#smiley bible is everything

[nick-nellson]

4 MINUTES | 1.04

[stargirlwrites]

Little star sinner ~

-> churchy sub Jungkook x f. Dom reader

-> sinner f. reader and church boy Jungkook

Warnings -> smut - virginity lost- car sex- oral inside church storage closet- pain kink- big b00bs- mommy kink- edging- unprotected sex- riding- whiny koo- edging- scratching- crying during sex- blow job- handjob- nipple play- huge religious topics- its kinda messed up but everything is consent given. - age gap (Jungkook is 6 years older)

• kinda just smut with a bit of fluff at the end <3 •

*the "f." Means female reader btw just in case you're new here !! ~ *

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"Oh my.. no.. its too much p-please oh no" tears escaped Jungkooks eyes as he felt all the pleasure you were providing him, but he still couldn't back away. He just needed to cum inside your mouth, he needed this.

Your knees were definitely bruising from the hard floor of the storage closet inside the church. Your throat pulsing and tongue moving on Jungkooks dick was probably the best thing you've ever felt.

"You almost close baby?" You say as you take a breath of air while stroking his cock. You felt so in control. Well.. maybe because you were in control. You were only 19 yet you had this 25 year old Virgin man wrapped around your finger, how could you not feel powerful.

Jungkook shivered at the feeling of your lip snake bites, smiley, and tongue piercings gliding over his cock while you sucked and slurped all of him.

"M' I'm g-going to-" he couldn't even finished his sentence before you took him out of your mouth. He opened his eyes and looked down at you... smirking. He saw nothing but pure evil.

"N-no. Please I need to...." he couldn't even think of words. You got him so whipped for you. Tears rolling down his cheeks as his thighs shaked.

"Its 1: 57 pm silly. Bible study starts at 2 pm we need to hurry before mommy and daddy starts wondering where their youngest most precious son is doing. You wouldn't want them to know you were about to cum in my mouth in the churchs storage closet now would you?" Your words were pure venom. He couldn't believe you for a second but then he almost remembered he couldn't underestimate the chokehold the devil has around unwell people.

He just nodded and picked up his church slacks, he re did his tie and patted himself down so no flint was on him. He looked at you.. the way you were dressed. He knew the churchs message was to come as you are so you can leave with the lord in your heart but he was convinced not even the highest power can save you.

"__, I uh.. you should try shopping for more church appropriate clothing. Not in a b-bad way of course but.. this is how I get distracted.."

he pointed at you. The black crop top that showed 98% of your breast. The ripped baggy jeans with huge holes that can show your fishnets. Your tattoos on full display and all of your piercings intact on your body. You didn't even wear a bra for crying out loud he and anybody else can clearly see the nipple piercings. Your beat up converse with what looked like devil worshiping symbols written on them with what seems like black and red pen.

"How cute, blaming the way I dress and look for you being a filthy little sinner hmm? Wasn't it you who got a boner by me just removing my jacket? Wasn't it you who touched yourself looking at me as if i didn't notice while wearing a damn rosary inside a church?"

Jungkook was on the verge of crying. He felt disgusted of himself. He feels like evil has taken control over him. Tears forming inside his eyes and chest heaving up and down while you speak.

"Darling don't cry, it's okay to love yourself and make sure you feel good hm? Don't you think Bible study can wait? You wanna become a man instead of ready the same boring book baby?"

Gosh he hated you. He hated himself. Jungkook hated that your words turned him on. Hated that you were such a man eater. He looked at the cross hanging from his neck, he prayed and prayed days and days for god to save him but evil has consumed all his will power. Prayed and begged god to just make him stop touching himself to the thought of you, but he couldn't stop. He needed more, he needed you.

"p-please" was all he said as you smirked and took his hand and led him out the church.

It was like his life flashed before his eyes because next thing he knows he's in your light marijuana smelling car. It wasn't that big but it could fit at least 3 people in the back. You had a blanket in the back seat of your car so at least that was something.

"Are we leaving or.." he looked at you and your pants were already off.

"Of course not silly" you giggled, looking deep into his eyes for a split second. He could've swore he just saw the most beautiful angle and the most seducing demon at the same time.

"Take your clothes off for me kookie" you attached your lips to his as he kissed back, also not hesitating to undress himself for you. He was completely undressed, he tugged his boxers down and revealed his throbbing angry cock leaking with pre cum.

He was so sensitive the smallest bit of friction made him moan into your mouth. He can feel your smirk on his lips, taking your tongue out from his throat you grab his length and tug on it making him whine pretty loudly. What you did next made him cry and roll his eyes back. Gosh his sounds made you even wetter.

You slapped his cock, a drop of pre cum flying off onto Jungkooks cheek.

"You like when I slap your cock around baby? Love it when I make you feel good hmm." Jungkooks mind was going left and right. All he could think of was you, it's like you put a spell on him.

"Please.. I need you so bad. I'll do a-anything just give it to me.. please." He was at full submission and you loved it. He loved it too. He wanted you so had. He needed your pussy around his cock. He needed to be nasty with you.

"Of course baby. You've been so good you deserve it" Jungkook sat down in the middle of the back seat, his legs spreaded apart as his cock was screaming for you. You hovered over his dick, slowly sinking down so your wet pussy lips were sliding on his tip.

"F-fuck! Yes please I need it mommy!" As unexpected as his pleads were it made you wanna ride him like there was no tomorrow.

You sink down on his cock and felt the nice stretch he was giving you. Jungkook didn't know how to react so the first thing he did was full on cry. You looked at his face and saw tears rolling down his cheeks, his cheeks also a pretty pink color. You took his full length inside you didn't move to let him get used to the feeling.

"F-fuck your dick is so big kookie" you can feel his tip deep inside you.

"You feel so good and warm. Feels so good.. oh my.. it's t-ight and warm." Jungkooks dick twitched inside of you as you started to move a bit, basically slightly bouncing up and down.

Soon you guys were both moans and moving in rhythm. He didn't really know what to do his body just instantly trusted upwards inside your warm wet cunt. You grabbed Jungkooks lard hand inside your slim small one , making him spread your puffy pretty pussy lips and placed his index and middle finger on your clit, signaling him to rub you as you rode him.

"Love riding your cock kookie. S-so big, you're doing so good for me baby I'm so so proud of you. Being a good boy just for me. Being a good little star sinner for mommy" His cock hit this one spot inside your pussy that made you squeal. You can feel every vein and every drop of pre cum that was sliding against your tight walls.

Your hands reached to his light brownish nipples and started toying with them. Jungkook didn't know he could receive such pleasure from getting his nipples touched. His sweet moans made you ride him faster as you attach your lips on his nipples making him moan out loudly. Thank god your windows were tinted black if not you and jungkook could've had an exorcism preformed on you guys by the church if they saw this.

"I- I'm gonna cum! Mommy please I c-an't" Jungkooks cock was pulsing inside you cunt, your moans and the way your lips sucked on his nipples were enough to make him bust his load inside you right then and there.

"Hold it baby. " you said, pushing Jungkook down so his body is laying down on the seats. You quickly got on top of him and moved your hips around in a circular motion, then back and forth. Jungkooks eyes rolled back for a second. He literally almost saw heaven. His tip hitting your insides made you scream out his name. Jungkooks large hands groping your huge breast that didn't even fit all the way in his hand making you reach your high.

"Fuck Jungkook! Fuck baby your huge fucking dick gonna make me cum all o-over! You're such a fucking good boy" The praise was amazing, but what was even more amazing was your black painted nails digging in his chest. The pain of your nails digging from his collar bone all the way to his abs. Feeling your nails drag across his chest made him start thrusting up. His thighs shaking in insane pleasure.

"I-im cumming !" Jungkooks cum painted your gummy warm insides, you moaned out loud with the feeling of his hot cum reaching all the way to your womb. You didn't care about protection or the risk of getting impregnated at the moment, all you cared about was this big dummy underneath you. You hoped off his softening dick, the feeling of removing his long thick length from your insides making you groan a bit.

Jungkook was looking up at you with a big smile on his face, looking a little silly but that's alright.

"That was so.. amazing koo" you placed kisses all over his cheeks, neck, nose, and lips. He pulled you in for a big kiss which caught you by surprise. After a couple seconds you both pulled away. You instantly went to get soft clean tissues to clean both of you up. You cleaned yourself up and then put your full attention on Jungkook. Carefully cleaning his abs, thighs, and cock with the tissue. Making sure his soft skin was clean and didn't have any rash. You put on your panties and a shirt on and quickly put pajama pants on Jungkook and a warm shirt since it was a little chilli outside. You looked up at him and saw stars in his big glassy eyes.

"I love you" was all that came out of Jungkooks mouth.

"I.. I love you too, My Little star sinner" you whispered and squished his cheeks making you both giggle cutely

"Let's go to my place, we'll cook and watch movies.. and maybe sin a little more." You winked at him.

And with that.. you drove Jungkook home and ended up falling asleep with his head on your lap and your hand in his fluffy hair as the TV played the care bear movies.

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holy fuck😭.

Hope You Guys Enoyed This!! ♡

[1mlostnow]

Bill cipher and will wood and Lemon demon and tally hall and sour candy and 2000’s emo & scene and those landline phones that were clear and showed all the wiring of the phone and invisible ink and rotting teeth and 4am and color coded scribbled maps and neon smiley face bandaids holding limbs together and grass stains and runs in tights going all the way from the toe to the waist and little beeps in the middle of the forest and little addendums in the margins of pocket sized bibles and neon spike tape holding old shoes together and the sound when someone would drop their whole pencil case and everything would scatter and roll across the floor and the smell of crayons and a dog barking from god knows where

[ramrodd]

Did Jesus Speak Greek?

COMMENTARY:

The issue is, did Jesus speak Latin, The Romans' ran the empire in Latin, The centurions ran their centuries in Latin, The original euangelion from Pilate to Tiberius cited by Tertullian conveying the tidings of joy regarding the Talking Cross. Everything that happens in Mark 15:1 -  16:8  happens in Latin, The autograph of the Gospel of Mark was in Latin up the Roman chain of command,, I can imagine the intelligence agency of the Praetorian Guard set up like the British MI6, as defines John LeCarre's George Smiley, Theophilus is the desk officer for Palestine and that part of Pax Romana, The difference between Pax Romana and the British Empire is Lloyds of London, Lloyds of London is a mechanism of Free Enterprise/anti-Piracy global trade. Warfare is trade between kings, What the Talking Cross represents to me in the context of the Liberation Gospel I took to Vietnam and brought back to the World, but nobody is interested, The Liberation Gospel of Cornelius existed for Cornelius before he encountered Jesus, Cornelius was a God Fearer and had a professional relationship withe Yaweh Queen of Battle I'm a  combat vet, I've fought along side Yaweh, Queen of Battle a couple of times and then I played  rugby until 1995 to recapture the intensity without the blood, Jesus is astonished to discover a Pagan who had the same relationship to Yaweh, Queen of Battle Jesus had. Cornelius is justified by faith on exactly the same terms as Abram in Genesis 15:6, This is the point of the Taling Cross: Elohim the verb designated the Italian Regiment of the Praetorian Guard as the New Wine Skin for the New Wine of  Jesus, This is where N/T/Wright's interpretation of Pauline Theology is exactly correct going back to before the Burning Bush. All the Roman soldiers in the Praetorium with Jesus got the scuttle butt about the Talking Cross from the 16 soldiers and centurion at the tomb who had the vision of the Talking Cross around the time whatever created the Shroud of Turin happened and felt like an earht quake because of the  physics of removing a mass in 35 billionth of  second leaves a vacuum that is intantly filled, exaclty like a  clap of thunder, Underground. It may have caused the swoon the guard mount went to for the vision they shared of the Talking Cross. This has to do with the world governance made possible by Pauline Theology, in the way N.T.. Wright understands it. In terms of moral philosophy such as displayed int Adam Smith's Wealth of Nations,, the narrative of the Bible is the epistemological bridge than has been created between the social organization required to build the Pyramids to the metaphysics of Apollo 11, Jesus was trying to bring His Disciples up to speed with the same process theology Cornelius exercised in his role in Latin, The Talking Cross is an endorsement of the Roman Republic as a subordinate element to the larger commonwealth of the Empire. The centurions are the difference between the Real Warfare of everybody else in the Mediterranian and the Roman legions, which are instruments of the state in the True warfare of Clausewitz. The military tradition represented by Cornelius runs straight as a laser to the Command Sergeant Major of the Army, Humanity is suppose to colonize Marx, going bac to the Persians and the Magi of the Bible. The Bible doesn't need to be defended> It needs to be experienced through the Liberation  Gospel, where Salvation is bought an paid for and everyday advancing the Great Commission is another day in Paradise. Eschatology falls into the category of let the dead bury the dead, the same psychological dead end as the Egyptian focus on the after=life.   The issue is, could Jesus speak in Latin? Or were the Roman soldiers fully immersed in Aramaic? Was the linguistic register of the Roman soldier superior to Jesus? The connection of Jesus to Josephus is the feeding of the 5000.   Jesus transforms a lynch mob into a Galilee Militia the size and organization of a Roman legion, This militia participated in the destruction of the 12th Legion in 66 that set off the Jewish Wars and is the military organization Josephus sacrifices for his own ambitions. Or as a servant of the Holy Spirit.

[sims-inmymouth]

Delilah Five - Ep. Five

Jan 16, 20XX

My friends were able to cheer me up, but only a bit. It’s natural, I think. These things take time—that’s what Hossannah told me. When I first woke up, I went downstairs and went to eat breakfast. Hossannah was downstairs and led me outside to talk.

I told Hossannah what happened. She sat and she listened to everything I’ve had to say. She’s killed zombies before, but never before when they were a person first. I worded that poorly. When she SAW they were a person first. She seemed a bit twitchy, I hope I didn’t upset her with my story…

I needed to milk the cows and clean out their pens. Hosannah offered to do it for me, but I said I wanted to do it on my own. A mistake if you ask me--Gilead spooked and knocked the milk EVERYWHERE. I was soaking and smelled like sour milk. I gave the bottles I could scrounge up (six) to Hossannah to pasteurize while I showered.

I spent most of the afternoon tucked away in the fruit trees. Theodora told me a while ago that snow was bound to come soon, and the fruit would die with it. I thought of picking fruit but decided against it. I grabbed a few apples for myself, ate in the branches, and that was it.

I still don't know how to feel about the zombie situation. It makes me sick to think about, but it was either them or me. I wonder how Tamah feels about killing zombies. She's still away scavenging supplies as I write this. I hope she's safe.

Hossannah made roast chicken for dinner. We don't have chickens anymore, so I didn't know where the meat came from. I guess she must've gone off farm grounds and killed a wild one. She also baked cookies. As we ate, I started to notice that Theodora hadn't been here in a while. All day, in fact. She really likes cookies (REALLY likes cookies. Once, she fought Tamah over the last one, and it ended in minor bloodshed), so I was surprised to see her gone. It was another hour before she had shown up. She looked really smiley, and so did Hossannah.

They gave me gifts. Gifts! The first presents I've gotten since the whole apocalypse started. (Well, besides the home and shelter and food. You know what I mean). Hossannah gave me a set of markers! I didn't even know they still made those! Well, that's misleading, they aren't new at all. Hossannah told me they were hers and she used them to mark up her Bible, but she didn't need it anymore since the book was all marked up. I never took her for religious, but I guess the apocalypse does things to people. I've got a whole bunch of new colors, lemme try. We've got PINK and RED and BLUE and a couple nice GREENS. All I use to write these entries is a shitty black crayon. These entries are about to get a lot nicer!

Theodora gave me a small blue radio and an explanation for her absence; she spent all day fixing up the radio for me. It's got the weather/zombie station, a few radio stations from way far away, and best of all. There's a troupe of performers and actors super far away from here, and they record their performances and put them through the radio. The lines are crackly and give out a lot, but just being able to listen to something like that feels amazing. I tuned in and they were playing A Streetcar Named Desire. Never heard of it before, but I liked it!

I ended the evening stargazing with Theo and Hossannah by my side. I think that was my favorite part of the day. I felt a lot better with them by my side. Things will get better, I think. I hope.

I drew myself with the new markers! I think it looks great, doesn't it?

Yours,

Ruth Givens

[kmp78]

Or at the very least very LOGICAL AND LIKELY SCENARIOS based on real life observations and whatnot? 🤔

And this still doesn’t make you know why they broke up and who was the initiator. You don’t know if Val actually loves Dim or just marries him because of offense and desperation. Insta stories and smiley pics don’t say anything. Insta is fake af and it’s not only about Valery. You can strongly assume things but sorry, you cannot put your hand on a Bible and swear that everything was exactly like you say. You don’t live in their bedrooms and brains.

I guess you've never used logic in your life. 🤷🏼‍♀️

Try it sometime. 🙌

[writingwithfolklore]

Funny Film Terms

                One of the funniest (and most annoying) things about the film world is that the industry has nicknamed everything. I’m talking from tennis balls to lights to stands, almost everything has its own film industry nickname, and some of them are kind of a lot of fun.

                So I’ve put together a list of my favourite terms to help you develop your film language for writing (or even just impress some people at a party).

A

Apple Box – A small box used to raise stands, tripods, or other equipment up a few inches. There’s the apple (full size), half apple (half the size of the full), quarter apple (quarter the size of the full), and a pancake which is the smallest. Usually there’s a ton of these on set, because we use them for just about everything. I’ve been on a set that’s made a bed out of apple boxes and a few blankets.

B

Baby – There’s a baby light, which is the smallest Fresnel light at 1000 watts, or a baby stand which is a small stand, and lastly the baby plate which is a small plate that can be screwed into walls, floors, ceilings, to mount lights and other equipment. We saw small equipment and immediately went “a baby!!” I guess.

Back lot – Essentially a fake street or set, typically in a studio where scenes can be filmed that still look real but the crew has more control over what it looks like than if they filmed on location. Typically everything found on a back lot (from trees, to streetlamps, to storefronts, to doors) is all fake. Not joking. Even a cinderblock on the ground is made out of foam. The more you know!

Banana – This one is a funny thing to hear on set. It’s essentially an actor movement where they’re walking in a curved line (to hide how small a space is or get around a hidden piece of equipment) but to the camera it looks like they’re walking straight. It’s a good way to get them to where they need to be without revealing the truth of the set.

Bible – A document that includes basically everything you need to know about characters, story arcs, plots, and any other key elements in a show so the writers, producers, and directors can refer to it during shooting—especially important given most shows don’t keep the same directors/writers throughout, and there’s a new director per episode, so keeping everything consistent is made much easier using a bible.

Biz – I don’t know anyone who actually uses this term for the “movie business” but we learned it. Typically people just call it “the industry” which is appropriately ominous.

Bogie – Essentially something in the shot that’s not meant to be. Usually a pedestrian or a vehicle that’s accidentally wandered onto a set.

C

C-47 – Literally just a clothespin

Circus – The area where trucks, trailers, tents, etc. are set up during filming.

D

Dead Cat – The fuzzy/foam thing that goes over the mic is actually (and I’m not kidding) called a dead cat. I’m not sure why, but essentially it just lessens wind noise and improves sound quality when recording actors. Oh, and the small version? That’s called a dead kitten.

H

Horse Opera: Old term for a western movie.

Q

Quacker Clamp – A type of clamp that looks a bit like a duck’s bill. Used for holding onto something thicker like a ledge/counter/pipe.

S

Smiley’s - Stands that hold light or other equipment often have long arms—when the arm sticks out at a level humans could walk into, we put tennis balls on the ends to protect eyes and skin and such. These tennis balls are called Smiley’s because they have a hole cut into them that looks like a smile.

W

Walla – Crowd background noise that’s quiet and you can’t really make out any words. Called ‘walla’ because that’s sort of what it sounds like, just a bunch of people quietly going, “walla walla walla walla…”

                There’s so, so much more I wish I could share it all with you guys but this post would literally be like 5000+ words long so I have to call it here. Any terms surprise you, or do you know of any notable ones that I missed? Let me know!

[countingthesteps]

So glad that Porsche seems to have awoken from his fantasy romance with Kinn. I get being starved for deep connections but this was ridiculous. Right at the start he should have seen the red flags. You may argue that Kinn is just a pawn in his father’s plans but gosh it’s infuriating. Hope Porsche stays awake for the last episode. The oxymoron of him trusting Vegas of all people, when he can’t trust the main family (duh) isn’t lost on me but it makes so much sense. Who else could be more willing to dig up all the wrongdoings of the family and shame them?

This is probably an unpopular opinion but I don’t like how Mile plays Kinn. He’s good at mad and broody, good at horny, but he’s so cringe when he plays lovey dovey smiley Kinn. I just have to roll my eyes. Guess it’s just out of character and not Mile’s fault, but he pays for other people’s mistakes I guess.

My love of everything VegasPete has reached new highs. Bible and Build just gave it all to their roles and it shows. There is so much emotion and sharp feelings in their scenes. I loved how Vegas is so broken that he just goes back and forth from psycho to domestic and back to violent crazy person to desperate. And Pete is so real when he’s caught in between his new born feelings for Vegas and his loyalty to the main family. It must be scary to be so divided and helpless. And when he’s finally free and back where he belongs (or so he thinks) he needs to hide the conflict going on inside him.

I loved that they gave us the moment Pete’s mask falls. When he is alone and he looks for his connection to Vegas on his body: the hand he kissed, the wrists he tied, the neck he held. That’s an amazing shot and played masterfully by Build. And the parallel emotions on Vegas’ side. The uneaten food he made for Pete, that room where they shared so much.

And the scene at the club was just the cherry on top for me. The way Vegas grabbed the gun and pushed it against his chest asking Pete why he wasn’t shooting. And the hug, the ugly crying 😭 i don’t have the words for that moment…

Lastly, for what it’s worth… I get Kim. I totally understand him and the way he behaved, though it broke Chay’s heart and his own. He knows what kind of family he has and was trying to protect Chay the only way he knows how: creating distance. I’m sorry people kind of hate him for that.

[tendous-socks]

TOKYO REVENGERS HEADCANONS OF ME BEING NON BINARY / REACTING TO SOMEONE BEING NON BINARY

tw: ⚠️⚠️kisaki⚠️⚠️ and manga spoilers, mentions of death, transphobia,

would misgender and dead-name me

1.kisaki.

must i need an explanation?😐

2. shion

“ what’re you gonna do about it?? HUH?? WHAT’RE YOU GONNA DO ABOUT IT ???”

actively looks for a fight

… if y’all are in a relationship he’d still call you his “girl” but beats people up for doing so….

3. mucho

i get the vibes that he’s traditional

would silently stare in judgment

4. mochi

he just doesn’t care clslfkxkslk

thinks it’s weird

“ nor/mal”

7. rindou..

“you either have a pen or a vag. “

8.ran

“interesting”

*continues dead naming me*

9. KOKO

he would be nicer about it when he’s in toman due to inui… but once they’re separated- an ABSOLUTE MEANCE

… reluctantly apart of the protection squad with inui ( enjoys beating people up tho)

10. bontent mikey

… he’s just so tired and doesn’t really care ) that is if you’re not close with him… but then again how close can you really get?)

11. ) PAH CHIN

AND ONLY BECAUSE HE WAS IGNORANT AND HIS FATHER DIDN BELIEVE IN THAT STUFF AND HE DIDNT KNOW BUT THEN ( if y’all are close ) HE’D FEEL BAD AND AFTER YOU EXPLAINED IT TO HIM HE TOLD PEH CHIN TOO AND WERE SURPRISINGLY SUPPORTIVE

but if y’all ain’t close he would slowly get the hint… this is canon.

because i said so-

11. sanzu…

he’s quietly judging you

EDIT

SOMEONE SAID SANZU WOULD USE ANY PRONOUNS AND I REALLY LIKE THAT HC-

SO SANZU WOULD PROBABLY JUST ‘ SILENTLY JUDGE YOU’ SO OTHERS DONT CATCH ON MHMHM

12. akashi

traditional- plus it was a different era for him growing up so…

(would glare at someone if he really did see you getting emotionally distressed)

13. smiley

“ that’s one of the most stupidest shit ive ever fucking heard 😁”

.🙁

“ you either have tits or a dick “

.☹️

but would beat people up if you get SUPER upset ( call it his protect instincts with angry, but would send people to the hospital)

14. taiju

“ i wanna church girl who goes to church and reads her bible “

would spit at me

- WHO WOULD BEAT SOMEONE UP FOR DEAD-NAMING / MISGENDERING

1. PAH CHIN AND PEH YAN

THEYRE ABSOLUTE MENACES TO SOCIETY IF SOMEONE CALLS YOU A GIRL / BOY

head canon : during tenjiku you were there and had to adjust your transtape cause it was coming lose 🙄

which is literally the most annoying thing in the world-

and shion saw you.

he came up and was like “ HUH WHAT’VE WE GOT HERE?? A GIRL PRETENDING TO BE A G-“

couldn’t even finish his sentence with how fast peh chin clocked his ass 🤭

( peh yan supremacy)

2. my main man takemichy

no explanation needed ( maybe deadnamed you only once cause he didn’t know)

3. inui cause i said so

5. BAJI BAJI

BAJI WOULD ALMOST KILL A DUDE FOR CALLING YOU YOUR DEAD NAME

i KNOW mama baji raised him right ✋🙄

almost clocked chifuyu when you told him about your first encounter kcksldofospdoco

almost clocked your mom when she said “you got it girlfriend”

she was confused when she saw you desperately trying to prevent the next criminal minds episode

best listener for body dystrophia fight me 🙉❤️

6. senju

*comes out*

“..oh okay! anyways as i was saying [preferred name] “

would need some gentle reminders only once or twice cause i will say it does take a bit of time for people to get used to it and there are always a few slip ups

tells akashi about your pronouns ( ONLY WITH YOUR CONSENT OFC)

( promises to try and be more girly if he calls you by them and your preferred name)

she wants you to go into more details about what you’re feeling cause she’s genuinely very interested about everything and she wants to know more about you.

7. emma 😻 vv supportive 🙌🙌

*sicks mikey and draken out on anyone who hurts your feelings

“you know [blah blah blah] from history?”

“of course yeah “

“yeah he ended up calling me slur during class- what’re you doing?”

*emma pulling out her phone

“hm? oh nothing don’t worry about it”

gave more insight about it to draken and mikey

8. HINA

YALL SAW HOW SHE SLAPPED MIKEY-

THIS GIRL WOULD D R A G A BITCH BY THEIR HAIR IF SHE SAW THEM BULLYING YOU

the one of correct takemichy

9. yuzuha

hina but 10x worse

trips transphobes for shit and giggles 🤪🤞

i like to think that the girls (all 4) would just all stare down a girl who was shit talking you and just pick her apart mercilessly ( a little ooc but this is my head canons so they can be whatever i say they are)

ones idk about

1. mikey

he knows that you can handle yourself so he lets you correct people.

or

sometimes he’ll jump in and correct them instead for one of two reasons.

1. he felt like it

2. they kept calling you your dead name and misgendering you EVEN THOUGH you already corrected them

but if the person ACTIVELY does that and says some… not so fruity things. he’ll send em to the hospital and end up on life support 😌☝️

like dom tertto, he cares about his family. and toman is his family, and you’re in toman ( not THAT kind of y/n way 🙄 )

“ BE WHO YOU AREE🌈🌈🌈🌈🤪🤞🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈”

1. draken

… listen… idk why, but i just don’t SEE him beating people up for misgendering me… well okay i kinda see it,

but he’d be like, “ i don’t understand what you’re going through, but i support you and if you want to talk about it i’m here”

wants to try and understand so like i said before, he lets you rant about what you’re feeling

would let you handle your own battles cause your strong enough to

a true king 😎🙌

does in fact throw punches when it gets REALLY BAD

2. angry

… idk h o w empathic he is and how mad he’d have to be on your behalf when people actively kept misgendering you to become the blue ogre.

but he’d just start crying at the confrontation.. 😐

my hero ig 🤥

3. izana

“ that’s fucking stupid”

*beats up middle aged woman who said for you to “ have a good day ma’am”

but if y’all close he’ll only say it’s stupid once when he sees you genuinely upset and ignoring him

“ be who you are.. 🌈”

4. kaku

same boat as izana, A LOT less judgmental

5. mitsuya

won’t hesitate to send a bitch flying

actively corrects people

( teaches luna and mana about your pronouns for the next time you come over 🕺🏻)

TAKES YOU SHOPPING FOR CLOTHES

6. haitani brothers

*actively bullies you

*bullies kid into the grave for looking at your chest area

7. …hakkai

he accidentally slipped up once🤒

WHEN I SAY THIS MANS FACE WENT PALE- HE DIDNT TALK TO YOU FOR A W E E K MINIUM CAUSE HE FELT SO BAD

YOU KEPT TELLING HIM THAT ITS FINE-

BUT HE FELT AWFUL

( has nightmares about it)

8. chifuyu would only do it in his mohawk era cause he wanted to seem metal and impress da boys 🥶🥶☝️☝️

pulled you aside at the end of the day to apologize

( like i said before, baji almost clocked him when you told him about your first encounter )

who am i kidding they’re all in gangs, they’d probably kill someone if they hurt you cospwpfoslief

——————

IF YALL GOT ANYMORE IDEAS LMK CAUSE IM INVESTED IN YHIS AND WANNA HEAR WHAT YALL THINK

[griffintail]

14 Months

Summary: This is a part 2 to The Bolt.

Pairings: Technoblade x GN! Reader

Warnings: Mentions of death, Blood, Mild Violence, Implied Torture, Talks of Resurrections, Angst

A/N: I don’t know man, I don’t think you guys really wanted a part 2-- 

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        Phil was cleaning up when Techno came back into the house.

        “That was quick,” Phil muttered, then frowned when Techno started picking up his gear. “What are you doing?”

        “I’m going to pay a visit to an old friend,” Techno told him, before leaving the house once more.

        Phil tried to stop him, worried about what he meant but Techno was on Carl in a flash then he was gone.

        …

        Techno looked behind him as the lava fell, Dream standing up from his spot on the floor in surprise.

        “Techno, what do I owe the honor?” Dream asked.

        Techno looked over at the man, seeing he was still allowed to keep his mask it seems.

        “I heard you had a book that could bring back the dead.” Techno cut to the chase.

        Dream smirked. “You have? Now, where did you hear those rumors?”

        Dream knew about Techno losing his partner. He had seen it before he had set the TNT off above L’Manberg. He had wanted Techno’s grief to sink in though and come to him. That would just simply mean, Techno owed him another favor if he wanted them back.

        “Do you, or do you not, have something that can do that?” Techno gave a small growl, having no patience for Dream’s games.

        “I did.” Dream shrugged. “But I burned it.”

        Techno came forward and took Dream by the scruff his shirt, pinning him to the prison wall.

        “You did what!” Techno barked.

        “Hey! Hey!” Dream held up his hands as he laughed. “I didn’t say I didn’t memorize it before I burned it. It’s all up here.” He pointed at his head.

        “You’re nuts.” Techno snarled, letting go of the masked man. “Tell me how to do it.”

        “That’s not how this works.” Dream tutted. “You already owe me a favor Techno! Now, I’m looking to cash that one out with you…helping see the light.” He grinned wickedly behind his mask as Techno’s face stayed neutral. “But, of course, if you want my knowledge, that will mean another favor.”

        Techno now gave a snort and Dream frowned at the sound.

        “No.” Techno shook his head as he turned from the smiley masked face, running his hand along the walls. “You’re stuck. Can’t dig your own way out. No one can blow it up to simply get you. You have no power inside here Dream. So, I’ll have you find.” Techno turned his head to look at Dream, smirking as he glared at the man. “I have the power in this situation. So, you’re going to tell me everything before I even consider giving you my favor.”

        “You have nothing Techno. I’m the one you owe a favor to. You—”

        Techno was quick and Dream gave a yelp as he stumbled back in surprise, his mask cracked, a few splintered ends stabbing into the sides of his face as Techno’s knuckles were red from where he had punched the mask of the man.

        “The hell!” Dream shouted. “You’re not going to get anything out of me like that.”

        “No, I think I will. I’ve taken done hundreds of men and many nations all on my own before and one way or another. They bow to the Blood God.” Techno spread his hands, grinning.

        The voices chanted for blood at the words of his speech.

        “So, Dream. Will you bow or will I have to make you bow?”

        Dream clenched his jaw behind his mask. He needed to keep his pieces in this game.

        “Try me.” Dream challenged, standing in defense.

        “Blood for the Blood God then.” Techno grin turned wicked.

        …

        Sam stood up straight when he saw Techno mildly decorated in blood, several patches of the blood not connected to the few injuries he had.

        “What did…” Sam started, slightly furious.

        Techno had promised he was just going to talk to Dream.

        “We just had a nice chat. Don’t worry, I left him breathing.” Techno said in his monotone voice. “Lead the way out Sam.”

        “I can’t let you back into the prison after this Techno.”

        “I don’t need to come back. I have everything I need.” Techno said, the voices repeating Dream’s knowledge like a bible…

        …

        It was the dead of night when Techno got home, Phil passed out on a chest next to the window, having been waiting as long as he could for Techno. Techno didn’t wake the older man up though; instead, he grabbed a book and quickly wrote down what the voices had none stopped been chanting just so he could remember. Once it was all written down, the voices turned into a new chant.

        (Y/N)! (Y/N)! (Y/N)!

        He went outside quickly, reading the words over in his head before saying them out loud as he did the ritual. Thunder cracked with no storm as the wind picked up in the area around him as the snow was kicked up. Phil’s crows felt the crackle of power in the air and started cawing loudly, startling Phil awake as Techno finished the ritual.

        Techno looked around as Phil looked out the window and scrambled up to meet his friend outside. Techno snarled as he snapped the book shut. It didn’t work! He’d break that smiley-faced bastard out, only to get the information he wanted!

        “Techno! Mate! Where were you? Is that blood?!” Phil panicked as he came over.

        Techno’s breathing picked up as he had been so hopeful it would work! (Y/N) would have come back…He’d be able to hold them again…

        Then both Phil and Techno jumped as they heard a scream from Techno’s house. Techno’s breathing stopped before he sprinted inside.

        “(Y/N)!” He shouted.

        “T-Techno!” He heard a sob.

        He booked it up the ladder as Phil was standing wide-eyed at the door. Upstairs, (Y/N) clutched their chest as they sobbed looking around the familiar room. Techno ran to their side and hugged them tightly.

        “Shh, shh, it’s alright. You’re home.” He whispered. “You’re home.”

        “I-I-I-Was I really dead?” They held onto him tightly, trying to ground themselves.

        Techno gripped onto them tighter as he didn’t speak, the answer clear enough for (Y/N).

        “Oh god…I was dead for…For over a year…Holy—” They looked up at Techno. “W-Wilbur was there, a-and Schlatt and I-I there—I can’t.”

        Techno looked at them shocked as they spoke before trying to get them to focus.

        “Hey, hey. Look at me. You’re here. You’re ok.” He whispered to them, holding their face lightly. “I won’t let it happen again.”

        Their breathing slowed as they focused on Techno, tears running down both their faces, happy they were back as Phil stared in shock from his spot on the ladder.

        Techno didn’t know where they got a year from, they had only been gone two weeks and four days, but he didn’t care. All he knew, was it wasn’t going to happen again and he had (Y/N) back.

Tags: @sylum @zefrenchturtle @nevermore-forevermore 

[xpeachesncream]

please could you make taehyung jealous for the next perfectly wrong drabbles? 👉👈

perfectly wrong | drabble [3]: if it’s one thing taehyung truly has a love-hate relationship with, it’s the fact that you have such a sweet, kind and warm demeanor towards everything and everyone.

word count: 1.8k

warnings: pretty fluffy, implied sexual content, cussing, tae is petty but also pouty

notes: feel free to send requests like this to my inbox and i will get to them! it may not be right away but i promise i’ll take a look. it can be for anyone in the perfectly wrong series. same thing goes for off the grid. however, please note that there are certain things i won’t write about - extreme mental/physical/verbal abuse (we’re all about fun, lighthearted pettiness here and nothing serious), threesomes, orgies, any extreme, intense smut because i’m still not used to writing smut like that. basically anything that you might be uncomfortable with or wouldn’t do in real life, i most likely will feel uncomfortable too and will not write about it! pls keep that in mind, thank you! love you all tons! 💗

Taehyung will not hesitate to let people know that he's your man and your man only. You thought he might have learned from the entire Jungkook situation, in which in a sense he has; he no longer acts weird about how close you and Jungkook are, but that doesn't mean he doesn't get jealous outside of that bubble.

He was the campus fuckboy, after all. He knows the capabilities of the boys here. He knows the intentions of the majority. He's familiar with the stupid little games boys play. If anything, he helped play a role in the stupidity of many boys on campus. He was a champion, the walking fuckboy 101 bible - they wanted to be Taehyung and they did everything to follow his ways.

So, when he's ordering coffee and sees a guy trying to lay his sweetness on you, getting all googly-eyed and licking his lips like you're his last meal on Earth, he doesn't like it one bit because he knows that look. He's been there before, especially with you. It doesn't help that you're super approachable, welcoming anything and anyone into your arms like you're some kind of saint.

The anonymous dude [Taehyung can't tell from afar] apparently cracks a joke, because you're entertaining it and playfully shoving him aside. You're beaming from ear to ear, tears almost streaming down from whatever joke he's telling you.

You hadn't laughed like that with him in awhile, nor has he seen you smile so big like that. Obviously, it's the jealousy talking. You loved Taehyung more than anything, and he was the only one who could make you feel the way that you do.

"The fuck?" He mumbles to himself.

"Here's your coffee, Tae." The barista says softly behind the counter, her gaze going between him and the scene. He can't keep his eyes off of this interaction, praying to the heavenly being above that the boy will get the hint and leave before Taehyung can get there. But he doesn't. He continues to crack jokes or whatever the hell he's doing to make you laugh the way that you're laughing. You rest your chin on your palm as you look at the dude in front of you, head tilted, looking all cute and shit and you don't even know it. Tae's eyes widen when he sees you place a hand on his shoulder and give it a gentle squeeze.

"T-thanks, could you actually just toss it in a to go cup, please? I think we're gonna head out instead." He dug his hands in his pockets as he keeps watch, the barista silently doing as asked. Taehyung quickly grabs the coffee and heads out to where you're seated, the dude still all up on his woman like he had been waiting for the right opportunity to pounce on her ass all day.

"Wow, are you serious? Christian that's hilarious, I'm sorry. Maybe you should have gone for that installment instead. Either way, I think it'll look amazing. It'll look so good when you finish it." He hears you reassuring ol' dude. You look up to see Taehyung slowly approaching, his forehead furrowed like some kind of angry, old man waiting for kids to get off of his porch. Curls all defined and fluffy, he didn't look intimidating to you one bit - but Christian squirms in his seat, finally catching the hint that Taehyung was not happy about him sitting that close to you with his arm brushing up against yours. Taehyung's eyes were piercing right through him, colored lenses intensifying the look.

"S-sorry, I was about to—"

"No, please stay. Let's all gather around and talk about each other's day." Taehyung sarcastically scrunches his nose and does a shimmy to show that he's actually not fucking playing right now and Christian better know what's good for him.

"I was just asking her for some advice on art class." He stands to nervously dust himself off. Now, if it's one thing you know too well, it's how petty Taehyung gets when he's jealous. You quietly sit there, a little hot and bothered with how Taehyung is acting, but you also want to laugh at how people really find Taehyung so intimidating. If you all only knew how much of a baby bear he was behind closed doors.

"Cute. You do know the fucking art room is two steps behind you, right? You know, where the professor usually is at." He steps forward, jaw slightly clenching.

"Look man, I really didn't mean any harm." Taehyung nods. "I was just about to leave."

"Don't forget to pick up your googly eyes from the floor." Taehyung shoots him a finger gun and clicks his teeth. "Wouldn't wanna misplace those for the next time you try and use them on my girlfriend again." Christian leaves without saying anything else, causing you to snort.

"What was that about?" You chuckle.

"Let's go." He sternly says, handing you the cup of coffee.

"I thought we were gonna sit and drink this here?"

"Or we can just sit and drink this at home." You hurriedly get up to follow him as he starts walking towards the car.

"Are you really that upset?"

"Are you really that upset?" He mocks your tone as he continues to walk to the car.

"Real mature, Kim Taehyung." He looks over his shoulder to glance at you with those eyes before looking back at the car. He silently opens the door for you, avoiding all contact. You silently giggle to yourself because even though he could get annoyingly petty like this, he still found ways to be a gentleman and cater to you. You watch as he plops into the driver's seat, sipping his coffee as he stares out at the campus. "Tae, what are we doing?"

"You wanted to sit and drink this here, right?"

"You're annoying." You roll your eyes and sit back. Was he really doing this right now? Taking your ass to the car to enjoy your coffee, away from people?

"Says the one who was all it'll look so good when you finish it. Ouuuu, either way it'll look amazing." He mocks your tone. "If anything, you're the annoying one, acting all cute when you know these dudes have it out for you. Since when do you shower people with compliments like that? I thought I was the only one."

"No, they don't, Christian is just a good friend from class and I was just trying to help give him some solid advice."

"Oh, so he's a good friend now?" He raises his eyebrow. "Jungkookie is a good friend. Hoseok is a good friend. Yoongi is a good friend." He counts on his hand, showing you the three fingers he has up. "Where's Christian at? I don't see him on that list. Christian is not a good friend." He puts his hand out as if he's waiting for your response. "Wooooow, it's quiet, no back talk, ey?" You put his hand down. Did I tell you he was also a comedian at best?

"Babe, stop." You pout, but he shakes his head. "Why are you acting so jealous right now?"

"Cause! The way you were all smiley and laughing with him. Praising him. Playfully pushing him and shit. You barely do that with me."

"You have got to be kidding. I've done that with you time and time again, I barely spend time with anyone else but you. You always make me laugh and you always make me smile, much more than anyone else."

"A-and you were like squeezing his shoulder so sweetly. You had this soft touch when it came to him even though he was looking at you like he was thinking some foul shit. You just— You just give it so easily."

"Baby." You chuckle. "Okay, that's just way too far."

"I know it all too well. I know a boy's brain like the back of my hand. So yeah, we're enjoying this coffee in here whether you like it or not." He furrows his eyebrows. You give him a moment to calm down before you reach over and caress his cheek. He welcomes your touch and you can instantly feel him relaxing as you continue to touch him gently.

"You're too cute."

"No." He pouts.

"Taehyung, you know I love you. And you know you're the only one who can make me feel all sorts of ways - one being happy and incredibly giddy from your lame jokes."

"They're not lame."

"They're lame." You joke as you scrunch your nose. "But that's what makes them unique to you. I wouldn't have it any other way. And on top of that, you know I can never stop smiling around you no matter the circumstance. Like now." You smile at him because honestly, he was being too fucking cute and you wanted nothing but to cuddle him at home. He had such a jealous side to him that little things ticked him off, but you knew he cared and just wanted you to himself. You couldn't help but feel the same, hence the girl at the mall being all flirty with him.

"Honestly, you're gonna be the death of me." He looks at you, his cheek falling deeper into your touch while you giggle. "Seriously, it's not funny. You had me experiencing heart palpitations when you touched him like that, it's not a joke."

"Relax." You chuckle. "You're dramatic."

"You wanna talk dramatic?" He looks at you. "She got all flirty with you when she walked off and you didn't even say anything!"

"Okay, I get it!"

"Mhm." He wiggles an eyebrow. He begins to start the car and pull off, the ride pretty silent. You knew he just needed a moment to get over himself, so as soon as you step into your apartment, you put your things aside and throw your arms around him.

"Babe." You plant kisses all over his face.

"Mmm, no—" He says in between kisses. "You— don't— get to do that—- and expect to— win me over— just like that."

"Uh huh. Yet, you're still kissing back." You say, pushing him towards your room. All you had planned was just to cradle your big baby and cuddle him until he felt better. You've learned that's how Taehyung gets over most things. Truly.

"Y/N, I'm not joking." He lays on his side after tossing his keys and phone on your night stand. He throws his hood over his head, while you throw yourself onto him, being the bigger spoon.

"Hey." You forcefully turn him around to make him face you. He does nothing look at you, allowing you to place a soft, passionate kiss on his plump lips. He gives into it, deepening it while tugging you closer to him. "You know I only have eyes for this handsome guy right here, right?" You boop the mole on his nose.

"Good, cause I want you all to myself. Stop being such a fucking saint. Be mean for once. I know you can do it, since you always catch an attitude with me." You laugh.

"Whatever, Taehyung. If that makes you feel better."

"Good." He smirks. "Come here. I'm trying to show you that you're mine and only mine." He wraps his arms around you and snuggles tightly against your body until you hear him softly snoring into your chest.

[ctl-yuejie]

ep 13. kinnporsche - spoilers

I shouldn't laugh but it was pretty hilarious how he slapped that plate out of Vegas hand

also very much in favor of how messed up vegas pete are

Peter knight

slightly confused at how kinn seemingly is okay with his dad wanting to take more control again

i really enjoy kinn and porsche and the overall wholesomeness and also the delicious undercurrent of tension

Bible and Vegas continue to excel

I will defend himbo porsche with everything I have but tankhun was so right to set kinn straight

omg VegasPete are a lot but oh wow is this an excellent dynamic (Bible and Build are fucking eating this scene)

Hello, I love being right about vegaspete and what the show is going for. 10 points for me and 11 for Pete for being a badass mf

I both can and cannot believe thankuns choice in mourning robes

I have become used to the tone changes but this funeral really is sth

lovely that we are keeping porsche afraid of ghost

I didn't know I wanted it but that call back to porsche feeling abused. oh god, Pete is breaking heart

awwww, baby porché making me said. awwww, now Kim is also all in his emotions . why don't you stay continues to be a gorgeous song. barcode really nails the romantic earnestness...oh god these two brothers so desperately in need of feeling loved...ahhhh....

the vegas pete destruction is really hitting the best places.

I only agree with taking him to yok if she gets Pete a way to relax. cannot be mad at tankhun for making it about himself

OH YES!

OH NO!

I mean, yes to the mess but oh boy....porsche please don't.

this is a changed vegas, but not sure as to in what direction

PORSCHE AHHHH from what you know you should've never brought Pete here

Build looks fucking amazing

don't like porsche for this but also: hello to this scene.

for some reason this vegaspete scene is giving me the weirdest twist on romeo and julie vibe

(sidebar: why is Porsche still in the bodyguard outfit, someone explain, unless Kinn has a kink)

ah, it is this scene. love how tasteful they go about the nude scenes. the lowkey sad instrumental is sending me. Apo and Mile are so great at kissing it is a delight.

porsche leaving that cute smiley on the card, dork

Peter Knight! Here again to distract the youngsters from going against Korns plan

Vegas is such a snake but I live for his face when he watches porsche and his uncle having their row

trauma aside I love that vegas has to take care of porsche and gets confronted with the Kinn Pete duo just a good excursion all around.

we end on a classic soap opera twist, love this show

edit: cannot believe that I forgot - just like the show - that Big still didn't get a funeral

[wh6res]

“𝑰’𝑴 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑳𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻, 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑶𝑵𝑳𝒀 𝑺𝑨𝑽𝑰𝑶𝑼𝑹.”

part of the 21 ways to kill your lover collab hosted by the lovely miss solange @du0tine

pairing. entity! xdj & f! reader | word count. 5.4k

synopsis. he wasn’t a god, he wasn’t a devil, and fuck, he’s surely not an angel, but he will be your saviour and your light ‘till kingdome come.

warnings. tread with caution. yandere/possesive themes, religious themes, violence, mentions of gore, swearing, mentions of ptsd, mentions of physical abuse, a lot of character deaths, manipulation, stalking, and implications of suicide

disclaimer. i do not condone whatever tf i wrote in this nor does it reflect my beliefs or values or morals and such. it is all pure fiction and i also dont think xiaojun from wayv would act like this in real life.

a soul’s vulnerability gives him strength. he has scourged far and wide and has yet to encounter a soul as interesting as yours. he never thought a heart filled with hatred and a fragile mentality can be such a sweet combination. xiaojun would be stupid not to latch his greedy talons onto you.

he hides in the darkest corners of your room at night, unseen and unheard, just watching over you like a predator to his poor unsuspecting gazelle before diving into the anticipated chase. 

he moves in with you into the cheap apartment you got for yourself here in the big city—which he thinks is an awful move because of how lonely it’ll be. but hey, it wasn’t anyone’s fault that you got chased out of your own home by your stepdad, your very own biological mom too scared to say a peep of defense to your name. 

your downfalls became xiaojun’s highlights. 

he would’ve felt sorry for you after finding out about that abusive old man. ugh, he scowls. your stepdad makes the entity’s blood boil and he doesn’t even have blood to begin with. the same man who holds the bible in his left hand when he preaches sermons for the people, is the same hand he uses to hit you across the face. 

the same hand he uses to pull at your hair. the same hand he uses to punch your gut. the same hand he uses to shove your mom down when she tries interfering. 

xiaojun may hate men of god but above all, he absolutely detests the kind your old man is—a faker, who thinks he can get away with the shit mess he’s making. xiaojun would never take that preacher’s murky soul even if he offered it to the entity voluntarily. fake. fake. fake. fake. fake. xiaojun should’ve killed him. xiaojun should’ve slit his throat. xiaojun should’ve torn his eyes out—

ah, ah, ah.

he can’t afford to make you any less vulnerable than you already are, now, can he? after all, he can be anything you want but he’s no angel. 

so he watched from the sidelines. 

watched you cry. watched you bleed. watched your scars form. watched the hate and resentment you have for your own family fester in your heart until it grew to a size you can’t hide within yourself anymore. 

and then you left home. 

xiaojun has to admit, for a second, maybe leaving home will make your soul unworthy, will break the mold he’s already had of you and will completely spoil his well-thought out plans.

so really, he can only scoff when he watches you walk around the apartment wearing that pretty dress on a sunday morning, darting around with calculated steps to shove everything inside your bag to go to church. the dress hangs nicely against your skin but he’d rather you stay and wear nothing. 

maybe you’d finally find contentment and happiness in this place, in this city, on your own. soaring high without a cage, without someone to hold you back—these things fill his thoughts like a plague until you come barging back into the door 30 minutes later. 

he’s been watching you long enough to know church service wouldn’t end for another 30 minutes or so. xiaojun’s eyebrows quirk up. why would his fragile little gazelle come back oh so early? but his question is immediately answered when he detects your shaky breaths and the unshed tears in your glistening eyes

you’re suffering the post-traumatic effects your shit stepdad has caused. seeing another preacher must’ve been a trigger, he thinks, eyeing you with a look on his face. xiaojun felt a little stupid. of course, swimming to the surface will be tough with all that trauma anchoring you down.

it’ll be tough, indeed… so why not sink you even deeper?

it didn’t take much energy for him to start manipulating your dreams. every nap, every deep sleep, he’d replay all the horrible things your stepdad has done to you and he realizes how dreams depicted from his perspective took a larger toll on you versus the ones from your own point of view—witnessing for yourself how weak and helpless you had been seemed to chip away bigger parts of you, he notices. your terrified screams when waking up in cold sweat getting louder and louder with every passing nightmare.

he pushed, and pushed, and pushed until you were standing right at the edge of sanity. until you start questioning your own self-worth and judgment, the invisible chains of the trauma too strong to break. until your radiant skin looked deathly, with gaunt cheeks and white lips. until you developed a fear of sleeping because no, you don’t want to witness those horrors again. no. no. no. no, please don’t hit me—

xiaojun can’t help but admire his handiwork but no, he doesn’t have time for that! 

the next time you fell asleep you had been desperately holding onto your 5th bottle of gatorade like it was a torch breaking through the darkness. you’ve intake so much of the energy drink that your body has grown used to it. you would’ve switched to caffeine, but from how much you drank it prior to the energy drinks, your blood is practically coffee at this point. 

“you’re living in my house now, young lady! i’d like to see some respect from your or i’ll fucking beat it into you!”

“stop! please. hit me instead, hit me!” 

“this is all your fault, bitch! how can you raise one daughter wrong? no wonder your husband left you!”

murky and black, you can’t even see the bottom at this point. it keeps pulling you down, and down, and down, until you couldn’t breathe. until your head feels light. until your heart beats erratically within your ribcage as you fought to the surface. 

with all the negative emotions surging through you in thunderous waves, it’s a wonder how no other lonesome, starving entity has latched onto you like xiaojun. although realistically, he was here first, as if he’ll let any other being like him go near you.

it took a greater amount of energy to twist and manipulate the plotline of certain events in a dream. if xiaojun hadn’t grown strong from all your negativity, he’d never be able to do it. 

he can never forget the day he first appeared to you in a dream. to have you cling onto him as you willingly took his hand—not that he was caught by surprise, anyway. every second of every hour of every day xiaojun spent plotting your demise has led to this fruitful day of “meeting” you for the first time. 

“i’m right here,” he said, shaking fingers tracing over your cheeks. a soft caress you have never experienced. 

the man in your dreams is someone you’ve never met before—you’re positive that you haven’t because you’d never forget a face as handsome as his. he appears like an angel casted over divine light, with a soft smile that can cure the plague as he offers his hands for you to take. it was beautiful, how your nightmares turned into dreams the moment the mysterious man arrived. 

how’d you ever know, that the hand you grabbed is the wolf in sheep’s clothing?

it’s sad really, how you’ve only managed to escape one horror only to jump into the next but xiaojun can’t find it in himself to feel bad. well, maybe a little, it’s a fleeting thought. something that disappeared as quickly as it had passed by.

it was only after a few weeks of constantly appearing in your dreams did his plan start to backfire. the change in your behavior isn’t subtle, either, and it angered him all the more. he didn’t see this coming, not even from lightyears away.

simple to say you’ve grown a little more… how can xiaojun put this into words? well, a little more outgoing. adventurous. meeting new people and going to new places and experiencing new things. he can see everything as clear as day—you were healing from your past, leaving the dark chapters in your life to write newer and brighter ones that revolved on having actual healthy relationships for once. 

his seething anger of his failed plans had made all the windows in your apartment burst into thousand little pieces. if you had fine china dishes displayed on your kitchen cabinets he would’ve broken those too. how can you go against him like this? look at you all happy and smiley even as the room turned ice cold because of xiaojun’s suffocating presence. you never even thought once about it—how naive. 

tormenting you through dreams isn’t working anymore. xiaojun has to up his game if he wants to break you down and revert you back to that paranoid, sensitive, and frail self that couldn’t eat, couldn’t sleep, and couldn’t talk to any other human being without feeling the ghost of your abusive step-father’s hands against your skin. 

who says he can only control you through mind games alone? after he’s done what needs to be done, grief and self-pity will go hand in hand. a combination so cruel and heavy on your shoulders that xiaojun can already savor the metallic tangy taste of victory. 

“no! yeji—!”

xiaojun watches unblinking when he makes one of your new friends walk out the sidewalk and right into an overspeeding car. 

tires skidding across the pavement, the breaks not working, glass shattering, bones cracking against the force of the hit—dead, right on the fucking spot.

he’s never heard you scream that loud and he shudders in pleasure as the vibrations of your shrill voice courses through his veins. 

he missed this, your complete and utter misery. 

but he wasn’t done yet. 

“don’t you think it’s a ‘lil chilly in here?” ryujin asks, looking over to your side before drinking the hot chocolate she prepared for both of you. 

grieving together with a friend can be good, hence why you’re now in her apartment a month later after yeji’s funeral. 

you answer after taking a sip. “no, not really.” 

xiaojun grins, giddy and a skip in his step while making his way towards you as he side-eyes your friend, who religiously drank her hot chocolate all the while bundling up next to you so you both can watch the movie together playing on the laptop. 

this one, well, he particularly doesn’t like this one. 

if your other friend was meant to be a casualty, a death borne from not one smidge of personal vendetta, this one, this ryujin is different. heck, he even remembers her fucking name.

no, no, no. xiaojun can feel his skin crawl as ryujin cuddles intimately closer as she stares at you from her peripheral, feeling out whether you’d react or not as she sneaks an arm around your waist. his anger turns a fever pitch, seeing you with someone else driving him up the wall. you were meant to be his sad and hopeless little gazelle and his alone.

xiaojun hoped the poison travels fast or so help him he’ll fucking rip her off of you—and he would’ve, when he saw you and ryujin slowly leaning into one another, head angled and obviously going in for a kiss. he would’ve, when one of ryujin’s hands come up to cup your face. he would’ve… until the poison reached its destination in her body, right when your lips were about to touch. 

ryujin’s lungs seized, breathing becoming an agent to her demise as the oxygen from her lungs disappear into nothingness. the last thing she saw is your horrified face, tears streaming. she swore you were shouting something, probably her name, but it’s overpowered by the incessant ring in her ears.

when her mouth foamed and she laid limp on the couch right next to you, you knew ryujin would never wake again to give you that kiss. 

xiaojun steps back to admire the havoc he wreaked. two of your friends dead, that should be enough to incapacitate you—whether it be permanent or not, he just wants to see you drown in misery. 

and as he slowly dissipates into the void, there’s a little smile on his face as he stares you down, burning the image of your histeria in his head, the echoes of your woeful cries music to his ears. 

you never dared step foot out of your apartment. 

groceries were delivered to your door, trash is slowly but surely building up, and the place was a whole mess. the entity haunting you has never seen you this… shattered, even when you left home. it was like your brain has stopped working and your body turned into nothing more but a cusp of who you used to be. 

it’s scary looking in the mirror and not recognizing the reflection—so, you painted all of them black. it was an in the heat of a moment kind of thing that took place the moment you came home from the police station, on the exact day she passed away before your eyes. 

xiaojun just has to “misplace” a few pints of paint you had used from when you renovated the apartment in the past, putting the cans where you can easily see them and think that the idea belonged to you when in reality, it’s the entity that put the idea in your head. 

there was a blanket over your shoulder when you came back from the station. it wasn’t yours, they gave it to you while you sat opposite to a stoic detective in a cold interrogation room, yet you made no move to shrug it off even after arriving at your apartment, fingers clutching the fabric like a lifeline and refusing to believe whatever that had transpired in ryujin’s apartment. 

eyes unseeing, stumbling with your steps, back hunched with the curse of the universe weighing down on your back—xiaojun couldn’t’ve been more proud of what he had done.

you were spiraling out of control. a self-destructive cycle you cannot seem to fight your way out of as your nightmares came back to haunt you. the tall waves of anxiety and paranoia drowning and pushing you under the surface. 

for once you don’t fight the current, you just let it pull you under. 

every time you close your eyes, you can hear the deafening screech of rubber tires against concrete before the car hits yeji. can vividly see the foams of the poison coming out of ryujin’s mouth as if it was caught on tape and is now playing on loop. 

your other friends have donned you as bad luck, cursed to have a fucked up life and will fuck up other people’s lives too if they get even as close as an arm length to you. too scared to lose any more people, you decided to completely push everyone away and had completely shut yourself out from the world beyond the four corners of your apartment. 

it’s like your trauma from before has come crawling back to you, only now, he brings himself a little friend called guilt. 

what are the odds that your two friends died after the other when the person they’ve each last spent time with was you? even the police found it too much a coincidence. if it wasn’t for the cctv cams in the corners of ryujin’s apartment, you’d be facing trial for a murder you didn’t commit. 

you eye the usb stuck in one of your laptop’s ports. it’s black, with an srj poisoning case written in red ink on the small patch of masking tape pasted onto the back of the plastic. 

after being stuck in an interrogation room for the last two hours, you had sneakily swiped it out of the detective's desk on your way out of the station. you remembered it was the usb with a copy of ryujin’s cctv cams, some underling busting into the interrogation room while in the middle of your questioning, holding the tiny usb between his fingers. 

your stomach churned when the detective looked at you spitefully, as if he couldn’t fucking care less of the evidence presented to him in a silver platter and would thoroughly take pleasure in throwing you in jail himself, guilty or not. the last look he shot you still sends shivers down your spine, the sharpness in his gaze as he regarded you. “you killed them. i know you did.”

a week of self-induced isolation later and you start to believe in it yourself. 

in the middle of screaming your lungs out and cursing the gods above for your sorry excuse of a life, you had thrown the usb somewhere in the apartment. not that you bothered to look for it right after, you were too busy wallowing in self pity before passing out on the living room floor. when you wake up, you’ve forgotten all about it. 

so it was interesting, seeing the usb again after days and days of wallowing in grief. you had fallen off the couch while in the middle of a slumber and you spotted the small piece of tech lying underneath it with the other empty coke cans. 

eyeing the laptop on the coffee table, you remember you haven’t taken a look at the evidence yourself—the detective had given you the stink eye when you tried shuffling closer to peep a look. carelessly, you shove all other objects off the table to pull the laptop closer. you plant yourself on the ground cross-legged, not batting an eyelash even when you feel the crumbs of chips against your skin. 

you boot the laptop on, thankful you’ve yet to forget its password, and plugged the usb in again. it was simple to navigate, to say the least, the folder popping up in a matter of seconds. you thought it stored a whole collection of her cctv footages but alas, it didn’t, saving you the time and energy scourging through unwanted boring files. 

hands shaking, you clicked on the video. 

and it was as if you’re thrown back into that event in your life that has now become a distant memory. the hug ryujin gave you when she opened the door, her words of comfort when you opened up about your deteriorating mental health after your friend passed away, and finally, the warm feel of the mug against the palm of your hand. 

wait a minute. 

you perk up from your seat, groaning aloud when your knee hits the underside of the coffee table at your haste, fingers darting around to press the back 10 seconds button. the sweat starts forming in your forehead and palms, making your hand feel clammy and disgusting but it was the last of your worries. 

did you see that correctly?

the quality is a bit low and the camera angle isn’t optimal. you can only see ryujin’s side profile but her glassy eyes are unmistakable and her actions look robotic at best. 

this is after she made your hot cocoa and had delivered it to your shivering, sniffling form on the couch, all bundled up snug and cozy in the blanket she provided. you remember ryujin winking as she walked back towards her kitchen after you thanked her. 

the way she poured poison in her own mug ruled her case as suicice. the evidence is right there in your face but the unease still sits heavy on your stomach and confusion clouds your brain like cannabis. 

this doesn’t make any sense. 

you knew her, ryujin. she’s never one to succumb to her negative emotions, always facing her problems with head held high. her overall mindset, in general, made her the last person you’d think would ever commit suicide. you’ve replayed the video a thousand times by now, still unable to wrap your head around the fact that she killed herself. 

having the sudden urge for another bottle of gatorade, you pressed the pause button as you try hauling yourself up with your arms. 

you pause. pushing your face closer to the laptop screen, rubbing at your eyes incredulously as you eye the corner of her kitchen. 

ryujin’s apartment isn’t that luxurious, nor is it too rundown, but there can be little exceptions here and there. 

like the cheap LED bulbs attached rather messily onto her ceiling, one of the six sources of light flickering on and off. you remember how many times you’ve told her to get it fixed yet she never really paid you any heed.

with shaking fingers, you replayed it one more time, hoping on everything you believe in that it wasn’t what it looks like. this can’t be it—how is that possible—

it’s him, the man who has appeared like an angel in your dream to sweep you away from evil. but standing in the corner, under the flickering lights of your friend’s kitchen, he looked anything but an angelic. 

your mind is going haywire, your body shook in confusion, and sweat started dribbling down your neck. you would’ve thought you made a mistake because how is this even possible? the angelic man in your dreams isn’t real—he can’t be real, he can’t appear like this when you aren’t even sleeping because he’s not real!

he can’t… right?

he doesn’t look too harmless, what with his hands crossed and leisurely leaning against the wall. but one look at his eyes and you know you’re wrong. even through the shit quality of the cctv footage you can still feel the fury and the absolute hate his eyes held as he stared her down menacingly, unblinking.

stared her down as she made her own cocoa, as she hunches down to open the sink cabinets to get that pesky rat poison, as she poured it on her mug, as she swirls the spoon around to mix the deadly concoction all together in a hauntingly robotic way that looked too much like ryujin was being told what to do.

and as you let the video play the rest of its content and felt like the tragedy was unfolding right before your very eyes again—you couldn’t breathe, panic gripping onto you like a vice, the sharp talons of fear sinking deep under your skin. 

you don’t register the coffee table toppling over in your haste to stand up. desperately putting a distance between you and the laptop as you turned and stumbled towards the hallway leading to your bedroom. 

you stop, pathetically landing on your knees before the open archway. if you hadn’t been shaking in fear before, then you surely were now. 

he’s here—can you even call it a he?

the man stands at the end of the hallway. in that similar, non-threatening stature with his arms crossed and body leaning against the wall. 

but the mischief in his eyes is enough of a warning. 

he’s come for you. 

he’s come to finish the job. 

“finally figured it out?”

you screamed, throwing the closest thing you can at him as you shuffle someplace else in your apartment. his laugh sounded pleasant in the ear when you were off in dreamland, but now? it sounded like nails grating against a chalkboard. 

your legs eventually led you to the front door. appearances be damned. you weren’t even wearing a bra and you haven’t showered for days but fuck no you’re not going to stay here with that—that—that monster!

“baby, don’t leave! the fun hasn’t even started yet!”

you grab the doorknob and twist, practically throwing yourself out into the hallway, eyes frantic as you stumble and land face first against—

sticky. the floor’s sticky and there was a smell you can’t seem to pinpoint. it’s tangy, metallic, and you can almost taste the scent yourself in your tongue and when you look down—you want to throw up. 

lying next to each other in pools of their own blood, lies yeji and ryujin side by side, faces towards each other. their eyes hauntingly empty and unseeing as they stared up at you. 

you shrieked, voice scratching against your dry throat as you threw yourself back into your apartment, the door slamming shut in itself. you didn’t care if there’s now a huge mess of blood staining the carpets on the foyer. you curl in on yourself, hair sticking to your face as you covered your ears and shut your eyes. 

“oh, my love…”

you felt his presence before you can hear him. 

a flashback plays in your head—hot chocolate, soft blankets, and a friend who you loved with all your heart. “don’t you think it’s a little chilly in here?"

you answered. “no, not really?”

the tears start streaming like waterfalls, mixing with the blood and sweat already caked in your face. ryujin knew, she felt it back at her apartment yet you disregarded her completely.

“it’s not your fault,” the entity’s hands are ice cold when he gently pulls at your wrist. “everything is as it should be. now, open your eyes. there’s nothing to be afraid of. i’m not going to hurt you.”

stubbornly, you shook your head as you squeezed your lids even tighter, refusing to look at the monster dead in the eye.

“don’t be like that, my love. if i wanted to hurt you, i would’ve done it a long time ago.”

you don’t listen, hunching and curling your knees even more against your torso as you try to block out his voice. it’s unfair how gentle it sounded but your blood ran cold when you realize this is how he got ryujin to poison herself, this is how he got yeji to walk in front of a speeding car—

“hail mary, full—full of grace,” you pray under your breath, shaking like a leaf. “the lord… the lord is with thee. blessed art thou among women…”

“you’re praying?” there’s an underlying mocking to e in his voice. “this is fucking hilarious!”

your incessant mumbling partnered with how you rocked your body back and forth, made something snap within xiaojun. he already stated he won’t hurt you! did he break you so much that now you’re unable to hear stuff properly, too?

“holy mary, mo—mother of god, pray for us sinners, now and—and at the hour of our death, amen. hail mary, full of grace…”

“stop.” his body twitches, having the sudden urge to pull all his hair out and burn this fucking building to the ground.

yet you continue. “the lord is with thee, blessed art thou among—among women and blessed is the… the fruit of thy womb, jesus…”

“i said stop, [name]. don’t fucking test me.”

“holy mary, mother of god—pray—pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our—”

you screeched in pain as your forehead comes in contact with a mirror, the sound of it shattering is deafening to the ears. his icy fingers let go of your nape, letting you fall hard to the ground. your ears perk up at the sound of streaming water. 

you weren’t in the foyer anymore, you feel cold tiles instead of the rough texture of the dirty carpet underneath you. eyes fluttering, you slowly pry them open, and the first thing you see is the faulty pipes found underneath your bathroom’s sink. patches of your clothes start getting wet. 

“you think a prayer of all things can stop me? i’m insulted!” you hiss when he grabs your face, hands so cold that it feels like you’re skin is burning off. “i was going to play nice.”

he pulls you towards him, hand encased around your throat. he shoves the open hair dryer into the half-filled bath tub as you feel him vibrate against you. “you don’t know how long i waited, how much energy i needed to appear to you like this.”

it’s with dread you realize that he’s actually giggling.

you whine, eyes feeling like it’ll pop out of their sockets when he squeezed your neck tighter. with a sudden rush of adrenaline, you anchor your wrists against his arm but it proves to be useless when he’s too strong. 

“please,” you wheezed. “i did… i did nothing wrong. let go—please.”

in the corner of your eyes, you stare at him from the mirror, stomach twisting in discomfort when you see him throwing his head back, eyes rolling up after taking a long whiff of your hair. “this—this fear you have, my love, only makes me stronger.”

“nothing… i did nothing wrong—please! please… let, let me go…” you’re starting to feel lightheaded, black spots floating around your vision. 

“nothing? are you sure about that?” 

you cringe when he licks up the tears in your face, toes curling at the sheer disgust you feel. but the words he spews next is far worse than the hand he’s wrapped around your throat. 

“didn’t you left your mom alone with that abusive asshole? didn’t you make yeji walk into that incoming car? didn’t you make ryujin drink that poison?”

he whispers them so softly, so gently that you almost mistook them as proclamations of love. 

“no…” your voice breaks. 

“yes. yes, you did,” he knew you like the back of his hand, knew what to say and how to say them for you to break in his arms. “you killed them, my love. you’re a murderer. you don’t even deserve to be alive after all of the things you’ve done.”

it’s almost pathetic how you shake your head, eyes closed, refusing to acknowledge the truth. 

“that’s… that’s not true…”

“you’re a curse to the people you love, the embodiment of they're suffering. don’t you see it?”

“stop lying!—”

“am i?” he retorts, maneuvering you around to face the mirror. you swore you covered the whole thing with black paint. “just look at yourself.”

oh, how badly he wants to shove your face against the mirror but he mustn't get ahead of himself. 

“did any of your friends even visit you to see how you’re doing?” no, they never did. he smiles like he knows what you’re thinking. “the answer is all before you now, my love. you need to see through the haze and accept it for what it really is. no one loves you. even the god you’re praying to didn’t answer. there’s nothing, no one, left.”

and for the first time since he has you in his tight hold, you stopped fighting. sobs wracking through your body as your shoulders slump and accept defeat. 

xiaojun automatically lets you go, cooing like a lover in your ear as he tucks you into his embrace. “you want this all to stop, don’t you? someone to save you?”

you nodded, unable to look at him as his hand came up to wipe away your tears. no one has ever done that for you in months ever since yeji and ryujin died.

“i’m here,” xiaojun says, running fingers through your hair comfortingly. “i’m your light, your only saviour. you want that, right, my love?” choice is a mere illusion but he likes keeping up with formalities. 

you fail to notice the steps he took towards the now overflowing bathtub, too lost in the new highs and lows of emotions you feel. 

“yes.”

it only took seconds to push you into the tub. its water buzzing with a live electric current brought by the hair dryer he dropped only minutes ago.

the effect is instantaneous. he watches your muscle spasm, your skin growing darker as the live water fries your body alive. quickly, xiaojun reaches down to lift your head out the water, not wanting to ruin your pretty face.

the last thing you feel is xiaojun’s cold lips pressing against your own, the gentle caress as he wiped your tears away… and the electricity finally passing through your heart. 

when the entity pulls away from your dead body, he only whispers three things—“mine, at last.”

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Heyy, Kinnporsche anon here!! (I know I'm not on anonymous but I like saying this). How are you doing?? Did you have a good week end?? 🤗

I just finished the episode, and It was amazing omg!!! Finally some dark mafia stuff!!!

I still can't believe Porsche ran away with Vegas??? And he seems to trusted him???? Like babe, I know he can speak well but there is a reason why everybody tell you to keep your distance (I can't blame him though, if I was in his position I would have done the same thing, what can I say, I'm a weak woman). I was not excepting to see Pete arrives omg!!! This man can fight, like we need to see him fight more!!!! But I was like why are fighting guys, you are supposed to be bestie 😭😭 Pete didn't deserve this kind of treatment.

Then Kinn arrives, like why not 5 minutes before??? All of this could have been avoid. When they point g*n at each other, I was screaming idiot at them. Because they are. But I screamed even more when Porsche asked Kinn to trust him, and that Kinn let him go. He may not have say he trust Porsche, but he shows him that he trust him!!!!! Like Kinn, my man, I knew you would disappoint. Like, he letting Porsche breaking down his walls one by one and I think that beautiful. Next step, it's him saying he trust and love him. I feel like it's going to be next episode.

Then the little Kimchay bubble. They are so cute, I can't really. If a Chay would say this kind of declaration, I would give him the world. The moon. The sun. Pluto. Everything. And his little smiley on the eggs, like I can't, he is too cute. I don't know how Kim didn't worship him.

Then the worst thing that could happen happened. I was ready to end Tawan, bc I knew he was him behind this. I was ready to go on a war, like nope. I'm really scared that this would not be last times the bad guys hurts Chay. They discover a weakness there. If they hurt Chay, they hurt Porsche, and if they hurt Porsche, they hurt Kinn and he would let his guard down. Ugh I don't want this to happens.

And let's talk about Kim fighting. Yes sir. It was so hot??????? Like he need to stop to be a singer for a little bit and give more of him in the mafia. I wonder what is the story of why he do not get involved. He seems like a real good element, why they let him go?? It could be interesting to see why 🤔 like he left the scene after the explosion, why not staying to talk with his brother?? Or to stay with Chay??? I hope Chay is mad at him for that.

Then we have Pete behind the best of friend??? He really goes somewhere he knew he is not going to get out of there alive, and still decide to go just to prove his friends is innocent??? I love him. Give him the world too.

The whole scene in the warehouse is just genius. I was not excepting any thing of what happened!!! So much tension and suspens !!!! I really love how they goes from Porsche to Kinn to Pete, I kept the tension so high lol the times!!

I could not believe Tawan and Vegas has some kind of relationship? Like I knew they were working together, but not be together. Even though, Vegas just uses him and It was all an act. Vegas really start to show his true colors, he is becoming the real vilian here, I'm so so excited omg!!! The way he explained his plan, like he is a manipulator omg I wonder how his relationship with Pete will go? Will he played with his emotion like he did with Tawan?? Bible did such a great job with Vegas character (I may have feels something when he start getting angry) !!

I was not surprised to see Ken being the mole, it was him or Big that make the most sense really. But Big loves Kinn too much for him to be the mole, so Ken make the most sense. I am kinda we don't know more on why he did this? Like please explain his motive? The money? Didn't like the main family? He loves Vegas? I just wanna know!!!

Kim shooting while being sleevesless should not be permitted. It's too much. I need more Mafia Kim!!!! I need to scream the next part but I CANNOT BELIVE BIG HIS DEAD, I DON'T WANT TO ACCEPT THIS. like nope. Nope. Nope. He deserves better. Like he really loves Kinn so much, protect someone just bc he knows it would hurt Kinn to see him hurt? My man 😭😭 (Notd makes me cry with his post on his social media. I dint' want him gone of the show)

I knew Kinn knows exactly about Tawan's plan, and it was an act all along. I knew I could trust him!! He was ready to shoot Tawan, and he would have be more satisfilying to see him shoot him to death. Or Porsche. (can we take a moment to appreciate the talent of the actor who played Tawan?). Kinn and Porsche running from the Bob while holding is such a dramatic move. I love them really.

I want to slap Kinn on the top of the head. He was planning to tell Porsche about his plan, but why he had to wait???? All the ansgt could have been avoid??? Can he think with his head??

Then the torture scene. I have to pause a few times. He was too intense???? Like??? I need a minute. He was too good?? The way Vegas and Pete look at each other??? Pete being all badass and not stopping to look at Vegas??? That's my man. The way they interact with each other makes me really excited for what come next. I'm sure Vegas will be intrigued about why Pete doesn't break down!! Maybe he will torture Pete more and more hardly, and Pete will not break down, and at the end, when the tension is too high, they will kiss?? I wonder if he is going to be free by Vegas himself, or if the major family will come save him (they are supposed to come see Vegas, like they are going to fing Pete, I'm sure of it. They need to)

Then the meeting scene. Tankhun showing he is the only one with braincell. They should just following what he is saying at this point. I hope we finished this season with him at the head of the mafia. That's what the King deserves. I find Kan behavior really sus. Why are you protecting your son if your are not the traitor? I think he, like Vegas, want more power and his son's behavior is helping him getting there. Khorn thinks he has the lead on this, but I think it will backfire. He should not trust his brother.

Then we have some Kinnporsche moment. They were too cute!!! First, they were arguing like toddler. Kinn has a lot good point on, but he should keep his boyfriend in the loop!!! Communicate guys!!!! The kiss right after Porsche says he didn't trust him shows me that Kinn trust Porsche!! He just has to says it now!!!! Like come one Kinn is not complicated!!!!

The scene in the bed was too cute!!! They are like after their date, all cute and in love!! I just want to see them happy like that all the time!!! Also Kinn being like '' I forget something '' yes you forget Pete, please go save him 😭

Now. What I am scared is that Porsche says '' Chay want me to resign ''. Porsche loves his brother, and doesn't want to hurt him. I scared he is going to resign for him 😭 I hope they have a heart to heart discussion, and Porsche can explain why he did that. He had his heart in the right place! I think Kim is not going to reach out to Chay, he seems to be the guys who doesn't want to face the reality? He also want to protect Chay, and he thinks leaving him is his only choice. I hope this is drama ois resolve quickly, bc I want to see him meet Kinn and Tankhun, and Kinn acting like a protective Big brother, and Tankhun be like '' shup up Kinn, look at him he is too cute, he would not hurt a fly '', and just adopt him and being all cute with him 😭

I wonder what is the plan if the minor family??They are too sus not to be plotting something. I wonder if Khorn is with them?? Or he is too stupid to not see it??? Or he is plotting also something??? We need Kim the detective back to find out their plan.

Well, it's also a long one. I can't wait to ear what you have to say about this episode!!!! This one is so amazing!!! Everything was on point.

Please share your thoughts on the new BTS song!! 🥰

Your giftset is so good!!! I love it!!!!

See you soon, have a good day darling 💜!!!

Hi sweetie!!!! I'm good ☺️ I've slept a lot haha so that's cool!! hope you are doing good too!!!

So here we go!!! KINNPORSCHE TIME 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉

This episode was so good! like I say every episode is good but this one was amazing!!! It happened a lot of things, I felt I couldn't have a rest!!! Wow!!! 🤯

I knew it!! I knew Porsche would go with Vegas! He really was 'I need to prove I'm not guilty' so of course the best option is running away with my boyfriend's cousin/enemy hahaha like really why are they so dumb???? 🙄

When Pete appeared it was amazing!! sometimes I forget Pete is really amazing bodyguard! I think that's because he's always so cute and funny! but wow that part was so cool!! I wasn't expecting Porsche and Pete to have a fight! 😱😱

And when Kinn and Porsche met in the stairs!!! omg ! the tension between them!! we saw that was hard for them to be in that position! but as you said in the end Kinn really trusts Porsche!!! 🥰🥰🥰 the way Porsche said trust me and Kinn did!!!!!! (Screaming!!!!!)

Look I would kill for Chay!! he's just so adorable!!! also Chay saying already 'I love you' to Kim!! I wasn't ready but I was mad because Kim changed the theme!!!! Kim, you fool! we know it's difficult for you to express your feelings but Chay is a sweetheart and you like him! so stop being dumb!!! I was ready to 🔪🔪🔪 when Kim left that note!!! like he cooked for you!! that's the purest love declaration!!! at least the kidnapping helped Kim to accept his feelings on full!! like the way he was so resolved to save Chay!! he never calls Kinn but for Chay he did it!!! also I think Kim left quickly because he doesn't want Chay to discover he is involve with the mafia! like when he rescued Chay, he was drugged and probably not conscious so Kim just needed to left him with the bodyguards. We will see what would happen to them! that's my theory that Kim is not gonna say anything about he being part of his rescue. The ugly part will come when Kim's fallen head over heels and Chay discovers the truth 😭😭 I know I'm going to cry!!! (Also Jeff is so hot 🥵)

The way Pete riskes his life for Porsche 🥺🥺🥺🥺 they are truly besties!!! Also omg it was Ken!!!!! I kind was expecting that but I didn't want to be believe it!!!

Ok so now TAWAN!! I was shook!! all his storyline was unexpected!! All his relationship with Vegas!! omg I was 👁️👄👁️ I didn't see that coming!! the way he really believes Vegas like he truly thought he would marry Vegas!!! like honey nooooo (I felt so bad for him in that part) the actor was amazing!! we can felt his desperation and madness!!! the faces he did! wow! standing ovation!! poor thing he really was manipulated by the king of manipulation hahaha our Vegas!! even Porsche was shook!! Vegas is so clever!! like he plays with people and he doesn't care! I'm so excited to see how Pete is going to go through all that and make Vegas falls in love him hahaha like their scenes are always wonderful! Build and Bible are so good!!! Love them 😍😍 The torture scene wow!! the way Pete was smiling when Vegas was threatening him. They are both insane hahaha the perfect couple lmao really can't to next episode and see what would happen!!! (maybe they should do a series only about them lol)

Now Big, our twat! I wasn't ready for him to die!! 😭😭😭 I mean why??? poor baby!!! he really loves Kinn so much!!!! he sacrifices for Kinn's sake because he knows Porsche is Kinn's happiness 😩😩 so sad!!!

Now the only brain cell in all Thailand at this point!! my King Tankhun!!! like he is the best!! 👑👑👑👑 the only one who knows what's happening!! the only one with the courage to say whatever he wants! the way he confronts his uncle!! Yessss!!! Kan is really suspicious, he wants the power and I think he will do anything to have it!! Even selling his own children! I can feel some drama coming for his part!!

Ok it's the moment KINNPORSCHE my beloved, my favourite idiots haha 🥰🥰🥰 We knew it!! Kinn knew about Tawan and all was a plan!! but you dummy needs to talk with your boyfriend because he's also a dummy so dummy x dummy = double dummy and that's a mess hahahahaha the problems they would be able to avoid if they talk!!!!! like a lot of problems!!! omg I love them but I really hope they would start talking and not only sexy times hahaha the way they are so stubborn is almost adorable! when they met in the terrace Kinn was 'so are you not going to apologise?' lol and Porsche was 'the nerve of this fucker' lmao I die of laughing!! 🤭🤭 and the kiss after Porsche was rambling about trust it was so cute!!!!! they are idiots in love! I love them so much 😍😍😍 and then the bed scene lmao they are so in love!! also Porsche is such a menace hahahahaha but Kinn is so gone for him that he doesn't care!! ADORABLE!! I need them to stay that way forever and don't give me more angst!! I can't take it anymore!!!

Also the way Kinn was 'I'm forgetting about something!!' lol like!!!!!!!! you are forgetting about Pete!!!!! our baby is being torture while you are kissing your boyfriend!!! Pete, the guy who gave you all the proves about the mole and Vegas and Tawan!!! like Kinn!!!! please!! wake up!!!

I can't wait to next episode! I don't have idea what would happen!!! Vegas torturing Pete, of course, but for the others I'm like 🤔🤔🤔🤔 who is going to be the villain next episodes!! I don't think is only going to be Vegas! there's to be more!!! can't wait!!! I'm so excited!!! I can't believe we only have 4 episodes left!!! I really hope they will do a second season!!! Praying circle hahaha

I haven't listened to the album yet!! 🙃🙃🙃 so I can't comment it!! I'm gonna listen it this week!!!!

Aww thanks!! that gifset literally was a nightmare!!! if you have any specific gifset you want let me know!!! I'll do it!! I need ideas!! 💗💗💗

Have a good week!!! See you!!! 😘😘😘😘

[customarycreate]

1, 2, 7, 11! :(

1. If you could hear God say something personally to you, what would you want it to be?

That all the worrying, and pain, and uncertainty, and all the things that have gone wrong, that eventually it will all make sense. I know that everything happens for a purpose and that everything has its season, but what was it all for? (a bit deep but to be fair, it’s a hard season at the moment). 

2. What is one thing you hope about Heaven?

I don’t actually know. I don’t spend a lot of time thinking about Heaven, just because it’s hard to wrap my little logical brain around the concept. In consolidation, however, I will offer this story:

When I was twelve at school we were talking about what we thought heaven was like and one person answered “I hope there is rocket boots!”

So, now I picture Moses and Esther and all the bible characters with rocket boots.

Maybe I just hope there are rocket boots in heaven?

7. What about God is most confusing to you or hardest for you to try to wrap your mind around?

How is He before and after time? And also also, how is He not of this universe but still a thing? Is He an object? Is He physical?

What does He actually look like? Will He be big, normal height? 

Just... I know God is not from this world, but this world is all I have to imagine from, so I will never know until I one day see Him. 

11. Favourite place to worship that isn’t church?

I love this one because I love worship. 

Favourite place is probably just outdoors. There’s something about worshipping God with His creation surrounding you. Breathing in the air, and listening to the wildlife that He crafted by hand. 

I’ve said this before a few years ago, but I know God is there and listening to me worship when I feel a gust of wind. 

Also, a few months ago I was leading worship out in the carpark of church, and we were singing “What a beautiful name” by Hillsong, and when I sang the bridge lyric “The heavens are roaring, the praise of your glory, for you are raised to life again” I just looked to the night sky above me and started sobbing. 

It’s just so amazing. 

ANYWAY, thank you for asking these questions! Keep sending them in :) 

p.s. did you mean for that to be a smiley face or is that a call back? XD

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #390

“i am the enemy, here to save the day!”

When was the last time you woke up in the middle of the night? I do this LITERALLY every night. Do you write? (Songs, poems ect..) RP posts and rarely poetry. What is the easiest type of YouTube video to binge watch? Probably a good let's play of a game I'm really into. Do you color Easter eggs still? I haven't in years. I would if it was offered up, though. Do you prefer to decorate with pastel colors or bright colors for Easter? Pastelllll. Do you own a cross necklace? I did in the past, but I don't now. What color is your favorite pair of shorts? I don’t wear shorts. Do you prefer bright colors, dark colors, or pastel colors? Pastels. What’s something that makes you tired? Socializing. Like it's physically draining to me. Do you like drawing or painting better? Drawing. Do you own any foreign coins? No. Do you prefer soft tacos or hard? I hate tacos. Any recent purchases? My niece's birthday is coming up, so I bought her a Disney version of a board game from my childhood called "Pretty Pretty Princess." She's going to love it. :') Do you ever make mixed CD’s for anyone? I never did, no. Are you into gory movies? Yeah. Have you ever been locked in a room forcefully without anyone knowing? omg no Do you have the same color eyes as your mother? No. Do you know anyone who has overdosed? Me. Though I obviously didn't die. Have you ever been put to sleep for surgery? Twice. What is your favorite online smiley face to you? I think I use (: the most. What is something that freaks you out no matter what? Seeing babies move in their mother's stomach makes me want to shriek and vomit. Do you have any fetishes? No. Do you take a lot of photos? Sigh, not as much as I used to... I just don't know what to photograph anymore. Never leaving home doesn't help. Do you have big ears? No; I actually have very small ears, as has been pointed out to me. Do you have a laptop, desktop or both? A laptop. Have you ever met an online friend in real life? Yes! :') There are more I wanna meet. What would you say is your favorite color, out of them all? Baby pink. Have you ever attempted suicide? Yes. What are you most known for? In my real life, my art "skills." Online, probably my obsession with meerkats. Do you have a problem with body hair? Nope. The stigma of it needs to fucking stop. If you bathe yourself and keep your hair groomed, who the actual fuck cares what YOU do with YOUR body. Have you ever been so depressed, you were put on medication? I've been medicated for depression since the 7th grade. What is one thing you think is gross about the human body? Fluids like pus gross me out. Have you ever witnessed someone being murdered? Jesus, no. o_o At what age do you plan to get married? I'd like to as a young adult, but it's not that big a deal for me because I don't want kids (I wouldn't want kids 'til marriage if I did). Do you have any candles in your room? No, but a wax warmer. Ever make a friendship bracelet for someone? Yeah, as a kid. What have you been made fun of for the most? People love to pick on me always being on the computer, when I REALLY wish they fucking wouldn't. I'm aware it's an issue that I've had before I was even a teenager and it makes me SUPER self-conscious. When you’re visiting a site, do you still type ‘www.’? No; I kinda forgot that was a thing, lol. Can you still read the time if an analogue clock doesn’t have numbers on it? Yeah. To whom will/did you first talk about the first time you’ve had sex? My mom, I think. What is something you didn’t like about being thirteen? Acne lmaooo. What can you hear right now? "Girls" by Marina. It's really been jammed in my head lately. Do you think it’s okay for kids to have cellphones? Depends on the age and the phone, imo. I personally am for the idea of (slightly older) children having some sort of cell phone with limited applications, just because emergencies happen, and if I was a mom, I'd want my child to ALWAYS be able to reach me like if they were at a friend's or something. I'll tell you right now kids don't need extravagant iPhones, though. Again: limited applications, also to prevent addiction. Do you have any siblings? If so which one of them do you get along with the best? I have one brother and technically five sisters, but I know nothing of one of them. I don't really know who I get along with best...? I'm sadly not exceptionally close to any. What’s your favorite TV show? And who’s your favorite character from it? My favorite show of all time is Meerkat Manor, wherein my favorite character was Mozart. What kind of signs do you use when you pose for pictures? I usually don't make any, but I'll sometimes do a peace sign. What math subject is your favorite? Um, none? How about science? Genetics. Do you have a favorite Youtuber? If so, who? And what is your favorite video by them? Markiplier, obviously. :') Favorite video... I think it's gotta be the first video of the Dark route in "A Date With Markiplier." It's, uh, special to me lmfao. What’s your favourite Mexican dish? I just like quesadillas. Have you ever ordered a specially made cake from a cake shop? Yeah. Well I mean, Mom has. What’s the name of your first real boyfriend or girlfriend? Jason. Have you ever dated a model? No. What is your ultimate goal in life? To be happy and satisfied with what I've done. Have you ever visited someone in prison? No. What months were you and your siblings born in? I was born in February, my younger sister in April, and my older sister is a June baby. Do you write down your passwords in a physical place to prevent losing them? No. x_x Do you have any injuries at the moment? No. Are you tall, short or average? Would you change this? Average. Nah. Have you ever taken an acting class? No, not my thing. Have you ever worked in a store while someone shoplifted there? Yikes, no. Is there anything you absolutely refuse to eat? Venison. Basically anything hunted primarily for sport. If you killed something that did not need to be killed to provide for yourself, I'm not touching it. Have you ever lived in university/college campus housing? No. Who was the last person you complimented? I think my mom? She's doing great with her diet, and I can tell she's lost weight. Do you like spring rolls? Yeah, they're decent. What do you live on in terms of a street, road, crescent, place, court etc? Court. What’s your favourite type of curry? I don't know if I've ever tried any. Have you ever had casual sex? No. Not my jam. If your phone rang right now from a number you don’t know, would you answer? Nope. What was your first pet’s name and how did you pick that? My first personal pet was either my guinea pig Squeak or Chinese water dragon Shadow. I could NOT tell you why I named a green lizard "Shadow," but I called Squeak "Squeak" because he, well, squeaked, lol. How tall are your highest heels? Not high at all. What’s your favourite flavour of frosting? Chocolate. Last thing you looked up on Wikipedia? It was a band that needed a Wikipedia link to go on the Silent Hill wiki. Someone pointed out in trivia that Tears of Mankind covered a SH piece. Should guys keep their shirts on at shows? Unless there's a good reason, like you're seriously overheating, I think so. What about girls? The same as guys. I do think women should keep their bras on though mostly for their own protection because people are pigs. Do you have multiple playlists on YouTube? Yes. What is a goal that you have trouble accomplishing? Losing weight, apparently... What color is your Easter basket? I don't have one anymore. My childhood one was a light tan basket with a baby pink frill around it. What do you need to get from the store right now? Mom just got groceries the other day. What is something that you used to feel ashamed of, but now you don’t? I can't think of anything. EVERYTHING embarrasses me, so. What is your favorite part of growing older? Uhhhhhh. Are you hypersensitive? If so, in what ways are you hypersensitive? Yes, to textures in food. What’s a drug that’s made you gain weight? Paxil was the first, but I worked it all off and got in the best shape of my life. Then Abilify absolutely destroyed my body as far as my weight is concerned because my doctor was an absolute, utter fucking idiot that I will never forgive. Is there a piece of jewelry you have your eye on right now? No. Do you believe that people can be asexual? Bro the fuck, of course I do. What color is your Bible, if you have one? I don't have one. When are you at your happiest? When I first wake up and get on the computer. New day, same shit, but don't tell me that. :^) Do you prefer to spend your time indoors or outdoors? I mean, it really depends on my mood as well as the weather, but generally, indoors. Can you honestly say that you love yourself? Nope. Where did you go, the last time you left your house? My sister's house to celebrate her husband's birthday. Do you like your singing voice? Meh, it depends on the song I'm singing, but usually, no. Have you ever done a psychedelic drug? If not, would you ever consider it? No to both.