#type of b*yfriend

[pap-het]

James Hetfield during reload era (1997)

[emmrichvolkarnage]

cannot say this concisely rn but the b*yfriend by d*ve c*mer*n tiktok type lesbian shit i see around is Not For Me, or any of the butches i love.

[writeiolite]

Oh my god 29 with Oikawa 🥺 thank you lovely

answer me

who: oikawa x gn!reader

what: fluff

plot: You know when your phone buzzes, it means I’m trying to talk to you, right?

wc: 666

You’ve gotten yourself into quite the sticky situation. It’s not that you intended to leave your phone on do not disturb. You were playing some really good rounds on the Cooking Mama app — you couldn’t afford any distractions. Even if that distraction was human shaped and sternly knocking on your apartment door.

Slugging your legs off the bed one at a time, you drag yourself out of your bedroom, through your living room, and to the front door of your single apartment. It must’ve been quite an inconvenient trip for you considering how you sigh at the end of it. 

When you open the door, your breath gets caught in your throat.

“Tooru!” you greet happily, voice laced with surprise. He raises a brow at you, and realization sets in.

Quite a sticky situation indeed.

“Oh… Right.”

“Right,” he stresses. Rather than coming inside, he heavily eyes your shoes lying beside the door. 

You pocket your phone, getting his message loud and clear. Once your shoes are on, the two of you are in his car and on the road like you both planned hours ago.

“You know when your phone buzzes, it means I’m trying to talk to you, right?” he starts his scolding off with enough sass to make you shrink away in the passenger seat. Anyone could easily tell he’s bothered.

“And what if it didn’t buzz?” you mumble, looking out the window at the passing cars and trees. 

“What?” Oikawa glances over at you.

“I had my phone on DND…”

“…Well, whatever. Here, you can pick a song.” He hands you the AUX cord, deciding to let the music push away the topic. 

After all, the two of you have plans today that matter much more than a little bickering. All it takes is a few fun-loving singing sessions for you to forget the little fussy moment. Before you know it, the car is parked and you’re both inside the pet shelter, taking videos and pictures with each and every cat and dog possible.

“Here, here, hurry,” you whisper urgently, sliding your phone to Oikawa with your foot. You’re both sitting on the floor in a playroom, your arms busy preparing to catch the two kittens that are climbing up your chest and shoulders. 

Oikawa’s quick to work, thumb rapidly tapping away at the capture button from all different angles. He gets the perfect shots of your surprise morphing into a lighthearted smile and into panic when you think one of the little monsters is falling. It’s the perfect angle to show off all the reasons he’s falling in love with you.

“Mind if I send the pictures you took of me to myself?” he asks while you pry the kitten’s off your shirt.

“Yeah go ahead.”

He types his name into your address book, trouble creasing between his brows when he can’t find his contact. They don’t even have me saved in their phone?

He opens up your messages app, figuring he’ll just send them that way. Right away, he sees the issue. Oikawa Tooru doesn’t exist. He’s a mess of colorful heart emojis framing an all caps MY S♡ULMATE.

A bashful smile pulls at the corners of his mouth so much he has to cover it with one hand. He can’t describe the honey nectar sweet feeling that fills his heart or the soft warmth that swells in his cheeks. He can only watch as his slight mischievous plan unfolds beneath his thumbs.

Once you get your phone back, you narrow your eyes at the smug look in his eyes.

“What’d you do?” 

“Nothing, nothing. Someone called while I was taking photos but I declined it since I didn’t want to interrupt you.” He smoothly covers his trail, watching you take the bait and click on the phone icon on your screen.

Rather than a missed call, you see the gray “favorite contacts” star next to his new contact name: CAN I BE Y♡UR B♡YFRIEND?

“So… Whaddya say, Y/N-chan?”

[jeffros-lawn]

yalls types have sub context n shit???? i just see a scruffy, reclusive, well intentioned himbo and think. shit. he would make a great b*yfriend

[bangtan-sonyeonddaeng]

im in my soft feelings for my b*yfriend JB 😪 i keep thinking about like being in a band and taking him up on stage during a love song and making him watch a slideshow type video of our time together and then at the last few seconds of the song he turns around to see me on one knee like bitch how cute is that i wanna marry that dude wtf ��🤧🤧

Omg 🥺😭 that is so cute. JB is such a sweet heart and he’s so hard working and kind. That’s such an adorable idea oh my goodness

What a cutie. Oh no wait sorry he doesn’t like being called cute so I guess what a handsome fellow. ☺️

He totally bias wrecked his way into my heart.

[carmeloanthony]

I remember

When I first saw scott pilgrim

It was with my e* b*yfriend

-I can’t even type the word without feeling like vomiting-

Anyway he really liked Ramona

Because she was like that manic pixie dream girl

Like it was just uncomfortable

The way he sexualized a fictional character. And knowing it was that girl

And I thought it was girl’s like Ramona’s fault

I remember not liking this fictional character because I thought it was her fault that that guy was a bad guy

A creep

Terrible

Anyway

Now I know it’s not other girl’s faults

I feel like it took me a long time to realize that very true fact. That it’s not any girl’s fault for the way a guy acts. And that men are just awful.

[franceslianagroup1-blog]

Teenage Pregnancy

Rogenne Charisse M. Pal

                      ��          ACADEMIC TEXT

Teen pregnancy is a social problem not resolved in developing and some developed countries. Adolescent fecundity has become the most exact bio-demographic and health indicator of development. In developing countries that are expected to follow the sexual behaviour patterns of developed countries, without offering the levels of education and services for adolescents, the consequences will be adolescent fecundity and STI prevalence increase. The ignorance about sexuality and reproduction both in parents, teachers and adolescents increases the early initiation of coital relations and of unwanted pregnancies. Extreme poverty and being the son or daughter of an adolescent mother are risk factors of repeating the early pregnancy model. The application of predictive risk criteria in pregnant adolescents to facilitate the rational use of Health Services to diminish the maternal and perinatal mortality is discussed as well as the social factors associated with adolescent pregnancy as socioeconomic levels, structure – types and characteristics of the family, early leaving school, schooling after delivery, female employment, lack of sexual education, parental and family attitudes in different periods of adolescent pregnancy, adolescent decisions on pregnancy and children, unstable partner relationship and adoption as an option. Social consequences are analyzed as: incomplete education, more numerous families, difficulties in maternal role, abandonment by the partner, fewer possibilities of having a stable, qualified and well-paid job, greater difficulty in improving their socioeconomic level and less probability of social advancement, lack of protection of the recognition of the child. Finally, based on evidence, some measures that can reduce adverse consequences on adolescent mothers, fathers and their children are suggested.

 AUTHORS OF THE TEXT:

Ramiro Molina Cartes and Electra González Araya

 TITLE OF JOURNAL/PUBLICATION:

Teenage Pregnancy

 URL OR WEB ADDRESS:

https://www.karger.com/Article/Abstract/326706

 MAIN IDEA:

Teenage Pregnancy is one of the unsettled issues in the community that is drastically increasing in developing and not developing nations.

 EVIDENCE THAT SUPPORTS MAIN IDEA:

“Adolescent fecundity has become the most exact bio-demographic and health indicator of development. In developing countries that are expected to follow the sexual behaviour patterns of developed countries, without offering the levels of education and services for adolescents, the consequences will be adolescent fecundity and STI prevalence increase.”

Marco Diolanto

                                                  Article text

Growing up without my Mum was difficult in many ways. I missed out on all those mother-daughter chats, even the one about the birds and the bees. I wasn’t aware of the consequences of having sex and I didn’t know the symptoms of pregnancy. I had no idea I was pregnant for quite a while.Dad was standing in the kitchen showing me the hernia on his great big belly. I could see a sizeable lump and said ‘Yeah, I have one of those on my belly too Dad’. Dad thought I had better get it checked out, so as I was a very independent girl I took myself off to the doctors to ask them to help me with my hernia. Of course it turned out that my hernia was a baby; I was pregnant . I had no concept of what that would mean, so I just went home and gave the test results to Dad.My boyfriend’s parents arranged a meeting with Dad to discuss our situation. However Dad had already decided that I would keep the baby and he would support me in raising the child. My boyfriend’s parents knew it was the wrong decision but they were powerless to stop us.I had no-one to talk to about the pregnancy and didn’t have regular checkups with the doctor, so I just continued on as normal. I went to school, played on the slides and swings at the park, climbed trees and acted as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening. I continued at school until two weeks before the baby was born and only finished then because it was the December school holidays.One day I was out riding the trusty old bike that I had found on the rubbish. I was about eight and a half months pregnant, riding my little heart out. I came across my bo yfriend’s parents in their car and stopped to chat, asking if t hey knew where my boyfriend was. I look back now and wonder what would have been going through their heads, seeing me riding along heavily pregnant without a care in the world. I eventually found my boyfriend at our hide out up in the tree house, so I hopped off my bike and scrambled right up there with him.Right at the end of the pregnancy, my friends and I were walking through a shopping centre car park. I decided it would be funny to do a football leap onto the back of one of the girls. Little did I realise my friend could see my reflection in the shop window. She ducked when she saw what I was up to, and I went flying over the top of her and fell on the concrete, straight onto my heavily pregnant stomach. People came running from all over to help, but I just got up and acted like nothing had happened.I suppose I didn’t really comprehend what was happening to me.My First Baby ArrivesI felt like my pregnanc y was going on forever. I was so big but didn’t feel too uncomfortable, even though I was days overdue. I was still very fit and was so desperate to have the baby that I organised a group of my friends to come jogging with me to bring the labour on.The labour and birth are as clear in my memory as if they were yesterday. My boyfriend and my brother were hanging out in the shed with their friends while I was inside, playing the Nintendo 64. We went to bed at around 11pm and just as I was climbing into the bed I felt warm water trickle down my legs. I said to my boyfriend ‘I think I’m in labour, I can feel water running down my legs’, to which he replied ‘You’ve probably just wet yourself’ and fell asleep.Dad was in the lounge room watching TV so I went out to him and told him what was happening. He said ‘Hell, let’s go to the hospital’. I grabbed towels and put them between my legs, then ma de my boyfriend get up.Dad had borrowed a car from his b rother so my boyfriend, Dad, brother, stepmum and I started off to the hospital before Dad realised there was no petrol. While we waited at the petrol station we all bickered about who would be coming in to thebirthing room with me. I was quite adamant that I didn’t want my Dad or stepmum in the birthing room, which created an argument.We eventually arrived at the hospital where I was put into a wheelchair and my brother wheeled me inside. I told my Dad, stepmum and brother to wait outside while I went into the birthing room with my boyfriend.I tried to relax in the bath but all I felt like doing was vomiting. The back pain was getting really bad, so the nurses propped me up on the bed. I started screaming for my Dad and the nurses bought him, my stepmum and brother into the room. The nurse said that it was time for the baby to come so I needed to take my pants off. I refused. Of course they couldn’t let me keep my pants on, so I made ev eryone leave the room while I removed them.Everybody came back in as the baby started to come. I was screaming so loud that even the lady who shared my hospital room could hear me from the other end of the hospital. When the baby was born my boyfriend cut the cord and then the baby was given to my Dad. I don’t know why Dad was handed the baby instead of me, but soon I had my chance to cuddle Josh for the first time.

Title of the journal / publication:

Fifteen, Pregnant and No Idea

Author/s:

By Stacey Currie,

Stacey Currie

URL / Web address :

http://www.pregnancy.com.au/resources/teenage-pregnancy/teenage-pregnancy-articles/fifteen-pregnant-and-no-idea.shtml

MAIN IDEA:

Stacey Currie shares her views on overcoming adversity, to feel inspired and empowered to take your dream to the next level to make it happen. Her message is to share that no matter what obstacles in life are thrown at you, you can still make your dreams happen.

 Old Life

•No mum in my life

•Brought up in housing commission

•Sexually abused at 9

•Pregnant at 15

•Homelsess with 2 babies aged 19

•3 babies by 21

•Domestic violence

•Fighting to keep my children

New Life

•Age 31

•Entreprenuer

•To running a million $$$ company

•Author

•Speaker

•5 kids

•Dream House

•Dream Care

•Ambassador for Lighthouse Foundation where we build homes for homeless young mums and their babies.

she's now living her dream life

[boop-able]

I need to vent

I fucking hate myself and the way I am about things and how they control what I think and feel. I hate that I'm so fucking attached to my b*yfriend and I hate that it's almost if not it actually is unhealthy how much I love him now. I went not even a full day and I was already asking to see him again. That's another thing tho. I'm conflicted bc it's like fuck me for being like that but also fuck him for being the way he is but also fuck me for thinking that way bc everyone needs space but at the same time my work is close to his house and it saves gas but he's like nah bro it doesn't matter if you're already making money, ok??? Like I'm also spending money you asshole. I love him to death but that pissed me off. It sucks how this is going now. I want to drink but I'm also too lazy bc depression but lately I'm not even sure if it's just depression bc I've been feeling really sad and stupid lately but idk if that's bc I've been smoking weed or bc a different mental condition has formed or I was misdiagnosed with depression and ADHD. Idk if weed would affect my brain like that but eh idk it's just confusing me bc maybe my brain cells are dying everytime I smoke and it's making me stupid bc my mind isn't as sharp lately like how it would normally be and it's kinda scaring me bc the weed is good and idk if it's what's affecting me so idk if I should stop smoking and if I should, if I even want to bc it makes me feel better overall. Calmer, funnier, just nicer. It dulls my mind kinda and I can appreciate that kind of thing. Sometimes I don't want to smoke or drink bc it's kinda eh. Idk. I just miss my b*yfriend but I also feel guilty for that bc I've been with him day by day for a while now and I know he needs space but I need a close trip to work and he's like 4 miles away maybe 5 and that's a lot better compared to my house which is like 10-11. He knew I'd be at his house a lot more. That was the whole reason I applied to a place close to his house; bc it was close and we were under that type of understanding. So was m*m but she gets mad when I'm over there for a long amount of days even though we were under that understanding. I just hate me and how I feel but at the same time sadness is comforting for some reason, maybe bc it's familiar, idk but I like it sometimes more than I hate it. It gets to the point sometimes when I don't want to change from sad to happy and I'll fight neutral/happy feelings. Honestly sometimes happy feelings annoy me when I'm depressed. I don't know why but it does. I want to vent about college but at the same time I don't want to think about that. Also I don't want to thing about k*ren finding out about me having annual passes bc she would make me feel like shit for spending that money even though she shouldn't have a fucking say about what I do with it. I also hate that it makes me sad or bugs me when A*am does something fun or cool without me. It's like I have fucking separation anxiety idk. Like when he wanted to hang out with J*ckie it bugged me not only bc they dated but bc she's my friend and I'm missing out on her too, also the fact that he's my friend in a way too. It's lame that I'm like that bc I know he's going to want to eventually be able to spend time with her without me being there too. Also I hate putting m*m through not seeing me these days because she's depressed in the sense that she's not doing anything for herself or the apartment and it's a fucking mess that she'll eventually expect me to pick up. Also why doesn't she walk the fucking dog. When she got her, she said that would be something she'd commit to. It's almost like she's not taking care of her in that case too. Also WHY THE FUCK. Did t*m give me an ushering shift when I fucking told him I was fine being in box and staying there. He even fucking confirmed it like "yep, just wanted to make sure" bc m*rk told him I complained about being in box, therefore I wanted to be an usher??? Nooooo, I never fucking said that! I never ever said that. I would like to stay in box Bc if I can make the same amount as someone with a harder job I fucking will. And I hate that after the shift I'm not gonna know where to go bc A*am doesn't want me there. Which I get bc alone time but also it's hard on my gas and I even offered to sleep on his couch so he was away from me. That drive is so hard on my gas and I can't help that you know? Getting back to the shift tho, m*rk was so rUDE. Talking to me like I'm a fucking dumbass which I kind of am but still, wtf. Why did t*m do that. Was he upset at me for taking the weekend off? Like wtf if that's why he shouldn't be working there bc that's petty af. That's all for now. I may or may not edit it later to add.

[pap-het]

James Hetfield gif set from reload era (1997) concert

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Alright so i was just watching this 1998 interview with Lars and James yesterday, Lars being very focused on a football game between Denmark and Brazil, i think, and James had to answer most of the questions. So while he was talking, the camera zoomed in and i couldn't not noticed his ear piercing holes still being there! I would have thought after the "And justice for all" tour, he took them off and the holes healed because it's how it happens but no! They're there! Or does anyone knows if he kept wearing his earrings even after those 1988-1990 years?

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JAMES HETFIELD ART EDIT

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Metallica boys celebrating their last Black Album gig

James, Jason and Kirk pouring alcohol on each other

@eet--fuk i thought you might like this Jase video

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Hero of the day gifs

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Gifs from Metallica's last gig of the Black Album tour