#Bye stupid

[cyberbullyhunters]

the worst I ever got through?

Being called racist, homophobic, fake fan and pedo.

Due to what?

A fanfic I wrote.

I feel people will not care about how traumatic it was.

And people wonder why I deleted all of these.

[cyberbullyhunters]

Hi here^^ (because I am still polite). Remember me? Ff7simp The girl you pretended to be friends with, whom you trashtalked to like 4 people and you made your toxic friend/secret lover/venusoneechan cyberbully me just because you could not admit you lost interest to a fandom? XD As I will leave social networks to focus on real things, I allow myself to comment you one last time. ^^ it is funny how in 2021, I actually loved your art (fanfics, fanarts) and how much I tried to convince you your arts were great and you shall never give up on trying (oh. You will say you did the same to me and you DID I will not deny that. But you decided to get a bad memory and minimise I did too because you wanted to portray me as a toxic mf to your friends lol). Anyway now that I rewatch it, I realize how lame it was. Not the art itself indeed. You have talent. Really. I think you do have. But it is lame because how awful of a person you actually are. I cared for you first and I think you cared for me too and that is why I cannot believe a person who view another as a friend would do things like that. You never apologized and you always denied what you did to me. Yes. If you think I blamed you for not reading my stories well surprise. It was not for that. It was just because in our last hours of friendship you talked about yourself yourself yourself. You pretended there were a glitch who left messages in "Seen" in order to lie about why you did not talk to me when I needed your help. And when I asked your help you were like "oh I draw. Good night". Okay what a good friend you were. And thats not only that. Talking trash about me to people I did not know about our dramas to make yourself look like a stupid victim was sad indeed. Allowing your stupid friend Venusoneechan who I think is a giant troll to attack me and call me a piece of shit was sad indeed. If there is a piece of shit here it is you two. Saying I was the one who cyberbullied you in public and accusing me of things I did not do (telling me I deprived you of sleep and saying I acted like your so called abusive boyfriend lol…wow. i never did that). Anyway I am not sure you were really abused indeed with how much a jerk and how much you play victim here. However you know. I do not get angry at you. I feel pity for you. Apparently venusoneechan is your sole friend. It is sad you have nothing in real life. It is sad you will never finish your stories indeed or other arts. I finished mine. I chose to delete all coz I want to move on with real life. Something I feel you will never get coz you will probably never be happy and coz there is no real friend online. I am sorry. Not about what I did (even if i regret things I could tell you and I wish things would have got better between us) but I am sorry for you. Really. Anyway. Try getting happiness and stop cyberbullying others. Do not answer to me. I will not read. Goodbye.

[briankang]

clark kent sure looks different now

[xxplastic-cubexx]

[right to left]

finally finished This Wip from Ever ago and so now i ask you ever look into another dudes eyes and suddenly want to do whatever he wants

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

Me when I really want to draw fanart for a fandom because it looks so cool, but I haven't the slightest idea about any deeper lore than surface level plot and symbolism

[sakuyuii]

adrien runs? well yes!

also…she’s still getting used to labels (too oblivious to notice his pun), and she may or may have not knew exactly where he would be …

i csnt help but need to say this is cornball sorry anyways i crave season 6

[phynixdotcom]

Hold on, I went through that tag -- people are being fucking deranged. Do not regard the real human man as a person you should be writing x readers for, do not write fanfics about him doing the crime he, AGAIN, HAS NOT BEEN CONVICTED OF, do not compare him to your boyfriend, stop being fucking weird you goddamn cretins. That's a human man. He's not your blorbo, & you're being a fucking creep.

[copia]

GHOST — Chapter 18: What A Fiasco! — 'frater imperator going thru it' reaction image pack

[crispinkiss]

he isn't jealous as much as he's confused really

also please appreciate the mibble

and this gay star

[seokminfilm]

1-800-got-stress | jeon wonwoo

pairing: jeon wonwoo x reader

warnings: non-idol au, college/professor au, slight romance (?), english professor wonwoo x teacher's assistant reader, tiny sprinkles of humor, one-sided crush (?), wonwoo is very dense when it comes to reader's romantic feelings (not really though), reader still loves him anyways, cute ending??

now playing: return of the mack, mack morrison

dedicated to: @k1eev (<3)

"After the lecture, I want you all to come see my assistant before you leave. She has the next module printed out and organized for you all." Wonwoo's deep voice is the next thing you hear once you snap back into reality, and many of the college student's eyes dart away from you as you look around, more than likely aware of how long you've been gaping at the English professor.

Jeon Wonwoo was the person always on your mind now—ever since you started as his teacher's assistant earlier this month, you've always been thinking about him.

He was everything you weren't—calm, professional, disciplined and put-together. He knew what to say and how to say it, and what to do and how to do it—you were ninety-nine percent convinced that there was nothing Wonwoo couldn't do.

Not only was he annoyingly perfect at his job, but he was annoyingly handsome too—he was handsome to a massive amount of people, students and other professors included. He had sharp eyes that seemed to grow even sharper with the perfect amount of tiredness, and hard-edged features that you had memorized now with how much you had stared at him when he worked.

Time went slow as Wonwoo talked, deep voice echoing through the lecture hall as he gave his presentation on the deeper story of Romeo and Juliet, asking his class questions as he gaged their attention span.

You thought about how nervous you would feel under Wonwoo's gaze. Your face just heated up at it, imagining how you wouldn't be able to look him in the face without feeling completely inadequate.

It was already hard for you to look him in the face, and you were his personal assistant.

"Please finish the last essay I assigned at the beginning of the month. Since we're starting a new module this Friday, I want everyone to be on the same page." Wonwoo's voice was monotonous as students started to pack their things, and you placed the stack of module papers on the desk, letting the students grab and go.

The class filtered out slowly, some staying behind to ask Wonwoo questions and garner advice from him. You watched them quietly, straightening the closet as you dipped in and out of their conversations.

You had just heard another professor enter the room, asking Wonwoo to go out with her tonight for a drink, (to which he politely refused), when Wonwoo had addressed you.

"Are you doing alright? You've looked really tired today." Wonwoo's thick, stern eyebrows are flat as he stares at you blankly, and you try to read his sharp eyes for any flicker of emotion for a quick second, giving up as you give him an awkward smile.

"Oh, I'm fine, Mr. Jeon. I'm not even tired—just a bit distracted, that's all." You reassure him, and Wonwoo nods, looking down at his watch as you finish straightening up your desk.

"You should get some rest. It's not good for you to be tired and trying to assist me, is it?" Wonwoo has a faint smile on his lips when he says this, and you try not to blush or melt under his hot gaze against your skin, fiddling with your collar awkwardly as you nod.

"Here, let me help you with those." Wonwoo's voice is directed to the stack of heavy books teetering on the end of your desk. You nod to him gratefully, allowing him to pick them up as you walk to the other side of the room, unlocking the storage closet door.

He held the books without strain, face still as he waited for you to finish putting your share of books down. Wonwoo followed you, cologne wafting in the air and drifting under your nose as he turned off the lights.

"Thank you for today. You did very well." Wonwoo's voice was sweet as he smiled at you, and you returned the gesture stiffly, making your way back to the desk as you grabbed your things.

"Of course, Mr. Jeon. You did well too, I mean—you did well with the lectures and everything. You teach everything in such a fresh way, it's tough for anyone to not be compelled or interested in what you're teaching." You were a sucker for Jeon Wonwoo, and it was starting to show more and more now—how were you supposed to be normal about him?

"It takes a lot to make the lecture engaging and informative, so I'm glad you think that of me. Many students call me the boring teacher." Wonwoo's voice is lighthearted as he finishes straightening up his desk, and you chuckle, mostly at the absurdity of his words.

"You're quite the opposite of a boring teacher, in my opinion. Your stories and explanations are way more animated than the textbooks could be." Were you showering your superior-turned-crush with embellished compliments? Yes. Did you want him to notice?

...Not really.

"You sure do have a lot to think about me, don't you?" Wonwoo's voice is still playful, even if it has a neutralness to it. You blush slightly at his words, earning a smile from Wonwoo as he smiles. "I'm just teasing you. I appreciate everything you say to me."

A slight pink tint to Wonwoo's cheeks brings an even brighter one to yours, and the two of you fall silent, obviously sensing something between you. Wonwoo's eyes rake over your form, and you shyly look up at him, dark brown eyes behind his frame still making you warm inside as you sigh (dreamily and deliriously, as you might add).

You had made Wonwoo—Professor Jeon Wonwoo, the boring, scarily neutral English professor—blush from your compliments. You would be wallowing in your achievement if you weren't also blushing at the moment.

"Well, I, uh—" You stumble over your words, also stumbling over your book as you pick it up from the floor. Wonwoo watches you quietly, glasses sliding down his strong nose bridge slightly as he watches you head towards the door. "I should get going. It's getting late, and I have to be back here early tomorrow."

"I'll walk you to your car." Wonwoo nods, following suit as he slips his jacket over his broad shoulders and picks up his briefcase. His dress shoes hit the wooden floor as he follows after you, and he turns out the light, leaving you two engulfed in darkness for a few seconds as you stumble back, stepping on Wonwoo's foot.

He grunts harshly under you, and you scramble back, lights in the hallway illuminating your embarrassed blush. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry."

Wonwoo just smiles again, smile lines sending butterflies that go straight to your stomach. "No worries. You couldn't see because of me, and I'm sorry." His cologne is so strong and so him you can't think straight, but you do your best to string your words together.

"Well, Mr. Jeon, I'll see you tomorrow," The two of you had just left the building, now by your car as you unlock the door. Wonwoo watches you with sharp eyes, clearing his throat as you turn to him.

"If—If you'd like, we should converse over dinner sometime. Not as coworkers, but as good friends." Wonwoo's sentence brought a rude awakening to your world, and you stood in shocked silence for a second, processing what he said to you as you blinked blankly.

Wonwoo considered you to be a good friend—you would have never told by how unfazed he was by most things, but he considered you to be more than a coworker or partner. He saw you as a friend. A good friend who was asking you to dinner.

"Yeah, we—we should, Mr. Jeon." You agree, and Wonwoo clears his throat, sharp eyes daring away as he adds, "Oh, and you can call me Wonwoo. We're comfortable with each other now, so we can drop the formalities."

Not only were you Wonwoo's good friend, but you were such a good friend you could now call Mr. Jeon by his real name, Wonwoo. Too many green flags were going off in your head, but could Wonwoo sense he was giving you all these green flags? It only made your crush on him worse.

"Well, I'll get going, Wonwoo." Even his name on your lips felt sweet, and Wonwoo nodded, giving you a small wave as he closed your car door.

"Until tomorrow." He smiles softly again, and you melt into your seat, smiling as you nod back. "Until tomorrow."

feedback & reblogs are appreciated! love u lyrnation <3

[justanotherignot]

devnote: Horny.

[fukiana]

DRAGON AGE II (2011) dev. Bioware

[xxplastic-cubexx]

ok i drew both of them now

[v88sy]

Beeeeeeeeeecause believing that two canon queer characters who were actually in a relationship might get back together after they had an open ended and very fixable breakup where they both clearly still wanted to be together, is way more ridiculous than believing one of them will suddenly fall for his aggressively straight best friend after 6 years??

[narikill]

dancin roach gif weeee

[beeduoo]

i really like that one tiktok