Bro No Why???? I Liked The Old Oneeee, Go Back. I Like The Little Man Guy, But I Don’t Like The Background,

Boredom - J.HS

Summary: Y/N gets bored and decides to go to her boyfriend Hoseok for help in curing in.

“Hobi, I’m bored!” I announced walking into his studio. The only response I got was a simple hum in acknowledgment. It was common for me to show up from time to time now. Since I get bored easily and use Hoseok as a source of entertainment.

“I don’t know what you want me to do about it, Jagiya. I can’t just stop working.” He replied, turning in his seat. I know what he said was just the truth. Being in the world’s biggest boy band isn’t all that easy. But that doesn’t mean my boredom would care anymore than it did now, which was none.

“You don’t have to stop working completely, just spend an hour with me. Please!” I asked.To be fair I had been bored for the past three hours and I already knew it wouldn’t go away anytime soon. Which is why I came here in the first place.

Hoseok looked at his computer before sighing. “One hour, then I have to get back to work.” He explained. I nodded before smiling and grabbing his arm dragging him outside.

“Jagiya where are we going?” Hoseok questioned while making no move to stop me from dragging him wherever I wanted.

“To a park! Trust me, some fresh air is something we both need right now!” I answered. Hoseok just chuckled quietly to himself before intertwining our fingers and pulling me closer to him.

“Aiesh! I will never be able to say no to you!” Hoseok exclaimed. Hitherto himself or to me I have no idea.

“Love is weird like that. Not being able to say no to someone.” I confirmed causing him to laugh. Before I could say anything else though Hoseok got in front of me and pulled me onto his back making sure I was secure.

“Well, the park waits for no one Jagiya! Let’s go!” He exclaimed before running. I just laughed before wrapping my arms tighter around him. I guess boredom is good for some things.

~END~

Getting so desperate for a gf may find one on this hell site

Me when it’s time to make another 40+ yr old man a lesbian for the month

women’s hip bone area is this absolute most hottest thing ever. nothing will ever be hotter to me than a woman’s hip area ugh i’m hard just thinking about it 🫶🫶🫶

manifesting a hot girl blowing smoke into my mouth

I wanna be her controversial young girlfriend.

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Fear

A thing covered

In the thing called society.

We have created this

This vile

This villain

This deep seated feeling

We have created it

And then we gave it power.

We give it power over our lives

Afraid of everything.

Afraid that if we aren’t a certain way

We will get killed.

Afraid of what others think

Because that is what we are taught.

We are afraid of getting left

Because we are taught

That being left can only equal

Being worthless.

That being left

Is because you weren’t good enough.

You weren’t good enough for them.

You weren’t able to keep up.

You were too different.

You were too unique.

You were too much You.

So they left.

And with them left your worth.

Society tells us,

That without worth,

We are without being.

Without being able to put a price

There is nothing

And then it was all pointless.

Because even the most priceless of things

Is still marked with a price tag.

The world taught us to be open

And to be afraid of the closed off.

That they had to have done something

Something bad

Something terrible

If they had nothing to say.

That if you weren’t open

Then you weren’t worthy of trust.

We say things we don’t want to,

Because silence has become a crime,

Because our safety and comfort

Is at the bottom of the barrel.

When we speak up

Nobody listens

They say we are crazy,

Because that is what history says.

Because that society taught it.

We are taught

That without a partner

Are we really human?

Without love

Without attraction

Without sexual activity

Wouldn’t we be robots?

Wouldn’t you have to be an alien?

And then when we express the attraction we have,

We are told that it is wrong,

And are instilled a fear

Of speaking about who we love

Just in case the person we talk to

Has a fear

And has a weapon

Even if that weapon

Is a word.

We are taught

That fear isn’t real

And that if we have one

We are weak.

When in reality

We are the strong ones

Because we live every single day

Having to know

That the fear is there

And the object could be around at any time.

For me, it is the dark

Because something could be there

And I am most vulnerable

When I cannot see.

For a friend, it is heights

Because you cannot catch yourself

When pushed off of a building.

For another, it is people

Because of what they might say

Or what they might do

And they have to have hope

That someone doesn’t snap

And decide that it was their time.

Fear is not a weakness

It is a strength

That we have been taught

As a necessity.

reblog if you also desperately need boobs in your mouth rn

That tall femme short masc/ butch combo hits different.

Rewatching season 10 of SPN because I’m writing a fanfic for class based in it. Just got to where Dean is talking to death.