593!!!!!!!

Some Data on Why Streaming is Needed

These are the latest stats on Louis: 

Spotify

- Global. As frustrating as it is, Louis is stuck at number 51 and is therefore invisible on the Global Charts. The differences he needs to make up for with number 50?  1,143,550 -  1,138,677 = 4873 daily streams more. 

- US. He is at 56. Improved from 58, but still invisible. Difference to make up for with number 40 (a debut within top 40 would break the Beatles’ record):  424,495 -  322,902 = 101,593 daily streams more. To be visible at all, the difference would be 39,450 additional daily streams. 

- UK. He is at 57. It’s an improvement from 61 where he was before, but again. He remains invisible. The difference to make up for with number 8 (per his stance in the midweek charts): 249,933  -  82,866 = 167,067 daily streams more. I don’t see that happening. If he wants to be visible at all - the difference would be 17480 daily streams more. That at least should be doable. 


iTunes: 

- Global. Currently ranked 11, but over the last 24 hours he dropped 5 places. The difference to get him back to the Top 5 and therefore visible? About 6000 additional sales. 

- US. Currently ranked 22. For the Top 5, he’d need about 5000 additional sales. 

- UK. Currently ranked 13. For the Top 5, he’d need about 1000 additional sales. 


Radioplay will help, but as you can see, the streaming differences are way too big to be solved just by a bit of airplay. We have to try harder. 

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Famous In Love || Part 2

Summary: Tom and reader have been together for a years, but he breaks it off because his career is starting to develop more, unbeknownst that the reader is pregnant with his child.

Warnings: Heart Broken, sad, fluff, missing someone?

Word Count: 2,593

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

A/N: Hope you like it

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You didn’t think you’d become a parent at such an age. You thought you were going to end up as one of those school drop-outs. But your mother made sure to never let that happen to you. She always told you school was your number one priority…kind of hard to focus on school when your caring for a 3 year old. Although your mother always had the right things to say when it came to situations like these. “You’re not dropping out of school. Take your college classes online if you have to! But your are not going to quit on having a great career” She’d remind you over and over again until it was fully embedded in your brain. 

She helped out in more ways than one. Your mother was basically raising two children. You and your little girl. You couldn’t thank her enough.

“Shhh shh shh shh” You coed, rocking Alinine in your arms. She started crying because you somehow ended up misplacing her blanket. So all you could do was hold her in comfort, while also trying to finish an assignment on your laptop.

“Mom any luck?” You whined over your shoulder.

“Found it!” As if two simple little words couldn’t make you relieved.

“Here you go sweetie” Your mom said caressing Alinine’s hair back.

Once the blanket was back in her embrace she stopped crying. She cuddled up against you mostly falling asleep. All the crying had worn her out. Your daughter could not live without her precious soft blankie. And if there was no blankie, there would be no way to control her. It was her stubbornness that always made it difficult for her to listen to you. Wonder where she gets it from…You thought.

Your mother noticed that she was out like a light. “I’ll go put her in her bed” Your mother told you as she scooped her up in her arms taking her away.

You let out a sigh and ran your hands over your face and hair. You wondered how you haven’t given up yet. Sure your daughter took a toll on sometimes, but you now couldn’t imagine your life without her. She kept you grounded when you thought you couldn’t do this. It was hard enough that your friends considered you a whore. Now all you had was your mother and daughter to turn to. They were your light when you were in a place of pure darkness.

“You okay honey. You look a bit out of it” You mother sat down next to you on the couch.

“M’okay” You gave her a slight smile.

“You shouldn’t stress yourself” She gently held your hand in yours. Her thumb gently rubbing circles on the top of your hand.

“I know. I j-just I don’t know how I’m going to do it all”.

“Hey we got this, okay? We just have to do it one step at a time” She pushed a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“Besides if you are stressed, it’s okay to go have some time for yourself. Go on date! You know you’re able to do that right?” 

“Oh, I’m well aware” You nodded.

“Then go have a night to yourself” You mom encouraged.

“Tomorrow I have to finish my essay” You motioned towards the laptop sitting on your lap.

“Okay but don’t stress yourself out, and go to bed early” She kissed your head and walked back upstairs to her bedroom. You nodded and prepared yourself for the longest night of your life.


The next day you signed up for one of those online dating websites. You set of a profile with a decent picture of yourself. You gave a description about yourself saying what you loved to do and some interest you had. Although the only thing you didn’t mention was that you were a single mother with a daughter. You first had to see how your date(s) turned out. Then you’d spill the big surprise on them.

“How do I look mom” You looked at her through your mirror smooth out the creases in your dress.

“I think you look hot!” She beamed making you laugh.

“I can’t remember the last time I’ve felt this great”.

“Well you look great honey”.

“Thanks mom” You turned around and gave her a tight hug.

Just as you hugged her you heard the doorbell go off. “Oh he’s here I better go” You said grabbing your purse and coat, and descended down the stairs. Before you could open the door Alinine approached you.

“Mama” She rubbed her eyes. 

“I’ll be home soon I promise” You told her.

You picked her up giving her a kiss before passing her over to your mom.

“Okay I should go now, bye sweetie” You kissed her one more time.

You opened the door to reveal your date all dressed up with a smile plastered on his face. “You must be Ryan nice to meet you” You held out your hand to shake his.

“The pleasures all mine, nice to finally meet you Y/N” He kissed the top of your hand.

“Like wise” You smiled.

“Shall we then”

“We shall” He offered you his arm and walked you to in black new BMW.

“Nice car” You offered a small smile.

“You like. I just got brand new rims on this bad boy!” He patted the roof of his car. He unwrapped your arm and opened the door for you.

“My lady” He smiled.

“Thank you” You smiled.

He closed your door and got in on his side. He started the car up and drove off to the restaurant. You made small talk on the way there. 

Once you finally arrived he got out but quickly went over to open your door again. Quite the gentlemen in your opinion. He offered you his hand and helped you out. You both walked to the main entrance where a man in a tie and vest greeted you with a clipboard and a pen.

“Good evening how may I help you two?” The man greeted.

“Reservations for two. It’s under the name Carter”. 

“Ah yes Mr. Carter right this way” He motioned for you two to follow him with to menus in his hand.

“Here you are” He presented you your table that seemed to have a great view of outside. Ryan pulled out your chair and you gladly sat down. He took his seat across from you. 

“Can I start you off with some drinks?” The waiter that walked up to your table asked.

“I’ll take a beer”.

“I’ll have red wine please” You smiled at the waiter.

“Coming right up” They walked away leaving you and Ryan alone.

“So tell me about yourself Mr. Carter” You teased with a smile plastered on your face, which made him let out a chuckle.

“Um I’m an engineer. I’m almost done getting my degree in teaching. Um…I’m really glad you agreed to meet up with me” He smiled at you.

“I’m glad too” You beamed.

“So what about you? What do you do?” He leaned forward in his sit.

“I’m in my second year at college, I want to become a (career) when I’m older. I just feel as though I can really make a difference you know”.

“Oh I totally know what you mean”.

“Okay now lets get a little more personal” He spoke softly.

“Okay?” You giggled.

“Favorite color?” He asked with a serious face.

“Um Y/F/C, yours?”.

“Mines green”.

“Favorite movie?” You asked.

“Ooh that’s a tough one, but I’ll have to go with the Longest Yard” (It’s an Adam Sandlers movie by the way). 

“I’d have to say my favorite is Y/F/M”.

“Favorite hobby?” He asked next.

“Um Y/F/H”

“Mine would be fixing up cars”.

“That’s sounds cool” You gave a small smile.

“Oh it is!” Ryan beamed. 

He then spent twenty minutes talking about his precious cars and how much work some would need to look good as new. If you were being honest you were bored out of your mind. Ryan seemed decent but it was obvious what his intentions were in the near future.

“So have you ever thought about having children?” You cut off his rather annoying rant about his stupid Mercedes.

“Oh…um honestly its never really crossed my mind. I think kids are great, but I don’t plan on having any kids until i’m at least 40. Kids would be an absolute distraction right now”. That’s all you needed to hear.

“Why do you ask?” He gazed at you curiously.

“Umm…I just wanted to know how you felt about kids. Ya know getting to know you more ha…and now that I do I think I should mention that I have a daughter who’s one” You whispered that last bit.

“Y-you have a daughter?” He repeated.

“Yes. She’s so wonderful and beautiful” You beamed happily.

“What’s her name?” He asked.

“Her name is Alinine Primlet” You smiled.

“She sounds like a great kid” He clasped his hands together.

“She is…” You muttered.

“Um would you excuse me for minute I need to use the restroom” He told you.

“Um sure” You nodded.

He fully stood up walking in the direction of the bathroom. You sat there patiently drinking your wine. So many things were running in your head. Was it the best idea to mention your daughter? Does he want to go on a second date? Was this a great idea after all…

You picked at your food. Fifteen minutes had passed and he still hadn’t returned. You thought of the worst possible scenario but didn’t want to think it was true. That is until a waitress walked up to you with a pitiful smile on her face confirming your thought.

“Excuse me miss?”

“Yes?” You eyed her curiously.

“A man wanted me to tell you that he payed for the meal and that it was a pleasure meeting you” She gave you a sad smile.

“He ditched me…” You mumbled to yourself.

“I’m sorry miss would you care for an appetizer to take home, its on the house” She kindly offered.

“Um…I think I’m good. Thank you though” You smiled gently at her. You stood up grabbing your coat and purse. You left feeling miserable. How did you not see this happening? You were too caught trying to find love in your life again that you missed out the part were the guy could be a total asshole. He didn’t even bother offering you a ride. You started your walk home. As if it couldn’t get any worse, your heel broke. You had to retreat back home barefoot. It felt like an eternity, but once you were face to face with your front door you let everything out. 

You crumbled to the floor sobbing your eyes out. This was not how you imagined your night would turn out. You were sobbing so loud you didn’t hear the door open up behind you. Your mother noticed your state and helped you off the floor into your home. 

“Oh honey. What happened?” She caressed your hairs back.

“H-he.. left… m-me!” You cried out.

“How dare he! No one hurts my baby” She hugged you tightly.

“Don’t you worry about it Y/n. There is going to be other guys, not all of them are the same, okay” She stared into your Y/E/C.

“O-okay” You sniffled.


You waited over a year to try again. Alinine now being two and saying much more words. She surprised you in many different ways possible. She was walking much more than she did last time. Every time you looked at her, you just wished you could give her the world because that’s how much she was worth it. She deserved a wonderful childhood and an amazing father figure. The one thing she lacked of.

You entered the house sighing.

“How was it!” Your mom beamed.

You shook your head no.

“Oh no what’d he do?” She asked.

“Well this one wasn’t as worse than that Ryan guy, this one at least had the guts to tell me he didn’t want a second date. I don’t know what happened!? The date was going great. Then he brought up family. I told him about Alinine, then he straight up told me, “This isn’t going to work out, I can’t date someone who’s already been knocked up. Then he drove me home” You stared at your mom with an emotionless expression.

“What a jerk! Then again he didn’t make you walk” She exclaimed.

“Tell me about it” You plopped down next to her on the couch.

“Hey look on the bright side there’s plenty of fish in the sea” She reassured your sadness.

“Yeah…” You nodded.

“Where’s Alinine?” You looked around the house.

“She’s someone around here” Your mom informed you

You got up and searched for your little troublemaker. You searched all the bedrooms which were empty.

“Ali!” You called out to her.

“Mommy” She came running down the stairs holding something in her hands.

“Oh look at you! Hi baby what you got there” You took what appeared to be a picture out of her tiny hands.

“Dada” She spoke surprising you. You looked stunned at her words. She was a smart little girl which still amazed you to this day. So it didn’t surprise you when she’d start asking for her daddy.

“Yes baby…that’s dada” You whispered leaning your head on hers as it rest on your shoulders. You stared down at the picture of you and Tom. You two were on a date and one of your friends just happened to have a camera and snapped the picture.


Another year passed and here you were, now twenty years old and Alinine three soon to be four. You were on yet another date. You thought for sure that this guy was the one, but he proved you wrong once again.

“So that was a disappointment” You closed the door behind you walking into the living room.

“That’s was definitely the worst first date mom!” You motioned your arms in a no manner.

“You said that about the last guys” She pointed out.

“I can’t do this anymore! I’ve tried and I’ve tried mom. What’s wrong with me!” You sobbed out.

“Y/N L/N nothing is wrong with you! If those jerks can’t see how great you are then they’re not worth your time or your tears. I know you wanted to get out there and meet new people, but you are doing just fine without a guy honey” She rubbed your back in a soothing manner. You breathed in and out trying to compose yourself.

“Thanks mom you always know the right things to say”.

“That’s because I know how to cheer up my girls” She smiled down at you.

Just then Ali walked up to you guys asking for you to play her favorite movie Moana knowing how many types you’ve watched it. You practically knew it by heart now. And no matter how many times you got annoyed re-watching it over and over again. It was a sacrifice you were willng to make to see that precious smile of hers.

“One Moana movie coming right up! You beamed pulling her into your lap.

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“ I totally disagree when people say that Chloe can be a better person than Lila. We don’t know Lila’s reason to lie. A friend of mine used to lie to us, saying she knew many famous people (like Lila said she knew Ladybug). She did that because she was afraid we’d reject her if she weren’t “cool”. When we realized she was lying, no one screamed at her for lying. I actually said that she’d get friends just being herself, and not telling lies.” 

Anything, Everything 2/2

Summary: If she could be anything she ever wanted, it would be the one he loved. [Request] Part 2 of 2. 

Word count: 593

A/N: Feedback is always appreciated! And I just reached 600 followers I am so thankful for every single one of you

PART 1


Four days.

It took every ounce of courage to bring himself up to her front door. He hates how Michele was right— he was a goddamn coward. He can beat men twice his size and hold up a fucking six wheeler truck but at this very moment is where he was at his weakest.

Maybe it was the thought of losing his best friend, breaking her heart without even knowing. So with shaking hands and uneven breaths, he rings the doorbell.

He expects to see her mother, mentally preparing himself to greet her as politely as possible but he freezes when the brown of his eyes finally meet hers for the first time in four days, dressed in her pajamas with her glasses ever so slightly slipping down the bridge of her nose.

Peter’s mind goes blank, worry flowing back inside of him. “Hey.” He manages to stutter, tilting his head to the side. “Can we talk?”

Y/N doesn’t say anything and lets him in the comfort of her home, clearing her throat as she brushes the hair off of her face. “My parents aren’t home for the night.”

“You left.” He immediately states, recalling the event from nights before.

“I didn’t want to intrude.”

“That’s bullshit.” Peter almost yells, but he doesn’t his anger to get the best of him.

“I don’t know why it was so hard for me to get over you when you were never even mine to begin with.” She tried so hard. She tried so fucking hard but she was drawn to him, it was almost damaging.

It takes awhile for her words to process. “Why me, Y/N?” His hand rubs over his face in. She looks away and focuses on the sound of thunder coming from the dark sky instead. A deep sigh escapes her lips.

“It wasn’t hard to fall for someone like you, Peter.” She explains. “I should be angry but I’m not. Even if you didn’t love me back then.”

“How long?” He whispers.

“Two years.” There are days where she’d feel sorry for herself and it terrified her to admit everything as she answered him.

Peter gulps, nodding his head. “I love you now. I’ll love you tomorrow and the day after.” He doesn’t believe that he deserved someone as heartfelt and as good as her.

“Do you think you can give me a chance?”

A small smile begins to appear on her lips but she doesn’t respond, silence washing over the both of them. There’s too much going on in her mind right now that she’s unsure of how to react. But she had loved him in every way possible, past Spiderman and all the additional bruises every week because time and time again would she wish that he would wake up one morning and realize that she was the one all along.

We would do the most reckless things for the people we love and it was beautiful and agonizing all at once, tiring and stupid because she hasn’t given up since.

Perhaps it was worth it.

“I know you’re still upset and you have every right to be, but I’ll give you time. As much as you need.”

Every word spoken by him were sinking in deeper than ever. “I don’t think I can wait any longer.” Y/N says. She’s leaning into him and her lips are suddenly on his and it takes him by surprise but he melts into her touch. She was always longing to belong and she’s never felt happier in his arms.


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XNTJ vs XNTP Science

XNTJ Science: Now that I’ve found the most probabilistic event that’ll occur from this experiment without actually doing it, I should have a good idea of what I’m looking for to see that if my hypothesis is correct.

XNTP Science: I had an idea late at night and set up a thing. I dunno what’ll do, but there’s a good chance that’ll cure cancer or blow up the planet. Welp. *starts test*

The Jitters//Jughead Jones (smut)

Request:
86.“What, does that feel good?”
87.“Are you wearing my shirt?”

Words: 593 words of sIN

Warnings: THE SEXUALS kind of, cursing,,, iNaPrOpRiAtE fOr YoUnG cHiLdReN

A/N: um I hope this is what the requestor wanted,,,, didn’t know what else to take 86 as except smut 😂😂THIS IS MY FIRST SMUT IM GOING IN BASED OFF OBSERVATION, SRRY IF IT SUCKS, ITS RLLY SHORt, THATS WHAT SHE SAID, BYE

“Y/n … Are you wearing my shirt?” You look up from the contents of your locker to see Jughead staring at you intently.

“Uh, yeah. You left it at my house and I like wearing your clothes,” you respond. “Why, is it bothering you?”

“No, of course not, it’s just … Never mind. See you in class,” Jug kisses you on the cheek before waltzing off.

***

For the rest of the day, Jughead acted weird.

It was like he had the jitters, leg always bouncing or fingers always tapping. And when he wasn’t moving a body part, he was staring at you.

You didn’t question it, as it was Jughead. It was in his nature to do strange things.

He kept up with his weird behavior throughout the day, and you almost giggled every time his leg would start bouncing. Even if you didn’t understand why, it was still amusing.

***

At the end of the day, you made your way to the Blue and Gold. Usually after school you would stop by to see Jughead before you went home for the day.

You walk down the hallway in a giddy mood, still thinking about Jughead’s odd behaviors.

Basically skipping into the room, you enter to see Jughead typing away on his laptop.

“Hey Juggie, what article you working on?” You go behind him, leaning your face on his shoulder. He slowly shuts his laptop, making you back away from him a little,“Everything alright, Jug?”

He stands up from his chair, walking toward the door.

“Jughead, I-” he proceeds to shut the door, locking it. Now you were really confused. “Jughead, what the hell is going on?”

He turns around, walking toward you again. You hadn’t noticed how close to the wall you were from backing up earlier.

When he reaches you, the only thing you feel next is his lips on yours, your back hitting the hard surface of the wall, and his hands on your waist.

You break apart for air, and stare at him confused.

“What’s going on, Y/n, is you’re wearing my shirt with those shorts,” he says between breaths.

Your lips upturn into a smirk instantly, and you lean closer to his ear and whisper,“And what exactly is wrong with that?”

He returns a smirk, and his hands move from your hips to the top of your shorts,“You look way too damn good.”

He unbuttons your shorts and unzips them, his fingers instantly sliding into your underwear, meeting your wet core.

He starts to roughly rub your clit, before sliding his fingers inside of you, pulling back and forth at a rapid pace. You open your mouth to moan, but the sound gets lost in the pleasure you’re feeling.

“What?” He chuckles,“Does that feel good?”

You can’t say anything so you just nod, leaning toward him and pressing his hand against you even more.

“J-Jesus Christ, I’m about to-” His fingers slide out of you almost instantly when a knock is heard.

“Jug? Why is this door locked?” You hear the voice of none other than Betty Cooper.

“Just a sec, Betts!” He calls. He then looks at you, bringing his fingers to his mouth and sucking off all of your juices, which just makes you more wet.

“I’ll stop by tonight. Then we can finish this,” he says this while zipping and buttoning your shorts back up.

He kisses you once more, then goes to the door and lets Betty in.

You quickly recuperate yourself, grabbing your bag from off the floor and quickly exiting,“See you tonight, Jug. Bye Betty.”

“Do I even want to know what you two were doing?” Betty questions Jughead.

“Definitely not.”

359 The Thinker

The lifelong mission of a 359 is to unite opposition, find compromise, and create workable solutions in otherwise conflicting and disagreeable situations. With both 3 and 9 orienting themselves to the outside world, and 5 seeking security within, the 359 type is particularly well suited to finding previously unseen middle ground between two polar opposites. 3 seeks to impress, and 9 seeks to calm, and with the push from 5 to always try to understand, this type is never satisfied leaving a question unconsidered. This type can also become too withdrawn at times, pulling away from the outside world and seeking comfort within the fantasy of trying understand everything. 359s can also sometimes withhold from those they are closest to as a form of trying to maintain control, rather than letting their 9 guide them in cooperation and mediation.

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No, seriously, Half-Blood Prince is a fucking joke!

It should be called “Harry Potter and his Huge Fucking Gay Crush on Draco Malfoy

Let’s set the scene: Harry sees Ginny kissing Dean and his “chest monster” goes batshit crazy because he supposedly has a huge crush on her and you think “Well, that’s it. He going to stop thinking about Malfoy all the time and will replace him with Ginny because that’s what having a HUGE CRUSH on someone does to you”.

And that night, he does think about her. Well, in fact, he thinks more about the fact Ron would probably kill him than actually about kissing her. But let’s check the canon so you won’t think I’m exaggerating:

Harry lay awake for a long time, looking up at the canopy of his four-poster and trying to convince himself that his feelings for Ginny were entirely older-brotherly. They had lived, had they not, like brother and sister all summer, playing Quidditch, teasing Ron and having a laugh about Bill and Phlegm? He had known Ginny for years now … it was natural that he should feel protective … natural that he should want to look out for her … want to rip Dean limb from limb for kissing her … no … he would have to control that particular brotherly feeling …

‘She’s Ron’s sister, Harry told himself firmly. Ron’s sister. She’s out of bounds. He would not risk his friendship with Ron for anything. He punched his pillow into a more comfortable shape and waited for sleep to come, trying his utmost not to allow his thoughts to stray anywhere near Ginny.

Oh Harry, you won’t even have to try that hard, believe me. 

In fact, he literally doesn’t think about her after that for days. What does he think about? Well, let’s just paste the quote because it’s fucking priceless:

Harry lay awake for a very long time in the darkness. He did not want to lose the upcoming match; not only was it his first as Captain, but he was determined to beat Draco Malfoy at Quidditch even if he could not yet prove his suspicions about him.

Oh boy. And you know what happens the first time Harry and Ginny interact after he found out he has a HUGE CRUSH on her? Again, I can’t write it better than JKR herself, so:

'Conditions look ideal,’ said Ginny, ignoring Ron. ‘And guess what? That Slytherin Chaser Vaisey – he took a Bludger in the head yesterday during their practice, and he’s too sore to play! And even better than that – Malfoy’s gone off sick too!’

‘What?’ said Harry, wheeling round to stare at her. ‘He’s ill? What’s wrong with him?’

‘No idea, but it’s great for us,’ said Ginny brightly. ‘They’re playing Harper instead; he’s in my year and he’s an idiot.’

Harry smiled vaguely back, but as he pulled on his scarlet robes his mind was far from Quidditch. Malfoy had once before claimed he could not play due to injury, but on that occasion he had made sure the whole match was rescheduled for a time that suited the Slytherins better. Why was he now happy to let a substitute go on? Was he really ill, or was he faking?

LOL HARRY SERIOUSLY? Your supposed crush, the love of your life, is standing next to you, talking to you, and your mind is like “Malfoy! Malfoy Malfoy MALFOY M a l f o y Malfoy”?

I mean, I’m not denying Harry had a crush on Ginny. He does think about her sometimes (not that often). It’s ok, I had a crush on like 5 different people in high school at the same time. But honestly? It’s not that all-consuming feeling you have when you have THE crush. 

That person you want more than anything, you know? When you feel like you want to see the person at all times. When you want to know what they’re doing. When you talk about them non-stop.

Oh, wait a second. Harry did have that. FOR DRACO SODDING MALFOY.

Game, set and match. Drarry is real, proof no. 593. Bye.