#“I would never call an actual fat person fat” ok so why do you use it like a weapon against each other?? why does it make it ok now?? ever?

[alittleemo]

at a point where I think if I met my sister today I would not want to know her

[daceydeath]

I Want to Watch (Part 5)

Pairing: Wooyoung x reader x Seonghwa Word Count: 2.2K Genre: Pure Filth 🔞 Warnings: 18+, MDNI, Explicit Activities

Wooyoung decides to surprise you with more than just one brilliant idea of his

You always hated when Ateez were traveling for performances or press stuff and this was no different, you had pouted for a whole hour when your boyfriend had informed you they were heading to Japan again for some reason that you hadn't actually listened to because you tuned out when you realized that it would be at the same time that you were meant to be celebrating your second anniversary.

"Baby stop looking so sad I haven't even gotten to the good part yet" Wooyoung grumbled loudly, you mock glared at him and waited for him to continue. "We talked about it and we think you should come too since it will be your birthday".

"You want to take me with you? with Ateez? to Japan?" you asked, looking suspicious.

"Yeah baby I want you to come with us" Wooyoung grinned emphatically at you.

"You guys always room together, I think this might be a 'fuck one of my members while were on tour' fantasy" You replied deadpanned as he huffed theatrically.

"Ok it might also be that but I don't know who I'll be sharing with this time so it might just be you, me and San again" he shrugged as though that ended any of your arguments.

"And what if it's Hongjoong?" you teased knowing full well he hadn't told the captain what was going on in this little experimental sex discovery that you were on. Wooyoung screwed up his nose and walked into the kitchen effectively leaving the conversation there. Rolling your eyes you continued to watch the show you had paused to listen to his plan and waited for him to come back, after a few minutes his phone rang.

"Why is that the first question nearly everyone has answered?" he yelped, making you jump. "No you aren't the first person I have asked, do you want me to put you on speaker? she's here"

"Wooyoung!" Seonghwa's voice floated out of the phone scolding the younger man.

"Hey Hwa" you called from your spot on the couch "How are you?".

"Hi sweetheart, I'm fine just having a minor heart attack because of your beloved idiot" he chuckled anxiously.

"Woo don't be a dick to Seonghwa" you frowned looking at said idiot confused.

"I was texting hyung to see if he wanted to come round and play" Wooyoung smirked, noticing how your mouth fell into a silent 'o'.

"Hwa don't feel pressured you don't have to if it's awkward or makes you uncomfortable" you explained quickly "I won't be offended and we can pretend Woo never asked you".

"See she is completely down, in fact she looks quite happy about the idea" Wooyoung almost growled as you felt yourself flushing all the way to your chest the idea of Seonghwa wanting you making the first wave of arousal hit you like a train.

"I'll be over in 10" Seonghwa ground out his voice already deeper than it was only a moment ago. As the line went dead Wooyoung looked you up and down, noticing how you shifted in your seat heat already building in your core.

"If you are a good girl I might even let him taste you instead of fucking you" Wooyoung's honeyed voice making you swallow hard and lick your lips. "Now be a good girl and go to the bedroom and strip down to your underwear".

You had to stop yourself from bolting, Wooyoung had first been offended and then teased you relentlessly for months when he found out that before he had asked you out you had had a big fat crush on Seonghwa and although you loved your boyfriend it didn't mean you found Seonghwa any less appealing than you originally did. You heard Wooyoung's voice welcoming and directing Seonghwa towards where you were waiting perched on the bed in just your lace lingerie.

"She's already waiting hyung" Wooyoung chuckled as Seonghwa appeared in the doorway looking every bit the predator looking to strike.

"Fuck, look at you sweetheart. All pretty just for me" Seonghwa's smooth voice went straight to your core making it clench and drip around nothing in anticipation.

"Hi Hwa" you bit your lower lip preening at his compliment.

"Now we have a few rules like I told you before but you can pick which one you want you can either fuck her or eat her out the choice it up to you hyung" Wooyoung's low matter of fact tone made you pout even though you continued to stare at Seonghwa.

"And what happens if your pretty little girlfriend wants both of those things?" he raised his eyebrow challengingly as he slowly slunk towards you.

"Well if she wants that she has to be extra good, don't you baby?" Wooyoung cooed, his fingers grasping your chin to make you look at him.

"Please Woo, I'll be so good I promise" you whined pitifully looking at him through your lashes as he loomed above you. "I'll be the best girl ever, please".

"God you are so fucking sexy when you beg" Wooyoung groaned letting go of your chin and moving towards his desk chair when he sat himself down legs spread wide already palming himself through his jeans.

Seonghwa wasted no time, his long fingers grabbing your chin and tilting your head up to press his lips gently to yours. His perfect plump lips so soft against yours as he sensually deepened the kiss sliding his tongue between your lips to explore your mouth while you whimpered.

"Can I touch you Hwa?" you mumbled against his lips.

"Of course sweetheart, how would I fuck you otherwise" he purred sexily letting you reach out to grab the shirt he was wearing, undoing the buttons one by one to expose slivers of his beautiful golden skin. He moved his fingers to trace the outline of the lace that clad your breasts making goosebumps erupt across your skin, opening his shirt you reached up to push it from his shoulders letting it fall gracefully to the floor letting your hands glide down his pecs and abs before he began undoing his belt.

“Anything off the table sweetheart or can I do whatever I want with you” Seonghwa murmured his eyes searching yours to make sure you understood.

“You can do anything you like Hwa” you bit your bottom lips as his fingertips dragged against your nipples pinching one of them softly making you arch slightly. Stepping out of his pants he elegantly sunk to his knees spreading your own further apart to accommodate him pulling you in by the nape of your neck to kiss you again while he continued to tease you with his fingers.

“You are so fucking beautiful” Seonghwa breathed his hands now rubbing up and down your thighs his ebony eyes dropping to take in how wet the lace between your legs was “so fucking perfect sweetheart” he smirked letting his fingers begin to trail over the wet fabric pressing just hard enough for movement to send small jolts through you.

“Hwa. Hwa” you pleaded wide eyed as he lent in to place a chaste kiss to your lips.

“Let him enjoy himself baby, you can’t be selfish or no one will want to play with you” Wooyoung teased, clearly enjoying himself. Before you could respond Seonghwa pushed the fabric aside with one finger exposing you properly to him and leaning to to give your folds a few soft kitten licks.

“God you taste like heaven, no wonder you didn’t want to share that” Seonghwa turned his head towards Wooyoung as he tugged the fabric to shimmy it down your legs.

“I can still tell you to fuck off if I want” Wooyoung laughed as you pouted at him. “Don’t worry baby I won't let you get all riled up for nothing”.

Seonghwa turned back to you, nudging you back so you were propped up on your elbows as he finally gave you what you wanted, his tongue licking a slow stripe from your entrance to your clit making you close your eyes in pleasure before he really went all in. Seonghwa flicked at your clit a few times before moving to push his tongue as deep as he could inside of you, making you mewl and thread your fingers into his hair to keep him as close to you as you could. Switching between licking and sucking on your clit and fucking you with his tongue it was taking an embarrassingly short time before you could feel yourself involuntarily clenching your walls around the wet muscle that seemed to reach exactly where you needed him.

“Seonghwa… oh my god…. Seonghwa” you moaned loudly, rocking your hips against his face shamelessly your clit bumping against his nose only for him to pull away at the last moment making you whine frustratedly.

“Sorry sweetheart but I need you cumming on my cock” Seonghwa smirked, licking your essence from his lips lewdly, you almost sobbed feeling your high fade while Seonghwa finally shucked off his pants grabbing your legs and tipping you backwards so your legs were now against his chest. Your eyes instantly drew to the long and beautiful cock that stood hard against his abs, the blush pink tip already leaking precum making you clench again.

“Look at you baby, so desperate for hyung’s cock that you're clenching before he even gets it inside you” Wooyoung mumbled, staring at your slick folds.

“Please Hwa. Please let me have your cock. I need it” you whimpered, tears beginning to form in the corners of your eyes as you begged so turned on that you couldn’t stop the visceral reaction you were having to him.

“Such a good girl, so sweet and with such good manners” Seonghwa smiled slyly, rubbing the head of his dick against your soaking folds, catching your clit with each movement sending jolts of pleasure through you again.

“Fuck Seonghwa please” you moaned the first fat tear running down your cheek.

“You wish is my command sweetheart” Seonghwa whispered, lining himself up with your entrance and slowly sinking himself inside you until he bottomed out making you both groan in unison. Your mind went blank only registering the feeling of Seonghwa’s hands on your calves and his cock languidly thrusting into you, his hips pressing against your arse as he took his time savoring you.

“You only just started and she looks so fucked out already” Wooyoung laughed breathily but you could barely register his words as you focused on Seonghwa, the slight crease in his brow, the faint sheen of sweat on his chest and brow, the way his lips fell open each time his perfect cock kissed your cervix.

“Harder Hwa” you gasped your fingers tangling in the sheets beside you “need more”.

“Anything for you sweetheart” he groaned sensually snapping his hips harder against you, his cock dragging deliciously against your walls making you arch off the bed with a loud keen. Letting go of your legs Seonghwa moved to spread your legs even further giving him more leverage to fuck you as hard as you wanted. Your eyes rolled back in your head as Seonghwa changed the angle once again, hitting the spot that never failed to make you see stars.

“Ahh… Seonghwa… Don’t stop” you cried your legs beginning to shake as the force of his thrusts bounced you against him with each thrust.

“C’mon baby I know you’re close” Wooyoung ground out his voice tight as he got closer to his own high.

“Be a good girl um all over my cock sweetheart” Seonghwa grunted, gripping your waist tightly, his fingers digging into your skin.

“Seonghwa… Ngh…. Ahh too much” you sobbed feeling the coil in your belly finally snap making your whole body shake and your walls flutter around Seonghwa.

“Such a tight warm pussy sweetheart, Fuck want me to fill you up?” Seonghwa moaned, not slowing his thrusts down to drag out your orgasm for as long as he could.

“Please, please please” you babbled your vision blurred by the tears falling from your eyes freely now. 

“You are so beautiful when you cry and beg” Wooyoung whimpered, his voice breaking off as he came all over himself watching his hyung ruin you.

“So, so beautiful” Seonghwa echoed before latching onto one of your nipples through their lacy covering nibbling and swirling his tongue around it. Your walls continued fluttering around him as he pushed you through your over stimulation, his soft moans against your skin sending your body into a pleasure overdrive.

“Fuck” you choked out raggedly before arching off the bed again your walls clamping like a vice around Seonghwa like they were trying to suck him deeper inside of you. Your vision blurry the tears and black spots now making it impossible for you to focus on anything as you trembled intensely against the sheets.

“Holy shit” Seonghwa gasped filling you up with thick ropes of his warm seed “Fuck sweetheart”.

“If I knew you were going to like hyung that much I would have asked him first” Wooyoung chuckled breathlessly, slumping back against the chair he was in.

“Shut up Woo” you whined, feeling empty as Seonghwa pulled out of you his fingers trailing along the skin of your calves soothingly. Wooyoung cackled getting up and going to the bathroom to get a washcloth to clean you up with.

“Got to admit sweetheart if I knew you were interested back then I would have asked you out before Wooyoung” Seonghwa whispered almost shyly despite having just fucked you senseless making your eyes widen and face flush a darker shade of pink then it already was. “He may have mentioned it when I got here”. You covered your face listening to his musical laugh slightly mortified.

a/n: Thank you for reading I'm sorry this one took a while to get posted I got sick again but I'm fine now. All your love reblogs, comments and support motivate me to keep going so I love you all to bits in return xx

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[thomatri]

Kiss Boy

Synopsis- you have a fat crush on Atsumu only one problem he’s straight…or is he?

Paring- Atsumu Miya x mreader

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“So when you gonna ask Atsumu out?” Suna asks randomly as Osamu,him and I eat lunch. Atsumu sometimes eats with us but today he’s eating lunch with his other friends

“Uh never that dude like the most straightest person ever” I say rolling my eyes

“But you like him?” Osamu says

“Hey! I can’t help who I like” I say glaring

“Well I mean you can’t keep pretending you don’t like him” Suna says

“And why is that” I ask

“Cause it’s clearly making you depressed I’m sure you’d feel better if you just told him” Suna says shrugging and I sigh

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“You should really join the volleyball team man” Atsumu says with a smile, him,Suna,Osamu and I are walking to the gym together for there practice and me to watch like we always do

“Nah I hate playing sports, but I’ll gladly watch y’all play” I say smiling at him

“Dang worth a shot Kita would love you on the team, and me of course” Atsumu says smirking at me and I roll my eyes avoiding eye contact so he doesn’t see my embarrassed face

“Chop chop love birds” Osamu says and I glare

“I’m coming dang” Atsumu says. Maybe I’m just delusional but he didn’t deny us being love birds

Suna notices my delusional and smirks

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Practice feels shorter today for some reason maybe it’s just the fact I’m watching them instead of playing but on our way to the subway station our being Osamu,Atsumu and Suna of course Suna decides to ask dumb ass questions to Atsumu of course

“Hey Atsumu are You Gay?” Suna asks and Atsumu looks hella confused. Osamu snickers and I glare

“What type of question is that?!” Atsumu asks rightfully confused

Suna shrugs

“Well no im not Gay maybe a little bi never really gave it much thought” he says shocking all of us

“Is this how I find out my brother a homosexual”

“What the hell. Did you want me to make a rainbow sign announcing it?!”

Osamu actually considers it but shrugs

“I’m surprised I thought you were straight or definitely homophobic” Suna says snickering glancing at me

“Nah Y/n gay” he says and I stop

“What”

“Your gay arent ya?” Atsumu asks confused like he said something wrong

“I mean yeah but how’d you know?” I ask continuing to walk with Atsumu as Suna and Osamu have walked ahead of us

“Well It’s kinda obvious and I heard you and Suna talking about some guy you like” he says and I’m shocked and embarrassed

“I’m actually kinda hurt you didn’t tell me” he says chuckling

“Well I definitely planned to” I say cursing myself for what I’m about to say

“Really? When?” He asks

“I can right now” I say trying to ignore everything telling me not to

“Oh ok” he says and we’re engulfed in silence as I contemplate how to word it for a second

“Uh well” I start

“Is it Suna?” He asks

“WHAT NO” I say looking at him shocked

“Oh carry on” he says laughing and I smile god I could listen to his laugh all day

“I like you Atsumu” I say and he stops walking

Shit

“REALLY?!” He says and now I’m shocked again by his reaction idk what I expected but him yelling really wasn’t it

“Seriously?” He asks

“Seriously” I say shrugging trying to seek non chalont but inside I’m dying screaming throwing up

“Why?” He asks and I stare

“Uh your hot,funny,a great person,hot” I say shrugging

“I noticed how smart wasn’t on that list” he says glaring and I snicker

“You have other great qualities” I say shrugging with a closed eyed smirk

I open my eyes in shock when I feel Atsumu lips on mine

He brings a hand of cup my face and I lean into the kiss

We kiss until we’re out of breath

“Holy shit” He says

“Your a pretty good kisser for someone who’s never had a first kiss” he says smirking and I roll my eyes

“Can’t believe you remember that” I say and he laughs

…

“Fuck we missed the subway” I say and we both start to panic

No Suna or Osamu in sight

All of a sudden I get a call from Suna

“hey pookie” Suna says

“Shut the hell up where are y’all” I ask annoyed

“Boo your no fun, we’re on the subway we thought y’all could use a moment so I’ll just pick y’all up, Osamu already old there parents there spending a night at my place” Suna says

“Thank god you have a car,but don’t pull this stupid shit again” I say trying to stay mad but still extremely thankful he did this

“Damn a little thank you would be nice, trust I won’t though spending gas money just so you two idiots can get together. This is a one time thing” Suna says and I hear Osamu laugh

“Thanks,seriously” I say smiling

“No problemo friendo”

“See ya” Osamu says as Suna hangs up

“Welp” I say

“We’re stuck in the middle of the night alone” I say shrugging and Atsumu is grinning

“What’s got you so happy?” I ask giving him a confused look and he shrugs with his smile still painting his face

“Nothing just happy your my boyfriend” he says and I’m stunned not gonna,ain’t expect him to say that but I smirk

“Oh? You never asked me out”

“Will you be my boyfriend Y/n L/n” he says seriously and I almost bust out laughing

“Yes of course Atsumu Miya” I say smiling at my new boyfriend

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Bonus

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After going to a park,calling my parents to let them know I’m spending a night at Suna which thankfully they ran with cause until he got to us we had no way home, and making out with Atsumu we finally got to Suna place where we both painted each others nails

Atsumu thought it made him look a little to feminine and Osamu just didn’t want to which we both didn’t complain about obviously

“I want all the juicy details” Osamu says finding a movie on Suna laptop

“Well I thought Y/n liked Suna, he confessed we kissed and I asked him out” Atsumu says and Osamu gives him a disgusted look

“That was the vaguest explanation ever I said details boy” Osamu says rolling his eyes and Atsumu glared and I groan knowing there about to argue

“Look Atsumu my nails” I say trying to distract him

“Ooo there pretty can you do mine” he says beaming and Suna snickers

“What happened to it’s too feminine” Suna says with a hand on his hip

“Damn your right hmm just do one hand I wanna match with Y/n” Atsumu asks and I laugh

“Alr loverboy” Suna says starting to paint the bleached haired boys nails

[that-trans-autistic-guy]

Even More DBD as Incorrect Quotes from a Random Generator

Charles: So like, how far do you think the distance is from that window to the ground? Edwin: Enough.

Crystal: I never said I was gonna get back together with them. But I was thinking, they're in town, would it be the worst thing in the world if I gave them a call? Jenny: No. No, Crystal, it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. It would be the fourth worst thing. Number one: a super volcano. Number two: an asteroid hits the Earth. Number three: All the Evel Knievel movies are lost. Number four: Person F calls Person C. Number five: Niko gets eaten by a shark. Niko: I’m Niko, and I approve the order of that list.

Charles: Some people are like slinkies. Edwin: What? Charles: Not really good for much but bring a smile to your face when you push them down the stairs. Edwin: Edwin: Please don't push the Cat King down the stairs. Charles, pushing the Cat King down the stairs: Too late.

Crystal: If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're impressed. Edwin: But you do know better.

Edwin: Ew. What kind of tea is this? Charles: I boiled gatorade.

Niko: Are you mad? Jenny: No. Niko: So sharpening your knives at 3 in the morning is just a hobby?

Charles: What the fuck is with english teachers and being like; "write a story about a deep and personal memory that impacted your life". Ma'am, if I do that you're going to send me to the counselor's office.

Crystal and Charles: Isn't it amazing how I can feel so bad and still look so good?

Charles: Name a more iconic duo than my crippling fear of abandonment and my anxiety. I’ll wait. Edwin: You and me. Charles: *tearing up* Ok.

Crystal: Hey, can I get a sip of that water? Esther: It’s not water. Crystal: Vodka! I like your sty- Esther: It’s vinegar. Crystal: …What? Esther: It's vinegar, PUSSY.

Charles: Underestimate me. That'll be fun.

Edwin: Welcome to Fucking Applebees, do you want apples or bees? Crystal: Bees? Edwin: THEY HAVE SELECTED THE BEES! Crystal: Wait- *Charles approaches, shaking a jar of bees menacingly*

Jenny: What’s something you guys are better than Edwin at? Crystal: Mario Kart. Charles: Yeah, video games. Niko: Emotional vulnerability.

Charles: So apparently the "bad vibes" I've been feeling are actually "Severe psychological distress."

Charles: You're a lying piece of shit! Crystal: Oh yeah? You're the idiot that thinks you can get away with everything you do, WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD! Edwin: I'm leaving and I'm taking Niko with me! Jenny, gathering cards: Aaaaand that's enough Monopoly for today.

Charles: If you were to have sex with any insect scaled up to human size, what would it be? Jenny: What the hell is wrong with you?

Charles, about Edwin: I would never say that my partner is a bitch and I don’t don’t like them. That’s not true… My partner is a bitch and I like them so much!

Esther: *writing a letter* Esther: Dear Santa, I'm writing to let you know I've been naughty... And it was worth it you fat, judgemental bastard.

Charles: How do those little boys on XBOX parties always know what slur to call you? Crystal: They're empaths.

Charles: Mama. Just killed a man. Charles: Put a gun against his head, pulled my trigger now he's dead. Charles: MAMAAAAAAAA OOOOOOOOOOOOOOO Edwin: What?! Let me hide the body, where is it? Is there anyone around that can hear us? Edwin: ...Are those song lyrics? Charles: Those are song lyrics.

Crystal: What’s the straightest thing you’ve ever done? Edwin: *sighs* Edwin: I killed a man.

Edwin: Unfortunately, due to several experiences in my youth, I cannot just 'walk up and join a circle of people talking', but it does sound lovely, thank you.

Edwin: What's this? Charles, hugging Edwin: Affection! Edwin: Disgusting. Edwin: ...Do it again.

Edwin: If you've ever had a crush on me, god bless your poor, misguided heart.

Crystal: I'm gonna need a human skull but you can't ask why. Edwin: Only if you also don't ask why. Edwin: *pulls four pristine human skulls out of their bag* Crystal: ... Crystal, grabbing a skull: This one will do.

Niko: Source? Crystal: Divine intuition.

Crystal: Made you all playlists! Crystal: Jenny, yours has only heavy metal, and is dark like your soul. Crystal: Edwin, yours has sad songs and blues to pair with your crippling depression. Crystal: And Niko has the ABBA Gold album.

Charles, to Niko: You know, the Cat King can be really aggressive, so it's important to take all the necessary precautions when approaching. Charles: *blows airhorn at the Cat King* GET FUCKED!

Niko: Croissants: dropped Charles: Road: works ahead Crystal: BBQ sauce: on my titties Monty: Shavacado: fre Jenny: Miss Keisha: fuckin dead Edwin: Edwin: ...I didn’t understand a single word of that and I hate every single one of you.

[memeapple2]

Tails gets trolled rp starters part 1

yeah 😔 yes I'm leaving in the typos beacuse it's funnier that way :^) Fight me nerds!!

"Fuck you trolls!"

"They can't troll you if their dead!"

"I'm so mad, I'm gonna have sex with my girlfriend so I won't be so mad."

"Dumbass will learn."

"Mad? U Mad? U look mad U stupid bitch!"

"sorry *insert name* if this looks gay to the viewers."

"the art of trolling was actually started from humans but it wasn't called trolling it was called being a dick but back in the middle ages i was being made fun of because i wasn't human."

"im extremely hurt you would think im a douche. it might not look like it but i have feelings and you hurt them."

"hey can you put that on a coaster?"

"They have been getting trolled. you know how it is. there calling *insert name* gay and shit they cant take it."

"the way to stop a troll. is to become his friend .as his friend you can show him the right path!"

*-goes back to knitting-*

"come i will talk to these kids and stop this hate with kindness!"

"sometimes there is need to do whats needed, if it was up to me *insert name* would be dead and we would never have to worry"

"im not gay I have a girl friend and i would like it if this conflict to end in peace"

"you must not know who i am. i have alot of talent and i have lots of friends. one of my friends is right beside me . and for what your saying isn't true, so i am not afended by your hateful comments"

"ehhh...... im gonna ignore what you just said and ask you one more time. lets end this hate and become friends"

"why don't we just be friends this is stupid"

"ok im gonna take a random guess and say you guys failed with that peace crap"

"i fucking knew it"

"hello dickheads so your the trolls i heard about"

"hey do you see that? it looks like a group of pokemon.coming at us"

"for a em→→breaded donkey i can sure fuck your mom hard."

"there isn't. you remember what happen when you guys tried peace? you cant talk to them. there to oblivious"

"yea remind me next time to not kill such a fat person"

"high shovel!"

"ok i'm gonna go back to sleep now good night."

"banana"

"don't worry man I killed the fat one. its all cool man. i know all about the taste for blood"

"thank you for proving that peace isn't shit. when it comes to trolls. your a good friend"

" *insert name* Wake up! you fucked up big time!"

"People can't troll me beacuse I have no ears. They can't troll me if I can't hear them!"

"What? I don't have fucking ears!"

"If you don't mind I'd like to continue knitting this!"

"did you know with seat belts people die all the time in car crashes? I thought that was interesting!"

"have you ever been bitch slapped from lack of listening? Lack of doing what you're told? Beacuse I'm not that far from slapping you."

"which means I can be super powerful and kick everyone's ass..I'm gonna be awesomely badass!"

"trust me this plan will be better beacuse I'm gonna smoke my smart weed! I'm smarter when I'm high."

"Why are you filled with so much hatred and aggression? I'm finding it difficult to assume what you must have went through to mold you into the person standing in front of me now."

"Hey troll! FUCK YOU!!!"

"hmmmm this isn't as i thought it would be, killing people is really boring and all these annoying screams, i mean damn."

"Yeah that wasn't very good. I tried to do something similar to high shovel. Let's just forget about this."

"there is no need for any blood shed, this problem can be solved with out any villains"

"I do all kinds of stupid and gay shit."

"I’m starting to think that even if we pray our hearts out and know that we do wrong, that maybe there are things that god can’t fix and maybe, instead of putting our hope in god to fix all our problems we take action for our mistakes and learn from them."

"Sorry it took us so long to save you from TIME PRISON. So what did you do in TIME PRISON?"

"You gotta calm down bro, chill man, smoke a joint!"

"After 50 years I started to feel like I was losing my sanity so I started to break my fingers and I would just break my fingers and set them again. "

" I started breaking all my bones. I broke every bone in my hands. I broke my arms, separately, and then I started to break my own ribs. I broke my femurs, it took a while. And then I healed and broke them again."

"After 5000 years my bones were all scar tissue. They had all grown so solidly back together that I was unable to move. "

"And after another 5000 years of furious infinitesimal movement, I built up enough muscle mass to spontaneously break any bone in my body, and then I could move again. "

"My body had done so much healing that I healed almost instantly. That’s all I do now. Every time I move my body, my bones shatter and heal back in my next shape. If I take a single step, every bone in my legs splinters and then reforms. I don’t know what pain is because I have been alive for 10 million years."

"Okay but it looks like your walking normal."

"Well that's just stupid."

"oh sorry i forgot about this and took a nap and then took a shit. im so sorry i forgot but no worries man im here now"

"ahhhhh........................................................ yeah i dont know."

"hey your awful lonely. you must be a looser or something."

"this is the down side of having no ears, i can't hear if *insert name* is screaming for help or not, i mean i have no clue if hes screaming towards me back, so damn it having no ears kind of blows."

"hhahahahahahahahha i dont even know what the fuck you said?"

"i was trolled until i got bigger and stronger then them now i am feared"

".................... i have no importance to this story line what so ever, i think im gonna go."

"wow that story was super amazingly awesome, im not even joking right now"

"ahhhhhh so gay"

"we neutral's dont take sides in childish battles that normal people do. to pick sides is fullish."

"well most of the trolls are stupid but they all think there smart it's funny if you think about it."

"ummm. what object is like that? huh? ........ its unbreakable and its breakable? how is that possible? is it a liquid? hmmm i don't understand ?"

"now im gonna kick you right in your hairy ballsack"

"ok everyone! do you guys see this paper? well theres nothing on it yet but there will be"

"hey guys i was just telling him the plan. we are gonna do a all nighter and get fucked up hahaha its gonna be sweet."

"What? what are you talking about? We can discuss this further when there's not a gun in my face.."

"shut up, i got this alright, i got this shit in the bag, you'll see."

[haru-dipthong]

罠英語・Trap Words pt 3 (Special Feature!)

ヒップ → hip ❌ → butt ✅

This word’s history and usage was long and confusing enough to warrant an entire post to itself. We’ll get into why ヒップ came to mean “butt” and not “hip” in a moment. What I think is more interesting is what the actual Japanese word is for “hip” — there is none, and not in a “Japanese people don’t have a word for X they have to say Y instead and I think that’s beautiful” kind of way. I mean there is literally no word in Japanese for that part of the human body. If you go to the wikipedia article for “Hip” and try to switch languages to Japanese, you will be unable to because, despite the article being written in 49 different languages, a Japanese version does not exist.

Part of the reason for this is that the English word “hip” actually refers to two separate concepts: 1. the hip “region” and 2. the hip joint.¹ The hip joint is actually quite a bit lower on the pelvis than where the average person would point to when asked to point to their hip. Japanese does have a word for this, 股関節（こかん���つ）, but it’s not commonly used outside the field of medicine.²

The hip region is what we mainly think of when we say “hip”. The definition is iffy, but the hip region is basically the region of the body in and around the “hip bone”, which is actually 3 bones up until they fuse during puberty. Again, Japanese technically does have a word for the hip bone, 寛骨（かんこつ）, but it’s rarely used and the kanji implies literal bone, rather than an area of the body. The hip bone such an unimportant concept in Japanese that it doesn’t even warrant its own wikipedia article, relgated to a single dot point on the article for pelvis (骨盤) instead.³ Our word for hip refers to the bone, but also the layer of skin, fat and muscle that lies over the bone, and also refers to the general shape of that area. There’s no word for this collective concept in Japanese.

This seems odd, because hips have been important to humans since antiquity due to wide hips facilitating easier childbirth. How did the ancient Japanese never develop a need for a word for hips? I can’t say for sure, but I’m guessing they made do with a combination of a couple of words:

腰（こし）: Waist (kinda - it also refers to the small of the back in particular)

骨盤（こつばん）: Pelvis

お尻（おしり）: Butt/bum/bottom

It’s commonly said in Japanese that 「お尻が大きいと安産」”if you have a big butt, you’ll have an easy childbirth”.⁴⁵ This isn’t entirely accurate, it’s obviously the bone shape, not the butt fat, that facilitates childbirth, but I imagine it was close enough for people thousands of years ago. I’m guessing that because they had this concept, they didn’t need a separate word for the hip region. Also, 腰 can refer to the whole hip-waist area in general, so they could refer to the region in an un-specific way. My Japanese partner said she would call the hip region 「お尻の横」or 「骨盤」if she had to call it something.

So why does ヒップ mean “butt”? It’s a word that didn’t exist in Japanese before it was borrowed from English, why wouldn’t it fill in the perfect hip-shaped gap in the lexicon?

I believe it comes from clothing measurements. English speaking countries are quite influential in the fashion industry, and it wouldn’t be surprising if the “hip measurement” was imported to Japan and misinterpreted. In the above image, the 「ヒップ」measurement description says 「腰の一番大きい部分を測ります」 "Measure the biggest part of your こし".⁶

Here’s another example: 「ヒップのふくらみの一番高い周囲を測定します」 "Measure the diameter around your body where your buttocks are tallest".⁷ When you think about it, a hip measurement is actually just a butt measurement, since your butt contributes to the widest part of your body there just as much as your hips do.

I believe when the word ヒップ was introduced to Japanese, instead of the lack of the concept of “hips” in Japanese facilitating a demand for the word, it caused a misinterpretation. It probably went something like this: “Ok so we have this new thing called a ‘hip measurement’ from English. It measures the width of your butt and the tops of your legs. The butt is the main thing we’re measuring, plus I can’t see why anyone would need a word for the tops of your legs, so ‘hip’ must mean ‘butt’!”

It’s extremely common for Japanese people to believe that the word “hip” in english also means “butt”. Above we can see Natsuki from Abroad in Japan sliding down an ice slide, complaining in mistaken English about how his bum hurts. The person who added subtitles was either also mistaken, or they decided that the specific part of where Natsuki was hurting didn’t matter and it would cause less confusion to keep the subtitles looking similar to what he said.

For some reason, in Japanese games butt-based attacks are quite common, possibly due to the existence of the word ヒップ. For example, ヒップドロップ (hip drop) is what Mario’s ground pound is called in Japanese (same with Bowser’s down-B in Smash). Once you have a concept for something, it’s easily propagated. It’s entirely possible that the name ヒップドロップ was introduced in Mario and then spread to many other games. Also in Smash, Peach’s side-B is described as a ヒップアタック. A whole wikipedia article exists for ヒップドロップ, suggesting notability and common use.

I hope this was interesting! For additional reading, check out this video from Kevin’s English Room, where Kevin spends 5 minutes trying to describe to two Japanese guys what a “hip” is lmao.

[1] https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hip [2] https://www.google.com/search?client=firefox-b-d&q=股関節 [3] https://ja.wikipedia.org/wiki/骨盤 [4] https://manababy.jp/lecture/view/68/ [5] https://jp.moony.com/ja/tips/pregnancy/pregnancy/body/pt0221.html [6] http://www.paradise-rs.com/original3.html [7] https://top.dhc.co.jp/shop/fashion/fashion/size.html

[occult-roommates]

I wanna take you to a gay bar

Daniele had a plan to seduce Dawud again. Similarly to that time he brought him to a gay bath house, he would this time bring him to a gay bar in Newcrest. So, he did it the following Friday. However, just like the previous time, Ralf ended up being there. Cause you see, while Daniele wanted to be alone with Dawud in order to rebuild the friendship, Dawud wasn’t ready to do that yet, so he brought Ralf as a sort of buffer zone between them.

Daniele: What is he doing here? Ralf: Well Dawud invited me and I said yes. I am not leaving San Myshuno until Monday afternoon so I pretty much have nothing better to do. Dawud: What, you constantly call him a dilf, aren’t you happy to see him? Ralf: He calls me a what?? Dawud: Uh well, you see...a dilf is- Ralf: N-No I know what that is. I was shocked that he calls me that. Daniele: ANYWAY! Let’s go!!

The men walked towards the bar. While Dawud and Ralf were chatting about their week together, Daniele stayed a bit behind. Not to be a bitch or anything, but Ralf was kinda...in the way of his plan.

Ralf: I am so excited. I haven’t gone clubbing in at least 15 years, and gay clubbing specifically pretty much since before I got married more than 20 years ago. I even put on my slutty underwear to celebrate the occasion and I never wear them these days. Dawud: Aren’t you here for work? Why would you have your “slutty underwear” with you in the first place especially if you rarely wear them?? Ralf: Well, you never know when the occasion for slutty underwear will arise. I haven’t worn them in several years and they’ve gotten too small but it’s ok cause that means more of my asscheeks are exposed now. Gain weight, get sluttier. Daniele: As we all know, fat men are the sluttiest of them all. Dawud: Ah yes, me, the guy who had sex a grand total of four time, with the same person, more than two years ago. Daniele: I mean, you also sucked Rudi in a fucking public park. Like I don’t care if it was at night like what the fuck dude. Dawud: THEY TOLD YOU??? Ralf: Who’s Rudi? Daniele: Transgender werewolf Dawud gave head to in a goddamn park. Ralf: Yeah yeah I did that too he’s not special...I mean, I too once gave head, had sex in a park, had sex with a werewolf and had sex with a trans lady, all on four separate occasion, but technically I did it too...I mean, I think your Rudi is a lady I don’t know you said sucked but normally Rudi is a boy name but I don’t know. Could be a guy who had his surgery...I also banged a trans guy anyway. Daniele: I mean they’re nonbinary actually and their full name is Rudder but I thought saying transgender werewolf was funnier. Dawud: Oh so you’re the slut actually. Daniele: Me? Dawud: I was obviously answering to Ralf. Ralf: Never tried to pretend otherwise. But I’m very fateful to my wife now, I’m just going to this club to get shitface and have fun with my friends.

Dawud and Ralf kept walking, while Daniele remained a bit behind. He wasn’t mad per se, but like...kinda ruining his plan. At least by virtue of being behind him he could, well, look at his behind. Truly a fantastic view, emphasis on ass, he was gonna stare at it disrespectfully...No he had to stay focus. He’s doing this for Dawud, not the middle aged married father. 

Ralf: But yeah I really should go back to the gym, haven’t been able to go since I injured my shoulder there three months ago. I don’t know if it’s because I’m getting older or something, but it took forever to heal, and now that I’m fine my schedule is too busy. Hopefully soon, hopefully. Dawud: We’ve arrived!  Daniele: Are they playing Everytime we touch? I didn’t know that song was known in the US. I’ve literally haven’t heard it since moving here. Dawud: That’s because you never cried to a video of Naruto in love with Sasuke while in middle school. Ralf: My son used to love this song. Sang it all the time in the car and I would sing with him and he’d get mad and embarrassed. It’s a shame, he had such a beautiful voice and he wanted to be a singer... Daniele: The fuck why are you saying it like that? Did he died or something?  Ralf: ...Yes... Daniele: Oh! Oh my god! I’m so sorry I-I was saying it as a joke...But how like if he’s your son he couldn’t have been that old? Dawud: Dan! You can’t ask that! Daniele: Why?

All of a sudden, Daniele saw Ralf face turn to sadness, like one deep enough that even he could notice it. Oh shit, he really touched a sensitive nerve with that. Fuuuuck. Well, time to enter the bar, they were here to have fun, and he didn’t want to be responsible for ruining it for everyone, especially since it was his idea.

Ok, Daniele had accidentally brought back painful memory to someone. Surely his evening couldn’t get any worse, right?

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[foreverinthepagesofhistory]

It seems like you like my questions! So I would like to ask what would you do if you are maria during the 1910s before ww1, what would you do for a week if you are them(Same question with anastasia!)

2. You seem to like the hessian sisters, so which one do you like the most

3.Do you like the Greek princesses , if you do which one is your fav?

hiiiii!!! I love that you love me loving your questions!! Ok this might take a while so brace yourselves lol!

Question 1 If I was Maria Nikolaevna in the 1910s what would I do: first I would definitely go give my father a hug because he is probably stressed and deserves it. Then i would go do some art with my left hand (Im actually left handed too!!!). Then i would right a letter checking on Dickie because I think that he has fallen for me and I want to politely decline him because Father dear would not like me to marry him. Then i would go stand up for myself and not allow my siblings to call me Fat Little Bow Wow. Then i would go use my kindness traits accordingly and be nice to the servants because they definitely deserve it.

Question 2 If I was Anastasia Nikolaevna in the 1910s what would I do: first I would go set up some pranks with Alexei because why not. Then i would throw a snow covered rock at Tatiana’s head because after all I am Shvybzik. Then i would go ride Alexei’s elephant (yes he actually had a pet elephant!) even though I have literally never done that before. Then i would go take some selfies in my mirror because this world moves to slow for me *flicks hair*. Then I will photobomb official portraits that Mama and Father are taking because I think that they would love to see their favorite daughter in their portraits.

Question 3 which Hessian sister do i like the best: this question is really hard because i love all of them so much! By process of elimination i would say that Victoria is not one of my favorites because she doesn’t really stick out that much but she is still really awesome! (And her baby photos are so cute!!!). I would have to say Ella is next on the list but Irene beat her by like 1%. Ella is beautiful and kind but i just like the other ones a little more. But if i discover new baby photos of any of these sisters, i will always love them and i do always love all of these sisters! Irene is probably the most underrated sister! People barely know her! She is so cute and i think when she gets older her smiles are nice! And tying in first place are………Alix and Marie (May). I know May died when she was little of diphtheria but i had to include her in here because she was so sweet and lovable and it is a tragedy that she died. And Alix is probably my fav overall because she has such a good personality to empathize with. She was so little when she lost her happy carefree childhood and she experienced a lot more pain as she grew up. But yeah, the margin between them all is very slim because I love them!

Question 4 Which Greek Princess is my favorite: okay i love the greek royal family! I dont really have them memorized after King Constantine I’s children (i have them memorized but once it gets into the modern greek royal family i kind of back up a bit). My favorite greek princess has to be hands down Princess Alexandra of Greece and Denmark (when she gets married she will become Grand Duchess Alexandra Georgievna) i love her because 1. She is the daughter of one of my fav Russian Grand Duchesses (besides OTMA) Olga Konstantinovna and looks just like her which i find awesome. She also had an awesome bubbly personality and was a risk taker! She also had the essence of beauty flowing around her (just like how people describe Tatiana Nikolaevna) . Sadly she died giving birth to her son Grand Duke Dmitri Pavlovich. If we are counting Olga Konstantinovna as a greek princess than she would also be my fav!

Thank you for asking me all these awesome questions!!! (Btw sorry this took kinda long to answer)

[carnagechicken]

Ok this post is a collection of all the cooking tips, tricks and loose knowledge I've learned,

My credentials: both my parents work/have worked in restaurants. I cook for myself for pretty much every meal I eat (except of course the dinners my siblings cook). When I was little I would spend hours just watching and helping my mum make food, so cooking is not a new thing for me, I was standing on a chair to reach the counter to cut veggies or stir soup as a wee toddler. (<- this was not something I *had* to do, this was what I did for fun. I'm autistic, my version of fun involved anything to do with sorting)

Here we go,

>if you put too much salt in a soup, add potatoes. They suck up the salt like edible sponges

>you wanna know if your chicken is fully cooked but you don't have a meat thermometer? Take a sharp knife and stab it in the thickest part of the breast and thigh, right down to the bone, pull out the knife and if the juice that comes out is clear you're good to go (however if you're like me and are a bit paranoid of salmonella or food poisoning, just overcook your poultry a bit. It will be a bit dryer but that's OK, especially if it puts your mind at ease)

>nutritional yeast (nicknamed "nooch") is your best friend. Your soup/casserole/shepherds pie filling needs a boost? Add Nooch. It gives a wonderful umami flavor AND is good for you

>when adding spices to a soup, wait 10-15 minutes before taste testing. It needs time for the flavors to blend and really settle. This is why sometimes soup is better the next day

>if you notice some mold on a block of hard cheese, just cut it off. The cheese is still good. Mold doesn't permeate through hard cheese easily. (Soft cheese is a different story)

>ABOVE DOESN'T APPLY TO BREAD. if you see even the smallest hint of mold on bread throw the entire bag out, the whole thing is contaminated (even if you can't see it), and the mold that grows on bread is terrible for your health. I repeat, DO NOT EAT MOLDY BREAD.

>a sharp knife is actually *less* likely to cut you, because it cuts through the things you want it to and stays on course. A duller knife is more likely to slip and go in directions you don't want it to. Combine that with the fact that you have to use way more force to cut things with a dull knife and you've got an accident waiting to happen

>different oils have different smoke points (i.e. when they start to burn). Olive oil burns at fairly low temperatures, canola and sunflower oil can get quite a bit hotter before they burn, making them great for deep frying. (Butter will burn at the drop of a hat)

> GREASE FIRE SAFETY: always keep a metal (not glass) lid handy, this is for covering the pot/pan and suffocating the fire. Fire needs oxygen, lid takes that away. Baking soda can stop a small fire (key word being small). Baking powder and flour will make the fire worse, do not use them. Never never NEVER throw water on a grease fire. Never. Look up what happens when you do. It's terrifying.

>a small spot of blood in an egg is not a big deal, it's not dangerous, and it doesn't mean the egg or the chicken that laid it is diseased. It just happens sometimes. On the topic of eggs, if you crack one open and the yolk is deep orange, that just means the chicken has a healthy diet. The darker the yolk, the healthier the chicken.

>fat carries flavor. I repeat, FAT CARRIES FLAVOR. Add butter. Add oil. Add bacon fat if you want. Fat makes food taste better, do not deprive yourself of it.

>using the water that you boiled pasta or potatoes in is a great way to thicken sauces

>garlic is a personal thing. Never let a recipe limit how much you add. Recipe calls for 2 cloves? Add 15 if that's what you want

>don't believe recipes that say you can cook potatoes in 25 minutes. Potatoes are dense, it always takes longer than you think.

>also, no such thing as an overcooked potato. Unless it's been burned to hell, it's a perfectly cooked

>if your curry/stew starts to stick to the bottom of the pot and burns, don't despair! Stop stirring, you don't want to dislodge the burnt layer, pour the good stuff in a separate pot, making sure no burnt bits fall in, add a bit of water to thin it out, and it should still be good to eat. (The pot with all the burnt stuff gets filled with water and left to soak for a while. This will make it easier to scrub later)

>recipes are guidelines, not something that needs to be followed to the letter. Add more things, leave things out, substitute ingredients, just have fun with it! (This does not apply to baking. That shit is chemistry that needs precise amounts of everything. Which isn't to say it's hard! It just has way less leeway than cooking)

>always *always* start with a small amount when adding flavorings. You can add more if needed, but it's way harder to take away

>Don't put the heat really high, that won't actually make it cook faster. What's more likely to happen is burnt on the outside, undercooked on the inside. And some things need a "low and slow" approach to make them taste the best. (And just like with the flavorings, you can cook something for longer but you can't uncook it)

>pepper is great... But salt is essential. Salt makes everything better. Even desserts need salt, that's how important it is

>hand blenders are a great way to beat eggs for scrambling

>Brussel sprouts are good. The bitter taste was breed out of them in the 90s, so if you used to hate them, try them again and I *promise* they'll taste good. Roast them in the oven with lots of oil and salt until they're so soft you could cut them with a butter knife. Enjoy!

>if you have trouble digesting cows milk but you still want to drink milk, try goat milk. Usually it's the lactose that people have issues with, and goat milk has less lactose, as well as having smaller fat molecules that are easier to absorb

>no you don't *have* to peel carrots or potatoes. Personally I just find it to be an unnecessary step.

>and finally, there's no such thing as bad food preferences. There's just stuff you like, and stuff you don't. Pineapple on pizza isn't a moral issue, eating plain pasta is fine, and if you like an unusual combination of foods, more power to you. And if anyone makes fun of you for the way you like your food, you have my permission to hit them with wet socks until they leave the kitchen

[deyadee]

My Account(s) Got Deleted

I probably haven’t mentioned this before because honestly I was embarrassed for having one, but for the past few months- maybe since November, I had a TikTok account. Originally I made it so that eventually I could make YouTube videos because to that point I was horrified at hearing my own voice on recording. I figured if I could crap put some random video here and there I’d eventually be ok to move on to actually making bigger more essay-style videos.

After about 150ish videos I got decently popular with 500 followers, 38.3k likes, and 88k views on my top video with pretty consistent rates. Near the end I had 1000 views or more on even my not-as-great videos. I got a confidence boost from it getting comments saying I was actually pretty funny or was entertaining to watch. Since I never appeared on camera, only showing my hands and voicing over top of the footage I never got any comments about how fucking ugly and fat I was. I felt like I was actually good at something in my damn life for once. I mainly made videos about my hyper focuses, anime, monster high, movies things like that. I felt really happy when people would say they’d watch one of the weirder anime I talked about because I convinced them to.

Though a few days ago, I went to check my account first thing in the morning because I liked looking at the comments people had left on my videos after I fell asleep. Only instead I was met with an alternate account that I set up like two years ago for this unboxing series I was doing with a prompt that said my account had been reported for being too young. I’m fucking 21. How goddamn old do you need to be to post videos on a goddamn platform that has 90% fucking children? I went to refute it but when the screen popped up to input my actual age it just fucking disappeared. I spent the rest of the day miserable because there was nothing I could do. I asked for why I was fucking being removed and it just fucking shrugged and said “Oh well, you kind of sound like a kid. It’s your fault you should put in your bio your age and verify your account with your driver’s license and appear on camera.”

1. Who the fuck hears someone’s voice and just immediately assumes “Ah yes this is a fucking child, let’s report them” Thanks you fucking whore ass goddamn motherfucking bitch. I’m sure you think you’re doing the world a goddamn favor by getting rid of a random account. Not like a fucking kid couldn’t just make another account or go to another website. Which, if this website is supposedly for 14+, then why is all the fucking language and everything on there so fucking sanitized that it might as well be goddamn Sesame Street because goddamn forbid adults use bad words.

2. What fucking website makes you verify your age with your driver’s license? I know Facebook and every dick-sucking website has our personal information and there’s goddamn nothing we can do about it, but do you really need my fucking driver’s license? I’m sure you already have my fucking social security number, anything else you fucking pigs want?!? And bullshit it’s to “protect the children” 90% of your fucking customer base is children, is fucking over adults who want to use your goddam platform to make videos about anime so fucking bad for your goddamn bottom line? If you wanna protect the children so fucking badly why do you try to make it appeal to children so fucking bad and then fuck over people who SHOULD be allowed to use your goddamn app? WHY DO YOU NEED TO VERIFY MY ACCOUNT WITH MY PERSONAL GODDAMN INFORMATION USE THE FUCKING EMAIL VERIFICATION LIKE A NORMAL GODDAMN WEBSITE YOU BITCHES!

3. I goddamn hate the notion that “Oh well you should’ve shown your face” WHY SHOULD I BE FORCED TO SHOW MY FACE ON A SOCIAL MEDIA WEBSITE?!?! Am I not allowed to make short-form video content because I don’t show my face for everyone to call me a fat fucking ugly ass hog in the comments?!? I felt happy and confident about myself for once in my goddamn life and now “Oh well you should be born pretty otherwise you’re not suited to make entertainment”

I don’t care about the majority of my videos but some of them I was legitimately proud of and felt like I actually made good content. Some of my best videos are 5-7 minutes long and I didn’t save them because of how much memory it would take up on my phone. So now a lot of my best videos are gone forever. Deleted from history for fucking ever. Because of one goddamn bitch.

I tried to refute the claims but all it did was say that I violated multiple community guidelines even though I read through each one and didn’t find a single goddamn one that I could’ve infringed on. The only one that could’ve was nudity because I have a Nendoroid of En Yufuin from Cute High Earth Defense Club Love that has a body that you can switch out that has a long towel wrapped around his waist which would count because his nipples are out. Two flat dots on a piece of plastic. AND HE’S A DUDE BY THE WAY! I see whores on that app all the time with their tits and ass out but I can’t have a figure show up for two fucking seconds in the background of a video?!

I thought about moving over to YouTube but I tried uploading some of my videos on there and they got fucking 0 on everything, I might as well have uploaded nothing. My content is too long to be a short and too short to be those five hour long iceberg “deep dive” videos that just list the most bare bone info that you can get from glancing a wiki article’s thumbnail. My content doesn’t work on YouTube. TikTok is for shitting out content that isn’t that high quality but is fun to watch and kill 1-5 minutes of time. YouTube is sitting and watching huge ass highly edited videos of someone reading off a script. Not that I can’t make those videos (at least the reading a script part), I just feel I’m better at making short to medium length videos about recommending weird anime or just ranting about something that comes to mind. On YouTube you have to actively CHOOSE to watch videos, on TikTok you’re force-fed them. Out of all the highly edited, high quality, longer videos on YouTube mine is just shit. People have had YEARS to perfect how to get people to click on their videos, while I record random videos of staring at a shelf and mumbling about some new thing.

I mustered up enough confidence to try again and make a second account. I uploaded about 6 videos that I quadruple-checked to make sure were safe and baby-proofed as possible, only for it to get taken down after 4 days. Again it says I have multiple community guidelines violations when I read the fuckers up and down to make sure everything I had was squeaky fucking clean and it still wasn’t good enough. Unless that same fucking skank that fucked me over the first time came by to fuck me over again.

I can’t do it all again. I feel crushed. I don’t think I could ever get to that same level my first account had. I feel like this is a sign from the universe saying “Stay down. Go back to working at the fucking dollar store and letting your dreams die.” I know I wasn’t anywhere near actually getting paid for my work or having some kind of fanbase but I finally felt proud of myself for something I did only for it to crumble to the ground again. Why should I make another account? It’ll just get deleted for no fucking reason. Why try YouTube? I can’t compete. Why put my ugly fucking face on camera if I know everyone will skip right past because even the scum on the bottom of the gutter looks more pleasing to the eye. I can’t do this anymore. I hate feeling like I’m finally good at something, feeling like o have something to live for only my entire existence to prove to be useless other than being a fucking cosmic punching bag. I’ve been trying to be more positive, surround myself with more positive media and content, but it’s all for fucking nothing. Look on the bright side of fucking what? That I exist to die. That I exist to be fucking nothing. That everyone and everything else has a purpose and I’m just here to mooch off of my fucking parents until I finally stop being such a goddamn pussy and end it all?

I know if I wasn’t scared of pain and needles and knives then I’d would’ve been dead years ago but me being too much of a pussy has got me here. WHY AM I STILL FUCKING HERE?

How do you reach out for help when you know you’ll just make it worse? How do you try to climb up from the ashes if you’re just going to burn and burn and burn and fucking burn until you finally stop getting up?

I try to believe in the fucking “indomitable human spirit” but I don’t fucking have it because I’m not goddamn human. Normal goddamn humans can get back up and keep going. Normal fucking humans don’t have to run off to their little suicide blog and bitch like a fucking child because they didn’t get heir fucking way. Other people can accept what they’re destined for and where they’ll end up, or if they can’t they can fight and win. You never hear stories about those who gave up because they’re dead and forgotten.

I probably won’t do it this time because I never have. I get so close. I grab it. I hold it. I aim it at my head, but I can never bring myself to do it because I’m scared I’m gonna fuck it up and end up paralyzed and praying for death every day of my life but no one will answer. Just another sob story.

Maybe I’ll finally get what they call an “NPC mode” where you just go mentally blank and live like a goldfish. Moving to live. Breathing to live. Creating just to get by. Eating to live. Living because there’s nothing else to do.

ADDING ON:

I went on vacation with my little sisters this week and I think I came out worse than when it started. I mean besides losing my account and self esteem, I swear every time my little sister speaks it’s just to sink the knife in deeper.

“So how old are you going to be? 22? EWWW THAT’S OLD!”

“I thought you were supposed to be the tall one in the family”

“Yeah because I have friends and go outside unlike you”

“At least I don’t wear the same outfits everyday. Jean shorts, Emo t-shirt, and hat to hide your balding head”

“Why won’t you watch this with me, you don’t love me you hate me how come when I talk to you you get angry”

I know most of them are jokes but it just felt like every time she was genuinely trying to make me die more inside. I’m too fat, I’m going bald, I have no fashion sense, I dare to get angry after being bitched at constantly, I’m useless, I’m old, I’m wasting my life, I have no friends, I have no job. I swear I’m ready to just fucking smack her I’m so fucking done. I can’t tell my family or they just say I’m being a little soft bitch that can’t take a joke. “What, you’re offended? Ok, nobody make fun of Deyadee, you’ll hurt her feelings! What 22-year-old can’t take a joke from a 14-year-old?”

I just can’t fucking take it, I just wanna shut myself off from the world so I don’t have to deal with it. But since I live in the same house and I’m mooching off my parents there’s nothing I can do but wait until I’m alone to cry. Because I can’t make it a problem that I don’t like something. I can’t say that I hate myself. I can’t say that a fucking child is making me cry myself to sleep every night. I already constantly think about how much I fucking hate everything about myself, I don’t need an hourly reminder on any day that I’m relatively happy. It’s like she specifically watches me to know when would be the best moment to crush me so I can’t do anything. When we’re in the car and I’m singing a song she’ll say “You look at the legs and you look like a child, waist and you look like a fat kid, and face you look like a middle-aged woman” and then be fucking surprised when I don’t respond and just think about carving myself up with a butcher’s knife. I go quiet and don’t respond because I’m just trying to keep myself from seeming like it affects me but it always does. God I just wanna die.

[xoxo-teddybear]

He’s Lost - Bakugou Katsuki - Part 1

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings - Angst, Physical Harm, Cursing, accused Cheating, Katsuki’s insecurities

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

A/N: This is my first writing piece but this has been stuck in my mind since v-day is coming up so I had to get it out. Plz enjoy!!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Summary: Y/N is so busy around Valentine’s, her lack of attention towards her Pomeranian is causing him to freak out and do the worst of the worst

Love is in the air! The birds are singing, The breeze is blowing, the setting sun is shining, and the explosive teen is.....well, bruting.

Can you blame him though? Y/N’s been a little distant ever since February started. Even right now, instead of enjoying their time together in a quiet park, she’s staring down at her phone doing who knows what.

Why? Was he not good enough? Has she gotten tired of him? They’ve only been together for a little over a year. Is she talking to someon- no. Katsuki stopped himself from thinking like that. There’s no way his precious teddy bear would ever do that. Not only that, he was the best there is. Why would she even try to go?

“You dumbass. You’re missing this.” Bakugou sighed. “Huh? What? Missing what?” Y/N looked around looking for whatever “this” was until Bakugou grabbed her chin to force her to look him in the eyes. “THIS DUMBASS! US! You’re so focused on that dumb phone. Jeez, can’t a guy just get his girl’s attention.” Bakugou said dramatically.

It wasn’t that Y/N wasn’t giving him attention, it’s that it wasn’t the same. Yea she right there snuggled into his arm. And yea she was petting his hair just the way he liked. And YES, she was peppering his face with kisses from time to time. But it all felt off? Like only half her energy was put into the love and affection.

“Suki, aren’t u being a little dramatic. I’m right here with you baby. I’m sorry if I’ve been a little distracted. Come here dummy.” And as Y/N pulls Bakugou in for a tighter hug all he can do is release a “hmph” while falling into it...until her phone went (ding!) once again. And she went to check it. Once again.

Bakugou was getting tired so he got up and suggested they’d head back to UA. Y/N only got up and began to walk beside him, hand in hand, while still checking her phone time to time. And Bakugou was getting sick of it

*Wtf is she doing on that piece of junk? What could be so important she would half ass our entire evening together? .....Could she possibly be talking to someone else?............no.* Bakugou let those negative thoughts die down as they continued their journey back.

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A few days later

“COME ON!!” Bakugou screamed as he realeased a blast towards Kirishima. When Bakugou invited him to train, The red head initially thought it was to ...you know..TRAIN. But after some time, the blonde’s best friend began to see the bigger picture.

“Dude. What’s up with you man? We always go full on during training, but it’s not even like you’re trying to hit me. It feels like you’re just taking your anger out on me.” Kirishima said.

“Congrats on noticing shitty hair, I’m glad somebody’s noticing my damn mood.” Weirded out by his friend’s unusual openness, the red head continued to ask.

“So what’s up?”

“Nothing.”

“But you just-“

“NOPE!”

Bakugou exclaimed as he began to gather his stuff to leave the training area. “BAKUGOU!” Kiri shouted. “WHAT!” “.......it’s Y/N isn’t it?”

Upon hearing that, the blonde turned to look at his best friend with this sad puppy dog look. And man, if Katsuki had doggy ears, everyone would see how low they’d go. His best friend didn’t need to see it though, he could tell those ears would be 6 ft under if they were actually there bc there’s nothing hiding Katsuki’s vulnerability when it comes to Y/N. As the two best friends go to sit on the bleachers, Bakugou takes a deep breath before saying his thoughts.

“I think Y/N is cheating on me.”

“................HUH???!!!!”

Kirishima went from “caring and considerate” to “WHATDIDHESAYYY” in seconds. Y/N L/N?? Cheating?? Ok. Y/N was one fiesty girl, and she definitely had sass, power, attitude, and a little mischief, but she also had kindness, compassion, consideration, and honesty flowing though her. Not to mention extreme loyalty. There’s no way.

“Look man, with all due respect, I think you’ve finally lost it.” The red head laughed. “I’m being serious shitty hair.” The blonde stated. “She’s been so distracted lately. She’s always with me but it’s like her mind is also somewhere else. And not to mention that damn phone she’s always on now. She can’t go 30 minutes without checking it at least twice. And not only that, when she does leave to do whatever, she’s gone for hours at a time! What’s a guy supposed to think with all of that?! I mean it’d make sense if she wanted to leave. I get it, I can get loud, and yell, and I get angry a lot but.. she knows I never mean it, right? I call her a dumbass like i do everyone else...ugh but she isn’t just everyone else, she’s my girlfriend and she’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me.....SO WHY TF IS SHE CHEATIN-“ before the blonde could continue, his best friend cut him off.

“BAKUGOU” “WHAT??!!” “....talk to her.” Kirishima said. “What?” Bakugou asked. Kirishima continued. “Cheating is a real sensitive topic in a relationship. I don’t wanna give my opinion on something that could ruin something amazing. C’mon man, we both know Y/N isn’t like that but who am I to tell you what to do. I wanna help, I do, but I think it’s best if you go to her with all this. Honestly though, if you asked me, Y/N would be the last person I’d ever think of when it came to cheating on ANYTHING. Especially the guy she cares so much about.” And with that last sentence, Kirishima stood up from his spot and pat Bakugou on his shoulder before exiting.

With Bakugou left with nothing but his thoughts and Kirishima’s advice, he left and headed straight towards your room.

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“Shut up!” You excitingly screamed though the phone. “You really found the last part?”

“Yup, it only took about 6 different stores across the entire city.” Shinsou sarcastically replied. “You owe me.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know and I appreciate it. Katsuki’s gonna love his gift!” You said.

With Valentine’s Day around the corner, you’ve been preparing only the best Valentine’s Day surprise for the best boyfriend in the world. You’ve been so busy planning your surprise that I guess you could say you haven’t been giving Katsuki the massive amount of attention he’s used to from you, but you can definitely say it’ll all be worth it when he sees one of his presents that you’ve been working on. A silencer for his gauntlet blasts that not only decreases the volume of his attacks, but also increases his attack power. You remember how Bakugou had vented about his attacks being too loud that they scare people, but when he tried to keep them quiet, the attack isn’t as powerful so saving can be quite difficult. He only spoke about it once, but you could see the look on his face whenever he was out using his quirk around civilians. So why not give him a device that’ll help with his loud little problem. Now were you a support class student who knew how to make support items? Hell no. But were you a loving girlfriend willing to give her man the best Valentine’s Day ever? Hell yeah.

The piece of gear would’ve been easier to make IF it weren’t for a pesky piece of the project getting destroyed by Shinsou after he made Denki electrocute himself while he was right next to your prototype on the table. So to make it up to you, Shinsou went all around town looking for the piece you needed to complete your support item for Katsuki. Finally, all pieces had come together.

“He better. That damn bastard doesn’t know how amazing his girlfriend is. Instead of ignoring his ass these past few weeks, you sent ME to get all this shit for you so you could keep your precious Pomeranian happy.” Shinsou said while rolling his baggy eyes.

As Bakugou approached the outside of your dorm room’s door, he heard your voice.

“You know, you’re so right. That Pomeranian is unaware of just exactly how amazing I am. I really could’ve left whenever but I stuck around.” You snorted. “Well I’m glad I had you with me through it all Shinsou.”

*Pomeranian? SHINSOU?!? Through IT ALL?!?!? YOU WERE WITH THAT PURPLE HAIRED, SLEEP DEPRIVED ASS MIND CONTROLLING FREAK?!?? AND YOU WERE WITH HIM THE ENTIRE TIME YOU’VE BEEN DATING BAKUGOU?!?*

Oh to say Katsuki was pissed was an understatement. He felt all these emotions hitting him all at once. Anger, Disgust, Pain, Betrayal. It all became too much for him before Katsuki ran away from your down with his bed down and silent tears hitting the floor. When he let himself fall to the floor in the privacy of his room he screamed into his hands. His first love, his first real relationship, his teddy bear betraying his love, loyalty, and trust for over an entire year. After hours of crying, Katsuki was able to pull himself into bed. He couldn’t even bring himself to shower even though he spent all that time in the gym with Kirishima. He just wanted to sleep to escape reality. As he looked at his phone, he saw 1 missed call from Y/N, and 1 text saying “Goodnight love💗💥!” Bakugou scoffed at the text. Figuring u must be texting Shinsou the same thing. As Bakugou placed his phone down, an evil thought came to mind. Ruin her.

Bakugou smirked to himself as he had this pyscho and sinister look on his face. He would ruin Y/N. They haven’t officially broken up yet, so he could hurt her just as she hurt him. And Bakugou wasn’t stupid or so he thought he’s aware Valentine’s is coming up, so why not break little Y/N L/N’s heart on a day dedicated to nothing but love and happiness. It’ll be the perfect revenge on a little satin like her. Bakugou finally turned on his side with an evil, satisfied smile, and fat tears in his eyes once more.

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The next morning, Katsuki got up with a broken heart, but he figured if he wanted his plan to work, he had to fake this smile. Getting up, getting ready, and getting dressed was business as usual, but meeting up with Y/N in the morning was now off the schedule. Instead of going into her room to check on her like he usually does, he just went straight to breakfast and straight to class without speaking to anyone.

With Class 1-A seated and Mr.Aizawa at the head of the classroom, the students can finally start their first lesson of the day. Until, the door slid wide open. There stood an exhausted and quite frankly dishelved Y/N. “My apologies sensei. I was up late last night and overslept. Please forgive me.” Y/N said as she bowed her head in sorry. “Just take your seat L/N.” The tired eye teacher said.

As Y/N walked to her desk, she noticed Bakugou wouldn’t even glance her way. She was a little thrown off since it would be normal for him to at least give her a judgemental look for sleeping in, but no. Nothing.

Bakugou on the other hand was writhing in agony. Oh how he wanted to check on Y/N and make sure everything was fine, but that voice in the back of his head couldn’t help but tell him to ignore her since she’s a cheater. She may have been the girl he’s loved dearest, but she was also the one causing his heart to shatter.

After a few classes, Y/N tried to approach Bakugou several times, but each time he brushed her off. And when the bell finally rang for lunch, you can bet Katsuki was the first one out the door. Y/N followed him of course, in worry and concern.

“Babe! Baby! Katsuuu!!! KATSUKII!” Y/N whined for her boyfriend to at least look at her but once again. Nothing. Bakugou wanted to hug her and hold her tight but he couldn’t. Not after what she’s done. Right before Bakugou entered the cafeteria, Y/N pulled him aside and held onto his wrists.

“Baby? Hey, what’s up with you? I’ve been calling your name and trying to talk to you but you keep brushing me off. You also didn’t stop by this morning. Is something wrong, love?” Y/N was hoping for something. ANYTHING at this point. And it was like the gods heard her prayer because she definitely got....something. “My bad.” The blonde haired boy dryly replied. “....Oh, um, ok suki.” The poor girl just thought her dear boyfriend was having a bad day, so she just left it alone and let him go. But still, even on his worse days he would at least visit her in the mornings. As they sat down with the bakusquad, the entire table noticed how Bakugou sat up and moved across from Y/N after she chose to sit next to him like usual. The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife, and Kirishima could already feel what had gone down. He at least knew his bro didn’t talk to his girl. Not manly at all.

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Valentine’s Day

During lunch, Kirishima has finally decided to speak to Bakugou about this whole thing. He hasn’t been getting any updates since their time in the gym, so when it was just him and his best friend having lunch together, he went for it.

“Man what the hell is going on with you and Y/N? I’ve noticed you’ve been avoiding her like crazy,” Kirishima said while stuffing his face, nervous about the answer. “I was right all along.” The blonde sadly spoke. “She’s been cheating on me since the start of our entire relationship. And with that baggy eyed freak from 1-B.”

Kirishima couldnt believe what he was hearing. He almost choked on his food. Y/N was actually cheating. I guess people don’t know people as well as he thought. “.....wow...I’m sorry man.” The red haired friend said. He was at a lost for words and didn’t know what else to say. *sigh* “don’t be. It all goes down tonight.” Bakugou said with a sad smile. “What do you mean?” His friend asked. The blonde looked at him right in his red eyes. “I’m breaking her heart tonight, on the one day of the year dedicated to love.”

Meanwhile

Instead of going to lunch, Y/N spent her time finishing up Katsuki’s surprise in his room. Yeah, he’s been having a bad past few days so why not bring him a smile with these amazing gifts on the day of love. Although Y/N didn’t really feel the love today (due to Katsuki again being so distant and ignoring her “good morning blasty💥💗!” And “Happy Valentine’s Day my love♥️!” Texts) she was determined to make sure Katsuki knew just exactly how much she loved him. She was almost done setting up in his room. Rose petals on the bed, Candles everywhere, 4 different gifts including his new support item made by you, his favorite meal is going to be set here on his table, and you and him together spending every loving second with each other. Y/N didn’t realize that because of her setup, she missed the entire rest of the day. “Meh, so worth it when I see the look on Suki’s face.” Tonight is going to be perfect.....or so you thought.

You didn’t expect to find Katsuki in your room, sitting on the edge of you bed waiting for you with his head hanging low and his shoulders slumped.

*maybe he has a surprise for me....? Yea that has to be it!* Y/N happily thought as she closed the door.

“Suki!! Happy Valentine’s Day!” Y/N said with all the love in her heart as she ran and jumped on the boy for a hug. But Bakugou didn’t say anything. He didn’t move. He just glanced back up at her, giving her this cold stare. Y/N was too busy professing her undying love for her boyfriend to even notice his scary silence. “Suki I’m really glad it’s you who I have in my life,” the love sicken girl bashfully spoke while looking at the ground. “You make me so happy and I feel so blessed being able to spend my life with you in it. I really hope you know just how much I care and lov-“ Bakugou couldn’t listen to this bullshit anymore. He pushed Y/N off of him just before she could say those 3 words that would get him to break.

“Hey! Suki? Why would you do that?!” Y/N exclaimed while standing back up. “I hate you.” The blonde spoke coldly. As those words left his mouth, Y/N heart and world were falling apart. Her eyes went wide open and her jaw slightly dropped. As she was about to say something else, Katsuki cut her off with “I’m breaking up with your dumbass. Right here. Right now!” Bakugou yelled. Y/N was in shock. She felt hurt, pain, she was just feeling so broken.

As tears filled her eyes, she asked “w-why?” as she tried to reach out to him. “Why? WHY?!” Bakugou screamed as he stood up above her slapping her hand away. “THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN WHY, Y/N. YOU’RE A FUCKING CHEATER, THATS WHY!” The blonde yelled in her face. Y/N couldn’t believe it. He thought she was cheating? Why would she even do that? She already has the best person in the world for her so why? “DONT EVEN GIVE ME THAT “it didn’t mean anything, Suki!” BULLSHIT. I DONT GIVE A FUCK, CUZ YOU’VE BEEN CHEATING ON ME AND PLAYING ME FOR A DAMN FOOL THIS ENTIRE FUCKING TIME!” Bakugou went on as his voice began to crack while tears flowed down his porcelain face. “YOU LIED TO ME. I GAVE YOU MY ENTIRE BEING AND YOU FUCKING LIED. YOU DUMB FUCKING BITCH, I CANT BELIEVE I EVER LOVED A SORRY EXCUSE OF A PERSON LIKE YOU. I HATE YOU SO DAMN MUCH, I DONT EVEN UNDERSTAND WHAT THE FUCK I SAW IN YOU!” Y/N’s heart hit the ground. No actually, it went 6 ft under because after all that he’s said, her heart is dead. Broken. In agony. “Suki I-“ “DONT FUCKING CALL ME THAT L/N.” Hearing him refer to her with her family name hit so hard. “KATSUKI PLEASE! I DIDNT DO ANYTHING I SWEA-“ as Y/N tried to reach out to him, he interrupted her again and pushed her hand away. “I SAID DONT CALL ME THAT!”

The blonde yelled, except this time....he didn’t only yell. The burning scent of smoke came into his nose and the loud explosion could be heard throughout the building. The product of what he just did came to him. He just attacked the love of his life. As much as Y/N hurt him, Katsuki still loved her with his everything. And the fact that he subconsciously attacked her broke him even more. Y/N’s screams of pain reached his ears, as he looked down and saw his precious teddy bear with a burned arm and fat tears on her face, crying in pain.

Bakugou ran down to her level to try and help her. “Y/N! Hey, hey teddy bear look I’m so-“ Y/N pushed him away before he could continue. “WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU BAKUGOU?!” Ouch. His family name felt like poison coming from your tongue. “Princess, I’m sorry I didn’t-“ “SHUT UP AND LET ME SPEAK FOR ONCE YOU FUCKING IDIOT!” Y/N screamed as she stood up to face him. “I DIDNT FUCKING CHEAT ON YOU. WHY THE HELL WOULD I DO THAT WHEN YOU’RE THE BEST DAMN THING THATS EVER HAPPENED TO ME?!..ah!” Y/N was cut off by the stinging of her wound, and Bakugou couldn’t do anything but stare. Y/N grabbed onto her wound before continuing. “I love you Bakugou. I wouldn’t even dream about doing wrong by you. I thought I was a good girlfriend or at least a good person-“ Bakugou quickly interrupted “No! Y/N you are, I just-“ “If I am then what the hell made you even think of me so lowly? What the hell did I do to make you question my loyalty? What the hell did I do that was worthy of you burning my fucking arm?!” Y/N cried out.

Silence fell upon the room. It felt like hours before anybody said anything. Both people had heavy tears in their face now. One crying because he realized he was an idiot and harmed the girl who did nothing wrong, and One crying because she did nothing wrong but ended up being a villain in her loved one’s life. Y/N broke the silence with a scoff.

“You know what Suki?” Y/N said looking him in the eyes. “Yes teddy bear?” Bakugou quickly replied with wide, desperate eyes upon hearing the loving nickname, thinking they would move on from this horrible incident. “Get the fuck out.” Y/N said in a low voice. Bakugou was shocked. He knew he fucked up horribly but after realizing the truth, he can’t leave you! He loves you too damn much for that! “What? Y/N please listen to me, I’m sor-“ “I DONT GIVE A FUCK! Leave..please.” The sad girl cried. Bakugou grabbed onto her shoulders begging her to not end this. “Y/N please! Please princess! I’m so fucking sorry! I’m an idiot, I know, and I definitely don’t deserve you but please I can’t lose you.” Bakugou said with tears falling down his face. “Please don’t do this to us. Please don’t do this to me, I’m BEGGING YOU.” “Bakugou-“ The sad boy cut you off, shaking his head, “ NO ITS SUKI. YOUR SUKI. YOUR KATSUKI.......please teddy bear I need you.......h-here let me help yo-”

You harshly pushed the boy off of you and as he tried to desperately go back to you, you used your quirk to keep him at bay. “Bakugou Katsuki. I’m leaving this room since you won’t, and I won’t come back until I know you’re out of my room.” Y/N began as she looked at him with cold, sad eyes. “From now on, you won’t have to worry about this bitch because I’ll stay out of your life, I swear. Don’t look at me, don’t touch me, DONT EVEN TALK TO ME. Just leave me alone....we’re done.” And with that Y/N ran out of her room, and out of the building, needing to get away from the place for a little bit. She could deal with her wound later. She just needed to get away. Bakugou just stood there in sadness and shock. As much as he wanted to run after you, he figured he’d give you a little breather. You guys could fix things in the morning...right?

Bakugou waited an hour in your room waiting for you, but you were right. You really weren’t coming back until he left your private area. So that’s what he did. With a heavy heart, he picked himself up and dragged his feet back to his dorm. He looked like a mess. He knew he did. Messy hair, red swollen eyes, dry lips. His entire body screamed heartbroken. When he open the door, instant regret and love hit him at once. His room was covered with rose petals and flowers, there were candles everywhere, heart shaped balloons all around, he had 4 different boxes of gifts, and two plates of extra spicy curry was set on his table, obviously cold now. What caught his eye was that one of the gift boxes had a note attached to it. With tears in his eyes, he read it.

Hey Suki! It’s Valentine’s Day! I love you to the moon and back and so much more. There’s no words that are able to describe the way I feel about you. You drive me insane in all the right ways and I love it! Lol. I hope you like your Valentine’s Day surprise. I’ve been working for weeks on it, so I’m sorry if I’ve been a little distracted. I know I’ve been kinda absent these past few days but I promise I’ll make it up to you love! Hopefully I can start with this gift that I’ve been working on. Enjoy your brand new grenade silencer! Made it myself just for you. There’s nothing else in the world like this. I love you Bakugou Katsuki!

(P.S. If Shinsou from 1-B gives you shit about it, it’s because I made him drag his ass everywhere to look for a missing part so I wouldn’t have to leave you so much)

XOXO, Your forever teddy bear <3

As he quickly opened the gift, he saw it. A silencer that would attach to his gauntlets to make the sound quieter and the blast even more powerful. It was incredible. You are incredible. He only ever mentioned the sound of his blasts once, and you listened and you fixed it.

Bakugou shook as tears began to fall onto the paper. He couldn’t believe it. Everything started coming together now. The reason you were so distracted was because you were setting this up for him. You were always on the phone because you were assembling pieces and ordering gifts for him. You weren’t cheating on him with Shinsou. You were making sure he could find something that you needed for him. Y/N L/N was truly the best girlfriend in the world. Scratch that, she is the best girlfriend in the world. No scratch that too, she’s just the best, period. And Bakugou’s idiotic self ruined everything for him. All because he couldn’t have a little faith in his teddy bear. As Katsuki cried and cried, he set everything aside.

He took the petals off his bed. He didn’t deserve it. He blew out the candles around his room. He didn’t deserve it. He popped the balloons, and ignored the food. He laid in bed with more tears than ever, and looked at the ceiling. He finally turned to his side to fall asleep, but not before grabbing the picture on his bedside nightstand. A picture of you and him. He remembers that picture oh so clearly. It was his birthday, and while he didn’t want to celebrate, you did everything in your power to make it the best one yet. And you did just that. Bakugou hugged that picture so tight, because he didn’t have you in his arms tonight. He didn’t think he would ever have you in his arms again. So Bakugou Katsuki continued to cry until he was asleep, escaping from the reality of him losing his love, his teddy bear, his princess, and his Y/N.

Bakugou Katsuki never lost, no. He’s always been ahead, always number one, always the best. He always won and achieved and nothing ever stopped him. Except this time, the only thing that stopped him and caused him to lose, was himself. He lost. He lost his everything. His world, his rock, his heart, his Y/N. He’s lost without her in his life, and at this point he thinks he’s lost at life. There was nothing that could fix him unless it was you coming back to him.

Bakugou Katsuki? He’s lost.

A/N: HOLY SHIT! That was my very first writing piece and it was just a Drabble of a thought I’ve been having. Sorry if it’s a little off and weird, I’m still new to writing but hopefully I’ll get better. This was NOT spell checked so my apologies for any mistakes. I hope you enjoyed reading this! Thx for the love!

[whoree321]

can I request some headcannons of the bad batch reacting to reader getting called fat and comforting her?

(today while I was at school someone called me fat)

omg well ok first of all bestie i’m so sorry that happened to you!! i def experienced my fair share of that sort of thing back in my day, but just remember that above all else your body is merely a vessel to contain the infinite galaxies that form the irreplicable, unique multitudes of humanity that live within you. you are so much more than the physical form you inhabit and simply the presence of your soul on this planet makes it a brighter place<3

but anyways! i hope y’all enjoy this! i would love nothing more than for this gaggle of big strong men to defend my honor

the bad batch + comforting gn!reader (body image)

WARNING: this is entirely about comments being made about the reader’s body. there are potentially triggering themes. please read with caution<3

Hunter

when hunter hears what happened, he experiences probably every single negative emotion a person could feel at once

angry at the person who insulted you, worried about you, sad that you’re sad, stressed about the best way to handle it and help you

internally, hunter is probably more distressed than you are

this man NEVER EVER shows it tho. the inside of his brain is literally like that scene in spongebob where his brain is the office and it’s on fire and all the little spongebobs are running around screaming. but on the outside?

“oh cyar’ika, come here. i’m so, so sorry my love”

he is tenderly holding you to his bosom, praising you and reassuring you and providing that feeling of safety and warmth that’s just so uniquely hunter until you almost forget why you were even upset

he is also such a good listener. he doesn’t exactly know what to say beyond complimenting/praising you (that’s easy- all he has to do is say what he’s already thinking), but he is so attentive and really takes in everything you’re saying as you’re ranting or letting your emotions out

just knowing how invested he is in trying to understand your problems and make you feel better makes you feel so loved and so special

Crosshair

crosshair is not the fucking one

crosshair hears that someone has called you fat, and he is literally breaking their knee caps like they owe him a gambling debt within 24 hours of the comment being made

like i’m serious. of all the batchers, he is the one to go out of his way and inflict serious violence upon the individual in question (wrecker might join him)

although he’s seething with rage on the inside, he does try to be there for you in the moment while you’re upset

he’s not very good with words, and he’s definitely the type to let his actions do the talking

he will spend literally hours just worshipping your body, kissing every inch and whispering little comments like “gorgeous” and “so beautiful” and “all mine” and he won’t stop until he’s confident you know just how enamoured he is with you. mind, body, and soul

he’ll get in the shower with you and wash your hair, letting the warm water and his fingers on your scalp soothe you as he presses feather light kisses to your back and neck and shoulder blades

he will wait to seek out his victim until you’re nestled into his bunk, snuggled under his covers and fast asleep. he’ll lay a quick kiss on the tip of your nose, admiring the peaceful look on your face for a moment before disappearing into the night to deal with the perpetrator

seriously tho crosshair is sending whoever said it to the med bay for EXTENDED time. he won’t kill them, but he will definitely disfigure them

Tech

tech would honestly be so confused. like he would be so upset that someone would say that to you, and even more upset that you were upset, but i think the entire situation would be a little bit baffling to him

like i think that he is probably one of the least likely batchers to notice or care what people look like physically, and so he just would not understand why someone would be so cruel

like what would someone have to gain from commenting negatively on your body? as far as he knew, there was nothing wrong with how you looked (quite the opposite, actually), and he would just find the whole idea of someone doing that to you so absurd

despite his confusion, i think in any situation where you’re upset tech would def sort of let you indicate what kind of comfort you wanted, and would go all in from there (he read that your partner often needs different kinds of emotional support at different times and he has worked very hard to recognize when you need each type of comfort)

like if you need verbal or physical reassurance, he’s worshipping you and letting you know exactly why he finds every piece of you so dazzlingly beautiful

if you need to cry and rant, he’s holding you close and stroking your hair and giving you a safe place to just let out your feelings

if you need to be angry about it, tech will sit with you and absolutely roast the shit out of whoever said it. like he’ll pull up files about them and just verbally demolish they’re entire existence until you’re wheezing with laughter

tech would just be so sweet and would hate seeing you upset and would try his best to fix it. he loves your body, but to him you are so much more than that and it kills him that someone could make you feel so badly over what he views as such a small aspect of all amazing things that make you who you are

Wrecker

when wrecker hears about what happened, he is equal parts heartbroken for you and LIVID

he doesn’t tolerate when people have things to say about the way he or his brothers look, and he CERTAINLY won’t tolerate someone commenting on the way you look

he’s already gearing up to go bash some heads in when it registers with him how upset you are

expect the hug of the CENTURY from this man

like seriously you’re worried he’s gonna crack one of your ribs with how hard he’s squeezing

he becomes the self care king

wrecker will spend an excessive amount of time pampering you and doing his best to make you feel loved (like literally days if he has enough time)

he’s running you warm baths, he’s doing face masks with you, he’s setting up a movie night with a pillow fort and yummy treats, he’s using your entire body as a pillow and wrapping his arms around you, planting sweet kisses all over your torso as the movie plays. anything he can think of to care of you and take your mind off of the horrible way you were spoken to

wrecker isn’t gonna have as much verbally as hunter or tech or echo, pretty much confined to statements like “oh don’t listen to them, Y/N, you’re absolutely perfect”, but the way he dotes on you and the tenderness he shows to you and your body lets you know that he really, really means it

(also, he won’t seek them out, but if he ever happens to run into person who said it, he does not hesitate to beat the living shit out of them. disrespectfully)

Echo

when echo hears about what was said to you, he’s really just unbelievably sad

while people don’t usually make comments about him to his face, he knows how terrible it feels to be uncomfortable with your own body and he would do anything to keep you from feeling that

echo responds initially like hunter, holding you close and letting you cry or yell for a while, but he refuses to let you feel anything other than beautiful

he takes you to your closet and tells you to pick out one outfit that makes you feel good about yourself (if you have trouble feeling good about any of them, don’t worry. he won’t hesitate to pick out one he knows you look great in)

once you’ve decided on it, he tells you to put it on. if you’re uncomfy with him watching you change, he happily looks away until you’re ready for him to turn around. if you’re cool with him watching, he makes it a point not to hide his admiration of your form, offering sweet compliments and sultry glances

once you’ve changed, he stands you in front of the mirror so you can see yourself, and describes to you all your wonderful features. he lets you disagree with him and point out your flaws, and he counters each of them without missing a beat

echo just wants you to see yourself the way he sees you, and he stands there with you, offering so much patience and love, until he’s filled your heart with so much warmth you can feel your tears returning (this time in a good way)

you do so much to help him when he feels insecure about his appearance since the citadel, so above all else, echo needs you to know just how perfect you are, regardless of what some prick might say

[ivy-loves-chocolate]

How about Albert Wesker falling in love with reader at first sight hc..

Of course :)

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-> it’s new to him. The tickling he feels in his stomach, the faster heartbeat, the sweating, all these feelings are not familiar to him, and he mistakes them for a sickness. How an immortal being like him can get sick? He ran countless tests, but he found nothing. He was a healthy man in his 40s.

-> his sister brought the concept of "love at first sight" concept to him in one of their discussions. He called her childish, they fought, but it left Wesker with a new perspective.

-> logic began to fade when he started to feel needier and needier to see his s/o. He follows her, without listening to his reasoning. He tells himself that he would continue to do that until he finds his words. Hours turn into days, then into months, but Wesker keeps following his habits of stalking.

-> he feels like losing his words when he is around her. All his words get stuck in his throat and he is unable to form a coherent speech. Even if he doesn't talk with her, he is somehow present in her life. Wesker makes sure to drop a little attention from time to time: raise, flowers, jewelry.

-> she feels something is strange, but despite that, she enjoys the little attention, even if she wants to know the identity of her secret admirer. She gets a clue when she notices Wesker spying around the corner. What’s creepier is that he vanishes when they made eye contact.

"I think the CEO is following me."

"Damn, you don't have long to live then." One of her coworkers teased. "You fucked up somehow."

"You are very helpful."

"It was nice meeting you in your human form, please don't kill me once you become a tyrant." He said in a dramatic tone, not paying attention to her story. The CEO rarely left his office, so what were the chances of personally following his employees.

-> they didn't help, and to her despair, Wesker wasn't easy to catch. she tried making an appointment, but she was turned down every time. Which was weird, because she could still see him in the corner of her eyes. She stopped telling everyone that story too because she will end up seeming insane.

-> his obsession never ended. Even if he never spoke with her, he knew all her past. He knew her current schedule, at what hour she eats, works, sleep. When he leaned over the edge of the wall to spy on his love interest, she suddenly turned, which made him run away.

-> Wesker finally got the courage to speak with her personally. What he was about to say, well, he will figure it out. He will try to be as formal as possible.

-> he approached her desk. It was late, he made sure to give her extra work so they will be alone. The others left hours ago. He approached her desk, noticing how clean everything was. Wesker appreciated a tidy, well-organized woman more than anything.

"Having troubles keeping up?" He said after taking a glance at her computer.

-> his stern voice almost made her jump from her place. She turned around to see her stalker staring at her behind those sunglasses. How he could see at night it was a mystery.

"Please, don't stand," He noticed the woman's attempt to raise. Instead, he pulled a chair and sat next to her.

"N-no, everything is fine sir."

"Please, we don't have to be formal here." He let out a low chuckle. "Call me Wesker." Just how his former STARS members used to call him. Not too formal, not too friendly, somewhere in between enough to make them comfortable.

-> She was so close to him. Of course, she saw him in person a few times, but not so close as they are right now. She couldn’t help but notice how handsome he was, how melodic his voice was and how good she felt in his company. She was a little frightened at first, but the more she stayed with him, the faster her fears disappeared. She started to feel safe. She felt something too, but she didn't pay attention until now. If you can overlook that imposing posture of his, you would find out that you can enjoy his company and feel protected.

"Thank you, Wesker. What brings you to my humble office?"

-> He could notice her shaky voice. He had his cold, tremendous, demeanor even if he didn't want to.

"Despite the rumors, I actually care about my employees." A big fat lie, he couldn't care less. He had people dealing with them, but she was a special case. "I want to make sure you are not overworked. The last thing I need is you fainting in the cafeteria."

"Thank you s- Wesker."

-> How adorable he thought. He hardly found his words because most of his attention was focused on her. She was more attractive from this distance, and with every second that passed, he found himself getting needier and needier.

-> The long silence was broke by Wesker.

"Please, if you encounter any problems don't hesitate to contact me, personally."

"Thanks again. Actually, I kept trying to contact you these past weeks."

-> Wesker was getting nervous. He had a feeling why, so he started to move in his chair.

"Maybe I have hallucinations, but I kept seeing you around as if you were stalking me. I tried making an appointment but that secretary kept ignoring me."

-> he knew, he was the one who told his secretary to turn her off every time she would demand to see him.

"I see. Maybe you are overworking yourself. I can assure you that I have more important things than to follow my employees around."

-> that what she thought. She seemed to believe him.

"So that means you are not going to turn me into a tyrant?"

-> Wesker couldn't contain his laugher. She was indeed innocent and naive.

"Of course not," he said between sobs. "So this is how badly people are speaking of me?"

-> he prays this is the worst thing she heard about him. He'll make sure to find out who's been spreading rumors around, and turn them into reality for them, but now he didn't focus on his revenge plan, but on the discussion with the woman in front of him.

-> He found so much more about her personality, things he couldn't find in any file. He got a call and had no choice but to end the conversation. They walked together to the elevators, where they parted away, but not without ensuring her it's ok to come to his office whenever he needs, without an appointment.

-> She kept receiving gifts even after their meeting, but now they were signed.

His bold round handwriting was on every present.

"Wesker".

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Ohh your writing is wonderful... I’ve actually never requested before so I hope get this right but: could I request Billy Lenz x Gender Neutral Reader (AFAB if it’s brought up) with Billy sucking on his partner’s fingers and discovering they are really, /really/ into it but also super embarrassed about it? Bastard-ness ensues. Hope this request is ok!

Okay? This is waaay more than okay! I’ve been so excited about this prompt since I received it! I’m so sorry for not getting to it earlier. I hope like six months later is better than never though! I’m also super excited to be your first request! I hope this lives up to your expectations, whatever they may have been!

Just a few general warnings beforehand: Billy is really rough with the reader he uses some extremely degrading language as per the canon (I’ve excluded the term ‘piggy,’ though, because I am NOT A FAN™ of that aspect of his dirty talk.) I want to specifically call to attention the liberal use of the terms ‘pussy’ and ‘cunt.’ The reader is never gendered with personal pronouns, but those words are used in reference to them and their anatomy several times. I am of the opinion that Mr. Lenz would use those terms regardless of what hole he’s using, but if they make you uncomfortable, maybe give this one a miss? Furthermore, I would like to mention that Billy is not a mentally well man (obviously) who has had a rather traumatic past with abuse, both of these are discussed within this fic, so please take care of yourselves and read this work responsibly if you want to read it at all. I don’t want anyone to be hurt by my writing because I didn’t warn them properly.

Also, this is my first time writing for Billy, so please forgive me if it takes a little while for me to get completely used to him. He’s a…unique fella, let’s say.

Editing Ripper’s Note: I was just about to post this when I realized I completely misread the prompt! I read it as the reader is really into sucking on Billy’s fingers, not the other way ‘round! I’ve been looking at this prompt, literally since December and still never caught on. I feel like a total idiot. I’m really sorry about that. I’ve decided to post this anyway because A) the kink is still there in the fic, just not exactly as requested, and B) I had already finished it by the time I noticed my mistake. So much time has passed and if the original requester is still keeping tabs on this blog, I don’t want to make them wait any longer. That being said, if you’d like me to write your request properly, please send me a message and I will do my best!

Mind Your Teeth – Billy Lenz (Gender Neutral* Reader) - NSFW

· Slick with sweat, your chest slides against the surface of your desk with each cruel snap of Billy’s hips. You can feel the laboured heaving of his chest against your back as he struggles for breath. It leaves his lips in ragged, staggering puffs, heavy and hot against your shoulder blade, accompanied every so often by the slick warmth of his saliva as it drips down onto your bare skin.

· Despite his gawky build, he manages to loom over you, folding you nearly in half against the desk. He’s made himself rather comfortable, sprawled over top of you. His chest presses against your back, boney ribs grinding against the knobs of your spine through the stiff, itchy fibers of his jumper. It’s sticking to your skin, soaked through in spots with sweat—yours and his—and you can feel it peeling up from your flesh with every movement he makes.

· He’s got you pinned, holding you down against the smooth wooden surface with little more than his weight. He’s surprisingly heavy, and though he doesn’t look it, Billy is a strong man—he’s more than capable both of lifting you off of the floor and pinning you down to it. He’s strong and his hands are by no means an exception to that rule. Though they may be long and thin, and they tremble whenever they hold you, his grip is nearly unbreakable. His clumsy fingers circle your wrists like iron fetters, dirty fingernails digging into the flesh of your forearms and cutting little crescents into the skin—just deep enough to sting. You can barely move beneath him—can barely breathe—and he knows this. He has you exactly where he wants you and you’re not going anywhere until he decides to let you.

· Another bruising thrust pitches you forward, and your knees bang against the desk drawers. You cry out, though whether it was for the dull ache in your legs or the sudden stab of pleasure between them, even you couldn’t say for certain. Though if there is any concern at all in Billy for your wellbeing, he’s certainly keeping it to himself. Your outburst only seems to egg him on, as his pace begins to take on a more frantic edge.

· His thrusts are shallow as he rocks into you—it’s as though he can’t bare to withdraw from the tight heat of your body for long. Dimly, through the fog of pleasure, you struggle to feel surprised. It’s all about instant gratification with Billy. Always has been—why should he tease himself or draw things out when he could just pry open your willing mouth and drag his cock against your tongue until he cums down your throat? Still, there is a force behind those thrusts—one which throws you up against the lip of the desk hard enough that you’re sure there will be a solid line of bruising along your midsection before the night is through. Every push of those hips shoves you forward a little more, until your head is nearly knocking against the wall and your toes barely touch the ground.

· Your cheek slides against a slick patch of wood and you realize you’ve been drooling across the desktop. The little puddle at the corner of your lips only grows in size as a particularly deep thrust from Billy wrings another string of wrecked whimpers from your throat. You wish you could pull away from the puddle—longing to drag the back of your hand across your cheek and wipe away the slickness, but there’s little you can do about it with Billy still holding your arms hostage. But at the same time, something about it thrills you—to be ruined like this—held still, unable to so anything but whimper, and drool, and take what you’re given. It’s…liberating.

· “C’mon, little bitch! Take my fat cock! You can t-t-take it better than that! Take it! Take-Take-Take it good for B-B-Billy!” He babbles into your shoulder, chapped lips scraping against your shoulder as he mouths at your flushed skin. His tongue flickers out, dragging a wet stripe against your skin, scorching hot, then suddenly too cool as it begins to dry in the open air.

· “Such a pretty pusssssy,” He slurs, “Pretty, pretty pusssssy. Gonna fill it up—gonna fill it with my fat ffffffucking cock!”

· You feel him jerk behind you, his muscles going taught as a violent spasm rolls through his body. When he speaks again, the voice that comes is not his own—it’s deeper, rumbling down in his chest, belonging to a man much larger than he, “Why I outta beat that boy! Beat him up good! Beat Billy bad! Beat him good! Beat him up, up, up!”

· His hips still and your heart leaps up into your throat, your pulse pounding hard in the tight space. This can’t be good. You squirm beneath him, trying and failing to turn your head. Your eyes roll wild in their sockets, desperate to get a good look at Billy, but he remains a shadow at the edge of your vision. You remember this voice. He had so many it was difficult to keep track of them sometimes—he’d mimic almost anything he heard; the children from down the road calling to one another while they played, the weatherman making predictions on the radio, even the neighbour’s cat. It was easy to forget which voices and phrases came from where once he’d picked them up and used them enough. But this is one that predates you, and you recognize it with a chilling clarity—the father’s voice: always angry, often violent.

· It frightens you when Billy uses it, though not because of the threat Billy poses to you. Of course, you know to tread carefully when he's in one of his moods—you’ve seen first hand the destruction wrought when his directionless frustration is given direction. But, you know this voice is a far more likely indicator that Billy is an imminent threat to himself. You’ve seen him pacing the floor like a caged animal, trembling hands beating about his head, tearing at his clothes and hair as he works through the frenzy, all the while babbling to himself in that deep, rumbling voice: “Rotten boy! Teach you a fucking lesson! Beat Billy! Bad Billy! Bad, Bad, Bad!” He's blackened his eyes, split his lips and knuckles, shattered countless plates and cut his hands on the shards. He loses himself in that voice, and that scares you.

· ‘Losing himself,’ that’s what you’ve come to call these episodes—those moments when his excitement and boundless energy curdle, souring into anxiety and agitation so quickly it makes you head spin. And in this moment, he’s displaying all the tell-tale sighs you’ve come to recognize—the full-body tremors, the angry voices, self-directed violence—mere threats or otherwise…

· No, this is not good. Of course, this isn’t the first time you’ve seen him do this, and you’re sure it would not be the last, but he’s never done it while you were…playing before. And that worries you. You’re both vulnerable, half-undressed and bent over a desk. Even worse, he was behind you. You’d learned very quickly never to let him out of your sight when he got like this. He was unpredictable—prone to lashing out whether he meant to or not. But he wasn’t beyond helping. If you could just turn your head and look at him—make him see you, help him to ground himself like you practiced, you might be able to talk him down, or at least ease him through the worst of it. Maybe. If you could only get a look at him.

· You flounder for your voice and struggle to keep it steady once you find it, “Hey, B-Billy? Billy, baby, you’re okay, right?” It’s an innocent question you usually begin with when he gets like this. Sometimes he’s too worked up to even begin to answer you, sometimes he tries so damn hard to answer, but can’t—not in a way you could really understand anyhow—and sometimes you can talk it through with him. Every time you try, the reaction is different. You can only cross your fingers and pray for a positive outcome.

· This time, he coughs. It’s a horrible, a horrible, racking sound that echoes in his chest—it’s almost closer to a scream than anything else. Another spasm jitters through him, the joint in his neck snapping loud in the darkness. You feel his forehead collide with your shoulder once, twice, then he stills. His flesh is clammy against yours, and the gentle brush of his hair makes your skin prickle, but he seems calmer. He barks a laugh—his own this time—and nuzzles against your back, smearing your skin with sweat and saliva. “Fuck!” He says, as though that explains everything.

· “Billy? Are you…alright?”

· He chirps like bird, three short bursts of whistling he’d picked up last spring when a robin mad made a nest on your windowsill, “Right as rain, rain, rain!”

· You’re left with a heady rush of confusion and relief as you realize he must have pulled himself out of the hole he’d almost fallen into. A little flicker of pride sparks to life in your chest. He’s come so far.

· Your concern melts away once again into pleasure as Billy jerks his hips. Keening high in the back of his throat, he fucks himself deeper into you. He drags his cock out slow, sounding for all the world as though he’d forgotten just how good it felt to fuck you—as though he hadn’t been doing just that not sixty seconds ago. He scrapes his teeth against your shoulder, the promise of a bite that will surely come and mark you for days. His fingers flex around your wrists, blunt nails biting deeper into your flesh as he falls back into that brutal rhythm.

· Your legs begin to shake as Billy’s cock bumps up against something a bit more sensitive inside of you. Your breath fogs against the surface of the desk as it heaves from your lungs, a thin mist that barely has the time to fade before the next heavy puff of air replaces it. You find yourself struggling to swallow the moans Billy’s working so hard to pull from you. You know how much he likes to hear you—how wild it makes him—and you know there’s no real need to be quiet, not with the dorm cleared out for the long weekend. Still, something—be it a force of habit from living in close quarters with thin walls, or simply your own embarrassment—keeps you quiet.

· “Fiiiilthy whore!” A growl, caught low in his throat, tears through the air between you, “Pretty pussy! Want it full! My cock, my cum…gonna fill it full!” Never at a loss for a string of vulgarities, Billy mumbles against your skin, his words slurring into one another until you can barely decipher one though from the other.

· “Fuck, fuck, fuuuuck!” Billy jerks his hips forward, and for the first time this evening, you feel the full length of his cock stretching you out. You jerk beneath him, mewling into the desktop, squirming about as you try desperately to relax around him. You’re so full—so full you can barely breathe, but it feels so good. Your muscles contract around him, unbidden, throbbing with the sudden stretch. It makes him shudder and sigh above you, a wavering rush of air than hisses out between his teeth.

· He holds you there for a moment, trembling almost as much as you are, “Tight fffucking cunt, so fucking tiiight for Billy!” His hips stutter forward in time with his ragged breathing. Desperately, he tries to fuck himself deeper into you, even though he can’t—he’s already buried to the hilt, his hips tucked snugly against your ass. But he gives it the old college try anyhow. He begins to babble nonsensically against your neck, “Ruin it, ruin it! Never take another cock! Full, full, full! I left it in the kitchen, Jan! Not after Billy’s! A low pressure system moving in and—fuck you full, fuck you full, full, full!”

· The tops of his thighs quiver as he grinds into you, and as he shifts, the head of his cock presses against something. For a moment, your vision goes white. Your legs seem to fall away beneath you, your knees drifting south as the pleasure carries away their ability to hold you upright any longer. If it weren’t for the desk, you probably would have slid down into a boneless heap on the floor.

· You gasp, mouth gaping wide, pulling in a great, deep lungful of air. To call his name? To beg him for more? To put wordless voice to your pleasure? You aren’t sure. There is little room in your brain for thought beyond the need for more. Mercifully, Billy saves you from the struggle before you can waste too much energy on it.

· Almost as soon as he realizes your mouth is open, Billy shoves his fingers into your mouth. Two boney digits slide against your tongue, pressing and prodding against the slick muscle. The taste of dust and salt floods your mouth with the intrusion. You wrinkle your nose, and try to pull your head back, but Billy leans down into you, pressing you down further beneath his weight, grinding your ribs into the desktop.

· “No, no, no,” He chides, voice soft and light—almost cheerful. He spreads his fingers apart, rubbing over the hard bumps of your bottom teeth with a tenderness you rarely see in him. “Gotta make room,” His voice rumbles through you as he presses his lips against your flesh, “Gotta stretch it out for Billy, or he won’t fit!”

· He nuzzles his cheek against your shoulder, still rocking his hips into you, pressing against that spot that makes your brain fill with television static, “Billy’s gonna fuck your throat once he’s filled that pretty pussy!”

· Your lips are pulled taught as his fingers press against the walls of your mouth, testing its limits. “Soft and warm! Wanna fuck it! Fuck it deep!”

· His hips buck hard, shoving you another inch toward the wall. You can feel yourself drooling around his fingers—your saliva dripping down your chin in great rivulets and collecting beneath your cheek.

· His knuckles bump against the roof of your mouth as the pads of his fingers find the back of your tongue. You gag around them, struggling to breathe, but Billy just laughs and presses down harder.

· “Again,” His voice comes out in a ragged puff of breath, half-whisper, half-growl, rough as rock salt, “Pussy gets tight when it chokes.”

· You try to suck in a shocked breath, but you can’t manage it around his fingers. Your throat convulses around him as you struggle to breathe.

· You feel his cock pulse inside of you and he groans his pleasure long and low into the darkness, “Yesssss!”

· He rocks into you again, “No one fucks like Billy, huh?” He pulls back, his cock nearly slipping from your body entirely, then he slams his hips home again, “No one fucks you full like Billy can! No one! No one! No one!” The phrase becomes a litany, each sentence punctuated with a bruising snap of his hips. “Know why?” He drags his teeth along the edge of your shoulder blade, “Know why?” You can hear the grin in his voice, wide and sharp, “‘Cuz Billy fills you up from both ends!”

· You sob around Billy’s fingers, your eyes rolling back as he pushes them deeper into your mouth. If he keeps on like this, it won’t be long before you fall apart around him—you want to cum so desperately, you can hardly keep another thought in your brain. Your muscles clench up around him and he laughs, giggling to himself as he hooks his chin over your shoulder. He can feel how close you are.

· His tongue slides against the side of your face, leaving a thick, wet stripe across your cheekbone. His lips scratch rough against your jaw, “Pretty pussy’s gonna cum? Gonna cum all over Billy’s fat fucking cock? Yeah?” His simpering tone makes your cheeks burn with embarrassment, but you nod. Another peal of sick laughter bubbles up in his throat, “You’re gonna cum and Billy’s not even trying! So dirty, dirty, dirty!”

· You whine around his fingers as he babbles on, “Billy could fuck you harder, but he doesn’t need to! Stupid, greedy pussy, silly fucking cunt can cum like this!” His teeth sink into your shoulder and the rest of his diatribe is lost to you. Even so, he continues to mumble filth against the skin caught between his teeth.

· The bite stings, bright and sharp, and you sob around him, clenching your jaw, your teeth digging into his fingers. Billy releases you with a hiss, dipping his head into the crook of your neck. You think for a moment you might have hurt him, but in mere seconds, he’s giggling to himself again. “Sharp, sharp teeth! No good. No, no good. Not for Billy’s cock. Gotta tear them out, make room for Billy!”

· Though you know the threat is mostly empty, the way Billy caresses your molars with the pad of his finger makes you a little nervous. You’re sure if he could get a good grip, he could easily ‘make room,’ and there was probably not much you could do to stop him. But he pulls his fingers back, retreating from the crushing press of your back teeth.

· He presses down against your tongue again, rubbing against the slick muscle fondly. “Need to practice! Greedy cunt needs to learn! Learn to suck Billy’s fat cock properly.” He snaps his hips, as though trying to remind you just how fat it really was—as though there was any change you could forget while it was rearranging your guts for you. “Gonna teach you to take it good!”

· Your eyes roll back at the thought. You can picture yourself kneeling under the desk, Billy draped over the chair, wild hair falling over his eyes as you try to take him all the way down to the base. He’d fuck your throat until your vision goes black, his fingers tangled deep in your hair, nails digging into your scalp. Your own fingers slide desperately between your thighs, chasing your release as he chases his own and god what you wouldn’t give to make the fantasy real—to feel the length of him in your mouth, the rough denim of his pants beneath your hands, the jerk and sting against your scalp as he tugs on your hair. Your cheeks hollow around Billy’s fingers, a pretty whine sitting high in the back of your throat.

· And Billy stops—stops moving, stops talking. He hovers above you, silent and still as a statue, barely breathing. A terrible moment of clarity washes over you and the embarrassment comes rolling in. There you were, still stretched out on Billy’s cock, barely moments away from an orgasm and you were already thinking about another? Were you really that desperate? Your cheeks burn hot against the cool wood of the desktop. Shame licks at the pit of your stomach—it wasn’t unlink Billy to think this way, he was always seeking the next shot of pleasure, but it wasn’t like you. As though it wasn’t bad enough to catch yourself thinking that way…for someone else to do it? It was mortifying…and maybe a little exciting too.

· Your stomach flips as Billy shifts behind you, the burgeoning stubble on his jaw scraping across your sensitive skin. Then you feel it, a smile spreading across his face—it’s a grin you’ve come to know well, all teeth and wide enough to make his jaw pop. Even without looking at him, you know you’re fucked.

· All at once, he lurches to life again, fucking his fingers hard into your mouth, in tandem with the harsh thrusts of his hips. A filthy string of gibberish falls from his lips as he pounds into you, “Greedy! Greedy cunt! Want it in your mouth too? Filthy, greedy fucking whore!”

· You whine, and choke, and sob around Billy’s fingers. Your face is wet with sweat, with spit, with tears, you can’t tell and at this point, you’re far beyond the point of caring. The world has narrowed to a single point between your legs as you teeter on the knife’s edge of your release. You rock your hips back against Billy, meeting his thrusts, desperate for more. You’re so, so close, and Billy can feel it too—the way you tighten around him spurring his pace from wild to frantic.

· His voice is broken, his words panted out between jagged breaths and garbled moans, “Gonna be good for Billy? Gonna cum?” His face is buried in the crook of your neck. He giggles against your flesh as he splits you open, slamming into you like it’s the last fuck he’ll ever have. “C’mon, take what Billy gives you! Take it, take it, t—ta—fuuuck!”

· Your hips stutter as your orgasm throbs through you. You scream around his fingers as you cum, your muscles clamping down around Billy so hard he almost has to stop moving, rolling his hips forward quick and shallow. His howl is lost in the sound of blood rushing in your ears, but you can feel it vibrating through his chest, and down into your back. Your fingers scrabble at the wood beneath you, desperate for something to latch onto—to keep you grounded here as the pleasure threatens to carry you away.

· You sob and slump limp against the desk, letting it bear the brunt of your weight. There’s just no strength left in your body anymore. Your hands and feet tingle with the lingering aftershocks of the adrenaline as you begin to come down from your high, and your breath comes hard, as though you’ve run a great distance. Billy’s hips continue to snap against yours, brutal and quick. You sob into his fingers, the as the relentless pleasure sparks through you, nearly painful to your sparking nerves.

· Slowly, as your ears stop ringing, you realize Billy is still talking, babbling away in several voices. “Like your pussy tight like this. Wanna fuck you full while you cum again and again and again and I told you, Jan, I left it in the kitchen! Make you soaked, keep you soaking wet, make you fucking cry! Where is that cat? Where’s that cat? Where’s the…WHERE’S THE BABY, BILLY?! AGNES? WHERE’S AGNES, BILLY?! Beat that kid! Teach him a lesson! BEAT HIM UP GOOD!”

· His left hand shoots up from your arm and wraps around your throat, fingers flexing around your windpipe, not quite squeezing, yet, but the pressure is far from comfortable.

· “T-T-Teach rotten old Billy a lesson.” A spike of fear shoots through you and you choke around his fingers. This seems to bring his mind back, at least in part, to the present, or at least confuse him enough to serve as a distraction—he makes a noise caught between two voices. The fear that courses through you lends new strength to your limbs as you reach up and claw at his fingers.

· As you attempt to pry him lose, his grip only tightens, fingers locking around your windpipe, “Teach that boy a FUCKING lesson!” The knobby joints of his fingers press hard against the pulse in your throat and you’re sure he can feel it hammering beneath your skin. He’s losing himself again, you’re sure.

· But again, this time was different. He hadn’t stopped fucking his cock into you like he had before, and he’d wavered for a moment, when you’d choked on him. There might be something else you could do to help him. Desperate to keep him here with you in the present moment, you flex your tongue against his fingers. His hips stutter and your heart skips a beat in turn. “Filthy fucking c-c-cunt…”

· You bob your head, hollowing your cheeks around his fingers again. C’mon, Billy!

· “F-Fuck!” It’s not quite his voice, but it’s close, perhaps a little higher, a little more strained than usual, but it’s close. “Where’s the baby, Billy? Where’s the…c-c-cat gone to now?” His fingers begin to relax around your throat, but you keep sucking on his fingers, wanting to make sure you’re well and truly out of the woods before you even think about stopping. If this is going to work, you’re going to make damn sure of it.

· “Fucking greedy little cunt!” You could have cried with relief at the sound of his voice—his real voice. You hum around his fingers, and he laughs, the sound low and rumbly, “Still so fucking eager.” His hips buck forward, pressing deep inside of you. It’s still too much, too soon, and you sob with the overstimulation. The sudden spike of pleasure punches the air from your lungs and shakes your legs from underneath you.

· Billy groans as you pulse around him. “You want Billy to cum? Wand Billy to fucking fill you?” You nod frantically, tears pricking the corners of your eyes as he grinds into that spot, filling your vision with white hot splotches of light.

· “Suck his cock, then,” he says, shoving his fingers deeper into your mouth again. He spreads them wide, nearly matching the girth of his cock where it fucks you open. Billy jitters behind you, chasing his release with quick, cruel thrusts. Impatient as always, he pushes digs his nail into the wall of your cheek, “Fucking suck Billy’s cock!”

· You jerk into motion as though startled from a deep sleep, pressing your head down against his fingers to take them as deep as you could. Your tongue laves against the digits, prodding gently against his scarred knuckles, playing in the space between them.

· Billy throws his head back, moaning to the ceiling long and loud, “Yessss! Good little pet! Pretty, pretty pet! His fingers stroke your throat as though he’s petting a cat, feeling it work up and down as you swallow around him. “Gooood pet! Suck Billy’s cock! Suck his cock! Su—NO!”

· Suddenly, he stops, his fingers stilling. For a moment, you think you’ve done something wrong. Had your teeth caught against him? Had you hurt him? Should you pull back and ask, or carry on? Before you can make a decision one way or another, Billy thrusts his fingers back into your throat, pressing them in as deep as he could. His knuckles bump against your back molars as you gag around him, trying desperately to breathe through your nose.

· “Lick Billy’s cunt,” For a moment, you’re still, confusion slicing through the pleasure. Billy tries to press his hand forward, his fingertips brushing against the back of your throat, “Lick it! Lick Billy’s cunt! Lick it! Lick it! Tongue his fffffucking clit!” You think about it for a moment, your exhausted, lust-fogged brain struggling to put two and two together, and then suddenly you think you understand. As gingerly as you can, while Billy continues to rock you forward over the desk, you press your tongue against the soft spot between his knuckles.

· This must have been what he’d wanted because the sound he makes is like nothing you’ve ever heard before—a wail caught somewhere between human and animal. You’ve never heard a human sound like that before. Like so many things about Billy, it’s frightening, and yet it fascinates you, attracts you, arouses you. You press your tongue harder against that spot, and the frantic rocking of his hips picks up again—but this time there’s no rhythm to it. He’s close.

· “Fucking lick Billy’s clit, make him cum! Make him cum in your pretty pussy!” You lap at his flesh with quick, deliberate swipes of your tongue. He howls against your flesh, his forehead thudding against your shoulder heavy and hard. “Fuck, f-f-f-fuck, make Billy fucking cum! Billy’s gonna, he’s-he’s-he’s gonna—!”

· In the moment before he cums everything is calm. He stills, and his voice is soft and steady in your ear; ���I’m going to ruin you.”

· Then the world falls back into chaos.

· His whole body shudders above you, a bag of jangling bones he couldn’t keep control of if his life had depended on it. His teeth fix themselves deep into your shoulder, slotting into the indentations they’d left not long before. You cry out around his fingers, sure he’s drawn blood this time. You can see it when you close your eyes, visions of thick red blood splattered against his dark incisors floating against the dark inside of your eyelids.

· He shudders, momentarily stilling, then kicking back into motion, seemingly unable to deicide if he’d rather pound you through his orgasm or remain still, buried to the hilt in your tight heat. You feel the heat of him inside of you pulsing against your walls as he cums. His cheek is pressed tight against your shoulder gibbering a collection nonsensical sounds and snatches of obscenities into your flesh, “Pretty pink cunt! ah, ahhhh, fuuh—fuuuh—fuck! Dripping now! Where did you leave it? Left it fucking dripping!"

· You’re sore beyond belief from the pounding you’ve taken, but there’s still a throbbing want underneath. He’d dragged you most of the way to a second orgasm, now all you needed was a little push. Before you were completely at is mercy, able only to receive the pleasure he decided to give you. But now, your hands were free and with them you could do as you pleased. You wriggle beneath him, slipping your hands down between your thighs.

· Your fingers find their prize, and you sob, your whole body jerking forward. Even though you’d cum mere moments ago, you can’t believe how sensitive you are. You’re on the verge of orgasm almost immediately. You press harder the slide of your fingers aided both Billy’s cum and your own. You shudder, whimpering around his fingers. Your muscles clamp down on him once again, throbbing and pulsing as your orgasm builds.

· He hooks his finger inside of your cheek and pulls, “Wanna cum again. Wanna cum in your mouth,” He pulls harder exposing the sides of your teeth, “Billy wants to feel them! Feel them on his cock! Sharp and hard.” He laughs, “But Billy likes it hard.” The harsh snap of his hips that follows has you seeing spots. He opens his mouth as though to gloat, as you clench around him, he loses his words. Whimpering, soft and broken sounds against your neck, he grinds into you.

· Seconds later, you clamp down around him, a second orgasm shooting through you. The sound he makes as you cum on his oversensitive cock is nothing short of feral. He bucks wildly into you, seeking more of a pleasure that sounds almost painful as he sobs into your shoulder. His cock pulses inside of you again, throbbing as he fucks his cum deeper inside of you, as though intent on giving you more.

· And you’re sure he would. Or he would have, if you hadn’t reached back and pushed against his shoulder. He was insatiable—he’d keep going for hours unless you stop him now.

· He pulls his fingers out first, a pearly string of saliva connecting your lips to his fingertips. You cough, scratchy and wet, but when you speak, there’s no pain. “I…I just need a little break, Bills. Okay?” Your chest is heaving as you struggle for air. Billy hums above you, hesitating for a moment. He’s reluctant to give up the tight heat of your body. But at last, after nearly a full minute of grumbling and mumbling to himself, he pulls out.

· There's a sticky gush of fluids against your thigh as his cum beings to leak out of you. You rest there for a moment, the pair of you breathing hard in the darkness, the comfortable weight of his body pressing down above you, the solid plane of the desktop below. Then all of a sudden, you’re being lifted up. You squeal in shock as your flipped about and placed atop the desk. The surface is still cool against your heated flesh. The difference in temperature is a shock to your system and goosebumps break out across your arms and legs.

· Before you have a moment to process what’s happening, Billy’s head is between your thighs, his tongue lapping at mess he’d made. Your eyes go wide, and you head knocks against a wall as it falls back, “Fuuuuck, Billy!” Your hips cant up against his face, thighs squeezing tight around his ears.

· “Pretty pussy came twice already,” You can feel him smirking against your inner thigh. “Still wants more? Greedy, greedy, greedy.” You catch a glimpse of his eyes, wide and wild, shining in the darkness beneath is tangled hair, “It’s okay, Billy likes you greedy.”

[i-arch-my-backula]

This is just a trans rant because I don’t have anywhere else to go and a lot of cool trans people are on here. 

Obviously talking about transphobia in this and strong language is used, brief mentions of an ed and toxic relationships

I hate having to tone down my gender identity for cis people. If I explain to them that I’m like more of a genderfluid man who uses he/they/it pronouns they get confused and ask a ton of questions or just judge me for using it/its pronouns. My mutual @the-slasher-madame described gender the best by saying its a sea creature at the bottom of the ocean made of mystery meat that jiggles when you poke it. That’s kind of like gender for me. I know I am 100% not a woman but I prefer more general labels like genderfluid guy because that’s what I am. 

Don’t get me started on how annoyed people get about me not sticking to the gender binary. Other trans people often are like “You’re the reason people are transphobic” like mf you have a single wrinkle in your brain if you think transphobes didn’t exist before it/its and neopronouns. Like why do you care if I use masculine and gender nuteral terms even though I’m afab. I’m literally a 5′4 17 year old who can’t do a push up and is scared of thunder storms and the leper from it, calm your fucking tits I’m not going to murder your family or make you transition. 

Don’t get me fucking started on people constantly sexualizing me for being trans. I think it’s the combination of me being trans, chubby and sometimes being fem that makes people think it’s ok to call me sexual terms even though I clearly state I am a fucking minor. Even if I was an adult it’s not fucking ok to call a stranger a slur I don’t want to say becaus typing it let alone saying it makes me feel gross. I had an interaction with an ex of mine who complained when I told him to stop misgendering me because he “finds it really hot” and “thought I was into it”. Also speaking of exes I have had many exes try to explain to me, a trans person, how gender dysphoria works and how I don’t have it because sometimes I wear a skirt and do makeup and don’t bind 24/7. A lot of my exes have been from the UK which makes me want to hate the region as a whole but Brahms Heelshire and Christian Bales exists (along with other actors I’m forgetting) are from the UK so for now they get a pass. 

People act like because I’m a minor I don’t know I’m actually trans but the moment I become and adult I’m “grooming” kids by talking about being trans. Hrt and other gender affirmations have saved my life. For the first 14 years of my life I thought I was a girl was hell for me. It only got worse as puberty went on. If I could have gone on hormone blockers before I started puberty I would have 100%. I remember being excited for puberty because I always felt like something about me was off so I thought thats what would fix it. 

Also I don’t have to and am not going to debate my basic human rights and happiness with you. I deserve respect as a trans person and I deserve healthcare. On a side note America should step up like most other wealthy nations in the world and make heathcare free. Also I hate the fact the only trans men I really ever see are skinny, masculine and maybe cis passing trans men. Along with gender dysphoria I have body dysmorphia which makes me feel even worse about my body. It crushes me to think about how I’ll never look like other trans men or even cis men because of how big my rib cage is and how my shoulders are never going to be right. How I can’t get rid of stretch marks and I most likely will have to pay out of pocket for facial masculineization surgery. I struggle to lose weight for many reasons which has led to eating disorders and so much fucking guilt. 

I remember being told by an ex that I’ll always be an ugly fat t slur and I often think back to those words. I’ve never felt healthy true romantic love and I feel like I never fucking will because I’ll always be an ugly, fat t slur. Even in friend groups I’m the odd one out, even among other trans people. I have to constantly explain I can’t do this or that because of my bone structure and weight and how I can never feel comfortable wearing anything and most of the time all the “help” or “tips” I get is equivilent to me asking for maple syrup and everyone telling me to go lick a maple tree. 

This kind of explains why my comfort characters are slashers along with Carrie White and Ben Handscome. I can relate to what they deal with and while none of them are trans men (canonnicaly) I can still find comfort in knowing that someone else understands what it’s like. I know this is kind of over sharing and literally no one cares but I just have to vent these feelings somewhere and this is my blog where I can do what I want. 

[nightswithkookmin]

chile i'm so glad i came across your blog, the amount of "i'm not going to assume they're dating" or "we can only draw certain conclusions but i can't say for sure" "we don't know their sexuality, BUT" type blogs i follow is getting kinda wack lmao. while i appreciate their perspective and nuanced takes i need to strike a balance. like let's get a lil delulu every once in a while. 💀

lol the im-not-a-shipper-but-call-jikook-boyfriends-every-other-post blogs are the funniest to me. the shipping hierarchy, so to speak is so weird. maybe just because im not a "shipping real people is bad" person i don't see the big deal. gonna get called delulu anyway, might as well go full out. they is gay/queer and they're fucking. i'm so sorry.

*also can we touch on the fact that shipping in this type of fandom (kpop) is kind of inevitable and unavoidable??! these boys are the other people we see them with day in and day out, interacting with each other and no one else. i feel like it's natural to ship when there's no other people around to break up everything, idk maybe someone can articulate this better than me. and people who are made to feel stupid for thinking that 2 members could actually be dating is so dumb. like is it really out of the realm of possibility that two people (jikook, cause all them other ships are....😬) who spent almost every waking minute together for like 8 years could fall in love. really?

/rant

It's the delulu hat for me

Lmho.

I guess for me being queer, I feel it's gaslighting for these people to be saying things like that. As silly as it is, it inadvertently deny and invalidate the existence and queerness of gay individuals and so I struggle with it.

This is the consequences of straight people in gay people business. They like defining gay parameters for us and it's like who asked you?? I feel people who say things like that are just plain ignorant or tone deaf or willfully homophobic.

I don't think everyone in BTS is gay but it makes me feel safe to see half the community assume them to be and celebrate them in that way. They are not cussing at them and threatening to leave the fandom or cancel them for this assumption and that is huge inspiration to me.

Those parts of the fandom are a safe space to be in as a queer army.

When people assume a person's queer sexuality they are simply admitting to themselves at the very least that LGBTQ EXISTS. This is important to me because I grew up in a community where LGBTQ didn't even exist in the collective consciousness of the people and EVERYONE IS AUTOMATICALLY ASSUMED TO BE STRAIGHT AND EXPECTED TO BE.

People read people's sexuality all the time and have done so since time immemorial and a lot of the time when they have had a sexuality read it's in the lines of straight, cis, rich, poor, superior or inferior. And that is a problem for some of us too because that discrepancy in the assumptions is as a result of homophobia and heteronormativity.

That whole don't assume a person's queer sexuality debacle sounds to me like a boujee way of denormalizing and preventing the normalization of queerness disguised under care, disguised under intelligence and disguised under wokeness. Especially when straightness is the default setting in this giant blue bulb.

We need to radicalize that. We need to change the cis straight default setting and if you are perpetuating this narrative you really aren't helping the situation. SIT DOWN.

I'm rarely assumed to be queer in certain circles and while that makes me feel comfortable within those circles it often times make it hard for me to admit my queerness openly in those circles too because I fear I will lose that comfort and respect and love and privileges that comes with being percieved straight in those spaces.

When I started my blog, I noticed some people assumed I was white and would use certain black descriptors as slurs when describing other people to me. I quickly had to switch the formal way in which I wrote to a much casual tone so my blackness would show through. Don't get it twisted. She black. She blackidy black black.

Then on the other hand, I was hesitant to let my queerness be known too because being black, I was marginalized as it is- you is black, or sound black💀 you know how it is- it's that intersectionality of oppression at play. Double double homicide.

When certain people realized I was black POC minority, their attitude towards me changed. I had those who didn't so much understand what black language is or perhaps wasn't used to being in black spaces and were uncomfortable with my blackness- these would take offense at me saying certain things in certain ways. Like chilee relax Karen, all I said was these motherfukkers gay as shit and they gay. Why you acting like I called them twinks or sommin. Right there, I'm cancelled for calling Jikook motherfuckers. They get sirens and everything😭😭😭😭😭😭

Same vein, I struggle destraightening myself or correcting people who assume I'm straight because I fear they will treat me differently if they knew I wasn't.

Straight privilege exists in the same way as white or even pretty privilege may exist and because these exist there's that automatic conception of queer, poc, ugly, fat disemfranschismet to run along side it.

People treat you differently based on how they perceive you. That's a fact. And for queer people, perceiving us as straight is the only way we get to be treated as human by the masses. And a lot of us embrace that- straight until proven gay am I right 🤣🤣🤣🤣

It's the duper's delight for me. Untill you catch me with a 5'8 melanin skinned silk pressed auntie on my left nipple good luck proving I'm gay.

It can be fun, I akekeke when some people around me are totally oblivious to the fact and even sometimes defend my straightness with their dying breath when nasty friends throw them shades or try to out me unprovoked.

A lot of us don't want to admit we are gay because we don't want to be disenfranchised.

I speak for myself when I say this.

But 'Don't assume someone's sexuality' is a double edged censorship used for and against queer people. It seemly offers protection on the surface of it for queer people but underneath it promotes heteronormativity and standardizes straightness and it is also used to promote closet culture, under the disguise of care and concern for the autonomy of queer people but that is a fallacy because our autonomy has never mattered to anyone since the dawn of homophobia.

And I don't know where this interpretation comes from. Why do people not want to assume queer people's sexuality but it's ok to assume straight people's???

It feels like a hijacked movement to me.

THIS IS THE ACCURATE MOVEMENT AS FAR AS I'M CONCERNED.

Don't assume all people are straight. It's ok to assume some people are queer because queer people exists too.

It is wrong however to assume queerness based on how a person talks, walks, dresses or even on their body type. That is stereotyping. And stereotyping is wrong.

When it comes to Jikook, Jimin is often stereotyped as gay more so than Jungkook because they have different body structures. Jungkook is stereotyped too solely because of the way his wrists hang, or based on moments he's femininity shines through.

But I don't think shippers stereotype Jikook in that way at all. I dont think shippers believe Jikook are dating eachother simply because Jungkook applied setting powder to his face that one time. They assume they are gay only because they believe those two to be dating eachother. That is not stereotyping. If those two were heterosexuals I don't think people will accuse their shippers of stereotyping.

It's one thing to assume Kai is gay because he looks skinny and dances well. It's another to assume he is gay because in a relationship with Gdragon. And if people can't tell the difference between the two, they should get some education and stop talking about things they know nothing about or only know because they stumbled across user69 on Twitter. They are not helping.

Untill people get offended when people assume others are straight, that rhetoric doesn't matter in its inequality. If you ask me, everyone is gay until proven straight.

Yet how many people will take offense at that?

Assuming people can be gay is not delulu.

It's ok to assume people can be gay. It's wrong to stereotype them as gay. If you can't assume they are gay, don't assume they are straight and don't assume at all. Run with this sis.

Wait, they don't ship Jikook but they call Jikook boyfriends???????👀👀👀👀👀

The fake woke syndrome will kill people in this fandom with these mentally confused thought crisis bunch💀💀💀💀

Jikook themselves are shippers💀

Smh

GOLDY