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whoretan · 2 years

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The Hit List | 1

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Summary: The Bangtan Frat is known for its prestige reputation of top GPAs, hosting the hottest most qualified students in the country, and above all: their undefeated list of heartbreaks. What happens when one of the seven ends up drunkenly at your doorstep?

Pairing: Fuckboy!JK, introvert!Reader

Chapters: 1 | 2 |

Genre: Smut (Future), emphasize on the Angst, and Romance

Tags: jeongguk is bad at feelings.

WC: 2.7k

“Did you hear?” Your roommate, Riven, asked as she swung her bookbag onto her bed.

“Heard what?” You turned from the CAD project you’ve been aimlessly staring at the past six, or seven, or eight hours. Said project that’s due in six hours.

Riven paused in her tracks, head inching forward as her mouth flew open, “Kim Taehyung was going around campus saying Dahyun’s pussy smelled like canned tuna.”

You rolled your eyes. “Did he announce this before or after he still decided to fuck her?”

Riven tilted her head, looked at the ceiling for a solid six seconds before shrugging and pulling her iPhone out. Probably to text Taehyung and congratulate him on airing out Dahyun’s personal matters.

Your roommate Riven, much like all the other Bangtan Frat fangirls, didn’t care about whose reputation a particular Bangtan boy ruined. She’d much rather get on their fuckable list, spared reputation or not.

“Seokjin bought Rose the new Dior bag. What a lucky bitch.” Riven turned her phone toward you to reveal a photo of Kim Seokjin’s girlfriend, Rose happily smiling with a mini black handbag wrapped around her shoulder. You leaned forward, squinting to make out the blurry letters that read, ‘Thank you for the gift baby, @K.Seok’.

Apparently, Riven isn’t the only one who didn’t care for her reputation. Last week, your roommate sent you about thirty— maybe sixty texts about how her sorority sister fucked Seokjin in the stairwell of the Bangtan house. Look’s like Christian Dior must’ve been an apology.

You looked up at your starstruck roommate with pursed lips. Riven stared back, then with sudden realization, she rolled her eyes. “Yeah, yeah, he cheated on her. So what? That bag is eight-thousand dollars, that’s my fuckin’ meal plan right there.”

“Remind me again how you’re a neurology student.”

Riven’s touched her chest with an open hand with a dramatic gasp and said, “Wow. I see how it is.” She then fell onto her back with an even more dramatic fall.

You grinned.

Oh fuck.

CAD is still open and as much as you indulged in listening to whatever Bangtan was up to, you’ve completed about forty percent of your model. Your machine, an internal combustion engine had to not only be fully rigged but successfully stress analyzed by nine. You’re going to have to sacrifice dinner, yet again. This was the cost of your procrastination. Goddamnit.

“I have to finish this tonight. Do not bother me with any more of this Bangtan shit.” You turn your chair back to face the dreadful white screen and don’t bother to check if your roommate is sticking her tongue out at you or not.

Five and a half hours later you pressed the shining ‘Submit’ button on Blackboard and turned your PC off with so much ferocity the desktop nearly toppled over.

“Never doing that again,” you groaned, slumping into the chair to allow the back of your neck to press against the soft cushion.

“You literally say that every time,” Riven quipped from her side of the room.

If you had the energy, you would’ve stood up and punched her in the ass. Luckily for Riven, your eyes have drooped sixteen times within the past ten minutes. You decided your chair would replace your bed thirty minutes ago.

“How do I look? Good enough for Kim?”

Fucking hell. You brace your core and groan as you muster up enough strength to swirl your chair around to face your roommate. She did look good— real good.

Riven wore a black above-the-knee dress that had a cutout on both sides of the ribs, it paired nicely with the laced-up black heels she spent twenty minutes trying to position correctly. Whining very fucking loudly.

She’d spent the last hour of your project crying about what she was going to wear to Taehyung’s big birthday bash.

“Which one? The cheater or the pussy police?”

Her nose wrinkled, “You’re so annoying.”

Yeah, it’s definitely the pussy police.

Riven stumbled toward her drawer, rummaging through three drawers before pulling out a neon orange tiny bag. No, seriously, it had to be like two inches max. “Can you even fit anything in there?”

A wicked smile riddled her face and she opened the toy purse, pulling out a matching neon orange wrapper in between her middle and index finger. Of-fucking-course.

“I’m serious. He’s going to lay it down on me tonight.”

“Let’s hope it doesn’t remind him of the tuna.”

You swore she lunged forward, ready to attack you with the mini weapon. But, her phone rang, which happened to be a far more pressing matter. The assault could wait. Riven pressed the phone to her ear with a smile, “Are you here? Yeah, I’m ready, you have the Pink Whitney? Okay. Bye.”

“I’ll get you back for that later. Bye.”

Riven leaped out of the room, neon orange bag and condom disappearing with her.

After nearly crawling your way across the room for thirty minutes, you finally made it to your bed. The problem now was getting on top of it. Your school so generously gave everyone the tallest fucking beds in existence. Tall enough that all of your belongings fit underneath it so they could make the rooms ten times smaller by doing so.

You sat on your ass, glaring at what felt like a sixteen-foot space between you and the mattress. You could, theoretically just fucking get up and with one last surge of energy jump onto it. But, the soft cotton of your fuzzy rug was suddenly hugging your back. Tucking you in, cradling you.

Fuck it, the floor isn’t even that bad. You’ve slept on much worse.

Your head lay flat on the floor, the hardwood never felt softer. Riven left hours ago and you managed to successfully knock out on your chair. That was until you jolted up, sweating out of every crevice of your body, and made eye contact with the cloud of softness. You said bye-bye to the chair and began the voyage to your bed. Clearly, that was not going as expected.

It was too late now to dwell on what could’ve been. Tomorrow, you’ll start anew. Just like every night she partied, Riven won’t be back for two or three days. You’ll have a full day to sleep on your bed without the mention of Bangtan and internal combustion engines.

You turned to your side, the fuzz tickling your chin as you nuzzled into it.

“Kristen! Baby, please open the door.”

The hairs on your arms rose and a fart you hadn’t realized you’d been holding in released into the air. Drunk fucker has the wrong door.

With a shaky breath, you nuzzled into the carpet again.

Not a second later, a bang erupted through your room. “Baby, please. I’m so sorry. I love you.”

Your heart thrashed in your chest. Could you not have one night of peace? One night of tranquility to enjoy your own company? One night to enjoy sleeping on the hard floor?

“Kristen, for fuckssake.” The asshole nearly knocked the fucking door off the wall.

First, you’re going to knock him the hell out. Then, you’ll find out who Kristen is and then knock her out, too.

“Baby, please—“

You jolted upwards and ran to the door so fast you must’ve broken a World Record. Swinging the wooden panel open like a madwoman, you yelled, “Listen asshole, I don’t know who Kristin is and I don’t give a damn. It’s late as hell and some of us actually enjoy sleeping.”

Said asshole leaned against the door frame of your room, tattooed index finger wiggling in the air until it met your lips, “Shhhhh, baby, I said I’m sorry.”

Your throat locked and you nearly laughed at the audacity. Did the fucker really not notice you weren’t his girlfriend?

Said asshole happened to also push himself off the door frame and trudge past you, right into your room as if he’d been in here a million times.

Much like you wanted to before your carpet trapped you, the stranger leaped onto your bed, stomach flopping onto the cushion of your mattress. He muttered something you couldn’t hear as he grabbed your favorite pillow and brought it close to his chest. He was snuggling your Mr. Gummy.

You were going to go to jail for manslaughter. Yeah. This was the end of your girl boss engineering career. Goodbye feminist STEM icon. Hello murderer. All those years of suffering to get into an IVY just for you to murder some tattooed frat boy.

“Babe, I don’t remember your bed smelling this good.” He’d gone into a fetal position, kicking off his— were those Balenciagas? Maybe, just maybe, you’d kill him and then sell his shoes on Poshmark. Maybe.

You rubbed your forehead with the back of your palm, picking up the sweat that had accumulated. You swung your head out of your door, left and right, and then repeat. Empty. Fuck. Fuck, and fuck.

You paced back and forth a few times, biting on the edge of your hand. You can’t pick this behemoth off your bed. One, he’s drunk as hell. Two, he’s… You gazed back at the stranger, somewhere on his voyage to your bed he tossed the black and white flannel he wore to your floor. Leaving him in a tight tank top that left nothing to the imagination.

Who needs that many back muscles? The curvature of the tattooed arm that hugged Mr. Gummy was sculpted by the Greek Gods themselves.

Holy hell. Get a fucking grip.

Okay, so you can’t drag Apollo out of your room.

Plan B it is.

You trudged into your room, taking one last look at the hallway. Should you close the door?

If someone did hypothetically walk past would they think you drugged him? He was slurring his words and hugging your favorite bear while you paced back and forth like you happened to “accidentally” slip something into his protein shake.

You closed the door.

You needed to call Riven. You could care less that she was at the beginning of her three-day rager, you weren’t going to wait till the next morning when Apollo would wake up and start accusing you of sexually assaulting him.

You slowly walked toward your desk, making sure to avoid the panels on the floor that creased every time someone stepped on them. Empty. You pushed your chair back to see if it happened to fall earlier. Empty.

The air stilled, and you shook your head. No. No. He was laying on it.

You chucked the fucking thing on your bed after deciding to finally start your project. You had to call Riven. There was no other choice but to tell someone. And given the fact that your contact list included your parents and Riven, she’s looking like the most optimal candidate.

As silently as you could, you tip-toed toward your bed and did a quick examination. Near his head? Nope. Mr. Gummy? Nope. Legs? Nope. Ass?

Yeah.

Maybe you would go to jail after all, for fucking assault.

You better get an A on that fucking project.

You took a step forward, awkwardly climbing the edge of your bed to get closer to your phone. Which was nicely tucked right under Apollo’s sculpted ass. Your camera barely peeking out as if it was taunting you.

Shit. How are you going to pull it out?

Your face contorted as you inched closer to the stranger, thumb and middle finger clutching the edges of your phone and lightly tugging backward. Apollo huffed out a groan. Dear god.

It’s not budging.

In and out. Breathe.

You tugged again.

Something thudded against the floor.

Your eyes left Apollo’s ass and gazed to the floor where your Mr. Gummy lay sacrificed to the floor demons. Uh oh.

You turned back to Apollo when your eyes locked with his. His very open eyes.

He was smiling.

“Baby I didn’t know you were into ass-play.”

You stared. Couldn’t muster enough energy to do anything else but stare. Stare at the face of the beautiful drunk idiot in front of you. Emphasize on the beautiful.

The idiot had a pretty and playful smile riddling his face. Kristen must be a lucky girl. Not lucky enough, though. How drunk did someone have to be to not recognize their girlfriend?

“C’mere,” he grabbed your arm, pulling you to your side as if you weighed nothing. A heavy hand locked around your waist and began rubbing circles on your stomach.

“Missed you, n’ I’m sorry baby,” he slurred into your ear. His voice was much lower now.

Kristen, I’m so sorry.

The words shot straight to your pussy. You hadn’t been touched in nine months. Sue me. A hot fucking guy was rubbing your lower stomach while he told you— his girlfriend he missed her.

You need your phone. Pronto.

“Listen— I” You raised a clammy hand to lift Apollo’s, attempting to wrap your fingers around his wrist to lift it.

“You’re so touchy tonight,” he intertwined your fingers.

What the fuck are you supposed to do? You inched your back further into the stranger in an attempt to shrug him off of you.

Apollo thought otherwise. Bucking his hips forward until you felt it.

FUCK.

You’ll wake up with blue balls and a warrant.

“I’m really tired,” you squirmed against the death grip around your waist.

Just pretend it’s not there. You do not feel anything. Just rock hard abs. Abs and his—

“G’to bed baby. I’ll make it up- make it up to you n’ the morning.” Apollo lifted himself to place one last slobbery kiss against your cheek.

Two minutes later Apollo’s light snores vibrated against the back of your neck, warm breath caressing your skin. You wouldn’t be able to move him off you. You have no clue where your phone is. His ass could very well have fully consumed it at this point.

With a sigh, you closed your eyes, pretended there wasn’t a stranger sleeping in your bed, and prayed that you wouldn’t end up in jail before noon.

“OH MY GOD! WHAT THE HELL!”

Are you being robbed? Is someone being murdered? You jolted upwards to see Riven staring at you with an open mouth.

You shook your head. What’s her problem?

She pointed to your bed and you turned your body to the side. Oh.

Oh.

Apollo was rapidly blinking, brows furrowing as he was most likely realizing you were not Kristen.

You laughed nervously, hands flailing in front of you. “It’s not what it looks like.”

“Why is Jeon Jeongguk in your bed?”

Jeon Jeongguk? The same Bangtan Frat Jeon Jeongguk? No way.

This Jeongguk cuddled Mr. Gummy half of the night before opting to trap you in the bed with him. There was no chance that this was the same Jeon Jeongguk that partied seven days a week and had laid about the entire student population.

Apollo— Jeongguk groaned beside you, hands rubbing his face. “Kristen’s going to kill me.” He mumbled underneath his breath.

“No, we— we didn’t. We.” You pointed to Jeongguk who tilted his head with a grin.

“Listen, sweetheart, I’m sure it was the time of your life, but this was a one-time thing.”

Your eyes bulged out of their sockets. Was he serious? Did he think you two? And he was okay with it? Now, this fits the description perfectly of the narcissistic asshole Jeon Jeongguk you expected him to be.

Your face was warm. “We did not have sex. He came in here drunk off his ass screaming about his girlfriend.”

By the time the word 'girlfriend' left your mouth, Jeon Jeongguk had already jumped off your bed, picked up his flannel, and was halfway down the hallway. Probably to see the real Kristen.

What an arrogant little prick. Your muscles quivered, you were going to strangle him. That is if you ever see him again.

“How long have you and Jeongguk been seeing each other?” The empty spot beside you filled. “Is that why you hated talking about Bangtan?”

“Riven, you have five seconds to get off of my bed before I strangle you.”

#jungkook fanfic #jungkook x you #jungkook x reader #bts fanfic #bts x reader #bts x you #jungkook fuckboy #jeon jungkook fanfic #jungkook fic rec #jungkook is an asshole #slow burn #jungkook college au #jungkook au #jungkook imagine #jungkook playboy au #jungkook fuckboy au #The Hit List

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beepbeepdespair · 2 years

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I JUST GOT G NOTED BY THE HIT LIST???

#the hit list #mcr #welcome to the black parade #my chemical romance #black parade #wttbp #g note

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revengineer-tak · 2 years

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Hello Tak.

Now, I know we never got along well, but it doesn't mean I shouldn't help you.

Tilly, your daughter, is in danger, you are as well, and I have reason to believe @tak-e-over is planning to control my Gaz.

stay safe

I've been made aware of the issue and are taking precautions.

#txt #ask #survivor-zim #the hit list #z0mbeebranez

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madnessofmen · 9 months

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me and the mutuals

#wilfred owen #siegfried sassoon #robert graves #ivor novello #noel coward #updating the list #there's so many guys #hit posts

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inkskinned · 9 months

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you're in the habit of denying yourself things.

if someone asked you directly, you would say that you love a little treat. you like iced coffee and getting the cookie. you drink juice out of a fancy cup sometimes, and often do use your candles until they gutter out helplessly.

but you hesitate about buying the 20 dollar hand mixer because, like. you could just use your arms. you weren't raised rich. you don't get to just spend the 20 dollars (remember when that could cover lunch?), at least - you don't spend that without agonizing over it first, trying to figure out the cost-benefits like you are defending yourself in front of a jury. yes, this rice cooker could seriously help you. but you do know how to make stovetop rice and it really isn't that hard. how many pies or brownies would you actually make, in order to make that hand mixer worthwhile?

what's wild is that if the money was for a friend, it would already be spent. you'd fork over 40 without blinking an eye, just to make them happy. the difference is that it's for you, so you need to justify it.

and it sneaks in. you ration yourself without meaning to - you don't finish the pint of ice cream, even though you want to. the next time you go to the store, you say ah, i really shouldn't, and then you walk away. you save little bits of your precious things - just in case. sometimes you even go so far as putting that one thing in your shopping cart. and then just leaving it there, because maybe-one-day, but not right now, there's other stuff going on.

you do self-care, of course. but you don't do it more than like, 3 days in a row. after that it just feels a little bit over-the-edge. like. you can't live in decadence, the economy is so bad right now, kid.

so you don't buy the rice cooker. you can-and-will spend the time over the stove. you can withstand the little sorrows. denial and discipline are practically synonyms. and you're not spoiled.

it's just - it's not always a rice cooker. sometimes it is a person or a job or a hug. sometimes it is asking for help. sometimes it is the summer and your college degree. sometimes it is looking down at scabbed knees and feeling a strange kind of falling, like you can't even recognize the girl you used to be. sometimes it is your handprint looking unsteady.

sometimes it is tuesday, and you didn't get fired, and you want to celebrate. but what is it you like, even? you search around your little heart and come up empty. you're so used to denying that all your desires draw a blank.

oh fuck. see, this is the perfect opportunity. if you had a mixer, you'd make a cake.

#warm up #this isn't good #writeblr #this is complicated by the fact i can't stand up too long or i fuckken pass out and <3 hit my damn head <3 #but i did take a deep breath and buy myself the stupid rice cooker #and!!! a very cheap sushi kit!!! i have been wanting to try making sushi for literally YEARS #the kit was only like 15 dollars!!!! and i haven't purchased it bc?!!??!?!?!?!!?#..... i didn't get the mixer tho that felt. like a lot. like too much.#on my list is a kitchenaid. one day when i get a check and i have paid off my student debt #and medical debt #i will put that first little bit of cash #into a kitchenaid 5qt stand mixer (with attachments)#i really do just go into their refurbished section and stare lustily at each option #but yeah i feel guilty about the rice cooker even tho i know for a fact this damn thing is gonna be a lifesaver #oh shit also fuck i forgot to mention . poached eggs

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myhughniverse · 10 months

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Kylie Minogue - via social media - "Check out ❤️Padam Padam❤️on YouTubeMusic The Hit List!"

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#Kylie Minogue #Padam Padam #youtubemusic #The Hit List #The One and Only Kylie #Youtube

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adobe-outdesign · 1 year

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speaking of Miss Piggy and the queer community I want to share one of my favorite quotes of hers

#muppets #the muppets #miss piggy #queer #gay #outdesign posts things #also be sure sure to click on the article I linked in the source there are so many good queer muppet things listed there #greatest hits

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tanglepelt · 11 days

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Dpxdc 180

Did Danny abuse the fact the GIW needed his parents tech. Yes of course. Danny not phantom seemed to be the trouble maker as of late. His parent threatened to withhold tech and blue prints from them if the GIW touched their kids.

Did he get caught breaking ember and boxy out of a government facility? yes. He expected the lecture he got.

The next jail break. It was not him. It was sam, Then the third. Also not him. That was Val… then it was Tucker. But not him.

The blame fell on him.

He did not expect to be shipped out of state. The GIW were happy to cover all costs. Even got him into a decent highschool. And had an apartment all arranged.

Gotham?

Not where he was expecting.

The assassination attempts. Also surprising.

Not so surprising. Tucker found out the GIW wanted to “silence” him. Offering a lot of money.

Of course his parents don’t listen. He is 15 perfectly fine to be all alone. Even if he is near some place with the nickname crime alley. Nope. He is just being dramatic. They tell him no one wants him dead.

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seasicksilver · 2 months

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reading the Iliad is an experience

#help how do i tag this #greek mythology #athena #ares #zeus #the iliad #genuinely this is untaggable #fan art #artists on tumblr #digital art #sketch #doodle #my art #the autism is winning. on book 11 of the iliad boys #i love how reading the iliad book 1 is like 'ok this isnt bad at all' then BOOM book 2 hits you with the biggest list of characters EVER #like oh okay this is what we're doing

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heavenlyyshecomes · 5 months

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"Publishers for Palestine is a global collective of publishers, and others who work in publishing around the world, who stand for justice, freedom of expression, and the power of the written word.

Join us for an international #ReadPalestine week, starting Wednesday, November 29, on the International Day of Solidarity with the Palestinian People. During this week, we encourage people around the world to read fiction and poetry by Palestinian and Palestinian diaspora authors, as well as nonfiction about Palestinian history, politics, arts, culture, and life, as well as books about organizing, resistance, and solidarity for a Free Palestine.

To encourage the spread of #ReadPalestine, signatories of the Publishers for Palestine letter of solidarity have organized a Free Palestine Reading List. Participating publishers are offering one of their e-book titles for free download from November 29 to December 5; all titles are available through this website. There are currently more than thirty books on the list in nine languages, including a half-dozen award winners, with more coming in.

We also encourage readers to post on social media about their favorite Palestine books, to quote from their favorite authors, and to make learning more about Palestine an act of solidarity, using the hashtags #ReadPalestine, #LirelaPalestine, #اقرأ_فلسطين, and more. Participating indie bookstores and libraries are invited to join us by creating Read Palestine displays, social media posts, and other forms of creative solidarity."

#readpalestine #publishers for palestine #palestine #reading list #free resources #mine #ref #ref: mine #the hits

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whoretan · 2 years

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The Hit List Masterlist

Pairing: Fuckboy!JK, introvert!Reader

Genre: Smut (Future), emphasize on the Angst, and Romance

Chapter One

Summary: A stranger ends up drunkenly at your doorstep. Your plan to kick him out does not go as planned.

WC: 2.7k

Read here.

Chapter Two

Summary: You've spent the week avoiding Riven like a plague. And as it happens to turn out, Jeongguk isn't quite done with you, just yet.

WC: 1.8k

Read here.

Taglist: @freyaniobe @miwsowtaes @rjsmochii @3greasy-shirt3 @christiandosworld @drinkingbloodinthe-darkness @nadzzzblog @sweetempathprunetree @i-dont-give-a-fok @danielle736 @miss-jupiter @kokoandkookie @chiachia

#The Hit List

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cryptcatz · 2 years

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found an old google doc i made of my favorite bat species. you should suggest more species for my list pls

ID:

A post describing 6 types of bats as follows:

Northern Ghost bat

Angry face

Primarily eats moths and apparently likes to sing while doing so. Fuckin superb you funky little ghost bat

Desert long-eared bat

What's he so happy about???

Apparently they get scorpion stings to the face a lot but it's okay because they just don't care and swoop down to eat them whole (stinger and poison sack included) off the ground anyways

So actually he's probably happy about all the scorpion murder he commits

Pallid bat

Ears

Greater false vampire bat

Can apparently eat like anything. Bugs? Yes. Frogs? Yes. Birds? You bet.

Like straight up cannibalizes bats smaller than it.

Kind of a killing machine overall really

Wrinkle faced bats

Ugly but full of love

has a flap of skin they use as a facemask when they nap. Fancy.

Their weird skull structure lets them eat a wider range of food than most other bats. So that's rad.

Frog eating bat.

They eat frogs

Fun at parties. Always brings fun food (frogs)

End ID.

(thank you @friendlybat for the ID!!)

#obviously it isn’t particularly informative mostly just a list of species to do further research on etc #bats #animals #cute bats #northern ghost bat #long eared bar #pallid bat #vampire bat #vampire bats #this is just a preview the actual list is longer #i like making lists. lol #especially of stuff i like #like animals #personal #am considering making a list like this for bugs birds etc #i kiiinda have some half done ones #hits i guess

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sableeira · 1 year

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sure ango may have betrayed every organization under the sun but tachihara put in the effort to build up the perfect stereotypical gangstersona and act his silly little heart out for the perfect plot twist so we all know who deserves the award for best port mafia betrayal

#ango should have created a gangstersona too… it would have been a bit more spicy #although I do admit that not knowing where ango’s loyalty lies does make the betrayals in dark era good #but I guess similar things apply to Tachihara too which is why chapter 77 hits so good #Rimbaud gets third place for pm betrayals ig I like that his motives are about gay love but otherwise it’s just an okay betrayal #dazai isn’t even on the list because no one except Chuuya seems to count his defection as betrayal lol #I giggled so much during the episode because Tachihara was so dramatic throughout the episode ^_^ he is so funny #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #bsd season 4 #tachihara michizou #bsd tachihara #ango sakaguchi #bsd ango

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shatouto · 7 months

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i did a dumb friendly fire and blew off nearly half of astarion's hp (i'm so sorry astarion)

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 tav #astarion #shadowheart #gale of waterdeep #so what really happened was that: i was supposed to click on astarion in the turn list #except i accidentally clicked on his profile pic. while my spell was still engaged #so.... i hit him. critically #wow guys it's been a few days since i posted this and LMAOO i'm happy to hear i'm not alone #we're all dumdums together eh #thank u for your tags i have great fun reading them #oc: lorame

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bakubunny · 4 months

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daddy katsuki x bunny reader drabble. it’s longer than i expected it to be, but it’s been on my mind for a little while now. i’m still very new to piss play and i’ve never written pet play so? here’s smth new ig. idk. >.< have some daddy kats food. i’ll see you with the next one. ♡

this lovely little fic by @neon-gothicc came to mind when i went back for some editing, so i wanted to share it!

tw: f!reader, aged up characters, daddy kink, heavy pet play, piss play, d/s dynamics, olfactophilia, sex toys, humiliation, pet names: sweetie, bunny, baby bunny, little bun, etc., katsuki swears a lot (ig), being a top pro hero means a top tier private office, sry this one’s out there

thinkin abt daddy katsuki and his pretty pet he’s trained so well…. don’t be mistaken, you’re still a dumb bunny, you can’t do that much, being one so easily bored or distracted. but you’re obedient; he knows how how much his baby bun just wants to be good and please him.

instead of being on patrol, it’s a slow day in the office for him, and you’re lucky enough to be kneeling by his side. he’s been exceptionally generous today, giving you a soft princess pillow for your knees and kneeling stool to keep you comfortable as long as possible. your head is resting on his thigh as he types away, his hand drifting down to pet your head occasionally.

there was, however, one issue that had a cold sweat forming on your back. katsuki had you drinking water all morning with not a single chance to relieve yourself. you nudged his thigh with your nose. he looked down to see your pleading eyes.

“i told ya, after this report, daddy can take you to go potty. not til then,” he said.

the slightest whine left your throat.

“keep it up, and you’ll wait longer, bun.”

katsuki pushed his chair back. he gave a sweeping motion of two fingers toward the open space. you left the comfort of your stool and crawled under his desk. he pulled himself back in, legs spread.

“rest.”

despite the discomfort filling your body, you obeyed, fingers curling tightly around the hem of the short skirt flowing down from your waist, the bottoms of your feet pressing into the fat of your bare ass. you nuzzled your face into katsuki’s soft, warm bulge, resting in the space he created. even through his pants, his scent was overwhelming, intoxicating as you breathed him in. he watched your eyes roll and flutter shut as he reached down to pet your head.

“‘s a good girl. gimme just a little more time,” he said. “n’ don’t you dare make a mess on this damn floor. you’ll regret it.”

you nearly jolted as the vibrator he’d left in your cunt that morning turned on again. another whimper escaped your lips. but katsuki was gracious.

“what did i just say, hmm? you can wait.”

your body felt so full as your head swirled with pleasure, spinning from the pressure of the vibrator inside and the fight you had with your body to keep from relieving yourself. after what felt like ages but was really only ten minutes, katsuki closed his laptop and pulled back once more, met with the same sad, glossy eyes.

“don’t look so pathetic. you’re fine. ass up,” he said.

not one to hesitate with release in sight, you crawled out and put your ass in the air, face pressed into the pillow before you as your skirt fell forward, exposing yourself fully to him. katsuki administered a few painful smacks to your ass as your toes curled, and you swallowed hard. you mewled as he pulled out the slick covered vibrator and dropped it by your face, a string of arousal clinging to it before it hit the pillow. your cheeks grew hot.

“tch. can’t tell if you need to piss or cum.” katsuki slid two fingers into your heat.

you bit back a cry as he fingered your cunt hard, feeling you clench around him erratically.

“‘s this what ya really wanted? want me to make you cum?” he asked.

the rough pad of katsuki’s fingers rubbed circles into your aching clit. a small trickle of piss escaped as your orgasm drew closer.

katsuki gave your ass a harsh smack. “what did i fuckin’ say about makin’ a mess on the floor, huh? answer me.”

“daddy i'm sorry, i needa go so bad,” you cried. “please, i wanna be good.”

“cum without pissin’ everywhere n’ maybe you can be,” he sneered.

tears streamed across your face. a quiet moan slipped from you as katsuki’s fingers curled a little more. a shudder ran down your spine.

“you can do it, show me you can be a good girl,” he continued. you could hear the smirk in his tone. “i’ll even walk ya to the litter box n’ hold your hand.”

heat flooded your face. you whimpered. your legs shook when his thick, callous fingers pumped deep into your cunt as his pace increased.

“c’mon baby bunny, cum for me. cum on daddy’s hand. lemme see you fall apart,” katsuki said softly.

your mouth fell open in a pant as you clenched hard around his fingers, orgasm washing over your body in wave after wave with his encouragement.

"that's it, such good girl..." he cooed as he carried you through your climax. "fuck, you're so pretty when you cum, little bun."

katsuki pulled his hand from you, sucking his fingers clean with a small groan. "tch. you’re fuckin' lucky i got shit to get done today, or i'd be throwin' ya on that couch."

as the pressure in your bladder grew once more, you shifted uncomfortably.

"fine, fine." he gave you a playful swat on the ass. "go on."

you crawled across the floor of his office as katsuki trailed behind you, staring at your body on display, to an oversized, lined litter box next to his office bathroom. you looked back at him hesitantly.

"hop in. ya can't piss on the floor," katsuki said with a smirk.

you got in and faced him in a squat, body exposed. as promised, he knelt down and held your hands with a grin as your cheeks burned hot all over again.

"'s okay, sweetie. you can let go." he gave you a kiss on the hand, then on the knee. "you're doin' so well. let daddy see."

you willed your body to relax. relief hit as your warm stream hit the plastic beneath you. katsuki groaned as he watched and gave you a kiss on the forehead.

"that's my girl... my good little bunny."

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