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This is the best thing that has ever happened to me. Oh my god.

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Halloween YM Reads Pt.2

The first list was getting pretty long so I decided to do a second.

Impractical Magic by springrain21

Jimin needs to shadow a real witch for his creative writing assignment. Min Yoongi is just about the worst witch he’s ever met. Inspired by this tumblr post because I read it and instantly thought YOONGI.

Give it to me Slow (Then Wash Away) by Sharleena

Jimin has worked in the Blood Brothel for a long time, he’s had his fair share of clients, knows how to do his job and what to expect from his customers. That’s why it is to him a shock when he gets a boner from being bitten by one of their new clients, Yoongi. (Rated:M)

Through Their Lover’s Eyes by CmiMiu

A good-natured chuckle escapes Jimin’s lips and he softly ruffles Yoongi’s hair as he murmurs into the wind, “I didn’t say sex, hyung.” Yoongi quirks an eyebrow and silently asks what the hell Jimin means. The younger replies in an equally hushed tone, “I meant something we haven’t done before. Something we haven’t seen before.”

Yoongi speaks softly over the rush of the winds with a smirk, “we’ve been in love with each for over ninety freaking years Park Jimin. And dated for more than that, in general.” He edges closer to the boy and kisses his lips chastely as he says, “I think we’ve done it all and seen it all. Good and bad.”

Jimin simply shakes his head in silent denial and mutters forlornly, “I haven’t seen myself.” Resentment crystal clear in that high-pitched mutter. Yoongi lets a sad frown mar his own features at the thought. “And you haven’t seen yourself either.”

don’t tempt me, undress me by widerhallen

He was captured by the seraphim, sentenced to eternal damnation and doomed to rot forever in a cell in heaven, restrained within the very life of him by shackles and celestial seals that burn his skin and drain his demonic powers. But on the bright side, at least the prison warden is cute.

Jimin’s angelic nature means he’s all the more forbidden and all the more tempting, but it’s going to take more than a few chains to stop Yoongi from seducing him.

Dark and Wild by Centristy

Min Yoongi was once a skeptic of the supernatural. His parents had filled his head with a healthy dose of reality and cynicism at a young age. They told him, “There’s no such thing as monsters”, and being the trusting child that he was, he believed them. That is, until the day he got lost at the circus.

He’d been preoccupied with fun house mirrors when suddenly his mother and father disappeared. The pale, skinny ten-year-old wandered around aimlessly. Underneath the dying colored lights and fading accordion music, the boy was converted. He would never forget that night.

Monsters were very real.

*** Yoongi is a Demon Hunter, a damn good one. His mission is to rid the world of evil supernatural beings, one corpse at a time. Until one day he meets Park Jimin, a half-human, half-demon hybrid, who is just trying to live a normal life. Jimin’s very existence changes everything that he believes in. Yoongi’s blood crusade grinds to a halt, as he falls hard for the boy. *** Inspirations: Supernatural, Hellsing, Teen Wolf, and Anime Assorted.

Dark and incredibly twisted humor for the sadistic comedian in you.

Disclaimer: You will regret this.

Urges by I_am_a_mess

“It hurts.” The vampire moaned, heavy breaths coming from the receiver.

“I know, baby.” Jimin said, switching his phone to the other hand. “I’m on my way, I’ll be right there.”

Yoongi is a vampire and when Jimin forgets to stock the fridge up with fresh blood, it leads to dire consequences for them both.

Young Forever by Centristy

Min Yoongi is a vampire nearing the 8th Century of his existence. He is bored with life until he chances upon Park Jimin at a party, whom he rescues from a bad situation. They have an instant connection, sparks fly, and so begins their, intense, wild whirlwind romance.

Also, there is a vampire serial killer on the loose.

Imagine Vampire Diaries Meets True Blood Meets Game of Thrones Meets Every-KDrama ever…. that’s what’s going on here.

Disclaimer: This story may ruin your life. It may cause dehydration due to all the tears of anguish you will shed. (Rated:M)

Strawberry Sweet by embryonicgrip

Jimin’s mother always said nothing good happens after 2am. He can’t believe he thought meeting someone in the dead of the morning was a good basis for the start of a relationship.

Ft. Very Single College Student! Jimin and Vampire! Yoongi (Rated:M)

If I Was Your Vampire by noraebangbang

Jimin’s roommate Yoongi never sleeps, or eats, or drinks. So obviously he’s a vampire, right?

Redamancy by woozis_mom

When Jimins first shift goes awry, it sets off a series of events- love blooms, truth gets revealed, and hearts get both broken and mended.

Swimming With The Stars (Until We Drown) by lethallergic

Hoseok is a daydreamer lost in his own world. Taehyung has teeth as sharp as knives, but home in his eyes.

Winning a war (of hormones) by mecchayabai

Big Hit Entertainment is going to debut the first ever half-human, half-vampire hip hop group. They are planning to make some incredibly good music and mountains of money, and of course show the uncertain Korean society that the undead can operate in perfect harmony with the living.

It’s a glorious plan, too glorious if you ask Jimin.

Nyctophile by yururin

“Like I said, monsters aren’t real, Taehyung.”

Jimin quickly pulled the closet doors open.

At the bottom of the closet, sitting on the floor and leaning heavily against the walls, was a man with dark pink hair clad in dark clothes, bleeding and injured and looking positively close to death.

Jimin didn’t know what to do.(Rated:M)

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r.i.p suga of bts

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Scottish tweets make no sense, but also make absolute sense

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not killing myself is a personal achievement but you cant really brag about that at dinner parties

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How to Escape a Hair Grab or a Neck Grab ? Look at them, carefully.

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REBLOG TO SAVE A FUCKING LIFE!!!!!!!

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BOOST!!

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spread far and wide ♡♡

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This educated me so I’m sharing it

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Yeah, me too.

My inner child is feeling deceived

Just found out that that Suske and Wiske are apparently NOT brother and sister...

#suske en wiske #comics #comic books #howdidInotknowthis

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don’t measure a woman’s worth by her clothes - terre des femmes

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THIS NEEDS TO BE ADDRESSED SO FREAKING MUCH, TODAY PEOPLE CALLED ME WHORE BECAUSE I WAS WEARING A SKIRT AND WE ARE IN SUMMER, IT’S SO HOT IN THIS COUNTRY AND I HAVE TO USE PANTS SO GUYS DON’T GET ” DISTRACTED ” respect girls

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thoughts on the friendzone

when i was 5 years old my best friend was a boy named kyle who didn’t know how to knock on doors so he made dinosaur noises outside my window to wake me up in the summer until i demonstrated how to ball his fists and slam them against my doors. we collected caterpillars in my trailer park and built them houses while we traded pokemon cards. he wasn’t the only one. there was ben, and mitch, and noah—but kyle’s the only one who hurt me, because when he tried to kiss me and i asked him why, he told me “because you’re a girl and i’m a boy, shouldn’t we like each other?”

i missed him so much and i wondered why he couldn’t just be my friend like he always was

in the first grade there was rich and joseph and i got sent to detention with them almost every day with a smile on my face. we built block towers and sang to my teacher’s lion king soundtracks when she’d turn the lights off during lunch time. one day they got in a fist fight over me at recess, and i wondered why they felt they needed to share my friendship, like it was something they owned.

in the second grade zach and i played yu gi oh under our desks during free time and i got moved for talking to him constantly. everyone in the class would tease him and i for talking, asking when we were going to date already, asking him if he’d kissed me, and he stopped being my friend.

when i was 11 i met a chubby boy with the name of a colour who wore puffy vests and unwashed t-shirts, with greasy hair and bright blue eyes and a smile that hid hurt behind it. people didn’t like him because he was silly, but i liked him, because i was also silly. he became my friend the day he bought me 5 giant roses and asked me to be his girlfriend, and i politely declined but promised him i’d be his best friend because i’d always wanted a best guy friend that stuck around. we burnt our feet on the concrete during the summer and walked home with the sunset silhouetting us. he talked often about how he loved me, but never blamed me for being me, even though he refused to move on. that boy dyed his hair jet black and sat on the end of my bed playing songs to me on guitar, and all that pent up rage from before didn’t show until the first time he slapped me across the face and called me a dumb cunt.

in the 7th grade there was a boy named ryan who sat next to me on the bus and talked to me about manga. he’d ask me personal invasive questions but i didn’t mind because it was attention and i liked attention. i was dating another guitarist with curly brown hair, one who was much more kind-tempered than the other, and ryan mentioned how much of an asshole he was every day. i wondered, why, why does he think the love of my life is an asshole? but whenever i asked him, he just told me, “girls only date assholes. there’s no room for nice guys like me.”

i wondered, if he was so nice, why did he say such mean things?

he never stopped with me, taking me to movies, hanging out with me, you know. being friendly. i thought we were friends. but then, how many times had i thought that before?

how many times had i bonded with a boy, thought they got me, only for them to ask me if i wanted to make out?

how come when i told ryan i was coming out as a lesbian, he stopped being my friend, and said “damnit, the one girl i really want to pound into a mattress, and she’s only interested in chicks!”

there was a boy my junior year who stayed up all night with me until the sun rose, talking about life, past loves, hopes, dreams. beneath a million twinkling stars spanning forever, he brushed long brown hair out of his eyes and listened to me talk about the history that made me. then he asked me if i’d ever consider dating a guy, and complained about how he’d never get laid.

when i told him no a couple hundred times, he found new girls to listen to.

i would sit on the couch and play zelda with dakota, and he’d talk about all my favourite games with me. he was the closest thing to support i had, and the letters and poems he wrote me were always so kind and friendly. but he’d put his arms around me on the couch, and no matter how many times i told him i was uncomfortable, he’d still come over every day and do it.

“don’t you know how it feels to love someone and not have them love you back? don’t you know what it feels like to be friendzoned?”

when i meet guys who talk about the friendzone, who talk about the girls who don’t give “nice guys” like them i chance, i always want to just say

when i was 10 years old i met a girl whose brown hair fell across her shoulders and whos eyes sparkled when the sunlight hit them, whose voice was like velvet and whose scent was like mountain smoke, who made me dizzier than a fly climbing a sugar hill. and i’m 18 years old, and i still love her, and she knows, and she doesn’t love me.

but my first thoughts upon hearing her rejection were not “what a bitch,” were not “she just wants a douchebag and not a nice girl like me!” were not “im going to keep pushing her until she dates me,”

they were

“she is the best friend i have ever had, and i am the best she’s ever had, and i would hate to take that away from her.”

so before you play the victim, mr. Nice Guy, before you angrily throw your fedora on the ground and blame the girl you claim to adore so much:

put yourself in the shoes of a girl who thought she made a wonderful friend, only to find out that he just wanted her for sex. that he just wanted her for a relationship. a girl who was just an object to win, a prize. a girl who’s trust you’ve just shattered.

maybe she friendzoned you. but you girlfriendzoned her, first.