also if you could send good vibes my way it would be appreciated

anonymous asked:

Hey, can you recomend me some fluffy one-shots please??? I would appreciate it soo much

OMG I’ve read soooo many good fluffy fanfictions that I had to condense this post down by so much. 

  • In Need of a Proper Hug - by Faithwood (2k)
    Draco rescues a poor, poor koala, which won’t stop hugging him.
    (Koala!Harry is the cutest thing ever, and Draco is so adorable when he fawns over Koala!Harry)

  • ‘Arry - by DorthyAnn (2k)
    Malfoy had always spoke french, over the years the occasional outbursts of french lessened and his accent became less pronounced, except when he lost his temper and would swear at length and quite colourfully in the elegant language.
    (Harry & Draco confess their love through Parseltongue and French)

  • 101 Ways to Heal Your Wizarding Woes - by who_la_hoop (26k)
    Harry is a trainee Auror, and Draco is living at Malfoy Manor, bored and petulant with nothing to do, and no career prospects. Draco’s attempt to heal himself via Muggle psychology – including writing a series of ‘why I hate you’ letters to Harry – backfires when an overanxious house elf delivers the results to Harry. Harry is bemused, Draco is angry and together they have a lot of issues to work out.
    (Omg the letters Draco sends to Harry to help “cure” himself are hilarious! Basically the summary says everything, but I absolutely loved reading this story!)

  • Teddy Bears, Polyjuice and an Overdose of Pink - by Vinyaya (5k)
    In which Draco is petulant, Harry is amused, romantic gestures play havoc with the Statute of Secrecy, and everyone wants to steal some of Draco’s hair.
    (The banter in this story is so well-written! I loved the friends-to-lovers vibe this fic gives out andI especially loved the scene where Harry walks in on Ron polyjuiced as Draco)
  • Silent Confessions of the Obsessed - by Windseeker2305 (15k)
    Harry wonders why he can’t stop thinking about a certain Slytherin; Draco despairs over why he’s been doomed to fall for a straight Gryffindor.
    (So very hot and so very perfect. An absolutely fabulous read!)

  • The Best Gift - by Crimson_stained (7k)
    Harry takes his Secret Santa assignment a little too seriously. 
    (A highly funny and enjoyable fic! So many funny points throughout the story, and I loved reading all the little facts Harry learns about Draco)

  • Freudian Slip - by jennavere (10k)
    Two years after graduating from Hogwarts, Draco Malfoy is still obsessed with Harry Potter. Fed up, his father makes him get therapy.
    (Featuring obsessive boys who are too god damn oblivious for their own good)

  • Storm in a Teacup - by Faithwood (8k)
    For reasons he’d rather not think about, Draco is obsessed with Potter’s hair. This cannot end well.
    (This was so lovely to read and it’ll leave you smiling for days!)

  • The Liplock Jinx - by Cassis Luna (21k)
    It’s a jinx that renders the victim mute, unless he/she serves the purpose of the jinx and kisses the person that they desire. It’s just Harry’s luck that he’s in love with Draco.
    (Just like the summary says, Harry has to kiss Draco if he ever wants to get his voice back. A really nice feel-good story!)

  • Talk To Me - by Saras_Girl (15k)
    When the usual channels of communication are shut down, the most surprising people can find a way in. A strange little love story.
    (Saras_Girl seems to do no wrong with her stories! Such a cute fic <3)

  • The Wolf Pack - by dracogotgame (14k)
    Nobody said achieving your animagus form was easy. Draco could handle being a wolf pup for a while, right? How bad could it be?
    (A story where two wolves regularly meet in the Forbidden Forest, yet neither of them know that the other is an animagus. Love, love, loved reading this story!)

  • Edible Smudges and Insufferable Potters (and Insufferable Smudges and Edible Potters) - by Faithwood (2k)
    All Draco wants to do is study. That’s what libraries are for. Study History of Magic, that is. Not Potter.
    (This is such a perfect fic with ridiculous amounts of fluff! An absolute delight to read!)

  • Hold My Hand - by bafflinghaze (4k)
    Harry has been with Draco for a number of years now. So when Draco gets injured, Harry has to storm St. Mungo’s.
    (A really sweet and wonderful fic!)

  • Timer - by JulietsEmoPhase (2k)
    “If a clock could count down to the moment you meet your soul mate, would you want to know?” Of course, Harry had to miss the moment his clock ran out.
    (Soulmate au’s are always fun to read! There was just the right amount of angst in this fic and the fluff levels were skyrocketing through the roof!)

  • And a Malfoy in a Pear Tree - by lauren3210 (8k)
    Draco works in a coffee shop. Harry drops by every day to get his fix. Of coffee, Ron.
    (A coffeshop au with copious amounts of fluff and flirting thrown in)

  • A Choice of Wings - by Lomonaaeren (18k)
    A Choice of Wings is Harry’s matchmaking business for Veela who have trouble finding mates. And Draco Malfoy is his most difficult client.
    (I loved how the author put a unique spin on the veela trope - it made reading the story 10x more entertaining! Such a cute and original story!)

  • The One Time Ron Learned Something Before Hermione Did - by slashedsilver (4k)
    Ron expects Eighth Year to be more of the same—classes, homework, new professors. He never expects it to bring new revelations. 
    (It was so thrilling to read about Draco’s and Harry’s relationship from the POV of Ron)

  • Greenhouse Lessons - by Cheryl_Dyson (14k)
    Harry and Draco have detention in Hogwarts greenhouse. Dangerous plantlife and several varieties of euphoria ensue.
    (Brilliantly written, fantastic plot, and some really fluffy and hot scenes!)

  • Painting Potter’s Portrait - by Yo_mamma (10k)
    When a painting of Harry and Malfoy doing the ‘afternoon delight’ makes an appearance at the Ministry. Harry makes it his personal duty to chase down the artist who drew this…disgusting…piece of art. Enter Draco Malfoy who also sees the painting as a personal affront and decides to join Harry in search of the painting and it’s artist.
    (Pornographic photos of Draco and Harry are released to the public. Draco seems a little bit too smug about the whole ordeal)

  • Cruppy Love - by Writcraft (2k)
    Harry Potter is forced to rescue Draco Malfoy from being made into soup when he gets turned into a crup in Knockturn Alley.
    (Crup!Draco is definitely one of the most adorable things ever!)
Meeting Roman Reigns.

I went to the World of Wheels auto show in Rosemont today and met “The Big Dog” Roman Reigns. To be honest with you straight up, I was never a huge Reigns fan. I preferred Ambrose in The Shield and always felt Roman receieved too bulletproof a push to the proverbial moon when the crowd reaction just wasn’t there. Fans in my own personal demographic (male, mid-late 20s, smarky) hate his booking and how inorganic his rise to the top has been. A stubborn, insistent Mr. McMahon loves “The Guy,” so he’s pushed as Superman babyface while the crowd boos. Would it be easier to satisfy fans and just turn him heel already, so the boos match his actions in the ring? Nope. And I learned why tonight.

For starters, Reigns is over like a motherfucker. There were, I would estimate, in the neighborhood of 650 people gathered trying to get a piece of the Roman Empire. I arrived to the convention center two and a half hours early, around 1:30 p.m., for a scheduled 4 p.m. signing. I didn’t get to shake his hand (forgot to shaka or fist pound, damn it) until about 6:15. And when I got out of the line, finally, there were about 300 people still waiting in line for a chance at meeting him. It’s funny: there were more men in line to meet him than just about any other demographic. Weird, right? When I met him, I actually jokingly apologized on behalf of my fellow adult male fans, and he also noted that there were more grown men there than anybody else. There were definitely tons of ladies, though. And kids. Reigns draws them all out, but yeah, especially surprised by all of “my people.” Including two guys, a man in his 30s and his elderly father, who would serve as my line buddies for the afternoon. It’s always nice meeting fellow marks, and these two were cutely mark-y. Hating the heels like they’re supposed to and such. It was wonderful.

I wanted to document a bit of the scene of a WWE autograph signing for those who couldn’t be there, or were on their way and wanted to see what they were getting into, so I took some short clips and posted them to my Twitter. Before I knew it, I was being retweeted by 20, 30, 40, 50 people and fan sites. Little 10-second videos I considered inconsequential to anything or anybody, were “liked” dozens of times. Fans – almost all female and younger than 21 – replied to my tweets with affirmation. It really opened my eyes to the fact that Roman Reigns is the most polarizing WWE Superstar since John Cena, and those who love him absolutely cherish him, while those who don’t like him will pay $20 on top of $15 parking just to boo him. (That particular contingent was uproariously minuscule, and I can probably count them on my two hands, and I’m sure they were half-joking because seriously, “hating” Roman Reigns is “cool” now, and the “in” thing to do. I’ll admit, I boo him because it’s fun. And, accordingly, I will cheer for him when he turns heel. Because of course.)

A word about those under-21s: I teach middle school girls on occasion, so I understand them. Plus, I have a sister; I grew up with a teenage girl. But, man, what a contingent of folks. The bombardment of notifications on my iPhone throughout the afternoon, after using just one hashtag (#worldofwheels, take a spin, if you will) was incredible. These girls run in packs, and like most women, they are something us men do not comprehend: They are “there for one another.” When one Roman fan speaks out, so do others. And it’s all positive stuff. The meat and potatoes of Roman’s fan base, at least socially speaking, are, I guess, a bunch of “stans.” And I mean that in the best possible way. Having been a part of my own group of wrestling fans my own age and gender, it has always been difficult to see outside that bubble of fandom. Today changed that. Although I didn’t meet one of these stans, I have to say, I dig the positivity. I dig the good vibes they send this particular wrestler. These aren’t people to bitch about booking or backstage nonsense, or what rumors they heard. They’re just loyal fans who get excited over the giant Samoan guy similar to the way girls got excited by those fab four British lads way back when.

The highlight of the night for me, beyond shaking The Guy’s hand, was meeting a mother, father, and 13-year-old son, who happened to have special needs and was thus on the opposite side of the stage, where those with special needs wait for Roman to come down to meet them individually. Long sentence there, but we’re really cooking now. What astounded me about this happening was just how loving these parents were to their son. The mother said something to the effect of, “[Meeting Roman Reigns] is going to make his day. It’s going to make my whole world.” And the boy stood there, so patiently, so excited. But so patiently. Surrounded by fellow marks for five hours, some of whom counted the minutes with the tap of a finger on the face of their watch, some of whom panicked over what kind of photo they were going to get with The Big Dog. But this boy was quiet and so respectful. Talking to him, giving him a high-five, telling him that he’s about to meet one of the coolest wrestlers I’d ever met (and get a totally terrific one-on-one photo with him, as well)… great stuff. It felt wonderful, witnessing this family do its thing, taking such pride in their little boy, whose birthday is tomorrow, whose day was about to be made by meeting his favorite Superstar. To him, Roman was a hero. To experience the sheer joy of that boy, again, top stuff.

Stepping outside my comfort zone, meeting a wrestler I honestly was on the fence about, proved quite fruitful today. I got to meet a new group of fans that thought entirely different than me, and with more positivity than comes with being a fan my age, and that’s just one takeaway. I also walked away with a greater appreciation for the guy behind The Guy – how charitable he was with his time, how happy he looked to be there, I could go on. I’ve invested a lot of time over the years meeting my share of wrestlers, and Roman Reigns is up there with the coolest of them all. So respect to him, and his fans, for today, today was pretty all right.


This is my new work of art.
I won’t say anything about it. 

A luxurious car is waiting on the corner of “Grib” boulevard, in front of an old Italian style building. One of those old buldings that have the aura of respect. With its high staircase this place screamed “real business”. The whole boulevard is full of old buildings. You can easily feel the Italian mafia vibe from this place. As we speak very important business is going on in the old house from awhile ago. Guns are held in one hand, ready for any moment of unbearable burdensome tension. It’s clear that this bulding is home to illegal deals and business.

Suddenly a handsome man in a nice dark blue, almost certain that is Gucci, suit comes out the building,followed by two bodyguards and an older man, easily recognised as the Italian mafia boss Senior Dante Alpecco. He is here all the way from Italy to make business with the handsome youngster. The Senior offers a handshake to the younger man. He, of course, accepts it and holds the hand of his partner shortly and tightly. 

“I’m thankful for your assistance Senior Alpecco. The goods will be delivered to you late Sunday noon.” the italian smiles in return and with specific accent said “It’s always pleasure working with the Park family.”

The man in the Gucci suit, by now we are certain that it is indeed Gucci, turns around, swiftly enters the back of the car making a gesture to his bodyguards,that knew exactly what they had to do and left their boss alone in the car with his trusted friend and driver on call Jungkook. “Jungkook, let’s go home.” said the man looking at himself in the looking mirror. He isn’t older than twenty five, with black hair and a cold expression crossing his handsome features. “Though meeting?” asked Jungkook looking at his friend in the same mirror. “Though can’t explain it. All I want is to go home.”

After fifteen minutes solid ride and no more talking,the car stopped in front of a house with big gate.

The gate opened and the car parked in a garage next to five more luxurious sport cars. The driver-friend came out and opened the door for the handsome man to leave.
Gucci from head to toes stepped out of the car,offering a warm glance to his friend. “Thank you, Kookie. I really appreciate what you did. Without you, by now the whole empire would have crumblesld.” the other man offered a warm smile in return getting back in his car. “Of course. I get money from this you know. Ahh, Jimin?!” our main character turned around fast. “Yes Jungkook?” the younger man offered even bigger smile, causing his bunny teeth to soften the whole macho vibe he usually has around him. “Kiss her from me.” Jimin let out a relieved sigh and nodded.

 "Sure old friend.“

Jimin, by now known as the man in the Gucci suit, the protagonist of this story, opened the door of the garage that connected the garage and the house. Actually not sure if house is enough to describe the mansion Jimin lived in. 

The three floor massive building was made of the finest materials. Marble floors, original paintings hanging on the walls, enormous rooms on all three floors, no matter the fact in the mansion there were around 10 people helping out the young prince of crime.

Now lets explain. This massive building was a present from his father for his twenty birthday. His fathers job by the way is being the king of the local mafia. Which of course was enormous. It delivered all kind of illegal services. Which made the Parks, son and father,one of the richest families on the continent. All of that meant that Jimin was deeply involved in his fathers business. The boy was a prince. All women fell for him. One word from Prince Jimin and their panties were wet. That made him a good businessman. He was able to sell anything if you give him one sign you were listening to him.

 But he didn’t want a woman. He had though history with women as a whole and not good impression of them. His parents were divorced. Jimin was given to his mother. His mother beated the shit out of him when he was little. Shocking, I know right? Actually Jimin found shelter with his father. Who really protected him and gave Jimin love, appreciation and education. 

 The crime prince hated not being in control of a situation, he took this from his father. His raven black locks he took from his mother. Piercing cold blue eyes that made anyones blood stop were a present from his grandmother, a wonderful strong woman Jimin adored as a child, before the whole divorce thing and hee death. Strong body and incredible stamina was the fruit of his own hard work to protect himself and her.

 "Jimin, are you listening to me?” his father brought the black haired man back to reality. “Yes father. You were saying that we should change the path of the buses with the goods for Alpecco. However, the police expects us to change the path by taking the small routes in the towns. Jungkook told me. You know the boy, he’ll never lie. After all, you are the reason he is alive and he trusts you with his whole existence. So instead of driving through the small routes, where we are expectes, I suggest letting them drive through the hallway. It will be faster for us and deceiving enough for the police. It’s proceeding by my plan. As always.” his father smiled proudly. Seeing his boy grow up and becoming a real man made him proud. He was just as intelligent as he needed to survive just fine. “Let’s proceed by your plan then. All I want is my goods to be here by Friday. So we can send them to Senior Alpecco for Sunday.” Jimin bowed lightly to his father. 

 "Jimin, your mother has written to my secretary. She wants to see you and her.“ Jimins whole mood got ruined in less than thirty seconds. "I’m sorry father, but I have no will or desire to meet…her. Also, I will never let this woman get even hundred meters close to her.” he says sternly,making sure he gets his massage across. “As you wish my boy.”

 Mr.Park is a massive man. Exactly like someone who got out of a mafia novel. With his white suit and matching hat, the whole town feares him and worships him as a God. Mr.Park takes care for his town, to be beautiful and lovely placenfor anyone who comes. He had no desire to become a politician,however. He was pefectly happy with the life he had. As they walked out of Jimins home, his father patted his son on the back in the most fatherly gesture and asked a few more times if he was sure Jimins plan will work.“Of course, Father. I have never failed you, have I?” just as Mr.Park was getting in the car he laughed remembering something.

 "Son, someone is really eager to see you and is high time for you to take care of it. She went out of her room, but got scared when she saw me and hid in your room. She only called Doyoung a few times. Enough for one night. Go see the joy of your life. And soon I want to see her too. Five years are enough hiding.“Jimin almost forgot about her. How could he? He saw his fathers car start the engine and Jimin told Doyoung, his most trusted butler, to lock the garage doors and go home. 

 "Actually, tell the whole staff to go home. You all worked hard for this week. I want to be alone with hee this weekend.” Doyoung bowed “Wise decision sir. She starts to feel your absence. I will go tell the others. Go to her.” Jimin only waited for him to stop talking so he can run backin the house. But stoped dead in his tracks remembering something. “Ahhhh…Doyoung?” “Yes sir?” “Stop calling me sir. We are the same age. It really makes me uncomfortable to be the big bad boss at home too.” Doyoung face lits up and he smiles. “Of course Jimin. Now…stop wasting time s-no, Jimin.”

Excited, Jimin ran as fast as he could back in the house, climbing the steps skipping one at a time, finding his bedroom and kicking the door open.There she was, reading Rohald Dall on the king sized bed. Her braids were neatly made by one of the maids, the ballerina skirt made a puffy cloud around her. She has a concentrated expression on her face. The words of the book aren’t hard, but the meaning behind them, are making the girl scratch her little nose and furrow her brows together. Jimin can watch her for days, without saying anything and it will bring him all the happiness in the world. When the small girl sees Jimin, her whole expression lights up, she throws the book on the bed, stands up and jumps in Jimins arms. 


The black haired boy lets out a relieved sigh, while he hugs her tightly to his chest. She gives meaning to his life and hope that not all women are bad. However, he is afraid of anyone who knows about her.

About his greatest weakness. His beautiful five years old daughter,Marcela. 

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Midnight Dance. ::Sami Zayn One Shot::

Pairing: Reader x Sami Zayn

Word Count: 2,830

Warnings: Minor swearing.

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I saw it and just had to write an imagine for it, but featuring Sami x Reader of course. This is exactly how I wish I could be spending my New Year’s Eve, but unfortunately it’s not to be :(

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New Year’s Eve. Traditionally, a start of new beginnings, new resolutions (some kept, some broken) and saying goodbye to the current year. And, if you were friends with certain people, a time for alcohol and lots of it.

For better or worse, (I couldn’t tell), but I just wasn’t really a great drinker, at least in comparison to my teenage years. My tolerance seemed to shrink over the years as I got older and I was just plain out of practice. New Year’s though, was the one night I was willing to make an exception.

The hotel bar was booming, mainly with WWE staff and their families, the area having been rented out for us. The members of the New Day had set up an impromptu dance floor and Xavier had even brought Francesca along, though it was a struggle to hear the instrument over the pounding of the speakers, the typical cheesy New Year’s Eve music being played.

I was stood to the side, slightly out of the way as I conversed with Nia, who was looking stunning in a red dress and with her hair pulled back. Despite the character she played on screen, in reality she couldn’t be more different. Nia was my bona-fide mum friend. She even came with a certificate that said so. Taking a page out of The Miz’s book, I had whipped up a certificate for her, stamped with Y/N’s seal of approval, as part of her Christmas present. She had found it hilarious and had immediately snapped a picture of it, sending it to both Dean and The Miz, stating how much better hers was. Miz had jokingly threatened to sue me for stealing his idea.

I was slightly bouncing and half swaying on the spot, enjoying the way my skirt was swishing around my legs. Sometimes it really was the small things that amused me. Behind Nia, I could see Sami approaching us and I raised my hand to wave at him.

“Hey Nia, Y/N” he greeted, pulling me into a friendly hug with one arm as he was holding a drink in his right hand. His beard momentarily scratched against my cheek before he pulled away and I could still smell that gorgeous aftershave he always wore. Not that I had told him, how much I loved the scent. No one wanted to be known as that girl with the weird smell fixation.

“Hey Sami” I replied in return, having to tilt my head to look up at him. He was looking rather dapper in a fitted sky blue buttoned shirt, the sleeves having already been rolled up to his elbows. His signature cap was missing from the ensemble though, which was slightly disappointing. I rather liked it on him, you know that whole victorian paper boy vibe. At that mental thought, I realised that might just have to limit my reading. No more Philippa Gregory, Jane Austen and the likes for me.

I could hear Nia shift on the spot and turned to see her looking out at the crowd, her focus on a distinct mane of purple-pink hair.

“Sorry guys, just need to have a word with Sasha. I’ll talk to you later” she said as she made her apologies, stepping into the crowd surrounding us. Pausing momentarily, Nia turned to call out over her shoulder to me.

“If I don’t see you again tonight Y/N, text me to let me know that you got back to your room safe,  okay?”.

I would have almost rolled my eyes at her, if it wasn’t for the fact that I appreciated her thoughtfulness and gestures of care. Beside me, I could feel Sami’s body shudder slightly as he sniggered silently to himself and I elbowed him playfully in the ribs to get him to shut up.

“What if I don’t make it back to my hotel room safely?” he muttered with a fake pout, standing up straight and shaking off the elbow to the ribs, as though he hadn’t even felt it. Not that I had been particularly rough with the action to begin with.

“You can text me” I reassured him, playful patting him on his shoulder in mock sympathy. Sami just raised an eyebrow at me and stepped forward, taking up the space that Nia’s absence had left.

“You look amazing” he told me, genuine honesty reflected in his voice. I couldn’t help but almost preen as he glanced over me, his eyes lingering on my face and drifting slightly to my neck and where the precious stone of my necklace laid further down. Sami blushed slightly as he realised that I had caught his wandering gaze, but I was too busy trying to control the heat that was flaring up across my own cheeks, to say much to him about it.

“You look great too” I replied, trying not to focus too much on his exposed, strong forearms.

“You’re missing your cap though” I added, pouting at him as I did so, causing him to chuckle. His laugh was deep, infectious and with the ability to cause shivers down my spine. He bowed and doffed an imaginary cap at me.

“Me apologies, ma’am” he offered, in what I suspect was an attempt at a Cockney accent. I laughed again, shaking my head at the dreadful accent.

“What are you drinking?” I questioned, as my eyes fell to the amber liquid that was contained in the glass he was holding, eyeing it with great suspicion. Sami raised his glass to eye level and examined it for a moment, slightly baffled himself, judging by his expression.

“Kevin” was all he said in answer, shrugging his shoulders as he spoke, as if that answered everything. Which it kind of did. Kevin was a good answer to a lot of things sometimes.

“Want to try some?,” he offered, holding out his glass to me. “It’s actually pretty good’.

I timidly accepted the drink from him, my fingers brushing over his as they wrapped around the glass. I took a small sip, letting the liquid slide down my throat. It was as Sami had said ‘pretty good’, though slightly stronger than what I was use to and I licked my bottom lip to collect every last drop of the alcoholic beverage. Sami was watching me, his eyes tracing the flickering movement of my tongue and I blushed deeper, hastily passing the glass back to him, seemingly snapping him out of whatever moment he had be in.

“Well credit to Kevin, where it’s due” I spoke up, hoping to move on past the awkwardness, undoubtedly of my own doing. This was Sami we were talking about after all, my imagination probably running away with me again, because there was no way that the Underdog from the Underground was looking at me like that.

My attention was caught by Big E, as he suddenly busted out some impressive (and also slightly alarming) moves on the dance floor, causing the crowd that had gathered around, to let out a sudden roar of approval. I only turned back to look at Sami, at the sound of him clearing his throat and he nodded his head towards the dancefloor, where my attention had just previously been.

“You want to dance?” he asked.

“Oh I can’t dance” I was quick to reply, shaking my hands in front of me vigorously as if to further demonstrate my point. Sami studied me for a moment, making a point of deliberately finishing his drink and placing the glass down on a nearby table. I knew immediately what was about to happen before he even reached for my hand.

“Sami, I can’t dance” I tried again and he paused for a moment, expression serious as he flashed me a comforting smile.

“Yes, you can. I’ll take good of care you” he reassured me, his face falling slightly as he noticed my continuing hesitation and nerves. He chewed his bottom lip thoughtfully.

“Please, Y/N. I really would like to dance you” he added. I sighed and nodded my head in affirmation, hoping I wouldn’t live to regret my decision.

“Fine. But the moment I step on your foot, I’m outta there” I warned. This seemed to be enough for Sami and his face pretty much lit up. I blushed at his response and my palms suddenly felt clammy.

Hands linked, Sami guided me through the crowd. Several times I heard him politely speak up, an “Excuse us” falling from his lips and one distinct “Fucking move, Kevin. I’m busy”. The man in question just laughed in reply, clapping Sami on the shoulder, whispering something I couldn’t hear into his ear, but that caused the ginger wrestler to blush and grumble something back. Kevin took a step back and let us by, winking at me as he did so, his face full of mirth.

We reached the edge of the dance floor and Sami steered us to a fairly empty space, slightly secluded by the angle of the wall, but with plenty of room to move about.

“So dancing….” I offered nervously as I eyed the people nearby.

“Well, you’ve got to have seen my entrance a hundred times by now, haven’t you?” he spoke up, grinning widely, absent-mindedly rubbing his beard. My eyes traced the gesture, almost surprised that my own hands itched to do just that to him instead, before his words sunk in.

“Wait, we’re dancing like that?” I queried.

“Yep” he confirmed with a grin. In his eyes, there was a touch of mischief and a determination that I was quick to recognise from his matches. I knew from that moment I was doomed, knowing that I wasn’t going to be able to deny him. Besides, despite what my hesitation might suggest, I really did want to dance with him. Sami was always such fun to spend time with.

“Ok. Just wait a minute, because this isn’t happening in heels” I warned him as I lifted up one foot off the ground and started to work on the buckle of my shoe. It wasn’t long before I began to wobble dangerously, my balance precarious as I stood on one foot. Ever the hero, Sami took a step forward to help, solid hands placed on my body. One hand rested on my arm, the other on my waist. I could feel the heat of them spreading through my clothing and onto my skin and I felt another curious, altogether different heat spreading from my stomach.

“You’ve gone all red. Are you feeling alright? We don’t have to do this” Sami told me, the questions rushing out one after another, clearly concerned.

“I’m fine. You asked me to dance and we will. I want to” I replied, suddenly feeling emboldened, though by what I didn’t know.  I certainly hadn’t drunk enough for it to be that kind of false bravado.

Using his shoulder to help prop myself up, I unbuckled my other shoe, tossing the both of them to one side, ensuring that they wouldn’t be in the way of anyone, not wanting to cause an incident. I felt his hand slide down from my upper arm to grasp my hand and I hoped he didn’t feel me shiver as his fingers ran over my skin.

“Just think of me, dancing in the middle of ring,” he paused, laughing quietly under his breath. “Preferably after a victory for me”.

He winked cheekily at me, pulling a laugh from me, our hands swinging in between us as he began to move. It admittedly took me a moment for me to join in, trying to bring up his entrance music in my head and superimpose it on top of the song that was actually being played out loud.  I thought back to how that upbeat song made me feel every time I heard it play and the anticipation, not to mention the adrenaline, that Sami provoked every single time he made his entrance.

Sami’s face seemed to light up the moment I joined in, my feet moving in time with his. He swung our linked hands together a bit more vigorously, as we continued to dance, Sami Zayn style. He swung me around occasionally, never breaking his grip on me, both of us laughing loudly together.

We probably looked like a hot mess. There was no finesse to our movements, probably moving completely out of step for this kind of music, our laughter drawing far too much attention than I would normally be comfortable with, if it wasn’t for the fact that I was just having so much fun. I could see several people, including Kevin and Nia glancing at us in amusement. Sasha who was still stood next to Nia, even waved cheekily at me.

Sami twirled me under his arm once again as the final strands of music began to fade out, the current song ending. I was admittedly disappointed as we were forced to stop, though at the same time I was thankful for the breather. Sami still had my hand gripped tightly in his and I was probably a damn mess by now, breathing far too hard for what could be considered to be attractive and my hair wild, but damn was I having a great time with him. He made me forget my worries, forget to be so self-conscious.

The DJ’S voice filled the room and I suddenly realised that all the couples in the room had paired off and that the image of a giant clock complete with a second hand, had been projected onto the far wall.

“And it’s time for the countdown folks, 2017 is rapidly approaching, so let’s get ready to celebrate”.

I looked up to Sami, to see him step closer to me. The number 10 was chanted out loud and at this he pulled me towards him, spinning me as the countdown began, bringing me straight into his chest, his hands resting gently on my lower back. My face was only inches from his, lips almost brushing, if only one us leant in a little bit more. He took a deep breath, steadying himself, arms wrapping tighter around me as he realised I wasn’t pushing him away.

“8, 7….” everyone else continued in the background.

“Can I kiss you?” Sami asked, his focus intent on mine. I shivered as a result of the anticipation his words created within me. If I was being honest with myself, I had wanted this for a while. No one made me feel like Sami did, being with him was easy. And while I enjoyed being his friend, that didn’t mean that I didn’t want more.

“6, 5….”.

“Please fucking do” I replied, my voice breathier than I had even realised. Sami couldn’t help but laugh at my response, a wide grin breaking out across his face.

“Fuck, it feels good to hear you say that” he admitted, cupping my face in his hands as he did so, pushing my hair back and out of the way.

“3, 2…”.

“1! Happy New Year everybody!” I heard the crowd roar as Sami lowered his lips to mine.

His lips were moving softly against mine, almost timidly, as if he was still half afraid that I would push him away and reject him. But how could I ever reject Sami?

Wanting to convince him that my feelings were the same as his, I wrapped my arms tightly around his shoulders, stepping closer into him as I did. I could feel the tension in his muscles fade away as my body pressed against his, Sami’s kiss becoming more confident. He continuously ran his fingers through my hair and I practically melted against him.

It wasn’t the most passionate kiss in the world, but even so I was breathing deeply as we parted. The kiss had been sweet, gentle and loving, perfect in every sense of the word. Sami was grinning down at me, wrapping his arms around me in a tight hug, even lifting me off the ground slightly, causing me to laugh.

As he set me back down on my feet again, I took the opportunity to go in for a quick kiss, wanting to feel his lips on mine again. Sami pulled me back into him as I went to break the kiss, kissing me more urgently this time, his hand laying on the hollow of my back. When he eventually did pull back, I experimentally licked across my bottom lip, still able to taste him, pulling a choked gasp from him.

Both of us blushing, he pulled me into a hug, letting my head settle in the crook of his neck.

“I hope the new year brings you everything you want” he whispered to me and I was only just able to hear him over the music. Looking up, I stroked his cheek, my fingers brushing over his beard.

“I think it already did”.

Summer Solstice Celebration!

Hello my lovelies! 
Only one week left until the Summer Solstice and I am just beaming for the upcoming celebration! I decided to make another post like my Spring Equinox celebration one since you all seemed to like it so much. I do plan on having a bit more of a ‘proper’ ritual and celebration of the day since that Monday I have off from work, but here are some other low-key ways that I am going to celebrate the day. I’ve split it into two sections of day activities and night ones because the Summer Solstice can go all night long and I plan on doing a whole cycle’s worth of things. 

During the Day:

  • Greet the sun! I know it’s going to be an early sunrise, but if you’re there to greet the sun, you’ll be starting the day off on the right foot! You can either just lay in bed and watch the sun rise from your window or head outside and do a sun salutation, both will give you energy!
  • Wear your favourite summer clothes! Shorts, tanks tops, t-shirts, sun dresses- even flip flops if you can get away with it! The colours associated with Liltha are reds, oranges, yellows/golds, blues, greens and white! 
  • I’m going to be setting my citrine, clear quartz and peridot stones absorb the sunlight throughout the day- other gems that would love to be out on the Summer Solstice would be fluorite, sunstone, agate, carnelian, and any stone that is green or yellow in colour! But you best check to see if it’ll fade in colour before you set it out all day. If that might happen, then the moon light will work just as well. 
  • For lunch, enjoy a summer salad filled with summer berries like strawberries and blueberries, apples, leafy greens and a sweeter dressing! The berries are a great way of celebrating what the summer will bring for you. 
  • Get outside! I don’t care if it’s for five minutes at your lunch break or an hour long hike like I plan on doing, but get outside and live in nature! Breath in the fresh summer breeze, feel the sun on your skin, meditate and be with nature. 
  • There are so many ways to drink summer in- literally! Lemonade, iced tea, fruit juices, herbal teas like chamomile, rose or lavender will be such a great way to get just that little bit of summer in you. 
  • Today is also a great day to try and interact with the faeries and fae folk. Leave a small offering of milk and honey (or a honey cake!) outside in your garden, in a park, on the outside window ledge, and the fae will appreciate the gesture! Who knows- that could be the start of a relationship between you and them. 

At Night:

  • Have friends over or go out to dinner! If nothing else, the summer solstice is about celebrating with friends and family! It’s about being thankful for what you have and getting excited for the summer, so get together and discuss your upcoming summer plans! Who knows what might come out of it?
  • Listen to music- your favourite music, and sing your heart out! The god Apollo (the Greek god of Light, Sun, music and poetry) is one of the many gods who will be thriving off the activities of today and you can honour them by just enjoying music and art. 
  • Light candles- or your barbecue! Traditionally, this sabbat is celebrated with a balefire (outside campfire), but if you’re like me and lack an outside fire pit, then lighting up the bbq and cooking up some veggie or meat kebabs will be a good way of making a feast and substituting the ‘real thing’. No BBQ? No stress- light up some candles and watch it glow. Bonus points if they are coloured or scented to match the holiday. 
  • Make a craft for the summer- a flower crown, a bird house, a sun catcher. I know I plan on making a flower crown and perhaps painting that day, but so long as you create something, spell or not, it can honour the day’s celebrations.
  • Watch the sunset- like watching the sunrise, watching the longest day of the year come to a close will be an amazing way to celebrate the whole of the Summer Solstice. 
  • Are you of legal age? Have a drink of summer wines or berry ciders- just remember to give either the first or last sip to nature, the faeries will find it! 
  • Decorate your home for summer and for the summer solstice by incorporating some common symbols as decor- seashells, fresh flowers like sunflowers, daisies, carnations, and peonies, little statues of birds, deer, faeries, feathers from birds, and shining crystals. The summer decor, beach house look is always a popular one during June and July so you’ll bled right in.

So this is the rough outline of what I plan on doing during the Summer Solstice! I am going to do a spell that day I think, but I haven’t decided what just yet. I’m thinking a motivation spell or a creativity spell, so I can charge up my summer and all the writing I plan on doing. All I know is that it’s going to be a great day! I hope that I have inspired you to celebrate, regardless of how busy you may be that Monday. 

I hope you have an amazing week and a fantastic Summer Solstice! Love you all and sending all my good vibes out to you for this summer.

-Faye xx

Hired by BigHit: Boy Meets Temptation- Part 3

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

Genre: Fluff (with sexual implications in future chapters)

Summary: As BTS’s new choreographer, you feel especially drawn to a certain dancer as soon as you meet him. You just left out one small detail during your introduction.

Parts: 1 // 2 // 3 // 4 // 5 // 6 // 7 // 8 [END]

Hired by BigHit Series: Taehyung // Hoseok // Yoongi // Seokjin // Namjoon // Jungkook // Jimin

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Touch Me


Summary: Ronan keeps touching Adam in one way or another. At first he’s confused, then he’s flattered, and it all goes on until he feels comforted. He doesn’t understand why it’s happening, but he doesn’t want it to stop.

A/N: This is my first ever Pynch fic (Raven Cycle fic in general) and I’m super nervous about posting it, but I figured if I never post that first fic I won’t ever have the courage to possibly move on to write more fics. This is basically just a bunch of moments where Ronan and Adam touch each other (in non sexual ways, mind you). Hopefully I didn’t make anyone too out of character. Feel free to send me some feedback, and I hope you enjoy it! As far as first fics go I’m quite proud of it.

Also! I started this before The Raven King came out, and it just so happens that my copy still hasn’t arrived as I’m posting this, so if something seems off please keep in mind that I haven’t actually finished the series yet!

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The night was chilly and magical; a typical autumn evening with faded and currently fading golden light illuminating their features. The slight breeze kept ruffling Adam’s hair, and he kept whipping his head around to get it out of his face. Gansey was talking to the whole group, but Blue was the only one to acknowledge his words. Noah was at her side, but he didn’t seem to be listening to them. Ronan was out of Adam’s view.

He watched idly as Blue reached out to give Gansey a light shove because of something he said, which he responded to with a confused expression that told them all that he had no idea what part of what he said had been wrong or offensive.

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Runs In The Family

Originally posted by thethingsthaticantsee

Requested by just-a-touch-of-writing:

“I wanted to say that I love your imagines and I was wondering if you could write one where you’re Owen’s niece and you and Zach don’t get along at first but you slowly fall for each other after the many near death experiences and he kisses you at the end.” 

Note: This person asked for a personal but unfortunately I do not write personals, I hope you love this imagine anyway, thank you for enjoying my writing! :) xx Also this imagine will not be exactly to the plot but I’ve tried to stay as close as possible x

Warnings: Swearing

“Can I help you train the raptors?”


You huff in annoyance and roll your eyes at his answer. You don’t know why you thought today would be any different but you had and now you feel totally bummed out. Everyday it was the same routine, you got up early, scoffed down your breakfast, threw on your denim shorts and Jurassic World t-shirt, chucked your hair up into a messy high ponytail, laced up your combat boots, walked to the Raptor’s pen and asked your Uncle if you could help train them and every day received the same answer. 

“Better luck tomorrow, kid.” Barry said patting your shoulder as he walked past you. You stare after your Uncle’s retreating figure as you groan. “Do you think he’ll ever let me?” You ask as you trail after Barry. “I can’t answer that, your Uncle is the most unpredictable man I’ve ever met.” He says as he begins to fill out some sheets. You were about to reply with ‘tell me about it’ when something catches your eye.

“Hey who’s that?” You ask nodding your head toward an unfamiliar car that just pulled up as three unfamiliar figures get out of the vehicle. 

“I don’t know, but they shouldn’t be here.” Barry says narrowing his eyes.

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Summary: Dan makes an online dating profile, attracting all sorts of strange people. He nearly gives up altogether before he receives a message from a man that he never would have expected to be a match for him. The man is adorned with pastel colors and a sweet demeanor, and is he really about to go on a date with someone that’s arguably his exact opposite?

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A/N: am i really posting something after a month? well shit, call me dan howell i guess. it seems we’re on the same uploading schedule jesus christ i apologize

Warnings: swearing, innuendos

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This might sound dumb but...

I’m really struggling with my life right now (toxic environment, toxic people, about to be homeless) and if any of you could send some positive energy and good vibes I would greatly appreciate it… also if you have any idea of ways to help with stress and depression please let me know. I feel like I’m coming to the end of the road and running out of options…

Ladyblogging, part two

Summary: in which marinette realizes that the internet is a lot smarter than she thought and that the only way to protect her identity is to join the ranks. identity reveal. adrienette.

Notes: High-key bowled over by the positive responses I’ve received :’) Thank you for all the love!


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Unknown, Paris, France.

Join date: 2016-04-16

Ladybug’s Official Blog.


1.) Is this really Ladybug? It says official for a reason.

2.) Does Chat Noir have a blog? Probably. 

3.) Who are you? I am Ladybug.

4.) Can I send you LadyNoir fanart/fics? While I appreciate the support, I’d rather not see it. 

5.) Are you single? Probably. 

6.) Are you ever going to tell us your secret identity? They’re called secret identities for a reason c: 

7.) Do you have a Twitter/IG/FB? Ladybug does not, no. 

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First thing first,  a huge congratulations to Seventeen for their award at MAMA 2016! Those precious boys do deserve this and much, much more! The leaders, the units, the members all deserve huge awards for the huge effort and amazing hard work, as well as brilliant work.

Originally posted by pledisseventeen


Okay so, now that the congratulations for mama 2016 have been said, congratulations to Seventeens for such an amazing comeback!

This comeback actually shows development from Seventeen.

To be honest during the announcement of ‘dark seventeen’ i was a bit worried…

A lot actually…


Well because the individual pictures looked just melancholic and a bit…ballad-y, for a lack of a batter word.

So I was really scared that they would release a really slow ballad. Sure, there’s nothing wrong with ballads, but in my opinion, a comeback title song as a ballad would not fit Seventeen, especially after the song and music video ‘Very Nice”.

Originally posted by asianfireflies

However when i heard saw the second teaser and heard the song, i was just…

Originally posted by swaghao

Yep, the feels creeped up on me when I least expected them.

And soon my heart was…

Originally posted by sneezes

because of all the pictures.

And then the actual music video got me all…

Originally posted by 96syk

because it is soooooooo good.


Firstly, the actual song is amazing. Its fun, funky, upbeat, energetic yet a bit more mature than their previous songs. Congratulations to WOOZI, S.COUPS, WONWOO, MINGYU, Vernon, BUMZU for writing the lyrics.

Second, the dance looks also fantastic. Once again, it is much more mature than their previous choreography as it is less focused on acting cute, like a young boy in love, but rather, more grown up , cool and a bit more sexy, something done without being to raunchy.  There were hip thrusts, sexy looks, but all of than done without being too much.

Originally posted by mc-gyu

(I’m sorry but why does The8 look so much like Gaara in this gif?)

Thirdly, the music video is so much fun! Pretty U was a great song, but the music video destroyed it, in my opinion. It was incoherent, badly passed and just overall very messy.

However this one…. This mv is amazing! Each member has some focus time, they all all seen clearly, the pacing is great, the plot is simple and is mixed with great dancing and just generally fits the vibe of the song so well.

And the quality…… oh the quality is fantastic. Its so clear, so bright, so well shot…. I really, really love it.

Now, lets talk about how amazing do all the members look.



Originally posted by seokmind

Okay, this guy slayed me so hard. I did not expect him to rap with that raspy, sexy style. The moment i first heard him I had to stop the music video and rewind. In fact, even now when I listen to this song, I have the biggest urge to play his part again, and again and again and again and again and …. you get the point. And he looks like a god.



Originally posted by pledisseventeen

I admit, i had a bit of a tough time recognising Wonwoo. In fact first time I saw him in this MV all i could think of was; Who is this? But he looks great, even with green hair( although i do prefer his black hair) and his voice was sexy as always.



Originally posted by gyuhan-17

This boy…. this boy should take a chill pill. Like what is this? He was trying so hard to seduce all CARATS  and i really think it worked. I mean, I’m not even Mingyu, but he sure made my heart go BOOMBOOM.



Originally posted by eatmark

Speaking of chill pill…. if Mingyu needs one then Jun needs like 17(see what i did there? Ok I’ll stop). I know that he is a great actor and all,  but this… this is just unacceptable. His glares, his smirk and just his overall presence is one of the best from seventeen. He looks good an he probably know it. But excuse me Pledis….. Where them lines at? Why did he get 2 seconds?! (But at least he got screen time so YAAAS my boy slay!)



Originally posted by wonnhao

And speaking of no lines… 3 seconds… really? Well, at list he got to be a cool drone using guy in the MV. And he finally got the centre time he deserves. I can’t wait for the choreo video to come out because i know that he will prove that he is a great dancer. And he was so passionate too.



Originally posted by check-mark

Ok so, real talk. This guy may hate being called pretty, but I’m sorry but he is just so pretty. He is such a good looking guy, but instead of being a more manly looking handsome like Jun, our angel is just so beautiful. He should always be appreciated and loved. And his voice was really sweet and I’m happy that it fits his voice more than ‘Very Nice’ because he should shine.



Originally posted by pledisseventeen

This american boy should stay in his lane. I already have more biases than i panhandle, I don’t need more pain between choosing who to put as my wallpaper. I mean, to i have to explain Joshua? Cute, sweet but handsome, multilingual… and has a great voice and can play the guitar.

Originally posted by jishooua



Originally posted by pledisseventeen

Hoshi is a great dancer, nothing new here. So as usual, i am waiting for the dance practice because I am really excited in seeing him dance. I also think he should keep the black hair. It actually makes him look his age and really machos his eyes. He did look great in lighter hair, but in black he looks much more mature.



Originally posted by dokyummm

Yes, shine Seokmin, shine! I’ve heard quite a few people say that he is not attractive, but girl where? Seokmin is actually a very sexy guy with killer vocals. And i was so surprised to fin dot last time that he can dance up front so well! 



Originally posted by gingerbreadvernon

Vernon! My fellow 98 line! I’m so happy he got a rap verse that wasn’t disjointed! And this hair and style is definitely his best. Vernon is our handsome meme and we all love him for that!

Originally posted by gyuhan-17



Originally posted by junhot

Our amazing Diva turned sleeping beauty in this comeback is once again so beautiful. I can’t wait for more hilarity from him as MC Seungkwan is too hilarious. And those high notes though… So good! Life is not life if you don’t watch Seungkwan compilations. Also, if the rumours of this precious boy being shamed by staff for being fat, hen they either better hide or get a life. He looks fantastic the way he is. You don’t need to be thin to look amazing.

Originally posted by pledisseventeen



Originally posted by wonhuu

What does he think he is doing? No, really, why is he torturing us noonas? Really, he should stop(but actually he really should continue).Also thirsting after Dino is fine as long as it doesn’t include measuring his private parts or sending crazy things to him on a regular pacing. After all, Dino is no longer the very little giant baby he was. He is much sexier now, especially seeing that his face is turning out to be manlier than the other members’. I can’t wait to see Dino dance more and grow more. That boy is going to the right direction, thats for sure.

Originally posted by performanceunit



Originally posted by joeeaton99

And here he is…..  The amazing, perfect, beautiful young man (yes i might be a bit biased…. just a bit). Seriously though, I won’t tell no lies, Woozi is my bias in Seventeen. I mean, he really is fantastic and this song yet again proves it. And i am so happy that he is finally getting more lines. His voice is so soothing and beautiful. However, I do wish to see him dance more.  After all, he is an amazing dancer, just look at all the pre debut dances he has participated it. It saddens me that he is not in the performance team like he was expected to, but then doubt that he would be able to write like he does now. Anyway, Woozi in this MV is cute, super attractive and sexy, like always. He is just so talented and i could gush about him for so long (which i did in my previous post for his birthday-shameless plug).

Originally posted by mc-gyu


So yep… Seventeen just had yet another amazing comeback. And this time its much more mature. Sure its not dark like we expected, but it shows growth from the cutie, high school boy concept into guys who are more confident. 

Seventeen is a group that warms so hard, especially as they are a self-producing group.

Seventeen deserves more awards.

But Seventeen also deserves a nice long break. After all, its been just a year since their debut and they have already had 3 mini albums, 1 full album and 1 repackaged album. If thats not hard work, I don’t know what is.

I usually don’t say this but stan Seventeen, stan talent. Seventeen is a group that wasn’t put together just based on looks.  All members are really talented in their own respect. While with many groups in their first year you hear ‘oh they should improve’ Seventeen stunned immediately.

So good luck Seventeen and don’t overwork yourselves!

Stay healthy!

And Carats, lets give Seventeen their win with this comeback! they really deserve it!

And of course don’t forget to buy their album! 

I sure am!


And thank you for such an amazing comeback!

Thank you for reading!

(oh and pledis, you better not be mistreating these boys!)

PS @eggplantjoy I would like to apologise in advance, as when the dance  practice will come out, i will spam the life out of you.Also if any of the guys capture your eye please do tell)) haha. 


This episode jesus.

So since we’re down to Nina’s last few episodes i wanted to watch these episodes and see if they’re going to give any change to Elena’s character and i don’t know why i still have expectations with this show because it keeps getting worse and worse. There was so much wrong with this episode but 2 characters were the MVPS who dropped so much truth and i’ll talk about them but first lets get the boring people out of the way. Here’s my review.

Alaric & Jo | They’re still very boring, and seeing as how i don’t care for neither of them I don’t understand why they’re still on here. It seems Jo’s only purpose is to make Elena realize of what she truly wants in life and who the hell knows why Alaric is on there maybe to be Damon’s cheerleader like everybody else on this damn show who knows but whatever they were boring.

Matt | Once again he was made to be a plot device, and have a 5 second scene of checking a wound where he was almost killed. Can y’all just give Matt his farewell and send him on his way? Seriously any episode he’s in he’s either being held hostage or almost getting killed just let him go already. I get that he’s basically the only human left among his “friends” but its time for him to die permanently or leave town because there’s no purpose for him anymore. I like Matt, he deserves better than his characters been given so give him his deuces and leave MF.

Enzo | Okay did i go temporarily deaf or did that fool call Damon his “old friend” when he was talking to Lily? Then bitch about Stefan again? I’m sorry who was the one who left you in a cell to die and then kill the woman you love? Oh right DAMON. I ain’t got no time to deal with Enzo his time on this show ran out a LONG time ago and this little storyline with him and Lily made him no more interesting. 

I hope this isn’t going to be some freaky hookup story or something between them because ew, but it looks like he’s going to help her stop from becoming a ripper again which would be very ironic seeing as how he constantly bashes Stefan for the same thing. Enzo just has no purpose, he’s either bitching about something Stefan did or holding someone hostage dude either die or shut the hell up because i don’t care anymore.

Now onto the MVPS of this episode….


One of the things the writers are getting right this season is how they’re handling Bonnie’s character because after seasons of her sacrificing for these people she’s finally realizing how they never appreciate what she’s done for them in return and she’s saying fuck that and putting herself first. She let Damon know that she wasn’t just going to let his mother have the chance to bring Kai back or those vampires/witches who could kill them all, she’s fought too long and hard to get back to her life for it all to go to hell again and that’s what i loved to hear. Bonnie taking control of who she is and giving no one any mercy.

She also dropped so much truth tea on Damon about the cure and she was right on the money with what she said. I was warming up too the idea of Bamon but when he tried to attack her that’s when i jumped off that train because it reminded me that he’s an asshole and doesn’t deserve anybody especially Bonnie. She deserves way better than that and more.

Lily Salvatore | I know some of y’all may have a problem with her but I love her because even though she has parenting issues, she also schooled the hell out of Damon the whole episode. She knew just how messed up he was for keeping the cure from Elena, knowing that it would make her happy and wasn’t going to give it to her so she took it upon herself as punishment to give the cure to Elena herself and i was here for it because he was too much of a selfish asshole to do it. She may be getting to know her sons again but one thing is for sure she isn’t a pushover and is just as lethal to get her point across.

I’m not sure where they’re going with her storyline but it looks like she’s going to be a ripper again if they don’t get her friends out of the other world and something tells me this is going to end badly. Bonnie has the device to get back to her world so its going to be a showdown no doubt.

Steroline | I feel like with these two they always try to flip back and forth from friendship Steroline to relationship SC and it just doesn’t work. I liked that Stefan was trying to help her get her humanity back, but that all went to hell with those visions because they were once again using Liz’s death to prop them again and i’m not here for that. I don’t understand why they took such a great friendship and ruined that, their first time was with their humanity shut off and they’ve been terrorizing people together so right off the bat whatever they have isn’t healthy and i’m still not feeling the vibe that Stefan wants to even be with Caroline. 

I know he cares for her, but ever since S6 started they’ve been forcing the fact that he HAS to be with her, everyone telling him he HAS to save her, HAS to be bring her humanity back and Stefan really has had no say. No ones told him that he doesn’t owe her anything, that all he has to be is a friend to her and that’s the problem. I think he’s more with her out of guilt and sympathy than anything else and i’ve said it and i’ll say it again he’ll never love anyone like he does Elena so Caroline won’t be 1st in his heart. Caroline deserves a good man, but right now she just needs to mourn her mother. They’ve put so much emphasis on SC that they haven’t had time to show Caroline just be sad and try to take it one day at a time and they probably won’t but that’s what should happen. 

sidenote: Loved what Caroline said about DE, not one damn lie was told!

speaking of….

Damon & Elena | I’m so disappointed at the fact that ever since S4 they’ve taken Elena’s character and made her a puppet for Damon to do and say whatever he wishes to happen. Everyone pointed it out to him what has been the truth since forever and that’s that he doesn’t give not one care to the choices Elena makes or what she wants it all about what he wants. Her happiness has to revolve around him, and if it doesn’t he gets a temper tantrum. He lashes out and takes out his aggression on the people who Elena loves, but that’s not the sad part its that Elena will look past all of that and still forgive him. Its not like she’s blind to his evil deeds either because those are the only memories she has of him so my question is why is still with this man who’s caused her life so much hell?

In S1 what happened when Damon found out that Elena was on her boyfriend’s side about not getting the grimore from his father’s grave? He threatened to kill Elena and turn her into a vampire.

In S2 what happened when Damon got mad that Elena made her own choice? He snapped Jeremy’s neck.

What happened when Elena wanted to make the choice to sacrifice herself to Klaus? He fed her his blood, so that she’d come back as a vampire knowing good and damn well she didn’t want to be one and then almost killed Stefan for defending her.

In S5 what happened when Elena(katherine) broke up with him? He killed Aaron, and almost killed Jeremy and Bonnie.

Its very clear that from all of this that Damon doesn’t care about Elena’s free will unless he has any say about it. Even when he died at the end of S5, when he came back he made sure to force his way into her life and even though she had erased her memories of him he didn’t care.

That brings us to the cure storyline, and this is what gets me about Damon. He says all these words about loving Elena, but when the time comes to show it he provides no proof. He didn’t like the fact of her growing old, having children, having an actual happy human life without him in it even though he knows that’s what she wants. 

Elena SETTLED for Damon, she settled becoming a vampire because she had to, she settled becoming the person she knew she didn’t want to be but she was never suppose to become this person in the first place.

We truly did lose the true Elena gilbert when she went off of the bridge and since S4 she’s never been the same. When she was human she was the best version of herself, with Stefan at her side she was selfless, brave, kind, and fearless. Stefan was such a great influence of Elena because he loved her unconditionally, let her make her own decisions, and was there for her no matter what. He wanted to take the cure with her for genuine reasons, he wanted to actually grow old with her and have a family with her. He also was content to just give her the cure and be happy in any way she chose, because that’s how much he loved her very selflessly. That’s why him and Elena worked so well because they had love in the most pure way and always brought out the best in each other.

That’s why Stelena’s “human” life episode was so genuinely beautiful because they truly wanted that life with each other, they had tears in their eyes when it was over because it would never be a reality. They told each other they’d always love one another and that’s what love is all about.

Damon only wants to take the cure with Elena because he doesn’t want her to go back to Stefan, or to leave his side to be happy her own. Once again this is about what HE wants, and not about what Elena wants. Damon never wanted to be human again, he doesn’t want any kids or to get married because in S4 when Elena asked him to take the cure with her what did he say? “That’s Stefan Elena, not me”, the only reason he wants it now is to keep Elena under his control. Its never been about her happiness, its about Damon and that’s why their such a toxic couple. They’re so codependent on each other, and selfish as a whole that they don’t work. They’re not romantic, they’re not epic, they’re just sad and if this is suppose to be representation on how a relationship should be its a very poor one. 

Elena’s self worth is dependent on Damon’s happiness, and if girls who watch this show think that’s how a man is suppose to treat you then that’s very unfortunate. He doesn’t care about her, he doesn’t care he stole Elena from his little brother, he doesn’t care about anyone but himself and he’s not going to change. He’s an asshole, plain and simple no one else to blame.

I know this was long as hell but i had to get my point across, i guess i’ll see y’all next week!!!!

How to Gradually Stop Talking About Your Problems Too Much

(Accidentally deleted the original post, and then saw it as an opportunity to adjust the post.)

Here’s the scene…

You wake up in the morning and some icky stuff from the day before floats into your thoughts.

It doesn’t feel super bad, but it’s still bothering you a little.

The interesting part is that as it is bothering you, it is also starting a momentum of similar energy that might grow bigger later in the day.

The type of momentum depends on how you choose to focus.

You realize that even though yesterday happened already, and even though you have new opportunities in a new day right now, you’re still a bit annoyed about what transpired yesterday and the days before that as well.

In the midst of feeling annoyed, you decide that you need to clean your office. Because that’s been bothering you too.

However, the energy of that desire feels more like it is inspired by the fear and anxiety of it not getting cleaned previously in the week.

And that not so good feeling energy is more so dominant than the feelings of enjoying and appreciating a clean office.

And so you go about your day, like you usuaully do, and several distractions “just so happen” to happen.

It is life, distractions happen. There are ups downs. And there are things that you like and don’t like.

But on this day, you just happen to dominantly focus on what you don’t want with not so good-feeling energy.

And so it grows bigger.

You end up talking with tons of people who are complaining about their lives…and who keep saying things like:

“I can’t do this because of that. I cant do that because of this…”

“The price of milk is ridiculous!”

“The fruits and vegetables cost too much!”

“My spouse is trippin.”

“The economy sucks.”

“My boss is ew.”

Not realizing, as they say all of this, that are sending out intentions for LOA to match.

And that no matter how real and justified these comments might be, things won’t change until you begin to change how you look at them first.

The whole time you keep visualising yourself slapping them in the face like Bernie Mac did in that movie “Head of State.”

Because you are already feeling annoyed, and it’s like they are adding fuel to the fire.

But you don’t slap them, because that’s not a nice thing to do. And you can’t blame them because that’s what you’re resonating with and that’s what you too are sending out.

Your mind is still so heavily focused on how much you dislike certain things that you didn’t want to happen, that you are not fully here in the moment.

Your are not recognizing in those moments, that even though there is much to complain about - there’s also much to be grateful for.

There’s nothing “wrong” with that. It’s just an experience in life that attracts similar kinds of experiences with more frequency.

The trippy part is that those things happened already.

You can’t go back and change them.

BUT You cano adjust your perspectives on things and learn from results.

You CAN choose better-feeling thoughts.

Later you end up at the store, and for some reason it’s like the holidays in there.

Or maybe it’s more like the Zombie Apocalypse…

Just kidding.

But the lines do stretch deep into the aisles though.

Luckily you see a shorter one and get in it, only to find that the people in front of you have half the store in their carts…

And you think, “What the crap is going on here?”

Remember you do have the option of choosing to focus in another way if you wanted to.

You get home, finally, and after you put things away…

You accidentally fall asleep.

By the time you wake up, it’s 11:30 pm.

You have to be up early, so organizing your office is out of the question.

Naturally, because of not so good feeling momentum, the first thing you do is find anything you can point at to blame for you not being able to get your office organized.

You are not here in the moment again.

When you try to make changes, fears sometimes rush in like diarrhea.

So when you decide that you want to clean your office. But the momentum wouldn’t allow it to flow like you wanted…

Sometimes you think there’s no way it’s your fault that it didn’t get done. There’s no way it could have anything to do with your vibes.

You think It has to be someone or something else. It has to be!

It’s the complaining people at the store’s fault. It’s the long lines fault, it’s this, it’s that…

The excuses, justifications, and fears come out like diarrhea.

So you start talking about all of your problems again, in a bad-feeling way though.

And so the loop continues.

You then feel all the negative energy of these problems, and now your pissed off.

Meanwhile law of attraction is, without doubt and prejudice, responding to and matching your vibes.

Which perpetuates more of what you’re complaining about.

And, well…

How do you stop, and why?

You can stop by gradually realizing that momentum exists in life. Sometimes it will be good-feeling momentum, and sometimes it will be not so good-feeling momentum.

The important thing is that you gradually begin to slow down the negative momentums when theh start.

And ride out and accept them when it’s tougher to slow them down.

Then remember that you have a choice in how you look at things.

Recognize that there are more ways to look at what’s bothering than just complaining about it.

You can gradually stop by recognizing that complaining DOES have a positive purposes withinn it, and that one of those purposes is to help you change perspective.

You can also recognize that within a complaint is also the seed of an equal or greater benefit.

And that talking about the problems too much, and finding too many excuses and justifications, is just another way of NOT taking responsibility for your vibes.

You can stop talking about your problems too much, in that bad-feeling way, by seeing them as indicatiors of where your vibes are in those moments.

Which then gives you the opportunity to make a better-feeling choice that can build momentum that tips the scales.

Imagine that instead of seeing problems as annoying - unwanted - insurmountable things, you saw them as opportunities to adjust how you are focusing and to discover or bring into existence awesome feeling solutions and experiences…

Imagine that by changing your focus, you could literally change what you are attracting into your life.

So again, why would you want to gradually stop talking about your problems from that negative energy space too much?

Well, does complaining about it feel good or solve the problem?

Does complaining about them too much keep looping the same problems?

Are you still predominantly responding to them by complaining about them and thinking bad-feeling thoughts?

Is that working?

Are you seeing the opportunities within them?

Or are you more so using them as reasons to explain why you keep telling the same old negative feeling story?

(Not that that’s bad or make you wrong or anything like that, but if you’d like some things to change you’ll have to adjust your perspective at some point.)

Are you gradually realizing that you can tell better-feeling stories and start attracting more of what you want as result of that?

Are you noticing that as you shift your energy, solutions and answers appear?

Are you noticing that as you feel better, better feeling experiences are attracted to you?

Now this post was not saying that it’s a terrible thing for you to talk about your problems, or that anyone is wrong if they do so…because we all do.

This was just a post sharing how you could change things if you wanted to, and how you could attract the solutions or the opposites of those things that you might be complaining about.

So, thank you for reading, and…

Peace be with you.

anonymous asked:

your tags on posts make me curious about what you actually think about the current situation. the ways it's starkly different from prev years is apparent, but your insight would be much appreciated.

Ay. I’m really wary of the effect on other fans of making hard predictions.

I think they signed an extension with Modest at the same time that they started making plans to move to a new management, and at that time they started getting advice on how to skirt the very edges of their contracts without getting into legal trouble. I think there were other complications, like Eleanor probably needing to do double time at school to make up for missed time so that she could graduate on time. I think in addition they’ve been working on trying to change people’s minds, as they said in a Scott Mills interview, which takes a long time. I think that the weed video was a part of ‘changing people’s minds’–but Modest was not on board and did everything they could to undermine and subvert their actions.

As a part of this, Modest lost their interest in the future of 1D, other than what money they could earn from them via current products like perfume and makeup, and pushed 5sos and refused to push 1D.

I think that since they knew that the end was near and that they had outside counseling to help them, the power struggle that we had always seen between them escalated, not only with the weed video and Louis’ failed Rovers deal but also with the stuff we saw this summer, around Pride Day, so that everybody was crossing new lines they hadn’t crossed before.

I think that everybody knew about the Rainbow Direction initiative and did what they could to support it, everybody tweeting rainbows all of a sudden and Niall wearing a rainbow hat, while at the same time Modest wanted anything lgbt-themed very far away from their brand–and I think they tried to encourage a smear campaign against Rainbow Direction online, and I am quite sure that they tried to harass Rainbow Direction participants in person, getting security to block them, etc.

I think a transition started this August, and August was stage 1 of a tiered process of getting people to 'change their mind’. Initially, a lot of that was directed at the fandom–both larries and non-larries. Preparing larries to change their expectations and hence conversations about what they expect from 1D–and for the very first time since May 2012 people started talking about the possibility of them coming out. And non-larries started talking a bit more strongly than before about the possibility that Harry was non-straight. But there was a lot of resistance to this from all directions–because larries are very gun shy because of the conditioning and hostile environment of the past three years, and of course non-larries would have their own resistance to changing their way of thinking. So lots of infighting among larries, lots of non-larries sending aggressive messages to larries, either upping the homophobia or choosing to bargain, going from 'he’s obviously straight!’ to 'he’s bi and not gay!’. And we also had the incident of fans going to a Chicago concert with signs that read 'Michael Sam will burn in hell’ and throwing things at Harry. And this kind of backlash is completely expected, and exactly why they need to go slow with changing people’s minds.

I think that stage 2 was November, with the headlines and media shift, and this was directed towards the public at large. And excaberating the fandom’s gunshy tendencies was the fact that Modest continued to do what they could to undermine and subvert their actions.

I think that the band was also dealing with other serious stuff that had nothing to do with Louis and Harry and was a major contributing factor.

I suspect that we are in a further stage of transition–that the airport photos were the beginning of stage three–and Harry Magee might have some powers still but not as many as he used to. And he no longer has the power to keep the lgbt-coded Rainbow Bondage Bear away from his het brand. Rainbow Bondage Bear continues to send out a very lgbt-friendly vibe and its return was a very good sign.

I’m keeping my eye out on that big gap in April in the middle of the tour. And expecting that more big things are going to happen between then and now. But I also am prepared for more of a bumpy ride, in case there is more resistance to the process–and right now the old narrative is still being maintained, although at a lower key than before. And I am also extremely aware that things are likely unpredictable from their end too, and that unpredictability means that plans can change. Which is another reason why hard predictions are generally a bad idea.

I don’t know, but I’m hoping that Harry’s face is going to appear on somebody’s birthday cake.

Also let me add that if other people are reading the situation a different way I’m okay with that. But this is how I read it.

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I absolutely hated Thor 1, thought it was one of the most boring films I'd seen in a long time, and enjoyed Thor 2 much more (though have no plans to watch it ever again). How come you're the opposite? What do you find compelling about Thor 1?

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anonymous asked:

1111111111111 :-) that's a 1 just to be clear

1. soulmates au (this is a request from forever ago from this list that i couldn’t get to bc of my writers block i’m sorry i hope you like this!!! i said i’d post something tonight if i didn’t finish that oneshot so here u go!!) (the writing for this is so bad i’m so sorry)

“Hey, my name’s Luke and I’ll be your server, today,”

“Hello, this is Luke from AT&T I’m calling about your current cell plan,”

“What’s up my name’s Luke and I’ll be your campus guide for today’s tour,”

Luke here, Luke there, Luke goddamn everywhere.

You’d never been so sick of a stupid name in your whole life, but this one was killing you everytime it was mentioned - which seemed to be a drastically unfunny amount of times every day. And it wasn’t even hearing it that bothered you the most - because you always got that feeling that’s you’d know his voice, should he ever speak first - it was seeing it. Because his name was everywhere you looked. On name tags, on return addresses, scrawled in textbooks, written on abandoned binders, scratched into tabletops - and the small cursive on your wrist was about to drive you off the edge if you looked at it one more time. 


Everyone else seemed to get unique names - the type that wouldn’t haunt them all day every day, like yours did - and never seemed to stress or worry about it like you did.

Why did his name follow you around like that - like no matter where you were, there was bound to be a Luke or two in the building, and they never seemed to have your name marked on their wrist.

Why did everyone else have it so easy compared to you.

Everyone else seemed to look at this whole soulmate thing in a completely different light, with hope and optimism and excitement, but everyday you grew more resentful of the concept - of the idea that only one person would ever be right for you, and that finding them was a complete stab in the dark.

And who even decided this bullshit - before either of you were even born. Who decided who was going to make you laugh, hold you through the tough times, guide you back to the light, fill you with happiness and joy.

Who decided who you would hopefully spend the rest of your life with? Who you were supposed to raise children with, grow old with, live with.

How did they know that it would all magically just work out. How did they know what name to permanently imprint into your skin. Who were they to tell you that the love you found, who didn’t match that you were told you were destined to, wasn’t right for you? Who were they to decide your sexuality?

And who the hell were they to give you the most average name in the book?

It was so frustrating as well - especially to you, who’d always had a slightly rebellious spirit, but was also a complete romantic.

As a child, you’d found comfort in the idea that there was a specific person out there, tailored just for you, but with every Luke that entered your life, that had slowly started to fade. 

Now, you’d call yourself a cynic - this whole soulmate thing putting you on edge. You spent your life holding your breath, waiting for every Luke to flash that small patch of skin that would tell you if this was it - if it was actually him, and he was yours and you were his. But it never happened. With every name tag, every greeting, every name you heard in passing, he was never yours.

And it was sad, really, that the one thing you were trying to let go was getting to you so deeply. You found yourself worrying about it all the time. You’d get distracted in class, you’d zone out watching a movie and have to rewind half of it to catch up.

And you found yourself becoming distant and disorientated whenever you’d hang out with friends, especially at bars and clubs, where they would actively set out to take a guy home and you’d sit and drink away your sorrows - afraid of being let down again.

“Hey, why are you so down?” Your best friend frowned as she fell into the booth beside you, her hair sticking to her forehead with sweat and her words slurring. The fluorescent lights of the club reflecting off her skin, illuminating her as if she was emitting ecstasy from every pore.

You shrugged, faking a smile and she seemed to accept it.

“You should go get another drink, you’re almost empty, that’s probably it,” she beamed, as if she had everything figured out. “I’m gonna go dance!”

And then she was off, skipping towards the dancefloor where her soulmate was waiting for her, an ecstatic smile on his features the minute she threw her arms around him. With a sigh, you pushed yourself out of the booth and made your way over to the bar, sitting at one of the large stools and occupying yourself by picking at a beer mat until the bartender came over.

It was a good five minutes, lost in your thoughts, before a drink was placed in front of you, and you looked up to see the bartender smirking down at your confused expression.

“I didn’t order that,” you frowned, looking down at the pink concoction then back up at the man.

“Courtesy of the guy in the douchey neon tank top at the end of the bar,” he spoke with a deep voice, an australian accent, and a hint of amusement, as he nodded down toward the end of the bar, where a sweaty looking frat boy sat grinning over at you.

“Is he even legal?” your face scrunched in disgust, the guy huffing dejectedly from across the bar when you pushed the drink away - not even bothering to sugar coat it with an appreciative smile. He wasn’t your soulmate, and if he was, you didn’t want him - not if buying you a cheap drink was his way of picking you up.

“I doubt he’d have gotten in here if he wasn’t,” the bartender chuckled, wiping his hands on a small towel before whipping it over his shoulder and leaning forward onto the bar. You started absentmindedly playing with the beer mat again, paying no mind to the drink before you. “You don’t want it?”

“I don’t wanna send him the wrong message,” you sighed, not bothering to look up at him again, too consumed by your own sad thoughts.

“He’s not paying attention anymore,” he replied, “You should try it, you might like it.”

“What is it?”

“I call it the Hemmings-way Daquiri.”

“You know it’s Hemingway, right?”

“This one has a little Hemmings in it, though,” he smirked, gauging a reaction out of you them once you looked up at him, your eyes wide in alarm - slightly grossed out. His eyes then blew, the second he’d realised what he had said. “Oh god, not like that, I just meant - it’s my name, Hemmings, I haven’t - y’know,”

You couldn’t help but laugh - even giggle, slightly. His flustered state was actually quite cute - the mishap a welcome distraction from your thoughts. You bit your lip, eyes on his again as you asked, “What happens if I don’t like it?”

“Full refund,” he nodded.

“I didn’t pay,”

“Exactly,” he smiled, a small dimple popping on one side of his face as his face practically glowed under the lights. “I’ll get you another drink on the house.” he said before his smile softened, and he was then leaning fully onto the bar in front of you - as if there was no other customers he should have been attending to.

“Okay,” you sighed softly, plucking the wedge of grapefruit from the drink and bringing it to your lips. Once you’d sucked out the juices from the fruit, your face scrunched and you discarded it onto a napkin on the bar. “Bitter,” you mumbled when you stuck out your tongue a little, which caused the bartender to chuckle. You then reached out for the glass, lifting it to your face and taking a big gulp.

He watched for your reaction, inching forward slightly to see if your face would contort in distaste or pleasure.

Once the cool liquid ran down your throat, you thought you’d drag it out, licking your lips and pulling a pensive face. “It tastes just like a Hemingway Daquiri,” you teased.

“Ah, but I put in a secret ingredient,”

“Which was?”

“It wouldn’t be a secret if I told you,” he rolled his eyes. “But do you like it?”

“It’s alright,” you shrugged, but you were unable to stop smiling when he pouted at you. 

He was cute, you could admit that even though you weren’t exactly looking. His blond hair was gelled back slightly, falling into a rather flat quiff that was effortlessly sexy. His jaw was framed by a slight stubble, giving him the ruggedly handsome vibe that you’d always been attracted to, and his eyes were gorgeous -a cerulean blue that bore an uncanny resemblance to a tropical ocean. 

“It’s the best Hemingway Daquiri I have ever had,”


“Sure.” You giggled, deciding to appease him. “Hemmings-way.”

He smiled back, fondly, and it actually brought a slight blush to your cheeks - the way his eyes shone as they looked at you, like he could see something in you that you didn’t know was there. 

“Hey, when you’re done flirting, you’ve got people to serve,” his co-worked called over, and he quickly parted from you with a brief apology, leaving you to drink your Hemmings-way Daquiri and pick at your beer mat - all whilst staring at the god-forsaken ink on the inside of your wrist.

Once your glass was empty, the bartender replaced it with another pink drink, offering a small smile as he continued to serve others - and before you knew it, the crowd started thinning out, and he stuck around a little longer every time he brought a new glass over. The two of you talked a little - mainly him cracking jokes about other drinkers or telling your stories about who he had served throughout the night, and sometimes him cracking jokes about how gloomy you looked in an obvious attempt to lighten the mood.

And he let you vent out your problems, let you voice your worries about the whole soulmates thing, and how you were worried you’d only ever be connected by a name - not by things in common or admiration or respect or love - but a duty to someone else. And he listened, unlike all your other friends who cut you short with a what does it matter, they’re your soulmate. And it felt really good to speak to him.

And when the bar had only a few people left, he stayed with you, and the two of you talked for what seemed like forever until his co-worker shouted out last call and you thought maybe it was time you went home.

“Thanks for keeping me company, I had a lot of fun,” you giggled, slightly tipsy from the many drinks he’d slipped you - not even making you pay for one - and although you could taste less and less alcohol with every glass, it had gotten to you nonetheless.

“Me too, you’re a refreshing change from the usual crowd,” he grinned, hand shooting out to your shoulder when you pushed yourself up and stumbled against the bar with your heels.

“Thanks,” you sighed, embarrassed, your eyes casting down, subconsciously, towards his wrist. And where his tattoo should have sat, there was a wristband covering it - which, for some reason, made you smile.

You were so sick of names - one name in particular - and you actually liked this guy. He was funny and kind and gorgeous, and you didn’t want that name on his wrist to ruin your night.

“Yours says Luke,” he said, and your eyes darted up to meet his, “I saw it earlier - it must get annoying, I know I hate it when people have the same name as me but it must be killing you.”

“Your name’s Luke?”

“Sorry.” he chuckled with a nod, “I bet you’ve met a lot.”

“You have no idea.” you tried to laugh it off, but the nerves were bubbling up inside you. It could have been your Luke, all this time.

“Can I ask you a question?” he asked, and you nodded in response. “If I were to ask you for your number, and I wasn’t gonna show you the name on my wrist, and you weren’t going to tell me yours, what would you say?”

You couldn’t help but smile - if not only for the fact that he wanted your number, which meant he’d enjoyed the night as much as you had, but for the fact that he’d listened and he understood your worries.

And suddenly, you were willing to waste your time with what might turn out to be another dead end - another name tag, another random voicemail. 

You grabbed a spare napkin from the bar and smiled up at him. “I’d say, do you have a pen, Luke?”

One Shot - Seventy Percent

I’m not sure if this is the first one out but there was so much Alex on my dash today and I wanted to do this anyway, so here’s a Zalex fic. I’d appreciate your thoughts on this. 😊

Seventy Percent

He was about seventy percent sure Val wasn’t romantically interested in Zendaya.

Alex knew that wasn’t enough, not when Val was his best friend, not when they had agreed years ago to never fight over a girl. Eighty percent – that would have been a better number. And eighty real percent, eighty percent of Val insisting he hadn’t fallen for her and with only the chance he was lying. Not seventy percent that were just a number Alex was telling himself to justify why he was driving his car to take her out for dinner.

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i deleted the original post last night because i didn’t want to have the screenshot on my blog, but i wanted to make a text post about it! 

last night phil sent me a direct message on twitter asking me to email him my submission along with my name and tumblr url so that they could consider my piece for being in the book. he said that they misplaced my email but that they loved the artwork i did which was :D i sent him the email last night and got the email from their editor this morning! 

i’m honestly very glad that i didn’t receive the initial email because it really taught me how to handle rejection better. i had definitely come to terms with it not being considered for the book and i was very proud of it regardless of their decision not to include it. i’m very thankful for all of the kind words you sent me when i was upset and the good vibes you’ve sent me since i started working on the piece. also a huge thank you to everyone who made such an effort to help dan and phil see the drawing that led to phil sending me the dm - whether or not i make it in the book, all i’ve ever really wanted is for them to see the piece and love it, and having that confirmation makes me incredibly happy.

i want to make it clear that i don’t think i have a better chance than anyone else who also received the email. i’m in the same boat as all of you guys, just the manner in which i was contacted was different. i’m under the assumption that dan and phil never saw the original submission - not because i think there was no way that they would have looked over it if they had seen it, but because phil mentioned that they misplaced my email and i had written it on the bottom of the original submission. that’s the only reason why i don’t think that they saw it, nothing else. 

again, thank you so much for all of your wonderfully supportive messages (both from when i was upset and from last night after phil dmed me), words cannot express how much i deeply appreciate it <3