Dear Teen Girls,

Dear teen girls,

Stop abusing your boyfriends and yes what you are doing is abuse.

Stop:

Yelling at him in front of his friends 

Hitting or slapping him when he does or says something you don’t like

Telling him he doesn’t have a choice when it comes to decisions that involve both of you 

Telling him he can’t hang out with friends because you don’t like him

Telling him to not talk to other girls even if they are his friend

Forcing him to spend every moment with you 

Belittling him and pointing out all his flaws

Calling him stupid or making fun of him for making a mistake

Threatening to break up with him if he doesn’t do what you want

Being emotionally manipulative and crying until he does what you want

Accusing him of cheating every time he’s not with you

Blow up is phone if he doesn’t text you every five minutes 

Telling him you are the must thing that has ever happened to him and no one else will love

Physically attacking him when ever you are mad

Forcing him to have sex despite that fact that he said he didn’t want to

Invading his privacy by going through his phone

Getting mad at him for changing his password and demanding he tell you what it is

If a guy did any of these things to a girl it would be considered abuse but since its the other way around its considered normal. Throughout High school I saw many girl treating their boyfriends like shit. Sometime even physically abusing them in the hallways and no one trying to stop it because its a girl attacking a boy. 

Boys: If your girlfriend does anything on this list leave her. It is abuse and you deserve better.

Girls: if you find your self doing anything on this list to your boyfriend you need to knock it off because you are being abusive. 

Listen, i know you’re feeling like you can’t handle this. I know how true that seems right now. But in a year’s time, you’ll be standing tall, flushed with pride looking back at how far you’ve come. Getting through this might be messy, and tough as hell, but just keep holding on tight.

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WHY IS DRAWING HANDS SO FUCKING HARD

i see the light

lee donghyuck x reader, nct 00 line

soulmate!au, highschool!au, angst, fluff, death mention, loss of sight mention

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how you compliment him on everything from the way he leans as he washes dishes and how he slouches doing homework to the way he ties his shoes and even just pushes his hair back. renjun’s vision blurs violently before he shudders as he finally realises you’ve spent these last months putting all your might into memorising those you love.

This morning is dimmer than the last, something that acts an indication of it being too early to be up for school but when you glance your phone and see that dreaded time, you quickly move to get up. It’s seventeen minutes past seven when you reach your bathroom, tooth brush in hand and face washed when you begin your inspection; assigning every ounce of concentration you have to the cause. Widening your eyes a smidge further before shutting them, you use your free hand to feel for the space between your brows, clasping your kohl pencil as you figure out how best to frame your eyes. You’ve saved a few photos of yourself you think they look the best in, ones you’d like to use at the salon when you one day get them done.

Next is your nose. You’ve never been good at contour or even much considered it but it’s a growing fad and you’d like to be prepared so you’ve practiced, swept a powder a touch darker than your skin to the sides of the bridge while your lids rest comfortably over your eyes. You’d mastered your cheeks — a barely there touch of your brush to the pan followed by a light dusting as you faked a smiled, both something you did regularly. The last step was your lips which you did on the bus, train, at dinners, parties, in the day, in the dark — they’d be fine yet you still practiced. Your skin you’d spent months perfecting; cutting out dairy, sugar, caffeine, refining your skin care to the point you had beauty gurus quaking. You still practiced concealer.

It all had to be done because you didn’t know how long you had. You’d recently begun thinking you liked it better that way.

“____, Injun is here!”

You’d had your eyes shut since seventeen past seven. Your heart soared when you found yourself more than presentable though, your eyes even sore from the sudden beam of the fluorescent bathroom lights. You hadn’t perfected the time though — it was quarter past 8 and you were yet to have breakfast, get dressed or even pack your bag in that time but you’d get a handle on it when you had to. If you had a handle on anything it was your priorities.

“Give me a sec!” It took you three minutes, to snatch your things off the desk and toss them in your bag, get dressed, tie your laces and snatch a cereal bar. “Love you Mom, bye—“

You’d successfully avoided her for a solid few weeks, claims of winter finals and fatigue working for the time being. Catapulting yourself out the door with Renjun in tow may have been pushing it but she never fret, a knowing smile on her face as she suspects you’ve coordinated your outfit. It’s easy to escape someone as  spacey as her, her mind full of nothing but whimsey  and wonder. You wouldn’t wish any less for her so it’s better she remain firm in her naivety, out of the loop; something you find you’re too out of when you finally look to your right and find Renjun absent. It’s after your full 180 spin you see him planted firmly on the curb, closer to your house than to school. He looked good today — as always. His whole outfit looked like the darkest of greys, all solids, yet the textures still stood out.

“What?”

“What?” He adopted that shrillness you knew came before he was about to rip into you and you’d laugh if you weren’t so distracted. “What the hell was that?”

“What?”

“I dare you to say that again.”

“Renjun, we’ll be late, can we walk and talk?” You’d begun walking as you spoke but eventually stopped when you slowed to focus your hearing, to see whether the sound of your footfall was joined by his own. It was not. “Renjun come on!”

“____, what is going on with you?”

It was a long time coming this talk, one you didn’t want to have walking to school. In fact it was one you didn’t fancy having period yet it was one you knew you’d have to and if it was with anyone it would be with Renjun. “Honestly,” but it couldn’t be now. “Nothing, she’s just really intense early in the morning you know that.”

He stared you down for so long you almost broke. You were seconds from caving before he shook his head, his short legs skipping till he arrive by your side tutting. “Be nice to your Mom, she’s cool.” He scolded, elbowing you when scoffed. “I’m serious, except how she always teases me for letting my Mom dress me. It’s not like I really know what I’m putting on you know?”

You froze then, though you know the teasing never bothered him he did remind you how your Mom doesn’t dress you. She knows this as much as you do so you’d have to start making unflattering changes to your outfit choices as not to cause suspicion. The reminder of your predicament returns to your mind in full force and even though he doesn’t notice you feel you have to over play it. “Yeah, like, absolutely no one at school knows or cares right?”

“Yeah.” He laughs with you before your clever and all knowing best friend reminds, “Except Jaemin and Ani.”

He doesn’t mean to do it on purpose you have to remind yourself. It’s just that he knows things and this is a thing and he knows it and the only reason he doesn’t know not to mention it is because you said you’re fine.

But you are most definitely not fine.

“Sorry, I mean You-Know-Who.” He wiggles his fingers in your face in mockery at your ‘silly crush’ before running out of your reach, certain your hand will grab at his shirt collar for teasing. You don’t, but you roll your eyes before he can notice. “In all seriousness, you could have an ugly ass combination of clothes on right now and almost no one would know.”

“Yeah,” Almost.

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the prompt: hello :) can I request a fluffy NCT Johnny soulmate!au where when the person sleeps, they see through their soulmates eyes.

words: 1662

category: fluff + soulmate!au

author note: this is actually my favorite johnny one i’ve done so far so pls enjoy it!

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