I Still Think About Who I Was Last Summer


Originally posted by yourpinkpill

Chapter 4

╳ Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

╳ Genre: fluff, smut, angst 

╳ Summary: Being the Duff has really changed you.”“Excuse me, the Duff?” I asked, my voice rising a little at the end.“You know, the Designated. Ugly. Fat. Friend.”

It only takes 10 minutes to get to my house but it’s feeling like 10 hours. First of all, being in Yoongi’s car is enough to make me nauseous. Second, the fact that Yoongi was right here next to me made me almost pass out.

 The drive has been completely quiet, the only noise coming from the radio and even that could barely be heard. I wanted to say something, anything, but I couldn’t bring myself to speak. 

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anonymous asked:

recomiéndame música...

Voy a recomendar un montón de canciones lindas. 

Enter Shikari - Sorry You’re Not A Winner

The Drums - I hope time doesn´t change him

Kakkmaddafakka - Forever alone

Ode to sleep - Twenty one pilots

The Strokes - What ever happened?

Twenty One Pilots - Doubt

We Don’t Talk Anymore Cover Jungkook Jimin 

The Strokes - Slow animals

Yoongi ‘Agust D’ — The Last

BTS - Butterfly

Pianos Become The Teeth - Hiding

‘I still think about who I was last summer’ - Old Gray

‘Me’ - The 1975

Issues - Slow Me Down

Bullet For My Valentine - “Don’t need you”

in love with a ghost | flowers feat. nori

Attila - About That Life

Stuck In The Sound - Let’s Go

in love with a ghost | sorry for not answering the phone, i’m too busy trying to fly away


idfc - blackbear

drugs - eden 

do re mi - blackbear

Offonoff - Photograph

B-Jyun - cHaNgE

Lido - i love you 

Lido - Lost

Olivia O'Brien - Empty

KREAM (크림) - Talking to the Moon

BEVY MACO - So Faded


JOULE$ x DXCT - Pataphysics

Tag Shai - Change That


BLOKKA $OLO - Murda1999


Phora - Fake Smiles

Sik-K - What The Hell

Te diría - los piojos 

Post Malone - Too Young

SOHN - Signal

Chelou - Halfway to Nowhere

Lil Lotus - Scared To Die

The Chainsmokers - Roses

Magic Potion - Deep Web 

adore1996 - untitled

Ases Falsos - Niña por favor

Bedroom - In My Head

lil yuri - i dnt_wna die

VELVETEARS - Will I Ever Care


Voyage - el pasaje vol.4

Cigarettes After Sex - Apocalypse

Sik-K - What The Hell

Raury - CPU

YG - My Nigga

Wiz Khalifa - We Dem Boyz

Nas - Nas Is Like

Flema(플레마) - Forever Young

Black Coast - TRNDSTTR

Keaton Henson - Lying To You


MULEKID - Plattsburgh, NY

Mark Redito - 3am Apologies


Sui Generis - Fabricante de Mentiras

Olivia O'Brien - Find What You’re Looking For


Key!-Ghost ft Playboi carti

Eskorbuto - Anti todo

MELIAN - El Síndrome Estocolmo

Syd Matters - Obstacles

Blackout - Muse

declan mckenna the kids don’t wanna come home

WHY - Owol

La casada - Las pastillas del abuelo

Neck Deep - Can’t Kick Up The Roots

The Amity Affliction - Pittsburgh

O.M.G.I.M.Y - The Amity Affliction

Kings Of Leon - Find me


Despierta - La Perra Que Los Pario

OMORI - Pure Imagination

Polarize - Twenty One Pilots

Eden - xo 

since i’ve been loving you led zeppelin

drown limp bizkit

Arbol de la vida - Viejas locas

weak when ur around - blackbear

Intoxicados - Felicidad, depresion 

No llora - el cuarteto de nos

Y BUENO YA CORTÉ, pero si queres más al privado. ahre

Bilogy-(Isaac Lahey)

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Characters: Lydia Martin, Allison Argent, Malia Tate, Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski, Isaac Lahey and (Y/N)

Word Count: 817

Warnings: none

Pairing: none

Summary: (Y/N) is new to Beacon Hills High School, and immediately becomes smitten with the one and only, Isaac Lahey.

(A/N) Legit just a little drabble I put together, I’m currently doped up on painkillers so this is the best I can do rn :(

“I’m telling you, they’re about as harmless as a flock of ducks.” Stiles rolls his eyes in my direction and proceeds to park his jeep next to an expensive looking car. How could high schooler even afford that kind of car?

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I missed dinner the last three nights because of homework/TA-ing and last night when I got back to the dorm there was a cookie on my desk, this vegan oatmeal-banana thing the dining hall sometimes has that I like a lot.

I don’t think I’ve seen once since summer term or earlier so it’s been a long time since I coulda said out loud I like them but one of my friends saw them and remembered I like them and grabbed one and left it on my desk for me and im. Still thinking about that.

The pain of letting of a narcississt Mother

Two weeks ago I received a Facebook request from my Mother. I swear my heart stopped then I pressed the “decline” button. A wave of anger and sadness rised up so I called my friend F. He reminded me that I did the right thing by declining her requested: “ You don’t need people like her in your life.” He lovingly listened to me. I then let my two other closest friends M and P know. They both had the same reaction: “ Are you ok?” “Do you think she was genuine?”

I was touched by my friends love and support. I was also trying not to analyse why she send me this request… But I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Why??? Maybe she is just checking in. Maybe she still doesn’t get why I don’t speak to her and rest of the family.

For those of you who are new to this blog, my Mother was a very abusive narcissist.Her little brother raped me but, apparently, I should forget about it. The fact that this was done to me isn’t an excuse for my difficult behavior. “ You have always been a difficult, unhappy child.” And, last summer, I relived the day when she beat me up telling me she was going to kill me… She never wanted me and I knew it really well. She didn’t love me (Please don’t tell me that crap “She loved you in her own way!! Abuse isn’t love. Not all Mothers are capable of loving. )

I stopped visiting her after my last holidays back home (France) with my then partner and our 6 months old Daughter. My Mother told me I wasnt a good Mother. She wanted me to clean the house using my Daughter as an excuse. She had tantrums in front of my partner. I came back in London and broke down. I didn’t want to hold my baby as I was scared to hurt her.

It took me a few more years before cutting contact. She had spend the last year trying to “commit” suicide. She was sanctioned. I was on regular contact with my little Brother and with her. I was listening to her and I supported her as much as I could. I got tired of not getting any update unless I called. When she was out of hospital, she was back to her usual self and putting me down. I had enough.

It was hard and it took me ages to recover from “divorcing” my Mother. Suddendly, I had a better and clearer understanding of what happened during my childhood. It was dark and terrifying.

Two years later, she send me an email. It wasn’t her first email but until then I didn’t reply. One of the first thing she said was: “ So, are you done being angry?” It didn’t last long as I told her not to give my personal details to any other members of the family but ,a few weeks later, I received an email from a cousin I barely knew. She needed help to find a work experience placement and somewhere to stay over the summer, here in London. She even told my cousin about my depression - I wasn’t well at the time. I stopped it then and there: it was clear I couldn’t trust her. I send her an email to let her know and blocked her.

I didn’t contact her since. Nor did she, until last week’s request. What got me this time was how sad I felt of not being able to reach out to her. I can’t have a loving Mother. I never had one and never will. It is even a matter of safety for me not to have her by my side. I still feel sad. I am grieving. I peeled off many layers of grief for the last few years and this process seems to get deeper and deeper at each layers. I am chanting for acceptance of this lose. I had two very emotional dreams about her since last week. None were traumatic but I’ve been feeling like retreating at home and resting. For once, I don’t give myself a hard time for needing my own space. Altough I got drunk twice and I knew very well it was my way to make it all better. I felt silly. I don’t like losing control of my emotions. The last few days, I feel even closer to myself Daughter. I love her so much and I will never let her go. I’ve also been in touch with my closest friends on a daily basis. They support me and I feel their love. I am not alone.

If Paul was considered the most desirable man in America, Joanne was the woman who had pried him away from his first marriage in an unlikely love match.  He looked like a Greek god; he never took a bad picture, literally.  Her own looks were mutable; she could be stunning or plain, ordinary or exotic, kittenish or tomboyish.  “I’ve long since adjusted to my husband’s status as a superstar and a sex symbol,” she would say.  “The only place I’m a sex symbol is at home, and I’m very lucky that my husband thinks I’m sexy.  I don’t worry about women who come on strong with him, because I know what he thinks of them." 

Five years after they’d spent the shoot of The Long Hot Summer in constant communion on the streets of Clinton, Louisiana, they were still that way. "They’re the most hand-holding couple I ever saw,” said a longtime friend, and the sense was that Newman reached for his wife’s hand more often than the other way around.  For his part Newman spoke of her in genuinely fond terms that were meant to emphasize her congeniality and allure but perhaps too often sounding laddish or indelicate.  “She’s the last of the great broads,” he was fond of saying early in their marriage, and then a few years later, famously and to his regret, he asserted his monogamy by declaring, “I have steak at home; why go out for a hamburger?” (Chastised by Joanne for comparing her to a piece of meat, he tried another metaphor. “She’s like a classy ‘62 Bordeaux,” he told a female interviewer. “No make that a '59.  That’s a year that ages well in the bottle.  Will I get in trouble for that?”)

“He’s an oddity in this business.  He really loves his wife,” said Otto Preminger.  And Stewart Stern, best man at their wedding, vouched for Newman’s love.  “Paul has a sense of real adoration for what Joanne can do. He’s constantly trying to provide a setting where the world can see what he sees in her."  She doted on him and he tried to dote on her, but was clumsy in the effort.  "For quite a while after we were married,” she remembered, “he’d send me flowers on a certain day in September, which he thought was my birthday.  Since I was born in February, I finally pointed out to him that his first wife was born in September.” (She forgave him)

Jake Gyllenhaal Imagine

Originally posted by artsy-blog-aesthetic

You had spent the whole day walking from one class to another. Since it was the last day of the year most of the classes you went to consisted of just sitting around. Most of the people you knew had plans for the weekend, since it was Friday, but you had no plans, since the only person you wanted to be with was Jake, but he was away too, so you sat i your last class of the year and tried to make some plans for your self. All you could think of was to watch movies and drink some wine.

“What’s your plan for the summer?” Steve, your College friend, who you made the first day, asked and it already was obvious he had many plans for the summer.

“Nop” you said not lifting your head up. You felt how Steve was still looking at you and you knew what he was thinking and about to say “I’m not going with you to your parents house”

“How did you know?” he said leaning back on his desk.

“Because you asked me that last year, and I did go and how did that turn out?” you looked up at him, Steve now was shifting in his chair. You could see how he was remembering last year. Where when you took his offer you ended up getting food  poisoning almost non stop. Turns out his brother isn’t a very good cook.

“He isn’t allowed to touch food anymore” he said and turned back in his chair. Then the class was over  and  you were walking out of the building. Slowly you started to feel sad and not because of the year ending, but becasue you missed one person. One person you were now seeing in front of you. You shaked your head trying to really understand if you actually were seeing Jake. He was standing against his car, smiling big.

“Jake?” you walked closer, hoping you weren’t seeing things, becasue if you were you had some big problems. You watched as he walked closer to you. He cupped your cheeks and pulled you in for a kiss, so passionate, you realized he really was there.

“Now do you believe I’m here?” you nodded and kissed him again.

“What are you doing here? I thought you were in Atlanta” he smiled, holding you close to him.

“We finished sooner, so I decided to surprise you. This is your last day before summer, and I know you wanted to do something fun” he took your hand and your bag in the other, Jake led you to his car “so I thought of something fun we could do” you couldn’t stop smiling, at this point it didn’t matter what you did, having him with you made you unbelievably happy. The car ride wasn’t so long but in the small time you already managed to have so much fun.

“So where are going?’ you asked just as he stopped the car and when you looked out the window you saw the new opened amusement park. You had told Jake about it and how you wanted to go to it just as it opened, and he had remembered. “You’re kidding?” he nodded and you jumped out of the car, filled with excitement. Jake laughed walking around the car and walking with you to the park.

It was better the you thought it would be. All the rides were amazing, the food they offered were so great, but what was even better was having Jake with you. Jake and you did spend a while just sitting at a table eating and talking, it was surprising that no one came up to Jake, you knew people saw him and recognized him, but you just guessed they understood you and him were having some alone time. The two of you spent the whole day at the park until it turned dark, Jake took you on the big wheel ride, as it went around slowly, Jake had his arm around your neck, you were resting in his arms. It felt so peaceful, so right.

“I love you” you tilted your head smiling up at Jake, he smiled back, leaned down giving you a gentle kiss.

“I love you too” you stayed on the ride for a while watching the night sky. Everything was so beautiful, everything felt so right.

Hey TC babes! 👋🏼

Second semester is almost over, and finals season is upon us again!🙈🙊

To those of you who’s exams have already started, best of luck!!🍀 I’m sure you’ll do amazing in all of the exams, and even if you don’t get the scores you want, remember it’s not the end of the world!! Crossing my fingers that your scores in your TC 👩🏻‍🏫👨🏻‍🏫classes are all amazing!!🤞🏼

For those of you who are on your last month of school and still have exams to go, stay strong, you got this! You’ll get to summer break before you know it!🏖☀️

I know a lot of you have a hard time thinking about the fact that you won’t see your TC all summer, but don’t think about that. Use this as a chance to relax, and refresh yourself- you deserve it!!💁💁🏻‍♂️💁🏼💁🏽‍♂️💁🏾💁🏿‍♂️

***And to those of you scared because you’re graduating, darling it’s going to be okay 💜 I graduated myself last summer, and my contact with TC is almost nothing. But you know what, I made it through and I’m thriving and so will you!!! It may be sad to consider moving on, but sometimes we have to let even the beautiful things go, and that’s alright.🌸

If any of you need any support, advice, or even want resources to either take care of yourselves, talk to someone, or study, PM me! I’m here to help all of you, I consider you all my family 💜☺️

anonymous asked:

I've been following Bromo since it was her and Flo, they were still nasty but they became popular very quickly before the other big larries existed, not the first time groups of people rally behind vocal, nasty commenters who has an opinion you can't disagree with, but who your insecurities can fall back on bc they scream "What are you on, this is still the truth". So I know her! I knew she'd be all over Tom GC bc he does tickle her gaydar, even though she hated him last summer (we know why...)

Are they now going after Tom?

Literally what is it with Bromanceshmomance and young looking white men she thinks is gay? She absolutely cannibalizes them. Why never an OUT gay man? Why is it always someone she thinks is closeted? And why always young men or men who look so young? ‘Cause I’d presumed Tom was about 17 when we first saw him, he looks like a teenager.

Is this the modern way a woman deals with obsessing about men who look a certain way, by only selecting those she thinks have a secret oppressed sexual life but can never betray or hurt her by sleeping with a woman?



Everybody loved Ashton Irwin, and when the Hufflepuff had gotten the position of Head Boy, no one had been surprised. His effortless charm and caring nature meant that every student and teacher in Hogwarts was wrapped around his finger, but he never used that to his advantage. Well, very rarely anyway.

The most recent exception he’s made to this rule was in order to get closer to Y/N Y/L/N, a sixth year prefect who he genuinely thought was the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen. The year before he thanked Merlin every time they were assigned duties together, and this year, he intended to use his newly given power to make their time together all the more frequent.

“Inter year and house unity are important.” He’d explained at the latest meeting. “We see it in Quidditch, we saw it in the war. So, to ensure we continue to see it, patrols will now be done in randomly selected pairs.”

There was nothing random about the fact Y/N had been selected as his partner.

Now, they walked along the corridors together in comfortable silence, Ashton’s ever present smile ensuring that.

“So did you finally decide what you want to do over summer?” He asks, knowing the year before Y/N had struggled to make up her mind about her career path.

“I’m thinking a Healer.” She nods, sending him a small smile. “But I’m not sure. Do you still want to teach?”

“I think you’d make a great Healer.” He grins, making her blush. “And yeah. Defence Against the Dark Arts.”

“It was Herbology last time.”

“You aren’t the only one who can’t make up their mind.” He chuckles, nudging her playfully. She giggles, struggling to hide her blush as Ashton’s grin grows. “I think Defence is more important.”

“Not if you don’t enjoy it as much.” She points out. “And from the many, many detailed descriptions you sent in your letters, I’d say you love Herbology.”

“You said you liked my letters!” He pouts, making Y/N giggle again.

“I did, they were very educational.” She grins.

“And yours were very you.” He replies softly, Y/N’s blush returning. Their walk continues in silence, until Ashton finally sighs. “Y/N?”


“Would you want to go to Hogsmede with me? On a date?”

“I’d love to.” She nods, making Ashton smile bigger than he ever had before.

“Great.” He breaths, the pair of them grinning at each other.

Everybody loved Ashton Irwin, especially Y/N Y/L/N, he just didn’t realise it.


Whether Michael Clifford actually belonged in Slytherin was one of the biggest debates in Hogwarts.

Because there were the days where he fit the green and silver house’s requirements perfectly. The way he sauntered down the halls, his ever changing hair a stark contrast to that of the other students, his shirt untucked and his tie loosened all complimenting his trademark smirk. His sarcastic remarks were all too fitting, and his reckless nature only further contributed to the pro side of the argument.

Yet, there were equally as many days in which he defied the Slytherin stereotype. He always stopped to help the younger years, regardless of house, slipping them a sweet as he did so. He knew where the lines were, his snarky comments never going too far with anyone, students and teachers alike. And in his seven years at Hogwarts, no one had ever heard him reference anyone’s blood type.

It didn’t help of course, that even Michael’s girlfriend Y/N didn’t have an answer, mainly because she didn’t exactly fit the stereotype either.

Because she more than anyone saw his two sides. As he strode through the corridors, she’d be by his side, the mischievous glint in her eyes making her smile seem positively wicked. Y/N always had a smart remark on the tip of her tongue, her intelligence and heedlessness a dangerous combination when she was bored and wanted to entertain either herself or Michael.

But she, like Michael, never failed to break the preconceived opinions people had of her. Every morning she ensured that everyone in Slytherin had at least eaten something before they began their day, glaring at the other houses’ prefects until they did the same. She could often be found having tea with Hagrid, or sitting on the edge of the Forbidden Forest with some form of magical creature.

However it was when the two were together they caused the most controversy. 

As a couple, both just friends and in a relationship, the pair had ppulled some of the best pranks Hogwarts had seen since the Weasley twins and the Marauders. When they walked together, people practically leapt out of their way, not to mention the first years who often hid to avoid them at the beginnig of the year.

But they love they had yet again argued the case against their house. Because it was evident from the way Michael watched her, the way Y/N’s smile changed for him to one of adoration. The way they moved together as if they were one, the way they, as a team, looked after those around them.

Michael Clifford and Y/N Y/L/N were in Slytherin, and that had caused arguments for years on whether they belonged there. What wasn’t an argument though, was that they belonged together.


It was rumoured that Luke Hemmings’ intelligence could have rivaled that of Hermione Granger’s had they been in the same year. He was set for great things, only in the beginning of his seventh year and already being head hunted by several departments in the Ministry. He was constantly the top of his year, and there had never been an ounce of doubt in anyone’s mind that he belonged in Ravenclaw. Because if there was one thing Luke Hemmings wasn’t, it was stupid.

“You’re the world’s biggest idiot, I hope you know that.” Y/N muttered, carefully dabbing at the blood along his eyebrow as Luke flinched at the pain. “Stay still.”

“But it hurts.” He whines, hissing as Y/N continued to work at the cut. “And I’m not an idiot.”

“I think taking on a group of Slytherins single handedly says different.” She replies shortly. “I mean really Luke, what were you thinking?”

“I was thinking that the bastards who thought they could bring back Voldemort’s policies needed sorting out.”

“Sorting out? Luke, there were five of them!”

“They were picking on first years! What was I supposed to do?”

“Sometimes I think you should have been in Gryffindor.” Y/N sighs, placing the cloth down and picking up her wand. “Don’t move.”

Luke pulled his lipring between his teeth as Y/N moved her wand slowly along the gash on his face. When she was finished, they both let out a sigh of relief.

“You’re getting better at this.”

“You’re getting into more fights.” Y/N replied shortly. “Idiotic, Gryffindor wannabe.”

“I’m not a Gryffindor wannabe.” Luke rolled his eyes, his hands moving to rest on Y/N’s hips. “I love being in Ravenclaw.”

“Then use your intelligence rather than your first next time.” Y/N tells him. “That way I don’t have to train to be a Healer.”

“Come on, you know you love it.”

“Funnily enough Luke, I don’t love patching my boyfriend’s face up after he nearly gets himself killed.”

“You love my face though.” He smirks, tilting his head up to capture her lips with his quickly. “I know you do.”

“Your face yes.” She mumbles against his lips. “Your ever growing stupidness, no.”

“I’m not stupid.” He mutters, attempting to kiss her again but she moves back.

“Stop getting into fights. It’s not big, it’s not clever. Ash, Mike and Cal agree.”

“I don’t like the fact you four talk about me.”

“It’s only because we’re the only people who can see how stupid you actually are, rather than being blinded by your intelligence.”

“How flattering.” He rolls his eyes, making Y/N giggle. “Ha! Got you to smile.”


Stupid was something that most people would never dream of calling Luke Hemmings. But it was something Y/N Y/L/N used to refer to him on a daily basis.


Quidditch was in Calum Hood’s blood.

His father had played, his grandfather, his great grandfather. Growing up, he and his sister had often practised together in the garden, and although she only ever did it for fun, never taking it too seriously, Calum’s life revolved around the sport.

It wasn’t a shock to anybody when he made it onto the Gryffindor team as chaser. It was even less of a shock when he made captain in his fifth year. The boy’s arms were sculpted from the years of training, his hands calloused and his skin permanently tanned from being outside so much. His broom was more important to him than his wand, the sport the only thing he ever wanted to do with his life.

Calum lived for Quidditch.

Well, Quidditch and Y/N Y/L/N.

“Good luck today Hood.” She grinned, shaking the boy’s hand as they stood opposite each other on the pitch. The pair’s relationship, like Calum’s position on the team, coming as no scandal. Their flirty yet competitive nature had been present for years, and by the time they actually got together in sixth year, many were relieved that the tension would finally be gone.

“You too Angel.” He smirked back, squeezing her hand slightly. “You’ll need it.”

“Whatever.” She rolled her eyes, releasing his and to return to her team. Calum grinned, stepping back slightly before mounting his broom. He winked at her one last time before they both pushed off into the air, beginning the game everyone had been waiting all year for.

Calum grabbed the quaffle straight away, surging through the air towards tthe three hoops. Just as he moved to throw, a bludger flew straight past his face, causing him to lose his balance slightly and drop the oddly shaped ball straight into the awaiting hands of the other team’s chaser. He looked up to  catch Y/N smirking at him from across the pitch, swinging her bat tauntingly. She mouthed “Oops” at him before laughing, causing a low growl to leave Calum’s throat. He knew his girlfriend played dirty, but that was low.

Calum dodged more bludgers that game more than he ever had done before, Y/N aiming them at him ever chance she got. At one point, he’d recruited one of his own beaters to tail him she was doing it so much.

It didn’t change the fact he scored the most goals though. Or that Gryffindor won.

“Good try sweetheart.” Calum smirks as they land, his team behind him celebrating. Y/N rolls her eyes, flipping him off as she goes to talk to her own team. Calum chuckles, copying her actions and beginning the celebrations.

Hours later, the familiar pair of hands on his shoulders as he sat in the common room made his already present smirk grow.

“I guess I should congratulate you.” Y/N murmurs, making Calum tilt his head to capture her lips with his.

“It’d be nice.” He replies, reaching back to pull her into his lap. “I’d ask how you got in but I can see Finnigan by the portrait hole.”

“Aw, is the big Quidditch Captain jealous?” Y/N cooed, making Calum chuckle.

“No, just not fond of the influence you have over him.”

“Relax Hood, everyone knows I’m your girl.”

“As they should.” He grins, leaning up to kiss her again. She hums happily, making Calum smile against her lips.

“I love you.” He mutters as he pulls away, both of their smiles soft.

“Not enough to let me win apparently.” She grins, making him smirk.

“Now where’s the fun in that?”

Quidditch was in Calum Hood’s blood, but Y/N was in his heart.

anonymous asked:

Do you honestly believe that either one of them would be comfortable with even a 'glass closet' type of life together? I've long held the belief that Patrick's time to be honest about who he is would've been back in the summer or fall of 2015 when his world seemed like it was crashing down around him. [Granted, maybe he wanted to do just that but was advised against it?] I just don't know what would qualify as the 'last straw' for them, tbh. What do you think?

I think it’s likely he was advised against coming out then. People would have seen it as him trying to deflect attention and it probably would have ended worse. There are still idiots who believe he’s a rapist so. 

As for the glass closet, honestly, I’m not sure. Heteronormativity and a homosocial environment will explain away a lot and they could absolutely take advantage of that. But personally, I think they’d rather be out, but are worried about backlash. 

I started writing a poem the other day
About wanting to thank my ex boyfriend
For giving me a spine
And teaching me to stand up for myself
Because I’ve always believed in silver linings
But I stopped writing it because I realized I was just lying

The truth is I’m still as spineless as I was when our relationship began
I never walked away from you
You walked from me
And I think that says a lot
About character
When your abuser
Finds you boring

I don’t want to write another poem about you
The trees weren’t cut down
So I can write your autobiography
And read it to strangers like scripture
You were supposed to be a chapter
Not the whole goddamn book
And I think that says a lot about character
When I’m still writing about old news

Last year,
I spent the summer in my therapists office
Where she started saying things like
Self harm,
And as she’s reciting the diagnoses to my parents,
I’m sitting on the couch thinking,
“You were right. I’m fucking crazy, but you know, shit happens, it builds character.”
But now I’m thinking
I’ve built up my character enough

To the boys who found out about you,
And pretended to be nice
Because they knew I was vulnerable
And saw me as damaged goods
Not good enough to date
But good enough for a night
I want to say fuck you
You knew I was going through hell
And you used that to get your fix
But I can’t blame you
Because I used you too
I wanted you to fuck the numbness out of me
As if that were even possible

I’m not going to lie to you and say that I found a spine while writing this poem
I mean, fuck,
I don’t stand up here because I’m whole
I stand up here because I think snaps and applause will somehow
Fill the void you left behind
I’m still damaged goods

—  Damaged Goods by Orianna Valentina
Say It

Originally posted by themegalosaurus

Pairing: JaredxReader
Word count: 258
Request: @youcanhavit Ok I’m gonna ask, the reader is on the show with Jensen and Jared(your married to one of them). They are at con, they tease reader about (whatever you want) so you tease them about their facial hair and Towards your husband something about looking like a scary mountain man, and scaring your child/children
Tagging: @nerdflash @faegal04 @damalseer @i-am-not-a-freak @vika-hiddles @mein1928 @craftersdust @panic-everywhereabouteverything @thisistheonly-nameleft

“I’m serious!” Your husband, Jared laughed. “Have her say it!” Him and Jensen were currently teasing you for how you said certain words. It wasn’t like you tried to say them ‘oddly’. It just happened.

“Please!” Jensen added on.

Sighing, you shook your head. “Fine!” You laughed as the crowd cheered. “What am I saying?” You looked over at Jared.

He thought for a minute. “Italian, pecan, and roof.” He grinned.

You rolled your eyes and said each one. “Italian. Pecan. Roof.” Instead of Italian sounding like uhtalian, yours sounded more like eye-talian. Pecan was puh-khan. And roof…well, it sounded a bit like you were trying to be a dog. Licking your lips, you nodded, a small smile on your face. It was all in good fun, you knew that.

“See!” Jensen laughed. A full body laugh, making you think he was about to fall out of his chair.

“At least I don’t look like a scary guy who lives in the mountains and scares small children.” You shot back, laughing at Jared’s face.

What? I do not!” He defended himself.

You nodded. “Last summer! You grew your beard out and Y/C/Ns screamed, cried, and then hid from you. It took me half an hour to convince them to come out, and that it was you.” The crowd went wild. “Jensen here isn’t much better!” He stopped laughing and looked at you. “At least you can still see most of his face.”

Jared shook his head. “Oh, this means war, babe.”

“Bring it, caveman.” You grinned, teasing him.