Yixing: Why Did You Just Take My Pillow And Throw It Across The Room?

Calling a canon bisexual woman a lesbian becuase she has a female love interest or is in a wlw relationship is bisexual erasure and biphobic!!!!

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And ra/df/ems :)

100 Reasons NOT To Kill Yourself

1. We would miss you. 2. It’s not worth the regret. Either by yourself if you failed or just simply left scars, or the regret everyone else feels by not doing enough to help you. 3. It does get better. Believe it or not it will eventually get better. Sometimes you have to go through the storm to get to the rainbow. 4. There’s so much you would miss out on doing. 5. There is always a reason to live. It might not be clear right now, but it is always there. 6. So many people care, and it would hurt them if you hurt yourself. 7. You ARE worth it. Don’t let anyone, especially yourself, tell you otherwise. 8. You are amazing. 9. A time will come, once you’ve battled the toughest times of your life and are in ease once again, where you will be so glad that you decided to keep on living. You will emerge stronger from this all, and won’t regret your choice to carry on with life. Because things always get better. 10. What about all the things you’ve always wanted to do? What about the things you’ve planned, but never got around to doing? You can’t do them when you’re dead. 11. I love you. Even if only one person loves you, that’s still a reason to stay alive. 12. You won’t be able to listen to music if you die. 13. Killing yourself is never worth it. You’ll hurt both yourself and all the people you care about. 14. There are so many people that would miss you, including me. 15. You’re preventing a future generation, YOUR KIDS, from even being born. 16. How do you think your family would feel? Would it improve their lives if you died? 17. You’re gorgeous, amazing, and to someone you are perfect. 18. Think about your favourite music artist, you’ll never hear their voice again… 19. You’ll never have the feeling of walking into a warm building on a cold day 20. Listening to incredibly loud music 21. Being alive is just really good. 22. Not being alive is really bad. 23. Finding your soulmate. 24. Red pandas 25. Going to diners at three in the morning. 26. Really soft pillows. 27. Eating pizza in New York City. 28. Proving people wrong with your success. 29. Watching the jerks that doubted you fail at life. 30. Seeing someone trip over a garbage can. 31. Being able to help other people. 32. Bonfires. 33. Sitting on rooftops. 34. Seeing every single country in the world. 35. Going on roadtrips. 36. You might win the lottery someday. 37. Listening to music on a record player. 38. Going to the top of the Eiffel Tower. 39. Taking really cool pictures. 40. Literally meeting thousands of new people. 41. Hearing crazy stories. 42. Telling crazy stories. 43. Eating ice cream on a hot day. 44. More Harry Potter books could come out, you never know. 45. Travelling to another planet someday. 46. Having an underwater house. 47. Randomly running into your hero on the street. 48. Having your own room at a fancy hotel. 49. Trampolines. 50. Think about your favourite movie, you’ll never watch it again. 51. Think about the feeling of laughing out loud in a public place because your best friend has just sent you an inside joke, 52. Your survival will make the world better, even if it’s for just one person or 20 or 100 or more. 53. People do care. 54. Treehouses 55. Hanging out with your soul mate in a treehouse 55. Snorting when you laugh and not caring who sees 56. I don’t even know you and I love you. 57. I don’t even know you and I care about you. 58. Because nobody is going to be like you ever, so embrace your uniqueness! 59. You won’t be here to experience the first cat world emperor. 60. WHAT ABOUT FOOD?! YOU’LL MISS CHOCOLATE AND ALL THE OTHER NOM THINGS! 61. Starbucks. 62. Hugs. 63. Stargazing. 64. You have a purpose, and it’s up to you to find out what it is. 65. You’ve changed somebody’s life. 66. Now you could change the world. 67. You will meet the person that’s perfect for you. 68. No matter how much or how little, you have your life ahead of you. 69. You have the chance to save somebody’s life. 70. If you end your life, you’re stopping yourself from achieving great things. 71. Making snow angels. 72. Making snowmen. 73. Snowball fights. 74. Life is what you make of it. 75. Everybody has a talent. 76. Laughing until you cry. 77. Having the ability to be sad means you have the ability to be happy. 78. The world would not be the same if you didn’t exist. 79. Its possible to turn frowns, upside down 80. Be yourself, don’t take anyone’s shit, and never let them take you alive. 81. Heroes are ordinary people who make themselves extraordinary. Be your own hero. 82. Being happy doesn’t mean that everything is perfect. It means that you’ve decided to look beyond the imperfections. 83. One day your smile will be real. 84. Having a really hot, relaxing bath after a stressful day. 85. Lying on grass and laughing at the clouds. 86. Getting completely smashed with your best friends. 87. Eating crazy food. 88. Staying up all night watching your favourite films with a loved one. 89. Sleeping in all day. 90. Creating something you’re proud of. 91. You can look back on yourself 70 years later and being proud you didn’t commit 92. Being able to meet your Internet friends. 93. Tea / Coffee / Hot Chocolate 94. Sherlock season three. 95. Cuddling under the stars. 96. Being stupid in public because you just can. 97. If you are reading this then you are alive! Is there any more reason to smile? 98. being able to hug that one person you havent seen in years 99. People care enough about you and your future to come up with 100 reasons for you not to do this. 100. But, the final and most important one is, just, being able to experience life. Because even if your life doesn’t seem so great right now, literally anything could happen

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Okay I do not give a shit about this article at all but where did they get this picture of the skeleton wearing prescription pill armor

Like this is the coolest fucking thing I have seen in a while who made this

The greatest enemy to a spider...

A PLASTIC CUP

Horrortober Day 16 - Spell

I'm a little late today ^^ I had an internal argument about the character

Well, I decided to go with Barbatos from Obey me! A yandere Barbatos x Reader, basically

Horrortober Challenge by @yandere-sins and @pastelbirb

Tw: implied stalking; kidnapping

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➤ Day 16: Spell “It’s like you put a spell on me.” | Make your drawing magical!

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He was so … polite when you first met him.

He visited the café you worked at with two other men and had asked for the person who had made the cake. You were about to leave when your colleague came to find you and told you all about the customer. When you went to the front and introduced yourself as the person responsible for all the cakes and other sweets that were sold he showered you with compliments.

Introducing himself as Barbatos, he asked you about the cake and later about your job in particular. You told him that you were a confectioner and all you could about the cake - except for the details you had changed in the recipe. It would still come out well if he wanted to make one himself just not exactly like yours.

He was very nice and easy to talk to but it didn’t escape your notice that his two friends were watching with great interest as he kept on talking to you. “Never thought he could be such a chatterbox,” the raven haired one quietly said to the redhead. So, it seemed he was normally more quiet.

It didn’t matter much to you, after all, you’ll probably never talk to him again. Still, it was a nice conversation so a smile came naturally to your face and you stayed quite a bit longer than normal.

Life went on like usual after that day until one day your colleague asked you to come up front again. To your great surprise you were greeted by Barbatos once more.

“I tried to bake your cake. It came out great but … not exactly like yours,” he admitted kinda sheepishly. It was actually really cute. “Yeah, that’s just because I don’t make it exactly like the original recipe wants you to, but if I told my little secret to our customers then who’d come here to buy anything?” “Ah, I understand.” He smiled sweetly and you happily smiled at him in return. He really was a nice guy, even though you didn’t know much about him.

The next time you met him was by chance. You were on vacation and just strolled through town a little looking at the window displays of the shops when you felt a tap on your shoulder. Needless to say that you were quite surprised to see him standing behind you as you turned but you soon had forgotten about that as he engaged you in a lively conversation. He was so easy to talk to and pretty soon you found yourself on a bench in the quiet part of the park talking to him.

Nothing special. At first you had talked about the day - what you were doing and that kinda stuff - and then a little more about cakes. Then the topic shifted a little to be about what he was doing - seemed he was some kind of butler.

“It was really cute seeing you the other day. You were on the playground with a little child.” “Well, yes. I was looking after my nephew.” That was weird. You were sure there were no other people around that day. Barbatos seemed to catch on to your sudden discomfort and changed the topic.

“You know, it is really bewitching.” “Bewitching? What is?” That sudden remark caused you to smile a little in confusion. He smiled back at you. “Your smile is. It’s like you put a spell on me.” Your expression went blank and you shifted in your seat causing him to raise a brow in question. It wasn’t even two months ago when you broke up with your last partner in a very unpleasant way, so you didn’t really like the way this conversation was going.

“It was really nice meeting you again, Barbatos. I gotta go now.” As abruptly as you stood up you didn’t notice his expression changing. What you did notice was when he caught your wrist to stop you from leaving. “I’m sorry Barbatos but I really have to go now.” When he looked up at you he had a polite smile on his face that didn’t give away his real emotions. “It’s so nice hearing you say my name.” Startled, you looked at him. He was right. It was the first time you had actually used his name. “Could … could you let go of me now?” “Can you say it again?” His expression remained unreadable. “Barbatos” you said, pulling your arm to remind him of your request but he didn’t let go.

“You know, I wanted to be patient but coming here isn’t that easy for me and I can’t leave my Lord Diavolo all to himself over a prolonged period of time …” He seemed to think about something while you stared at him confused. What was he even talking about?

“Yes,” he finally said “I think it’s best if I just take you with me. Then you can just show me how you’ve changed the recipe of your cakes.”

You stared at him in confusion that soon turned to pure horror when his appearance changed in front of you: Somehow he suddenly had strange bone like wings attached to his head but what caught your attention more was the split tail loosely wrapping around your waist.

Terrified you tried to get out of his grib yet even though he wasn’t holding you with much force you couldn’t get his hand to open no matter what you did. Barbatos continued to smile at you and even tried to calm you down a little but you didn’t want to be calmed down. Breathing way too fast you still tried to get your hand out of his hold until you felt too dizzy to continue your struggle. Barbatos easily caught you once your legs gave way.

“Don’t worry, (y/n). You’ll like it.” That was the last you heard before you blacked out.

He was so polite when you first met him.

How could you have been so wrong?

AITA for killing my entire family and torturing my younger brother?

My family was planning a coup d'etat, probably, and I wanted my brother to kill me tbh. AITA?

hgnngnnnghhhhh... Victoria buying you from your boyfriend/girlfriend/partner... hngngngngnhh...

You couldn’t believe your asshole of a partner sold you off. Like you were cheap meat. What were they doing talking to your high school bully anyway?! You finally get away from the psycho and now you’re back in hell where she clearly belongs.

Currently, there’s a soft, chewable gag in your mouth. Stress toy maybe? Or maybe she just wanted you to keep your mouth busy? Who fucking knows, all you know is drool is dripping around it now and making you wish you could move your hands to clean up instead of looking like a sad, slobbering puppy.

“There’s my good girl. Haven’t seen you in so long! Did you really think you could escape? That I wouldn’t find you?” She asks while pinching your cheeks, giving a wicked smile at your clear discomfort. Victoria let’s her fingers toy with the rope around your wrists, kissing your knuckles gently as her hands wander downward to feel the rest of your arm.

Your skin feels so nice to touch again. She wants to sink her teeth into you and mark you as hers again. To taste you and have you filling her senses like you used too, before that whole fiasco about getting away from her and switching colleges at the last minute.

Back when you would be beneath her as she ravaged you, having you beg and blubber apologies when you were naughty or kissing her breathless when she decided to give you a treat. No one else has ever made her feel such a longing, and she’s sure no one ever will. How you ended up with that scum of the earth who sold you is a mystery, but one she doesn’t care to solve.

As soon as they think they have their money secured, Victor is in position to kill and dispose. No loose ends, no loose lips, and all that mess. Siblings have a bond like that, don’t you know?

Victoria looks you in the eyes sharply, feeling with the pads of her fingers the drool leaving your gag. It makes her shudder, pressing her thighs together as she lets her fingers dip lower to your collar bone, tracing the area lightly. “Making such a mess...you love it wet and messy though, don’t you? I remember how I used to make you soak the sheets when you’d stay the night”.

You hiss out an insult, muffled by the gag of course, but she doesn’t seem to care. She’s lost in feeling all over you, your pants becoming discarded despite your struggling and kicks. “Always a fighter aren’t you? Don’t worry baby, I’m just feeling what I’ve been denied”. Her lips trail up your thighs, pulling your shirt upwards above your chest so she can leave lipstick stains across your abdomen and upper body as well.

Dark red. She clearly has a favorite shade.

You wince as she tugs the hem of your underwear and lets it snap against your hip, feeling as if she was getting into a more dominant and punishing mood.

Victoria sees the fear on your face, and sighs softly. Poor thing. You’re scared she’s going to hurt you like before, aren’t you? Well she’s matured since then, thank you, and she’s more patient. She’s learned about second chances, although she knows to take more precautions in the future when it comes to how much you love to try and hide from her.

“You’re cute when you think you’re in trouble. But...I’ve missed you too much to reunite on bad terms. Tonight I just want to feel your warmth again. And if you’re good for me, I might even take the gag away. Doesn’t that sound nice?”.

No. Absolutely not. But what choice do you really have when your face is covered in your own spit at this point and your nearly naked in front of your stalker. At least she’s giving you a choice you suppose.

A quick nod, and Victoria kisses your head, petting your hair softly as she whispers “I’ll be right back then. I have a call to make to Victor and the boys...when I come back we’ll see about a nice, relaxing bath and some champagne, Hmm?”.

-Mommabean

The Painting teaser

Pairing : Jonghyun x female reader

Genres : Horror, angst, TBA

Summary : The painting of the monstrous man had always enthralled you. But what if he was enthralled by you too?

Warnings: TBA

Collab:  This is for the Don't Breath collab hosted by @junjungsunwoo. Thank you for letting me take part. This is the first time I'm writing horror so I enjoyed!​

Release Date: 1st October 2021

WC: TBA

She stood in front of the painting, the same one she had stood before years ago.

It was tucked away in a corner hall of the museum.

No one wanted to see such a gruesome painting. So it had to be kept away.

She remembered the first day she saw it.

She had been just five, cradled in her father's arms.

The print of the horrifying-looking man ripping human limbs had been scary, but something had attracted her to it.

And she came back there, again and again. First with her father, and then all alone when he had gotten tired of taking her there again and again, despite him warning her about it.

And she would have stared at the painting for more years to come hadn't it been for the rumour about their town.

A rumour which was unfortunately true.

Every last day of the month, people were killed.

Just one.

And each time, the cause of death was different.

And that ugly rumour had led to family to move away and she never saw that painting ever again.

But now she was back again after many years, but this time as a journalist ready to solve the mystery behind this.

She had waited eagerly for the whole week. Waiting for the last day of the month.

And now here she was back again, on the 31st of October, staring at the painting once more.

She hadn't meant to come here tonight. She had intended to stay in town and find out the mystery behind these horrors.

But something, something inside had her had told her to come here first.

At first, she thought it was nostalgia.

But now she could only feel horror as she stood in the semi-darkness. She could feel the hair standing at the back of her neck as her stomach curled in fear.

The painting was still the same. Exactly same.

But the monstrous man from the painting was missing.

And she could see him standing in the shadows of the corner of the room.

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Anomaly

F!Reader x EXO

Genre: Angels/Demons AU

Warning: Lies, Manipulation, Chocking, Burning, Broken Bones, Fire, EXO OT12

Words: 2.4K

Chapters:

One | Two | Three | Four (Coming Soon)

Prompt: You grew up in a happy home despite being abandoned as a child. Or at least it was happy until one revelation starts shinning a light on all the questionable things that surrounded your family. That is if they ever had your best interest at heart.

“They’re not your parents.”

    You knew that, and a lot more, although you made no comment. You didn’t know why you had been called into the principal’s office to talk about this, let alone with two other strangers in the room. Regardless they seemed to be expecting some kind of response and you could only think of one.

“Yeah, I’m adopted.”

“Well, yes, but the papers are fake.”

Czytaj dalej

can you please stop making fucking c u b e s