His will be done

anonymous asked:

People on my dash don't doubt Harry's love for his bandmates or his band, they criticize how his team is handling it. That's it. Or maybe you're following people who actually talk shit about Harry, in which case you're probably following the wrong people.

he literally deleted everything off his facebook,,,,,,,,,,,, how is that saying anything about 1d at all……?????????? he literally kept the link to the 1d website until he changed everything over to the white space,,,, like he is launching a solo career here,,,,, but that does not in any way suggest that he’s dissing the band or even create an allusion to such

So I actually just wanna sit back and watch how it’ll play out before I form an opinion but I can’t help attempting to make sense of Sam’s actions..
I was thinking there might be similarities of his headspace during 12x14 and his lostness after the S7 finale (when Dean and Cas took a one-way ticket to Purgatory and Sam hit a dog). It might be a similar sort of repression, and he’s just dealing with it differently (because the situation is different) - not by shoving all responsibility away but by going along with Mary’s plan in the hope that their relationship will be fine (creating that reverse John-Dean-Sam dynamic).
Because the way I see it, 12x14′s been pretty rough for Sam, what with the colt reveal etc., and to me the end of the ep seemed like a complete u-turn for Sam’s character otherwise, since the whole ep seemed to me like a big advertisement for the BMoL’s incompetence rather than the opposite? I might be wrong, I haven’t gotten around to rewatch yet.
The technology impressed Sam, sure, but otherwise it’s been him who saved the day, while the BMoL hung back as the damsels in distress of this story.

I can’t gif so I can’t compare his expressions in the two mentioned scenes with each other but… What do you think?

Yours, Unfaithfully [Chapter 3]

Originally posted by jacksonisjbssin

Chapter 3 of Yours, Unfaithfully

Chapter 1  Chapter 2

Series Genre: AU/Angst/Smut/Fluff


Jaebum grabbed the keys from your trembling hand, letting go of you as he let the both of you into your apartment.

You followed closely behind, hand firmly grasping his as he led you.

“Arms out,” he requested, helping you out of your gown.

He let the gorgeous material pool at your feet, lifting out of it and into his arms. He carried you, as he had done many a time to your bedroom, cradling you against his chest.

As you crossed the threshold of your door, he gently set you down, still keeping you in his grasp.

You returned his gesture, helping him out of his jacket and tie before unbuttoning his shirt and discarding of it on the floor. Next came his pants, then your bra, his briefs, your panties.

With each item of clothing shed, a kiss was given, a touch was exchanged, all without a word. You both understood what the other wanted in that moment and that was to feel loved, to be desired by each other.

There had been many times you and Jaebum admired each other’s naked forms in this bedroom. He had thrown you up against almost every surface in here, made you cry from absolute pleasure, heard you scream his name as he did the most sinful things that made you crave more. But tonight was different. Tonight was slower, softer. Tonight, he wanted to make love.

You found yourself face up on your mattress, legs wrapped around your lover’s waist as he soft lips trailed across your jawline and down your neck.

You whimpered each time they found purchase on your skin, loving the feel of being his.

He groaned as he pushed into you with ease. Your wet walls around him felt like heaven and he never wanted to retreat.

Soft pants and heavy breathing filled the room as he continually thrust into you, kissing you deeper each time his name escaped your lips.

Your hands clung to his perfectly defined back, egging him on as your nails dug into it, begging for your climax.

“I love you,” he groaned. The feeling of your wetness pulsating drove him right to the brink.

“I love you!” you moaned, letting the sweet euphoria he always delivered take hold of you.

Your vision went blurry as he continued his movements until the both of you had endured every possible second of sweet release.

He breathed deeply, trying to pull himself towards recovery as he slid out of you.

Resting on his back, he brought you to him, kissing you over and over until he was satisfied you knew just how special you were to him.

You clung desperately to him, never wanting to be without this. You needed him. You loved him. And he felt the same.

Minutes passed as the silence remained between you. Nothing else needed to be said and honestly, neither of you wanted to ruin the serenity you had built in your own little hideaway.

In here, the outside didn’t exist. It was just you and him.


You stirred awake, restless from the nightmares that plagued you throughout the night. In each of them, Jaebum slipped away from you just as you were about to reach him. The thought alone shook you to your core.

You turned, needing him to hold you and tell you that would never happen, somehow you two would find a way to be together. But when you did, you found the space beside you void of the man you loved. Where had he gone?

His clothes were nowhere to be found and his phone wasn’t on the nightstand where he usually left it.

You rolled out of bed, searching the rest of your apartment for him. Still nothing.

Your heart sank. It wasn’t like him to leave, especially not without kissing you goodbye first.

Your focus was quickly diverted as your phone dinged. Maybe it was him telling you he grabbed coffee or breakfast.

Sadly, you were mistaken and it was just your mother telling you she was having a dress delivered for your engagement lunch. You had 3 hours to get ready.

Engagement. The word still made you sick even today. The only person you wanted to ever be engaged to fell asleep as he held you close to him last night. He was your one and only.

You sighed, typing back a quick text of understanding as your fingers moved to find his contact.

“Where did you go, my love? I hate waking up without you,” you typed.


Your driver dropped you off promptly just minutes before the party and still you hadn’t heard from Jaebum. This really was out of the ordinary. The two of you talked constantly when you were apart.

You could only think the worst as your nightmares came swimming back. Is this what they meant?

You entered your parents home, wide-eyed as you looked at how quickly they threw together such an elaborate gathering.

The decorations were stunning as to be expected and the countless pictures of you and Jackson throughout the years displayed all around only made your heart swell with an indescribable emotion.

Your life was splayed out for all to see and there he was, each step of the way. The two of you seemed like a perfect match.

“Hello, gorgeous” you heard.

You swiftly turned towards the sound, smiling for his sake as you saw your betrothed, adorned in a handsome suit that complimented your dress.

“Hi Jacks. You look nice”.

He moved towards you, linking your arms as he led you towards the party.

“I see our mothers coordinated our outfits,” he chuckled.

“Did you expect anything less from them?”

He smiled and pinched your cheek. Your sassy quips always made him light up.

“She’s here! Welcome future Mrs. Wang!” your mother squealed.

Although the gathering was intimate, the 20 pairs of eyes on you felt like a million. Future Mrs. Wang, you shuddered at the phrase.

You wanted to look away, feeling completely exposed, afraid your iron-clad resolve not to cry would evaporate if they looked at you much longer but something grabbed your attention immediately.

There he was, staring right back at you, looking just as solemn as you felt.

“I’d like to have everyone’s attention… That is if you can manage to tear your eyes away from my truly radiant bride to be,” Jackson said, garnishing ‘aww’s’ and chuckles from the room.

Everyone except Jaebum.

“I’d like to thank you all for putting this together so quickly. I hope I can speak for Y/N and I both when I say how thankful we are for your love and support. All my life, this woman has been there, growing and learning with me. My only hope is that we continue to do that for the rest of our time here on this earth. I feel very fortunate to get to stand beside someone so special”.

Your eyes watered as Jackson squeezed your hand. The fact that he was perfect in just about every way imaginable only made this living hell all the worse. He only lacked one crucial component. And that was, he wasn’t Jaebum.

“I know last night was kind of a blur for me with all the excitement and when I got home, I thought, I know there’s something missing from this scenario. Something just didn’t seem right”.

He paused, pulling something from his pocket.

“Y/N, this has been passed along through the women in my family for generations. As my wife, it would give me no greater pleasure than to see it on your finger”.

You immediately started crying the moment he slipped that engagement ring on your finger. You knew it well. Mrs. Wang had worn it for as long as you could remember and now it was yours.

“I promise to keep you safe and do my best to always make you feel loved,” he smiled.

He pulled you in for a tight hug as your tears flowed, heart beat sporadically as you tried to stop it all from hurting so bad. He kissed your cheek, wiping away the tears as he turned to show you off to the room.

An applause broke out, your mothers hugging you both as they too cried. They must have thought you were just as happy as them. For them, and for Jackson, you were going to keep it together today, even if it killed you.

You shifted your swelling face to search for him once more, needing to find some sort of solace in this emptiness you felt, but just like this morning, he had disappeared.


_Bambola_

anonymous asked:

this regular came in today and grabbed a huge stack of movies off one of our shelves and as my coworker was ringing him up, he talked to himself just to hear the sound of his own voice as he was pulling out change and hE NEVER TIPS EVER BUT HE DROPPED A QUARTER AND WAS LIKE "WELL IF YOU CAN FIND IT YOU CAN HAVE IT" AND JUST EXPECTED MY COWORKER AND I TO DROP TO OUR KNEES AND SCAVENGE FOR IT. HE PAID OVER $20 FOR HIS MOVIES HE COULD SPARE A DOLLAR FROM HIS CHANGE. IM SO DONE WITH HIM!

marriedwithjo  asked:

Hi, can I ask you how Ethan, Tyler and Mark would react if the reader constantly wanted cuddles and hugs? Thank you! ❤

absolutely ! this is so cute , omfg .

If the reader constantly wanted cuddles / hugs :

Ethan:

Originally posted by crankygoose

You, in the background: I REALLY WISH I HAD SOMEONE TO CUDDLE WITH RIGHT NOW!

Ethan (gif): What? Y/N, I’m recording, stop.

Usually it’s Ethan saying “babe, I’m busy,” and then that turns into “okay, fine, just for a minute,” and then the minutes turn to hours and then you both probably fall asleep . You’re constantly complaining when he’s making videos, just walking around the house sighing and groaning and saying “I REALLY WISH I HAD SOMEONE TO CUDDLE WITH RIGHT NOW!” until Ethan’s finally done with his video and tackles you onto the sofa. “Happy now?!” And, obviously, you are, because you got what you wanted. Basically he always caves and cuddles with you no matter what.

Tyler:

Originally posted by stonefacesmilesalways

You pouting: Don’t just sit there, hug me!

Tyler, continuing to sit there and laughs at you (gif)

You usually grab is long ass arms and wrap them around you, whether he wants to or not (which he usually doesn’t mind). He’s probably taller than you, so whenever you approach to get a hug, you bury your face into his stomach/chest, and it calms you down almost instantly. He likes to tease you a lot about it, sometimes he’ll even hold you at arm lengths when you’re trying to get at him with hugs and cuddles, until you run at him and lock your arms around him so he can’t get out. He thinks it’s really funny.

Mark:

Originally posted by marielgum

You, holding your arms out and getting slowly closer: You know you wanna.

Mark (gif): I’m watchin’ you.

Mark is so playfully mean about it. Like, he’ll call you needy and whiney, but he’ll always end up cuddling and hugging you, anyway. It’s always, “Oh my gggoooddd, ssstttoooppp,” and “jesus christ, what is your problem?” and then you give a little pouty face, or you hit him in the arm, and he’s like, “fine, god,” and just wraps super muscular arms around you. He’s very playful about it, but you know he doesn’t mind it at all, that’s just how he is.

I find it extremely interesting that more than four people I’ve seen now, myself included, have gotten asks with almost exactly the same wording, “people aren’t saying it’s Harry, they’re saying it’s his team”. And yet.

There are a whooooole lot of people on this hellsite who are using some of Harry’s fans or his “team” as a reason not to support his solo work. Like yo, last I checked Louis’ team is proper shit and y’all still support him. I support him, and I don’t agree with a single thing his “team” has done. So whether or not I agree with his team and their strategy, whether or not I like all of his fans, I will support Harry Styles and all of his efforts as an artist, an actor, and a fucking human being, just like I did with Niall, just like I did with Louis, and just like I will do with Liam. 

Thank.

anonymous asked:

how many uncharted headcanons can you come up with for us to expand? even just characters would let us just take that inch and make a mile

Alex is Drake bc: orphan abandoned in the Caribbean, smartass, kinda a genius, vant seem to die
Gwash is Sully bc his the father figure thats always done with Alex/Nates shit
Thomas is Elena bc jamilton and also salty love interest that get together over a long period of time
I still need the rest of them tho if y'all have any ideas

Yandere simulator

I’m playing Masamune’s route again and am noticing some more teeny tiny yandere hints!:

The men at the tea shop weren’t doing anything to you. You throw yourself into their conversation. Masamune shows up, which scares them, and they run away. And if they hadn’t run away, I wonder what he would have done. I’m assuming draw his sword without waiting for an explanation because:

He again assumes that someone’s done something to you, which unlike the other time is true. This time it’s just directed at the wrong person– Yukimura may be the only person standing there, but it was actually the Magistrate who did something to you. 

When you try to explain, Masamune ignores you completely, giving in to Yukimura’s taunting as if it were only natural, and fighting in the middle of the town.

Aside from being antisocial outside of his chosen group, he is known for one particular characteristic:

and:

He also tends to ponder unnecessarily about not only his feelings for you, but your feelings for him.  

It seems like Masamune definitely has some yandere potential, as hinted at in his route and some event epilogues, which I think makes him really interesting. It expands his range as a character, and keeps his plots from being too similar and stale.  

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anonymous asked:

It's downright impossible for BG to end anytime soon. It would cause chaos in the fandom, raise questions in the GP, distract from Harry's album. There is no way Columbia/Sony would risk all that. Louis's closet door will be welded shut during this process. That was Sony's practice the last 6 years, it will be there practice in the next year. The same execs are still involved-- nothing willl change.

Not really. If they ended 3 days before Harry’s single, by the time he dropped no one would care about bg anymore (maybe antis but since most don’t even like Louis they would drop him to focus on Harry). GP would forget like, 30 minutes after they dropped the article lol they really don’t care as much as we do. Imagine it ends on Monday, on the following days they publish something saying how devastated Louis is and that he wants privacy and will focus on his work and family to get things out of his head. Done. BG could end at any time with a half ass excuse and most people would just shrugh and move on. We’re the one’s that would care the most because we’re in deep with it 

anonymous asked:

Hi Lanni! I hope you write more of Royai + Aidan 💕☺

Um, I hope you weren’t expecting something cheerful and happy because I was in the mood for some angst. (But lbr when am I never?) I’ve been thinking about this one for a while and it was too good of an opportunity to pass this up. Would the Amestrian government do something like this? Eh, probably not, but I always enjoyed this day as a kid. And I like to make Roy suffer.


Roy was not looking forward to this day. It had loomed in the back of his mind for the past month, taunting him, pricking at him. He’d done his best to ignore it, a talent of his he’d thought, but no matter what he did, this day sat there, waiting for him. His eyes were drawn to the date every time he so much as glanced at a calendar and he would viciously tear his gaze away and focus on something else. His ears caught people talking about it in the hallway and he would burn silently, his lips pressed into a thin line, his eyes focused straight ahead.

If he didn’t talk about it, if he didn’t acknowledge it in any way, maybe it would cease to exist.

It was a stupid hope.

When the day finally came, Roy laid in bed and stared at his ceiling, wondering if he could get away with calling in sick. No one would say anything, but they would all know, especially Riza, and the idea of them pitying him was disgruntling enough to propel him out of bed an hour before his alarm went off. He took a steaming hot shower to distract himself, slowly dressed, and then ate breakfast as he read the newspaper. None of it worked, of course.

It was a beautiful day out, so he walked to work. He didn’t have the car and had told Riza not to bother picking him up today in case she needed it. Havoc had offered, but Roy had turned him down as well. He wanted time to himself before the inevitable. He tried to clear his mind, thinking of nothing by alchemy equations, so that by the time he reached work, it was a surprise. Having gotten up so early, he was one of the first people in for first shift, but that suited him just fine. He holed himself up in his office and got started on paperwork.

No, he wasn’t hiding. General Roy Mustang, the Flame Alchemist, did not hide like a petulant child in his office.

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