

again......anything & everything :’)

[fangirl-who-writes-shit]

The Girl Who Cried Wolf: Peter Parker Short Fic: Part 3

The Girl Who Cried Wolf Peter Parker x Stark!Fem!reader. (Described as curvy but obviously can be any body type and gender, just changed the words in ur head x) Warnings for all parts: Mental Health, swearing, probs some violence at some point, emotional/physical/sexual abuse, sexual nature (consent), emmm emotional rollercoaster throughout. I think that's it?? Please tell me if not. Some of this will be in Peter's p.o.v. That bit is also poorly written as it's mostly Peter rambling. If part has triggering parts for sensitive reads I will say. Mentions of abandonment and physical abuse. Please tell me if I forgot anything x Reader's p.o.v I walked through the cafeteria with everyone's eyes on me, I guess everyone heard what has happened. I gripped onto my tray as I looked for a table to sit out, even though I said I would go to class I didn't. I stayed in the library all morning just staring out of a window, thinking about how I lashed out so quickly. How could I let that happen? I saw Peter, Ned and Michelle sitting down together at a table near the back, I took a deep breath and started to walk over. None of them had noticed me yet. "Hey Y/N, you want to sit with us?" A voice said from next to me, I looked over to my left and saw the jocks and the cheerleaders smiling at me the girl who asked was called Stacy I think. She was Liz Allen's friend before she moved. "Em, no sorry. Thank you for offering, maybe another time" I smiled at them, they all nodded and turned away incept a couple of girls. "If you ever need to talk to anyone, just ask" Stacy said again, I sent her a genuine smile with a nod as a thank you. I started walking again and soon reached the table I was planning on sitting at today. "H-h-hey" I said standing awkwardly, Michelle looked up whilst Peter and Ned turned around. I noticed Ned and Michelle looking down at my purple hand which was gripping my tray. "Y/N! Hey, sit down!" Peter practically yelled causing a couple of people to look over at us, Michelle let out a snort. "Thank you" I whispered and sat down next to Peter. It was awkward as all of them stared at me, I felt Peter brush his fingers over my knuckles. I snatched it away and hid it under the table. "S-sorry, I was just going to ask if it hurts at all" Peter said blushing, I nodded looking away. "It's okay, just a bit of a shock" Was all I said and I started to eat my fruit salad and crips. "Y/N right?" Michelle asked somewhat sarcastically making me a bit confused, I looked over at Peter and Ned. One laughing and the other glaring. "Em yeah, Michelle isn't it?" I asked with a smile, see Michelle seems like someone who I'd be friends with. She nodded. "Yeah, and I heard what you did to Flash. Bastard deserved it, even if he didn't harass you and all he did was walk past you and you sit did it. I would of been there cheering" She said with a shrug and went back to doing something in her notepad. "Thank you Michelle" I smiled, she looked up again. "MJ, you can call me MJ" The next week went by fast but each day I felt sicker and sicker as mum still isn't back, no call or text. I walked into mums room and started to rummage through her drawers to try and find some money as there is no food in the house. I let out a groan when I saw no money where she normally keeps it. I walked back out and sat down on the couch, I stared at the blank screen of the tv. My phone soon beeped and my heart stopped, mum?! I picked it up and saw a text but it wasn't from mum it's from Peter. 'Sorry, going to have to cancel our study session already told Ned. Stark internship called last minute. Sorry! X' I sighed and texted back. 'It's okay, have fun x' I blushed when I left the kiss but he put one as well, I found out this happens a lot with Peter. He cancels a lot for the Stark Internship, I wonder if he's actually met dad. I unlocked my phone and went into my contacts and stared at my Dad's name with a heart emoji next to it. I looked around the empty apartment, I felt tears develop in my eyes. How could mum just leave me? I pressed on the contact as I started to sob uncontrollably. I hope he picks up, he normally does when it's his personal phone. I heard it ring three time before I heard his voice. "Hey Princess, what's up- Y/N why are you crying?" He asked immediately noticing my quiet sobs. "I-it's m-m-mum, she-she wa-wasn't here when I-I came back from yours and she still hasn't come back! I've ran out of money and food and I don't know what to do!" I cried into the phone trying to calm down but when I heard him cursed to himself. "Okay sweetheart, calm down I'm coming. I'm bring the helicopter, I'll be there as soon as I can" He said and I heard mumbling in the background. "When's the kid coming? Alright I'll be back by then" I heard him say to someone. "Princess, you still there?" He asked, I nodded but remembered he can't see me. "Yeah" I whispered. I soon heard him running around and ordering people what to do and to get the helicopter ready. "I'm on my way now, get your school stuff and whatever you need. Remember you have got things at mine as well but get what you need okay? I need to turn off my phone now. If anything else happens call Happy" I let out another sob. "Okay, I love you dad" I cried, he said it back and hung up as I heard the helicopter start. I put my phone down and let out a scream feeling pathetic that I had to call my dad to fix everything. I'm fifteen I should be able to look after myself. I stood up and stumbled to my room and started to pack my weekend bag with all my school things, my charger, sketch book and art things. I also put all my makeup and some jewellery in as well. Once I was done I locked my bedroom door without looking back. I sat down on the couch for a couple more minutes until I heard the helicopter get nearer, I knew he is going to land on the roof because that's where he normally does. I waited for about another five minutes, I felt numb and I couldn't move. Why would mum do this to me? Is she hurt? Has she gotten herself in trouble? Has- "Y/N sweetheart, you in there?!" I heard my dad shout. I let out a shaky breath as more tears ran down my cheeks. "It's open" My voice croaked and I heard the door handle turn, I looked over to the door to see dad out of breath and scanning the room for me. Once he saw me in the state I was in he let out a sigh. "Come on, come here" Was all he said and I ran into his arms and started to cry. "I'm sorry I called-" I tried to say but he cut me off. "Y/N you should of called me as soon as you found out she wasn't in." He mumbled into my hair as he held me. All I could do was nod. "Come on let's get going, Stan is waiting for us" He said after a couple of minutes of hugging me, I nodded and went to get my bag. "Got everything you want?" He asked and took my bag off me. "Yeah, it's mostly my school things" I answered as we walked out with his arm around my shoulder, once the door shut I didn't even look back. The ride back to dad's was quick, I loved going in the helicopter. I remember when I was eight and going in one for the first time, I smiled at the memory. "Come on then, let's get you settled then we'll try and find your mother" Dad said and nodded to Stan as a thank you as he held the door open for us. "Miss Stark, welcome back" Vision said to me as soon as I walked in. I looked at him sigh my tear stained face. "Thanks Vision" I mumbled, I noticed his face fall. "Are you sad? Is there anything I can do to help?" He asked turning to Dad, we both shook our heads. "Everything is fine now, isn't princess" All I could do was nod. "Now sweetie, I'm sorry but I've got an unofficial meeting with someone. If there's time I'll let you meet them" Was all he said, I smiled with a nod. "That's fine dad, I'll see you later" I said and we walked away with a wave. "Would you like me to take your bag to your room Miss Stark. I'm sure Mr Rhodes will be happy to see you as well as Miss Romanoff, they are in the training room" Vision said taking my bag off me. "Okay, thank you Vision" I smiled, he nodded to me and set off to my room. I started to walk down to the training room also smiling and waving at people who said hello to me. I typed in the code and gave my finger print when I reached the elevator that takes you to the training room. "Welcome back Y/N" I heard F.R.I.D.A.Y say to me as I played with my jumper and tried to hide my yellow, green and purple bruise. "Hey Friday" I smiled, soon the doors opened and I saw Nat and Rhodey training, Nat with a punch bag and Rhodey walking up and down steps. I smiled to myself watching him, last week he couldn't do it with help and now he's doing to without help. "Looking good uncle Rhodey!" I yelled giggling, he looked over at me with a grin. "Hey mini, what you doing back here?" He asked and slowly walked down the stairs as I headed over to him. I saw Nat stop what she was doing and she also came over. "Hi Y/N" She said with a smile and pulled me on for a hug. "Ugh you're all sweaty" I groaned and pushed her away. "I want one too" Rhodey said and wrapped his arms around me. "What happened to your hand!" Nat cried grabbing it making me pull away from the hug. "It looks worse than it looks I promise" I said, both of them looked at me with raised eyebrows. "What?" I asked taking my hand away to hide it slightly. but I knew what they wanted me to tell them. "I got into a fight" I finally said not looking at them, I really didn't want to tell them why the fight started. "Mmh that's my girl, what did she look like after? Did you rip any of her hair out?" Rhodey laughed, I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms. "He came out with a broken nose and his balls were pre puberty again." I said, Nat laughed but Rhodey looked shocked. "Yes, high five" Nat said and held up her hand, I rolled my eyes but did it anyway. "Why did you do all that in the first place?" She added looking a bit conceded, I looked away. I really didn't want to tell them cause if I did they will tell dad and he's already so busy, too busy to worry about what's going on at school. "N-nothing, he was j-just annoying me and I was having a really bad day" I whispered still not looking at them. "Y/N I've known you for over half of your life, I know when you're lying. What happened? Was he an ex-?" Uncle Rhodey tried to ask but I cut him off straight away. "No! Flash never has and never will be my boyfriend! He's a disgusting pervert who tries to grab your arse and kiss you and-" I cut myself off this time not believing what I just said, I looked at both of them to see their mouths open wide. I tried to explain but no words came out. "W-what do you mean?" Nat asked reaching forward to grab my hand so I couldn't run away. "You heard me, it wasn't the first time time he's tried to get me to go out with him and he's tried to kiss me before but he took things too far last week. And I lost it, if Peter wasn't there things would of been a lot worse for him" I said in a low voice, I couldn't look at them. I was disappointed in myself. "Who's Peter? Did you tell a teacher? What punishment did he get?" All the questions came one after the other out of Nat's mouth as she got angry, I look over at Uncle Rhodey who was looking down at the floor. "Peter is a friend, no the headmaster found out from Flash who claimed I beat him up for no reason and I tried to explain to him what actually happened but sir said he'd take him off all the academic teams so I said I said I over exaggerated so he got off" I rambled all in one breath, again disappointed in myself for letting my soft side get the best of me. "Why would you do that?!" Rhodey shouted, I looked away once again as I saw tears blur my vision. "I-I don't want to talk about it. I'm go-gonna go to my room." I mumbled and started to walk away but I stopped when F.R.I.D.A.Y's voice echoed through the room. "Mr Stark is on his way down with a guest he would like you to meet Miss Stark" I sighed and nodded then started to wipe away my tears. "Okay Friday, thank you" I called and pulled my sleeves down to hide my hands. I felt someone's hands on my shoulders and turned me around to face them. "Y/N, you have to tell your dad. If you don't I will" Nat said with a serious face. I shook my head. "No, he has too much to think about. He doesn't need to be worried about a perv who's tried stuff on me at my school, I have it sorted-he's behind me isn't it?" I said as I saw her looking over my shoulder. All she did was nod, I slowly turned around. "How much did you hear-Peter?!" I asked in shock as I saw the dorky face of Peter Parker looking at me in shock. He was wearing one of his (adorable) geeky t-shirts which I love. "Y-Y-Y/N?" He said walking forward slightly, "Em w-what are you d-doing here?" He questioned and scratched the back of his neck, I looked away. "You said you had to do something with the Stark internship" I said confused, dad normally doesn't bring people from the internship up. "I-I have em see Tony Stark" I rolled my eyes, fuck it he's gonna find out anyway if my dad had taken a liking to him. "Yeah I know what my dad looks like" I laughed slightly. He nearly started to choke. "Wait you two know each other?" Dad asked looking in between us with a raised eyebrow. "Yeah, we go to the same school dad." I mumbled, not being able to look at him knowing that he knows what happened with Flash. "Okay how did I not realise that?" I heard him mumble to himself, I sighed and looked back at Peter. "Dad?" He asked all I did was nod. "No one knows, I don't want people to just be my friend because my dad's rich so I didn't tell anyone. Not even the teachers know and-" "Wait! What did you say happened at school?!" Dad all a sudden yelled, remembering the words that came out of my mouth just minutes earlier. I tried to hide behind my hair as my heartbeat increased, my breathing became ridged I really didn't want to say it all over again. I desperately tried to talk but all my mouth did was open and close, I looked over at Peter who sent me a nod and a smile but I shook mine and did the first thing that came to my head. I ran. *Peter's p.o.v* As soon as Y/N ran towards the stairs I went to run after her but someone caught my arm. "Parker, what happened at school with this boy?" Mr Stark asked whilst turning me around to face him. I sighed knowing it's the best to tell him. "This guy called Flash Thompson has a thing for Y/N and em he asks her out all the time but she hates him. He also bullies me a bit and she doesn't like that either but anyway he's like grabbed her arms before but she always pushes him off. And apparently at homecoming he tried to kiss her but she pored punch over him, again sorry off topic from the question sorry-" I rambled but Mr Stark gave me a certain look which made me nod and cut myself off. "Right sorry. Well earlier that day when we were walking to school as soon as we reached the gates Flash turned up and asked her was she doing with me. Or Penis Parker cause that's my nickname but she just told him to get lost in a different choice of words. Then we said bye to each other cause our lockers are in different corridors. Sorry off topic again, but yeah Ned and I went to my locker whilst she went to hers." I took a deep breath as I continued to ramble, trying to give them a whole back story in the quickest way. "And well Ned and I were just talking then we heard a scream, I thought someone was hurt so I ran to where it was coming from and I then saw Y/N shouting at Flash who was like bending over in pain. She said something like 'don't touch me like that again you bastard' then she punched him like really hard. Now as much as I don't like Flash I didn't want her to get into trouble so I grabbed her and she calmed down. Then she ran to the bathroom and I followed her, she told me what happened. She told me what he did as he tried to ask her out and then started to lower his hands towards em her lower em body so she lost it." I finished, I looked over to Mr Stark who was red in the face. "Em Mr Stark, can I erm go after her?" I asked nervously, scared he'd say no and chuck me out for net letting Y/N beat up Flash even more. All he did was nod as he pulled out his phone. "I need to sort some things out, excuse me" He said and walked over to the lift and went up without me. "Guess I'm taking the stairs, where do you think Y/N will be?" I asked the other two. "Ask Friday" They both said. I nodded and started to run up the stairs. "Hey Friday, where's Y/N?" I asked whilst running up the stairs, jumping two steps at a time. "Hello Mr Parker, Miss Stark is in her room. She seems to be crying, would you like me to direct you to her?" She asked, her voice coming from nowhere. "Yeah please!" I shouted not knowing if I was loud enough for her, I'm guessing it's a her, to hear. "Okay Peter, please stop using the stairs when you see the next door." ------- Thank you for reading. Please tell me if you want me to continue x Part one and two on account, I don't know how to link them when on app sorry 😕😂 Tags: @purplekitten30

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i'm askin u every single even numbered question for the lesbian ask game

at least you didnt bother with the algebra this time, for which i am thankful

Femme or butch?

i’m more femme but i try to act butch sometimes and i just end up failing hopelessly. ‘look mom i know how to put air in a tire!!’ ‘peyton thats like… not even right’ or ‘oh SHIT look at that blitz!! that was cool’ ‘peyton that was a sack’ ‘oh’

Do you have a “type”? If so, describe it

not really, mostly just like… humor. if u funny we click

Plaid button-ups or leather jackets?

why not both?

no but seriously plaid tbh

Describe your style

um yes

converse, (ripped? sometimes) jeans, and whatever top i feel is appropriate for the Big Aesthetic today

Describe your aesthetic

yes

ive tried going more punk but its just kinda , not worked

my physical aesthetic is very adultolescent. i got chub and look like a freshman but ive been told i pass as a college senior so like

my Big Mood aesthetic is yes

Favorite article of clothing?

either my converse or my “”combat boots”” (theyre not and it makes me sound like an edgelord just saying that) (can you tell im gay)

OH WAIT I FORGOT ABOUT MY JEAN JACKET its like baggy and light and ive started sewing patches from my favorite bands on it (super punk right)

Favorite pair of shoes?

^^^

oh my black strappy heels, theyre surprisingly comfortable

Current haircut?

ive got a bleached bob rn

Any haircut goals for the future?

i kinda want a pixie cut bc i cant handle long hair however long hair is so PRETTY and wow

Describe the best date you’ve been on

iiiiiiiiii dont really know. ive been on very few. i have a Perfect Date in mind, and i guess my favorite was my first date with my ex. we had gotten back from a successful science competition (HAVE I MADE IT OBVIOUS IM A NERD YET IM A BIG OL NERD) and it was like midnight by the time we got back and we were both starving so we went to taco bell and just sat there talking and laughing and i know we were pissing off the staff, but we stayed til like two in the morning and we went home and honestly we both considered it a date but we didnt like… tell each other it was a date? if that makes sense? idk honestly im triggered

Describe the worst date you’ve been on

ugh oh god i went on a tinder date and this girl like in the DMs was like ‘hey do u smoke weed’ and im like ‘lol no’ and then like we made plans to meet up at a coffee shop and she asks me AGAIN if i smoke weed and im like……………. no and shes like ‘oh right lol’ well THIS BITCH sleeps through the time we were supposed to meet, completely stands me up, and then texts me back like an hour later and was like ‘omg im sorry i overslept!!!’ and it was like….. noon but ok so we meet up after my class and we just sit there really awkwardly trying to make conversation and she asks me AGAIN if i smoke weed im like ‘honey no i dont’ and we just talked about drugs for a while and when i left because i had to gtfo she like gave me an awkward hug and like i sent a text later that night bc im courteous and im like ‘hey i had a great time today’ (i didnt) ‘lmk if you ever want to meet up again!!’ and she just. ignored me lol.

Single? Taken?

im currently in a polyamorous relationship with myself and my anxiety

If taken, talk about your girlfriend/wife!

:)

If single, what are you looking for in a potential girlfriend/wife?

someone who’s able to make me laugh and deal with my bad ideas and will let me cook for her and wants to travel the world with me

Describe your dream wedding

its small. outside. maybe in a field or in front of a lake. i dont personally want a big ballgown, just a short white dress will do. lavenders everywhere. R A I N B O W  C A K E. reception where we slow dance to all the sappy romance songs. its great.

Do you want kids?

not really, but ive considered being a foster parent. i feel like im here to do good; i don’t want to have my own biological children, and im not sure i want to have the permanent responsibility of adopting a kid, but i feel i could handle fostering once we’re financially stable and have the room to accept children into our home.

If you could live anywhere in the world, where would you live?

spain, definitely. somewhere in the north. i want to have a small farm with goats and chickens and vegetables and i want to be away from this american mess.

Favorite lesbian movie?

well ysee…………. the only two explicitly lesbian movies ive seen have been ‘all about E’ and ‘blue is the warmest color’ and i didnt like either of the lmfaoooo i prefer watching lesbian television shows tbqh (or, most commonly, just rewriting all the female characters in my head to be sapphic sooooooo dont @ me)

Favorite lesbian novel/story?

i mean same as above, i dont read as much as i like to. however, i did read “georgia peaches and other forbidden fruit” and that was Really Good and i did read another that was slightly better, but i forget the name but it was about a pakistani (?) girl who was struggling to come out to her parents bc they were very traditionalist but she joins the theater and her like really elite school and the girl she had a crush on basically outs her and is a bitch about it and GOD i wish i could remember it because it was really good

Favorite lesbian song?

ummmmmmmmmmmm i just recently listened to ‘honey’ by kehlani and that was pretty good and pretty gay, but my personal favorite is ‘girls’ by beatrice eli bc holy shit what a Mood

Favorite lesbian musician?

i love mary lambert and beatrice eli.

What lesbian stereotypes do you fit into, if any?

ummmmm now that im thinking of them i cant think of any. i used to play softball and soccer? i love cats. i immediately start planning out the next five years of our lives together anytime im remotely interested in a girl?

Ever been assumed to be nothing more than a gal pal?

i mean………………. no

If a woman wanted to woo you, what would a surefire way to accomplish that?

well bake cookies w me and lets go for a walk & go out and watch the stars at night in the bed of a truck

Be positive! What do you like most about being a lesbian?

I LOVE LOVING GIRLS!!!!!! I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT BEING A LESBIAN!!!!!! GIRLS ARE FANTASTIC!!!!!!!! WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!!!!!

Are you more of a cat person or a dog person?

why not both

idk ive never had a cat but i know i lov them

Turn ons?

i.......... dont know

yes

im gay

Turn offs?

long nails youch theyre pretty to look at but i mean at what price

not having anything to talk about

putting yourself down like a lot (i went on a date w this one girl and that was all she did like the entire date like......... im sorry ? :(???)

Do you usually ask other women out or do you wait for them to ask you?

if im being honest i would love for someone to ask me out but since that is Very Unlikely, i tend to be the one to message first and initiate dates and stuff

What is your dream career?

i want to be a psychological researcher in the field of social comparative psychology how sick is that!!!!! just play with dogs all day and record whether or not they boop their noses on a screen

also i wanna be a farmer and a bookstore owner but thats Farther down the line like , when im 50

Talk about your interests or hobbies!

im honestly such a psych nerd i love psychology what the fuck!! its so interesting like ppl are weird man idk brains are weird

im also having a really big green day phase like billie .. he so smol... and also anyone who wants to bash warning or the trilogy can fight me ok those are like My Favorite Albums

im going to a concert in february to see declan mckenna, a Giant Meme

im getting a tattoo w some lyrics of declan’s actually its gonna be sick

What is the most attractive quality a woman can have?

yes

idk for me its being able to have quick, witty, skillful jokes i just love listening to girls talk and tell stories and jokes like wow im gay

also long curly hair? thats always a Solid Look

Do you love easily or does it take time for you to warm up to someone?

i mean. do we really wanna open this can of worms rn

too late, its open

i get those microcrushes where you like see a girl and youre like ‘WOW IM GAY DATE ME’ however once it comes to actually being in a relationship i throw my full weight behind it and worry that im being too suffocating or that im pushing my boundaries etc and ive been told that makes me come off really cold and uncaring so lol choose ur own adventure, you decide

Ever fallen for your best-friend?

unfortunately

Ever fallen for a straight girl?

can you even call yourself a lesbian if you havent

The L-Word: yes or no? (love it or hate it?)

i havent seen it, im such a fake lesbian

Favorite comfort food?

mac n cheese

or pizza

or cheesy potatos

OR CHEESY TOAST

scientific conclusion: im a fatass

Coffee or tea?

coffer

Vegetarian? Vegan? None of the above?

im vegetarian!! have been on and off for like two years now

Do you have any pets?

i have one pup sittin right next to me and shes the prettiest girl in the world

Early-riser or night-owl?

yes

idk i get up at like 9 which is early for me but not as early as like. 5. so

more like night-owl. thanks teenage hormones!

What is your sign?

pisces

Can you drive?

yes

can i drive well?

no

but i do have a sense of direction so thats cool

Who was your first lesbian crush?

tbh.................... my best friend, but i didnt realize it was a crush at the time

the first Gay Crush i had that i knew was a crush was on my close friend at the time, now my ex girlfriend

At what age did you know you were a lesbian?

uhhhhhhhhhh lesbian specifically, like 15-16. queer, i knew in like fall semester freshman year (so like 13??)

At what age did you come out (if you have)?

i mean, i come out to people all the time. first time i came out explicitly as a lesbian was when i was like 15 or 16 (actually i came out to a close straight friend and my ex and they both said ‘congrats’ like it was weird but very nice) and the first time i came out as queer/questioning was to my then-best friend at like 13 and i came out to my mom (involuntarily) at like 17? ish?

Are you crushing on anyone at the moment (celebrity or otherwise)?

yes im crushing on every girl simultaneously at all times

just kidding

(not really)

i dont really have any explicit crushes that i can think of im just really gay

Talk about how your day went

it was fine. got free froyo so that was cool. found out i made an A on my bio practical, so that was cool too. however, i wore a crop top and it was like 55 degrees out and raining so i looked like a total Idiot but yk follow ur slutty gay dreams amiright ladies

Talk about your dreams/aspirations for the future

most of mine are career-centric, but a few are personal.

i wanna go to costa rica in may, i wanna go to yale over the summer, i wanna go to NYC pride in june, i wanna go to spain after i graduate, i wanna go to grad school, i wanna be a psychological researcher, i wanna move to spain or england or hell even france, i wanna have my own farm with the woman i love, i wanna own an LGBT bookstore/library, i wanna just live a quiet life near the sea and not have to worry so much after a while.

Least favorite gay celebrity?

this is a weird one to end on, but iiiiiiim not sure i have one? i can tell you ellen page is probably my favorite, but i cant think of many i dislike so

[paul-patts-blog]

all for my boyfriends (why am i not dating any of your women?)

no women for u. 

BERLIOZ 

☾ - sleep headcanon-- berlioz rarely  sleeps in the nude. even after sex, he gets cold and has to grab a shirt and boxers. many times he has managed to sweet talk simba into doing it so he can stay curled in the covers. 

★ - sad headcanon- ugh his entire demeanor?? there r just so many 

☆ - happy headcanon- ber has learned a lot of life skills the past two years, like laundry, grocery shopping, vacuuming-- even cooking! tbh he has grown to really like coming over to help nounou prepare dinner since he does that (or did that) with simba. 

☠ - angry/violent headcanon- ber’s anger is cold and sharp. he is not a physical guy but knows how to say like the perfect brutal thing. dem bonfamilles yo. 

✿ - Sex headcanon- ber is nasty. UHHHH. ber never went down on a girl and probably never will lolololol 

■ -  Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon- as a young broody teen, ber literally made a KEEP OUT sign that he put on his doorknob at all times. it was mostly for marie tbh who terrorized him and his stuff

♡ - romantic headcanon- ber literally can’t look at a rose without thinking of simba and also simba’s aunt who has a rose farm. for the rest of his life, that’s what he’ll think about. 

♥ - family headcanon- hector was the person who bought berlioz his first david bowie album and on the day bowie died-- ber actually texted his dad and they had a CALL about it. it’s one of the only things they have in common. 

☮ - friendship headcanon- ber is literally the best friend u can have ok if u get him on ur side he’s one of those who will ride or die, offer to bury the body, etc. 

♦ - quirks/hobbies headcanon- he really likes MAPS. whenever he goes to a new city he picks up the city map and keeps it. his desk is like fuuuull of maps. i’m sure lou has gotten him like old, antique maps before that he has in frames. 

☯ - likes/dislikes headcanon- likes really long plane rides, longer the better, loves airplane food, loves the whole nine yards /  dislikes any gossip or reality tv show it like literally makes him SO mad like he can’t watch dance moms or keeping up with the kardashians he gets /upset/ bc ppl are so /mean/ and /stupid/ and he hates it 

▼ - childhood headcanon- would wake up early to watch pokemon his one exception to the sleep until noon rule. 

∇ -. old age/aging headcanon- ber will be that old man busting out beautiful piano pieces in random places bc he will have lost all his fucks by then

♒ - cooking/food headcanon- wow can my above one with nounou count-- uhhh he is in charge of cutting veggies. 

☼ - appearance headcanon- ber is the type of boy to never take off his concert wristbands. sometimes he picks at them and they get ripped up and nasty and eventually they fall off. 

ൠ - random headcanon- i am bad at these uuuuuh ber once sang the pina colada song to simba when he was drunk outta his brain and simba probably captured a good 80 percent on video. 

◉ - Any other question of your choosing- idk im uncreative

HADES

☾ - sleep headcanon- hades has discovered that listening ot books on tape helps him get to sleep! 

★ - sad headcanon- uh that his mum didn’t leave a goodbye note 

☆ - happy headcanon- uhhh once opal saved up her money and took hades and persephone out to the movies and then they had ice cream!!! and that was the closet thing to a holiday that hades had as a child oh this god sad again

☠ - angry/violent headcanon- he used his ghost powers on his grandfather to like smash his grandfather’s head into the kitchen counter after he said something Truly Rude and knocked him out and seph was scared and crying and he had to call the ambulance and tbh he was very scared and felt guilty these r all sadder than my sad headcanon

✿ - Sex headcanon- goes down on belle at every opportunity bc he has a control kink (also does fantasize about her going down on him boy just likes oral sex)

■ -  Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon- hades room is immaculate. he makes his bed every single day and washes his sheets once a week. or he did now he lives in hell and its SO DUSTY and he does all the dusting, 

♡ - romantic headcanon- uh lmao fuck uh. hades version of romance is having belle practice the debate questions with him. 

♥ - family headcanon- opal taught both her kids to read and do arithmetic before their peers and that’s why the acherons r smart alecks 

☮ - friendship headcanon- hades now plays words with friends with belle AND lou. wow. so popular. 

♦ - quirks/hobbies headcanon- hades organizes the cereals in the pantry by alphabetical order. and the spices. and soups. basically anything that can be organized he likes having systems ok. 

☯ - likes/dislikes headcanon- blackjack and really gambling in general tbh he’s real good at it / dislikes- fried food 

▼ - childhood headcanon- walked to school no matter the weather bc people on the bus would torment seph and though he woulda FOUGHT THEM OFF seph just wanted to avoid it so, he walked her to school

∇ -. old age/aging headcanon- hades is honestly going to have trouble giving up immortality. he’s vain and he doesn’t want to grow old tbh. and bc he’s the ambassador he almost doesnt /have/ to ... 

♒ - cooking/food headcanon- hades loves chocolate milk its a sinful indulgence that he probably hid from belle for a long time and tbh he still denies himself chocolate milk a lot like challenges himself to go without chocolate milk for 90 days stupid shit like that everything’s a competition BUT HE LOVES CHOCOLATE MILK SO MUCH 

☼ - appearance headcanon- always immaculate. always. 

ൠ - random headcanon- hades sometimes refolds belle’s clothes that she folds bc its not good enough, sorry hon, 

◉ - Any other question of your choosing-don’t come at me

PAUL 

☾ - sleep headcanon- paul’s sleep schedule has long been outta wack, so he usually can only sleep three or four hours before his body gets himself up. normally he goes and gets a glass of water or if it’s a more restless night, he’ll have to read himself back to sleep. 

★ - sad headcanon- paul was the one who told his mother that lucas died 

☆ - happy headcanon- when the babies were born paul like basically spent the entire day taking pictures of themmm with perdy and he was so so happy and he still has every single picture no matter how terrible the shots 

☠ - angry/violent headcanon- paul has a tiny bit of a violent streak in him that he can mostly control, but he does get into fights with other blokes and has thrown stuff when he gets mad. 

✿ - Sex headcanon- the first time paul had sex his first words were “holy shit” quickly followed by “sorry” quickly followed by him coming. it was not the most impressive first time.

■ -  Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon- paul and lucas shared a room and they were around the same size and had lots of the same tastes so they shared everything else too, so often that when lucas died, paul couldn’t remember if certain shirts were his, which albums were his, etc. 

♡ - romantic headcanon- paul is the type to write random notes and leave them around the house. he did this for perdy when she was pregnant and some of them had clues that led to OTHERs because he’s extra we know he’s extra 

♥ - family headcanon- the patts family is rarely all in one place, but they always congregate for one thing: football in the spot. unless paul’s mom is having a bad time, even she’ll come down. 

☮ - friendship headcanon- though roger is certainly his best friend, harry is his oldest friend-- knowing him since they were both wee lads in primary school around 6 or 7 years old. they tried out for the football team together. 

♦ - quirks/hobbies headcanon- paul actually knows how to brew his own beer! he learned his from johnny, who is a beer connoisseur and like makes his own types and swears he’s gonna get rich of them (probably never will) but Paul used to help Johnny with the whole process and they’d organize like ‘tasting’ parties which-- was just a bunch of men getting very drunk and playing card games tbh.  

☯ - likes/dislikes headcanon- shopping for new clothes, he always feels so fancy and rich / grocery shopping nothing could be more boring and he usually impulse buys like more beer and sweets than he needs lol 

▼ - childhood headcanon- paul broke his arm when he was 8 after falling out of a tree and into the shrubbery. he was trying to hide from simon who had just got a new paintball gun and wanted to use paul as his target practice !!! 

∇ -. old age/aging headcanon- paul is gonna be the old guy who thinks he’s “cool” and “hip” and will like do the line dances and idk probably pick up a mid-life crisis hobby like SKIING thats dangerous but makes him feel “alive.”

♒ - cooking/food headcanon- his mother makes the most amazing cinnamon hot cocoa. whenever he’s sad, it’s what he craves, to him, sadness tastes and smells like cinnamon. 

☼ - appearance headcanon- paul loves getting ready for events. he and perdy would spend an equal amount deciding on outfits and doing their hair and shit he just-- feels so goddamn fancy. 

ൠ - random headcanon- paul lets edith read all his stories. she is the only one. she still gets emailed drafts. this is because edith hates reading, so if edith likes something, he knows that it’s good.

◉ - Any other question of your choosing

[svfedotov]

Mukbang: Korean for Eating and Broadcasting (Part 2)

         Se-Yeon gripped her cellphone in her hand but she couldn’t quite bring herself to dial 119. Something about Min-Hee promising to tell her story captured her interest. Perhaps it was the sincerity behind her voice or just Se-Yeon’s own need for a rational explanation, but her fingers froze up as she tore her eyes away from her phone and back onto her computer.

             Min-Hee was still holding the clouded eyeball to the camera as if test her audiences reaction. With a fluid movement, she dropped the eyeball into her mouth and chewed it thoughtfully before making a bitter face.

             “Yuck, it tastes like grizzle.”

            She shook her head playfully and smiled.

   clowns_are_coming:

  Gotta eat everything LOL

      hobitzzz:

    i called the cops! they’re coming to get u!

      RoguePirateParty:

    ugh, ur nasty >:(

      Min-Hee ignored the comments and dug a fingernail into the right cheek, getting herself a large piece. She looked at thoughtfully.

             “His name is Lee Young-Hwan and he was born in 1960.”

             She let out a small sigh as she ate the meat.

             “He is the only son of Lee Sung-Ki and Lee Sook-Ja. He comes from very old money, some sort of linen and cloth company established during the Cheaongye era. As you can imagine, as he was growing up, he didn’t lack for anything.”

             She reached off camera in the brief pause and brought out a large serrated knife. Se-Yeon felt her heart jump into her throat but like a bad car wreck, could not look away. Min-Hee moved the head face up and put the knife between the lips.  

             “While the rest of the country suffered from the after-effects of the Korean War, he grew up far away from the troubles.”

             The knife moved back and forth through the corners of the lips, down through the cheeks that split like an overcooked hotdog, and caught abruptly at the jaw bone.

             “Summers in Europe, grade school years in his uptown home in the Pyeongchang-Dong area of Seoul where he attended the elite schools. You know the type,” she added, grasping the jaw with one hand and pressing against the head with the other. “Rich and spoiled.”

             With an audible crack, she twisted the jaw to the left and then back to the right, working out whatever cartilage still held it to the skull. The jaw bone, now lacking any cheek muscle or sinew to hold up, flopped cartoonishly open, only being held by the skin under the chin. Min-Hee laughed and grabbing the head by the hair, showed it to the camera. Se-Yeon could clearly see the full damage of the former Mr. Lee.

             His mismatched eye holes held only the one eye and stared dead back at the audience. The hunks of flesh that Min-Hee had picked and eaten left large craters in his face and smooth crests of bone could be seen where the forehead was. The jaw though, that just hung limply off the head like a horny cartoon wolf, and within it, it revealed a perfect set of teeth that led all the way back throat.

      LifeisaBunnyman:

    …no tongue…

             Instead of what should’ve been a gray, cooked tongue, there was a jagged cut along a meaty stump. Odd, though Se-Yeon, I don’t remember her taking the tongue out. It must have been removed earlier, perhaps even when…

             “Well, he just wouldn’t stop screaming, you know?” said Min-Hee. She grabbed the jaw and mimicked mouth movements as she put on a goofy voice. “Oh please Min, I’ll give you whatever you want, I won’t call the cops, blah blah blah.”

             Once again, she placed the head on the table and grabbed the knife. She swiftly cut through the rest of the chin skin and removed the jaw completely. Her hand glistened with the oil from the chin fat as she drew the jaw to her mouth and peeled off the small amount of flesh that still clung to the bone with her teeth. It jiggled in her teeth before she sucked it in and chewed.

             liu_dai:

    oh my god oh my god oh my god

      clowns_are_coming:

    woah, hardcorre

      “That part is pretty chewy,” she said through a mouthful of food. “But the cheeks are the best.”

             She dug the chopsticks deep into the right cheek. The flesh gave way easily and she gleefully ate it with a satisfied sigh. After a half a minute of pecking, she once again reached for the knife and with the tip this time, ran the edge along the heads brow from one lobe to the other. As she worked, she continued her story.

             “Anyway, Young-Hwan had everything he wanted and you know what happens to people who have everything they want? They like to do bad things.”

             She grabbed the edge of the forehead skin and pulled carefully so as not to rip it.

             “I hear raw skin peels off like an orange, but the cooked skin keeps threatening to tear,” she commented. “Sorry, I just keep interrupting my story. Okay, so as Young-Hwan got older, he started to do bad things. When he was in middle and high school, he was the ringleader of his own gang and would go into town after school to beat up kids from other schools. He knew he couldn’t do at his own school, of course, everyone was just as rich and powerful as he was and he would get in trouble really quickly, but the kids in other districts were easy pickings. He would find the smallest, weakest kids and shake them down for money! Can you believe that! He had an allowance bigger than some people’s paychecks and he beat up poor kids for change!”

             A look of anger flashed across her face as she spoke.

             “And it wasn’t just kids, he would beat up homeless people too, even had his gang take pictures of it as he squatted next their beat up bodies. Rumor had it he had driven some poor student to suicide but no one ever came forward to prosecute him. Everyone was scared of him. He got in plenty of trouble for all the fighting and stealing, of course, but nothing ever came of it. He would either pay off the cops when they showed up or his parents would pay them off later. He never learned consequences.”

             She paused her story as the forehead peeling finally reached the hairline. With the extra weight of the hair and the hair follicles, the rest of the job was much easier. Min-Hee cut and scalped along the hairline and with one final tug, pulled the entire mass off the skull. Trapped steam gently curled out warm bone. She held up the scalp and looked at the camera.

             “I’m not eating this,” and threw it off screen.

             Se-Yeon had remained speechless the entire time. She instinctively shoved a handful of salad in her mouth to prevent herself from screaming, feeling the cucumber and tomato juice drip down her chin. She wanted to turn it off, she had to turn it off, but she was scared to even go near her keyboard for fear that Min­-Hee would find her and eat her next. All Se-Yeon could do was chew sloppily and stare forward, her hands in tight fists on her lap.

             Her food seemed foreign in her mouth but she knew if she kept eating it, she would be human, a good human eating her good food. Not whatever what was playing on the screen. She felt her mind go blank as she frenzied over the food around her, trying to separate her world from that of Min-Hee’s. The rice is next, she thought, and grabbed the rice bowl. Forgoing the chopsticks, she scooped as much as she could in her mouth and chewed. As soon as one bite was done, she immediately shoved in the other, devouring the whole bowl in mere seconds. The fish, already half eaten, went in as well. She winced as the small bones scratched her cheeks and scraped her throat, but she didn’t slow down.

             Her stomach moaned as the food hit her gut, but she silenced it with the entire glass of barley tea. She loudly burped and fell over weakly on the low table, her head turned to Min-Hee’s show. The food bowls were scattered at her feet to which she quickly kicked them away in disgust. She felt a little more relaxed, but not by much. Not nearly enough.

             At some point during Se-Yeon’s fury, Min-Hee had gotten a small crab hammer and was gently breaking open Young-Hwan’s skull.

             “Eventually,” continued Min-Hee. “Young-Hwan grew up, went to college, and became the vice-president of his parents company. Suddenly he got the power to be a bully on a much larger level. He began to aggressively shove out other textile companies with backhanded tactics, frivolous law suits, and even outright intimidation. Thanks to his tenacity, he made his company much more powerful and him much more above the law.”  

             The skull, softened from the boiling, finally gave way for a hole big enough for Min-Hee to fit her small hand in. She smiled as she felt the brain squish between her fingers.

             “But no one escapes forever.”

                                                            ********

             “Lee Young-Hwan?” repeated Detective Kim as he listened to Min-Hee talk. “Anyone got details on him?”

             A young addition to the force named Pak was typing away at the nearest computer and spoke without looking away from the screen.

          “Apparently Lee Young-Hwan is the heir to a multi-million textile fortune, known for his aggressive tactics and mostly worked behind the scene.”

           He pointed at the pictures the search engine had brought up. It was definitely him. Few of the pictures were posed, most were of him working on site somewhere or inside a courtroom, but the man in the official family photos with his elderly parents and wife exhibited the same face as the girl was eating.

         “It appears he has not been reported missing,” continued Pak who had just as quickly brought up the missing persons search. “He must have disappeared very recently. We’ll make sure to have his family contacted.”

         The reveal of the deceased name only brought more questions. How did this Min-Hee manage to get Mr. Young? Aren’t the rich usually surrounded by bodyguards? Did he have a habit of disappearing for a day or more at a time so often that no one went looking for him? Most importantly, where was the rest of his body?

        “I wonder,” he mumbled to himself before turning to the young cop again. “Have there been any reports of headless bodies showing up?”

        Pak did a quick search on the internal server and shook his head.

        “Nothing. But she is quite small and considering the short period of time he’s been missing, she most likely did not have time to dispose of the body.”

        “And her size suggests that she would have to break down the body into smaller parts to move it on her own, which would take some time,” said Detective Kim, finishing Pak’s train of thought.  “Unless she has an accomplice.”

        “She is quite famous, she just might.”

         Kim watched as Min-Hee started to cut through Young’s mouth. He had seen plenty of cadavers in his day, intact and in various parts, fresh, rotten, water-logged, dried under the sun, but this was on a whole new level. She was on a whole new level. Min-Hee appeared so normal. If he had ever passed her on the street, he would never imagine that she would be capable of killing and eating a human being. She had the appearance of a well-raised youth, a woman that just passed into adulthood, who would spend her time matching her clothes to her make-up, reading glossy magazines, and meeting with her friends over sweet deserts in trendy shops. The kind that would secretly binge sugary dramas and was a klutz in the kitchen but always aimed to improve. She would fret over her weight even though she barely gained any and worked in a flower shop run by a sweet, but nosy old lady.

         But this was definitely not her reality. Min-Hee existed somewhere much darker, much more accepting of violence and hate. She might indeed have been all the things he would’ve assumed, an existence of glittery eyeliner and bulbous flowers, but that was only what she projected. That was merely the skin she wore to blend in with society. She had filled up every crack and split with a brand new person and smoothed it over so perfectly that she would never appear as alien as she really was. Min-Hee was the true wolf in sheep’s clothing.

         Kim found himself staring deep at her face, looking for some sort of hint of bent nose or covered scar, something to give away the demonic personality that she hid, but there was nothing. She was perfect. Her eyes projected nothing but kindness even as she dislocated the jaw. Her lips curled playfully as if she was posing in photo booth. He was stunned by his complete inability to read her.

         The sharp ring of a cellphone broke him out of his trance. He had forgotten that his partner, Song, was still next to him. Song flipped his phone open and pressed into his ear.

         “Song,” he answered his phone sharply before responding to a series of phrases on the other end.

       “Okay…yes…yes…we’ll meet you downstairs. Goodbye.”

         He clicked his phone off and looked at Kim.

         “She’s been traced.”

         “You found her?”

             Song nodded and motioned Kim to follow him downstairs.

             “She’s not far, in Seoul actually. She streaming from a warehouse in Geumcheon District. We got a team ready to go. Hopefully she’ll stay live until we get there. “

             Their leather shoes slapped down the hallway as they dipped into a stairwell and quickly maneuvered to the underground garage. Four heavily armed officers stood in full SWAT uniform next to a SWAT van and a female officer sat behind the wheel of an official blue, yellow, and white police car. She stepped out of the car and opened the side doors for the two new arrivals.

             “Detective Kim, Officer Song,” she said with a bow. “I’m Officer Choi, I’ll be driving.”

             They returned the greeting and hopped in. With a flick of flashing lights, the two cars sped out of the garage and on to the road. Song pulled out his phone again and logged into Min-Hee’s live stream. She was still at it, this time peeling the skin off Young’s forehead. Song’s eyebrows flew up as he made a disgusted face.

             “It just keeps getting worse,” he said, surprising Kim with his openness. Kim had never seen anything shake his partner. “Can you imagine someone like this walking around in the world?”

             “It takes all kinds,” responded Kim as he reached into his pocket for his cigarettes. He shook a couple loose and handed one to Song before lighting his own.

 “Her though? That’s a surprise, it’s so rare to see women being so violent. They don’t really like getting messy. Usually when the corpse is damaged like that, it’s a man doing the damage. I wouldn’t be surprised if this was personal.”

             “Or she’s crazy,” added the driver before excusing herself.

             Kim laughed humorlessly and took a deep drag.

             “Or she’s crazy.”

             Kim looked out the window as the buildings and people flew by him. The sun had long begun to set, setting the clouds on fire and turning the farther cityscape into a dark cut-out clawing at the sky. He felt himself glancing at the faces in the crowd, trying to pick out the dark secrets these nameless citizens were hiding. Which one of that group of old ladies was secretly a war bride? Was that young business man actually embezzling money? Did that happy couple beat and insult each other behind closed doors? Kim had been in the business long enough to know that you can’t judge a person by their cover; that even the smallest mouse is capable of killing, but Min-Hee was such the perfect young woman. Almost too perfect. Just like camouflage.

                                                     ******

         Se-Yeon ripped open her cabinets and grabbed her box of cereal. Gripping it to her chest, she snatched a bowl of apples that was sitting on her counter and the rest of the rice in her fridge. She could feel the delicate band of her sanity stretch farther and farther, threatening to snap into a shudder of violent screaming, and the only thing that kept everything intact was the food in pressed against her body. Something about the whole thing seemed almost unfair to her.

          She had dieted while Min-Hee ate meals big enough for six people. She had counted her calories while Min-Hee gleefully ate three McDonald’s meals with an extra-large soda. She had run three miles every morning, bathed her face in acne cream, and busted her ass keeping her weight down while Min-Hee, well, Min-Hee ate a human fucking head with a smirk on her face. She was insulting Se-Yeon, insulting all the work that she had put into herself as if to say ‘you’ll never be as perfect as me, you’ll never be this free.’

         Se-Yeon was mad and ashamed and in response decided to eat everything in her house. She would watch the video to the bitter end, knowing that at least what she was eating was clean and pure, not like whatever Min-Hee kept putting her body.

        Se-Yeon pulled up to the low table and began to shove handfuls of cereal in her mouth as Min-Hee proceeded to talk.

        “Oh, it’s so warm,” said Min-Hee as she pulled out a glob of gray, cooked brain. “It feels like scrambled eggs.”

       She gingerly took a bite.

        “It tastes just like the rest of him, kind of porky, but way stronger. So like pork brains.”

        She slurped a clump of it into her mouth.

        “It’s not bad. I guess being rich really seasons the soft bits.”

 LifeisaBunnyman:

Ha ha, wonder if u can deep fry it?

         “Hmmm, maybe I’ll try it next time,” responded Min-Hee.

 LifeisaBunnyman:

I was kidding!

          Min-Hee smiled and shrugged before continuing her story.

          “Where was I? Oh yes. So Young-Hwan started to shove out the competition of other companies. Didn’t matter who they were. Big, small, it was all a threat to him. Or, most likely, he enjoyed the power. One day, he decides that a small, family owned textile business was in his way and demanded that they sell to him. Of course, they said no. What he had offered them was much smaller than what the company earned and would put the family in the poor house. They turned him away but Young wouldn’t take no for answer.”

         She stuck her hand back in to the skull and pulled out another handful of gray matter. As she did, Se-Yeon bit off a chunk of apple and chewed it noisily as she watched.

       “The family was very small, consisting of a mother, father, grandmother, and a daughter. A couple of weeks after Young-Hwan visits, the father disappears. The mother, of course, contacts the police but they’re no help at all, saying that he most likely ran away from creditors or his family or any other millions of reasons that fathers run away. They said they would look, but they didn’t. The mother was now all alone.”

         Min-Hee had driven her nails into the remaining skin on the skull, an expression of hate crossing her face as she licked Young-Hwan’s brains off her other fingers.

        “One day, Young-Hwan and three of his cronies knock on the woman’s door. They came in, feigning sadness about her missing husband, and offered to buy up her company to release her from the burden of ‘man’s work.’ At first she refused until Young-Hwan warned her that it would be a shame if something happened to her daughter as well. Apparently little girls disappeared off the streets of Korea all the time, only to reappear years later in a Chinese whorehouse, not knowing anything but sucking cock for food. The woman relinquished the company then and there. She received five million won, a pittance that lasted only to the end of the month, and the family fell into poverty.”

         “The mother had started working at a laundry mat, working long hours for small pay and was completely heart broken by her husband’s disappearance. She began drinking as a way to cope and one day drank herself to death. Her daughter found her body still curled around a bottle; she was only twelve years old.”

        Se-Yeon felt herself tear-up at Min-Hee’s story. It wasn’t subtle, she was clearly talking about herself. Se-Yeon responded by eating a handful of cereal to choke back her tears.

 liu_dai:

can’t belive I’m still watching

         At this point, Min-Hee began tear apart what was left of the head and face, revealing more and more of the skull underneath. It was an odd sight, watching a person go from face to muscle to skull, like the layers of an onion. Min-Hee pulled out the remaining eyeball and squished it between her fingers like a grape.

          “It was then and there that the little girl decided to get revenge. She knew she was too small and had to focus on being a smart woman before she could do anything, but the moment would come and when she was 19, it did. Turned out Young-Hwan had a thing for collecting mistresses, especially young ones with big eyes and pink lips.”

                                                       ******

        “Kim, I think she’s reaching the end of her broadcast,” said Officer Song as they turned a sharp corner. The KNP SWAT team sirens were hot on their heels.

       “How far are we?” Kim asked the driver.

       “Almost there, she won’t get away.”

        She added the last part with a satisfied smirk.

        Song watched Min-Hee monologue into a scoop of brains with a nervous anticipation. He was running all the possible outcomes in his head, from Min-Hee following instructions and immediately giving herself up to her pulling out a gun or a knife and dying in a hail of bullets. No one can really predict how a criminal would act under pressure, but he was hoping that the SWAT team would not have to use their weapons. Or in the very least, he hoped that she was alone. One woman would be no match, but she could have a dozen people hiding just off camera. He wouldn’t have been surprised if she did; nothing about this case had been making any sense. He started playing with his ring again, feeling the smooth metal spin around his finger.

        “There it is,” pointed Choi to a warehouse that had just appeared in their line of sight. “That’s where she’s streaming from.”

       It was a small, one story warehouse that seemed to have been abandoned for a long time. Several windows had been busted out and weeds grew through the cracks in the cement. The building didn’t look like it could house a large company, maybe something family owned or with a limited product release.

        They pulled up the building and immediately piled out of their cars. Kim took in the visage in front of him, his hand resting on his issued gun. There was no indication of what the interior could contain, the warehouse sat as silent as the area around it.

        Kim and Song got on both sides of the main door, guns drawn, while the SWAT team emerged carrying a small, one person battering ram. The doors to the warehouse were old and wooden; easy for one strong armed officer to knock down. The detectives exchanged nods as Kim held up three fingers at the team.

         Three, two, one…

                                                       ******

          “There’s really not much left, is there?” said Min-Hee, holding the skinned skull.

          She had ripped off the nose with a sharp swipe of her knife and had blown into the holes, clearing chunks of meat that she shook out from the top of the skull. His ears had been laid off to the side with his jaw and she looked soulfully at was left of Young-Hwan as she continued.

         “The little girl grew up and started following Young-Hwan around. She went to all his favorite restaurants and bars until he noticed her. That’s how she had become his mistress. That’s how she got him alone.”

         She sighed and smiled into the camera.

        “That’s how she killed him.”

        Se-Yeon could feel her abdominal fighting her as she kept shoving food into her stomach. Min-Hee was smiling so benignly, like she had no care in the world, that Se-Yeon could feel herself tearing up. She bit her lip to keep herself from crying out loud. She looked at her own mess, the half-eaten apples, the spilled box of cereal, the empty bowls of rice and felt nothing but emptiness. No, that wasn’t quite right. She felt something, something close to pettiness. Suddenly, her diet seemed so pointless, her fears so minimal.

        Min-Hee had eaten her hate, her nightmares. She had become the stuff of mythology, the wild woman who had destroyed those that had threatened her. Maybe she wasn’t a crow in human flesh, maybe she was the dove, eating the worlds sin and telling everyone it’ll be okay. Min-Hee was taking her life back. Se-Yeon had suddenly become so envious, she burst into tears.

        Somewhere, she was sure she heard a man call Min-Hee’s name and the faint accusation of murder.

                                                                ******

           The door splintered after a couple of blows and let in the glow from the setting sun. Dead set in the middle of the warehouse was a bright computer screen on a desk with a large chair in front of it. The back of the chair faced Kim and his team who quickly filed in through the broken entry way. The table was wider than the chair and Kim could see some sort of tools scattered on the counter top.

         “Min-Hee! This is the police!” shouted Kim, his gun gripped in both hands. There was no movement from the chair.

         Aside from the glow of the computer screen, the rest of building was shrouded in dark shadows. Aging machines sat rusted against the walls and a fine layer of dust covered everything in the room. Kim motioned for the SWAT team to split up in case there were other people hidden in the corners.

        “Min-Hee! I repeat, this is the police!”

         Once again, there was no movement, just the continued flickering of the screen. She’s cocky, he thought, but she won’t get away. He and Song walked slowly towards the chair.

         “Min-Hee, get up, you’re under arrest for murder,” he ordered.

         Still nothing.

         As they approached the set-up, they could finally make out what was on the screen. It was Min-Hee, talking and holding up the well picked skull of Young-Hwan.

        “And that’s how she killed him,” said the Min-Hee in the stream.

                                                    ******

         A surprised look crossed Min-Hee’s face as a hand slowly crept over the stream and moved in front of the camera. It was thick, heavy with work, and wearing a gold ring on its middle finger with an inscription of an officer’s name and a “thank you for your work.” Min-Hee’s face was partly obscured by the large thumb, hiding her eyes and nose, but a clearly visible smile crept across her face.

         “Well well, if it isn’t the police,” she cooed. “I was wondering how long it would take for you to show up.”

                                                      ******

        “Min-Hee?” asked Song, grabbing the chair. He looked down at the chairs occupant and turned away in disgust.

         Instead of a young, perky girl eating a human head sat the decapitated naked, aged corpse of Young-Hwan. The screen flickered morbidly on the limp body as Min-Hee smiled in her broadcast. The various tools that Kim had spotted were not for eating, but for torture. Pliers, hammers, scissors, everything that could be used to torture a man was there, coated in dry blood and viscera. The body itself seemed severely damaged, indicating that Young-Hwan was tortured for quite a while before he was killed. His tongue was left behind as well, hammered to the table like a piece of wood. But it wasn’t just the headless corpse that had thrown him for a loop, it was what she had placed in its stead.

         Kim instantly bit his knuckle.

         On top of the bloody stump of a neck sat a web cam that pointed towards Min-Hee’s stream on the computer. Kim carefully waved his hand in front of the camera and saw it mirrored on the screen in front of him.

          “Well well, if it isn’t the police. I was wondering how long it would take for you to show up.”

          Kim stared blankly at the screen as Min-Hee smiled cleverly at her pursuers.

         “I hope tracing my web camera wasn’t too much of a hassle. As you can obviously guess, I couldn’t afford to have you actually find me, so I took some precautions. Don’t worry, you just made it in time to watch me sign off.”

         She stuck her fingers into Young-Hwan’s eye sockets and wiggled them, a giggle escaping from her lips.

         “Such a useless man,” she laughed. “Well, I’m guess I’m done here. I’ve really made a huge mess! I know this was very hard to watch but I want to thank everyone who has stayed with me. I really appreciate it. Also, a big thanks to the police for working so hard to catch me.”

        Kim cursed under his breath and turned away.

        Se-Yeon continued crying, her tears pouring into her mouth as she kicked the ground.

       “But you know what they say, the first one is always the hardest.”

       With a wink and a peace sign, she bowed her goodbyes.

       “Thank you for watching! Until next time.”

         And all across the world, screens went dark.

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get to know me?

1. what is your middle name? bree

2. how old are you? 15

3. when is your birthday? 12/05/2001

4. what is your favorite color? purple

5. what’s your lucky number? 4

6. do you have any pets? no, but i really want a cat!!

7. where are you from? poland

8. how many pairs of shoes do you own? too fucking many - i’m big on shoes

9. what was your last dream about? me getting pushed off the edge of a cliff by some random man

10. what talents do you have? i can sing:)

11. are you psychic in any way? no

12. favorite movie? true romance - 1994

13. who would be your ideal partner? someone who will play with my hair and have same taste in music as me. oh and they have to be funny - of course - i can’t be with somebody who takes everything seriously because 90% of what i say is a joke

14. do you want children? no, not really - it doesn’t appeal to me

15. do you want a church wedding? who knows if i’ll ever get married but, if i do by chance, i wouldn’t mind where it is

16. are you religious? i’m not full on but i do believe in god

17. have you ever been to the hospital? yes

18. have you ever got in trouble with the law? not yet

19. baths or showers? baths

20. what color socks are you wearing? none lol

21. have you ever been famous? no, sadly

22. would you like to be a big celebrity? maybe

23. what type of music do you like? literally anything and everything

24. have you ever been skinny dipping? yes

25. how many pillows do you sleep with? two

26. what position do you usually sleep in? on my side with one of my hands underneath my pillow

27. how big is your house? my parents house is bigger than anything you can imagine but where i’m staying at right now is just a tiny apartment

28. what do you typically have for breakfast? water lololol

29. have you ever fired a gun? a fake gun, yes. a real one, no. if somebody were to take me shooting i’d probably combust with happiness

30. have you ever tried archery? no, but i would love to

31. favorite clean word? soap

32. favorite swear word? fuck, to be honest

33. what’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep? 3-4 days

34. do you have any scars? yes

35. have you ever had a secret admirer? just one

36. are you a good liar? no - i’m brutally honest 25-8

37. are you a good judge of character? 95% of time

38. can you do any other accents other than your own? my native tongue

39. do you have a strong accent? yes

40. what is your favorite accent? australian!!

41. what is your personality type? enfj - i think that’s it

42. can you curl your tongue? yes

43. are you an innie or an outie? innie

44. left or right handed? left

45. are you scared of spiders? if they’re bigger than my hand, yes

46. favorite food? chinese - i really like mozzarella sticks also

47. are you a clean or messy person? clean, definitely - i can’t stand messes

48. most used phrase? “this bitch” or “u stupid girl/boy”

49. most used word? “fuck” or “shit”

50. how long does it take for you to get ready? 15-30 minutes? maybe more hehehe

51. do you have much of an ego? at times i do

52. do you suck or bite lollipops? suck

53. do you talk to yourself? sometimes - when i’m frustrated

54. do you sing to yourself? all the time

55. are you a good singer? yes

56. biggest fear? being alone, the future, people

57. are you a gossiper? depends on who we’re gossiping about

58. do you like long or short hair? it doesn’t matter

59. can you name all 50 states of america? yes

60. favorite school subject? english or theater, if that counts

61. extrovert or introvert? extrovert but i have moments where i’m shy

62. have you ever been scuba diving? no - i want to!!

63. what makes you nervous? times where i’m left alone for a long period of time

64. are you scared of the dark? no

65. do you correct people when they make mistakes? yes

66. are you ticklish? yes

67. have you ever started a rumor? yes

68. have you ever drank underage? yes - still do

69. have you ever done drugs? yes 

70. who was your first crush? a ginger back in kindergarten (i have no idea why i liked her, she used to put boogers in my hair)

71. how many piercings do you have? i think five?? might be more i missed

72. can you roll your r’s? yes

73. how fast can you type? bitch

74. how fast can you run? depends on what i’m running from or to

75. what color is your hair? my natural hair is brown - now, since i dyed it, it’s blond

76. what color are your eyes? gray

77. what are you allergic to? nothing that i know of

78. do you keep a journal? yes

79. do you like your age? i wish i was 19 & could stay that age forever

80. what makes you angry? many different things

81. do you like your own name? yes but at the same time i find it too unusual

82. have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they? no, i hate children but i get along great with them?? i don’t fucking understand

83. do you want a boy or a girl? no

84. how did you get your name? um, my parents gave it to me?? simple as that - no hidden meaning

85. were your ancestors royalty? not that i know of

86. do you sleep with your door closed? yes

87. do you sleep with your sheets tucked in or out? they’re tucked at my feet but not anywhere else - i don’t like being confined 

88. do you have freckles? just a few

89. what is your biggest pet peeve? almost everything people do

90. how many people have you slept with this week? zero

91. is it ok for guys to wear pink? definitely

92. what movies could you watch over and over again and still love? there’s so many but i’ll narrow it down to mean girls and fight club

93. are you stubborn? very

94. ever watch soap operas? with my girl best friends, yes

95. are you a virgin? no

96. relationship status? single

97. who’s your best friend? mickey

98. favorite holiday and why? christmas. it’s the most nostalgic holiday. u open the box with the same decorations you’ve know ur whole life & for awhile, it brings u back to ur childhood, or any other year. & every christmas has it’s own great memories, so u always think back on fond memories.

99. favorite fruit? i’m a little too obsessed with bananas lol

100. orientation? bisexual

10 confessions

i’m super affectionate. one of my favorite affections is holding hands & neck nuzzling

when i talk to new people, i tend to get really excited & ramble

when i’m in a relationship, i usually refer to my significant other as nerdy terms of affection (mostly cute names in polish/norweigan)

i tend to get deeply involved with everyone i meet

i have only went on one actual date in my entire life which is pathetic - these people i’ve been with suck major ass (no pun intended)

u would think i’ve learned but no - i wear my heart on my sleeve, so i feel my emotions deeper than some others may

i’m definitely not submissive - i follow my own path

storms tend to scare me more than i’d like to admit 

i can be very aggressive - u could be kidding around with me but if u say something i don’t like and/or i don’t like u in general then i’m about to be halfway through ripping ur head off in a split second