#soon ja du

[alwaysbewoke]

On March 16, 1991 Latasha Harlin’s short life came to a violent end in the midst of racial tensions in LA, and became a major spark for the 1992 Los Angeles Riots. By the late 1980s, racial tensions were high in South Los Angeles. After the change in national immigration laws in 1965 a large number of Korean immigrants arrived in Los Angeles and by 1968 the first Korean-owned market opened in South Central LA. Longtime African American residents in the area at first welcomed the Koreans but eventually grew angry with them because they refused to hire black employees and often treated their customers poorly. By 1990, 65% of South Central businesses were Korean-owned and a 1992 survey of these storeowners revealed considerable racial prejudice against black customers and black people in general. Koreans in response argued that their attitudes evolved from high crime rates in the area and shop owner fears of shootings and burglaries. Latasha Harlins became a victim of these racial tensions on the morning of Saturday, March 16, 1991. She entered a store owned by a Korean family, to purchase a bottle of orange juice. As she approached the counter, Soon Ja Du, accused her of stealing after seeing her place the bottle in her backpack, despite her holding the $2 payment approaching the counter to pay. Du grabbed the bag and the two women had a violent scuffle. Harlins threw the juice bottle back on the counter and turned to leave the store when Du pulled a .38-caliber handgun and shot 15-year-old Harlins in the back of the head. Du was arrested and her trial was held on November 15, 1991. Security-camera footage which showed Harlins’ attempt to pay for the juice and the subsequent scuffle between the two women convinced a jury to find Du guilty of voluntary manslaughter. The Judge, Joyce Karlin, rejected the jury’s recommendation and instead sentenced Du to five years probation, 400 hours of community service, and a $500 fine.

One of the many reasons black people don't f*** with Asians like that and we should collectively drive them out of our neighborhoods

[dreamfaerye]

Watched A Love Song for Latasha and cried.

It's less than 20 mins long but had details that I didn't know. Like that her mother had also been murdered and she was helping her grandmother raise her younger siblings. That she protected other kids from bullies. I knew she wanted to be a lawyer but she also wanted to own a business with her best friend and do community outreach.

That Soon Ja Du, her murderer, had pulled her gun out and threatened people, other children, before.

Apparently, Du is still alive. May her death be excruciating and her soul never rest.

[thefoooconspiration]

du är där när jag vaknar

baby, allt som jag önskat få

vet jag har inga svar

för du är allt jag vill ha ;

[billluver0124]

"middle school shenanigans!"

synopsis : tom goes through his 'first love' experience with y/n! WARNINGS: there is none, its a fluff story !!

authors note: once again, @rottinglilys helped me with the plot of the story ! i hope you guy enjoy my lovies<3

it all started back last year in grade 7, tom had a MASSIVE crush on y/n. he would always catch himself staring at her in classes because they had most classes together.

he always adored how she looked; her hair, her eyes, her bubbly personality, her willingness to be kind towards those who dont deserve it. but most of all...her smile. toms heart used to explode like fireworks whenever he was blessed to see her smiled.

then on the day before spring break started, tom slipped her a note in her locker.

"Hey, ich bin in dich verknallt. Magst du mich auch?

ja oder nein ?-t.k"

y/n was so confused when she got the note. she didn't know what 't.k' stood for, until the very last hour of school. when tom decided to man up and go up to her.

"y/n!" he yelled, jogging up to her to catch her attention. she turns around "oh hi tom!" she said, smiling. tom almost fell to his knees right then and there, but no! he needed to tell her how she felt! "did you get my note?" tom asked, his hand wrapped around the back of his neck. then it hit y/n straight in the face, t.k = tom kaulitz, how could i be so fucking stupid? she thought to herself. "o-oh uh yea!" she answered nervously. "c-can i see it?" tom asked, y/n nervously giving it back. he opens it to see that it wasnt answered "you didnt answer it, do you not like me back?" tom felt his heart sting a little but it was soon reassured. "n-no i do like you, i like you a-a lot!..." y/n blurted out "i just didnt know what 't.k' meant at first until now..." tom chuckled, "what did you think it meant?" "i-i dont know...t-turkey kabob?" she joked, causing them to both laugh. after a moment of silence, tom speaks "so, are you my girlfriend now?" tom asked, not knowing where to go from here. y/n nods, giving him a hug. tom feels his heart flutter at the feeling of y/n in his arms. "you wanna hangout this weekend? ill ask my mom if its okay" she asked, tom nods "yea for sure! ill see you then"

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it was now grade 8, tom and y/n have been dating for a year! their families have grown fond of each other and they hangout at each others house after school most of the week and sometimes on weekends...

with the condition that the door must stay open of course...

today they were at toms house, tom was showing her a song he was playing some guitar for her and she just peacefully watched. y/n always admired toms talent on guitar, she knew he was gonna make it big one day.

after a little while, he puts the guitar away and pats a spot next to him "wanna cuddle liebe?" he asked, she smiles and lays next to him. he pulls her into his embrace, her pretty head rests upon his chest as he strokes her hair.

as tom stroked her hair, y/n found herself staring at a particular feature on his face, his lips. the pretty pink color, the way they curved into a smile whenever he was happy, and oh my god his lip piercing...y/ns never kissed anyone before, but she wanted to kiss him so bad. "is something wrong?" tom asked, slightly nervous. "nothing its just..." y/n took a breath before she finished her question "h-have you ever kissed anyone?" tom sighed "uhm, yeah..my babysitter when i was like..9" "oh.." "why? have you ever kissed anyone schatz?" tom asked, y/n looks down; embarassed "n-no, i havent.."

then almost immediately, tom got an idea in his little brain>.<

"do you want to have your first kiss?" "well, yeah every girl wants to have their first kiss" y/n joked "no schatzi..." tom chuckled "i mean do you want to have it...with me?" y/n hesitates for a moment, nervous of if shes a good kisser or not. shes really new to this! what if shes a bad kisser? what if she goes too far? but it couldnt be that bad right? its just a kiss for christs sake!

"yeah..is that okay tommy?" "its more than okay with me schatzi.." tom sat up, scooting closer to her "you ready?" he asked...

y/n nods, shakily moving her face closer to him. tom places a hand on her cheek then boom! their lips were sealed together! (aww so cute! >.<) y/n places a hand on his shoulder, deepening the kiss. then they let go because if they kissed any longer they would suffocate!

"woah.." y/n mumbled, tom chuckling at her reaction "did you like it?" "yeah i did" y/n said, softly smiling... "then we should kiss more often then hm?" tom said, smirking at his girlfriend.

[burstinn]

OBSESSIVE

Obsessed! König x Male! Reader

Warnings and notes:

You have been kidnapped

No proofreading again lazy writing

Bad German/ some words are translated

Mentioning that you are just an ordinary guy that works in a cafe. Lee mao

You had a breakdown and are now unresponsive to König. Though the breakdown is not mentioned you are unresponsive now.

"Du bist mein Mann"

König would whisper in your ear, slowly caressing your face lovingly. He didn't care if you cried or screamed, he didn't care if you denied your love for him.

You are his Husband.

And you would learn that soon, you better learn it soon.

He would leave you in his basement for God knows how long. He hid you down here ever since.. He took you..

°°°

You are a normal man really. You work at a small Cafe inthe suburbs as an asisstant manager. You go to the grocers every Friday. You would greet the old lady to help her with her chores everytime you could.

You had a routine, you had a normal life.

Until he came, König he called himself.

"Ahh.. E.. Es Tut.. Mer.. I'm sorry are you closed?"

Though he looked and sounded intimidating, His eyes looked very.. Meek and nervous when you first met him.

König was wearing all dark clothes that day, a hoodie and mask covering his face. His towering figure over the counter almost scared you off into saying 'yes we're closed'. Maybe you should've just said you were closed. So you wouldn't be in this situation. Locked up under this house.

"Oh! No no don't worry! You can order don't worry. You can be my last customer"

You could only see a small shine of happiness and relief in his eyes when you said you were still open. You should've just told him to fuck off..

It was already tiring to clean the equipment and floors and after making his order you had to reclean in again. Past work hours. You should've left hours ago. But you decided to be nice that day... Why.

"I'm sorry.. How much should I pay?"

"It's okay, it's on the house.. You can have your order for free"

You smiled at him.

And that's when he would come over to the cafe.. Every time. He almost became a regular.

But König had strange breaks in between.

It would be 2 weeks, 6 months, 3 months, and 1 year.

He would never explain why, but you shouldn't really ask.. It's none of your business anyway.

You would simply put on a smile at him everytime, cheerily greeting him and already asking him if he was gonna have his same order.

Hell, you even just saved a room for him. A corner in the store, it's obvious by his first meeting he was an anxious man. And you felt for him so everytime maybe to ease him a bit.

You would always strike up a conversation. Even if he doesn't answer, you would talk.

And he eventually did start engaging in conversations. Slowly but surely he would become more lively around you.

He would ask you would answer, you would ask he would answer as well. It was good.

You even had a reason why he had strange long breaks in between visits to the cafe. Apparently, he is a Colonel of a military. What an interesting man, knows how to shout orders but can't speak properly when ordering something?

It was good. Life was good.

You had known König for long enough that you have his number, know his address and know everything about his simple interest.

So does he, even something simple you mentioned he would know. Even if you didn't remember you said that. It impressed you.

He would send you gifts even when he was still in his job in the military. One time he walked in wearing his uniform. Imagine your surprise when it was König, all wide eyed and mouth agape.

"Oh.. Hi! Uhm.. What's your order?"

"Hallo! I'll have my usual, bitte"

"... ", " König..?"

"Ja? Ich bin König!"

"OH MY GOD"

It was funny, he would even do it at times.. But it was obvious he would only do it just to tease you or make fun of you or something.

You would visit his house at times, funnily he would still cover his face around you.. Even though you were friends for like 7 or 8 years?

He even taught you some German.

You'd hang out with each other out of work if König or you had matching schedules to even hang out.

So you guys both plan ahead, never missing any hang outs. Lest one of you got an emergency call.

°°°

It was nice.. Simple.

You got a new friend, and you had a routine life.

All of that stopped when you got a text from König that he would be gone to the military for a few months. Of course you were saddened by that of course you sent your sad faces and good lucks.

Making your way to work, getting bombarded with customers. And annoyingly, having to fix a machine by yourself while you tell the rest of the employees to go home for the night. Really it just decided to break when it was way past the time to get home? Having to stay over work time once again really ticks people off. Especially when you don't get paid for your overtime.

Atleast the whole place was clean. You just needed to fix the machine, and it took about... You stayed there for 1.5 hours trying to fix it. Fucking dammit, An angry smashing of the plates and tables was an order but you were to tired to do any of that. Instead you make sure everything is in check before closing the lights, getting your stuff and locking the place up.

Fucking finally. You can go home and rest..

Walking your way back should've been simple, you should've been safe this was a tight knit community. Everyone knew everyone, even new comers. No one would try anything but you had to be the one.

All was well til you felt gloved hands grab you from behind. Shoving you hard against the ground, covering your mouth as they blindfolded you and gagged your mouth

Someone should've heard you, especially when you managed to slip away and ran for a few miles before getting caught again. Being dragged back to the dark..

"Bitte, es tut mer leid.. It's okay"

Imagine the betrayal, you stop struggling looking behind you to see your friend. Dragging you to his car and shoving you inside.. Not before tying you up. All the while apologizing and trying to explain something.

Not like you were listening, all that mattered was the fact you were being kidnapped by your best friend.

°°°

"Leibing, I'm back"

2 clicks then loud thuds coming from the stairs as he makes his way down to the makeshift room König prepared for you. A bed, a small bathroom, a small kitchen with all the supplies you needed. No knives, König was smart enough to think you would try to kill him.. But worse yourself. He can defend himself easily from you.

Especially that one time you managed to break off a piece from the cabinet and trying to stab him.

He made sure to lock you down here longer.

He's not a monster though. He knows you have a system to do things so every twice a week he would bring you outside. Monitored.

If he was out on his job, he would just open a makeshift window for you to bask in the sun while he was away.

He would always stock your food, even giving you snacks.

He gave you a T. V, books, magazines, small toys and games to keep yourself entertained.

He bought you new clothes, he brought you gifts from his travels.

"Liebe? Are you hiding?"

Peek around the corner. There you are. You're curled up in a ball. Tired and emotionless as usual.

"You haven't been sleeping again, have you?"

He walks over to you, wrapping you in his arms

" Ich liebe dich so sehr.. You know that right?"

"It's why I did this.. es ist für dich"

You don't answer

You stopped answering just a few weeks ago

König missed your old personality, where was the cheerful you? The one who would strike up the conversation first.

But König knew why, He knew the consequences way back when he planned on doing this.

He planned this for so long to have you.

He could live with the changes, He could live with the fact that you probably hate him now.

Stockholm Syndrome was his hope of you loving him back, but he knew it would take a while. He can be patient, he waited long enough.

He cupped your face, lifting up his hood slightly to give you a loving kiss.

You stopped fighting back as well.

"Ich kann auf dich warten"

[billsbabydoll]

“𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓈ℯ 𝑔𝒾𝓇𝓁𝓈 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒸𝓁𝓊𝒷, 𝒾 𝑔ℴ𝓉 𝓂𝓎 ℯ𝓎ℯ𝓈 ℴ𝓃 𝓎ℴ𝓊.”

contains:SMUT<3

WARNINGS:drunk-sub!tom, drunk-softdom!reader, (ALL CONSENSUAL please drink safely), club-setting, pet-names, kissing, teasing, praising, oral (eating out), quickie, public-sex, established relationship.

notes:finally feeding you guys since barely anyone in the tokio hotel hastags is(im kidding dont crucify me)lol, also let me if you guys want more ****!sub and dom!reader stories in the future :).

ENJOY!!!

“cmon tom lets dance!”i drunkenly shouted to him over the chaotic noise and club music, as i stumbled up from the bar stool, tugging on his arm firmly dragging him up from his seat.

i some how managed to pull him into the crowded dance floor, the smell of booze and other bodies instantly filling my senses.i then leaned up against him, beginning to slowly grind and rock my body to beat of the song, his large hands quickly finding their way on my hips, helping me get into a synchronized rhythm.

“keep moving it just like that mama..”he lowly whispered into my ear, his hot breath fanning over my sweaty skin.

“like that baby?”i mumbled, tilting my head back a bit to meet his piercing gaze.

“j-ja ja (yes yes).”he stuttered, his half shut eyes and the sudden bulge poking my inner thigh instantly telling everything i needed to know.

i chuckled cockily before moving from up against him, now turning to face him and take toms hand in mine, directing him upstairs to the more quieter area.

“h-here?!are you crazy?!”he asked his eyes widening as i pulled him into a lonely and dark hallway, nothing but the flashing colored lights in our presence.

“why not tom, too scared?..”i teased back in a playful and childish tone, just adding more and more fuel to his burning desire.

“you know exactly what your doing when you talk like that gorgeous.”

he then in an instant pinned me up the graffitied wall, aggressively tangling his lips with mine, the feeling of his cold lip piercing pressing against my lips automatically sending shocks straight to my cunt.

i moan into his mouth, lifting my neck to which he immediately began peppering open-mouthed kisses along my skin, soon trailing down to my lower half, nearing my clothed sex.

“sag mir was du willst, meine engel ich werde es tun (tell me what you want my angel ill do it).”tom groaned, his cute little puppy eyes staring up into my own, just aching to devour me whole.

“lass m-mich in deinem verdammten g-gesicht abspritzen! (make me cum all over your fucking face).”i impatiently whined, lifting my tight dress up and ripping off my thin thong.

he licked his lips, looking back down and processing to bring his face closer to my drenched arousal, giving my cunt a few tender pecks then starting to lap his tongue in between my hungry folds.

his tongue was licking up and down, in between every crevice, sucking on my clit like a starved man, treating and eating my cunt like it was his last meal.

i could cum on the spot from how good this fucking feels.

“mmhm you t-taste so-”lick.

“fucking”lick.

“-good!”lick.

“y-your doing so ughh-goodd baby fuck!”i praised down at him, biting my lip at the delicious swirling of his tongue on my sweet spot.

he continues through, his jaw aching from working so hard but he was too mesmerized to pull away from my yummy taste and my sexy moans, he just cant get enough of my pussy.

soon a familiar feeling begins to build up in my core, my walls suddenly aching for release.

“p-please mama cum all over me!”he encouraged sensing my orgasm crashing in, his tongue now moving at a mouth watering pace, his strong hands coming up to squeeze and grip my thighs.

“mmhm!fuck tom fuck!”i cried out, the knot in my stomach fully unraveling all at once, my legs shaking as my juices spray over his tongue.

tom immediately licks up my nectar, coming up to seal me with a passionate kiss, the salty taste of myself lingering on his breath.

𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭,

***“TOKIO HOTEL STAR, TOM KAULITZ SPOTTED GIVING HIS GIRLFRIEND A FUN TIME AT THE CLUB?!”***

“really tom!whats wrong with you?!”bill shouted angrily storming towards us, tossing a magazine into toms lap.

“what bill?!-oh shit shit shit!”

THE END

[fraserbraw]

no worries at all!<3

could i request könig being jealous and protective over his bf? maybe one of könig’s friends is staring too hard, and he won’t stand for that!

no rush at all! take your time, love<3 and feel free to delete if this doesn’t interest you!!

ur so sweet anon! <3

jealous!könig

jealous könig lives in my head rent free, and i’m not ashamed <33

jealous könig my beloved

könig was already self conscious about being with you. he didn’t want to scare you off, especially not when he had just gotten his hands on a sweet little thing like you. plus, it was hard being a gay man in the military. he was a colonel, expected to be the best of the best, which also happened to include submitting to societal standards.

he kept you close to his chest because of this, making sure not a soul knew about the boy he had waiting at home for him. that isn’t to say that he didn’t like to show you off outside of his work though. you’d best believe he would take his sweet little boyfriend (who he called his husband, because you were basically married) to wherever he showed interest in. an aquarium, a park, some cafe he had never heard of. if his schätz wanted to go, they were going.

which is exactly what led you to this current situation. you had discovered a new club in the little austrian town he kept you hidden away in, and he wanted to treat you. he had just gotten back from deployment, bruises fresh and ears still ringing from too many explosions and not enough ear protection. you begged him to go, knowing he would quickly morph into a lazy lump of muscle and neediness as soon as he hit your shared bed.

so he went. he followed you to this club, despite his anxiety telling him to turn around and leave with you over his shoulder immediately. you seemed to be enjoying yourself, singing along to the too-loud music and rubbing against him in ways that he just had to assume were normal for couples in clubs. he tried to enjoy himself as well, but he couldn’t stand in this crowd of sticky, sweaty people for any longer.

he stepped outside to breathe for a second and a half, the black surgical mask he wore not providing nearly as much coverage as his sniper hood did. he went back inside after a few minutes, but you were nowhere to be found. hm. strange. then, he saw you. saw his sweet, harmless, and (in his eyes) defenseless boyfriend being hit on.

it took all of 3 seconds for the giant austrian to cross the club, standing behind you defensively. no matter how many “i have a boyfriend”s you shoved down the man’s throat, he didn’t get the hint. not until the aforementioned boyfriend towered over him.

“Sag noch ein Wort. Du traust dich ja nicht.”

könig didn’t say a word on the way home. he was brooding, jealousy hot and slick, clinging to his bones. he was so angry, vile thoughts creeping around in his mind. he hated feeling like this, his ruthlessness tied to you. you were sacred, his love, his soul. you didn’t deserve to be in the same place as the thoughts that made him könig on the battlefield.

when you got home, he had to take a second. you sat on the couch after changing into one of his giant shirts, nibbling on your nails as you waited for him to come to you with whatever was wrong. your könig rarely acted like this, and it made you nervous.

eventually he did come around, plopping down on the couch and pulling you into his hold. he buried his face in your neck, huffing your scent like the finest drug. you kissed his head before asking him what was on his mind.

“mein.”

you couldn’t help but smile a bit, kissing everywhere you could reach while trapped in his warm hold. “yes, my love. yours.”

safe to say, you made it up to him that night.

an: sorry this took so long, anon <333 i got uber busy with finals and blah blah blah. i hope you like it!!

[kineticpenguin]

i heard about the killdozer guy but what about the rooftop koreans?

During the LA riots in 1992 the LAPD abandoned minority neighborhoods, leaving the locals to fend for themselves. Some Korean families posted up on the roofs of their buildings to protect their businesses with guns. Without any other context, they've become something of a right-wing gun culture meme. Y'know, the whole "model minority defending their property against the savage hordes with glorious firearms" sorta thing, you can see the marketing appeal.

(And I do mean marketing quite literally, there are tons of Roof Korean merch churned out on Internet shops).

The thing is, this is a somewhat whitewashed version of events. Racial tensions had been inflamed between the local black and Korean communities recently, most intensely by the killing of Latasha Harlins by a Korean store owner, Soon Ja Du. Du accused Harlins of stealing juice even though she had money in hand to pay, initiated a physical conflict, and then shot Harlins in the back of the head when she was trying to flee the store. Du received a suspended sentence for manslaughter: five years' probation and 400 hours of community service, plus a $500 fine and Harlins' funeral costs. The killing is widely seen as a contributing factor to the 1992 riots, especially with regard to Koreatown being targeted.

As for the actual defensive actions by the "Rooftop Koreans," in practice it was kind of a disaster.

What's more, if you talk to the actual Koreans who were out there that day, they don't see anything to celebrate about it. If anything, they found the abandonment to be a wake-up call with regard to their standing in society: Second-class and fully expendable.

But because of the sanitized version of history that became a meme, you can guarantee every time there are mass protests and riots, some douchebags are going to run in, drop their pants, and start furiously cranking their hogs, moaning "we need roof Koreans!" for the duration.

[i4bellingham]

INSTAGRAM FILES: jude bellingham x reader x jamal musiala

SYNOPSIS: in which you and jude announce your break up and the events that soon follow after.

NOTES: please ignore the errors i made lol i freaking love doing social media au’s can you guys tell? 😍

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yourusername

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user1 YOU'RE BACK IN UR HOMETOWN !!!

user2 dortmund probably wasn't such a good place huh :/

alphonsodavies you should visit us at allianz arena soon!

yourusername will do phonzy!

user3 hasn't she just broken up with jude last month? 😟

user4 lmao she's been friends with musiala way before she even met jude 🤣

jamalmusiala10 lass uns bald mit den anderen losziehen ❤️ let's go out with the others soon

yourusername ja, lasst uns! yes, let's

user5 what on earth is happening 🙁

　

jamalmusiala10

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jamalmusiala10 herzlichen glückwunsch zum geburtstag an meinen seelenverwandten. du hast das grösste herz und die grösste liebe für jeden, aber es ist eine schande, dass nicht jeder das schätzt und sieht. denk immer daran, dass ich für dich da bin. ich liebe dich, nochmals herzlichen glückwunsch zum geburtstag ❤️ happy birthday to my soulmate. you have the biggest heart and love for everyone, but it's a shame that not everyone appreciates and sees that. always remember that i am here for you. i love you, happy birthday again.

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yourusername danke, bambi. ich habe großes glück, dich als freundin zu haben. cih leibe dich ❤️ thank you, bambi. i’m very lucky to have you as a friend. i love you

user1 JAMAL CALLED HER HIS SOULMATE AGAIN 😭❤️❤️

user2 atp i think we can say miss girl dated the wrong football player 😭😭

user3 he stopped calling her that (& vice versa) when she was still dating jude omfg my heart

user4 y/n l/n, through the eyes of jamal musiala 🥺

yourfriend lass uns bald zusammen essen gehen! let's have dinner together soon

　

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user1 lmfao that's literally jude and y/n

user2 jude cheated? 😟🙁

user3 man i used to root for them to last too ://

yourfriend just shows you can’t trust most guys these days 😐

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user4 that's so hypocritical of the girl lmaoooo 🤣🤣🤣 miss girl be upset that her famous and well loved man is cozying up with diff girls when she's out there flaunting her flirty ass relationship with her bsf 🤣🤣

user5 you're so fucking stupid harvard’s knocking at your door.

user6 the difference is that j*de did it while he was still in a fucking relationship. y/n on the other hand had been best friends with musiala since they were kids and continues to be the best of friends until now. if she decides to start a relationship with him why not? she's known him longer than she's ever known jude and truthfully, musiala acts more of a decent boyfriend than j*de ever was to her 😐

user7 user6 slay bestie. roast that fatherless bitch

　　　

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yourusername and i still ride with my day one ❤️

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user1 that caption though 😍

user2 date night 🙊

yourfriend looking stunning my love ! 😍💋

yourusername i miss you! we should get that dinner soon when you're back!

user3 after their breakup went viral more football players started following her oh my lord 🤭

jamalmusiala10 ❤️❤️❤️

user4 WAIT ARE Y'ALL TOGETHER OR WHAT ?????

user5 lmfao u forgot jude that easily? 🤣

user6 it's been 7 months bestie move the fuck on

yourmom beautiful 😍

yourfriend2 the audacity to have to look this beautiful 😩

[m00nxghost]

König x Reader Drabble

A/N: Fluffiness,Gn!reader,O.C.C,reader has no physical appearance or race,no use of pronouns other than "you",mention of y/n

My German is not fluent! I'm sorry for any mistakes, I accept constructive criticism and help! I used the translator

I hope you guys enjoy it!

It was an afternoon in Vienna, the shops were open, cafés were crowded, especially in winter, each shop or café was different from the others, some were rustic, cottage, simple and other varieties. You walked through the streets admiring it because it was your first time in Vienna, a friend of yours invited you to take this trip to spend the holiday there, as it had been a while since you had seen them. However, you needed help, you were not fluent in German and because it was your first time in Vienna You didn't know the place, while you tried to look at the address on the map on your cell phone you became more confused, meanwhile on the other side of the street there was a tall young man reaching the height of a door, he has long red hair with a touch of salt and pepper, he wears a mask covering his mouth and nose, jeans, and a long coat covering him and to top it off a scarf. He was in a coffee shop having to bend down a little because of his height. After he paid for his coffee and picked it up, he walked again and came across you on the other side of the street, he looked at you curiously and seeing that you were trying to ask for some information, apparently you weren't very fluent in German,Konig decided to go to you and as soon as he got closer you noticed by his shadow, giving you a slight fright you looked at him, you couldn't believe how handsome he was, beautiful pairs of ice blue eyes. He clears his throat and has a beautiful accent

‐König: Hallo, bist du verloren? (Hello, are you lost?)

You just looked at him confused, I don't really understand the last part

‐König: Oh sorry, are you lost?

You nodded your head, as a sign of yes

‐König: Oh ja, In that case I can help you

You noticed by the look in his eyes that he gave a small smile, making your cheeks heat up and your heart skip a beat. You smiled back and showed the address, he analyzed it and signaled for you to follow him. As the two of you walked, you felt safe and warm because of the heat radiating from könig's body. He is quiet just like you are but soon he thought about having a conversation to kill the silence he was all confident

‐König: Dann, what are you doing here? Did you come to spend the holiday with your family? he seemed genuinely curious about you

You smiled and answered him

‐Y/n: I'm here to spend the holiday with a friend, he just nodded and then asked

‐König: What is your name? My name is König

You smiled and spoke and decided to answer him "Y/N"

‐König: Oh, a beautiful name

You blushed at this little compliment, the way you talked. Arriving at your destination he handed you a paper, He looked at you with a smile on his face, your company made him feel good first of all on this slightly cold afternoon in Vienna,könig really enjoyed your company, just like you liked him, you took advantage of the moment and asked him if he wanted to have a coffee with him one day. He looked at you before answering.

‐König: Ja, I'd love to have a coffee with you y/n

And in the heat of the moment he brushed a strand of hair from your face and then said goodbye with a kiss on your forehead. So he went back on his way, you smiled to yourself, opening the paper containing his phone number. So starting with an incredible afternoon and then a meeting with a handsome "mysterious" guy

Final notes: Good night/afternoon/day I wrote this drabble about our favorite Austrian <3, I really like könig. A huge thanks to @konig-s-hood for recommending him to write, It was longer than I expected but I hope you like it!

[unscharf-an-den-raendern]

Schloss Einstein Folge 1055

Gerade kurz in mein Postfach geschaut, anscheinend wird es extrem dramatisch. Bin nur bereit, wenn wir wenigstens Joel Comfort kriegen. Eigentlich nicht mal dann.

Noah telefoniert mit jemandem und kriegt dann einen Wutausbruch. Psychotherapie in Ihrer Umgebung - Rufen Sie jetzt an!

Noahs "Ich hab Scheiße gebaut" bezieht sich auf seinen Wutausbruch. Okay, dann warten wir wohl doch länger darauf, dass er das mit Colin einsieht.

Wenigstens erfahren wir, mit wem Noah da telefoniert hat: Mit seinem Vater. Er wollte mit ihm reden, weil seine neue Freundin ihm das geraten hat. Noah: "Schön, dass es denen immer erst später auffällt." Colin: "Besser, als wenn es ihnen nie auffällt." Noah: "Für deinen Optimismus sollte ich dich hauen."

Noch lächelt Colin. Noch.

Reena hat Chiara versprochen, sich während ihrer Abwesenheit um den Schulgarten zu kümmern. Wo ist eigentlich Sirius? Schon Folge 3 und er wurde bisher nicht ein Mal erwähnt.

Noah bittet Ava, die Requisite zu reparieren, die er bei seinem Wutanfall kaputt gemacht hat, doch die lehnt ab.

Joel bemerkt, dass Colin wieder mit Noah redet und wir kriegen die "Warum machst du das?" Szene. Colin: "Was?" Joel: "Dir selbst absichtlich wehtun." Ich LIEBE Protective Joel einfach so sehr!

Annika und Marlon müssen in Chemie eine Präsentation vorbereiten, während Nesrin mit Simon zusammenarbeiten muss. Und los geht's mit dem Love Quadrat!

Marlon: "Schwefelsäure. Klingt ja ätzend." *ba-dum-tss* Den find sogar ich schlecht und mein Lieblingswitz ist "Was macht die Security in einer Nudelfabrik? Die pasta auf."

Mikka bietet Reena an, ihr beim Schulgarten zu helfen. Yay, endlich wird diese Freundschaft weiter ausgebaut!

Im ShareSpace: Colin hat von Massuda was organisiert, während Joel im Hintergrund an seinem Pastinakenprojekt arbeitet (und aufpasst, dass Noah seinem Boyfriend Zimmernachbar auch ja nichts antut).

JOLIN MOMENT!

FUCK DIE SCHMINKSZENE NEIN!

NOAH DU SIEHST IHN SO AN UND DANN WILLST DU MIR SAGEN DASS DU NICHT IN IHN VERLIEBT BIST?

Wenigstens ist Joel noch da und passt auf.

Mikka: "Eigentlich hat Sirius immer Gemüse angebaut." WO IST ER?

Reena liefert die Erklärung: Sirius ist wieder zurück zu seinen Eltern gegangen. Chiara kommt dafür später wieder, sobald sie das Kleiderkarussell an verschiedenen Schulen vorgestellt hat. Ist so ein "Thüringer Förderprogramm".

Colin hat sich mal wieder allein irgendwohin verkrochen, doch Noah findet ihn und fragt, was los ist. Noah: "Alles okay?" *fasst Colin an* Colin: "Lass das!" - Das Schloss Einstein Fandom, wenn jemand "Ist das okay?" sagt.

Colin geigt Noah seine Meinung: "Es kotzt mich so an, dass du so tust, als wäre nie was passiert. Als hätte ich dir nie von meinen Gefühlen erzählt. [...] Ich versteh's nicht. Ist es, weil ich ein Typ bin?" Noah: "Was? Nein, das hat damit nichts zu tun!" Colin: "Womit dann? Wieso ist da nichts bei dir?" Noah: "Du machst alles kaputt! Du bist der einzig normale Mensch für mich hier! Ich brauch dich. Als Freund." Colin: "Für mich ist da aber mehr. Ich bin nur wegen dir nicht zu Julia nach NRW gegangen." Noah: "Hab ich dich drum gebeten? GEH DOCH!"

Ich...brauch kurz ne Sekunde.

NOAH! NEIN!!!! WARUM??? WARUM????

Noah: "Machst eh alles kaputt mit deinem Gefühlsscheiß!"

Noah: "Ja genau, verpiss dich!"

NOAH ES REICHT JETZT!

Joel, bitte schrei ihn an. Oder schubs ihn. Meinetwegen auch die Treppe runter.

Badu Mention!

Annika hat sich in Hausers Sportmodul eingeschrieben, um auch in der Schule Zeit mit Nesrin zu verbringen, muss aber feststellen, dass es einfach nichts für sie ist.

Mikka hat Verstärkung mitgebracht: Leon will jetzt auch im Schulgarten mithelfen. Der ist jetzt nämlich auch eine "Ich vermisse jemanden" Selbsthilfegruppe - Mikka vermisst Casper, Leon vermisst Io und Reena vermisst Chiara.

Natürlich braucht die Selbsthilfegruppe auch einen Namen. Mikka schlägt "Club der halben Herzen" vor. Autsch, too soon.

Annika möchte nicht aufgeben und macht trotz Erschöpfung mit dem Training weiter. Marlon: "Warum tust du dir sowas an?".

Schließlich muss sie trotzdem einsehen, dass Sport einfach nichts für sie ist. Nesrin nimmt es total gelassen auf, hat aber eigentlich nur Augen für Simon. Der hat gerade ein "richtig mieses Zungenbrecherwort" gefunden: Gaswaschflasche.

Joel will Colin natürlich davon abhalten, die Schule zu wechseln. Er schlägt vor, dass sie ja zu Frau Schiller gehen und sie bitten können, dass Noah das Zimmer wechselt. Colin lehnt ab. Joel braucht ihn aber - für sein Pastinaken-Business.

Colin: "Remote bleib ich immer Teil des Teams. Versprochen." Joel (kurz vorm heulen): "Remote ist aber nicht das gleiche". Angeblich hat er mit Julia telefoniert und Colins Schulplatz ist leider schon weg. Außerdem sind alle Schulen in NRW wegen Lehrermangel geschlossen.

Als das auch nicht funktioniert, muss sich Joel neue Argumente überlegen: "Die Bratwürste in NRW sind furchtbar!" (Thüringer Klöße Bratwurst, die mag ich sehr)

JOLIN HUG NUMMER 2

Colin: Alles gut :)

Joel: *hat gerade jeglichen Lebenswillen verloren*

Er sieht aus wie ein armer verlassener Hund, der in strömenden Regen auf einem Rastplatz ausgesetzt wurde! NOAH TEMEL SIEH WAS DU ANGERICHTET HAST!

Noah sieht Colin beim Packen: "Haust du jetzt ab oder was?" JA TUT ER! WEGEN DIR! Colin: "Ich geh zu Julia." Noah: "Whatever." WHATEVER? DAS IST DEINE EINZIGE REAKTION?

Halt warte, es ist nicht Noahs einzige Reaktion. Es kommt noch eine: "Mach, was du willst. Dann geh doch. Mir doch egal." NOAH BIST DU EIGENTLICH KOMPLETT BEKLOPPT!

Joel bitte schrei ihn an. Schlag ihm in die Fresse. Schubs ihn die Treppe runter. Mir egal. Aber mach was.

[mlmxreader]

Thick Hoodie | König x trans!reader

Anonymous asked: hi I absolutely ADORE your writing!!! I have a request of könig x trans!reader with the prompts "i didnt wanna wake you up, im sorry" and "thats my hoodie, not yours." where könig comes home from deployment and sees the reader asleep on the couch in his hoodie and he takes them up to bed but they end up waking up and then they both end up talking a bit. and then könig teases the reader for wearing his hoodie.

thank you 🙏

summary: König comes home at last.

tws: swearing

The sound of music was the first thing that König noticed when he approached the door, the skies above him a dark grey and spotted with black as the rain continued to stay on tap, dampening the hood of his thick fleece jacket as he foraged for his keys inside of his pocket; he could recognise the song with ease, knew it well enough to immediately know what the lyrics were, 'The Red Baron' by Sabaton. He smiled, pulling his hood down once he got the keys and opened the door.

He kicked his boots off, took his jacket off in order to hang it up, and placed his bag down gently before he paused at the living room doorway; a fond smile came to his face as he leaned against the frame, hunched over a little bit as he folded his arms across his chest and looked at you with a certain glint in his eyes as he hummed softly and dared to steal a quick look at the television.

The album art for Sabaton's 'The Great War' took up the screen, and he soon enough returned his gaze to you.

On the sofa, you were sound asleep, wrapped up in the silver coloured blanket that often was kept on the bed underneath the thick black silk duvet; he could see that you were cuddled into the green camoflauge patterned teddy bear with your country's rugby union uniform on, the one he had gotten you so many years ago so that you wouldn't miss him so much when he was deployed.

He sprayed it with his cologne daily when he was home, wanting to make sure that it smelled like him when he needed to leave; the soft light of the television glittered across your features, and König couldn't help but to think about how you looked so good, so peaceful, in that very moment. Without a doubt, you were stunning.

König didn't want to wake you, he really didn't, but he knew that you would have a sore neck in the morning if he left you there, so he padded across the room as quietly as he could, and squatted in front of the sofa as he gently laid his hand on your arm, and softly shook you.

"Mein Bärchen, it's time to wake up," he said tenderly. "C'mon, we're going to bed."

You stirred a little, grumbling as you dared to slowly sit yourself upright, rubbing your eyes as you yawned and stretched. "'m sorry, I tried to wait up for you..."

"Ist kein problem," König replied sweetly, "aber, es ist sehr spät, und du bist schläfrig."

You smiled as you nodded, daring to yawn again. "I am really fucking tired."

"Come on," he coaxed. "We'll go to bed, ja?"

You snuggled down again, shaking your head as you dared to fall back asleep, and although he didn't want to pester you, König couldn't stop himself; he gently tugged you into his embrace, your legs over one arm and your back resting against the other as he hoisted you up and started to carry you through to the bedroom.

It was then that he noticed. You were wearing his thick hoodie, the dark green camoflauge patterned one that he often wore during the winter, and although he wanted to tease you about it, he couldn't bring himself to wake you up; you were so sound that you didn't even stir when he placed you in the bed, nudging you over to your side; he removed his shirt, and stripped his trousers off, before he dared to get in beside you.

König had always liked sleeping on the side of the bed that wasn't against the wall, as he liked to think that if anyone wanted to cause trouble - such as a burglar - then he would be the first to be up and to defend you both, as although he knew you were perfectly capable of looking after yourself thanks to your SAS career, it helped him put his mind at ease to think that he would be the one in any immediate danger if he was the first one up.

He was just pulling the blanket up to his shoulders when you finally stirred, putting the teddy bear behind you so that you could snuggle into his side; your head on his chest as your hand came to rest on his stomach while he dared to slip his arm around you, holding you tightly against him as his hand gently moved up and down your upper arm, even daring to run over your shoulder a little.

"I didn't wanna wake you up, I'm sorry," he murmured, frowning slightly.

But you shook your head, daring to press a kiss to his neck, the exact same spot where you often left a hickey. "It's alright, maus... it's more comfy with you, anyway."

"Natürlich," König laughed. "I like it better mit dir hier, anyway... aber, that's my hoodie, not yours."

You smiled, he could feel it against his neck as you snuggled into him that little bit more. "You should've known that if you didn't want it borrowed, you shouldn't have left it."

"Dieb," he teased as a grin came to his face, daring to laugh again. "My favourite thief, though."

"You, uhm..." you hummed as you thought about the best way to word it. "Did you tell the lads at KorTac about me?"

König nodded. "Oh, ja! You know ich liebe dich, (y/n)... why wouldn't I?"

"The fact that I'm trans," you admitted quietly. "Y'know, I thought you'd be... I dunno..."

"Ich liebe dich," he insisted. "I love you for you. Not in spite of... well, maybe in spite of the fact that you steal my hoodies."

You chuckled softly at the teasing remark. "That's all?"

"Ja," he nodded. "I didn't tell them you're a thief, though."

"König," you shook your head fondly. "I'm not a thief!"

"You steal my hoodies," he pointed out. "Mein Bärchen, I love you for everything about you - but not your stealing."

"I hate you, Maus," you joked. "Maybe we ought to see about having a ketubah."

"You mean that?" He asked softly.

"Yeah..." you nodded. "I mean, don't you think it'd be a good idea? We did say a while ago that it'd be nice to stand under a chuppah together, didn't we?"

"Ja, ja, we did," König agreed, a bright smile coming to his lips. "If you feel it's the right time, Bärchen, I will be happy to do it."

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[s65ns]

Harry Styles

One-Shots:

i need a hug. | wattpad link. [complete]

bestfriend!harry x oc!jas

in which Jas just needs a hug and who better to give her a hug than her best friend, Harry.

Series:

Out of Time. | wattpad link. [in progress]

stranger!harry x oc!evelyn

"Hors du temps, Harry." Evelyn said softly. She raised her frail hand to caress Harry's face. Harry placed his hand over her's. "What does that mean?" he asked. There's a moment of silence before Evelyn whispers, "We're out of time."

more to come soon!

[notreallyimportant]

I just want one summer of peace.

Cyrus Belton, a 14 year old child, was murdered by Rick Chow. Why? Because Chow assumed he was shoplifting ( and his own security cameras proved that Cyrus didn’t). This is very reminiscent of Latasha Harlins, who was 15 years old and was murdered by the shop owner Soon Ja Du because she suspected Latasha of shoplifting.

Chow’s store has been wrecked by locals, like what happened with Du’s shop.

Many articles note that Chow has dealt with many shoplifting incidences in the past, but to chase and kill a child over a water bottle is extreme and is no way justifiable. From what I understand, Chow is being held without bond.

[sahnejungsliebhaber]

In meiner Seminargruppe an der Uni sitzt so ein süßer schnuckeliger Bursche. Alle machen ihm schöne Augen. Ich habe nicht getraut ihn anzuflirten. Aber neulich auf einem Jahrmarkt hatte eine verhuzeltes warziges Weib einen Stand mit angeblich Zaubertränken aller Art. Obwohl ich wusste das dies Scharlatanerie war, fragte ich in meiner Verzweiflung nach einem Liebestrank. Sie meinte, dies sei zu gefährlich, man könne nicht sicherstellen wen oder was die verzauberte Person als erstes bei Wirkungsbeginn erblicke. Sicherer sei es, wenn ich die Form annehme, die er attraktiv fände. Kaum hatte ich den Trank gekauft und getrunken bekam ich Appetit auf alles was extrem kalorienreich ist und hatte keine Lust auf Sport. Schnell wurde ich zu meiner Verzweiflung dick. Gestern sprach mich aber diese Schönheit mich an, nach der Vorlesung, wo ich wieder Donuts gefressen hatte. „Du hast ja einen gesunden Appetit und das sieht man dir inzwischen auch an. Ich liebe Jungs, die einige Polster angesetzt haben. Lass uns doch in die Cafeteria gehen, ich lade dich ein.“ Er hat mich mit Bergen an Essen überfüttert und mich fürs Wochenende zu sich nach Hause eingeladen. Er will mich zu einem feisten Schwein mästen. Und jetzt habe ich schon wieder Hunger.

In my seminar group at university there's a really cute boy. Everyone makes eyes at him. I didn't dare flirt with him. But the other day at a funfair, there was a old warty woman with a stall supposedly selling all kinds of magic potions. Although I knew it was charlatanry, in desperation I asked for a love potion. She said it was too dangerous, you couldn't be sure who or what the enchanted person would see first when the potion took effect. It would be safer if I took the form he found attractive. As soon as I had bought and drunk the potion, I got an appetite for everything that was extremely high in calories and had no desire to exercise. To my despair, I quickly became fat. Yesterday, however, this beauty approached me after the lecture, where I had eaten donuts again. "You have a healthy appetite and it shows. I love boys who have put on some pads. Let's go to the cafeteria, I'll buy you lunch." He has overfed me with mountains of food and invited me to his house for the weekend. He wants to fatten me up into a fat pig. And now I'm hungry again.

[kingmagnificoofrosas]

Es tut mir leid euch nochmal zu stören eure Majestät..

Aber ich habe etwas vergessen. Ich hab vergessen mein liebes Haustier zu vorzustellen. *deute auf ein kleinen schüchternen löwenbaby* Das ist mein Haustier Simba. Ungefähr noch so klein wie Valentino. Simba ist voll nett. Und schüchternd wie ihr sehen könnt.. er liebt außerdem es zu knuddeln und er liebt es wenn ihn jemand sein Lieblingsessen serviert. Er isst nähmlich Larven…

So ich wollte auch nicht lange stören. Ich wünsche euch ein schönen Abend noch.

@tollpatschige-asha2024

Oh! OH! OH DEAR! A lion cub .... is this really a lion cub I'm seeing?

Oh! OH! MEINE GÜTE! Ein Löwenjunges ... ist das tatsächlich ein Löwenjunges das ich da sehe?

It is, mi amor. Don't freak out. Just hear what she has to say first.

Ja ist es, mi amor. Nicht ausflippen! Hör dir erstmal an, was sie zu sagen hat.

*leans in and mumbles* A lion! Mo chroí! We have venomous snakes, scorpions and spiders, owls and bugs and things and now a LION? My kingdom is turning into a zoo!

Ein Löwe, mein Herz! Wir haben Giftschlangen, Skorpione und Spinnen, Eulen und Käfer und sowas und jetzt ein Löwe?? Mein Königreich wird zu einem Zoo!

*chuckles* Don't be ridiculous. It's just a baby lion.

Sei nicht albern. Es ist doch nur ein Löwenbaby.

It will grow, and then what?

Es wird wachsen. Und dann was?

Listen to it's owner, darling.

Hör einfach der Besitzerin zu, Schatz.

Yes ... *clears throat* Hello, dear ... so ... Simba it is, yes? All baby animals are cute and sweet ... and then they grow. What will you do once that cub is grown? Such an animal needs lots of space and .... lots of food. Even if tamed. A lion isn't a mere housecat.

Ja ... Hallo, meine Liebe ... also ... Simba war es, ja? Alle Babytiere sind am Anfang süß und niedlich ... und dann werden sie groß. Was willst du machen, wenn dieses Junges ausgewachsen ist? So ein Tier brauch sehr viel Platz ... und sehr viel Essen. Ein Löwe ist keine einfache Hauskatze.

King Akim does have tigers doesn't he?

König Akim hat doch Tiger, oder?

*groan* Yes, honey. Exactly. I told you he wanted to give me a monkey last time we saw each other ... he's .... a little ... *clears throat*

Ja, Liebling. Genau das. Ich habe dir doch erzählt, dass er mir das letzte mal, als wir uns sahen, einen Affen geben wollte. Er ist ein bisschen ... *räuspert sich*

Crazy?

Verrückt?

A little bit ... and that was the summer before I ... that thing with the book happened ...

Ein wenig ... und das war der Sommer bevor ich ... diese Sache mit dem Buch passiert ist ...

*caresses his arm* Well, if Akim can keep tigers, she surely can keep a lion. And he eats larvae.

*streichelt seinen Arm* Tja, wenn Akim Tiger halten kann, dann kann sie bestimmt einen Löwen halten. Und er frisst Larven.

Yet he does. Soon he'll need much more than that ... Anyway.

Noch. Bald wird er viel mehr als das brauchen. Wie auch immer ...

*whispers* Do you also think she somehow looks a lot like Asha?

Findest du auch, dass sie Asha irgendwie sehr ähnlich sieht?

*turns to his wife slightly to whisper back* You think that too? Maybe it's her cousin and she never said a thing?

Du denkst das auch? Vielleicht ist das ihre Kusine und sie hat uns nichts gesagt?

We can ask her later. Now ... I really want to pet this baby lion now! *comes down the podium* Hello, cutie! May I pet your lion cub? Yes? Awww you're such a cutie!!! Who's a good lion? Hmm? You are a good lion! Yes you are!!!

Wir können sie später fragen. Jetzt aber ... will ich diesen Babylöwen streicheln! Hallo du Süßer! Darf ich dein Löwenjunges streicheln? Ja? Ooooohh du bist so ein Süßer! Wer ist ein guter Löwe? Du bist ein guter Löwe! Ja das bist du!

*watches his wife fondle the baby lion* ❤️ .... *very much in love sigh*