it is hot as a witch’s coochie out here hi facebook!🤞🤞🤞😍😍😍😍
HIIII SUMMERRRRRR 😍😍😍😍😍😍😆😆😆😆😆😊😊😊😊😊👋👋👋👋👋👋 (I tried to answer this three times and it never posted or saved)
it is INDEED hotter than a witches coochie…but it’s okay we up cuz WE GOING TO DA BEACH TOMORROWWWW 🥳🥳🥳☀️☀️☀️🏖️🏖️🌊🌊🌊
summer I swear we’re interlinked bcs of ur post where u were like “I feel like a chud cause everyone is stressing over finals”…I LITERALLY FEEL THESAME BC IM JS ON BLR AND ROBLOX ALL DAY. (playing roblox bedwars as i type this) 😆😆😆😆😆😆
anyways you’ve been all over my blr feed recently and have me feeling like JOE GOLDBERG. #stalker I hope ur having fun in albania 🥳🥳🥰🥰🥰
ok too much yap, keep sending asks, I love talking to you!! bye 🩷🩷🩷🩷 #ChudTwins 👯♀️👯♀️👯♀️👯♀️
the best time to read percy jackson is when you’re at peak middle-schooler awkwardness and haven’t read enough literature by more experienced writers to judge it for its mistakes. if you start it after taking more than one high school english class, you might have standards that can get in the way of enjoying a teacher’s first try at writing a five book series that diverse characters, written in a literary atmosphere where any fiction with characters with politicized existences were meant to be mocked and smothered into oblivion. but if your spirit is youthful enough to ignore the often noticeably new-at-this and just-trying-their-best writing, it's magical and will cling to you forever like a parasite, and as you age, the ghost of its literary potential will occasionally possess you and show you versions of the original material that are the coolest shit since people in stompy boots and eyeliner. the community of old fans possessed by ghosts of literary potential welcomes you with open arms. the prophecy foretells that this country of refugees will one day leave their camps in Ao3 and Tumblr to storm an office and hold a publishing company exec at gunpoint, and the ghosts will live again
SYNOPSIS: he knows your taste is a little (a lot) bit high maintenance.
CONTENTS: rapper!bf!martin x highmaintenance!fem!reader. readers occupation is never specified, open to your interpretation. short smau! based on poetic justice by kendrick lamar. slight #ihatemybf.
JULES'S NOTES: my most played song of all time, created by the greatest rapper of all time (argue with the wall). dedicated to my babeh @tateholic ❤️. I do have an idea for pt. 2 based on never lose me by flo milli, lmk if you would like to see it! also I know absolutely nothing about nobu I'm just larping.
i’m sorry, but if you’re the type of person who sends anonymous hate over fanfiction, you are genuinely one of the most miserable people on the internet.
imagine being so deeply bothered by a fictional story that your response is to hide behind an anonymous account and spend your free time trying to make a stranger feel like shit. that isn’t activism, it isn’t criticism, and it sure as hell isn’t something to be proud of. it’s pathetic.
driving someone off an app because you didn’t like what they wrote is genuinely disgusting behaviour. congratulations, you bullied someone over fictional characters. is that seriously something you look back on and feel good about? because if your biggest achievement is making another human being afraid to post their hobby, that’s honestly embarrassing.
what makes it even worse is the cowardice of it all. if you’re so convinced you’re in the right, why hide behind anonymous messages? because you know exactly what you’re doing. you know you’re not trying to have a conversation—you just want to harass someone without facing any consequences for it.
some of you seriously need to grow the fuck up. the block button exists. the mute button exists. scrolling exists. nobody is forcing you to read fanfiction. choosing harassment over simply clicking away says far more about your character than it ever will about the person writing the fic.
there is absolutely nothing normal about dedicating your time to making strangers miserable over fictional content. if you think that’s acceptable, then you seriously need to step away from the internet and reevaluate the kind of person you’ve become. because at the end of the day, the fanfiction isn’t the disturbing part of this situation. the disturbing part is that some of you have convinced yourselves that bullying real people is somehow justified because you didn’t like a story.
❤︎ KITSCH he can’t help falling for you, even if it feels rushed.
‘09 ゛friends to lovers, classmates to lovers, highschool au, teen romance, fluff, hugs, kisses, skinship, heartfelt confessions… ◝(ᵔᗜᵔ)◜ CATALOGUE! 812 物語
EOM SEONGHYEON WAS THE QUIETEST BOY YOU KNEW. you couldn’t really tell if you were too loud or if he was just super quiet. you didn’t care much about it. all he remembered was you sitting down next to him on the first day of school in homeroom, with a pretty smile and a floral scent, deciding that you were his friend. no negotiations, no words needed. simply just that smile and your seat next to his.
seonghyeon fell for you rather quickly—in his book he thought so, your presence one that captivated him. you walked to classes together everyday without fail, you walked home together, walked to school together. you ate together, studied at the library together. every second spent with you felt like a dream. it wasn’t anything special: spending time with your friend doing things friends always do.
but to seonghyeon it was so much more.
it wasn’t immediate—but not long, his feelings for you. they grew silently with this vehemence he learnt to express quietly. in the smiles he flashed you every time you made a joke only he’d understand. in the snacks he got you every time he saw your hungry face. in the hushed moments when there was nothing more but silence and your being. he grew accustomed to it. he got used to the butterflies.
the fluttering in his stomach that made the heat rush to his ears, the one that made his heart race. the butterflies he only felt when you were around. you were blissfully unaware of the fact that you kept him up every night. oblivious to the way his eyes lit up when you called him by his name so sweetly.
it only took a month for him to name this feeling love. only one month for him to realise what he wanted forever. one month of memories money couldn’t buy. all because one day you decided he was your friend without saying the words. just showing up every time, giggling at nothing, calling seonghyeon your favourite boy—he was, loving him out loud without the frankness of it. you didn’t need to be candor to know it was true.
“y/n.” he called your name gently. you looked up from your notebook, the softness of his tone tugging on your heartstrings.
“yeah, hyeon?” you breathed out.
“do you know what it’s like to fall in love?” he questioned, out of the blue, inquisitive.
“mm, maybe a thing or two. why?” you hummed, resting your cheek on a palm.
“do you ever look at someone and feel butterflies?”
“um… may…be.” you stammered, rather bashful, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear as you smiled apprehensively.
“is it okay to be sure that your heart yearns for someone even if it feels too soon?” seonghyeon was never this cheesy, not that you knew of. he was soft, he was gentle but he was never warm in a way that lovers were.
“hyeon.”
“i think i’m in love with you, y/n.” he said, affectionate in a way that made your heart melt like an ice cream.
“you are?” you asked, auspicious and hushed—slightly incredulous.
“i know we’ve only really known each other for a month but i just can’t help it when i’m with you.” his hand reached for yours, his fingers threading through yours slowly.
“really?” your heart pounded.
“there’s nothing i haven’t felt more sure about in my life.” he held your hand to his chest, almost as if he wanted you to feel just how much he loved you, his lips twitching up into that smile you’ve always loved.
“kiss me.” you giggled, your eyes glittering with love and infatuation.
“what?” his eyes widened slightly, his breath catching in his throat. kiss you? the girl of his dreams wanted him to kiss her?
“kiss me, silly.” your smile grew at the sight of his flushed cheeks, your eyes widening as well when his lips pressed against yours.
he didn’t rush—neither of you did, his lips simply moved against yours, warm and soft, like he would never ever let go. you shifted just enough for your lips to fit perfectly, deepening the kiss. his other hand landed on your waist to pull you closer, yours cupping his cheek to tilt his head better. the both of you didn’t want to pull away, you only did because your lungs burned with the need for oxygen.
your foreheads were digging into each others, your chests heaving with deep breaths and the love that lingered in the air.
“i do look at you and feel butterflies, hyeon. and this, it’s okay.” you breathed out, another giggle slipping past your lips when he buried his head in your neck, his arms embracing your body in a hug.
maybe it was a little bit rushed but it was love and that didn’t need a timer.
旋律 >_< hi guyssssssss… finally i can write something short because i was genuinely convinced i lost all abilities to write short works. anywho, i’ll definitely be a little more active but i am still unfortunately on my semi-hiatus. but, it is okay, i will post when i can and try to get some stuff out every now and then. i hope you enjoy, hugs and kisses mwah!
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