Kaeroskai

One lethal dose is a lifetime supply :)))

[writers-block246]

Dick: no jason, you can’t have the last of Alfred’s brownies.

Jason: I can’t believe this. I die and this is how you treat me??

Tim: we’ve pretty much all died at this point, bro.

Damian: yeah, Todd. Find something new to use.

Jason: I literally can’t have anything in this family.

[hawberries]

so. haikaveh

[afraid-of-the-dark]

A comic I quickly scribbled

[chronicconfusion]

[productomag]

paco rabanne fall 2020 detail

[crypticauthour]

Even Weird Al has had that™ experience with Tony Hawk

[packder]

[roguetelemetry]

Tony Hawk IS Forrest Gump

[foone]

So I looked up why and how this happened, and it turns out Weird Al hired a company called Birdhouse Skateboards to provide some “skate/punk” extras for the video. Birdhouse Skateboards is a company started by Tony Hawk, so not only did Weird Al end up putting Tony Hawk in his video without realizing it, he actually hired Tony Hawk’s company without realizing it! And then Tony Hawk just decided to go along as one of the extras himself.

BTW, he’d already won like 40 contests already, some of them international skateboarding contests. So it’s not like Weird Al cast some unknown skateboarder who ended up becoming World Famous Skateboarder, he was already well known and was running his own Skateboarding company.

[cookingwithroxy]

Think of it this way. This wasn’t ‘Weird Al got Tony Hawk to be in his video’, this was ‘Tony Hawk found a way to be in a Weird Al Video.’

[cryoverkiltmilk]

The chance that Tony Hawk has infiltrated your location or piece of media is low

BUT NEVER ZERO.

[aquilacalvitium]

And you’ll never know it until he admits to it

[abigail]

when i got home after the new years celebrations last night, i took off my boots and found this pin stuck in the bottom of one of them,, a good sign for the new year perhaps ? :-) 

[batcii]

headed to greener pastures  

[id: a young shepherd boy with brown skin and blond hair runs down a steep incline. he is surrounded by a herd of large white mountain goats. he is carrying a shepherd’s crook in one hand and a staff with a bell on it in the other. /end id]

[redoanrony]

pigeonforge

[my-lovely-dreams]

[aghxst]

[gnomebud]

[image description: Digital fanart of Jaskier and Yennefer from The Witcher. Jaskier is lying on the ground inside a magic circle, smiling contentedly with his eyes clothes. Kneeling next to him outside the circle is Yennefer, who is holding a candle with a blue flame and reading from a red book. There are other candles around them, along with a red stone and green bottles. Yennefer is labeled “my hot witch wife” and Jaskier is labeled “me doing whatever the hell she wants”. /end id]

[whitepeopletwitter]

[fickle-ghost-friend]

I love this scientist man who has probably been, on many occasions, a victim of physics

[sensiblereblogifposts]

Reblog if you have been a victim of physics

[supreme-leader-stoat]

If you or a loved one has been a victim of physics, you may be entitled to financial compensation.

[kaiyonohime]

I, too, have been unfairly abused by physics on many an occasion.

[everythingfox]

[sulietsexual]

“Do you think she just woke up one morning and said -” “I think I’ll go to law school today.”

Legally Blonde [2001]

[gretahayes]

I firmly believe that except for Cass (because Cass scares him lowkey) the only of Bruce’s kids he can't yell at or lecture when they're in a bad mood are Dick and Tim.

Tim and Dick watch Bruce yell at the rest of their siblings like damn that could never be us. Cause Bruce knows that if he yells at Tim, Tim's moving out because he is ALWAYS looking for excuses to not come home. Tim doesn't even say shit either—he's out of the Manor before the next morning and Bruce knows he's seeing Red Robin not Tim for the next two months.

If Bruce makes the mistake of even slightly raising his voice at or taking a patronizing/disrespectful tone when Dick's in a bad mood, Dick immediately chooses violence. He goes straight for the jugular—aren't your parents dead as hell? At least mine taught me a craft before dying. I'm sure they hired someone to shoot them so they won't have to deal with your big mouth and ugly attitude. Furry ninja looking motherfucker. It's all rapid-fire too, so Bruce can't even process the first one before the next one comes

Dick "knows life on the hardest mode only" Grayson and Tim "I did my job as Robin, anything I'm doing for you right now is a FAVOR" Drake don't have his time

[incorrectbatfam]

Damian: Son of a bitch.

Bruce: You better watch that mouth of yours.

Damian: But it's not a bad word. It's an expression.

Bruce: Who told you that?

Damian: Todd.

Bruce, under his breath: Son of a bitch.

[two-thirtyy]

Where do you see yourself in 5 years?

Look buddy, i’m just trying to make it to Friday.

[taykoutmccleod]

reblog if its friday and you made it

[chaeryybomb]

his 49th confession

pairing: na jaemin x female reader

featuring: yoo karina, park jisung

genre: high school au, angst angst angst LMAO

wordcount: 1.5k

a/n: i guess this is kinda like a part 1 or prequel to this one-shot, can be read as stand alone too so yuh. also this was inspired by the manga “49th confession” pls read it, it’s so good

“Please, tell me you love me.”

“No.”

Dyed blond hair, pierced ears, delinquent student Na Jaemin. Your typical “bad boy” character who was despised by all the teachers, and was often warned by you, the head of the student council. Ever since yesterday when he suddenly confessed to you, you refused him flatly. Leaving him alone at the school’s rooftop.

When you enter the classroom, you notice the lack of his presence as usual. Classes soon begin, and you try your best to concentrate. Keyword: try. Every so often, your gaze lingers to the table that is next to you, an empty seat that is decorated only by a slim flower vase; a sole white lily to pay respects. As soon as you catch yourself staring, you avert your gaze but your mind still lingers on the flower, saddening you.

Sometimes you wish Karina wasn’t that good of a friend. When she approaches you after class with a sympathetic smile, a comforting hand on your shoulder, you brace yourself for her words. “You liked him, didn’t you?” She asks. You don’t even need her to ask more to know who she’s referring to.

“I’m fine,” you reply, never once denying her. Instead, you brush her off.

“Y/N-“

“I said I’m fine, Karina,” you cut her off with a smile, a silent warning. Tucking a piece of hair behind your ears, you say, “I forgot I have to meet with our class teacher, I’ll talk to you later.”

But he’s already waiting for you out in the hallway. Na Jaemin flashes you his familiar grin and waves at you. Soon, you find yourself back at the same spot from yesterday with a repeated confession. And you reject him, again.

“I’m not going to stop confessing to you. I love you. I’ll keep telling you this everyday until you accept me.”

True to his word, he confesses to you the next day and the next day and the next. Ever since that day, he keeps confessing to you but your answer remains the same each time. Sometimes, he would wait at your doorstep in the morning or at the rooftop where you ate your lunch. But even when you rejected him, he’d walk you to school and join you at lunch. Always striking a conversation with you and making you laugh harder than you ever did. Even so, you’ve already decided that you are never going to change your mind.

Today, he’s late. Maybe it’s because you were busy the entire day with the upcoming school festival, you didn’t exactly have the time for another confession. It’s already late in the evening, everyone has gone home while you just finished your last student council meeting. The last bit of sunlight shines through the empty classroom, decorating the walls in a warm orange as the sun slowly settles.

You stand in front of the white lily desk, the tips of the flower petals are now brown, it’s slowly withering. You wonder if they will replace the flower with a new one. Or are they just going to let it wither away. Your heart is heavy as you trace the desk with your finger, that is when you acknowledge his presence. He stands at the entrance, you don’t lift your head up to meet his eyes. Instead, you wait for his confession, it’s already embedded in your daily routine.

“You should just forget that dead guy,” he says instead.

His words shocks you,a protest slowly builds up in your throat. How could he say that?

“He’s gone now. Go find a new love, someone who can tre-“

“Shut up!”

“…”

“Don’t you say that!” You clench your fist together as you bite on your tongue to stop the tears. “How could you say that?!” You yell at him.

Jaemin doesn’t say anything, and neither do you when you walk past him, like he's never there in the first place.

The next day, you notice he isn’t in front of your house to confess his love for you again. ‘Did I cross the line yesterday?’ You recalled your outburst, worried that you had hurt his feelings but you shook the thought away. Maybe he had something to do.

But the uneasy feeling doesn’t go away, instead it increased when he was absent during lunch as well. The entire day, you find it hard to concentrate in class as you pick at your fingernails. Once again you brush Karina off when she asks if you were okay. Internally, you’re relieved when the last bell has rang. You barely manage a proper goodbye to your best friend before you dash out of the school with only Na Jaemin in mind.

You make sure to check everywhere, empty classrooms, the cafeteria, the school rooftop and even the library where you doubted he’d be there but wanted to check just in case. You ignore the questioning looks the other students gave you, they are probably thinking, “Why is the head of the student council running around like a madman?”

The last stop is the park near your school. Hands on your knees, you’re bending over, out of breath. You run your hand through your hair as you scan the area, trying to spot the familiar head of messy blond hair. But your efforts are fruitless. Disappointed, you drag yourself to the swing set and slump down. As you bury your face in your hands, you mentally curse at yourself for yelling at him yesterday. Tears swell up when you realize that was your last moment with him.

“Y/N?”

The familiar voice makes you look up instantly. Lo and behold, Na Jaemin is standing there all in his glory. His face twists into concern when he sees your tears. He refrains himself from reaching out, while you stand there, wiping at your tears in an attempt to stop crying. A beat of silence, and then he breaks it.

“I love you. Please, return my feelings.”

He half expects you to reject him, but holds onto the small hope of you accepting him.

You drop your hands to your side, finally letting the tears fall freely. “I can’t,” you try to smile but your voice betrays you, “If I do that, you’ll ascend to the afterlife, right?”

The truth is, Na Jaemin died two months ago. He got caught in a bus accident, they couldn’t save him. His death broke you. Because you were sobbing in class when your teacher broke the news, Karina was immediately at your side. They placed the flower on his desk, and everyday when you saw it, it was a painful reminder that he was gone.

Then he suddenly appeared again that day.

“My only regret is that I never told you my feelings. Because of that I can’t move on. I love you, Y/N. Please accept my feelings so that I can ascend. Please, tell me you love me.”

You didn’t want him to go. No, you couldn’t let him go. You want to stay by his side forever. So you rejected him, again and again. You couldn’t afford to lose him again. So what if he’s a ghost? You’d take it, as long as it means that Jaemin stays by your side. Even if it means hurting you, and him.

“I can’t do that, Jaemin,” you sob, “I don’t want you to go,” you admit.

It hurts him seeing you like this, but there is no other way. “This is the 49th day, my 49th confession. Y/N, if I don’t move on by the 50th day, I won’t be able to pass over. I’ll forever be a wandering spirit,” he tries to explain to you. There is no easy way to overcome it.

“But how would I move on?!” You blurt out. It’s selfish, you know. “You died, Jaemin. And then you suddenly appeared again to tell me you love me! I…” You bite the insides of your cheeks, you’re trembling. The fear of knowing that Jaemin has to move on. You have to let him go.

He takes a step closer. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” He wants to hold you, his fingers twitch at the urge but he can’t, he knows he can’t. “I…I wished things were different, I’m sorry,” is all he can say. He wishes he can make a deal with God, or anyone, to let him have more time with you.

“I’ll look over you, I’ll never truly leave you,” he tells you. “Visit me during my anniversary, you’ll see me then. I promise.”

Your fists curl up, a second passes by and you relax your hands. You nod. “Okay,” you nod again, the second time to convince yourself. “I’ll visit you everyday, I-I’ll tell you about m-my day and I’ll even bring Jisung, I’ll-“ you stop yourself to take a deep breath.

Looking into his eyes, you know that this is the last time you’ll see him. Mustering up the courage, finally you say, “I love you, Na Jaemin.”

Dyed blonde hair, pierced ears, delinquent student, Na Jaemin. Your first love disappears in front of you, the image of his smile is now forever in your mind.

© chaeryybomb 2022