I Honestly Feel Like Nobody In Lotr Mentions How Fucking Weird Legolas Is. He Stays Up Pacing The Floor

why do all the words sound heavier in my native language?

—  @metamorphesque, Yoojin Grace Wuertz (Mother Tongue), Still Dancing: An Interview With Ilya Kaminsky (by Garth Greenwell), Jhumpa Lahiri (Translating Myself and Others), @lifeinpoetry

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‘the dirt’ moments you can hear

what do you do when you’re born in the wrong time? you make it yours.

we weren’t a band, we were a gang. a gang of fucking idiots.

and mick mars. he’s an alien.

those are my pants?!!!!

- but they look so much better on me!

who’s the chick?

- which one?

later, creators! :)

fuckin hippie ain’t gonna make it

fuck you, you fucking teenager

i fucking loved those pants! :(

what the FUCK dude? that’s not what i showed you!

...that’s the fucking point

holy shit

sometimes it’s dysfunction junction over there, yaknow?

shitty name? 10 times out of 10, shitty band

would you get a load of this

blonde

haired

bitch?

tom zutaut, elektra records. how are ya?

BACK

OF THE LINE

are you fucking kidding me? our first show, and it was gonna go like this???

what the fuck do you think? ;)

a dude that looks like david lee roth with a vibe like fuckin bowie

you wanna know what life on the road was really like? for me every day went something like this!!

time to redecorate! :)

touch the chair and i’ll terminate you, drummer

...i see you’ve already met his girlfriend.

at least that’s what i told myself,

right before i shot up again.

come ‘ere and ‘ave a talk with yer uncle oz

seriously? who the FUCK are you?

“i wish i had a girlfriend.” “i know, mick. i know.”

there’s only room for one guitar player in this band, and that’s me. so why don’t you, uh, pack up your toys and go home

but i have

never

been through

what mötley crüe put me through.

it’s like a piggy bank in there!

what did you idiots do now?

life’s a sick joke. aha.

i fucking love america!

...Ow?

do you think the universe could make that happen? ;)

, and i think i love you.

blah de blah fucking blah.

goddamn, i love strippers.

🌈 it’s all good 🌈

you don’t fuckin know shit about walt disney

fuck you, and fuck your mother!

fuck all y’all

come on! have a bump with me ;)

who’s the chick singer?

dude, my girlfriend spent like $800 on these leather pants!

we’re gonna fucking die.

FUCK YEAH! MÖTLEY CRÜEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

mötley crüe did stupid things because they were mötley crüe.

bokuaka couple be like: “Well, it’s worth to try.” 

me: “everyone move, i’m gonna adopt hinata!” (╯°▽°)╯ ┻━┻

*Kiss Me Sweetly

Tendou x f!reader 

Angst with a happy ending, excessive fluff, friends to lovers, smut, dry humping 

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Close to you

(Gangster! Yoongi x Goodgirl! Reader) (Rags to Riches Au) 

Summary: Nobody likes Yoongi, not your older brother or your friends. But with him, you feel more protected than possessed. And though he might be a gangster and more than a little dangerous himself- that makes all the difference. From drug dealer to producer, from rags to riches, you’re Yoongi’s person- his muse- his soulmate.

Tags: good girl x bad boy au, blood, drugs, Yoongi with tattoo’s, references to making good ol’ sweet love, Rags to riches! au, brief mentions of drunk sex, Yoongi is soft and squishy and just loves the reader a lot.

A/n: This is more a story than a fic- with a little bit of an open ending to it- legit when I was editing this it tripled in length. 

W/c: 9.8k

Song rec: Lover by Taylor Swift 

You and Yoongi play basketball together, late at night in the park near your college. You don’t know how you started meeting up, but now you do nearly every day. You gather with the others at the edge of the court when the street lights turn on. Maybe it’s just to let off some steam from your busy college schedules, less than ideal lives, or just plain because you like the game. 

It’s a mish-mash of different people from different backgrounds, misfits and goody-two-shoes alike, pros and newbies at different skill levels, but everyone is pretty good. 

The games are never serious and no one really ever keeps score. The teams change depending on who tells what joke who gives what jibe. Lines are drawn in the minutes before you start, sides taken based off inside jokes and playful feuds. 

One night when a regular named Wonho wears a crop top and calls it ‘fashion’- teams are drawn based on who thinks it’s ridiculous or not. (You and Yoongi are on the same team that night- because of course boys should be allowed to wear crop tops).

You’re always the last two to leave the court at night, sometimes just before the lights shut off at midnight, sometimes you have to hop the fence if the security guard has already come around to lock up. You joke that he might have a vendetta against your group- you always say until the very last moment the court closes and he grumbles about leaving early. 

And on the nights where strangers lean in- when the streets don’t feel so safe and shadowy figures that seem recognizable at a distance linger longer than they should. When there’s another stabbing or a rumor of a girl getting taken off the street, Yoongi is the first to ask if you want him to walk you home.

You try reserving your impression until you know him better. But the tattoos on his arms and on his chest, peaking out over the low collar of his tanktops lead you to make conclusions that you’re not proud of. 

Your first interactions with him are brief at best and you know just from how he looks that you should be careful around him. The others might play at being rugged and dangerous but Yoongi doesn’t have to pretend. 

You realize this when he stats to walk you home. No one messes with him, the other gangbangers on the street don’t catcall you when yoongi walks you home. Shop keepers seem to Nodd at him if they feel brave and close their doors the second they see him if they don’t. 

Yoongi seems pretty abnormal for a typical gangbanger, He doesn’t fit the trigger happy sadistic stereotype that the media paints others of his ilk in. 

When he first asks to walk you home, You blush and let him because Yoongi is cute, charming even, and he’s nice company, even if he does look a little threatening sometimes. 

You wouldn’t let him walk you home for any other reason then just…needing the safety he provides, not at first, not when your overprotective older brother doesn’t let you date at all. You have a dating ban until you graduate college and as long as you sleep under his Roof. 

He’d even tried to squash your interest in the pick-up basketball games when you first started going- but you needed an outlet, justified it by saying you weren’t apart of any sports teams and needed to exercise. it isn’t safe on the streets so late at night, he says (and he’s not wrong- it isn’t.) he tries to get you to stay home each night or tries to guilt you into only playing on the weekends during the daytime.

But try as you might, every time he says it isn’t safe or brings up a carefully worded story by the news on the infestation of gangs in the city, you can’t help but picture Yoongi’s face. And maybe it isn’t safe for everyone. but the way he looks at you- guarded but curious and with a hint of mirth over the edge of a ball during a pass, makes you think that it’s safe for you. 

You weren’t exactly sheltered here, in your nice apartment on the edge of where town turns from seedy to bougie. You straddle the edge of gentrification Unable to fit in perfectly with either side. You’ve already had to move your apartment twice since you moved in with him after rent hikes and new policies made your past apartments just too expensive. 

The first time your brother catches sight of Yoongi, on the stoop of your apartment building just as your brother gets home from work- perfectly mistimed, he goes apeshit when he realizes that Yoongi’s just dropped you off. Your older brother takes one look at him and says that you shouldn’t date gangsters- that Yoongi will just bring your trouble one day. 

“Jesus Christ- he was just walking me home it’s not like it’s a big deal” and you remind him that you’re not dating- that you’re just friends and Yoongi is just being nice- and that your brother should be glad you have friends that want you to get home safe. 

He tries to keep you from going out the next night and threatens you with few words not to keep seeing him. You’re late to the game because of it sucking off your pink sweatshirt and growling out that you need to work off some steam. “join my team” Yoongi says, making the others pause with a wave of his hands. 

 They reach for water bottles while you get your shoes on, Yoongi tucks the ball under his arm and stands while you finish lacing up your shoes. “you good?” he asks, “yeah just my brother being a dick and making me late.” 

You know he says it’s all for you so that you’ll do well and school and get a good job later in life and have it easy, unlike either or your parents. but sometimes it feels like he just wants to control you needlessly. Yoongi nods and you see something- the mention of older brothers darken his gaze, you wonder why.  “He pitch a fit after he saw me last night?”

 “Oh you know it,” you say with false positivity. “But don’t worry you can still like- walk me home if you want, I liked talking to you yesterday,” you say, Shooting him a smile that makes his cheeks turn a little pink, he clears his throat “if it makes you feel safer of course” He reassures, ever the gentleman, and goes to shoot some free throws while you finish getting settled. 

The blush doesn’t fall really, especially when you meet his eyes over a pass a few seconds into the pell-mell start of the game. And you start to think that Yoongi with  his tattoo’s and his roguish exterior might be the perfect amount of rebellion to get out from underneath your brother’s thumb

Of course, Yoongi ends up being a lot more than that. 

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Suga: I have an announcement to make.

Suga: Daichi and I are no longer dating.

Hinata about to cry: What??

Yamaguchi: You broke up??

Asahi, already crying: What happened?

Daichi: Suga! That's a terrible way to announce that we're getting married!

Kageyama: You weren't already married...?

(Dabi's and Y/n's son): So I got detention today.

Y/n: How?

(Son's name): The teacher pointed a ruler at me and said, "There's an idiot at the end of this ruler."

(Son's name): Then I asked which end.

Dabi, tearing up: I'm so proud of you.