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Put in the tags the last song you listened to, this is the song you end up serenading your ult bias with
my GIRL back at it again with her talented ass writing fuck😍♥️
i’m just in my soft Zion hours, let me be
Most people see Zion as someone distant. So did you when you first met him. But when you started dating he showed you his soft side, how fond of you he is. You guys had been dating for over a year now and that’s what made you love him the most, that he trusted you enough to be himself around you. One day you were laying around on the couch with Z, but you noticed he was staring at you, which made you blush. ‘Babe, why you so pretty? Like damn, did I really get this lucky?’ He simply said. You couldn’t help but just giggle, not really knowing how to answer. ‘You’re just so cute, so stunning, I could just stare at you for hours and I wouldn’t mind. I’m falling really damn hard for you’ Zion then squished your cheeks together and starting giving you little feather pecks, which made you giggle even more. ‘Fuck, I love you. That’s it, I said it, I love you, I love you, I love you and I love you’ Neither of you had said those words, but the fact that Zion was the first one to say them, made everything a hundred times more special. ‘Wait, hold up’ You said, which instantly made him nervous. You couldn’t hold it any longer and you just burst into laughter, Zion was disappointed but not impressed at this point, ‘So, that’s it? You’re just going to laugh after what I just said?’ He was getting pissed now. ‘Z, are you kidding me? Caleb, I don’t love you, boi, I ADORE YOU. I swear, my heart just has to grow bigger because my love for you is endless. I was just taken aback, I guess, but I love you Z, don’t you ever dare think otherwise.’ There were no words left to say, he just kissed you lovingly, making you feel like the happiest girl in the world.
because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.
you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.
you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.
don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.
if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.
you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:
how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!
aren't you happy yet?
Why everyone in BOC (and Jeff) unfollowed Build
Every time I talk about him I want it to be the last and I hope beyond hope this is actually the last because Bible, Mile, Apo, JJ, Perth, Jeff (who is no longer part of BOC), Pond, and Gift have cut ties with him. Yes, including Gift and Suthida, who went to his birthday concert.
So what happened? More of Build's private chat logs with Poi leaked. Before anyone claims they're "fake", Build himself confirmed MULTIPLE TIMES the chats being leaked are and have real
So what did Build say that was the final nail in the coffin this time?
The origination of the chat logs is this thread/account. I'm posting the OP's summary as well as the translations, which originate from this Thai translator. (IDs will be added later, or if anyone wants to contribute faster than me. Thank you for your patience!)
(this is how repentant he was for all the problems he caused for BOC and how genuinely sorry he was for his past misogynistic and homophobic statements. In case some of it was obvious he hasn't changed and those crocodile tears were fake as hell.)
(man for whom the majority of his fanbase are female so casually and happy to insult women)
(laughing so casually about having assaulted her...cool)
No translations for the newest two yet. Chat logs with translations Will be added when they pop up. Also I managed to hit 30 photos so I will reblog with more when they come out.
In conclusion: what do you have left to defend? If you love literally anyone else in the cast of KinnPorsche or even think Pond, who gave him a job, doesn't deserve to be treated like this, who else has he not insulted or assaulted?
As someone said: he has more scandals now than he's had jobs
Yes boys, I need you to grab each other tightly and don’t let go 😂 (after the havoc you cause me in OF Episode 7….)
GMMTV FanDay in BKK X FK 2023
Credit on the photos
23/09/2023
The care is in the details (2/?):
Mhok refers to Day with the Thai honorific 'Khun' because Day is his employer, right? Well, there's something that caught my attention in episode 2.
When Day shuts himself down in his room after his disastrous encounter with his brother's friends, Mhok goes after him and tries to make him open the door.
Khun! Hey, it's me, Khun! It's me, open up!
But when Day shuts him out, Mhok panics because he connects what happened to his sister to Day's breakdown. And then this happens:
Day! Day! Open the door, Day! Can you hear me?!
He drops the honorifics right away. He breaks the distance of their relationship (employer-employee) using the language because he is terrified of Day's reaction.
And have we seen Mhok terrified and freaking out before? HAVE WE?
Porjai, why are you here? Where's P'Rung? Listen, P'Rung... P'Rung what?
When Porjai fails to answer him, Mhok panics and... he just says his sister's name, without honorifics.
Porjai, tell me what happened to Rung!
Porjai, what's up with Rung!?
Mhok's language changes because he cares.
*for the umpteenth time, damn you P'Aof*
Hello Mtl fam, hoping someone here may be able to help me. I ordered the new complete series box set from gruv.com a while back and got it a few days early (wasn't set to release until the 15th of August). I already owned the seasons but this was advertised as also including Doomstar Requiem, so I ordered it.
Well, after scouring the special features, the episode listings, and even the set up pages for all eight discs (two per season, same art as featured in the older boxes) I cannot find Doomstar Requiem anywhere. I don't know if I'm just somehow overlooking it, or if it was advertised yet not actually included. Maybe I got an un-edited set they forgot to include it in, idk. I would really appreciate if anyone else has gotten the box set or will soon and could help me figure this out. Thanks 🤘🏻
What people think why i became a bookbinder: Oh she wants to explore her artistic horizon with those pretty leather bound books of hers. She even gives them out as gifts to her friends. It most likely helps her with anxiety or maybe she just wanted a more special costume made notebook.
Why I actually became a bookbinder: I just illegally downloaded and printed out several of my favourite fanfics and books and started binding them into books cuz I love reading them but looking at screens for too long gives me headaches.
Why do engineers and architects make the worse presentations?
Like you are supposed to be creative but naw you use basic ass slides and don't even bother with what you are putting on them.
If you can't spell or make sure your grammar is correct, try to make the slides look nice.
wgshdwgd im sorry if youre not accepting snippet reqs </333
but could i req you write abt a villain who *everyone* is genuinely terrified of. and then the hero just politely tells them to shut the fuck up. like, villain could be monologuing or smth and hero would cut them off saying that they would really appreciate it if villain could finish up in the next hour or so because they dont want to miss bargain day at the supermarket.
uwah im sorry if i broke any rules </33 stay safe its a crazy world out there <333
"-Could you please just shut up?"
There was a moment of absolute, horrified silence. One man promptly fainted. Nobody seemed to breathe for a few seconds.
The villain turned, slowly, towards the protagonist.
They were on their knees on the floor, surrounded by armed guards ready to execute the various staff still in their building. Their expression was one of exhausted long-suffering, one hand pinching the bridge of their nose as if to stave off a headache.
"Excuse me?" the villain asked, oh so softly.
"Will you please stop talking?" The protagonist dropped their hand, levelling the villain with a look. "Like, if you're going to slaughter the lot of us, just do it, don't make us listen to the spiel first. It's been forty five minutes."
"Are you so eager to die?"
"No. But if I'm going to die, I think I'd like to get it over with. Otherwise, I'd like to just go about my day. I need to buy food before the shop closes and takeaway costs a fortune. I mean, bloody hell. Forty five minutes. Do you really think anyone here is listening?"
The villain stared.
"Like, not to be rude," the protagonist said. "But they're all scared out their minds. They are not processing the finer points of your monologue. It's just so unnecessary."
"I could cut out your tongue and feed it to you."
"You don't have anything better to do?"
"I could cut out their tongues," the villain swept a hand around the room, "and feed them to you. That sorts out dinner, doesn't it?"
"I mean, I'm vegan, and not a cannibal, but I appreciate you're more concerned with being menacing than actually addressing the issue."
The villain stared some more.
The protagonist stared back.
"The data I need is still downloading," the villain said, after a long moment. "If I let you leave, someone will do something stupid like try and call the police."
"Sure, sure. But the monologue."
"You don't enjoy the sound of my voice?"
"I wouldn't take it too personally. It's been a week. Bit overstimulated, to be honest. Anyone's voice right now feels a bit like a cheese grater on my nerve endings."
"A bit like a cheese grater."
"No offense."
The villain blinked at them, slow and somewhat incredulous. "A cheese grater."
The protagonist shrugged.
"I'm assuming you didn't miss who I am in the last forty five minutes," the villain said.
"No."
"And yet."
"It's not that you're not terrifying," the protagonist said. "I just - forty five minutes. Humans aren't set up to be this stressed for forty minutes. My head is killing me. Processing all this - if you don't kill us - is going to be hard enough without having to fit in all the life admin I'm not currently getting done."
"Come here."
"...what?"
The villain crooked a finger to beckon the protagonist forward.
The protagonist swallowed, eyeing the villain warily, but didn't make them ask again. With a glance at the armed henchmen, they shuffled forwards to the spot the villain had gestured at the villain's feet.
"You know," the villain said, "it's been a very long time since anyone has talked back to me."
"Sorry. I'm really not trying to be rude."
"No," the villain mused, head tilting with something alarmingly like curiosity as the protagonist came to a stop. "You're really not, are you? Turn."
"...turn?"
The villain gestured again, to indicate that the protagonist should face away from them.
"...You can't just give me all the orders at once? I get this is more dramatic, but I probably wouldn't be trying your patience as much if-"
The villain seized the nape of the protagonist's neck, like scruffing a kitten, making their breath catch.
Everyone watched for the inevitable torment. The neck snap. The punishment.
The villain's fingers dug into the knots of tension in the protagonist's neck, power sparking up the touch.
The protagonist sagged. "Holy shit," they breathed.
"Better?" the villain murmured.
"Um. I mean - yes - but -"
"Good," the villain purred. They glanced up to the henchmen. "Shoot everyone else."
"What? Wait - no -"
The sound was deafening.
Then the silence was, once again, absolute.
"You didn't have to do that," the protagonist whispered. "I didn't mean - if I offended you -"
"Oh, you didn't, don't worry. That's why you're still alive.Tell me about yourself."
The villain's grip stayed unrelenting on the back of the protagonist's neck, holding them securely in place.
"T-tell-?"
"We still have ten minutes," the villain said, in a tone of great patience, "before the download completes. Tell me about yourself. I shouldn't be the one doing all the talking, after all. It's very rude of me, isn't it?"
Hesitantly, the protagonist talked, watching the blood pool on the floor. What else was there to do?
The computer finally gave a quiet beep to indicate that the download was complete.
"Good," the villain said. "Very good." They gave the protagonist's neck another gentle enough squeeze. "Now. Let's go grocery shopping," the villain said cheerfully. "Up you get. Dinner's on me."
Designated Driver (Paul McCartney x Reader)
Hello lovies!
This was an idea that I had for a fanfic for a while now but I didn't know which Beatle to write it for. I honestly just went, "screw it!" and picked Paul. I plan to make lots more Beatles imagines so look forward to that (I mean, if you want to)
This can be read as a male or female reader ^^
Warning: Slight sexual content
Why on earth did I agree to get roped into all of this madness? you had thought to yourself, glancing at the four drunken Beatles sitting at the same table as you, You'd think that there is so much more that I could be doing right now, rather than watching over these four like some kind of babysitter.
Yes, you really did understand the reason for having a designated driver in the first place. Last time it was Ringo's job to stay sober and now, it was your turn to do the same for everyone else. You all had fairly chosen as a group to take turns between who had to not drink wherever you all went out. That didn't make it being your turn any more fun, though.
The boys always got loud and almost a little out of character when they were under the influence. Ringo became very giggly and extremely red in the face, John was probably the most tolerable of the bunch but was just as big of a smartass than when he was sober, George got emotional as hell, and Paul was just as flirtatious and hyper as always. And here you were, stuck with monitoring the group while also being the buzz kill who had to call it off when things got too out of hand. At least you knew they trusted you enough to do this.
Sipping your soda, you let out a deep sigh. If you were trying to hide your annoyance, you were doing a really awful job at it. Running a hand through your h/c hair, you checked the time: 11:37 pm. It wasn't too late but you knew that you all should get going soon.
Paul, who you had unwisely chosen to sit next to, looked over at you. Though they weren't as flushed as Ringo's, his cheeks were still pretty red from the shots of whiskey he had downed. He offered you a drunken but still genuine smile, “Aww…y/n, why are you so down…?”
You wouldn't budge, as sweet and comforting as his smile always was, you weren't going to give up being grumpy just for Paul, “Because, you all are kind of being a chore tonight…”
“”Aww...but darling…” Paul whines, giving you puppy dog eyes. He always knew you couldn't ever resist those, “It's just a little bit of fun. You have it too when you're drunk…”
You sighed, crossing your arms while trying to resist his beautiful eyes. You told him with a slightly softer tone of your voice, “I'm just being bitter, is all. You guys are having lots of fun and I had a rough day at work today...”
Paul let out a hearty laugh, causing you to frown. Noticing this he attempted to calm himself down for you, “My dear y/n, you can still have fun without alcohol…!”
He scooted closer to you with his chair and rested his chin on your shoulder, looking up at you with those irresistible eyes. What caught you off guard, was that one of his hands reached out and firmly grabbed onto your thigh. Yes, playful banter and the occasional flirt was common between the two of you. It had, indeed, crossed your mind how incredibly sweet and adorable you found him. But the two of you were far too busy to make any more effort than that.
Now, under the confidence of alcohol, Paul was looking up at you, almost lustfully, with his hand gripping your thigh. You nervously glanced at the others, who paid you no mind whatsoever as they were too caught up in their shots contest to even glance in your direction.
“P-Paul…” you whispered to him with a shaky breath, “What are you doing…?”
“Nothin'.” he lied with an unconvincing and cheeky grin plastered across his face.
“Paul…” you sighed, sounding more breathless than you would've liked to admit.
He hummed softly, scooting even closer to you, “Hmm...darling...I love the sound of my name on those sweet lips of yours.”
This felt wrong. Paul was drunk and had his hands all over you while whispering in your ear. It was something that took you off guard, especially with how much you wanted it. But again, he was drunk and definitely not thinking straight.
“I…” you started weakly, “I-I don't know what to say.”
“Hmm…” Paul simply shrugged lazily. He leaned forward, pushing his lips against your ear and began to kiss it gently. His hand started to slide eagerly up your thigh.
“Paul!” you whispered, almost moaning, “You can't! We're in public and you're drunk…”
“But y/n…” he pouted some more, not even moving his lips away from your ear, “I'm so needy...so needy for you, my darling...have been for so damn long...please.”
His words made you turn to jello, made you want to pull him close and make love to him until the both of you couldn't walk. But you couldn't bring yourself to do that at the moment. You understood your responsibility well and you can't forget about the others just for Paul. Yes, you wanted him so badly, but you just couldn't at the moment.
“Paul...I can't…” you whined softly, “Another time...when you're sober...we could then…promise…”
Paul let out a soft whimper and kissed your ear some more before regrettably pulling himself away from you, removing his hand from your thigh. You were already missing his warm touch the second he pulled away.
“Paul…” you sighed, “We cannot do...that. But we could still...cuddle, if you'd like.”
Paul's disappointed face immediately brightened up at the idea of cuddling with you. He scooted himself back towards you and rested the side of his head on your shoulder. He wrapped his arms around you and you did the same with him, running your hand through his hair gently. A smile graced his soft lips as his eyes fluttered shut.
This time, John let his attention over to the two of you for a moment. His eyes widened slightly at the sight of you two. Smiling contently, you put a finger on your lips in signal to silence him.
John chuckled, simply nodding. He knew exactly what was going on between you. Despite their drunken states, so did Ringo and George.
Because even without even a drop of alcohol, Paul never actually shut up about you.
Good to know...
Should stop doing that then huh
Wow this sucks I'm gonna kill *remembers that suicide jokes only worsen your mental health and that the first step to healing is stopping* you
