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janellion · 4 years

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Hi Kayla bb I love you sm!! Congratulations on 250 you deserve the world and whatever else lies beyond it😌💗✨ also!! For the asks can you answer 12 and 33? Have a great day bb alr missin you

angel bb!!! did you get your bubble tea?? meet w cute bad boy??

also KDJS THANK YOU SM!! i’m just happy y’all are here honrstly 🥺💗✨😭

i love you to the moon and back and in this universe and all the rest 💗✨🌙

12. what other fandoms are you in?

ahh i’m not rly in other fandoms so much!! i was pretty into,,, vld for a bit? specifically klance. but tbh i am pretty “all in” when it comes to fandom stuff! so i’m pretty much just hq at the moment! if anyone has any suggestions tho i’m totally open to getting into new things!! i’m planning on starting bnha at some point!

33. describe your first love

my first love was my high school boyfriend, we dated for about 1.5 years? it was that sort of all intensive teenage love, where we thought we would be together forever and were head over heels for each other for a long time. we had a lot of firsts together, and i don’t regret any of it. he was always trying to make people laugh, always cracking jokes. he’d do anything to be the center of attention and often struggled with his own identity. one of those people where you can’t tell whether they’re joking or not bc they always seem like they’re “on”

idk how much i should be putting but he ended up cheating on me emotionally while i was out of town on vacation. i eventually (abt a year later) ended up comforting the girl he cheated on me w after he broke her heart

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kayla’s 200/250 sleeover and celebration!! 🥰✨

#angel bb ily to the moon and back 🌙#angel bb!!#loving angel in this universe and all the rest ✨💗🌙#moots 💗#janellion 200/250!! ✨#janellion sleepover

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ollie-oxen-free · 6 years

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this started out as a shitpost how did it end up like this

(it was only a shitpost, it was only a shitpost)

but seriously. @itsladykit and i were joking in chat abt how twist and my slim would certainly both wear those inflatable t-rex costumes, and i tried to write it, but i started and it ended up as an actual fucking fic what the fuck. so anyways i now share kit’s curse of not being funny (ha ha BURN). enjoy anyways, bitchados

Slim lay on his bed, arms spread to the side and gaze fixed on the ceiling. He’d run out of drugs a while ago (he wasn’t entirely sure how long ago it was, but it was fine since time was a man-made construct to begin with and everyone in the universe was existing at the exact same time as everyone else no matter what the clock said) but the high was still buzzing in his skull, making his limbs feel heavy. The tips of his phalanges were cold, but the rest of his body felt like it was burning. He almost wished it was.

With a groan, he pushed himself up, swinging his legs the six inches to the floor from the amazing height of his bare mattress, standing and making his way out of his room. Laying there would only result in even more edgy thoughts, all poetic and emo, and that was the last thing he really needed. The first thing he needed were some more drugs.

He shuffled over to the painting that was hanging on the wall, lifting it to check his secret stash. Instead of drugs he found a crumpled post-it note from his past self: a reminder to buy more drugs. He flipped off the slip of paper, as if the action would make more magically appear, before he walked away with a groan, flopping down onto his couch. The furniture was just as shitty as the rest of his apartment. Of course it was; he’d found it for free on the sidewalk when he was stumbling home drunk off his ass. He still had no idea how the hell he got it in the house.

But it functioned and only occasionally stabbed him with a spring, so he kept it. It wasn’t the first thing that had shanked him and it most certainly wouldn’t be the last. He sighed as he lifted his hands, balling them into fists in front of his face before releasing them, looking between his gloved right and ungloved left. Wow, he thought, I really need to get another fucking glove. But he wouldn’t. He never followed through on jack shit.

He pulled back the edge of his glove, looking at the charred bone (more of a brand than an injury, he’d seen the same mark on so many others, because even now he was stuck in all the same bullshit, blistered bone all blackened and charred and broken) before he dug his thumb into the edge of the scar, pressing harder and harder as it started to hurt and-

“SLIM!”

He swore, launching himself off the couch before tripping over his own fucking feet and landing on his face. He laid there for a moment, hoping that he would magically burst into flames, but hope had never been his strong suit and so he pushed himself up, squinting around the room. He waited a minute before the voice came again, familiar and muffled behind the door. “I know yer home! Yer jeep is still in tha bushes, so yer here!”

Slim yawned, turning his face into the carpet. “Yeah, yeah, m’here.”

“Then lemme in!” The door handle jiggled, drawing attention to itself. Slim glared at it, trying to remember how to open a door in his inebriated state, before realizing that he would have to get up to unlock it. He sighed, shoving his face back into the rough fibers of the floor.

“Just kick down the fucking door. I don’t think I can move.”

There was a pause before a crash came, Twist doing just that, entering and looking proud of himself. He stopped after a few steps, his smile falling as he looked around. “Damn, bitch. Ya really live like this?”

“So, first of all,” Slim groaned as he pushed himself up, gathering his feet under himself and trying to balance, “if you wanna be accurate with that meme then you need a snapback and I need a rose.”

Twist snickered, but the expression quickly fell as he looked Slim over. His gaze lingered on his gloved hand, and Slim looked down to see that his glove was still pulled halfway off, showing the scarred bone and the fresh mark he had carved into himself. He discreetly pulled the edge of the glove up, glad that he was so sneaky and good at hiding secrets.

“Ya alright, bud? Ya’ve been missin’ fer a few days.”

“Missing what?” He asked as he hobbled into the kitchen- god, he had absolutely no fucking memory of twisting his ankle, what the hell- skillfully avoiding the question.

Unsurprisingly, Twist followed him, watching as he sorted through the barren cabinets in hopes of finding something to eat. “Well, fer one, the other day Stretch ate so much ice cream tha’ he got sick ‘n puked in th’ shop.”

“Did you get it on video?”

“‘Fraid not.”

Slim swore, pouting as he went back to scrounging up some kind of meal. He pulled out a packet of saltine crackers, shrugging as he tore them open to feast like a king.

“Yer injured” Twist said, voice soft and quiet.

Slim internally cursed himself as he glanced down at the bandages that were wrapped around the left side of his ribcage, clearly in view from his tank top. “Got into a scuffle. Apparently telling a group of humans you’re buying drugs from you’re not a cop makes some people ansty.”

He could tell that Twist didn’t buy it, head cocked to the side and gaze still focused on the bandages. Twist sighed, slinging his hands in his hoodie. “I ain’t gonna tell ya what ta do, sweetheart, but you ‘n I…” he trailed off with another sigh. Always breathing, that guy. “Neither one of us can really afford ta risk a deadly scuffle.”

Twist gave him a pointed look, letting him know that it wasn’t themselves they needed to be worried about. Slim shrugged anyways, taking a bite of the stale cracker. It was dry and flavorless in his mouth. “I don’t got much to lose here, Twisted.” He swept the arm not occupied with food around the kitchen, the tiles cracked and the ceiling water-stained. He could fix it up, of course. Could afford better, could take better care of it. He popped the rest of the cracker in his mouth.

Twist frowned. “Don’ say that.”

Slim grinned, shooting Twist a wink and a finger gun, reaching for another cracker. Twist reached out, slowly enough that he could stop him, and grabbed his arm, tugging him away from the counter. He resisted, digging his heels into the floor, only for Twist to step forward and sweep him up, throwing him over his shoulder. Slim blinked, his drug-addled mind struggling to come to terms with the fact that, hey, he was no longer on the ground.

His leg swung out, trying to kick the other, but the action jarred his injury, making him hiss and give up in resignation. “Twist. My crackers.”

Twist didn’t seem concerned, humming happily as he grabbed his coat from where it was piled and swiped up his shoes, not bothering to shut the door behind him. It was broken anyways. Slim thought about telling him to go back and shut it, but the only thing of value he really had in the house was a gift card to Walmart that had $20 on it, and even then he had no idea where it was.

“Twist. My crackers.”

“M’sure my bro‘ll make something fer ya!”

Slim groaned, going limp on his shoulder as Twist grabbed the scooter he’d set against the fence, somehow managing to maintain the skill needed to hold him and balance on the toy. He would’ve been impressed if both his feet were on the ground. “The last time I ate something BB made me, it was poisoned. I was paralyzed for days.”

“‘N ya didn’ leave tha house,” Twist said. “‘N ya didn’ get yerself hurt.”

“You seem pretty happy for a kidnapper.”

Twist snickered, slowing a bit to turn the corner before pushing them faster and coasting down the hill. “Nah. S’only kidnappin’ if yer a minor, Sweetheart.”

“...Sounds about right.” It really didn’t, but Twist laughed anyways, adjusting him gently enough that it didn’t agitate his injuries too greatly, making a wide turn around the corner, heading back to his own house. Slim closed his eyes with a sigh. It really wasn’t worth the fight.

The crackers were stale anyways.

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ittybittylittlebit-hot · 4 years

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SNAP - - * *

CHRIS: okay, im pretty sure i was born with a damn crown. bow to me bb. CHRIS: jk. wyd? missin’ you tonight

#he's a wild fuckboy so this can be anything tbh #* ( open ) *#chris: open #open to all

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soulfultrolls · 7 years

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Bronze Fuscia Violet and Cobalt for Kapila and Verena!

GASP MY BB VEEKapeelabanana (idk man I am tired ndjf)Bronze- the first and last person they kissed:"As if I'd remember my first after all the kisses I've had since then.">You scoff, but it flashes through your mind. You shove it down. It doesn't COUNT."Last was probably Bo."Fuschia- the worst injury they've ever had, mental or physical:"When I got attacked by a /rabid, mangy, fuckin mutt/."Violet- an obsession that's going to lead to their downfall: "Uh, I don't know???">DEFINITELY FAMECobalt- the luckiest thing that's ever happened to them!:>You get really bashful all a sudden, but try to play it off with a shrug. Regardless your flushing copper, looking up and away as you mumble."...Urchins..."VERBENABronze- the first and last person they kissed:"...Vlasse. And uh, geeze, prolly Cirico...">Even though things are still rocky between you and Vlasse, you don't regret the kiss at all. It had been very sweet, a good first kiss as far as you know. And Cirico...man, that had been so long ago...Fuschia- the worst injury they've ever had, mental or physical:"Believe it or not, not the missin arm. Got a fake lung, couple ribs, an' eye all from the same time.Violet- an obsession that's going to lead to their downfall:"Fuck if I know man, I don't think bakin is gonna do me in but eh. Shit happens.">Her obsession to not be seen as a criminal, which eventually leads her to hunt other criminals down. She makes ALOT of enemies.Cobalt- the luckiest thing that's ever happened to them!:"Shit, I guess probably gettin my side blown the fuck open. Woke up in space an' no one knew me. Had some pretty shit times yeah, but...some pretty good ones too."

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ginandachaser · 7 years

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Random Thoughts #2: SWDBS

Why would a dude who has spent numerous episodes tryna keep a woman close to him for a variety of reasons, cut her loose when she came to him for help?

I mean MH had BS spend the night @ his place because he was lonely. He had her posted up in his hospital room and has her ensconced in his office playing @ work.

If a man goes through that kind of effort to keep the woman he digs safe and in his sight because he knows she’s a flight risk, why wouldn’t he have kept her @ his house when there’s a psychotic dude who has kidnapped her friend on the loose?

She showed up @ his front door understandably hysterical (nice work Bo Young btw) and he had to talk her down and convince her they’d work together. Then what does he do? Tell her to go home and get some rest? Aw Come On!

Contrary to what some ppl believe, MH has been thoroughly insecure when it comes to BS’s feelings for him from minute one. He’s the type of dude who loves hard and he hasn’t been assured that she feels the same.

All of his insecurities and jealousy came to the surface when BS and GD met in the cafeteria. Then he had to deal w/the woman he wants to date playing noble idiot and pushing him away while she chases after a nut.

Both actors did well in that scene. Poor BS was just worn out and her wannabe boyfriend decided to unload all his baggage during a tough time.

Not sayin’ his feelings weren’t valid, but the timing was a damn mess. Then feelings are messy any way.

The police still don’t take this kidnapping sh*t seriously do they? GD the only damn one who has begun to see just how frightening and dangerous this dude is.

So, our girl lost her powers over some inadvertent violence towards the dude she thought harmed her friend? Really? Not buyin’ this arbitrary mess.

I mean Mom was a grifter and a thug shakin’ down ppl for money. She deserved to lose her powers. BS had no damn way of knowing that wasn’t the kidnapper. I call bullsh*t!

Why in the hell didn’t anyone know Gyeong Shim was missin’ in BS family? In addition, why didn’t anyone know BS was missing for the past few days? I mean with this nut on the prowl you’d think they’d have been out searching, but whatever. I guess.

Why are these gangsters and that fake monk still getting air time?

I liked the scene btwn Bro and Dad talking about Bong Soon. They are lovely characters and I wish they were allowed more relevant screen time.

Funny how Mom decided to be a decent gotdamn parent all of a sudden. Only because her daughter lost her damn powers.

The bullsh*t explanation of Bong Soon being strong as the reason for her neglect as a parent, and her preferential treatment of Bong Gi was hot garbage! Take that mess somewhere else.

You treat your daughter like trash her whole damn life and now you wanna play parent, then proceed to tell her to forget about the powers she was born with? Huh?

And Bong Soon still has not read the books she was given. She looked @ her book, but not the others. Sigh.

MH was finally able to hear the words of love that he needed from BS. It was a lovely scene of them sleeping together on the couch and being so open and vulnerable w/one another.

Their picnic date was charming, though I’m a bit perturbed by the fact that dating only happened in earnest when she lost her powers.

Glad that GD didn’t pass by The Omnipotent Psycho in the lobby. They fought it out for a bit, before an employee security badge was used as a “weapon” to take a hostage and escape to the upper floors. LOL

Ji Soo has great physical presence and energy. I’m really sorry about Jung 2.0. I truly am.

On a shallow note, the makeup artist has over done it from time to time on Hyungsik’s lipstick and bb cream. He looks better when he isn’t so damn airbrushed. He’s a handsome dude w/lovely eyes and it’s distracting to see how much crap they piled on his face.

I also liked his wardrobe throughout the drama. MH is casual, fashion forward and elegant. Casual doesn’t mean sloppy and he symbolizes a young, non traditional corporate CEO well.

The security measures @ AINsoft are suspect. Every single damn door should’ve locked that building down and only manual overrides controlled by security staff should’ve gotten employees out of the bldg.

Where the hell was the Bomb Squad, SWAT, Seoul Police besides GD? Wtf writer?

Why didn’t GD shoot out Psycho’s tires so he couldn’t get away when he absconded with Gyeong Shim to the construction site? Why in the hell would a case be closed when there’s no body?

How many lives does Psycho have? He’s consistently been the smartest dude in the drama keeping multiple steps ahead of everyone.

It was interesting to see Psycho and MH go at it. I mean shouldn’t all that boxing come in handy for something else besides showing a sweaty MH. He is very pretty, but I’m just sayin’.

Poor Sec’y Gong. Looks like the ex Marine got knocked the f*ck out, BS was taken hostage and almost blown to bits w/her Romeo never abandoning her.

I was unmoved by the whole bomb scene and after all the screaming, crying and let’s die together, the “Super Power Girl” track (which I Love), struck an entirely poor note tone wise. Shrug.

We have 2 more episodes left and our Bomber/Kidnapper/Bong Soon Hunter and resident Psycho remains at large.

Jumpin’ Jehosaphats Batman! I wonder what will happen next weekend?

Stay Tuned...

#Kdrama #strong woman do bong soon #random thoughts #2

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