#these assholes couldnt do feelings right if they tried but gosh

[imaginejolls]

look i don’t go there anymore, but i re-read my old raven/bellamy fic and now i have all of these feelings...

[not-your-fucking-kacchan]

Hello,can you do a headcanon about hinata x childhood!reader?

The reader always support hinata whenever he's playing volleyball,i think it's cute.

I absolutely adore this omg!

Also i conpletely forgot that you said headcannon and not fic, but when i realised i was already halfway through and it was too late to regret it 💀

Masterlist<3

Hinata x Reader

Hinata had been passionate about volleyball for as long as you could remember. There was never a time where you hadn't known him to be obsessed with the sport.

Obviously you hadn't been friends with him his whole life, but the two of you had been thick as thieves since you had first met. Some would say you were attached at the hip.

So when he didn't grow out of what people called this "childish phase" of being obsessed with the sport, you really weren't surprised. He had a passion. You weren't sure what was so wrong with that.

Life seemed so confusing as a kid. It was all "you should find your passion and stick to it! Enjoy life! Hobbies are healthy!" Until you actually found something you liked. Then it was "that's not how the real world works. You're obsessed! You're acting like a child!"

It's just a game. What's the harm in having fun?

It didn't matter to you, though. Hinata was your ride or die, and you would stick with him! If Hinata wants to play volleyball, then he should be able to do what he wants and the parents could stuff it. Sucks to suck.

And stick with him you did. You've not missed a single one of his big games, and you were always in the stands cheering him on, whether it be through victory or a crushing defeat.

You only wished you could play along with him, but you're a girl, and would have to join the girl's team and to be honest, you were never very good at volleyball anyway. You would've just dragged their team down.

Whatever. Sucks to suck, right?

You've never told him how many times you've backed him up when he wasn't even there, speaking up against passing people who made comments on how hard he tries for something so seemingly irrellivant. What assholes. You've always backed his corner though.

You both met when you were little, when you ran straight into eachother and collided headfirst during a big game of tag in the playground. Though, when people ask, you like to just say "i broke his nose" and leave it at that.

You sit at the bleachers, watching Hinata fly sky high as he smacks the ball down into the opposing team's court, winning the game by a few points. As much as he likes to explain all of the rules and positions in the game over and over, you just never really understood. But that was okay, because for what you lacked in understanding, you more than made up for in support and encouragment.

You leap over the bleachers like a wild kangaroo, practically bouncing up to the buzzing ginger and enveloping him into a hug while he talks to Suga. The team don't really know you all that well, but when that Tanaka boy spots you, he sure wishes he does.

Hinata goes stiff as a board as you attach yourself to him like some sort of koala person, squishing him with the might of a bear and rambling on abput how proud you are, his blush rushing all the way down to his toes.

He feels like the luckiest person on earth right now, his teammates and friends with him as they bask in the glory of their recent triumph, and his bestie at his back, cuddling him and giggling about something along the lines of "flying sky high". He doesn't remember you ever being the type of person to try drugs, but- hey... don't knock it 'till you try??

"Oh gosh i almost set my house on fire this morning because i forgot you can't put forks in the microwave- but here i am! And boy am i glad because i couldnt bear to miss this! Gotta be here- i mean, why break tradition, huh? Never missed a game yet! -Because what are we? For lifers!-"

Your pointless rambling is cut off as Hinata hugs you back, having managed to spin you around while he starts on a pointless ramble on his own.

The team watches on in horror as you both seem to speak in your own private language, your synchronised rambling and jumping around signalling that Hinata may be a duplicate.

Tobio deadpanns. "It was already too much with just one of that idiot. Now we've got another one?"

Neither of you notice though, and you're too busy making synchronised squealing noises and jumping around to notice the comment, but just seeing you here in support for Hinata's dream is enough for most of them.

And with open arms, the team comes to recognise you as Hinata's number one, and just as valuable of a friend.

This video is obviously not mine lmfao but omfg this is exactly how i imagine reader and hinata to be like together 💀💀💀

[bladekindeyewear]

HS^2 bloggin’ mainline 2020-09-15

This caught me laaaate at night gosh I’m tired but I’m gonna get it outta the way so it won’t stick in my craw!  Already saw the first page, so it’s time for:

> CHAPTER 13. The Funeral

Church with chess symbols at the peaks and a Prospit/Derse or Hope/Rage split color theme on the stained glass windows.

JANE: Dearly beloved...

> (==>)

Trolls, humans, and papparazzi.  Oh, hm, this church is RATHER carapacian isn’t it?  Between the chess and the continuing Prospit-Derse themes, like how this corresponds to how they align in the incipisphere top-left to bottom-right if I recall:

(Minus the outlying orbs to the left and right for symmetry.)

That twisted pattern is interesting, and not quite a spirograph.  Is that gonna be important later?  If we’re going to get some sort of class chart later in the comic, it’d be easy for them to hint at the chart’s graphical structure subtly by dropping it places like here.

JANE: Ladies... JANE: Gentlemen... JANE: News outlets... JANE: And other valued members of the Human Nation State.

Technically true, but still odd to hear--  ...oh right, I forgot this was asshole dictator-wannabe Jane, too.

I read an interesting twitter thread recently about the intense psychological distinction between wanting to BE the best, and wanting to be TREATED like you’re the best.  Epilogues/HS^2 Jane is kind of written as a case study on the pitfalls of leaning on the latter instead of the former.

> (==>)

They brought Yiffy WITH them-!?  --Oh right.  The hostage exchange was supposed to happen here wasn’t it.

Yiffy definitely looks like a Harley-Lalonde daughter in this shot.

JANE: Gamzee Makara, High Court Jester, exalted saint of the purple veil, has left us to traverse that grand, gay carnival in the sky, where, I am told by various members of the clownly cloth, he will spend the rest of history, honking in grand tribute to the Mirthful Messiah.

SINGULAR???

Weird.  Is it because Alt!Callie “won” here?

Or is Jane just forgetting because she’s culturally used to monotheism (ironically) and is insensitive.

JANE: And my first memory of our Purple Prince, was his robust codpiece--

Wow.

> (==>)

JANE: --As he offered me his friendly support, along with the sacred blood of his brethren, the holy sacrament--

He STILL killed trolls??! (EDIT: No, a friend points out that she's talking about when she met him first in Act 6 and he tried selling bottles of troll blood to her. EDIT2: -which may be another inconsistency, since Vriska supposedly overwrote that post-retcon.)

> (==>)

It takes Jake a few seconds of puzzled eye contact before he catches exactly what it is Yiffany is tossing down. In his defense, he is distracted by his wife’s speech, which is doing the emotional equivalent of wringing him out like a wet towel, before using that towel to slap the sweaty buttocks of a large, odorous man. Even if he knows everything she’s saying is a load of horsefeathers, it does nothing for his composure to hear her heap praise on that smelly, homewrecking clown.

Bad things about Gamzee deserve to be said here, yes.

Jake wonders what she’ll say about him, at his own funeral.

Now those are some uncomfortable thoughts.

He narrows his eyes in Yiffany’s direction. She’s a lovely girl, really. He wishes he could have gotten to know her under better circumstances. He’d known she existed, of course--Jane had complained about her often enough--but they’d never had much chance to get acquainted. He rather believes her and Tavvy would have been fast friends.

Then again, perhaps it’s better that she never had much of a chance to get to know his family.

He lets go of the leash.

Yep, there’s a plan to set in motion that he’s probably already discussed with her privately.  Gotta unite this four-kid team after all.

> (==>)

Wait, are you ATTACKING?!?  --Of course you’re attacking.  You would even if the plan was something different, wouldn’t you.

JANE: And I know that at times like these it is easy to want to give in. JANE: To throw in the towel, and turn our faces away from the light of democracy and moral fortitude that we, the citizens of the human kingdom, are blessed with from birth. JANE: God knows I’ve had my own faith tested in the last few weeks.

Jesus Christ, what has she turned the place into, a fucking theocracy?

She sounds like the leader of some screwed-up, fundamentalist country!  Like the United States!

*rimshot*

JANE: As many of you know, I did not grow up with the same privileges that all of you enjoy.

Jesus.

JANE: I was born on proto-Earth, that half-finished dystopia mangled by the ravages of foolish leadership and endless war.

Jesus, she really IS a self-evident takedown of hypocritical entitled political figures.  With the bonuses having Jasprose explicitly ADDRESS said entitlement to make things even clearer cut.

JANE: And as for Gamzee, well, his upbringing was even worse. JANE: He was born to a violent and uncaring home, a lonely child with few natural gifts.

...Some natural gifts and status.

> (==>)

She’s just, shaking with fury here isn’t she?  And about to perform an impressive corpse-lob.

JANE: It would be simple to let this disgusting, vile, SHAMEFUL act of spiteful revenge turn us away from the blinding light of the sword of justice that hangs over us all--

This sentence seems suspicious so I’m quoting it to refer to later if I need to, but is probably just platitudes.

> (==>)

JANE: Poised

> (==>)

JANE: Trembling

Okay maybe the sword’s a dick, but what exactly is Yiffany doing??  I’m finding it difficult as usual to tell between some of these image transitions.

> (==>)

JANE: Ready to burst forth--

Bad PR to shock-collar a kid mid press junket.  (Very dicks description.)

> (==>)

Click.  (Did they swap the shock function with Jane’s necklace somehow, that’d be fun.)

JANE: I want to give up, at times. I understand your pain.

While shocking a kid?  GREAT PR.

> (==>)

JANE: I sympathize with your pain.

Wow, those horrified audience members.  She REALLY can’t even see herself anymore can she?  Not even hear herself.  And they’re making sure this is pointed out to EVERYONE watching.  They described this as in large part a PR campaign to defeat her, didn’t they?

> (==>)

Great furious businesswoman-villain look, that art.

JANE: But when that pain! Becomes too hard! To endure! JANE: Remember poor, lifeless Gamzee! Who suffered pain far worse than any of us could ever fathom! JANE: THE PAIN OF BETRAYAL!

Click click click.  This is a fun sequence.

> (==>)

DIRK: Dude, didn’t you lower the voltage on that shock collar? DIRK: Little Red isn’t looking so hot. JAKE: Yes of course i did but the damn doohickys got the kick of a donkey! JAKE: I couldnt remove it completely shed know i was the one who did it! DIRK: Well, if that supervillain cuntwaffle doesn’t stop, she’s going to kill her. Not really the best at hostage management, is she.

Decent plan.  (And of course Dirk would pull out the word cunt.)  When’s the cavalry coming?

> (==>)

JANE: But we cannot allow his memory to be in vain! JANE: For Gamzee Makara taught us that even the most loathsome degenerate can take their place in society. JANE: All they need is the right redemption arc - !

Trying to hammer home some of the Epilogue’s trolly-critical themes a little less bleakly, I take it.

I kind of like the violent vibration in ALL of these gifs in a row.  It makes the scene seem small, slow, teeth-clenching but still full of steady action, emphasizing the importance of the relatively small events from panel to panel while giving them the sense with the animation of them being [i]drawn out[/i] and tortuous instead of just “occurring”.  It feels that way to me, anyway.

> (==>)

If he got up alive here, that’d be hilarious.  (Presumably he’s been treated and done-up like a normal funeral body, not “dormant” and undecaying like a dead god-tier.)

> (==>)

CORPSE PUNT w/ CLEATS

> (==>)

That face is just.  I love that face.

> (==>)

SHE MAD

JANE: Young lady, I am just about at the end of my rope with you. JANE: Throw all the dog bowls you want at the walls of my warship. JANE: But don’t you dare act up in front of a JANE: Live JANE: Fucking JANE: Newsfeed! YIFFY: Grrrrrr

What did you expect to happen?  Do you expect to shout her down from this, Jane?

JANE: After everything I’ve done for you--paying for your education, helping your parents cover up your existence from the world! JANE: Just imagine what Rose and Jade would say if they could see you now, even dissidents can have a little decorum! JANE: Get down from there at once! YIFFY: Grrrrrr

But this is GAMZEE.  --I guess it’s seriously disrespectful to his followers, though.  Still.  If you wanted civility from her, a shock collar, leash, and food bowl wasn’t the way to go about it.

JANE: Don’t you threaten me, young lady. Not today! YIFFY: GRRRRRRRRR

What is your PLAN even, Jane?  You’ve completely disregarded her.

JANE: There’s nowhere for you to go. My agents are swarming this church. Be reasonable, Yiffany. JANE: Ugh. JANE: Disgusting name. JANE: But that’s hardly your fault. You were always just a footnote. Your parents’ little prank. JANE: Honestly, that’s why I helped them all those years ago! I do love a good jape. JANE: But let’s be serious. JANE: You don’t matter. If you did, they would have come for you already.

Can all the press hear her being such an asshole?

Okay, stereotypically, their arrival should be the next couple panels:

> (==>)

Jake, do something useful like hoping harder.

> (==>)

And she knocks the remote away.  Excellent.

And she does. Seemingly at the end of her tolerance for insults toward her name, social status, and heritage, Yiffy performs an impressive backflip off the podium and down onto the church floor. One that, if it hadn’t been happening amidst a sea of other newsworthy events, would surely have ended up on someone’s instagram story within thirty seconds. She gives Gamzee’s corpse one last parting kick: a hard, proper kick that proves those cleats aren’t just for fashion. Although they are certainly also for fashion.

Good, good.

He vanishes into the seething crowd, and we are confident that we will never have to deal with this asshole ever again.

God damnit.

> (==>)

Jake watches this from a safe distance, poised on the edge of intervening to pull Yiffy out of there. But in the end he doesn’t have to. Instead he watches in admiration as she tears the place to utter shreds. An echoing sympathy swells inside of him as she rends apart the funeral flowers and punts Gamzee into the shrieking congregation. Here is a girl who felt the cold, indecent hand of fate wrapping around her, and instead of submitting to it and slowly sublimating down into morasse of boiled doormat, she slapped it away from her with a lively oh, no thank you.

All at once, Jake feels immense affection for his granddaughter. He hopes the two of them can make up for lost time.

Lessons belatedly learned, but learned nonetheless.

> (==>)

JANE: Enough of this. JANE: Seize her!

Kind of Red Queen of you.  (Are those stained glass windows in back of the frame about to burst?)

> (==>)

Yep.

The stained glass window shatters inward, obliterated to stardust. The war is knocking.

Even attacking a disgusting faith’s church is pretty bad form, though.

Tired and busy, seeya next upd8.  <3

[youknowwhosarmy]

Mid-crash bawling

hey so i have absolutely no one to talk to about this

so im just going to rant a bit about something that happened to me today

i live on a border city, that is, mexican-United States border

i live on the mexican side, but i travel to and from several times a month

usually, there are three tolls and one lane before and after crossing

so because those three tolls merge into one single lane, common sense would say that we move forward one by one: one from the left toll, one from the middle one, and then one from the right lane

but this wasnt the case this time

the center and right lane were attempting to follow this rule, but the left lane wasn’t letting us, they were trying to follow their lane back to back

and then this other old ass dude in a truck from the left lane tried to get in front of me

fact about me #1: i have some anger issues, i am feisty, and i almost always try to make things go right

so  i stayed put, basically glued to the back of the car from the center lane

but this asshole was doing the same

so the dude

has the fucking audacity

to fucking break my fucking side mirror

and i know for a fact he did in on purpose

fact about me #2: i cry. a lot. about everything. yes, everything

so in my mind i was thinking “i should fucking put this car on park, get out, and calmly explain to this guy that hey, thats not right and civilly come to an agreement because, again, hey, you broke my car, or at least a part of it

but by the time my brain came to this conclusion (which, mind you, did not take long at all, maybe 2 seconds) two things were already happening

one, the line was moving, so we were no longer on the U.S. side of the bridge, we were on the Mexican side

two, i was crying. and not even discreetly any more, i was full on bawling

i look through my review mirror and there wasm Mr. douchebag laughing hiss ass off because he made a fucking kid cry!!!

dude was easily 3 times my age, laughing at the fact that my dumb ass couldnt react the way i was supposed to

and oh my gosh

i am so pissed off

at him, mainly

because what kind of asshole just decides to fucking crash into me because they are doing the wrong thing?! and it wouldnt even make a difference, its just one car in front of you and secondly, at myself

because i let this dumbass get the better of me

because if i had just let him go first, this wouldnt have happened

because i have never learned to actually calm myself down, and that would have at least getten the justice my dear daisy deserves (thats my cars name btw, please dont judge)

because i realize that there are so many things wrong in this world, with us humans: that there is not enough justice, even for small things like this; that there are people out there who live for making others feel miserable and hurting them

i cried for maybe two hours straight 

because i really cannot believe

just how far people will go defending their own wrong decisions, even when they are petty and inconsequential, such as waiting your turn to get in line

and i might be asked “if it was so inconsequential, if it was just one car and it did not make a difference, why couldn't you just let him go first?

so let me answer that

because it was my turn, it was my right to go

i should not have to give up my turn, my right, just because someone else feels like taking it from me

and i am a strong believer in that

whatever the case might be, i should not have to “give in” or “be the bigger person” when i am in the right mind just to avoid a problem or an issue, just because some asshole thinks they can get away with tormenting me

and maybe i should have, because then my car would not have suffered, maybe i would just be angry at him for going first, not angry because he broke my mirror and felt super proud of himself for it

so congratulations, Mr. I-made-a-20-year-old-child-in-a-corolla-cry, you have only increased my conviction and strengthened my belief that we should fight for what is right, and should not give in to bullies and their pride

[the-client-experience-blog]

vent #1

i wish my doctors would listen to me because i would like to be on different meds to prozac. it has been messing with me in weird ways, for days i cant sleep and although i feel great abt myself i literally trance around and people are mad at me for talking too much and running around and then i miss one just one dose and im eating everything and miserable again and its hard to move or do simple things :( i hope next week when i go (on tuesday im p sure) they wont dismiss me again. last time i tried to say something about how i couldnt sleep i was just told “yeah but you could just be thinking it” NO!!!! i literally have had nights where i KNOW i havent slept and its unusual!! i have been like this once for a week and im scared its happened again because i was thinking of running away or jumping out of a window last time!! and noone listened to when i tried explaining that. just called me self destructive and told me to actually get something done. whats the point im trying so hard and i cant do it on my own, and im just told to try harder, and the people who are supposed to be helping dont give two damns, my “friends” dont ask me or try to find me when isolate myself (my fucking SOSE/eng teacher cares more. she asked where i was to you assholes. fuck you. my teacher is an angel and you guys should stop asking me for money to buy you caffeine and ditching me and ignoring me i hate you I HATE YOU I REALLY HATE YOU STUPID “FRIENDS”) noone cares everyone pretends to care. its only lawful they do. its not like they want you to kill yourself. they just wont care about anything more than being moral about it or their reputation and jobs if you do. its only common protocol to call people against your will to ruin your life. the exec teachers only pretend to care because they get paid more as an exec and unfortunately that means dealing with people who are having breakdowns, life issues and such.  you are worthless unless you are able to work. noone cares if you are suffering. just be stable or “high functioning” enough to suffer through your job. you are getting “taken care of” to push you back into the wageslave system. die homeless, be considered a financial burden to society and “unproductive”, get thrashed around by psychologists, or snap and seriously hurt yourself or others. its always lose-lose and its win-win for the top 1%. i hate saying this and every single part of the following sentence but: i fucking hate normies. gosh i said it!!! i hate normies.... oh man what a horrible person i am, what a “im not like other girls i like video games XD!!” what an *gasp* incel (dude im 13 if any of you come at me and call me incel thats just... im blocking you), oh man how horrible am i!!! yes!! i am horrible!! i am a horrendous creature oh no. i hate normals because they have ruined my life, threatened me with the streets and fucking conversion therapy, abandoned me for days and came back with “ooh i love u uwu you better love me right hahahaha remember allah hates gays! also im forcing u to do ramadan hehe”, force me to wear dresses with such harsh intent, isolate me and call me weirdo, make me think im a gifted genius and make me TERRIFIED of ever fucking up one thing, exclude me, and think i dont know what petty games your instictual mind does.  i fucking hate normies and i have the right to hate them for continually being shitty to me and until they stop i will continue. do i want to kill all normies? no, because they make up for a majority of people and we would perish without them. or maybe not... if we come together and become self sustainable.... we can isolate ourselves and truly enlighten ourselves and not even have to do the stupid “how are you” thing where people get mad when you tell them how ur day rlly was.

[revivedrumble]

My Brothers Girl

2p America x Reader/ 2p Canada x Reader Triggers : Mention of Assault. Some angst

‘God (Y/N)’s a looker.’ Allen thought to himself, watching his childhood best friend skip through the front door of his apartment. “Al! Guess what?!” “What’s up doll?” He asked, lounging back on the couch. “Your brother asked me out! Oh gosh I’m so excited! What should I wear? I should probably ask Ollie that right? Where do you…” Her voice trailed off as the horror of the situation sunk in. Al’s best friend, the girl he was in love with was going out with his brother. The grumpy lumber jack Knew that Al had the hots for (Y/N)! How could he stab him in the back like that?! I mean he knew they didn’t get along so well all the time but stealing his girl was a low blow! “Uh Al are you with me?” (Y/N) snapped her fingers in front of the red heads face. “Shit, what were you saying doll?” “I was saying I think I’ll wear my white sundress tonight.” “It’s supposed to rain tonight though” A mischievous grin flashed across her face “Oh I know. I get to be an ‘accidental’ tease. It’ll drive Matt wild.” Rage clawed in Al’s gut, “That’s not a good idea doll face. Matt can be an animal. I’ve seen the aftermath of it. I mean you do know he’s been around the block once or twice right?” The (h/c) woman giggled slightly before hugging the man, “Oh Al. Always so protective. And you’re not exactly the Virgin Mary yourself. But I can handle Matt. I pinky promise.” She young woman help her pinky out and Al reluctantly wrapped his around hers. “Just uh..call me if you need my help dollface.” “I will Al! I’ve gotta go see Ollie. I’ll see you tomorrow Al!” After the (e/c) eyed beauty left his place, Al grabbed his phone and called his brother. “Hello Allen” came the canadians smug greeting. “You Fucking Shitstain! I oughta shove that hockey stick up your ass!” “Why so hostile Allen?” “You know why! I love (Y/N). She means the world to me you bastard!” “She’s better off with me.” “Fuck you, you soggy pancake! She should be with me!” “She wants to get married someday. You don’t. She wants kids. You don’t. She wants a simple, quiet life. You don’t. And you wont change for anyone.” The honest words washed over Al like a bucket of ice water. It was true that he and (Y/N) did share different ideals. But he would change…couldnt he? “Your silence means I’m right. Bye Al.” He let the phone drop to the floor along with the shattered pieces of his heart. There was no way (Y/N) could really be into Matt. No this was just a nightmare that would be over once the sun rose again… he hoped.

It had been a week since Al had had any contact with his crush. And that scared him more than he liked to admit. Normally, he heard from (Y/N) every day. “She’s fine Allie dear” Oliver cooed, sliding the sulking man a non-spiked vegan cupcake. “How do you know?” He asked after shoving the whole treat in his mouth. “Mothers intuition.” As if on cue (Y/N) called. “(Y/N)! Are you ok?! Where have you been?! I’ve been calling all week!” “I’m sorry Al. But Mattie had this whole getaway thing planned and I was a little busy. I didn’t mean to make you worry. I didn’t wanna seem ungrateful by being on my phone 24/7.” “Yeah. Whatever” he grumbled. “Al…don’t make me feel guilty for having a good time…” (Y/N) pleaded. “Oh, Im making you feel guilty am I? You should! I worried for a week!” There was a sniffle and a shuffle on the other end of the line before Matt’s gruff voice could be heard, “Good job asshole. You made her cry. Just leave my girl alone” Rage clouded Al’s world. Nothing mattered anymore. His brother had stolen his soulmate. His brother had stolen his everything. Nothing mattered anymore. Oliver and Francis tried to reason with Al as he grabbed his leather jacket and baseball bat but he was too consumed by his hate and grief to hear their words. He needed an outlet. He needed to escape from his emotions. And escape meant the bar.

The Cougar Cavern was Al’s favorite place to de stress before he meet (Y/N). Cheap booze, even cheaper women, the chance for a good bar scrap. It had everything he needed in life. But now, it was just a boxing ring. Al had two beers in him before he started the fight. Grabbing a bikers old lady’s ass was a sure fire way to piss the mountain of a man off. But no one stands a chance with a enraged Al and his beloved bat. The sirens grew louder with every swing of the bat, but he didn’t care. He wouldn’t stay in jail long. (Y/N) would come get him. She always did. The cuffs were slapped on and his rights were read. ’(Y/N) will come get me. She’ll come get me. She will. She’ll come. She’ll bail me out. She’ll see Matt isn’t right for her. She’ll see Im the man for her. She’ll see.’ The thoughts cycled through his head until the morning. His heart leapt in his chest when he saw (Y/N) standing outside his cell. “Doll?! I knew you’d come get me out.” He exclaimed rushing to the bars. Then he noticed the changes. Normally when (Y/N) bailed him out her face showed disappointment with amusement swimming in her eyes. Today, her face showed sorrow with tears swimming in her eyes. He also noticed the hickies that littered her neck. “I’m not bailing you out Al. I can’t bail you out.” “What?! Why not?!” “Because you’re a danger! You sent five people to the hospital. Two are in ICU! Your court date is in 3 weeks. I just thought I’d come check on you… and that was a mistake..” Tears spilled down her cheeks. “You’ve changed Al…. you’re not the same man who was my best friend… I don’t know who you are… Bye Al…”

Three weeks passed by in a depressed blur. Al pacing his cell, hoping to be graced with a glimpse of (Y/N). He was allowed that at his trial. She sat in between Oliver and Matt. That bastard had his arm around her. A growl escaped him before the judge slammed the gable down. “Allen Jones, I sentence you to two years in the state penitentiary. Balif take him away.” Al fought against the guard to yell to (Y/N) “Wait for me! Wait for me (Y/N)!”

(Possibly more to come)

[stay-trash-2017]

Kim Kayhyun was a girl from a rough past. Her parents broke up when she was only a few months old, her mom is a hard working asshole. Her father was disabled, not disabled in the way you think. He broke his shoulder in a car accident when he was in a car accident with his 5 year old Kayhyun. A few years later he got in another car accident with his girlfriend at the time and fucked up his brain. He cant talk or think as fast as he used to. He has a new girlfriend though, Park Demyuna. She has two daughters who just happen to be kayhyun's favorite people. Her two daughters names are Park Karajin and Jung Runjyun. Runjyun is 11 and karajin is 14 almost 15. Kayhyun is only 14 and has already been put through hell. She has a little brother Hwang Xanie who just turned 8. Kayhun was very greatful for what she had no matter what but her parents did piss her off quite alot. Her school life wasnt any better, sure she had a few good friends who loved her to death but she hated everyone else. Kayhyun's best friend Min aniha and her boyfriend Jeona Jigsew would basically fuck in the middle of the hallway, it is very gross.

KAYHYUN'S POV

      Ive really only has every had one crush in my life time, his name is Bang Chan. He was tall and had the most lucious brown curls in his hair. His dimples so deep you could swim in them, his eyes were so soft and caring, and his voice makes me melt. Its like honey, better yet an angel. I only know this because a little while ago we both auditioned for a music company called JYP, he and i both became trainees and we found a new friend ship through that. He is the sweetest person on earth but every one know the biggest smile hides enormous amounts of hurt. Chan had been through almost as much as i had been through. He came to Seoul in the 3 rd grade and he was constantly picked on because he is from Australia and didnt speak fluent Korean. Once he was fluent people started making shit up about him and he didnt deserve it. The worst thing that ive heard being said to him was that he was going to get dropped faster than a hot potato from JYP. He dosent seem like he takes it to heart but as one of his best friends, i can confirm he definitely does. I have a small group of friends, there is Han Jisung, Seo Changbin, and Chan they are also trainees . I am so lucky to have them through everything. While going to practice everyday after school, we made some new friends. Chan found a new family that he could depend on instead of his own fucked up life. Chan met Kim Woojin, Lee Minho, Hwang Hyunjin, Lee Felix who was also Australian, Kim Seungmin, and Yang Jeongin. They are all so sweet, they have been to hell and back with their own experiences. Woojin was a year older than Chan, Jisung, Changbin, and I.

       Woojin had pupes man, this boy could belt some notes, he is a giant teddy bear. I remember once i was sad because my boyfriend had broken uo with me and told me horrible thing. I hurt myself and it sure as hell scarred but when woojin saw the scars he hugged me tight and made me promise i would never do that again, i agreed because i was extremely ashamed of myself for letting a boy push me that far. Woojin is an all around great guy.

      Minho was a Mean Hoe. He only teased me and his fellow trainees because he cared about us. He used to be a back up dancer for the imfamous boyband Bangtan Sonyeondan. Minho aasnt ashamed to have danced for them but it did cause some self doubt issues when he became a JYP trainee. He was convinced he was too fat or not strong enough, when in reality he couldnt come to realize that one day he would rise to Bts's level. He was always there for everyone especially Jisung, He had grown VERY close to Jisung.

      Hyunjin is an amazing little soft person. He and Jisung shared the same voices, no, not schizophrenic voices. The voices that told them they werent good enough to be a JYP trainee, these voiced told them to do horrible things to them selves. Hyunjin has the scars on his thighs to show. He never wanted to do it but the voices overwhelemed him one night and found himself in a bathtub of cold water. Long, deep, thin lines that covered his thighs.

      Felix is another Aussie boy, him and Chan both born in Sydney. Felix was teased back home for wanting to be an Idol. He was told to kill himslef and that he would never be good. Felix had friends back home, not all of them true but when he was only 15 he moved to Seoul and started learning Korean to become a successful idol. He grew to some what love himself when he met the boys. He truly loved them. Especially  Changbin

        Kim Seungmin had never been bullied but he was abused. He lives with his Meth head aunt, and dont get me wrong all the boys do very much worry bout how permanent  the roof over his head was. Seungmin did his best not to ask for much because his aunt thought she gave him the world. Where in reality he only had a bed, a blanket, and a phone he bought and payed for himself. He was very greatful for what he had and tried his very bets to stay on his aunts good side, most of the time he was but i prefer not to talk about the bad times.

      Jeongin was the baby of the group. He had a great life, or as far as i know. He hasnt really opened up with me yet but i dont want to force him into something he isnt comfortable with.

     Well now that you do know who the boys and how they came to be who they aee today lets continue...

     It was lunch period and Chan, Jisung, and Changbin ran off without me. I was angry but not to mad they were probally writing new music for the group. I decided to listen to my music and write a poem. I got situated at our usual lunch table and pulled out my notebook. I grabbed my phone and my ear buds and started playing Day6, I turned the volume all the way up to drown out any noise from the rest of the cafeteria. I wrote to my hearts content. Poetry was my way of letting out any sadness or anger. The notebook was yanked away and my head shot up to see, Im Sarang. She hated me for no reason. I jumped up and tried to grab the book from her well manicured hands, but it didnt help that i am only 4'9 and she is 5'11 plus the 4 inch heels she was wearing, in all imagine a 4 foot 9 girl dressed in dark colors jumping 2 inches off the ground reaching for a notebook being held by a giant. Sarang prefered to be called Sara. Sara was popular but she was NOT pretty. She looked like Filipino man in a messy blonde wig, with fucked up eye liner and a pale pink off the shoulder top ( i think certain people get that refrence). Sara slapped me down to the ground and thats when, I lost it. I didnt hit her back but I did stay on the floor teary eyed as sara read out the poem i was writing to the entire cafeteria.

"I’ve been thinking ‘bout my life

Is it better if I die

Before I fall asleep forever

I'm trying to find feeling within this nothingness

I’ve been thinking ‘bout my life

Is it better if I die

Before I fall asleep forever

I'm trying to find feeling within this nothingness"

    Sara looked at me a laughed. She gave me a look pure disgust and hatred, thats when I had enoungh. I sat up and snatched the notebook from her hands and grabbed my bag and ran out of Cafeteria. I was running down the hall way when i collided with a man. I fell hard on my butt, i felt my head slam against the hard tile floor. I let out a final sob before the man came to my side, my vision cleared after all the tears had left my eyes. Park Jaehyung.  He was the guitarist of the Band Day6. They had already debuted but he was still needing to go to school.

"Oh my gosh! Im so sorry!" He said very apologetically. He reached for my hands to help me up.  I sniffed and looked him in the eyes and started crying again.

"Yo hey ey, whats wrong?"

"Sara, she makes my life a living hell when all i want is to be left the hell alone when it comes to my inner thoughts!"

"Ugh . . . Sara is my Best friend Byron's sister. If you think she is bad to you, she calls me OPPAR. Me and the rest of my band. She is so annoying. Dont let her get to you. She is just jealous because all the actually hot guys swoon over you instead of her." What Jae had said made sense but im not pretty.

"Shut up, im not pretty. " you managed to say.

"Youre damn right. Youre gorgeous." He said while taking your hand in his. He starred deep into my eyes and kissed me. And wow. Was he some kisser? I didnt feel awkward and stiff, i felt sparks.

     His lips pressed against mine was the best feeling in the world. Our lips mold together and I feel his hand slip to my hip and pull me closer. I wrap my hand around his neck and pull him into me. He pulls away and rests his forehead on mine and i feel great. I hear a throat clear from beside me, and i look over to see Chan dressed nicely with Changbin and Jisung on both side of him. They are holding what seemed like a million lavender roses. Chan looks at me with hurt and dissapointment in his eyes. He walks up to me and places a small rectangular box in my handm without saying a word he turns around and walks out.

Oh boy what have I gotten myself into...

[couldnt-think-of-a-funny-name]

can you do a headcanon for penny minkus's first 3 years? by that i mean farkle & riley adjusting to college, being parents, etc. it could not have been easy to be 18/19/20 and being a parent. and yes you say they have daycare and stuff but like--i dunno, what were her first words? was farkle overprotective? was riley? etc. basically i guess their first few years of school//penny.

http://couldnt-think-of-a-funny-name.tumblr.com/post/142677750205/i-love-your-headcannons-sooo-much-i-seriously#notes

Oh boy okay so for her first like…six months of life they’re still in high school and that’s fairly cray

For Farkle at least. Riley is somehow juggling everything perfectly like good for her

She had so much trouble with the beginning half of senior year bc everyone was constantly STARING at her. She felt so judged and she was constantly an emotional mess. Now that there aren’t eyes on her all the time??? She’s able to focus and breeze through. Like fuck everyone else girls got a baby to focus on. Ava’s mom is watching Penny while they’re at school. Riley gets most of her homework done during study hall, and finishes whatever’s left when she’s on break at work. Starts work right after school and depending on the day Penny might be in the bakery with her (that gets cory lowkey emotional bc when he used to work there Mrs. Sworski would let him bring baby Riley if Eric got sick or something). Heads back upstairs to her apartment in time for dinner, spends some time with Penny before she puts her down for bed, and tries to finish up any work left before going to bed herself. Penny usually wakes up a few times a night but goes back down quick.

And okay like the technical agreement is ‘Riley gets her on week days Farkle gets her on weekends’ but they both just sneak over to the other’s house to sleep over lmao neither of them wanna be apart from this kid any longer than necessary

Farkle has a slightly harder time juggling things. He’s having a lot of trouble sleeping without worrying something will happen to Penny. Eric hired him as his assistant and the job gets crazy and sporadic. He’s constantly trying to plan out the future. He doesn’t have a study hall so he has a harder time working with his homework.

But they both pull through and get accepted into all the same colleges!!!

They were considering maybe doing community college for a bit but Stuart was like LMAO NO and decided he was paying both of their tuitions in full and paying for their apartment like perks of rich people am I right

Except Farkle had to be a DUDE and do the whole ‘less of a man unless I provide for my family’ thing. So he argued against Stuart buying them an apartment (Riley: “What the fuck is wrong with you?”) but agreed to the tuition lol

They found a small apartment nearby the campus and Riley and Farkle both got fairly meager jobs, Riley was like a secretary or some shit and Farkle was working at a fucking Panera bread, but they managed to pull through

Sometimes they can’t fully make the rent and without telling Farkle, Riley will ask Stuart for some money lol.

Their first semester of college was AWFUL. They never saw each other.

Scheduling was really crazy hectic for them and they were both miserable. They were both having like cutesy special moments with Penny but SEPERATELY it was kinda hell

Sometime during their second semester Farkle decides to fuck it and switches up his schedule so they have more time together and that makes both of them really happy and everything a lot easier

Their super nice neighbor offers to babysit every Friday night so they can have a date night

By their second year of college they’re definitely more into the groove of things. Farkle changed his major and Riley got a better paying job and Penny is slowly but surely turning into an actual tiny person and they’re pretty happy about it

They both read out loud when they study so Penny parrots a bunch of random facts at them and they think it’s the cutest thing ever

Farkle is really over protective whenever he takes her to the playground or anything, he barely wants to put her down, the loser even tried to make her hold his hand when she was on the swings lol. She’s his baby though can you blame him

Riley was overprotective in the sense of not wanting Penny’s feelings to be hurt or anything. You know people are always assholes to teenage parents. Cory and Topanga got that shit and Riley remembers it, and she remembers thinking it was her fault and she did something wrong. Snarky comments and judging looks from people bug the life out of her, but she’ll be damned if she’s gonna let Penny know that.

When she started walking, Farkle went through the entire apartment for a week trying to baby proof everything. Riley then went after him and did everything properly lmao

They have a little Yorkie and oh my gosh Penny never let’s the thing out of her sight. It used to like both Riley and Farkle but once Penny came along it decided Farkle was The Spare ™ and now growls at him whenever he gets too close to his own family lol

“Aren’t dogs supposed to follow around the humans they view as the Alpha Pack Leaders?” “Shut up, Maya.”

THEY GAVE HER HAZEL THE HIPPO AND SHE CARRIES HER EVERYWHERE

Did Penny Minkus ever stand a chance of not being entered into a ballet class??? No

They take turns taking her to rehearsals and Riley’s the ‘you’re doing great honey just have fun!!!’ type while Farkle should lowkey be on dance moms lmao

All their college friends absolutely adore her

Like yes the whole college/baby thing is obviously stressful and they aren’t immune to that. But they’d both just rather focus on the positive things, and take things day-by-day and that really helps them out.

So what if they’re a little sleep deprived, they’ve got an adorable and amazing kid and they’re somehow managing to not flunk out of college!!! Woohoo!!!

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