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anonymous asked:

I feel like the Delphine character deserves so much more than this lesbian drama. I think they wasted a huge potencial there. Why would she go to the house of Cosima's new girl? :/ Just to demand Cosima that urine sample. Couldnt it wait a few hours until she is at Dyad. Cant Delphine fire Cosima to scare her because she is so irresponsable. I feel frustated. This ks not what I expected from Delphine and Cosima. Both are being so dumb

Yeah I mean Delphine definitely could’ve sent Scott or someone else, or waited for Cosima to show up at work, but also she is trying to do her best to stay on top of everything and save Cosima’s life. I don’t think she would ever fire Cosima because that would distance her even more from her protection.

They are both just dealing with a lot and both making a lot of hard decisions that are tied into a lot of emotions, and sometimes in those situations people don’t always make the best choices. That’s what makes them human.

Tagged by my darling sestra betweentwoceremonials 

Using only song names from one artist/band, cleverly answer these questions. Pass it on to 10 people. Try not to repeat a song title. It’s harder than you think! jslajdlsajdlaja

Pick your Artist/Band: The Fray

Are you a male or female: She Is

Describe yourself: Absolute (HAH)

How do you feel:  Over My Head

Describe where you currently live:  Little House

If you could go anywhere, where would you go? Vienna

Your favorite form of transportation: Run For Your Life

Your best friend is: Syndicate

You and your best friends are: Where The Story Ends (don’t ask)

What’s the weather like: 48 To Go (technically it’s 40C in some areas)

Favorite time of day:  Ungodly Hour 

If your life was a TV show, what would the title be?: Hundred (HAHAHAHAH adikkkkkk)

What is life to you: Enough For Now :’)

Your Relationship:  I Can Barely Say

Your fear:  You Found Me (i got a stalker okay?)

tagging: fanbingbings guysinvnecks adrmaloud awaybacktothen 

Evolution of MMFD Promo Stills

Series 1: When I was innocent and thought “Oh, this show looks interesting. Maybe I should just watch one episode”. 

Series 2: When I was on the edge of my seat eagerly waiting for the premiere and thinking, “Things were just getting good, now they’re finally going to get AMAZING.”  (oh sweet summer child, if only I could go back and warn you about where those 6 hours would lead)

Series 3 (final): When I am battening down the hatches and preparing for anything and everything (check out stoic Izzy!)

Bring it on. I survived S2E5 Inappropriate Adult, I’m ready for whatever may come. I will analyze, interpret, and fanfic the daylights out of your best shot, George. Let’s do this. 

The Best

Lay scenario with a bit of a twist. Basically inspired by the picture below! In this fic they have nothing to do with exo, though there is a few cameo’s for some members ;) I’m sorry if there are any errors. I’ll go through it again eventually but I’ve legit been up for 26 hours so yeaaaaaaaaaaaaah. Feedback is awesome!! Thanks everyone for reading, enjoy! XX


               Zhang Yixing; a man most debonair and compassionate to boot. Handsome and suave, he could make any woman swoon, perhaps without even meaning to. The physique of this man even caused men whom were straight as a ruler to take a second look and admire him. Never rude, he always strived to make everyone smile, his innocence only attributing to this. He was no idiot, though at times you could forget that had the mind of a genius; precise and calculating. Though he had made billions, he could be confused by the slightest detail. His doe eyes would widen guilelessly and cloud over with confusion; only to shape into heart-warming crescent moons when the answer was presented to him. Yet this man who had just yesterday poured juice into his breakfast by mistake, who had brought a box of kittens into the office that he’d found on the street, who sometimes didn’t even know how to take a social cue had somehow managed to build an empire which generated billions of dollars. Honest to a fault, though shrouded in mystery, Yixing had built his company out of nothing. No one knew where he from or how he came to be the powerful man he is now; they only knew that he was a force to be reckoned with. He had the face of a model, the heart of a saint, and the business sense to match that of the world’s finest moguls.  He strove to be the best and he was; the best looking, the best giver, the best entrepreneur. Simply, the best; and he was yours.

               When the chance to intern at the Zhang Yixing’s, or Lay as he was widely known, had cropped up, you immediately jumped at the chance. Stories were all you had heard about the man, piquing your curiosity from day one, and you were determined to see if there was any smoke to the fire. People talked; they said he was only a front for the company, that he was a mindless airhead who got lucky, but also that he was dangerous. Dangerous? You had thought upon seeing him for the first time, doodling on a piece of paper in the middle of a company meeting. There’s no way. He was the perfect boss, concerned with everyone’s affairs and always thoughtful. You needed a day off? No problem. You messed up on the report? Don’t sweat it! It was your birthday? Well, here’s a three tier cake to celebrate and a piece of jewelry just because. No one hated Lay, well except for his competitors, that is. You could still remember the first time his eyes caught yours; he had glanced up when you placed his coffee in front of him, beginning to say thank you but trailing off as his orbs raked up your body. He had looked at you dazed for a moment and then—then he smiled. Everything had started from there.

               Months passed as you ran various errands as a dutiful intern, stealing a glance at your boss whenever you had the chance, to find that he was doing the same. You watched as he made deals, spoke about the future, and spilled coffee down his shirt for the fiftieth time. From afar, you observed as he brushed off girls, never giving them the time of day but never letting them know he was blowing them off, letting sweetness be his ally. Admiring him from afar, you never got close enough to have a real conversation, though your heart throbbed and scratched at your ribcage whenever you saw the familiar slant of his shoulders arriving through the office doors, until a very special Tuesday afternoon when that all changed.

               He had been in the break room, which was rare as he usually took meals in his office so as to not be disturbed. A missing file had brought him to the room, searching for an employee when he was stopped by a co-worker, female at that. Well-endowed with terrible timing and a horrid lack of tact, you stumbled across the pair, just as she began to announce her undying love for the man. You wouldn’t have lingered if it weren’t for the way she refused to take no for an answer, pulling out every excuse in the book. Eventually though, he succeeded in his rejection.

               “I feel terrible, Sooyoung, I would love to go out with you but unfortunately, I have someone who is very ill in my life right now who needs all my attention and care.” He had said, looking as sincere as ever. “Don’t get me wrong though, you are beautiful and a lovely person. One day— perhaps one day when I’m not burdened by this, I’ll take you up on that offer, okay?”

               “Ah, I’m so sorry, Mr.Zhang. I didn’t realize.” She stared up at him with glistening eyes and you couldn’t help but think, she seriously believes this? “You’re such a kind man.”

               “Thank you,” his head dipped at the compliment, a warm smile gracing his lips. While you stood there fish eyed, seeming unnoticed by the two.

               When the woman finally gave a short nod and walked off with just the right amount of torment and hope, you muttered under your breath, “Wow.”

              Yixings head snapped to the side, still maintaining his façade, though upon seeing who was standing before him he relaxed, slumping his shoulders and breathing out a sigh of relief. “You saw all that?”

               “I gotta say, boss. You’re good.” You commented, crossing your arms and leaning against the counter of the mini kitchenette.

              “Thanks, but it’s not something I enjoy doing.” He said wistfully, staring off in the direction Sooyoung had went.

               The room grew quiet for a moment as his eyes turned to you, catching you in a game of staring when finally, curiosity had gotten the better of you and you blurted, “So, who’s ill?”

               You remember the way he had looked at you, started by your question, but impressed that you were brave enough to call him on his bullshit. For a brief moment, the honourable air that always seemed to follow him around faltered and his lips dropped into a smirk. Scratching the back of his neck, he answered honestly, “My cat.”

               The encounter had broken the ice between the two of you and left both of you open to one another. Soon enough you found yourself lingering in his office after delivering a coffee, having hushed conversations behind people’s backs and sharing simple touches. Tension seemed to build between you like a bubble, bound to pop. When it finally burst, there was no sweet first date or holding hands. There was only sex; sinful, wonderful, passionate sex. When people began to wonder why you were being called into his office so much, you knew you had to be more discrete. In time, there was almost no room in the building in the room which had been left untouched by the two of you. You could just imagine the other employee’s faces if they ever found out and admittedly, you took pleasure in knowing that the table they sat at had been close to breaking only one day before from your exertions. However, as time passed, you began to crave more and Yixing was happy to deliver. The time you spent together after pleasuring one another grew longer and longer. Lay was an excellent listener, but was an expert at diverting the conversation from him. Perhaps he liked being mysterious, or maybe he didn’t think that his life was all that interesting; you weren’t sure. What you did know of him was very little, and when he did choose to share a piece of information, you treasured it, even if it was only a story from his childhood. You fell for the man whole heartedly, which didn’t come as a surprise to you; was it possible not to?

               Today was no different than any other. You zoomed around the office, doing everyone’s petty tasks and receiving no thanks for it. Though, this didn’t bother you. They treated you well enough and you could always look forward to Yixing giving you a “present” of sorts if he saw you working hard enough. Speaking of, you heard his sultry voice call out to you from the side of the main work room, which was really a giant office space of cubicles. Lifting your head from the desk you had just placed some papers on, your heart warmed when you saw his soft expression beckoning you over as he headed to the conference room. Your heart thrummed in your chest as you shuffled toward him, wondering what corner of the building he would take you to this time. Despite the anticipation you felt, your expression remained skillfully bored for others to see.

               “Yes, boss?” You asked when you reached him.

               “Can you bring me a water?” The anticipation in you dropped like a dead weight; that was not exactly what you had been expecting. “In the conference room, please?”

              Nodding, you mumbled, “You called me over to actually work?”

               His lips twitched, daring to expose your act as he looked around him. Checking for people watching, he leaned in close to your ear to whisper, “Don’t be such a whiner.” You yelped quietly as his hand tapped against you bottom in a light slap, chuckling as he walked away and leaving you a flustered mess as you stared after him.

               “Y/N!” Yixing had long since disappeared from the room when you heard someone call out your name.

               “Yes!” Turning on your heel, you had expected to see a co-worker, probably asking you to do something else, only to see your best friend standing before you.



               “Baekhyun!” You squealed as the man beside you snatched a piece of pork off of your plate.

               “What?” He grinned with overstuffed cheeks. “It’s not my fault you eat so slowly.”

               “More like you eat abnormally fast.” Squinting your eyes at him, you motioned to his plate and carried on, “We just sat down and you’re already finished and I’m the weird one? I don’t think so.”

               “Yeah, yeah. Just be quiet and eat.” He chuckled beside you. Deeming yourself the winner, you beamed at him before resuming digging in to your food. “So, still screwing your boss?”

               Choking on your food at his frankness, you slammed your fist against your chest in an attempt to dislodge a piece of meat, sending Baekhyun in hysterics. Frantically, you gulped down a few mouthfuls of water before punching your best friend on the arm, enjoying the way that he flinched while your cheeks became painted by a light blush. “Yah! Will you shut up?!”

               “So, I’ll take that as a yes then.” There wasn’t much that Baekhyun didn’t know about your life and he wasn’t afraid to ask you anything. After all, he was your best friend; had been for years. So the moment this thing between you and Yixing had started, you immediately went to Baekhyun. The nitty gritty details were still a secret, though knowing Baekhyun, they wouldn’t be for long. Holding true to your thoughts, he dug for more information. “Did you guys do it in here yet?” To that, you chose not to reply, though your silence itself was all the answer he needed as he snickered and exclaimed, “So you did!”

               “Seriously, Baek.” You whimpered, holding your hands in your hair. “Do you have to be so loud?”

               “Y/N.” He scoffed, “We are literally the only two people in this break room.”

               Looking up at your surroundings, you found that he was correct. However, you still remained wary, unable to shake the feeling that you were being watched. “I guess so…”

               “Did you confess yet?”

               “Not yet…” You trailed off, thinking of all the ways Lay had rejected the girls before you. “It’s complicated.”

               “Why?” Baekhyun probed you with a tinge of annoyance in his voice; undoubtedly from the numerous times you had had this discussion before. “Isn’t it just you making it difficult?”

               “I don’t know, I mean I have never ever seen or heard of him saying yes to anyone when they confess. What if he just doesn’t want me that way? We never actually talked about what our relationship is so I don’t really know if I’m more than just a toy to him…”

               “Y/N. You guys have been hooking up for three months. I’m sure you’re not just some sex toy to him. Trust me, hook ups don’t last that long.” Baekhyun said earnestly, trying to build up the courage he knew you had. “Just confess, okay? I swear that if it goes wrong I will take all the blame for pushing you.”

               You chuckled at his promise but held your pinky out to him. As soon as he looked down at your out stretched finger wriggling before him, a bright smile came across his face and he hooked his own pinky with yours. “Thanks Baekhyun.”

               “It’s what I do.” He shrugged making you giggle, when you heard the familiar tune of his ring tone sounding from his pocket. Fumbling around with his jacket, he pulled out his cell phone and glanced at the screen before shooting you an apologetic look. “It’s my co-worker.”

               “That’s okay.” Standing up from your seats, Baekhyun opened his arms to you and you leaned into his embrace.

               “Good luck with your boss.” He squeezed you tightly in one arm and you enfolded your arms around his torso before detaching. Shuffling out of the room, Baekhyun gave you a brisk wave and his signature rectangle grin. Soon enough, the only trace left behind by him was an empty microwavable container and the sound of his voice fading out as he trailed down the hallway. “Hello? Yes, I’ll be there as soon as I can…”

               Left to your own devices, you sat back down at the table and began picking at the food you had left. Baekhyuns voice echoed in your mind, drowning out most other thoughts. What he had said was undeniably true. You had never heard of hook ups lasting this long, at least not without coming to a horrible end. But that’s what you were afraid of. It was Yixing. The fact that your sex friend was Lay was mind boggling in the first place and now that you had gotten to know him on somewhat of a deeper level, it was absolutely astounding to you. He had turned out to be so much more than what he seemed and you had barely scratched the surface of who he was. But would telling him how you felt shatter it all? You thought so, but you also knew that this wouldn’t last much longer, at least not with the way your feelings seem to multiply with every touch and word he graced you with. It would have to be dealt with sooner rather than later.

               “Y/N? Did you hear me?”

               Snapped out of your ruminations, you flicked your head to the door way, realizing that a man who goes by Junho was attempting to speak with you. Shaking your head, you apologized saying, “Sorry, what did you say?”

               “I said that Mr. Zhang wants to see you in his office.” He replied curtly, seemingly annoyed at having to repeat himself.

               “Oh,” you replied, looking up at the clock that was fixed on the plain white wall. Perplexed as to why he would be asking for you when he was meant to be in a meeting right now, you questioned Junho. “Did he mention what for?”

               “No clue,” Junho said, growing more agitated with you. “I’d hurry if I were you. He can’t wait around.”

               “Right. Thank you.” The words rolled off your tongue politely but you struggled not to bite back at the man. You weren’t an idiot, so why treat you as such. But again, you were an intern and that means most stress related anger gets pushed on to you so you dealt with it by staying silent and letting it run its course. Grumbling under his breath, he pivoted on his heel and left you to follow his orders. Quickly picking up the garbage from your lunch, you raced out of the room, butterflies running wild in your stomach as they always seemed to do when you were about to see Yixing. Thoughts jumped around in your head as your heels tapped against the floor. It was odd for him to call you right now, so you weren’t sure what it was for. Surely he wouldn’t want to do anything right now with all of his partners in the office? It would certainly be precarious to do so, but a part of you grew excited at the thought of it. When you finally stood in front of the frosted glass door, you rested your hand on the cool metal handle and took a deep breath before lifting a fisted hand and tapping the knuckles of your hand against the handle three times.

               “Come in.”

               You pushed the door open and stepped inside, sure to shut the door behind you. Raising your head you caught sight of Yixing. He was sitting behind the desk with hands clasped together, but when he saw it was you he immediately began to rise from his chair. His black hair was perfectly styled to the side and his shirt clung to his body enough to give you at least a hint of what laid underneath. His eyes were dark, though captivating as ever as you saw lust sparking behind them. However, there was something hostile and possessive about the way he looked at you as he rounded his desk and strode toward you. “I don’t really think this is the time—“

               Words were cut short as he crashed his lips onto yours, evidently not in the mood for conversation. Despite your protest, you immediately responded; hooking your arms around his neck, you fiddled with the ends of his hair as he melded his lips with yours. It never ceased to amaze you how good he was at kissing, knowing the perfect measure of give and take as he pulled away slightly only to smirk when you chased after his kiss. Lips meshed together and you felt his moist tongue swipe along your bottom lip, driving his tongue into your mouth as soon as you gave him the opening. His tongue swirled around yours and you clutched at his hair, pulling it just enough to make a deep growl erupt from his throat. Hands groped your waist before he caught a firm hold of your curves and began to guide you to the desk. The cool edges of the desk hit the back of your thighs and Lay leaned into you, forcing you to clutch the sides of his face. You felt his jaw working under your fingers as he kissed you, an arm curling around your back and lifting you onto the edge of the desk. He kept his hold on you as he reached behind you with his free hand, pushing various objects to the side carelessly. A few things crashed to the floor and when he was satisfied with the amount of space left on the surface of the desk, he pulled away from you, bringing you upright. Your eyelids fluttered open to meet his fierce orbs. The free hand came under your thigh and he jerked you forward to sit on the edge of the desk. Standing in between your legs, your heat pressed against his groin deliciously. His mouth hovered centimeters away from you but refused to meet you as he commanded you, “Lay back.”

               Obedient to a fault, you followed his order, lowering onto your back and shivering a little as the coolness seeped through your shirt. Anticipation built inside of you; Yixing was never like this. Though sex might sometimes get a little rough, he was never cold, never demanding. You jumped when his lips met the crook of your neck, working across your jaw and into the dip, pressing moist addictive kisses. Finding your sweet spot, he sucked harshly making you cry out.  Fingers popped the first button of your blouse open and when he deemed your neck to be marked enough, he lowered his lips to your collar bone. “I don’t like it when people try to take what’s mine, Y/N.”

               His voice was dark and seductive, the words shocking you. “What are you talking about?”

               “That guy you had lunch with.” He replied kissing the valley between your breasts sloppily and pushing your shirt wide open.

               “He’s my best friend, Yixing. Nothing more. He would never try anything with me, ah-“A gasp cut through your words and he worked a hand under the cup of your bra, kneading your breast and flicking the nipple roughly. His other hand crept around your back, forcing you to arch for him so he could unhook your bra. “Besides, I don’t recall being yours.”

               Moving your back down once the bra had been successfully unhooked, your center brushed against his bulge, making a strained groan escape him. Removing your shirt and bra at the same time, he moved his ghosted his lips over your right breast before taking it into his mouth, swirling your bud with his tongue, making you writhe under him. Letting your breast leave his mouth he answered your question while looking up at your with the sincere, kind eyes you were used to, roughness long gone. “Well, do you want to be?”

               Your heart skipped a beat, and though the question was posed as casual, you knew what he meant. As it turns out, Baekhyun was right after all and you loathed yourself for wasting so much time being scared of asking about the relationship when he had done it so nonchalantly. He chuckled when you swiftly replied, “Yes.”

               “Well, since that’s settled…” His voice grew quiet as he pressed open mouth kisses to your hot skin, working his way down to the edge of your skirt. His hands moved to the zipper, quickly undoing it and placing a kiss just above your belly button before standing straight to shimmy the fabric down your legs and past your knees before throwing it to the side, leaving you half exposed to him. He caught his lip between his teeth as he stared down at your body, hands roaming along the curves of your waist before cupping your exposed breasts, causing heat to rise in your cheeks. Staring you in the eye, he kept one hand massaging your mound while the other slid down your body languorously, sending a tremor through you. Rough fingers traced down to cup the bottom of your thigh as he began to lower to his knees. Anticipation coursed through you as he lifted your leg to rest on his shoulder and his moist breath fanned against your core, but the logical part of your brain kept picking up sound coming from the office.

               “Wait, Lay.” You said hurriedly. “Stop.”

               “Is something wrong?”  He immediately ceased his movements, eyes flicking up to you with concern, no doubt wondering if he had done something wrong.

               “No, “You replied, biting your bottom lip, trying to think of excuse. You didn’t mind being reckless, but wasn’t this just stupid? His office didn’t have a lock because of his ‘open door’ policy. “I just- aren’t you supposed to be in a meeting right now?”

               “That’s what you’re worried about?” He smiled, finding your concern adorable. “Don’t worry, its lunch break right now.”

               “But shouldn’t you be eating then?”

               “Ah, my girlfriend is so doting. But,” The way the word ‘girlfriend’ rolled so easily off his tongue made your heart flip in your chest as his lips curled in to a wicked smirk and he kissed your inner thigh. “Isn’t that what I’m about to do?”

               Your lower abdomen clenched at his words and you could feel yourself getting wetter for him. He pressed a few more kisses to your thighs, working his way inward and biting softly in spots. His hand which had held your breast moved to thread your fingers together on your right hand. Just as his lips brushed against your clothed center and you arched your back off the desk in pleasure, a knock sounded from the door.

               Both of your heads raised to look at the door, then each other as you two paused, stuck in shock. After a full five seconds, you began to move in hyper speed. Scrambling to pick up your clothes, Lay began cleaning up the papers scattered on the floor, calling out, “Just a minute!”

               Hurriedly, you threw on your clothing, nearly falling over when you accidentally stepped on the hem of your skirt, much to Yixings amusement. Brushing dust off your skirt you tuck in your shirt before standing before Lay and holding your arms out in question. However, apparently you weren’t up to par as he stifled a laugh behind his hand before pointing down at your blouse. Furrowing your eyebrows, you looked down to see that in your rush to change you had mismatched your buttons so the shirt sat lopsided on your frame. Frustrated, you dropped your hands to your side before struggling to undo the buttons. “Oh mother of Christ.”

               “Here, let me help.” Yixing said, a hint of laughter in his voice as he pushed your hands away from the front of the shirt, taking over your task. One by one, he undid the buttons, before redoing them carefully, checking to make sure everything was proper before tugging you closer by the collar of your shirt.  “Perfect.” Swollen pink lips pecked your forehead softly, before moving down to peck your nose, then your mouth. You giggled softly and he smiled warmly at you before placing some random papers in your arm and returning to his seat behind his desk. “Come in!”

               A head poked into the door and you recognized the man to be a guy named Tao, a childish sort of man, but rather pleasant in your opinion. He smiled and bowed at you, not at all fazed by your presence and you suspected this was because he seemed to be the closest semblance to a best friend that Yixing seemed to have. “Sorry to interrupt sir, but there’s some information regarding Lee Minho that I think you should see.”

               The tranquil look that had been Yixings face dropped into a stony expression as he replied, “Okay. Meet me in the private room right away.”

               Tao nodded briefly before bowing to me again and exiting the room. Glancing at Lay, you felt concern fester inside you. An anxious expression was cast over his features, a stark difference from not five minutes ago. “Is everything okay?”

               As soon as you spoke, Yixing’s face changed as though he put on a mask and he was back to his smiley self. “Everything’s fine, just business stuff.”

               “O-okay.” A part of you knew he was lying, but you didn’t really want to probe him so you let it be. You pecked his cheek quickly and moved to leave the room. “I’ll see you later.”

               “Before you go, I was serious about what I said before, Y/N.” His voice stopped you cold in your tracks, making you turn back around to face him again.

               “That I’m yours?” Your cheeks flushed. “I know.”

               “No not that.” He replied, making you stare up him befuddled, only to see that his eyes had become cold all of a sudden, and not the way they had been when he was jealous. This Lay seemed much icier and gave off a tone of warning. He almost gave off a menacing tone. “About that guy from before. There are two things I simply can’t stand; when people try taking what is mine, and lying. Okay?”

               Still unsure of his meaning, you stared at him. His eyes still bore into yours, not lightening up. Realizing he expected an answer, you nodded your head and replied timidly, “Okay.”

               “Perfect.” Once again he did a 180 and his frightening glare had vanished, bringing back the laid back Lay you knew best. Walking up to you, he rubbed the side of your arms, asking you softly, “Do you want to go for dinner tonight? It’ll be pretty late cause of how busy we are but …”

               “Like a date?” The astonishment was evident in your voice, and his cold demeanor left your mind like a kite in the wind.  When he nodded frantically, you couldn’t hide the smile that domineered your lips. “I would love to.”

               “Good.” Looking at his watch, he flipped his gaze back to you and scrunched his eyes as though in deep thought before saying definitively, “Meet me behind the building at 10?”

               You nodded and he pecked your forehead one last time before setting off to speak with Tao. Sighing happily to yourself, you left his office and made your way to his cubicle, setting your stuff down and slumping in your chair. The way he called you his girlfriend rung in your head and your buried your face in your hands and shook your head back and forth, holding in a squeal. However, your joy was cut short when his cold stare invaded your mind, reminding you of the odd situation. You didn’t really know what to make of it, seeing as Yixing hadn’t shared much of his life with you. Rifling through the papers he had handed to you absentmindedly, you wondered just how much of his life you didn’t know about; you were willing to bet it was a lot. Mulling over your thoughts, you thumbed through the papers when you felt something filmy glide across the pad of your thumb.

               “What’s this?” you muttered and pulled out the paper, realizing it was really a photo.

               The picture was dark, almost impossible to be able to see the faces of the people I it. However, you could tell that whatever conversation in the picture that they were having obviously was not one that they were inclined to share judging from the setting. They had met in an alleyway and held their heads close together, faces hidden by ball caps. You flipped the picture and saw red writing on the back.

               LEE MINHO 4/26/15 2:51 AM

               Lee Minho, you thought to yourself, who is this guy? You couldn’t deny that it shook you a bit that lay had been spying on people and you found yourself curious as to why. Tearing through the other papers in the stack, your eyes searched every page, but to no avail. The picture must have accidentally gotten slipped in when he bunched them together. You were no business man though, so you wondered if perhaps it was just because he was gathering information on competitors, or perhaps they were criminals who stole from him. The prying feeling itched at you, telling you to dig deeper, but you knew to do so would be a breach of trust. Besides, it’s Yixing. For all you knew, he could be bringing down a puppy mill or something.

               Dismissing the picture, you snuck back into his office and placed it on the desk, not even giving yourself enough time in there to consider snooping. Work dragged on and you watched the clock consistently, groaning every time you looked because it seemed as though time had not been passing at all. Putting the odd picture and change of attitude in the back of your mind, you focused on what your date. You still were slightly shocked that he had asked you to go out with him. Every time you thought of him saying ‘do you want to be’ you wriggled in your office chair, unable to contain your happiness. You gained a few off looks through the day, but you paid no mind to them because you knew that if any of the other women were in the position you were in, that they’d react the exact same way, if not weirder. You found yourself looking for Yixing, peering over the cubicle whenever you heard a man’s voice footsteps passing by. When running errands, you couldn’t resist peering into his office to see if he’d returned. However, no matter how many times you looked in every which way, there was no sign of your new boyfriend. Your mind tracked back to Lee Minho, but you quickly shook the thought. He’s probably just caught up in work.

               Finally the clock hit 10 and you shut off your desk lamp, picking up your coat from the back of your chair and shrugging it on. Goodbyes passed your lips like lightening, not wanting to be held up by anyone. You smiled to yourself as you got into the elevator, looking forward to your first date with Yixing. Sure, you had seen each other out of work once or twice, but it was never for something like this. Daydreaming about what kind of place he’d take you to, you made your way out of the building, walking merrily down the alley to the back of the building where he usually parked his car. Rounding the corner, you had half expected him to be leaning on the hood of his car like in romance movies, but when you arrived he wasn’t even there. Confusion muddled your brain. This is the right place, isn’t it? Studying your surroundings, you knew you had to be in the right place. His car was right there so where else would he have meant? Maybe he got held up? If it was any other man, you would have assumed that you were being stood up, but this was Yixing; he wasn’t that type of guy nor would he ever be. So where was he? Plopping down on the hood of the car you decided to wait, shooting a quick text. Chipping at the nail polish on your fingers, you shuddered, a breeze chilling you. Seriously Yixing, where are you—

               A scream interrupted your thoughts and your head snapped into the direction that it had generated from. Debating what to do, you shuffled on your feet. But Yixing… You felt terrible for up and leaving but could you really just ignore a scream like that? Yixing was supposed to be here at 10 and yet there was no sight of him, so you wondered if you had time to run off when it hit you. It was his scream you heard.

               Your feet moved of their own accord, immediately sprinting in the direction of the scream. You ran further and further down the alley, all the while dialling the police number in your phone, prepared for the worst. You whipped your head left and right with every opening you passed, desperate to find Lay, when finally your eye caught a glimpse of the white shirt he had worn that day. Whirling down the alley, you squinted to try and see him better in the night. Panic stopped your blood cold when you saw him close to the ground, though you still couldn’t see what position he was in. Growing closer to his crumpled figure, you called out his name, slowing down as you neared him. At the sound of his voice being called, Lay snapped his head in your direction, his face unreadable from this distance. You realized he had been crouching over something as he began to rise to his full height. Standing only a mere 10 meters away from you, your eyes scanned over him, praying he was fine. Starting at his head, you saw that his hair was ruffled and sticking up in various directions. Eyes travelling down his body, you saw that he had a bleeding lip, but that wasn’t the worst of it; not by a long shot. The entire front of his black blazer was covered in a deep coloured sticky substance which you could only conclude was blood.

               “Oh my god. Are you okay—“

               Your voice caught as you looked at his hand. The entirety of his hand was smothered in blood and resting in his grip was what looked like a switch blade. It was only then that you looked down at what he had been crouching over, a wave of nausea making you stumble. Lying by his feet was a body. Not any body, but Lee Minho; the man in the picture.  You could see the whites of his eyes, even from this distance and they were rolled back so that only half his pupil was visible. His mouth hung open and his body was rigid on the pavement as blood pooled around him, touching the edge of Yixing’s shoes. The cogs in your brain sputtered and spurred as you tried to piece together the situation. But- but there’s no way that Yixing could do this… You thought, but as you looked down at the body and the knife that he held firmly in his hand, how could you come up with any rational explanation?

               “Lay, what—“

               He sighed deeply, not letting you finished your sentence as he knelt over the body again, wiping the knife on Minho’s cotton shirt to rid it of the blood before he wiped it with what looked like an alcohol wipe and folding the knife back in. Shoving the weapon in his pocket, the same cold look that had irked you earlier came over him. He flashed you his signature smile, though it wasn’t inviting as it had been before but unsympathetic and taciturn. You clutched your stomach, unable to take your eyes off of the body as your stomach threatened to upheave everything you had eaten in the past twelve hours.

               “You know what else I hate, Y/N?”

               Your name sounded foreign coming from this man’s mouth. This wasn’t your Yixing; you refused to believe it to be. Your Yixing was kind and compassionate, never cruel. Meanwhile this man was calculating and harsh, not caring that he had just taken life from a being; he was a monster. But he had the same lilt to his step as he walked slowly toward you, unfazed by the fact that he had just killed a man.  No matter how you looked at it, he wore the same face as Lay, though he was like a whole new person and for the first time in the entire time you had known him, you finally knew what they meant when they said Zhang Yixing was a dangerous man. You shook your head to say no, though it was no more than a tick. Nevertheless, he caught it and smiled sinisterly and you wished more than anything that whoever this was would stop wearing the face of the man you love.

               “Snitches. I really hate snitches.” He folded his jacket carefully over his arm, careful not to get the blood anywhere on his shirt. You wanted nothing more than to cry out, and yet as you looked in his eyes, you couldn’t deny that this was still the man that you fell so hopelessly in love with. Unable to take it anymore, you looked down at your feet, squeezing your eyes shut and wishing that this was all a terrible, awful, bad dream. He reached out to touch you, unsurprised when you flinched. But you never stopped him, as he trailed his finger down your jaw, hooking it under your chin and tilting your face upwards. “Look at me.” He said authoritatively and you obeyed, hating yourself for still feeling your stomach flip when he placed a finger on you after he had done something so dreadful. You had always thought that murderers were supposed to be unstable and cracked. Yet when you peered into Yixing’s eyes, you saw nothing but clarity; clarity and an odd sense of harmony. Holding his chin your grasp, his tone maintained a warning note, though it was mixed with tenderness, “But I don’t need to worry about you doing anything like that, right?”

               You felt tears well up in your eyes and you croaked out, “No.”

               “That’s my girl.” And just like that, the murderer was gone and Mr.Zhang was back. He smiled dopily at you and pecked your cheek, ignoring how you scrunched your face. “I know it’s hard to understand now, but one day you’ll get it, Y/N.” He said with his wide seemingly innocent eyes, and distantly you wondered what would happen if you never did get it. Walking past you he started down the alley, walking as though he was on a midnight stroll, holding out his non bloodied hand and calling to you, “I’m starved, Y/N! I promised a date so shall we be off?”

               For a moment you remained; transfixed on Minho. The blood was getting stickier and darker as it spread through the cracks and he was pale enough that you knew he had likely long since bled out. How many times has he done this? You wondered, though you knew it didn’t really matter. Obviously it was enough for him to be comfortable with it. You knew the choice that was laid at your feet, but you wondered what choice you really had. If you left him, would he kill you too? Or would his feelings interfere and inable him from that? Or did he even feel anything for you? Could he feel? Questions plagued you but as you stared at Minho lying dead on the ground, you also wondered if he had a family, whether he would be missed, or if he would even be noticed as missing. The more you thought, the more you hated yourself. Watching the life seep out of this man and knowing who did it, you thought you should feel remorse for this man or disgust for Lay, but no matter how you dealt it, your feelings for him were still there. Was it so wrong to believe in the words he said? That’d it’d make sense later? You certainly wanted to believe so. Though you detested yourself for it, you couldn’t give up on him. So, you didn’t. Turning on your heel, you raced to catch up with your boyfriend, capturing his hand which he still held out for you to take. Curling your fingers around his hand, your heart still thumped erratically in your chest when he squeezed your hand despite the bile in your throat. In that moment, you knew your fate. After all, he is the best.

  • What she says:I'm fine
  • What she means:Fra Fee was watching Les Mis in London yesterday. Why was I not present at this show? I could have been sat next to an Irish pixie man for three hours watching the worlds best musical which he has previously stared in. I could have eaten ice cream with Fra Fee. I would have searched the entire theatre to find him, but no I wasn't there. Why wasn't I there? Because capitalism is sucking all the enjoyment out of my life. Now I know what those gay French men were after, all they wanted to do was to sit next to Fra Fee in a showing of Les Mis.
Tips for being in the pit at the 1989 tour

1. Get there at least an hour early.
I got to Baton Rouge about three hours early, and literally RAN to my spot once I got inside to get right up against the railing. I would recommend two hours early at least for the best seats, but I’m also not sure that it’s necessary to get there at like 5AM– that’ll just make you really exhausted.

2. Wear comfortable shoes/clothes.
I know this may not always be possible due to your costume, but you really should try to do this! I wore converse and I could barely walk back to my hotel. I saw people in WEDGE HEELS. I’m honestly not sure how they survived. I was hot and sweaty and I stood from 4-11:30.

3. Bring sunscreen.
I don’t sunburn easily, but I saw lots of girls that looked very red and I felt terrible for them! I would definitely put on some SPF just to be safe.

4. Water, water, water.
They didn’t let us bring water in to the stadium, but it’s really important that you stay hydrated all day. If you’re with someone make sure you save your spot in the pit while they go buy water or fill up from a drinking fountain. If you’re alone, unless you know someone, it’s kind of a problem, so I was pretty dehydrated. Don’t be like me, drink loooots of water!

5. Sit down anywhere you can, anytime you can.
You might think you’re too excited to sit, but I promise you will thank yourself for resting later! Standing really takes a toll on your body so be aware!

6. Make friends with those around you.
You’re going to literally be smashed up against them, so you might as well make the best of it! They love Taylor just like you, after all. Also, this way it won’t be super awkward if you need to ask them to move over a little or take a picture of you.

7. Don’t focus so much on meeting Taylor.
I know we all want to, I wanted to and still want to, but if you make that your main goal, you’ll be super disappointed if it doesn’t happen, and that’s really unfair because just seeing the show is I N C R E D I B L E. There really aren’t any words for it. Just seeing it is seriously enough.

8. Don’t be mean.
Mostly everyone was nice, but I heard some catty remarks and there were a few people shoving me here and there to get to the front. Let me tell you, if you are in the first five rows in the pit, you DO NOT need to be any closer. Be thankful for the spot you are in. Also, watch out for little ones in the pit, they want to enjoy the concert too, and it really would be mean to shove or say something rude to one of them!

9. Know the rules.
At Baton Rouge we couldn’t have signs in the pit or bring bags bigger than a certain size or umbrellas in, but I don’t know if that’s true of every place so just make sure you check out the rules for your venue!

10. Save your phone battery.
While you’re waiting, you’ll be bored and it will be tempting to text or look at Tumblr, but I didn’t and by the time Taylor came on my phone was at 75% and I got some awesome pictures! I heard lots of people who were really disappointed because by the time she came on they only had like 25% left on their phones. You may also need the phone to get in contact with someone in case of emergency, so try and keep your battery up!

These are all I can think of right now, but if you have any questions feel free to use my ask box! I hope you all have fun at your venues!

#WesleyWednesday for you, people.

Just because I had about half an hour to do some stuff today, and this was the closest thing I could finish, and - yes, I totally suspect any guy who lives a life like Wesley’s needs psychotherapy in any possible form.

P.S.: I asked a friend of mine who goes by @Ok_lahoma at twitter for a nice song to fit this image; so we switched my HUGE playlist on, and I scrolled down without looking and asked her to signal me to stop. AND WE STOPPED AT THIS SONG AND GOD IS MY WITNESS IT’S THE BEST POSSIBLE MATCH OKAY!!!

Title: Training
Fandom: The Avengers: Age of Ultron
Character(s): Pietro, the reader, Natasha and Wanda.
Warning(s): Swearing
Requested by:Anon-Hello, found your blog yesterday and fell in love with all the fics (they are amazing wish i could write like that) So I wanted to ask if you could do a Pietro (marvel) fic where she has to help train the new avengers team and she gets paired with Pietro and maybe some kisses and fluff? Thanks and once again amazing blog :D
A/N: I hope you like it, I love writing this.

When Natasha, your best friend came to you about training one of the new Avengers, you were more than a little apprehensive mainly because you didn’t feel like you would be a good trainer for anyone that’s joining the Avengers, but Natasha had managed to convince you, after three hours of the two of you arguing over it quietly and arms and hands flying all over the place, as the group stood a few meters away watching the scene unfold, Steve stood in front of the them, a small smile playing on his lips as he watched his two friends argue.

You crossed your arms over your stomach and huffed at the red head in front of you, who smiled triumphantly and clapped you on the back, she linked her arm with yours and pulled eagerly to the new Avengers “okay, so now that it’s all sorted out” Natasha said, stopping just before them. 

“This is [Y/N] and she’s here to help with training” Natasha spoke with authority, you bite your lip to stop yourself from giggling, you have never seen her so serious before now, you jolted forwards a little as you felt her elbow you in the rib, you cleared your throat and raised a hand as if to say ‘hi’ “so I was thinking that [Y/N] could train Pietro” Natasha spoke up, moving away from you and pulling a guy out from behind Steve, who had stepped aside so Pietro wouldn’t bump into him.

“Oh fuck me” you whispered to yourself, your eyebrows furrowed together when your eyes landed on the person you were going to be training, you didn’t sign up to train someone this cute and adorable looking, actually you didn’t sign up for any of it, but here you were all because of Natasha “he’s fast, so he needs training in other aspects” Natasha told you, Pietro’s mouth hung open as soon as he saw you, a small blush dusting his cheeks “right, I got an idea already” you spoke up. 


It had been three months since you had been set to train Pietro and the two of you were getting along like wild fire and often flirted with each other after the two of you finished with training, but neither of you done anything about it.

“No, go again” you groaned, pushing yourself off the floor, you pulled your shorts back into place and straightened your dark grey tank top out, you and Pietro had been training for three hours “what? why?” he whined, wiping the sweat from his brow with his arm “because you need to nail this” you responded, stretching your back and shoulder “I don’t need this though, I’m fast, they wont be able to catch me” he complained.

“Go. Again” you snapped at him, getting into a stance, Pietro rolled his eyes and ran at you at a slow pace, that he wished he could speed up a bit a little more, you crouched down and pushed yourself off the ground, hooking your arm his neck and swung your body around, avoiding his grasp the best you could, your knees landing on his back and your arm tightening around his neck.

“Come on Pietro” you whispered in his ear, sending chills down his spine “you’ve got to be a little faster than that in hand to hand combat” you told him “no one’s going to go gentle on you out there” you added, Pietro grabbed your upper arm tightly and pulled out over his back and dropped you to the floor, a smile now appearing on your face.

“Good, we’re finally getting somewhere” you laughed breathlessly, you quickly grabbed his arm and pulled him down on the mat with you, where you brought your leg down onto his chest roughly, no one said that training with you was going to be easy, even Natasha had warned him about you when it comes to training, but he just blew off saying he could handle it and you were almost sure he was regretting saying that now. 

Pietro quickly pulled your leg and rolled you onto your front, pinning your hands behind your back “I think you might be getting rusty” he panted, placing a kiss to the back of your neck “I’m never rusty” you retorted, rolling out of his loose grip and kicking him in the side, which knocked him to the floor “you need to work on your grip, it’s sloppy” you noted.

Pietro frowned at you and kicked your legs out from under yourself as you stood up, you landed on the floor with a heavy thud “maybe you’re getting slow then” he teased as he pinned you to the floor you frowned up at him and pushed him to the mat using all the strength you had left “I’m not slow either” you stated proudly, grinning down at him, your legs were either side of his body and your hands were splayed out either side of his head.

“Then how come I knocked you down?” he asked curiously, you glared down at him “it was pure luck and me being a little distracted” you admitted “by what?” he grunted, those last words now peeking his interest, his hand running up your thigh gently “you” you instantly said, gulping as you looked down at him, you didn’t want to admit that to him, his lips twitching into a smirk at the corners “so I distract you?” he teased, propping himself up with an elbow. 

You sighed and blushed, nodding your head a little, Pietro grinned, placing a hand on your neck and pulling you into a kiss, the kiss was soft and sweet, like he’s waited forever to kiss you, it sent a shiver down your spine and you instantly kissed him back, removing one hand from the mat where you ran it through his hair, your fingers getting tangled in his soft silver hair, Pietro’s hand that was rubbing your thigh slowly made it’s way under your shirt.

The kiss continued for a while, the two of you only pulling away when you heard a female clear her throat, both of your heads snapped to the door way of the gym to see Pietro’s sister-Wanda- stood in the door way awkwardly, she was scuffing her left foot along the floor and looking around the room, any where but you and Pietro. 

“Sorry to um….interrupt, but I was just wondering if Pietro was  free for lunch” she asked, a bright blush on her cheeks “oh, um, yeah sorry” you said awkwardly, pressing a kiss to Pietro’s lips before you got off of him, Pietro instantly got up and wrapped an arm around your shoulder “you coming with us?” he asked placing his chin on your shoulder, you rolled your eyes at him and smiled a little bit.

“Of course she is, she’s your girlfriend, why would she have lunch with someone else” Wanda smirked at the two of you “what? I-I’m not…..w-were not” you spluttered, un able to make a proper sentence, Wanda giggled and walked out the gym, leaving you very flustered with a slightly hurt and confused Pietro stood beside you “I thought you liked me” he mumbled, hurt evident in his voice. 

Your eyes widened “no, no I do like you” you said, waving your hands out in front of you, Pietro quickly taking them in his “then will you go out with me?” he asked you, a small hopeful smile on his face, you smiled back at him, ripping your hands from his and wrapping them around his neck “of course I will you fucking nut” you said happily, pressing kisses along his jaw line, making Pietro laugh.

“Great, lets go I’m starving” he cheered, pulling you along with him “my trainer is a real hard ass” he joked, you chucked and slapped the back of his head.

Misha? Really?

Sam x Reader

Word Count: 2,198

Warnings: Language, Gabe nonsense, jealousy?, AU for a little bit, if there’s anything else let me know :)

Request: Could you do a Sam x Reader one-shot where Reader, Sam, & Dean get transported to our world like in the French Mistake, but here, the Reader is with Misha? & she pretends to go along with it to not raise suspicion? Also, just lots & lots of jealous Sam?

A/N: Okay so this one was super fun to write, I feel like I didn’t do a good job at capturing Misha’s personality but I tried my best!! And I also feel like it’s kind of horrible cause I wrote this in like three hours. I gave the actress that supposed to play the reader a name (Scarlet or Scar) just fyi. So just let me know if you guys like it! Love you all and thanks for reading!!

 It all happened so fast. You were in the bunker library with Sam and Dean researching for the next case when all of a sudden Gabe shows up out of nowhere.

“Alright guys and gal, let’s have some fun. Shall we?” He snapped his fingers but it seemed like he didn’t even do anything, you all were still sitting in the bunker library.

“Did that asshole even do anything?” you turned to the brothers and they just shrugged at you. You three almost jumped out of your seats because you weren’t prepared for the loud voice that bellowed throughout the bunker.

“CUT! Scar, sweetie those aren’t the lines. Everyone take a 15 minute break, then let’s reset everything and we’ll run this scene one more time.”

You looked over to your boyfriend Sam maybe hoping he would know what was going on and by looking at the expression on his face, he did. Dean was the first one to express his feelings about the situation “Fuck me! This is where that dick brought us? He brought us back here?!”

“Um, guys? Where exactly is here?”

Sam turned to you knowing that you must be confused since you’ve never been to this universe before. “Y/n, he sent us to an alternate universe, where we are actors on a show called ‘Supernatural’ and we’ve been sent here before. It’s not fun, at all. We need to start figuring out how we are going to get back.”

A woman with blonde hair walked up beside Dean, grabbed him out of his chair and told him that his make-up needed a little touching up. She called him Jensen though, who is Jensen? And since when has Dean ever worn make-up?

Standing up, you and Sam decided to walk around for a bit and at least get used to your new surroundings. Sam was just about to reach down to take your hand when you heard a voice start shouting from behind. “Jared! Scar! Come on guys wait up!” You turned around to see that Cas was running towards the both of you.

You looked up at Sam when you heard him let out a deep sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose he whispered to himself “Oh God, not this guy again.” That signaled to you that this wasn’t the Cas that you knew. He must have been the actor. You two stopped waiting for him to catch up, since you two already turned around and acknowledge him, it was too late to try to ignore him now. When he caught up to you he took your hand in his and gave you a quick peck on the lips. Needless to say you were quite shocked.

“Hey Scar, I heard that you guys got a quick 15 minute break. But when I went to find you on set they said that you had already left with Jared.” Okay so from what you were piecing together in your head was that you and this guy were either dating or married, your name or nickname was Scar and Sam’s name in this world was Jared and Dean’s was Jensen. So what was this guy’s name?

“Yeah, um, we were just walking and going over our, uh, lines for the next scene. I keep screwing up.” You gave him a sheepish smile and looked back towards Sam who didn’t looked to happy. You could always tell that he was getting pissed about something just by the way his nose started to flare and he would ball his hands into fists. Currently that’s what you were seeing and that scared you.

“Misha! Come on, we need to discuss this next scene with you and the stunt you will be doing!” A short man called out from the building to your right and you wondered who is was talking to.

“Yeah okay, I’ll be right there!” The guy who was holding your hand responded, guess you found out who he was talking to.

“Misha? Really? Your name is Misha?”

“Ha ha, very funny babe, don’t ya think that’s starting to get old? Did Jared tell you to say that again?”

“Right, uh, sorry sweetie.” You leaned over and gave him a quick kiss, you definitely did not like that feeling.

“Alrighty I have to go, but I’ll see you later whenever we both get done shooting for the day. Good luck Scarlet, I’m sure you’ll do fine on the next take, love you. Oh, hey Jared are we still on for tonight at your place?”

Sam looked to the man that was holding your waist while kissing the top of your head and just wanted to knock him out for touching you, his jaw locked up and he replied through his teeth “Yeah I guess so.”

“Cool! Well I’ll see you then Jared and I’ll see you in about two hours.” He kissed you quickly before patting your butt and disappearing through the door.

“You are not going to see him in two hours if I have anything to say about it! I don’t want him anywhere near you!”

“Sam you honestly have no say in this whatsoever! Clearly this Scarlet girl and that Misha guy are dating, just be lucky that we aren’t married!”

“Y/n! You’re my girlfriend not his!” Running his hand through his hair was another sign that he was frustrated “We need to find a way out of here and fast or I’m going to end up strangling him.”

“Y/n! Sam! Hey, we need to- whoa what’s got your panties in a twist Sammy?” Sam still looked pissed as ever and Dean could definitely tell, it wasn’t hard to not notice.

“Nothing. Can we just find a way back home now? We need to get back home.”

Dean wanted to know the truth so he looked to you and raised his eyebrows waiting for an explanation.

“You know that actor that plays Castiel, yeah we’re are dating. Sam isn’t too thrilled about it as you can tell.”

“Yeah and apparently we’re all meeting at my place later on tonight and I don’t want to leave them alone until then. So we need to find a way home, like now.”

Dean doubled over in laughter, almost falling onto the ground at seeing how jealous Sam was getting. But mostly at the fact because he could see that Misha was coming up behind you two again. 

To surprise you with what he thought would be ‘good news’, he covered up your eyes “Guess who!”

“I’m guessing that it’s Misha.” He’s lucky that you didn’t go into hunter mode and completely kick his ass for sneaking up behind you and blocking your vision.

“You are one hundred percent correct!” He kissed the side of your check, damn this man really likes to kiss your face a lot. “So guess what? They said they are going to let us go for the day since we were here so early this morning.” He looked to Sam and Dean to show that he was also informing them as well and they both gave him a small smile with a nod.  He took your hand and started walking towards the direction of what you were guessing was his car, but then he stopped and turned back around to the boys “See you guys later! This is going to be one hell of a night you guys! I can’t wait!”

Sam looked to Dean and slapped him in the chest “Dude, help me get him not to take her home! I’m not letting her out of my sight!”

“What the hell do you want me to say Sam?!”

“I don’t know, think of something!”

“Hey! Uh, Misha, dude! Yeah uh how about we all chill at my place till it’s time to head over to Jared’s for the, um, whatever it is?” Whispering to Sam as he saw that you and Misha were now walking back hand in hand “There, you fucking happy now?!”

“No, because he’s still touching her.”

“Well get over it, they’re coming back over here, so keep your jealousy under control!”

You and Misha made your way back over to where the boys were and you couldn’t have been any happier. You were hoping that one of them was going to say something and save you from going home alone with this Misha guy.

“Are you sure Jensen? Weren’t you supposed to be helping Jared set up for tonight?”

“Yeah but, he uh, decided that he was going to do it by himself and surprise us all. So come on, we going to my place or not? You’re driving.”

“Sure okay then, I don’t see a problem with that.” He walked back over to his car starting it and was currently waiting on you and Dean to walk over and get in. “Come on you two let’s go!”

“Sam while we’ve got him busy you better be finding a way to get us back, tonight!”

“Alright Dean! Trust me, I want to leave just as much as you do!”

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Arriving at Sam, well ‘Jared’s’ place you were anxious to find out if he’s found out a way to get you three home, spending all day with Misha and having him constantly around you was getting tiresome. You left Misha in the living room with Dean and took Sam by the arm dragging him into the kitchen.

“Sam, please tell me you know how to get out of here.”

“Uhm, yeah, about that.” He started to scratch the back of his head, which meant he had absolutely nothing.

“You’ve got to be kidding me! Sam you’ve had all day to figure this out!”

“Yeah, okay y/n let me just pull the book of instructions on how to get back out of my ass!”

“Well how did you get back last time?”

“An angel pulled us back, but this is Gabe we’re talking about, who knows why the hell he sent us here!”

You two were soon interrupted by Misha walking into the kitchen, grabbing a hold of your waist and begging you to come back into the living room to have fun. You agreed with him and so did Sam because he followed right behind you two. When Misha sat down he grabbed your hand and brought you down to sit on his lap, which in turn made Sam stand up. You knew this wasn’t going to end well.

“Okay buddy get your hands off of her right now!”

“Uh, Jared, what are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about you being all handsy with my girlfriend and I can’t stand back and watch this anymore!”

Misha stood up and started walking over to who he thought to be his friend Jared “Scarlet is my girlfriend Jared, we’ve been together for three years now. What makes you think she’d leave me for you?”

“Sam stop this right now!” Dean got up making his way over to his younger brother and putting a hand on his chest to stop him from doing something he’d regret.

“No, Dean, get out of my way. I’m y/n’s boyfriend, not him. I’m the one who loves y/n, not him. I know more stuff about her than he ever will!”

Sam balled his fist up and just when he was about to swing, the scenery changed. You were no longer in some actors’ apartment, you guys were back inside the bunker in the living room. With Sam being in mid swing he tumbled to the floor since there was nothing for his fist to come into contact with. You rushed to his side when you heard Gabe start talking from the other side of the room.

“Well wasn’t that exciting!?”

Dean starting making his way over to the angel “Gabe why the hell were we sent there again?”

“I love seeing how jealous Sam gets, makes me feel like I’m watching a romantic comedy. Plus I just finally wanted him to tell y/n that he loved her. He’s been practicing in the mirror for weeks now and just watching that is pathetic. Know what I’m saying?” He snapped his fingers and he was gone once again, leaving Sam wide eyed on the ground.

Dean was starting to head back to his room grumbling that he the next time he was near the angel he was going to rip his head off or something along those lines.

“So you’ve been practicing trying to tell me that you love me to a mirror?” you started giggling when you got a mental picture.

“Yeah I didn’t want to screw up but I guess Gabe once again made me look like an idiot.”

“But you’re my idiot and that’s why I love you too. You’re the only one for me Sam Winchester.” You finally kissed your real boyfriend this time and it felt like forever since you had felt his lips on yours. Having him kiss you was way better than Misha. You felt at home with your lips moving together with his, you would never get tired of this feeling.

“Good because I don’t know what I’d do if you left me for a guy named Misha”

twitcherpated asked:

hey this totally isn't your job but I saw you mentioning sources of news and their suckiness to someone and I was wondering if you have some recs? I listen to an hour of news first thing in the morning at work because I can multitask and even tv news is easy to listen to w/o a visual for me, BUT because my work blocks major sites and has no flash, I had to switch to a major news network since i couldn't get what I used to watch to play. Do you have recs I could try out to see if they play?

Npr is by far the best radio news and have many options for listening

If you can’t do that see if you’re lucky enough to have BBC (it’s rare in the U.S.)

After that your options are pretty weak, CNN is better than Fox but is still awful.

I’d rather listen to welcome to night vale than fox for news.

I want to wreck homes. I want people to watch all 12 hours, straight through. If you have enough time on your hands to watch all 12 hours, straight through, that’s the best case scenario. That being said, once we restructured for 12 episodes, we realized that it’s almost a three-act structure. It’s four-episode arc is like an act. So, you could do four and four and four. That’s one way to watch it because there are good break points in there. But, my hope is that they’ll watch it straight through. From our point of view, it’s really written as a 12-hour movie. Ultimately, that’s what it is. When you walk into a movie theater, you don’t walk out half-way through, and then come back the next day to watch the rest of it.

wonderfulcatman asked:

NaLu and 45

Thanks so much Andrew!! This one’s more of a stretch to fit the prompt imo, but I hope you still like it!!

“Tell me a secret.”

“Hey Lucy! I’m crashing here for the night!” Natsu waved at the blonde who had just walked back into her apartment. She turned right back around and walked out the door, slamming it behind her. About half an hour later, she stumbled back in, huge grocery bags hanging from her arms.

“Warn me next time! You always clean out my fridge!” she sighed, setting the food on the counter and flopping down on the couch. She had gotten used to him staying without an invitation, but the least he could do was tell her so she could prepare a bit.

“You’re the best, Lucy!” the fire dragon slayer grinned, jumping up and going through the bags right away.

“I know…” she mumbled, closing her eyes. She didn’t mean to fall asleep, but when she opened her eyes again, the room was dark, and Natsu was sound asleep at the table. She rubbed her eyes and dragged her feet across the carpet, not really in the mood to do anything except collapse on her bed and sleep for another ten hours.

“Lucy…” She turned at the sound of Natsu’s voice. He stirred and slowly picked his head up off of the counter. “Tell me a secret…” Curious, she stepped closer. Not too close, though. She was afraid of getting punched through the roof again. Once she thought she was a safe distance away, he spoke again. “Why do you let me stay here? I never tell you that I’m coming over, no matter how many times you tell me to…” he admitted, eyes still drooping sleepily.

The celestial mage wasn’t expecting such an intelligent question at this hour of the night. She cycled through her brain, trying to find a coherent answer for him. “Well…it’s not because you eat all my food, jump out my window, or sleep in my bed…It’s probably because I like your company,” she confessed, looking down at her feet with a sleepy smile.

Natsu grinned as well before his head hit the counter again. He was already fast asleep. Lucy shook her head and continued to bed. Only Natsu would wake up in the middle of the night and confess that he was sometimes annoying. She was too tired to think about it more, and fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.

The light coming through the window woke her up the next day. She shuffled out of bed and was surprised to see Natsu gone from the kitchen. Actually, he wasn’t anywhere to be found. The only thing he left was a small note scratched onto a napkin with a dull pencil. She picked it up, scanned it over, and bounded out the door with a huge smile on her face.

‘So Lucy…I kind of feel really bad about always crashing at your place, so I wanted to invite you over to my house as a surprise! I spent the last week cleaning so it wouldn’t be messy or anything. Happy was going to cook us some fish for breakfast. I promise I’ll leave you some! If you want to come, I mean. Hopefully I’ll see you soon!

–Natsu’

My Number One

Anon: Could u write a fic something similar to the other girl possibly idk and btw u are literally the best writer ever!

Oh God, thank-you so much dear. That means so much. I hope this is okay :) xxoo 

If anyone else would like to read “other girl” that this lovely anon mentioned, it’s right

Here

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You always got excited to hang out with your best friend. You would both spend endless hours doing whatever you could think of and ending up getting home in the late hours of the night.

You smiled brightly as you entered the little cafe that you had planned to meet Dan in. Your eyes landed on the tall boy sitting at the table, eyes glued to his phone with both of your coffees on the table in front of him.

“Boo!” you say as you sit down across from him. He jumps in surprise, eyes wide as he looks up to you.

“That was mean” he states simply before finally letting that well known smirk appear on his face.
You both drank your coffees and caught up on the last few days, sharing jokes and laughing at Dan’s excitement about getting 3 stars on every 200cc track on Mario Kart.
You loved listening to Dan speak, his smooth voice, the way his facial features would change depending on the mood of conversation, and those god damn lips… not that you had a crush on him… you were only friends…

Out of nowhere Dan stands from his seat, opening up his arms. You watch as he wraps his arms around an unknown girl, whispering something into her ear. Watching this gave you a strange feeling in your stomach, and your not quite sure what it was.

“Y/n, this is Candice. I thought she could join us today” He introduces, as the sit down, side by side.
“oh, okay.. It’s lovely to meet you Candice” You greet, a friendly smile on your face.
“You too” she replies, smiling to you in return.

You all ended up walking to a near by mall, and you couldn’t say you were having a very good time. You trailed behind them, feeling completely forgotten as you listening to them laugh and talk about something that happened that one time. You had no idea what they were talking about really.
It felt horrible trailing behind them like a lost puppy, every time they’d touch a sickening feeling would shake within your body. You had to admit to yourself that you were jealous, and you didn’t like it. But there’s nothing you could do.

As Dan and Candice turn into a store, still in deep conversation, you continue to walk straight. You continued walking until you were outside, then making your way home. Dan wouldn’t notice, he has Candice.

You quickly fell into a spiral of sadness, what if Dan forgot you completely? the simple thought was enough to bring a tear to your eye. The moment your were finally home you got a large blanket, your laptop and got comfortable on the sofa.

*bzz bzz*

You look down to your phone that had vibrated, letting you know you had a message. Dan’s name glowed on the screen, but you didn’t feel like checking so you decide you would reply later.

Within an hour, you had received multiple messages and calls from Dan, you felt horrible for not replying but you were just too upset and didn’t want to say something stupid.

A loud noise from your front door made you jump in your seat, the door then swinging open,.

“Y/n!?” Dan’s voice rang through the house. crap.

“Y/n! Oh my god I was so fucking worried! Why did you leave? Why weren’t you answering my calls or texts?” Dan rushes out after he see’s you.

“Sorry Dan… I just wasn’t feeling well and needed to lay down.” well, you weren’t quite lying… you did feel sick.

“You should have told me! i could have brought you home and looked after you.”

“Dan, please. I just didn’t want to drag you away from Candice” Dan looked surprised after you said this. Taking  a moment to think before speaking once again.

“Y/n.. Your my number one, you should know I would do anything for you no matter who’s around.. Can you be honest with me though… Did you really feel sick or is it because you didn’t like Candice?”

Silence took over for a few moments as you argued with yourself about what to say. And also that little bit of joy after Dan calling you his ‘number one’.

“I guess.. I just felt a bit left out. And I guess, maybe a little jealous” you decided to tell the truth, Dan’s face contorting with confusion.

“I’m so, so sorry you felt left out y/n. So sorry. But why were you jealous?”

“I was just a bit scared of losing my best friend over a girl..” oh god, he’s going to hate you..wait, why is he chuckling?

“Y/n, Candice is just someone I used to work with. We ran into each other the other week and hung out for a day. She was helping me with some troubles i was having about another special girl. She gave me some good advice, and I wanted her to meet this special girl. Thats why I brought her today”

It went silent for a few moments, you were a little confused by Dan’s words.. Who’s the “special girl”? Is it you? No, he doesn’t like you like that..

Dan could clearly see you were confused, but his next few actions made everything clear, and everything so much better. Has large hand cupped your cheek as he leaned in slowly. Your lips finally connected and it was honestly the most amazing feeling in the world.

“You will always be my number one, my special girl and my love” he mumbles before connecting your lips once again, all previous drama forgotten as you finally realised how truly in love you had been with Dan this entire time.  And whats better? He loved you back.

5 Things (5/22/15)

1. Yesterday I wrote a semi-defensive Five Things in which every point revolved around leaving my job to freelance. Ever feel like you need to defend your life choices before anyone’s even questioned them? Yeah. Saved that one as a draft, thought on it a bit, not publishing it. I’m just going to sum it up like this: I love Gawker for everything it gave me. But it couldn’t give me extra hours in the day/ enough energy to accomplish everything I want to. I’m happiest when scrapping my life together; a certain amount of self-imposed pressure helps me feel alive. I don’t view freelancing as a holding cell, where I chill until my “dream job” comes along; I don’t believe in dream-anythings. I believe in doing what you know is right for you, even when that blueprint maybe doesn’t exist yet. So here goes nothing (everything).

2. I’m in Martha’s Vineyard right now for a writing retreat, experiencing some ~emotional turbulence~. Sometimes I feel like I know exactly what I’m doing, and not, all at once. I had a great first day, a questionable second day, and a third that felt hopeless. That was yesterday. I was blue, so I excused myself from writing and got beers with karinabriski. We talked about shaking ourselves out of our moods (my mood?) and decided to get tattoos. Matching ones, on our fingers? Our zodiac constellations? We didn’t care much, and we also didn’t get them, because the one place on the vineyard was like “lol, booked forever dummies.” But the artist decided to squeeze me in today. I got curly quotes on my wrist. A reminder to fill in the blanks. 

3. Things I’m looking forward to: running in the middle of the day. Making meals at home. Working from Berlin, or from a friend’s apartment, or outside. Calling my mom back more often. Pushing myself. Avoiding rush hour on the L train. Discovering new artists and having the energy to connect with them and not just email them. Writing first, showering later. Answering emails in a timel(ier) fashion. Having time to say goodbye to New York.

4. Segue: I have a NYC exit strategy. I will be in LA by 2016. People have told me the reasons I shouldn’t go, but I have one that feels legit to me: I’ve lived in this state for 28 years, and in Brooklyn for 20. No one needs that good an excuse to leave their hometown, do they? I’ll miss it, especially the parts no one makes TV shows about, but it’s not going anywhere. It’s inside me, where we keep the things that raised us. 

5. Why LA? I’ve had so many conflicting feels about that place. When I was young and reading Babysitter’s Club, I related to Stacey, but wanted to be more like Dawn. I liked her crunchiness. I was like, “Yes, I’m too chill for this fast-paced NY life. I’m going to be a California beach babe when I grow up.” The amount of weed I smoked in high school seemed to confirm this. Then a switch flipped, and I thought I needed that New York Hunger; I needed its energy to keep me moving because I was *too* chill. If I moved to the west coast, I’d probably get so high on my chill that I’d drown in the ocean attempting to pet sea otters or whatever. So I returned to my hometown, hustled my ass off, struggled and borrowed money and beat myself bloody trying to make it work. And I did make it work, by my standards. And I was able to do that, I realized, because I’m not chill at all. I’m high-strung and anxious and on the brink of burnout 24/7. And I no longer believe I need that to survive. 

A few months ago I was driving down the 101 with someone I love, and we had this synched up moment. The sky was cloudless, the ocean was sparkling, the day and the road had no end. And we looked at each other like, “Why are we choosing this hard fucking life in New York when this exists?” Say what you want about the place; I hated LA the first time I visited. But I don’t think I’ve heard anyone who’s made the leap from NY to LA argue that they somehow have it harder now. For people with SAD, for people who can’t afford to both be creative and live in NYC, for people who don’t want to spend another second pressed up against a stranger on the subway, absorbing their stress and their coffee breath, LA seems at least worth taking a chance on. And if I’m wrong? The brightest light in my life right now is that if I hate something, I can leave. I finally get to just leave. 

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And now, the requisite new-to-fulltime-freelancing rundown: I have a few exciting projects lined up, but I’m also looking for clients. I have seven years’ experience in brand and editorial writing, marketing, and editing. Most of my clips are here. Email me at stephaniehope1@gmail.com.

Also, my eBook, appropriately titled Some Things I Did for Money, is on sale for $1 today. Think of this post as the afterword.

Every 2 Hours? (Pt II) ~ Suga Oneshot

‘omg omg, could you make a pt.2 for every 2 hours???I love it’
'hi~ would you like to do a pt.2 every 2 hours? ??pls~ ?’

Okie, okie, Anonnies~! I’ll do my best to please you hehe!

Part 1: http://bangtan-imagine.tumblr.com/post/118539485977/every-2-hours-suga-oneshot

Member: Yoongi/Suga
Genre: Fluff
Length: Short/ Medium

THIS REALLY WONT MAKE ANY SENSE IF YOU DONT READ THE FIRST ONE~


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God did he want to wake you up, and spend the time he wanted to with you but he couldn’t bring himself to disturb your sleeping face. You looked so peaceful, so far away from those deep seated worries he knew lay inside of you. He couldn’t help himself, watching you was so relaxing - no matter how much he valued his sleep, with such an opportunity how could he? For you, his crush of three years, were sleeping soundly next to him - in all your glory. It wasn’t the morning anymore, more the afternoon but waking you seemed unjust so he left you, sleeping the hours away, your body repairing slowly after a day of pain, drugs and travel. The world was dark and dreary outside, spring showers coming in full fashion but the pitter-patter of the rain on him window made you lull even further in to your sleep, cuddling your Yoongi-scented pillow. And it was heavenly.

Just a few more hours, for the both of you. Laying next to each other innocently, unaware of the burning feelings that filled your young minds. Watching you…dreaming of him.

You yawned lightly, ruffling the light white sheets and rubbing your eye with your free hand. Gently you pushed yourself up, scanning the room in a quizzical fashion but then realising the occurrences of the day before, you smiled to yourself. Lightly you moaned, the pain in your wrist becoming present as you clicked your neck from side to side. You placed your hand next to you, landing on a warm arm. Yoongi, after all the time spent marvelling at your pretty face, had fallen asleep next to you. Unwillingly of course, if he could he’d spend all of his hours watching you… Protecting you. His skin was so smooth and pale that it nearly blended in with the pillow he rested his pretty head on. You fought the urge to stay and sit, waiting for him to wake, and swung your legs over the edge, pushing yourself up with your free hand. A little unsteady on your feet, you waddled out of the room, still unsure of the layout of his apartment due to the fact you were carried in half-asleep.

Pictures of family, friends littered his front room in a stylish fashion, along with the decor that had both a hint of coldness but still felt like a home. The living room split off into a kitchen diner, scattered with dishes and cutlery. You laughed, glancing at the little doodle drawn on his fridge whiteboard, along with a few profanities which made you shake and hang your head.
“Prescription, perscrition…” You whispered, searching around, being careful not to wake the sleeping pile in the bedroom. Finally your eyes zoned in on a white package on the counter top, you quickly waddled over and opened it, removing the cap and taking out two round white pills.
“Water.” You spoke, spinning around, doing your best to reach up to one of the cupboards with your free arm. As if in slow motion, glass from one of the cupboards went hurtling towards the floor, landing with a crash and shattering on the floor, “Shit!” You yelled, squealing slightly at the shards of glass on the floor.

Yoongi groans, sitting up in bed and yawning lightly - sleep schedule completely gone out of the window,
“Ah what the fuck?” He croaks out pulling his beanie over his eyes before lazily standing up, he hears you whisper and suck in sharply as if you were in pain. This made his ears perk and him quickly rush out of the bedroom and into the kitchen, “y-y/n?!” He speaks, seeing you on the kitchen floor, clutching your finger which had been cut slightly from the glass, “shit, shit.” He whispers, quickly slipping on a pair of shoes that were left by the door and run towards you, “move.”
“I’m sorry…” You hang your head, and stare downwards
“It’s just a glass…” He retorts, “now as I said, move.”
“How the fuck am I supposed to move without shredding my feet?” You ask as Yoongi shakes his head and taps his foot before pointing his finger into the air in a 'got it~’ sort’ve fashion
“Up we go.” He puffed, leaning down to you, grabbing underneath your arms and pushing you against him, being careful to not hurt your wrist and now finger further. He let out a loud breath before standing up and waddling away from the glass, you giggled heartily, your legs swaying from side to side as he laughed against you. He placed you down and urged you to sit on the couch as he cleaned, of course you protested, but Mr. Stubborn wouldn’t take that of course. You sat cross-legged on the couch, finger in mouth, trying to suck the blood away.
“Plaster for m'lady!” Yoongi laughed handing you a surprisingly camp plaster with pink bows all over, you looked at it quizzically and laughed, not even questioning. Then he returned to the kitchen, “yah, take your pills!” He yelled, throwing you two white discs along with some bottled water - you shouted a quick thanks before forcing your head back.

Yoongi huffed, taking the dustpan and brush and carefully brushing away the glass. He poured the shards into the bin until his attention focused on your prescription, he took it in his hand and read the label,
'After the first giving dose of these painkillers, effects should wear off within two hours. Afterwards, they should be given once every four hours.’
And with this, the following night rushed through his mind. Everything clicked and he barely held in a squeal of joy. He calmed himself and placed your pills next to the fridge before waltzing to the living room and settling next to you.

“Out with it.” He whispered, staring forward, a smile plastered on to his still slightly sleepy dishevelled face. You’re not going to lie, he did look a little insane, his pale face being lit up by white teeth and pink gums.
“Wh-what?” You asked, squirming a little and moving back in your seat
“Do you think I wouldn’t notice?” He asked, turning to you, “every two hours, Y/n. You like me and I know you do.” He smiled, moving to his knees and facing towards you - hovering closer and closer, “and I hope this is good news but I do too… So if that’s okay with you, I’d like our first kiss to be as crazy as this, would you?” He asked, consent of course being at the front of his mind even though the answer was obvious. It wasn’t some sick hallucination, formed by the painkillers. The boy you’d had your eye on for as long as you’d seen him, with that perfect jawline and deep hardwood eyes, just found you out and hadn’t shamed you for it. He was there. You were there. And you nodded.

He brought his hand to your cheek and rubbed his thumb down your skin slowly, leaning in and placing a chaste kiss against your lips. Those beautiful slightly-chapped but plump pink lips were touching yours, those lips you’d fantasised about for so so long. God, was it worth it, “I want you to stay with me…” He pulled away and mocked whilst laughing, furrowing his brows as you hit his arms playfully. Getting your own back, you remembered that sensation from last night - you stood up and placed yourself in front of him, placing a light kiss on his forehead and walking off before he could process your retort. You laughed and skipped away, running to the dining table - hearing him step up and chase you. He laughed so hard, and you allowed him to do this; to be himself.


“Y/n, you come here right now, oh my god. I said I’d never hurt an injured person but boy was I wrong. You’re gonna get it now! Get here right now!”


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Ah, I still think this is shit. But still. I hope it’s okay~

anonymous asked:

Hi there I was wondering who do you think the 5 liars celebrity style icons were :)

This is such a cool question!!!! OBS: I’m not saying these celebrities have similar style to the characters, I just think the styles have some similarities and the celebrity could give some inspiration to the character. Also, this is my personal opinion; If anyone reading this has any ideas, feel free to send them :) I’d love to know what you guys think!

Ok, so, for Spencer, the first one that comes to my mind is Alexa Chung. She knows how to play with preppy and edgy and really balance both styles! Here, here, here, here and here are some of her outfits that I think would inspire Spencer’s style (just maybe with different shoes). Another one would be Taylor Swift. Although her style is a bit more girly than Spencer’s, some of her more preppy/vintage-looking outfits really remind me of Spencer’s style. Here, here, here, here and here are some examples. She always looks so put-together and plays the chic-but-casual card like no one else - except Spencer! 

For Hanna, it’s a bit harder because her style seems to change a bit every season - and it made a major turn on season 5. For her current edgy style, I think it could be a bit of Kylie Jenner (here and here), a bit of Ashley Benson herself (here and here) and maybe Shanina Shaik (here and here).

For Alison, it’s a bit harder because her style isn’t as easy to identify as the other girls’, because she only recently returned to the show as a regular character, didn’t stay for long and didn’t develop a signature style. We do know, though, that she seems to like girly outfits, so I think it could be Taylor Swift (herehere and here) and Lauren Conrad’s clothing line for Kohl’s (everything, really).

For Emily, I think it’d be celebrities that are a bit more on the basic, low-key, casual style. I was thinking Kristen Stewart (here), Nikki Reed (here and here), Sara Carbonero (here and here) and maybe model-off-duty style like Joan Smalls (here).

Aria is the hardest one. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything quite like her style. Although it has gotten a bit more “normal”during season 5, I still think she’s very bold, very original, a risk taker, so I don’t think she’d get inspiration directly from certain outfits, but from the courage and the originality of certain celebrities, such as Solange Knowles when Aria is feeling colorful, Vanessa Hudgens when Aria feels a bit more boho, and maybe bloggers and internet celebrities. Also, fashion week street style!!

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I saw the top image awhile ago in this Urbanite post (though they unfortunately didn’t credit the source and while I did my best to find the original with a Google reverse image search, I didn’t have any luck.), which was actually for the Louboutins. I could never walk in skyscraper heels, so while I appreciate them from a certain viewpoint (that viewpoint being that they’re worn by anybody but me because I would break all of my leg bones and my neck), my eyes went right to that heart-stopping red lips clutch instead.

I didn’t know who made it, so I just Googled “red lips clutch” and found it right away. And look! It’s only $420!!!!!!!!!!

Go fuck yourself, Lulu Guinness.

evermore-thefiregirl asked:

Alright I understand that requests are closed. But I had thought. A Gajevy headcannon based off of the song "paralyzier" by finger eleven. I could see Gajeel watching levy at a club she is a little tipsy and dancing. Please please write a drabble on this. I have tried but I came out like poop :'(. I'm sorry *cringes waiting for the worst responce*

i seem to be struck by you

Gajeel nursed his drink as he stared across the club, doing his best to ignore the extremely off-key rendition of what used to be a song he liked.

He hated karaoke.

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