New Artist: DEAN

Here’s a new artist  to check out: Singer-songwriter DEAN.

The Future R&B singer just released his latest single on July 19, “I’m Not Sorry,” which features Eric Bellinger, and previously released his first solo single “Here and Now,” featuring Motown singer Mila J, on June 3.

DEAN has also gotten attention from other American musicians and artists and has collaborated with Soulection Crew member Esta and singer-songwriter Anderson Paak, among others.

The 22-year-old singer got his start in music at age 16 and by age 18 had a publishing contract as a multi-platinum songwriter, selling over 1 million units.

Influenced by 90s rhythm and blues, R&B, trap music, and UK garage and indie rock, DEAN has created a hybrid sound that is uniquely his own. He said he is inspired by fashion, film and pop culture, with his personal idol being U.S. actor James Dean.

“Fashion is really important to making an artist iconic and it’s really important to the artistry. Just listening to the music has passed. It’s a visible culture and more than the music. Artists need something extra to become iconic,” he said.

He said he is also inspired by artists such as Childish Gambino, Cashmere Cat and Chance the Rapper, and hopes to someday collaborate with them and make a “memorable impact on music history.”

Check out his singles and stay tuned for more updates on DEAN.

anonymous asked:

What's your favourite body part of Chanyeol?

Everyone is going to expect me to say his legs or his fingers, but I have the lamest answer ever. I love his ears. I honestly mean that. Like I think they’re his most defining feature & they make him the lovable idiot that he is. He likes when people touch them & I think it’s the cutest thing. I’d tug on one of them if I ever met him… & then I’d quickly run away because that shit would be embarrassing. @___@ xo




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Trickster Treats

Pairing: Reader + Gabriel, featuring Sam and Dean

Author: khorybannefin

Author Gender: Female

Reader Gender: Female

Word Count: 4334

Summary: After a very rough hunt the reader decides to go full California club girl. Ends up picking up a guy only to find out he’s the archangel Gabriel.

Warnings: Bad language, hunting violence

“This Was Quite Unexpected”- Louis Tomlinson (Request)

*Five Months Ago*

You were tired. Tired of the countless arguments, and the never ending bickering. Hurt over the stream of short responses, and lack of affection. 

You loved Louis with everything you had in your body. He was first for a multitude of events, and whilst you wouldn’t change it, you wish that these present moments would change.

You two never talked. Or kissed. Or hugged. It was just becoming to painful to even sleep in the same bed as Louis.

He was out quite a bit now. Hanging out with the lads and going to after-parties without inviting you. 

He had the respect to come home before you had gone to sleep and would never walk through the front door drunk. After the four years of being with you, he vowed to himself that he would never ever do what your father did to you, coming home plastered every night, talking down to you as if you were a child. Even if you two were arguing, he never wanted to hurt you in a place he worked so hard to mend.

He loved you more than you could ever possibly understand. But he was scared. Actually he was petrified. He didn’t know where the relationship with you was going to go. He had bought an engagement ring a few weeks prior, as soon as he asked your mother for permission to marry you, he went to the jeweler, buying a ring that he had picked out a few days before. 

As soon as that ring was in his hands he didn’t know what to do. So instead of talking to you, he retreated. Talking less and less. Going out and not inviting you to join him. 

It killed him every time he saw you cry. Even a dried tear when he was falling asleep, it made his heart clench in his chest. He just didn’t know what to do.

You were anxious and sad, knowing that either you leaving or Louis leaving was going to happen sooner than later. And once you told him that you were pregnant, you knew it was going to be Louis that would walk away.


You found out at the beginning of the week, after you noticed that your period had skipped and you started to feel lightheaded in the early hours of the morning. 

As soon as the test came back positive, you cried. Not from happiness, like most other expecting mothers, but from fear and sadness. Sadness that you knew your baby wasn’t going to have a father, or that you weren’t going to have the love of your life next to you to raise the child you made together.

You cried for a bit, sitting on your bed that you used to share with Louis and tucking your knees close to your body. After a whilst, you stood up, walking straight to the closet across the hall and taking the largest duffle and suitcase you could grab, putting all of your clothes and toiletries in the two, before closing and zipping the bags. You set the two by the door, taking your chargers and other necessities in your purse before walking over to the desk. You sit down gently, your body tired from the mix of lack of sleep and crying, and take out the closest piece of paper, letting the pen hit the paper.

Dear Louis,

I want to say that I love you first and foremost. I love you more than anything that has ever walked the Earth. You’ve made me so happy these last four years, and for a long time I know that I made you happy, too. I don’t know what’s happened between us, Lou, but it hurts so much. I don’t want to keep up the silence. I’m tired, baby. I am. I want to be with you forever, but this isn’t how I want it to be.

I’m sorry.

I love you,


You got up from the chair, taking the piece of paper and laying it on his pillow gently. You walk over to the doorway, taking your bags and keys, and walk out of the house, getting into your car and driving away, refusing to look back.


“When were you going to tell me you were pregnant?” Louis yelled as soon as you opened your front door. His voice cracked, a pained expression across his features.

In front of you stood the love of your life, the man that you gave your everything to. But he wasn’t that person anymore. He wasn’t the soft and caring man that made you weak at the knees. He was distant and cold, his eyes were red-rimmed, and the stubble on his cheeks were forming a beard.

“Louis, I-” you start, your voice becoming weak as soon as you see a tear start to fall down his cheek. He steps inside, shutting the door behind him as you move back towards the lounge. Louis steps out of his trainers, rubbing his hands across his face.

“Just tell me the truth, Y/N. You know how hard it’s been without you? And now I get to find out that you’re pregnant from the magazines? I miss you more than I could ever explain, and I know I fucked up. I do. You gave me the best four years of my life. I can’t explain to how much this hurts me,” Louis says, his eyes welling with tears as he steps closer to you.

“This hurts you?” you say, voice cracking as you speak, tears falling down your cheeks, one rushing up to catch the moisture and the other holding delicately to your belly. The bump becoming much bigger by the week, and normally you would smile, but at the moment, there was nothing on your face but a scowl. “How do you think I feel? I’ve been to every appointment alone, Louis! No one to hold my hand when I heard her heartbeat for the first time. No one to talk to the midwife with me about a birth plan, or who I would have in the hospital room with me. I cried myself to sleep for a straight month when I found out. I had no one to talk to, or to hug me, or to help me when I was sick at four in the morning. Don’t talk to me about how this hurts you, okay?”

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I am so beyond sorry,” Louis whispers, pulling you into his chest, wrapping his arms tight against your body, your baby bump pressing against his belly, causing a tiny smile to grace his face as he presses his lips to the crown of your head. “I am so sorry, but I need you to know that I never stopped loving you. I love you more than anything in this world, Y/N. I want you with me again. I want us to live together and build a nursery for our little girl. I want us to be a family. I promise to never, ever let you go again.”

“How do I know that you mean everything you just said?” you hiccup, pulling your arms from around his torso and swiping your fingers under your eyes, your hands shaking as you put them down.

“Because,” Louis says, his hands shaking as he reached into his pocket, lowering down to one knee. He slides the quaint box out and into the palm of his hand, reaching and grabbing your left hand from your stomach, ghosting over your belly in the process.

“Louis, no-” you start, stopping immediately as soon as you feel Louis’ hand touch yours, sparks flying through your skin.

“Y/N, I love you with everything in my body, soul, mind, and everything else that I can ever find to love you with. You make my world. Every moment I’m with you, I thank God that I have you. I was the largest idiot to ever let you go. Truthfully, I was scared. I was scared that you wouldn’t say yes when I proposed as I planned five months ago. I was scared that I wouldn’t live up to be the man you deserve to marry. I was scared that I wouldn’t be able to give you everything you wanted, because you deserved everything and anything that has ever been. I love you so so much, and I never ever stopped thinking about you. We made a baby together. A little girl. And I swear she is going to be just like her Mummy, because God knows you’re perfect. You were meant to be a mother, Y/N. And I can’t imagine not being here to see it. I want you both in my life forever. No hesitations involved. With that being said,” Louis sniffles, chuckling as you use your other hand to wipe the stray tear from his face, “Y/N, will you marry me?”

“Yes. Yes, Louis,” you giggle, smiling widely as soon as he stands up, sliding the ring on your finger, and leaning in to kiss you. You press your hands against his cheeks, deepening the kiss with everything you had been holding in for the time you spent apart, every emotion passing through, love being the only to stick to both of you. Louis’ arms tighten around your torso, letting go lightly as soon as a flutter is felt against his abdomen. Letting your lips go from his, he leans back, pressing his hands against your tummy, and smiling widely as he feels the sensation again. “Lou, that was her first kick.”

“Oh my God,” he smiles, pressing another tight kiss to your lips before moving lower, letting his face come right to the place where he felt the tiny kick against him. “Hi, angel. I’m Daddy. I promise with all me, to never leave you or your Mumma ever, yeah? You mean so much to me, baby girl. I love you so much.”

You swipe a stray tear away from your cheek, groaning a bit as your daughter pushes towards Louis’ face. “I’m sorry, Y/N,” Louis chuckles, placing a hand against the foot that rested against your side, standing up and looking down at you, pressing another kiss to your lips.


“I love you so much, y’know?” Louis whispers, the lights in your bedroom were off, the comforter was covering you and Louis from the harsh rain passing through the night.

“I love you, too. I missed you, Lou,” you yawn, laying your head on his shoulder and leaning your arms to hang loosely over his waist.

“I missed you, too, baby. But I promise you, I’m going to love you forever, and you’re never going to have to miss me again,” he says, pressing his lips against your forehead. “I love you,” he murmurs, laying his hand on your stomach, smiling as he feels his daughter foot press against him another time.

Hey, sweet peas.

As promised, here is the last Louis imagine. I am now a third of the way caught up. I’ve got a two Niall imagines to do tomorrow morning and afternoon, and the five Harry requests to finish by Friday.

After those are all done, I’m going to take a few days, finishing reading my book for school, and do that project, this way I can be fully committed to writing every day. Is that alright?

Send in any feedback or questions. Thank you for all of your support.

All the love,

Caitlin xxx

it’s almost 1 in the morning and while attending to my hygeine I realized that the hidden feature of geotagging photos that provides a way for people to know where a picture was taken, which has caused problems for wildlife preservation societies and wildlife photographers (and the wildlife they are trying to preserve!), because people will lift the information from the geotagging and go hunting endangered animals for sport, MEANS

it is technically possible to dox a bear

r-ichbxtch asked:


1. First impression: wow she looks really freakin cool
2. Truth is: I still think you’re really cool, and a bad bitch✨
3. How old do you look: 21
4. Have you ever made me laugh: yup
5. Have you ever made me mad: nope.
6. Best feature: honestly everything about you is perfect
7. Have I ever had a crush on you: nada
8. You’re my: well on of my favorite blogs/bloggers
9. Name in my phone: don’t have your number lmao
10. Should you post this too: yeah why not