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The first relationship thing with bi Jungkook... I could only imagine him getting a little anxious about boyfriend things because now he is indeed A boyfriend, I see his google search history with shit like "how do boyfriends deal with periods?". The duality of being a fuckboy but a relationship virgin just gives me it đđ»đ
For real đđ âdate ideasâ âhow to tell if your gf is mad at you or just busyâ
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Today, November 20th, is the Black Conscience Day in Brazil, because it's the anniversary of the decree that ended slavery here.
Last night, November 19th, 2020, a black man was beaten to death by 3 security guards at a supermarket. There were multiple witnesses who couldn't do anything, because staff stopped them.
It's not even the first black man death/torture in that supermarket chain.
His name was Alberto Silveira Freitas, from Porto Alegre, Brazil.
Good fucking morning.
Say his name.
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Justice for JoĂŁo Alberto Silveira Freitas
November 20, 2020 (sources in English & Portuguese) (TW: the Portuguese article contains video footage of the murder)
JoĂŁo Alberto Silveira Freitas was murdered by two security guards (one an off-duty police officer) in Brazil late Thursday. He died on a Brazilian national holiday for Black Consciousness and Awareness, Dia da ConsciĂȘncia Negra.
The horrifying video shows the guards brutalizing JoĂŁo Alberto Silveira Freitas as he cries out, bloody, and forcefully brought to the ground. Emergency responders failed to resuscitate him. Itâs the exact same horror as George Floyd.Â
Black Brazilians bear the brunt of police violence. Just last year, more than 75 percent of the 5,800 people killed by police were Black.Â
We cannot be silent about JoĂŁo Alberto Silveira Freitasâs massacre and injustice.Â
All Black lives matter. Brazilian Black lives matter âđœâđŸâđż
Justice for JoĂŁo Alberto Silveira Freitas
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I'm nasty
i really didnât need know what his fingers look like wet đ
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EGO IS AMAZING!!!! if you ever feel like dojng part 2 I would be blessed
THANK YOU!!! and i donât have plans at the moment but who knows if/when inspiration will strike~
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this has so many reader x yoongi vibes
Hades: Oh come on I wasnt that drunk
Persephone: You tried to color my face with a highlighter because you said I was important
Hades, on the verge of tears: YOU ARE
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novocaine || (M)
âł PART OF MY REWIND SERIES
Going home was hard â painful even. But falling back in love with Jimin, the boy you left behind? Downright gut-wretching.
pairing: punk!jimin x reader
word count:Â 9.3k
genre: 1990s au, exes au, angst, eventual smut
warnings: 90s slang, VOMIT MENTION (nothing graphic), alcohol, oc has dead parents :c, mention of a house fire
A/N: YEAH BOI ITS ANOTHER SERIES!!! thank you to @ezralia-writes @gukyiâ @wwillowwâ for letting me use their likeness!
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PART ONE
âHello?â
Your cautious knock against the open front door rang out through the old victorian era home.
Your grandmother had always left her front door cracked open for as long as you could remember â youâd imagine to some that might have been strange, but in a town as small as yours, that was just the way it went. Neighbors knew each other intimately, their parents and their parentsâ parents having grown up together for as long as memory could stretch back.
From peaking inside, you could tell not much had changed about your grandmotherâs home from when you left town. The same green floral wallpaper was stretching across the living room that you had grown up with. You remembered how you used to run down the halls playing pretend, the walls serving as a forest of green and white columns serving as trees for every one of your adventures.
How far you dreamed of traveling even at a young age, wanting more than your small town could offer.
âCome in, darling! Iâll be out in a moment,â You heard the familiar voice call out from somewhere in the kitchen, an ache in your chest echoing.
Clutching at the strap over your shoulder, you reentered your childhood home for the first time in years, holding your breath as if a sudden exhale would send it crumbling down on top of you.
âHow can I helpââ
You watched as your grandmother made her way into the living room, her friendly smile dropping the moment she laid eyes on you. For a moment, no one said a word, the two family members standing across from each other silently, neither wanting to be the first to speak.
It was you, ultimately, who broke the silence.
âIâm sorry.â You began, eyes welling as they mirrored your grandmotherâs.
âHow could you?â She breathed, disbelief dripping off of every word.
Seguir leyendo
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was tagged by @junghelioseok and first of all i gotta say omg omg omg atla omg omg omg im so excited (and also thank you for tagging me in this)
honk honk iâve been so busy lately so i havenât written much but!!!
fic: try me // namjoon
first line:Â âSo, youâre telling me youâve never dated anyone before?â Namjoon asks with his eyebrows furrowed and his jaw hanging open, almost like he couldnât believe what he had just heard.Â
last line:Â âWeâll give you anything you want. Full scholarship, the works, everything.â
âI justââ Namjoon hesitates, scratching his neck.
âJust tell us what you want.â
âI need you to⊠ummâŠâ He mumbles, licking his lips. âI need you to see this girl at my school play rugby.â He finally blurts out.
Oh god. He was that guy.
âGirlfriend?â The scout asks, almost sighing. Heâs had it up to here with people trying to get their sub-par friends into the same college.
âNo,â Namjoon laughs. God, no. You didnât even know he existed, he thinks.Â
- i know itâs more than one line and im cheating butâŠâŠ. yes.
fic: sweet saccharine // jungkook
first line: âMr. Jeon! Mr. Jeon! Please, god, you have to wake up!â The man begs from the front seat, looking back at the CEO thatâs slumped in his seat.
last line: âYou think I wonât do it? I wonât kill you?â He laughs hand pressed to your throat, trapping you against the wall.Â
tagging: people i found on the bts fic hub server!! haha do it only if you want to :D @hxseok-honee @sugarkinky @thatmultifandomhoe @oteaseven @oureuphoria @kookoosbunnynose @absoluteyoongit
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[!] NOVOCAINE Sunday @ 11pm EST
a 1990s au in which punk!jimin got his heart broken by you and is hard pressed on never forgiving you⊠until the day you show up unannounced four years later.
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