bulletunicorn
bulletunicorn
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bulletunicorn · 17 days ago
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the sad thing is that no matter what you say it will never beat the shit my parents said to me out of love
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bulletunicorn · 22 days ago
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and he NAILS IT✨✨
one of my favorite things about nbc Hannibal is that Hannibal is meant to be a polyglot, a renaissance man, brilliant, fluent in a dozen languages and excessively educated. and yet he is played by a chain-smoking Danish himbo who didn’t know what half his lines meant ❤️
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bulletunicorn · 23 days ago
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oh and when i said i don't want to participate in this conversation she told me she wants to di3. i will probably need therapy in the nearest future
my mom just implied that even if i manage to publish my book i will only sell one copy a year. happy friday to everyone with kind and supportive parents
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bulletunicorn · 23 days ago
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my mom just implied that even if i manage to publish my book i will only sell one copy a year. happy friday to everyone with kind and supportive parents
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bulletunicorn · 2 months ago
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i absolutely love Jack. he's good at what he does, which is FBIying (well, until Hannibal comes into the picture). he does save innocent lives by pushing Will and through Will's hands (mind). which makes him a terrible friend, yes. still great character tho
Am I overexaggerating or is Jack a horribly bad friend?
And just...a bad boss and a rude college and...
I hate him and I can't tell if that's an unpopular opinion
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bulletunicorn · 2 months ago
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Peter is your social worker in that horse is the BEST line in the history of cinema and i will die on that hill
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bulletunicorn · 2 months ago
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"yes I have an agenda! living!"
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bulletunicorn · 2 months ago
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ok, so i DO like him..
do i like him or am i just bored
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bulletunicorn · 2 months ago
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every time i make a mistake at work and get extremely anxious, i remind myself that highest US officials shared war plans in a group chat and accidentally added a journalist in there, so there's literally no reason to have a panic attack
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bulletunicorn · 3 months ago
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my crush: what are u doing this weekend
me: writing
him, on saturday evening: so what did u do today?
me: ...i was writing.
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me, talking to my friend: my mom hates me because i'm not a NYC bestselling author yet
me: i'm twenty one
me: am i, like, supposed to be world famous by now or what???
my friend:
my friend: do you wanna come live with me?
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my mom: your book takes so fucking long.
also my mom: could you please stop writing and go do something else?
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my crush: so, how's your school?
me: well, i've signed up for a few exams
me: all of them are on days i have shifts
him: ...and what are you gonna do about it
me: ...i have to do something about it?
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me: she hates the fact that i'm writing a lot.
my friend: well, it seems like she hates everything you do.
me: YES
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my crush *shows genuine compassion, is supportive & tells me i'll accomplish everything i want in this life*
me, turning to my mom: see? it's not that hard, is it?
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some real-life dialogue i had in the last month that i wish was made up but isn't (for further usage in some angsty novel)
mom: when you were born, you made me the happiest human being alive.
me, crying: then what went wrong?
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my friend: why u sad? does your day look like this? *proceeds to send me a picture of study materials while preparing for exam*
me: no. does your mom talk about her own death every evening?
my friend: touche.
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mom: i don't have a reason to live.
me:
me: you have two children.
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mom: i love you. i love you so, so much.
me: i know, but sometimes i don't feel like it.
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mom: your dad would want you to go to college.
me, with zero emotions: dad is dead.
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the same friend *doesn't respond for couple of days*
me: are u alive
me: don't go
me: don't be like my dad, don't leave too early
friend *responds instantly*: your humour got fucking dark.
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bulletunicorn · 3 months ago
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some real-life dialogue i had in the last month that i wish was made up but isn't (for further usage in some angsty novel)
mom: when you were born, you made me the happiest human being alive.
me, crying: then what went wrong?
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my friend: why u sad? does your day look like this? *proceeds to send me a picture of study materials while preparing for exam*
me: no. does your mom talk about her own death every evening?
my friend: touche.
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mom: i don't have a reason to live.
me:
me: you have two children.
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mom: i love you. i love you so, so much.
me: i know, but sometimes i don't feel like it.
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mom: your dad would want you to go to college.
me, with zero emotions: dad is dead.
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the same friend *doesn't respond for couple of days*
me: are u alive
me: don't go
me: don't be like my dad, don't leave too early
friend *responds instantly*: your humour got fucking dark.
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bulletunicorn · 3 months ago
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"main character should be relatable" no, screw that. i want my main character to be completely UNHINGED. i want him to be so outrageously weird in the best way possible so he's never mistaken for anyone else in the history of literature. i want his lines to be iconic. i want people to look at a quote and be like "yeah, that's him". i want him to do weirdest stuff and somehow get away with it. i want him to be a complex human being and somehow be BETTER than a human being.
that's my design.
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bulletunicorn · 3 months ago
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POV: that genre of wattpad books
I woke up early in my bedroom and spent a few minutes staring at myself in the mirror. My pretty, symmetrical face with full lips, small nose and incredibly big light blue eyes with purplish undertones looked sleepy - more sleepy than usual, in fact. I threw my long, wavy, brown hair into a messy bun and put on skinny jeans and a crop top. My outfit perfectly highlighted my features: curvy hips, long, model-like legs, chest area and tiny tiny waist.
I ran down the stairs to the kitchen, where my mum was eating her breakfast.
«Oh, hi, honey», she said. «How did you sleep last night?»
«Bad», I complained. «You know I have anxiety disorder and insomnia. Of course it was bad.»
«I'm so sorry. Here, have breakfast.»
«I'm not hungry, mum», I said, as I looked around and noticed that our kitchen looked different: very clean and polished.
«Oh, if I were you, I would rather eat something filling», she said. «You have a big day coming.»
«What do you mean?» I asked, searching for my glasses. Unfortunately, I don't have any troubles with my sight, so these are fake. I wear them, because I'm a nerd. «Today is Sunday. I don't even go to school today», I said, completely throwing under the table the fact that I don't go to school anyway: after all, I am smarter than all of my peers and I absolutely despise the educational system here in America.
«Well... I have news for you. Please promise me you won't get mad. The thing is... I sold you to a band.»
I looked at her. Her eyes were very sad and she seemed worried.
«You did what?» I asked, convinced that there is some sort of misunderstanding going on.
«That's right, honey. I sold you to a music band.»
«Mum... you do realise it's a federal crime, don't you?»
«I'm sorry, my love. I had no other choice. Your father's multibillionaire firm filed for bankruptcy. We needed to sell you to survive.»
I couldn't say a word. My mum sighed, sipped from her cup and fixed the sleeve of her snow white vintage Chanel sweater, throwing a long look at her golden rings and expensive watches.
«Besides», she added, «you know that inflation is terrible right now. We need to diversify our investment portfolio. Hence why we decided to sell you.»
«This must be a joke», I murmured. «How could dad go broke? He runs mafia. He's basically a government official right now. There is no way he could do that to us.»
«There's a new mafia boss in town», my mum explained. «His name starts with J. But enough talk, your new owners are here.»
The door opened and a bunch of asian-looking dudes entered the room. One of them started speaking and I couldn't understand a word.
I started to have a suspicion that my mother didn't sell me to a band, but to a Chinese government instead.
«Hello?» I said, gaining control over the situation. Men looked at me and gasped at my beauty.
«Good morning, Adrianelle», one of them said calmly, with his deep, velvety voice. «My name is Kim Namjoon. We are here to take care of you.»
He then turned to my mum and said:
«Can we pay with cash? We wanna avoid taxes. Already paying enough of those in our motherland.»
I smirked. He gave my mum a stock of dollar bills. I started to feel a little cheap: it was not a lot of money.
Maybe I should just call the Internal Revenue System? They all would get arrested. But I couldn't, just looking at the insanely handsome man paying my mum. Such a shame. A man this fine should never spend his lifetime in prison.
Besides, they probably are famous, which means they wouldn't be persecuted anyway. This is how justice works.
I know about it, because I'm extraordinarily smart and superior to everyone.
My mum waved at me.
«Bye, hon», she said, as she proceeded to eat her breakfast. She didn't seem very devastated for someone who has just engaged in human trafficking.
Oh, anyways. I might as well call Vice News. They could be interested in that story, right?
«Are you nervous?» Namjoon asked.
I found this question inappropriate. We're not in the bedroom. Why should I be nervous? He doesn't look intimidating.
«I'm not», I shouted. «My dad is a mafia boss. He won't let any of you hurt me.»
Someone laughed. It was one of the boys. He was tall, handsome, he had black hair and beautiful smile. And huge biceps, too.
«Wow, you must be working out a lot», I said, while flirtatiously throwing my hair off the shoulder.
«No, princess», he said charmingly. «I was born this way».
«Jungkook!» Namjoon shouted. «You two could talk later. We have to go. The airplane is waiting.»
I ran outside just to have my thoughts confirmed. A big private airplane landed at the backyard of our mansion.
«I must apologize», Namjoon added without any accent, but with adorable smile. «We probably broke a couple laws by parking here. However, we had no choice. It was all Jin's decision. He wanted to impress you.»
«Don't worry about that», I said with a big smile on my face. «Nobody cares about laws in this country anyways. Not even those who make them.»
The rest of the guys showed up as well. They gathered around the plane, and, since I was standing next to the plane, around me.
I noticed Jungkook's gaze as he scanned my body with his sharp eyes. I blushed, blinked and got nervous. Shiver went down my spine, making my hands tremble. There was something about this man and his playful, yet so serious look. I immediately understood that he has deep secrets and dark past he tries to cover by putting on a facade.
Someone turned around.
«Oh shit!» he shouted in Korean.
He had every reason to do so.
It was three black cars, driving down the street. They stopped right in front of our house. Armed men started getting out of the cars.
«Fuck!» one of the other guys screamed. «The CIA stalked us! They know we're here!»
I almost choked. However, there was no time for choking.
«GET IN THE PLANE!» Namjoon shouted, and I kind of liked that. I wish he talked like that more.
«What happens if I don't?» I whispered with a naughty yet innocent look on my face.
«Then I'll throw you on my shoulder and bring inside myself!»
«You can't do that», other guy interfered. «That is harassment. On top of that, that is rude.»
«Hurry up!» someone shouted. «They are close!»
I ran into the plane. Boys followed me, and the plane immediately took off. I looked through the window and noticed the ground quickly go further and further. I realised my life would now drastically change; but I was excited for the future and didn't think about the aftermath. 
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bulletunicorn · 4 months ago
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do i like him or am i just bored
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bulletunicorn · 5 months ago
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no but you don't get what it's like to be me. i live on zero time. i never have spare time, ever. i am constantly doing the thing. i am not allowed any rest.
free time? days off? like who are you? you don't have a million things to do? i do not understand.
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bulletunicorn · 5 months ago
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an (incomplete) list of my absolute favourite cliches:
1. they love each other but can't be together (sorry but that's a classic) 2. they hate each other (not really) 3. "I know you're, like, my best friend and everything, but i'd totally fuck you if you asked me to<3" 4. one of them is stone cold and shows zero emotions while the other one is sunshine who spreads love everywhere and the cold one is really annoyed at first and seems to dislike them and the warm one proceeds to give them all this attention trying to make them happy but it never works until eventually he/she is really hurt by the other person's coldness and tries to distance themself and the emotionless character realises they really miss them and in the end he/she breaks down because he/she actually had these feelings for them all along but tried to shut it down because he/she doesn't know how to act on them and in reality he/she is not cold and emotionless at all 5. emotionally hurt by their parents, carries that trauma through all adult life and till their death their only wish is that their parents would actually love them back 6. INSANE, multi-level, over-the-top schemes that somehow work out, because the character is just like that. a fucking genius 7. even better, MULTIPLE INSANE SCHEMES by different characters with different goals and different strategies. their plans and intrigues interfere with one another, which leads to unpredictable consequences. 8. a group splits, someone realises there's an impostor in another team 9. just impostors and doppelgangers in general 10. absurdity in the system 11. absurdity IS the system 12. unnecessarily thorough descriptions of food 13. love at dark times (war) 14. they're both in denial 15. watching your loved one marry someone else 16. the witness realises who's done the murder and tries to tell everyone but gets killed off (read hundreds of detective stories, still gets me every. single. time.) 17. a female character gets a glowup and enjoys her newfound power 18. two smart characters try to outmanipulate each other and it's unclear who's taking over 19. a kind and honest character is suddenly caught lying for no apparent reason 20. every character is morally grey in their own unique way 21. ex-lovers with very specific ex-lovers chemistry (not friends, not lovers, not enemies, kind of in between) 22. spin the bottle / truth or dare that turns into long-awaited love confession 23. one of them is always going out, dating, flirting, the other one is quietly watching, knowing they will never be an option 24. while we're on the topic of that. ANGST. 25. main character with painfully serious self-esteem issues 26. same-sex best friends to lovers, except for one of them it was just a phase 27. a choice that is too hard (choosing between your loved one and your country's safety/lives of innocent people/your kid/etc.) 28. rivals, but on an entirely different level (rulers of two antagonistic countries; governor VS the leader of the opposition and so on) 29. hanahaki (bc apparently i'm still 14) 30. murder mystery.
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bulletunicorn · 6 months ago
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I keep thinking about this moment when Abigail says "this was not supposed to be my life."
I never used to relate to that quote before.
now I understand.
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