Unpopular Opinion: Sometimes... Fandom Isn't That Important. Sometimes Fandom Isn't "that Deep" To Someone.

unpopular opinion: sometimes... fandom isn't that important. sometimes fandom isn't "that deep" to someone. sometimes people don't interact within the fandom and like to watch from afar. sometimes people just want to look at cool art or read cool fanfics, and that's it.

let's normalize fandom being a hobby or an interest and not a lifestyle. normalize taking a step back, taking time off and disconnecting from fandom without feeling bad. it's okay and healthy to prioritize yourself over media instead of consuming it 24/7. it's okay to set boundaries and enjoy something the way you need.

I will need 2-3 buisness years to recover from episode 6 of captain america and the winter soldier.

if grace don’t stop saying the people on the train are “not real” or that they’re “nulls” istg

“you can stop being a goody two shoes for a day and come hang out with me,” you offer in the nicest tone you can muster, chair scraping loudly against the wooden floor as you scoot closer to your companion. “please?”

“no.”

“boring. can’t believe you’re so grumpy even though you’re friends with me.”

“we are the furthest thing from friends,” bakugo grits out, pointedly ignoring your jabbing in his arm and  fixing his eyes on his homework.

“alright so like, do you mean that as in enemies or lovers?” the tip of your pen continues to prod at the boy, ignoring his attempts to move away from the action. you both know he’s not exactly trying anyways, all the doodles on his arm where you pushed his sleeve up to draw a testament to that. 

“both if you don’t shut the fuck up and let me finish right now, brat.”

your racing heart does nothing to stop you from provoking him further, leaning dangerously close into his personal space. “oh? did i just hear that grumpy ol’ bakugo would date me?” 

“did you miss the part where i said i’d obliterate you?” 

his palms are sweaty and he’s gripping his pen too tight but he hopes you won’t notice. scribbling down onto his worksheet loudly just to make a point, a feeble attempt to pretend as if all of his undivided attention wasn’t on how close you were right now.

his response goes by completely ignored, only fueling you even further. “you’re not denying it.”

“stop being stupid.” 

“you’re avoiding the question,” you point out, and shit, he realizes, you’re kind of right.

he wants to put his head through the table right now. why is it that every time you’re even near him that it sends his mind into a frenzy, when just months ago he’d have lashed out at you with genuine insults just for talking to him?

“shut the fuck up,” he says again, weakly. you laugh, the sound sending a flutter through his heart. 

“you’re cute when you’re all embarrassed like this.” 

Finally, finally he lifts his gaze from the sheet to look at you, lips formed into his signature scowl. 

“will you be quiet if i say yes?” he blurts out, eyes darting back away from you the moment he gets the words out. it’s now or never, he thinks to himself. might as well get it over with.

“w-what?” you splutter, not expecting him to give such a comeback. 

“i said what i said. take it or leave.” 

“well,” you begin slowly, still processing his words, “not really, since if i said yes then that means you’d be stuck with me and then-”

your words are cut off when bakugo leans in and presses his lips to yours for a split second, so quick and chaste you wonder if you imagined it. 

“you’re so annoying,” he mumbles when he pulls back, turning back to look at the desk.

“you like me though,” you say cautiously, mind still reeling from the sudden escalation of events, “right?”

bakugo sighs, though it sounds much more fond than irritated this time. “can you not take a hint? i do. deal with it.”

“oh.” he looks much softer when he’s not scowling. maybe even cute. Hopefully no one else gets to see this side of him, you muse. “that’s nice of you.”

“yeah yeah, whatever. now just stay fuckin’ quiet like you are right now and let me finish this damn worksheet, yeah?”

— anniversary bake sale; bakugo k.

reminder that george floyd wasn't a martyr who sacrificed his life for the betterment of white people

he didn't choose to die. he didn't sacrifice himself. he was murdered in cold blood

white people are already twisting this, thanking him for his sacrifice like he decided to be brutally murdered by a white cop for existing as a black man

like. stop thanking him for being killed just because it made you open your eyes! it was never his responsibilty to make you take a stand against police violence and racial profiling in the first place

you want to make something out of his death? acknowledge that it was senseless and never should have happened in the first place! stop glorifying this murder

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: historical!au, fluff, angst, smut

Warnings: (past) minor child abandonment, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), fingering, oral (female), yoongi can’t start fires, minor depictions of violence (someone gets kicked once), marking? kinda? yoongi lowkey has a consent kink, he says she belongs to him but he also says he belongs to her is that a kink? idk, a title kink? he likes when she calls him her king, pussy spanking, degradation/humiliation, name calling, cumplay ig? teasing, begging, one (1) titty slap, teasing, impregnation kink

Word Count: 16k+

Summary: Yoongi didn’t plan to collide with you on that fateful day, but it’s not long before you consume is every thought. As a palace maid, you weren’t destined for greatness, but he seems to think otherwise.

↳ or, Yoongi wants to make you his queen

A/N: so this was supposed to be shameless pwp based on daechwita, but obviously that didn’t happen sldjfsldkj. this is the longest fic i’ve written to date, and it’s my baby so i hope you guys like it and give me feedback. i’ve honestly had so many people read this that i can’t remember all of them and i hope none of you take offense to that i just have the memory of a goldfish. BUT shoutout to @luffles424 for always encouraging me and supporting my ideas bc i really don’t think i would have finished this without you, and @wwilloww and @ot7always for catching all my mistakes (there were a lot of them) so that i didn’t have to go back and read all 16k

Vocab: Sangtugwan - the little crown thing on their tiny man bun Daenggi - the ribbon/tie hybrid that women used to put up their hair Jeogori - the top piece of the hanbok Goreum - the tie that holds the front of the jeogori closed Sillok - historical records Donggot - the hair pin that goes through the sangtugwan Hyung - an older brother Appa - dad

Your entry to the palace had been uneventful. Your father’s wife had sent you away to the palace to work as a maid. Whether the reason was because he loved your mother more than he loved his wife, or because he favored his illegitimate child over any of his other children, you weren’t sure. Perhaps it was both.

Catching the King’s eye had been a stroke of luck. You weren’t as pretty as his concubines, nor were you talented or skilled enough to garner his attention. You were a simple palace maid through and through with little knowledge of the outside world.

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