#anti sorority

[betta-beta]

I’ll genuinely never be able to understand how sorority people can post pictures of the most raggedy, pale, alarmingly obese bettas in existence and not see absolutely anything wrong with them.

#bad betta husbandry #anti sorority #they just uwu over their actively dying fish

[hussyknee]

Clinging to my ethical conviction that no one deserves hate for the media they prefer with both hands to stave off the urge to take out Swifties one by one with a sniper rifle.

#name a more toxic racist subset of human on planet earth #up there with MLM girlbosses and white sorority girls #no honey we dont hate women we just very specifically hate you #instablocking these bitches #anti taylor swift #white women #racism #anti swifties #knee of huss

[sarahoctavie]

Lucie Hassan, my OC !

#pursuitofokayness #webcomic #webtoon #comic #bande dessinée #mental health #toxic relationship #toxic bf #drama #romance #sorority #feminism #women rights #support small artists #support artists #fuck ai art #fuck ai everything #fuck ai writing #anti ai #digital art #original comic #indie comics #tapas comic #global comix #reddit #reunion island

[sysmedsaresexist]

How inconsiderate to point out that you said something completely inappropriate

#the only time I'll EVER side with the sorority #syscourse #anti endo #shit endos say #people really still out here using traumascum

[dearreader]

i’m sorry to post about the sorority again cause it’s annoying i know.

but i’m literally thinking about how my thyroid medication was to low and how it only worked if i wasn’t under a lot of stress but the smallest amount of stress would send me into horrible sicknesses where i could barley move from my bed. (i’m not kidding i was unable to move from my bed all week and barley has enough strength to use the bathroom right next to my bedroom without having to take a three hour nap after a trip because i was so fucking exhausted). and like at that time i was grieving my fathers death and being a full time college student. then on top of that i was told i needed to put this sorority above all else even before being the recording secretary. like the president hates me already and had that affect how she treated me in her position. she said constantly i didn’t care even though every event or practice i gave my literal fucking all. but it barley seemed like anything because i always gave my all. i always gave it my everything but that was never enough and even when i greatly inconvenienced myself by being the DD and driving people everywhere without asking for anything because if i asked for anything in return besides a thanks people would get annoyed.

like i’m not kidding when i say that i was in so much pain and suffering and my world felt like i was in a riptide or tornado. like i was going through hell then i dropped and suddenly i felt nothing. like i was able to finish the semester with no side affects and move on.

like whenever i write a poem and describe my time in the sorority as like giving my body parts or having myself cut open and begging for it to end and being called selfish but like… that’s what it was man

#you’re on your own kid you always have been #very anti hero vibes #sorority tag #kelly babels #tw rant #tw personal

[zippers]

yay just found out that zac oyama is indeed a southerner. i keep hearing bits of his accent when he's out of character, told myself not to get my hopes up, looked it up, sure enough he's from alabama :)

#i just love seeing ppl from the south thrive in like... progressive circles bc #multiple sorority sisters told me that they thought i was a bigot (despite being openly gay and trans when they met me???) #solely based on my accent and my ''don't mess with texas'' attitude #(the irony of it is that dont mess with texas is an anti littering campaign created under a democratic governor) (anyway) #it's a bizarre type of hashtag representation but with how polarized people get wrt geographical borders and politics. i like it #and also i just love southern accents ♡ #and he has such a soothing voice :)

[faultsofyouth]

literally who are any of you people to decide that one decision is "the right decision" for every woman. If you go into a discussion assuming that You alone know what is the best path to a happy, healthy life for Everybody in the world then that is hubris. Everybody talks like they are so smart and have all the answers to everything and whenever someone disagrees with you then they are sensitive and antifeminist. At the end of the day yall have nothing of value to say and get your panties in a twist over anyone expressing an opinion that you disagree with and it's so obnoxious

#It's okay I'm just unfollowing people about it tonight #I'm tired of feeling like my dash is a sorority like sometimes people can disagree with you. You don't always need #To assert your opinions as the most logical and the most feminist. In fact insisting that people who disagree are less feminist than you #Is quite unconvincing to everybody who doesn't base their opinions around having a specific identity on the internet #The way I've seen people talk about having children tonight is incredibly ignorant of women's lived experiences #and it removes all complexity of women and motherhood and focuses entirely on a specific type of woman who is married to a man #Like literally it reminds me of the way men talk about female biology as if it exists solely to serve and please men #Like I can name real live women who had babies against the will of the men who gave them sperm #And you're living in another dimension if you think women are rewarded for being single moms. #Women are Never rewarded for taking any action without permission from a man and giving birth is not an exception #But somehow wanting to have a kid in Any context is bad and antifeminist but really what these women are criticizing is heterosexual #Relationships and calling it antinatalism. And then getting mad when we talk about the cons of antinatalism #Even though we said absolutely nothing about heterosexual relationships one way or the other #??? #Like literally I see nobody ever except for homophobes defend het relationships or get mad when people criticize them #But antinatalism is not synonymous with anti piv or anti het partnerships #So its kind of ridiculous to see multiple people make a false comparison between the two concepts in less than an hour

[giuliettagaltieri]

Road Rage & Malibu Barbie

Pairing: Street Racer!Eren x Reader

Synopsis: You may look like a Barbie doll who got lost on her way back to her dreamhouse but Eren never fails to break your front quite often than you like

Warning: alcohol use, illegal street racing, language

Word Count: 2292

He is just so full of shit, isn’t he?

Eren Fucking Jaeger.  He thinks just because he won every race he’s been in, he’s the fucking king of every fucking thing.

Your teeth gnashed, crushing the cola lollipop to tiny pieces until the stick flattened between your molars.

Cheers deafen your ears, even rising above the already booming drop of the music played by the DJ.  The crowd, all dressed in neon and various shades of black, one with a tacky cheetah print, gathers to Eren’s dodge challenger.  Oh, how you’d love to scratch the beautiful matte black paint or smash the glowing crimson lights.

On the other hand, your eyes dart to your batchmates, Porco and Reiner in their Camaro and Corvette.  You think Porco’s is smoking a little.  The two of them decided it was a good idea to challenge Eren.

Your brows meet as you click your tongue in annoyance.  They’ve given Paradis University a free pass to drag Marley Institute of Higher Learning’s name through the mud.

A loud honk got your attention, it’s the resident idiots of Paradis U, Conner and Sarah, you think their name was.  They got barrels of alcohol on their pick-up truck.  And just as quickly as the crowd gathered to Eren after his victory, they now crowded the truck for the cheap booze.

“Hey.” 

You smile as you feel Annie hop on the stacked tires next to you.

“Hay back.”  You say lazily as you take a sip on your Malibu fizzy pink lemonade, leaving a print of glossy and glittery lip mark on the can.

Annie takes a swig on something stronger and her eyes scan you.  Your stooped posture and your pink wedges creating swirls on the gravel, even your oversized sunglasses is slipping from your hair.

“Problem?”  Annie asks with a sigh.

Your hair flips in the force of you straightening your back just to face her.  Her hand is already waiting to catch your sunglasses that flew right off.

“Did you see his face?”

“Whose face?”  Annie asks calmly.

“Jaeger.”  You say as if the name is leaving a bad taste in your mouth.

Annie glances behind you then nods once.  “What about him?”

“Did you see the way he looked down on us?  He is simply unbelievable.”

Annie hums and you wait for her to continue.

The crowd is going crazy for the discount beer that Paradis U brought.

There was also the revving of engines from a distance.

And loud chattering.

“That’s it? ‘Hmm’?”  You ask impatiently, putting your fists on your hips as an added effect.

Annie just shrugs.  “I don’t know if he was like ‘looking down’ on us.”  She rolls her eyes.  “That’s just how he looks at everybody.”

You scrunch your nose cutely.  “As if!  He was totally feeling all high and mighty after that win.”  You stomp your chunky heel, sending a few pebbles away, you wished it was sand from the beach instead.  Pieck did invite you to that bonfire party their sorority is hosting.  “I bet I could take him on.”  You collapse on your palm, elbow resting on your knee as you trace the tiny flower patterns on your pink babydoll dress.

“Wanna bet on it?”  Says a deep voice right next to your ear, making your hair stand on end.

You leap off the stacked tires in surprise, your drink spilling on your hand.

There in all his glory, stood Eren Jaeger.

You glare up at him, refusing to look at his compression shirt clad chest and dark washed jeans because by God, you know he will never let you forget about it if you do. 

He’s been trying to get you to talk to him since the first night you met and to your luck, Reiner and Porco are not with you at the moment as the two of them were your usual anti-Eren protection squad.

“Annie, let’s go grab something to eat?”  You turn to Annie sharply with a stiff smile.

Annie yawns and raises a hand as a nonverbal ‘pass’ and she just leaves you there.  With him.

“Annie?”  You call desperately.

“It’s time you fix your issues.”

You glance at Eren who looks at you like you’re some sort of an odd entertainment.

“We don’t have issues!”  You hiss.

Annie turns to you both and walks backwards.  “Tension, then.”

Your face erupts to a blush and your mouth fails to form words.

She watches your face bubble up in anger and gives you a two fingered salute before sliding next to Armin who was trying to get his homework done in a corner.

“So.”  Eren stretches the word and you close your eyes tightly, dreading the fact that you will have to hold a conversation with him like how any regular adult should.

“Good racing out there.”  You say with a smile that doesn’t reach your eyes.

The corner of his lip rises.  “You can cut the act now, doll.”

Again, you just flash him another polite smile.  “Well, if that’s all.  I’ll be taking my leave.”

You walk in the direction of your 1959 pink Cadillac when you hear the unmistakable sound of sirens.  You don’t even process what happened next, you simply felt an arm lock around your midriff and your feet getting lifted off the ground.

“Fuck, stop STOP!”  Eren growls as you start punching him, yelling for him to put you down but he does not.

You turn to see Floch being pinned to the ground and then Annie leaving with Armin in his BMW i8.

“Jaeger!  I swear-”

“There you go!”  He unceremoniously dumps you in your convertible.

You make brief eye contact before a sound of a glass bottle shattering startles you.

“Shit!”  Eren hops to his hellcat that he not so discreetly chose to park next to your car.

You jab and twist the key in and the engine roars to life.  Your hands shake at the thought of having your parents come and bail you from jail.  And your reputation!

“Hey.”  Eren calls from the open window of his car.  “I know how to get out of here, you can come if you want but you gotta be a good girl and stick close to me, yeah?”

A cold drop of sweat drips on your temple and you hesitate for a moment but you give him a nod.

You raise your convertible’s top for a bit of covering.  You’d hate to have a picture of you end up in the news tomorrow morning, at least the plate number is a bit concealable.

“You ready, doll?”  He calls and his engine roars.  You clutch your steering wheel tight and you give him a nod.  His eyes linger on your seatbelt and after he’s sure that you got it fastened, he zooms forward.  You follow after him.  You keep a close eye on his car, careful not to bump into him.

Eren takes a sharp turn and you almost hit the break upon seeing a narrow alleyway, one wrong move and you could get stuck.  As Eren braves the escape route, you follow with much hesitation, that was until a flash of red and blue fills your car.  You gasp, hoping they won’t pursue you.

Soon enough, Eren makes it out and you see him stop a few meters away, waiting for you.

And you eventually make it out too.  Without any scratches.  Your driving instructor would be proud.

“That’s my girl!”  Eren cheers and he drives away, you follow quickly, a smile now making its way to your lips despite how your heart is pounding so hard in your chest.

You step hard on the accelerator until you are driving side by side.

You open your window and your hair whips with the wind, Eren does the same and gives you a boyish grin that you are certain was responsible for countless of panties to drop.

The thought made you feel a bit bitter and your smile deflated the tiniest bit.  Though you can’t understand why.  When the traffic light comes to sight, you slow down, despite the entire highway being empty due to it being four in the morning.

“You alright, doll?”  Eren asks in a tone you never knew he was capable of, with his brows pinched.

Again, you give him one of your practiced smiles and you nod.  Your eyes return to the road and the bright red light reflects on your eyes.

Eren doesn’t buy it, not even for a second.

“Tell you what.”  He says.  You glance at him and he points at the traffic light.  “I’ll take your challenge.”

Your eyes round in both confusion and surprise.

“When it turns green, we race to the next traffic light.”  He continues.  “Winner gets free ice cream.”

You just stare at him for what felt like a solid hour, as if waiting for him to break his act and tell you that he is just kidding, but he does not and he almost has a look of determination plastered to his eyes.

“Get ready to eat my dust.”  You smirk playfully.

Eren is unbeatable but you sure as hell are not going to back down from a challenge.

The leather of your steering wheel creaks softly under your grip and you watch the traffic light like a bird of prey.

Your cheeks bubble in anticipation when the light turns to yellow.

Eren revs his engine and you exhale softly, eyes now zeroed in the road, the traffic light becoming not dissimilar to a bell being dangled in front of a crouching cat, ready to pounce any second.

3

2

1

GO!

Both engines roar as Eren and you go neck and neck and you can’t even bother to glance at his direction when he whoops.

And then you hear the sudden combustion from his car.

“Gotta go, doll.”  He yells and his car speeds forward as if it was flying.  The quick blue flash from his exhaust told you that the asshole just used nitro.

You scream in frustration, quickly shifting the gear and you step on the pedal so hard that your back collides with your plushy seats.

Eren serpentines in front of you, preventing you from getting ahead.  You call him by a rather unkind name, to which he only laughs.

You try right and he is there, you try on the left and he’s there again.  Your fist slammed on your steering wheel.  You try left again and he’s already waiting for you, of course it’s obvious for you to turn right while he’s still trying to recover, but you don’t.  He, however, thought you were going to do it and he drives right hard, making you grin as he leaves you an opening.

Then there’s the really tall flyover and beyond that, the traffic light.

Only, Eren wasn’t a champion for nothing, was he?

He sparked that nitro again, complete cheating in your opinion, and he gets even.

“Coward!”  You scream at him and he laughs once more.

“A coward with a free ice cream, apparently.”  Was the last thing he said before zooming forward.

You curse him off as he slowly ascends.

Eren watches you from his rearview mirror and he shuts off his nitro, waiting for you to catch up to him.  But to his surprise, you drifted to the side, vanishing from view, almost knocking down a few traffic cones. 

His brows scrunch up.

Where could you be-

Were you planning to counterflow and cut through the road?

You little sneak.

Eren grins as the familiar fire of competition fuels his veins.  He shifted his gear stick and he stepped on it.  His engine roars and he slowly reaches the top, going now for the descent but he hits the break, making his tires screech.  The sun was slowly trying to break through the clouds now.  A wide smile is on his lips when he sees the familiar glint of your pink Cadillac and he steps on the accelerator.

His engine sounded like a monster chasing you, making you frantically speed up.  He’s coming.  He’s right behind you.  He’s…He’s…He’s lost the race!

You were a meter ahead of him!

The scream of victory you gave disappeared behind the roar of your engine.

You haphazardly got out of your car and was glad to see that Eren was too.

His movements were sluggish but there was a small smile on his lips.  You were really hoping he’d be more disappointed.

You grin at him, twisting and bouncing at where you stand.

He watches you with that same stupid smile and nods.  “Congratulations.  We didn’t have an audience but you can have the bragging rights.”

But his eyebrow cocks up in amusement when you giggle.  “Silly, I don’t want any bragging rights.  I just want an ice cream from that 24/7 café a few blocks away.”

Now, he just looks confused.  “Wait, really?”

You walk back to your car.  “Uhuh!  Plus, I totally saw you stalling there.”  You smile at him behind your shoulder.  “You lost on purpose.”

His cheeks flushed the tiniest bit but his lazy eyes scan you up and down.  “And you’re still making me buy you ice cream?”

You get inside your car and slam the door shut.  You drape an arm by the window and you shrug.  “A win’s a win, right?”

He considers for a moment, trying to see how far he could take this, and in a split second, he decides.

“Race you there.”  He grins and hops in his car.  “Loser gives the winner a kiss.”

He laughs as he drives away, leaving you struggling to chase after him.

“Unfuckingfair!”

He’s winning this one for sure, no matter what.

#eren jaeger x reader #eren yaeger x reader #attack on titan #eren jaeger x y/n #shingeki no kyoujin #eren x y/n #eren x you

[libraford]

Me: -talks about anti drag laws-

Coworker: see I can understand those things because it's a fetish.

Me: bud, were we not just talking about feet pics five minutes ago? You want me to cover up my toes when I'm at the beach? What about my hair? Theres hair fetishists out there. Or maybe we all wear gloves so the hand fetishists dont get accidentally turned on.

Coworker: but theres crossdressers out there doing it to be sexual

Me: and you purposely took a route through frat row to ogle sorority girls ten years younger than you sunbathing. Calm down and see a drag show sometime, chill out.

[valentiyne]

𝖺𝗅𝗉𝗁𝖺 𝗉𝗁𝗂 ❀ 𝗅𝗎𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗆𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌

Frat!Luke Hemmings x Fem!Reader

Summary: Rush week between fraternity Alpha Phi and sorority Alpha Kappa. Fake dating trope!

Warnings: Cursing, alcohol, drugs, and brief mentions of hazing

Word Count: 2.3k (kinda proofread)

Copyright © 2024 Valentiyne. All rights reserved. This original work is not allowed to be reposted on any platform in any format.

Rush week is one of the most notorious weeks in any university across the globe.

This is when fraternities and sororities host events and give new students their first chance to meet members of Greek Life. These events range from recruitment during the week and parties throughout the weekend.

"Kenzie does this look right", I turn around and face my roommate, my lace top squeezing me in all the right places.

My beloved roommate, Mackenzie shoots me a thumbs up and looks back down at her phone quickly, making sure our Uber is taking us in the right direction.

The nerves flowing through my body could shock an elephant if it got too close. It was my second year in university and after the horrific events that followed throughout first year, I was determined to make this one count.

After tipping the driver, we found ourselves on frat row. Numerous people were storming to Alpha Phi- the head of the fraternities on campus. One of which had a high reputation for having the craziest events and never-ending parties.

We found ourselves squeezing through the front door, stepping over people sitting on the floor, or sliding away from the monstrosities of beer kegs. Alpha Phi was one of the cleaner fraternities on campus, but it definitely looked like a bunch of men lived in there.

I looked around the crowd of people, hoping to spot anyone I knew. I was met with a pair of icy blue eyes that I couldn't quite pinpoint where I recognized from. My attention was drawn away when someone walked past, offering me a red solo cup which I properly declined.

It wasn't even 7pm and I never take drinks from strangers.

"Attention everyone! The drawing board has officially been closed and if you signed up with the QR code this week, your name is in here" Someone with a megaphone shouts from the back corner of the room.

I look to Kenzie now, raising a brow to make sure she had submitted our information as requested. She nods her head reassuringly in response, "You know I gotchu" she teases and points to the podium in the middle of the living room.

The entire fraternity stood behind it, their faces filled with mischief or sloppy smirks that would send any incoming freshmen into a frenzy.

"We'll begin with the dating game.", The fraternity president, known to Kenzie and I as Ashton, spoke clearly. Ashton had a huge reputation on campus, he was the fastest keg chugger but he was a huge advocate for an anti-hazing organization- it was some secret of his.

"Each fraternity brother will be paired with a sorority sister and must date for the rest of the weekend, starting today. The first ones to make it to the end of the week without breaking up or hooking up wins"

The small crowd erupted in cheers, the fraternity brothers leaning over to whisper to each other before their vice president, Calum walked forward to the podium.

"We'll start with Alpha Kappa," he unfolds his envelope and smirks to himself, "Mackenzie Haven with Michael Clifford"

She gasps loudly next to me, grabbing my forearm tightly and pulling me into various people around us as she squeals. Kenzie has had a huge crush on Michael since our English class freshman year. In her words, he was the perfect mix of "punk" and "nerd".

Calum lets the crowd calm, raising a hand to silence us before reading the rest of the names, a sister from our sorority getting paired with Ashton and another with Calum.

Finally it was me.

I held my breathe, my eyes locking with Kenzie before I look back up to Calum who stared at me with sorrowed eyes.

"And the remainding two...." he unfolds the paper slowly and upon reading it, bursts into a fit of laughter.

"Y/n Y/l/n and Luke Hemmings"

My eyes widened and I could feel bile dramatically creeping up my throat. I could hear Kenzie squeal once again and grab me. My heart sunk to the bottom of my stomach. Luke Hemmings was the last person I wanted to be paired with.

Him and I didn't have the greatest reputation together and I didn't want to play this game anymore.

Luke and I had english together our freshman year, along with Michael and Kenzie. One week, Alpha Phi threw a three day bender which caused him to miss the due date on our essay. Now I was smart, I finished the assignment a week before and made my way to the party- where I had met Luke for the first time.

So what did Mr Luke Hemmings do?

Stole my essay from my backpack and turned it in as him own- earning me a fat 50% for plagiarism.

Of course I went to the board in an attempt to dispute the whole ordeal, but Luke had a huge reputation in the fraternity as well as a long history of Hemmings who'd graduated here. In the end, it was his word against mine.

I could feel his icy blue eyes on mine and I tried to squeeze past all the people and out the back door but it was no use. Kenzie spun me around only for me to meet with the icy blue eyes from earlier.

It was like he heard me mentally cursing him, the way he strode over to me with a deadpan that looked too personal to not be personal.

"Hello Sunshine", He whispers down in my ear, Kenzie and Michael staring at us both with mouths agape. Chills run down my body and I look up at him like a deer in headlights.

I knew this weekend wasn't going to end well. I might as well drop out now.

Waking up to the sound of my phone ringing loudly, I sit up quickly and answer it. It wasn't unusual for someone to call me at all hours of the night, for all I know it could've been a sorority sister who's locked out. I glance over to Kenzie's sleeping figure and groaned quietly, "Hm?...."

"Goodmorning sunshine, as the best boyfriend in the sorority we are hitting the gym- be ready in 5"

My eyes shoot open and I hang the phone up, rubbing my eyes with my palms and checking the time. It was a mere three in the morning and I sighed, sliding out of bed and tiptoeing my way to the shared bathroom in our dorm, a bundle of gym clothes tucked in my arms.

I stared at my reflection for too long, throwing on an oversized hoodie and sliding some running shoes on before snatching my purse.

The loud roar of an engine notified me that the blondie was outside. Racing down the steps, he wasn't shy to blast his horn numerous times in an attempt to get me to walk faster.

His car was an 04' Mustang, painted red to match the interior leather. His car was cocky just like him.

Luke reaches across the center console and pushes the door open, my eyes still half lidded as I slump into the passenger seat, "Mornin' sunshine"

"Don't call me that" I say loudly, earning a smirk in return.

I could barely hear him over the sound of his music blasting, it was too early for this and he knew it.

I rub my eyes again, opening them slowly to reveal an iced drink handed to me with a ring clasped hand. He returns his eyes to the road with a stern expression, putting the car in gear and speeding off.

I examine the drink closely, noticing the pink hue before it clicks in my mind, "How did you know my order?"

"Asked Kenzie.. At least i'm making an effort"

I swirl the drink with my straw, looking down at my lap for the remainder of the short car ride. He kept a steady gaze on the road, occasionally turning to look at me which I pretended not to notice. Luke was definitely an attractive man, one that dropped jaws when he walked into the room. But I knew where my heart lies with him, how much I hate him will never let me stand him in the slightest.

"Wish you would've seen the look on the lady's face when I ordered it... an iced bubblegum latte wasn't in my vocabulary before you" He scoffs and pulls the car into the parking lot, jumping out and slamming the door.

The gym was hell, Luke was hell and I knew I couldn't survive another two days of this. I ignored his attempts to open the door for me, offered to hold my purse when we went places. I genuinely didn't want to be around him, and you could see it on my face.

As the days went on, I could tell it was getting to him. He wanted to win, as much as I did, but it wasn't easy for either of us.

He hated me for ratting him out and I hate him for ruining my life.

"Cmon Y/n, he can't be thattttttt bad", Kenzie defends before going on a tangent about how amazing Michael was aside from his out of wack sleep schedule. She went to the gym every morning and pilates right after, meanwhile Michael slept through his countless alarms.

"I'll trade you" I groan helplessly as my phone rights for the tenth time in a row. His contact was the same as when we first met last year.

Lu<33

Kenzie leans over quickly and answers, "Hi Luke it's Kenz", She shoots me a mischievous smile, "Oh! Y/n? she's right here"

I snatch the phone from her hand. shooting her daggers before speaking sternly. "Go away" The phone ended up somewhere on the floor of our shared bedroom and I slammed my head into my pillow.

I wanted absolutely nothing to do with Luke Hemmings. And I made that very clear.

Sunday rolled around much quicker, and instead of a phone call waking me up, it was a body shifting under my mattress. I jump up quickly, ripping my eye mask off while my chest rises and falls quickly.

I open my eyes to reveal Luke smiling down at me, "Goodmornin-"

I push him off my, eyes scanning my nightstand praying that it wasn't gym time. To my surprise it was a little after ten in the morning, Kenzie and the rest of the sorority sisters were off at pilates and I was getting my much needed beauty sleep.

"What are you doing in my room" I sit up, hearing him chuckle at my childish choice of pajamas before he leans over and grabs a bouquet of flowers from the edge of the bed.

"I wanted to apologize"

I roll my eyes, "It's going to take more than some flowers to forgive you" I take the bouquet and smell them momentarily before I place them on the bed. He motions with his hands for me to follow him, so I slide off the bed and follow him down the hall.

He walks backward, his hands in his leather jacket pockets as he watches me avoid eye contact. He led me all the way down to the kitchen before halting in the doorway, "I know I know. I'm really sorry about what I did freshman year, a true man wouldn't have done that....."

I nod slowly, a little confused at the sudden change in emotion.

He was rocking on the balls of his feet, his eyes scamming mine before he clears his throat. His hand comes up and brushes his hair back before he motions for me to follow once again.

"I'll just show you"

Tilting my head, he slides open the kitchen door to reveal a small table set for two. Various breakfast foods were laid out on the table, a small candle in the middle and he jogs over to pull a seat out for me. I awkwardly sit down, looking around the room before he takes a seat with me and slides over an envelope. I scan over it before taking it reluctantly, folding it open and reading it.

"Dear Miss Y/L/N

After debate between the Board of Education, as well as at the request of Luke Hemmings, your grade on your official transcript for English 102 Class 5578 has been updated from a 52% to a passing grade of 97%"

The paper drops to my lap and I look up at him, his eyes down on his plate as he nervously picked at his food. "Luke wha-"

"I am really sorry Y/n, I fucked up and I wanted to fix this"

I look down at my plate now, thinking about everything that happened in its entirety before looking up and nodding. "Okay"

The rest of the breakfast was silent, aside from the occasional conversation he piped up with. It was foreign to befriend him, after a whole year of despising him- and here he was across the table from me.

As I helped him clean up the dishes, I leaned against the counter before a thought popped into my head, "Wait, how do I know you're not doing this for the game?"

He turns to me and drops the soapy sponge, his eyebrows raised before it clicks in his head. He chuckle and shakes his head at me, "Because the game ended at 8am, Y/n"

#5 seconds of summer #luke hemmings #5sos fanfic #ashton 5sos #calum 5sos #calum hood #luke hemmings x reader #5sos #michael clifford #calum hood fanfic #luke hemmings x y/n #luke x reader #luke hemming imagines #luke 5sos #5sos imagine #calum hood fluff #5sos fluff #ashton irwin fic #5sos fic #5sos fanfiction #five seconds of summer #michael clifford imagine #ashton irwin x y/n #ashton irwin x reader #ashton 5 seconds of summer #ashton irwin #calum 5 seconds of summer #calum hood imagine #calum hood 5sos #frat!luke

[imissthembutitwasntadisaster]

Fun facts gathered two days after meeting people from the deep south for the first time:

These girls are unkillable they're out here working all day in 35 degree direct sun, pretty sure one didn't take a water break all morning it's so cool

It's actually really fun for me because they're very progressive students very typical but they also all go to church whereas in the UK the majority of students like that are atheist or even anti-religion so it's a great vibe.

All of them have shot something. None of them have eaten a plum.

Sororities are real apparently?

So is the accent.

One of them is wearing heavy duty cowboy boots on this dig I'm literally obsessed.

#this is so fun for me but the plum thing threw me for a loop

[sarahoctavie]

Cyril always have what you need in his pocket ;)

It's not some condoms >_<

#feminism #comic #webcomic #webtoon #digital art #anti ai #fuck ai art #fuck ai everything #fuck ai writing #pursuitofokayness #sex and drugs #sorority #female dating strategy #webtoonfr #webtoon canvas #bande dessinée #illustration #digitalpainting #digital illustration #digitial art #digital drawing #drawing #artwork #fanart #supportsmallartists

[cohandshake]

From all the posts going around of what other bands to listen to rather than Wilbur and Lovejoy, there's a few that I'm surprised I haven't seen:

Pat the Bunny and his other projects Wingnut Dishwashers Union, Ramshackle Glory, and Johnny Hobo and the Freight Trains - the epitome of folk punk, a genre that Will was obviously into and inspired by considering he covered a few songs from Pat

I'm not a good person

I'm going home

Whiskey is my kind of lullaby

Your heart is a muscle -> the first song I typically recommend

More about alcoholism

Urine speaks louder than words -> the cover wil did of this is how i found him

Never trust a man who (who plays guitar)

Crywank - another band that was inspo for both the solo albums and Lovejoy, AND another folk punk staple, one of the few I can think of off the top of my head that's british

Welcome to castle irwell

Its ok i wouldn't remember me either

Song for a guilty sadist

Memento Mori

AJJ - especially People Who Can People album

Back Pack

People ii 2: Still Peoplin'

Brave as a noun

Bad bad things

Days N' Daze, Mischief Brew, and Defiance, Ohio are also great folk punk bands that are in the same vein as the ones mentioned above.

misanthropic drunken loner

little blue pills

oh, susquehanna!

roll me through the gates of hell

coffee, god, and cigarettes,

olde tyme mem'ry

I will say, while I could hear the definite influences these bands and genre had on his solo stuff, YCGMA and MSR always struck me as a more tamed version made more palatable for the masses, so while the themes, overall sound, and inspo is all there, I can't guarantee that it's a vibe for everyone

Ren - while not the same genre by any means, I think the vibe could def be appreciated, and if you like up-and-coming artists who've originated on youtube, check him out

Frank Turner - british artist who also makes music that I would considered the marketable version of folk-punk. more positive vibes than others in the scene

Get better

I still believe

I knew prufrock before he got famous

The Libertines - more for those who like Lovejoy. this band has been around for a while, and they've never stopped being insane about eachother. GREAT music, one of my favs tbh, and classic brit-indie 2000s which is what Lovejoy reminded me of.

Can't stand me now -> prob their most known song

The good old days

What a waster

What became of the likely lads

Gunga Din

Sorority Noise

Blonde hair, black lungs

Using

Art school wannabe

Kimya Dawson - if you're looking for something woman-based, she's for you. In the vein of the folk-punk scene (she's actually anti-folk), her and her band Moldy Peaches have been in soundtracks like Juno

So nice, so smart

The beer -> one of the ultimate songs imo

loose lips

#wilbur situation #lovejoy #other bands to listen to

[murdermepeacefully]

Billy Lenz Headcanons

Working on my first Dead Dove fic ever, and figured I'd do some headcanons for the lovely canon character in it~ Most of them ended up on the spicy side, so....sorry about that!

As before, these are of course my own personal opinion, but feel free to reblog, add onto them, ask questions about them, or add them to the ones you accept yourself! I absolutely love hearing from others on their thoughts.

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

Things based on the movies: Note: While I know the movies do not all feature the same Billy, I do pull from the 1974 film as well for some of these.

Definitely has a thing for eyes in general. [Think imagery, eye contact, etc. Tends to notice someone's eyes before anything else]

Collects false eyes due to this. [Especially antique ones or ones with unique designs.]

Not a huge fan of Christmas time, but can still enjoy some parts. Definitely likes the lights, cookies, candy, and Santa Claus parts, but not the tree or gift giving parts.

Doesn't stay in childhood home, but instead moves to random houses. Can end up in non-sorority houses as a result.

Prefers the attic wherever he ends up, but absolutely finds a way to sneak around the entire house.

Tends to go for older houses so any creaking from him moving through the house can be excused as just 'the house settling'

Things based on Fandom content and interaction:

Keeps his collection of fake eyes in a jar and shakes it like marbles, but will sort them by color, style, or other categorization method if he wants to just focus on something for a while. [Thanks to @fingersinmyhair for this one! 💕]

Carries one in his pocket if he goes out as a comfort item.

Wears PJs/PJ-Adjacent clothing a lot. [Think sweat pants and oversized sweaters/sweatshirts]

Random Just Because Ones:

Very much likes drinking in the scent of those he's infatuated with/curious about.

Likes to steal little things from them to put in his hideaway.

Spicy ones 🌶️🔞

He absolutely loves biting/licking/drinking the blood of partners, during sex or not.

He will lick the bite if you show signs of it hurting, as if in apology.

He gets turned on by being the one in control/on top.

If you're fucking you best believe he's fucking you hard, pulling your hair to arch your head to the side so he has access to your neck and shoulders for biting and leaving marks.

Likes pulling his partner's hair in general tbh

ABSOLUTELY would give you a necklace of bite marks along your collarbone

Will mastrubate using your clothes if he can get away with it [Prefers shirts/dresses/etc to underwear, however, so he can imagine he's fucking you while you wear it.]

If there is an anti-breeding kink, he has it.

He does not like being on the bottom, but on the off chance that he is, it's a much softer, sweeter sort of fucking. Lots of gentle reassurances and kisses and the like, more nibbling than full on biting. Likely works out a signal for his partner, be it a word or a gesture, for when he wants to top and start speeding things up.

Hardcore into sexting/phone sex, but absolutely expect him to jerk off while on the phone with you or send video of him doing it.

Would absolutely get one of those O ring gags that force the wearer to have their mouth open, especially if their partner is a drooling, whimpering mess while wearing it.

#Billy Lenz #Black Christmas 2006 #May add more over time tbh

[argisthebulwark]

Is it possible to see your Skyrim playlists 👀 particularly the Miraak one (I understand if not!)

oh hell yeah. sorry for liking edgy music. These are the playlists I use for writing these characters so the lyrics aren't always specific to them, they just get me in the right headspace to write my favorite fellas. some of these are loud, maybe lower your volume just in case. A lot of them are love songs because that's what i write!

Miraak

Snow - Ricky Montgomery The Night We Met - Lord Huron The Worst In Me - Bad Omens Never Think - Robert Pattinson I Will Possess Your Heart - Death Cab For Cutie Arcade - Duncan Laurence As The World Caves In - Sarah Cothran Let's Talk About Your Hair - Have Mercy Such Small Hands - La Dispute In The End - Black Veil Brides Love Like Ghosts - Lord Huron This Loneliness Won't Be The Death Of Me - Being As An Ocean Always Attract - You Me At Six Okay I Believe You, But My Tommy Gun Don't - Brand New Weak At The Knees - Have Mercy MANTRA - Bring Me The Horizon Sad Prayers For Guilty Bodies - La Dispute Sex With A Ghost - Teddy Hyde Ivy - The Amity Affliction

Brynjolf

Hold Onto Me - Mayday Parade If I Tremble - Front Porch Step Until I Found You - Stephen Sanchez Ashes - Stellar Stay - Mayday Parade I Love You Like An Alcoholic - The Taxpayers Jesus Christ - Brand New How Do I Tell A Girl That I Want To Kiss Her? - Modern Baseball Talk To You - Ricky Montgomery Come Alive - Jackson Wang The Most Beautiful Bitter Fruit - La Dispute Red Lights - Stray Kids I Can Wait Forever - Simple Plan Yellow - Coldplay Hell's Comin' With Me - Poor Man's Poison A Shitty Love Song - JYE You Had Me At Hello - A Day to Remember Caraphernelia - Pierce the Veil

Vilkas

Peach - The Front Bottoms Anti-Romantic - Tomorrow x Together Die First - Nessa Barrett I Hear A Symphony - Cody Fry Art School Wannabe - Sorority Noise Set Me Free - The Amity Affliction Taste - Stray Kids Monsters - Matchbook Romance Oh Well, Oh Well - Mayday Parade Until The Day I Die - Story of the Year Sleep - Citizen No One Does It Better - You Me At Six If I Should Go Before You - City and Colour Bloom - The Paper Kites I Don't Mind - Defeater A Lovely Mess - Front Porch Step I Swear This Time I Mean It - Mayday Parade If I'm James Dean, You're Audrey Hepburn - Sleeping With Sirens and obviously Animal I Have Become - Three Days Grace

#asks #anon #sorry this took forever i wanted to link them all for u! #skyrim #character playlists #miraak #brynjolf #vilkas

[whitepassingpocs]

So what does white passing look like in America today? I have largely switched to saying white-presenting as opposed to white passing. The historical context of white passing is rooted in violence and disenfranchisement of fair-skinned Black Americans. However, we cannot acknowledge this without mentioning colorism, when light-skinned Black people and white Americans tend to turn their internalized racism towards darker-skinned Black people. For example, there was a higher monetary value set for enslaved people who were light-skinned, and even historically, Black sororities and fraternities have been known to show colorism in member selection. (Nova Southeastern University). Even today, light-skinned Black Americans are less likely to encounter the same barriers as their darker-skinned counterparts (Time). 

Why I Shifted from Saying “White Passing” | Nia Norris | Anti-Racism Daily

#white passing #white presenting #racism #anti blackness #colourism #colorism #article