You'll Never Walk Alone

Today, I just got the keys to my first house.

Reader x Park Jimin

Rated m for graphic sex

Word Count: 10, 226 words

Summary: We are made of the pieces of what we remember, and we hold in ourselves the hopes and fears of those who love us. As long as there are memories to call our own, there can be no true loss. But Park Jimin has no such privilege. 

A really HUGE thank you to my lovely britt @mintyoongee and nhi @ohmanholyjungkook for so kindly betaing for me!!! 

I highly recommend that you listen to Reset by Tiger JK while reading this! :>

The elastic of your hair tie tugs at your ponytail as you reach to tighten it, but the sting on your scalp is nothing compared to the churning pit in your stomach. The gathering perspiration on the palms of your hands is way too slick to be attributed to the heat of the midday sun alone, and you consider retreating back to the safety of your dorm instead.

The shade of the indoor sports centre provides no respite from the sweltering weather, but the sight of the other students already gathered and starting their own warm ups sends panic pulsing through your veins. The incredulity of the situation makes you want to scoff: you, the most unathletic person ever, actually signed up for a volleyball elective. If not for the uni’s regulation that each student fulfil a minimum of 1 sports module, there’s no way you’ll ever willingly indulge in any physical activity more strenuous than running for the bus.

You chuck your bag into the lockers near the stands, trying to stall for time as you tighten the hold of your ponytail one more time before smoothing down the front of your shirt. Maybe it won’t be that bad, you try to convince yourself. Volleyball is just a more intense game of don’t let the balloon hit the floor; so how hard can it be?

The sound of a whistle blowing and shoes squeaking across the indoor court puts an end to your musing, and you slam the door of the locker closed before heading to the centre of the court with all the other students. Most of them seem to be dressed in sports jerseys of some sort, donning sweatbands and kneepads that make them look like actual professional players. A cursory glance around confirms that you’re one of the few students not sporting such extra accessories, and you curse inwardly for not choosing a more beginner friendly sport like track and field or basketball.

The plan for the 17th, when the adult content ban comes in, is to protest.

To do that, we are making as much noise either side of the 17th as possible, and using the site as normal.

On the 17th, dead silence.

People are saying log off but what they really mean is don’t open the site or the app.

But, on the 17th make as much noise as possible on every other platform. Tweet about it and post on facebook and instagram and everywhere else.

What this does is causes a massive dip in ad revenue for one single day. That does not make staff think ‘oh everyone’s gone let’s shut down.’ What it actually makes them think is ‘oh shit people aren’t happy and if people don’t keep using our site we’re out of money and out of jobs.’

A boycott reminds a company that the users (consumers) have the power to make their site (business) worthless with one single coordinated decision.

If you want to join in, here’s what to do:

Do:

Close all open instances of the app and site on all your devices before the 17th

Make posts before and after the 17th on tumblr and other platforms, talking about why this ban is bad

Make posts on other sites during the 17th. Flood the official tumblr staff twitter and facebook with your anger and your opinion

Come back on the 18th and check in

Don’t:

Delete the app from your phone (this doesn’t affect their revenue and since it’s off the store at the moment it’ll be hard to get back)

Delete your account. I mean you can if you want to, but if you keep your account and don’t use it you’re saying to staff that there’s still time to save it. If you delete it’s hard work to come back.

Open the app or website (including specific blogs)

Make any posts (turn down/off your queue and make sure nothing is scheduled)

Go quiet elsewhere. Make it clear that this is just about tumblr, not a mass move away from all social media.

Remember: the execs don’t care about anything but money. Shutting down the site means there’s $0 further income from it. That’s their last possible course of action. If we make it clear we’re not happy, they’ll have to do something or we can do more and more until it becomes too expensive.

Description: When desires conflict with duty, a choice must always be made.

Genre: Smut (18+) (and a fair bit of thriller this time)

Word Count: 23.5k

Warnings: Short descriptions of gore, minor character death, emotional manipulation to a HUGE degree, major D/S themes, breathplay, cum play, felching, vaginal sex, anal sex, double penetration, sloppy seconds, dirty talk, oral sex, masturbation, and plenty of foul language in general.

Index: The Beginning, Conflicted, Ultimatum - TBA

A/N: PAY ATTENTION THE THE WARNINGS. I AIN’T KIDDING.

The second installment of War Lords! I hope it was well worth the wait~!! There’ll be one to go after this and I’m not sure when it’ll be up. Maybe before the year is over? :’) Also, I don’t usually put the mood music I listened to while writing, but especially for the ending of this chapter, Florence & The Machine’s “Seven Devils” is bae and oh so fitting.

Shoutout to @jeolla-jagi for taking up the position of beta reader and truly being mah gorl.

NOTE - I am not sure if the ‘Read More’ function on the app has been resolved yet or not. If it hasn’t, please don’t complain to me. I always put the ‘Read More’ function and cannot help it if the app doesn’t allow it. :)

SECOND NOTE - This sucker is big. If you are unable to read it on the app, then here’s the link for the chapter on Archive of Our Own.

My friends and I went to Shedd Aquarium today and by the sharks, we noticed this tank overhead where a school of fish were circling. We were all taking photos and videos of them when this loud ass dude slides into our circle of four, literally shoulder to shoulder with me, and says “wooooah” super fucking loud. I was annoyed, because there’s nothing worse than loud men, and was about to complain to my friends that this man came over, practically yelled at the fish, then moved onto the next tank when one of them stared at me and said, “That was Taehyung!” We all freaked out and froze and watched him take a picture in front of one of the tanks before he moved onto the next room. We waited for a few minutes to give him time to get through then followed into the room, we had been waiting to get into it to see the sharks, and walked in to see him watching them. He was with a manager or a friend and a bodyguard who was mean mugging everyone who breathed in his direction. He was damn sure Tae was going to see all the fish he wanted to. I appreciate him.

Anyways, we couldn’t focus on the fish afterwards but it was fine because the sharks were the last things we wanted to see. We had been there for about 3 or 4 hours already. So we walked out of the aquarium and Namjoon tweeted a picture of him in front of a wall which was literally *right* there. So obviously we all took pictures doing the same pose and same silly grin in front of the same wall.

But yeah. That was my brush with celebrity. I’m so proud of army that were there because several were freaking out with us on the front steps but no one tweeted where he was until it was closing. Anyways, I hope he and Namjoon enjoyed the aquarium. The dolphin show was super cute and we touched sturgeons and they feel slimy but it was an Experience.

Here’s the video I was taking when Tae came up next to me. You can’t see him but you can hear his loud ass, only talk in caps lock voice saying “WOOOOAH”.

Men ask why women are so pissed off. Even guys with wives and daughters. Jackson Katz, a prominent social researcher, illustrates why. He’s done it with hundreds of audiences: “I draw a line down the middle of a chalkboard, sketching a male symbol on one side and a female symbol on the other. Then I ask just the men: What steps do you guys take, on a daily basis, to prevent yourselves from being sexually assaulted? At first, there is a kind of awkward silence as the men try to figure out if they’ve been asked a trick question. The silence gives way to a smattering of nervous laughter. Occasionally, a young a guy will raise his hand and say, ‘I stay out of prison.’ This is typically followed by another moment of laughter before someone finally raises his hand and soberly states, ‘Nothing. I don’t think about it.’ Then I ask the women the same question. What steps do you take on a daily basis to prevent yourselves from being sexually assaulted? Women throughout the audience immediately start raising their hands. As the men sit in stunned silence, the women recount safety precautions they take as part of their daily routine. Hold my keys as a potential weapon. Look in the back seat of the car before getting in. Carry a cell phone. Don’t go jogging at night. Lock all the windows when I sleep, even on hot summer nights. Be careful not to drink too much. Don’t put my drink down and come back to it; make sure I see it being poured. Own a big dog. Carry Mace or pepper spray. Have an unlisted phone number. Have a man’s voice on my answering machine. Park in well-lit areas. Don’t use parking garages. Don’t get on elevators with only one man, or with a group of men. Vary my route home from work. Watch what I wear. Don’t use highway rest areas. Use a home alarm system. Don’t wear headphones when jogging. Avoid forests or wooded areas, even in the daytime. Don’t take the first-floor apartment. Go out in groups. Own a firearm. Meet men on first dates in public places. Make sure to have a car or cab fare. Don’t make eye contact with men on the street. Make assertive eye contact with men on the street.” ― Jackson Katz, The Macho Paradox: Why Some Men Hurt Women and How All Men Can Help (The first man to minor in women’s studies at the University of Massachusetts-Amherst, holds a master’s degree from the Harvard Graduate School of Education, and a PhD in cultural studies and education from UCLA.)

thank u for sending me ur critique, below you’ll find a narration of your ask 👊🏻😔

⇒ summary: jimin’s something of a legend at gymnastics, but suddenly you walk in and turn his whole world upside down. quite literally, might i add. 

⇒ gymnastics!au

⇒ pairing: jimin x female reader

⇒ word count: 4.5k

⇒ genre: fluff

⇒ warnings: none!

⇒ a/n: inspired by this post which, if you see my tags, is pretty much this entire fic laid out straight up. i power wrote this before a football game, so it’s unedited. also, flexible jimin?????

Jimin’s always kind of been flexible. He remembers playing in the park with his brother when he was three, jumping around and playing as three-year-olds do, when his brother taught him how to do somersaults in the grass. That summer, any time Jimin was presented with a flat surface in front of him longer than two meters, he’d do somersaults over and over and over, to the point where his neck would be sore and his head would be dizzy, and he loved it.

The following autumn was when his mother decided that enough was enough, and that if Jimin was going to be tumbling around the carpet in her house, she might as well get him into lessons where he can tumble elsewhere and get good at it. So she signed him up for toddler’s gymnastics at the local gymnastics center, and by the time he turned four that October, he was somersaulting like a pro.

⇒ summary: gift exchanges are cool. gift exchanges with your ceo-slash-best friend min yoongi are less cool, because what the hell are you supposed to get the man that already has everything? 

or, the three times that you could find something material to give to yoongi, and the one time you had to think outside of the box.

⇒ {christmas!au, friends to lovers!au}

⇒ pairing: min yoongi x female reader

⇒ word count: 6k

⇒ genre: fluff

⇒ warnings: none

⇒ a/n: here she is!! first off, shoutout to everyone who voted for this in that poll a while back. secondly, shoutout to everyone for being patient with me while getting this fic out. here it is, in all of its fluffy, soft glory! it’s also 1k longer than i thought it would be. big rip. 

➭ “Yoongi, the zodiac snake hybrid, requests an evening with you - and asks dog hybrid Taehyung to join.”

pairing: yoongi x reader x taehyung

genre: hybrid au, smut

wordcount: 9k

✾ Tigerboy sequel/spinoff

★ warnings: hybrid threesome. rough sex, orgasm denial, d/s themes, use of ballgag, daddy kink, cumplay, facial, hair pulling, derogatory language during sex, spanking. this… is hybrid porn

THIS SHIT WORKS OKAY, I AM DEAD SERIOUS.

The last time I saw this on my dash, I didn’t think it would happen, so jokingly I wished I could go to a fun. concert.

AND GUESS WHAT, I WENT TO A FUCKING FUN. CONCERT.

I SAW THIS ON MY DASH THE OTHER DAY AND THOUGHT “ITS WORTH A TRY” SO I WISHED I COULD GET A 3DS

LITERALLY LIKE 4 DAYS LATER MY DAD SENT ME A PICTURE OF THE 3DS XL HE BOUGHT FOR ME WHILE I WAS AT SCHOOL

GUYS.

HE FUCKING CALLED ME 20 MINUTES LATER

20 FUCKNG. MINUTES. LATER.