- have a crush on a tumblr blogger
- have been abducted by aliens
- have a secret guilty pleasure
- are in love with a fictional character
- pick your nose
- are in the closet
- ever commited a crime
- have a mental illness
- like sweets
No one will know which ones you reblogged it for ;)
Seonghwa: Whose turn is it to give the pep talk?
Hongjoong: [sighing] It's Yeosang’s turn…
Yeosang: Fuck shit up out there but don't die
Wooyoung: [wiping away tears] so inspirational…
Ryujin: Yeji?
Yeji: Yes?
Lia: How long can someone stay inside a washing machine without drowning?
Yeji:
Yeji: WHERE’S CHAERYOUNG?!
Fanfiction Club: The Rules
This idea came to me when I woke up first thing this morning.
jongho: what’re some good responses to getting stabbed?
yeosang: rude.
seonghwa: not 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯…
wooyoung: that’s fair.
yunho: are you gonna want this back, or can i have it?
changbin: i have a bad feeling about this
jisung: what do you mean?
changbin: don't you ever get that small voice inside your head telling you something is going to get you in a lot of trouble?
jisung: no
changbin: that... that explains so much
My mother says that fanfiction doesn’t count as reading because “it isn’t nearly as good as the stuff that’s published. You’re not going to find something online that will win a Booker Prize.” Please reblog if you count fan fiction as reading, or if the fanfiction you’ve read is equally as good as published novels. I want to see the figures.
some dumbass on here with a hubris of intergalactic proportions is gonna paywall a loki gifset and it'll take disney exactly 23 seconds to shut down tumblr forever with no warning. we'll all be left in scattered post-apocalyptic digital communities of people we keep in touch with outside of this hellsite, picking our way through the wreckage. grieving the loss of years and years of content, whether carefully curated and tagged, or a wild, eclectic delightful stream. trying to adjust emotionally to the reality of completely homogenized, virtually interchangeable social media platforms. failing. asking ourselves again and again, senselessly, 'where am i supposed to go for depressed gay shitposting now, fucking twitter??' with only fading echoes for an answer.
chris: finish the saying :
‘sticks and stones may break my bones’
hyunjin, who only listened to this song bc felix made him: but chains and whips excite me
Bang chan: Changbin is late, again
Minho: how did this happen again? I called him at 8 pretending it’s 11
Seungmin: I printed a fake schedule saying we were starting at 9 rather than noon
Hyunjin: I set his clock to pm instead of am
Felix: we’ve overdone it
[Changbin bursts into the room]
Changbin: WHAT THE FUCK IS THE TIME?!