Can Someone Please Tell Me Why @oppah-deactivated20201117 Acct Deactivated? Like Im Perplexed 0-o I Miss

can someone please tell me why @oppah-deactivated20201117 acct deactivated? like i’m perplexed 0-o I miss their posts especially they’re such a great writer T-T.

This was so good tho like—😳

pretty liars | jjk (m)

jungkook didn’t like the look on your face one bit; like you were figuring out ways to break him through that pretty, scary little head of yours.

muses. jungkook x alien!reader

genre. r 18+, explicit | space au

wc. 6000+

content(s). kook is handcuffed with no pants, interrogations, mentions of amnesia, blowjob, cunnilingus, foreplay, a lot of bantering, overall it’s sex, you know the drill, i’m such a noob at listing stuff pls don’t bully me

notes. this was nearly 7000 words of just smut itself (chuckles) i’m in danger..

“You don’t remember me, do you?”

Your voice twisted wryly, “I don’t remember much of anything. Least of all who I am, or why everyone is after me. That’s why I brought you here. You’re going to supply me with some much-needed answers.”

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disney: here’s our seventh first gay character!

also disney:

if anyone wants to read the actual tweet from op, go here. theres too many twt accs drawing their own conclusion and connecting their own dots. and fake anonymous accs/impersonating op are popping up every second. pls beware there are mentions of events of sexual assault

also fuck you to everybody who made jesy nelson feel inferior to her bandmates and body shamed her. fuck you. fuck you piers morgan. fuck you katie hopkins. fuck you simon cowell. fuck you syco. fuck you columbia. fuck you internet trolls. fuck you for making her hate the one thing she loved. all she wanted to do was sing and dance, but you ruined that for her, and turned her into a ‘broken doll’. you diminshed her for the shape of her body. you care so much for her looks, you ignored her talent. and even now, when she wants to be away from you, you still write terrible comments about her. fuck you. i hate you so much. you broke her and and took away the one thing she loved. fuck you. 

do we really live in a world like this? where we judge people for the weight of their body and not the weight of their characteristics? do we really? how have we even evolved as humans if this is the type of shit people have to face?

all you had to do was BE KIND.

Reasons Wretched and Divine (Pt. 7)

(Hybrid au) (YoonMinJoon x Reader) (Mafia au) 

Summary: After years of abuse, you’ve all finally found each other. But for one of you- the fear still lingers, hidden in the shadows. Yoongi doesn’t want much, just a few more weeks, but he only has until the end of the summer. 

Parings: Snake hybrid! Yoongi x Dog hybrid! Jimin x Dog hybrid! Namjoon x Pregnant! Reader, Platonic Vmin, allusions to 2seok, 

Genre: Hybrid au, Polyamory au, Hurt/Comfort, Recovery, Pregnancy, Mafia au

Tags:  Domestic abuse, references to sexual abuse- and choosing to have sex even though you’ve been through sa, physical abuse, polyamory negotiations, Post-traumatic stress disorder, mute characters, brief gore at the end, pregnant m/c, frottage, marking kink, fingering, oral f. receiving, Voyeurism, exhibitionism, implied death but dont worry I do not write MCD!!!!

A/n: just for posterity’s sake! i was drunk when i posted this! enjoy! full gangbang comes in (y/n) next chapter! (oh god im going to hell).

W/c: 10.5k

Song Rec: Like Real People do ~ Hozier

~ Series Masterlist ~

2 Years Earlier

-  If Jeon Jungkook where so esoterically inclined, he would write a book on how he had become the most dangerous man in the underworld. It would be a short book though; because Jungkook had only 2 rules for himself. The first was to always get up after he’d been hit during a fight (even if it took him a second) and the second was to know when to mind his own business. 

- Jungkook was always able to get up after being hit, Even when he’d been a street kid, with not a penny to his name and a whole lot of anger in his mouth. ready to spit vitriol at anyone who would pause and listen. He’d always been able to get up. The pain giving him a kind of sick clarity that he eventually sought out instead of tried to escape. Jungkook could never think as clearly as he did during a fight; or when he was in pain. And that was probably because of his father. 

- But whatever. That man was 6 feet under along with his mother. He didn’t have a lot of time or energy to put into dealing with that trauma. Most of his energy went into staying alive. Even now- when living and surviving teetered on the same edge. Jungkook had more pressing matters to tend to than dealing with his own fragile mind. 

- The way he would get up and hop around for a second to soak in the clarity after being hit during a scuffle was one of the reasons why he’d been given his street name: The Playboy Bunny; further set in stone with his tattoo of the same moniker under his left eye. A cheekbone he’d tap and say “you want to hit me? why don’t you try your luck and see how well it turns out for you.” 

- He was doing reconnaissance, checking up on the leader of another gang. Sneaking around the back alley with his hood up and his glasses on- disguising his black eye that was sure to get more than a few looks from passers-by. The ears of the playboy bunny tattoo peeking out over the top of his mask. 

- He keeps his eyes on the crowd waiting for some sort of handoff- to see anything at all. But he’d lost his target through the crowd and has no drive to find them in the dizzying rush of people and umbrellas. Not yet. Not when the hum of addiction lurks in his veins. 

- Jungkook pauses, lighting a cigarette, when a commotion to the side, hidden around a corner- blurs his concentration- the world snapping back into focus when he sinks his fingernails into his palm. Terse voices. A couple fighting in the alleyway perpendicular to his. 

- Minding his own business was a particular skill of his- it took one kind of person to know when to step in, and another to know which problems weren’t worth the headache. And unless it involved the acquisition money or some step therein, it wasn’t a problem worth getting into in Jungkook’s opinion.

- But Jungkook can’t stop his ears from hearing snippets of conversation, a low and angry male voice. The sound of a smack. “You just had to embarrass me like that, didn’t you? First, you come out dressed like a slob and then you act like a fucking whore- I swear if I see you give eyes to another man this week I’ll beat you five ways to Sunday”

- The sound of a soft female voice, so quiet- almost indistinguishable from the pouring rain, “I wasn’t-” another smack.

- Jungkook has been hit so many times he knows the sound of it, the ragged gasp the woman lets out, also quite- like even the pain takes up too much space. 

- His body starts to move before his mind thinks it through as he gives up position in favor of investigating the noise. There he sees it, ivy growing up the wall next to the back exit of some restaurant. A woman, small crouching in front of a grotesque man. A baggy coat buttoned tight around her small form. hair swept back in a tight bun. Red lipstick smudged. Though you check your hands and think its blood for a moment before you remember you’re wearing it. 

- Jungkook waits for a moment before he watches you stand on shaky legs. you get up. 

- The rest of the underworld might be old grudges and blood feuds but Jungkook was only here to be a businessman. He didn’t have time for ego and arrogance, let alone time for altruism… 

- Usually. 

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