and met and hugged them all

anonymous asked:

ive met them thrice, all in London just walking around (since I live there) in 2014 2016 and this year. the time this year I gave them a hug asked them to sign my diary and a sheet music for I write sins not tragedies (I dunno? dont ask) and phil was really cute and smaller than dan the height difference was so cute omg and phil had like a permanent love eyes face looking at dan and I was like nearly screaming because they were so in love ughh

i’m fucking crying my eyes out at this what the fuck is wrong with me i want to punch myself in the face

‘permanent love eyes face’ soothes the phanti thoughts that crop up every so often tysm

fleur delacour falling in love with bill weasley because he sees her. his youngest brother looked and went hair-eyes-teeth-legs, thought body, thought sex. her whole life, men have been looking and seeing a thing, not a girl. since she turned thirteen and bud-breasts pressed up against her shirts and boys at school wanted to sit close, men back home lingered too long in hugs.

until she was fifteen she dressed herself in shame before she put any clothes on at all. wore everything a few sizes too big, a few inches too long. draped herself in thick fabrics to hide the body beneath them. never learned that hot eyes on her were the fault of their owners, not her. took the uncomfortable stares and the endless flirtation as a fact of life. was fourteen the first time she dared to say “stop looking!” and met only laughter.

it’s not until she’s nearly sixteen and her sister is turning ten that she sees eyes begin to slide over her and to gabrielle. a friend of their father’s, not even that deep into a bottle of wine, caresses a child-round cheek and murmurs a line from lolita, eyes too bright and lips too dry. gabrielle flickers a panicked glance around the room. that look is so familiar. the same hour fleur switches her baggy sweatshirt for a crop top and rolls her skirt over two inches. 

they will look at her. never at her sister.

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the year of letting go, of understanding loss. grace. of the word ‘no’ and also being able to say ‘you are not kind.’ the year of humanity/humility. when the whole world couldn’t get out of bed. everyone I’ve met this year, says the same thing ‘you are so easy to be around, how do you do that?’. the year I broke open and dug out all the rot with own hands. the year I learnt small talk. and how to smile at strangers. the year I understood that I am my best when I reach out and ask ‘do you want to be my friend?’. the year of sugar, everywhere. softness. sweetness. honey honey. the year of being alone, and learning how much I like it. the year of hugging people I don’t know, because I want to know them. the year I made peace and love, right here.
—  Warsan Shire | on: exiting 2016 and entering 2017

It’s been a month since the two of you had broken up… and already he was holding another girl in his arms. His fingers trailed through her beautiful red hair as he whispered words I’d never hear again into her ears. She giggled, and you remembered all the times he made you laugh, but he wasn’t there to do that any more.

He looks so happy, it was almost as if he had never met you… as if the two of you were never intimate, close like lovers are. He’d look happier than he ever was with you. 

You wiped away your tears as you took in the sight of them together, you hugged your cardigan close around your shoulders and you turned the other other way, hoping to god they wouldn’t notice you, but he did anyway. 

“Y/N!” He called your name and his voice reverberated throughout the crowds of people. “Wait.” 

You stopped in your tracks, allowing his hand to grasp your arm roughly, he was always rough, even when he didn’t mean to be… you fell in love with all his rough edges, his broken soul and his tainted mind. You were sure you could fix him. 

It took you awhile to realize that he didn’t need to be fixed, he was already perfect in all his imperfections, but by that time it was too late. 

“Hi Dal.” You faked a smile, you forced yourself to smile cheek to cheek and it burned your soul. You wanted to beg him to take you back. 

“Hey, I haven’t seen you around lately.” 

“I know, I thought it’d be better if I stayed away…” You trailed off awkwardly as you stared down at your feet. The truth is, you were avoiding him like the plague, you were avoiding this, you knew the truth was bound to come out.

“For who, you or me?” You could hear the malice in his voice, you could feel the teetering of rage radiating from his body. “You’re the one that broke up with me,”

“Dal please, your date is over there-” 

“To hell with her” His hands clasped around yours. “I know I’ve hurt you, okay? I have hurt you like nobody else has hurt you, and I’m sorry for that… but nobody has loved you the way I have, and nobody ever will. Please, take me back.” 

“You’re so happy with her Dal, you should be with her. We always fought, we weren’t right for one another, everyone said so.” 

“Fuck everybody Y/N! Fuck everyone, what about what you want? What about what I want? Did you ever think that the reason we fought so much is because of how much we loved each other?” 

“Dal-” You whispered with trembling lips, tears were slipping from your eyes and streaming down your face in tiny rivulets. 

“I love you damn it, I always have. You and I, we’re something special… we can’t just lose all of that. I know it’s going to be hard, we’re going to have to try this every day to get it right, but I want that! I want to spend the rest of my life fighting with you, I want to spend the rest of my life loving you! Please tell me you will try.” 

“What about her-” You were about to start a tirade, but he cut you off once again. 

“There is no her, there’s only me and you.”

the year of letting go, of understanding loss. grace. of the word ‘no’ and also being able to say ‘you are not kind’. the year of humanity/humility. when the whole world couldn’t get out of bed. everyone i’ve met this year, says the same thing ‘you are so easy to be around, how do you do that?’. the year i broke open and dug out all the rot with own hands. the year i learnt small talk. and how to smile at strangers. the year i understood that i am my best when i reach out and ask ‘do you want to be my friend?’. the year of sugar, everywhere. softness. sweetness. honey honey. the year of being alone, and learning how much i like it. the year of hugging people i don’t know, because i want to know them. the year i made peace and love, right here.
—  Warsan Shire

Hello everyone!!!! It’s been a long time since I’ve posted on here, but I thought I’d share a few of my photos from the con! I had an amazing time!!! I met up with 7 friends and we were able to share all the excitement together! Sam and Cait are truly the sweetest people ever!!! They are so kind, humble, and grateful! I am really glad I got the opportunity to meet them!! The highlight of the trip for me was Cait shaking my hand and giving me a hug ❤💀❤💀❤

the year of letting go, of understanding loss. grace. of the word ‘no’ and also being able to say ‘you are not kind’. the year of humanity/humility. when the whole world couldn’t get out of bed. everyone i’ve met this year, says the same thing ‘you are so easy to be around, how do you do that?’. the year i broke open and dug out all the rot with own hands. the year i learnt small talk. and how to smile at strangers. the year i understood that i am my best when i reach out and ask ‘do you want to be my friend?’. the year of sugar, everywhere. softness. sweetness. honey honey. the year of being alone, and learning how much i like it. the year of hugging people i don’t know, because i want to know them. the year i made peace and love, right here.
—  Warsan Shire

headcanon is that after sherlock met john he rushed out (and in fact, did not go to the mortuary) but rather went and grabbed all his stuff and moved in to 221b right that instant and told mrs. hudson “I’ve found him, oh my god, I’ve finally found him” and he tried his very best to decorate the flat all cute and mrs. hudson just watched fondly from the doorway as sherlock tried to decide where to put the drawing he did of his own feet and she helped move the chairs when sherlock was debating on where to put them and then as he left he hugged mrs. hudson and gave her a kiss on her forehead and said in a sort of dreamy way “we must be on our best behaviours tomorrow hudders, we’ve got john watson to impress.”  

Asexual/Modern John Laurens headcanons!!

-when he first met Alexander he was scared to tell him that he was asexual.
-once he told Alex, Alex gave him tONS of hugs and cuddles and kisses and told him that he still loved him.
-Slowly John started coming out to his friends and they all loved and supported him,
-Laf bought him a shirt with the ace flag on it.
-On Alexander and Johns one year anniversary Alexander took John to the aquarium to see all the turtles and fish because John is infatuated by them.
-Johns favorite animal is anything that swims.
-Alexander bought John a promise ring on their one year.
-One night John was scared Alexander was going to leave him because it happened in a dream and John woke up crying and Alexander held him and whispered cute little things in his ear and John fell right asleep.
-John is super proud of himself for telling all his friends hes ace
-Be proud of John my small son.
-Alexander and Johns date nights consist of Pizza and movies and cuddles.

I love China and Skulduggery

First we get “lessens, but never entirely goes away, does it, Skulduggery?” and the fucker staying quiet. Then we get China actually hugging and thanking Valkyrie for going to save him. China more than likely being the only person okay with her doing this

I think about the two of them alot. I think about what would’ve happened when they met all those years ago. She fell in love with him, he would’ve fallen in love with her and China would’ve used that to her advantage, right? Something would’ve happened between them? Maybe that’s why she got so jealous of his wife, because she took Skulduggery away from her

“When it comes to China, you rarely know what you’re doing”
That’s what Ghastly said. But what made him say that? Does Ghastly know about things they possibly did? We don’t know, but I sure do like to think about it. Plus, the only time China has ever been vulnerable is when someone threatened to jeopardise her realtionship with Skulduggery.

Everything we’ve gotten about China and Skulduggery has been… subtle. You don’t really notice it unless you look. The way she teases him, the way he stays silent. Is he ashamed of the way he let him get to her? Does he not want to be in love again? So many questions and so very few answers. But even after everything China did to him, he still cares about her. He still insisted on getting help when she was dying. “I can’t just stand here and watch you die”

But what happned after all that? China pretty much confessed that she loved him. Sure, his head was probably filled with other things with Valkyrie being gone and all but did he ever talk to China about it? Maybe he remembers how things used to be between them but knows they can’t have that anymore. He still cares about her though, he still loves her and she still loves him. There has to be a history there keeps them together after all these years. We don’t know but goddamn I want to know

When I first met you I honestly didn’t know you were going to be this important to me. Everything changed once I gave you that hug outside of the hotel. I never thought I would have dreams about you or miss being by your side or get butterflies in my stomach when someone mentions your name. It scares me that I find myself having all these emotions and feelings towards you. Maybe I’m scared because you mean more to me than any other person. I wish I could explain your eyes and how I find myself always getting lost in them and how the sound of your voice makes me die a little bit inside. How your smile makes my heart skip a beat and being with you makes me feel complete. If you have a bad day, I’ll make sure you have a good night. If you need support, I’ll be your backbone and your biggest supporter through it all. You’re worth all 730 miles between us, every last one of them. I hate waiting, but if waiting means being able to be with you, I’ll wait for as long as you’ll let me. Distance isn’t an issue, because in the end I have you. If you’re ever thinking about me, just know I’ve already been thinking about you. I took one look at you and I knew there was no turning back. You are everything I think about, everything I need, and everything I want. I will always find a way to make time for you, no excuses, no lies, and no broken promises. Trust me when I say, I’m here to stay.

This week marks the 2 year anniversary since I packed up my life and began my journey west. I was in a stagnant place in my life and my depression was truly getting the best of me. Since then I have met and worked with celebrities and traveled across this country but I think my favorite thing about what I’ve been blessed with are the people who support me even though they barely know me. The ones that took a chance on me. I grew up thinking no one cared about me and these two years have shown me that all of that is a lie. People are so good and amazing and I took a chance on them cuz I had no other choice but to trust what was happening.

2 years later I live in Los Angeles. I’ve eaten barbecue with Paul Giamatti, I’ve shaken Morgan Freeman’s hand, I’ve had conversations with astronauts and rocket scientists, I’ve hugged Jason Silva and shared positive words with him, I’ve met people who have literally shaken me up so deeply it’s brought me so much closer to myself and who I am.

This tattoo is what I got myself the very same week 2 years ago. This arrow is representative of me following my own path. Trusting my heart. Taking a chance. Jumping into the deep end. Falling in love with not knowing.

None of this wouldn’t have been possible without my faith in the divine. Whoever it is. It’s the only thing that gave me any sense of hope.

youre still alive, youre still alive, and I know that its a lie

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philkas au based off nightclothes by radical face

The day of Anne Shea’s funeral is one of the worst of Philip’s life. Lukas knows it’s tied with a few other horrible days, but there are some things they don’t talk about, things Philip doesn’t like to bring up, things that will spill out eventually, when Philip is ready.

Today, Lukas has to hold Philip up. He’s a puppet that Lukas has to direct forward.

There are no chairs, the guests standing around the brand new tombstone. Helen, Gabe, Bo, Lukas, Philip, and a few people Philip recognizes from around he and his mother’s old apartment. None of them speak to him; no one does, really. Philip spent the night with Lukas, and met Helen and Gabe here. All they did was pull his limp body into a hug, Helen tucking him into her side for a few minutes until the preacher arrived, before releasing him back to Lukas.

When he begins to speak, Lukas moves behind Philip, arms wrapped around his torso, holding him up. He rests his chin on Philip’s shoulder; Philip moves further into Lukas’ protective arms.

“Here to speak on behalf of Anne is her son, Philip.” The preacher says. Lukas lets go of Philip, and is about to give him a slight nudge forward when Philip slips his hand into Lukas’, and pulls him wth him to stand by the preacher. In the few minutes since it started, more people have arrived. Schoolteachers Philip had as a child, the mailman who dropped off their bills, and foster parents that Philip remembers fondly.

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C: The ace community on Tumblr is extremely white and Tumblr in general is extremely acephobic. On the bright side, I went to a pride event last summer, bought a small and large ace flag, and met as well as hugged every ace I saw and nobody ran up to me and tried to tell me or them that we didn’t belong even though we were wearing our big flags as capes like everyone else with their respective flags. It made all that acephobia up here insignificant.

Lance has a little problem. He’s nice and friendly person. Too friendly. Everytime they meet a new alien, he’s ready to hug them and accept them in his little family. And that wouldn’t be a problem if they weren’t in the middle of a fucking war where everyone around you might kill you.

But Lance can’t help it. When he saw the little arusian guy he wanted to knit him a sweater, when he met Rolo and Nyma he wanted to befriend them (and he had to flirt with Nyma because how can he say no to a pretty face??) when he met Yupper he told her all his insecurities and was ready to protect her from harm.

He’s just like that. He trust too easily and sees good in everybody.

Shiro and the others end up having a long talk with him about it after Lance started trying to become friends with monsters that even the Galra feared. And really, those weren’t even pretty monsters that could trick you into freeing them (Like Nyma, for example), no. They were huge dark-creatures that screamed danger from everywhere.

“Oh come on guys, just look at them, don’t you wanna pet them?”
“Lance, dear Lord get away from that! It’s gonna eat you!”
“He’s just being nice, don’t be rude Pidge.”

Lance still didn’t see the problem with those aliens. Yes, their looks are a little bit scary, but they are in space. Everyone is different and they shouldn’t judge those guys by their looks. They all are victims from the Galra. Lance doesn’t judge his friends, they are only being wary. The last few creatures he tried to become friends with did try to eat him. But, what if they didn’t? What if they were actually good?

He’s not an idiot. He knows what he does it’s risky. It may get him killed someday, he undertands why his friends worries. But if he doesn’t make an effort to save those dark-aliens, who will? Voltron must protect everyone.

Lance keeps doing this for while and only stops when he ends up freeing a giant alien who looks a lot like Cthulhu and holy shit he undertands now why the Galra flee from the base when they heard the alarm.

He’s teammates tease him a little about the “Cthulhu accident” but they forget with time.

It’s only when they end up in a strange galaxy fighting the Galra that they remember. They were losing, and hard. The Galra had them surround them, they couldn’t escape and their lions were to damage to even try to form Voltron. They thought it was the end of them.

Then Cthulhu arrived.

It was fucking insane, the giant creature destroy all the Galra ships by itself and even help them go back to the castle. When Lance got out of Blue, he ran hug one huge beast under the astonished look of all his friends.

WOAH VANDERWOOD I didn’t add him because i did sevens route so so long ago i don’t really remember him that well whoops

Saeran + V added


- he had just done / amazing / on his recent big show, he got you front row seats and you’ve never been prouder of your boyfriend.

- when the show was over you met him backstage, he had a bunch of roses in his hand that was given to him by the director.

- when you hugged him he swung you around a few times and held you tight, he set you down and placed the roses in your hands, you tried to refuse since they were for him but he wouldn’t let you.

- he told you he was giving it to you since you’ve been supporting him all the way, you were his angel and deserved them more than he did.

- it was so sweet and genuine you couldn’t help but laugh a little out of disbelief and tell him that you loved him for the first time.

- he instantly is grinning and pulls you in for a big passionate kiss

- it lasts super long and you’re so flustered because so many people are here!!

- he doesn’t care though

- you guys do that cute little forehead touch and you’re both panting

- he says I love you too and kisses you again.

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1st Win | Hyunwoo |

word count: 2k

genre: fluff & smut



You couldn’t believe it. After nearly two and half years of working themselves endlessly, the boys of MONSTA X had finally won their first music show. Screams erupted from the waiting room you were in, all the Starship staff huddled around the TV screen were cheering and shouting in happiness.

Including yourself.

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Getting all dressed up for a date and being oblivious to Earth 2 Harrison Wells’s jealousy.
••• Requested by Anon •••

He didn’t know what he was expecting. You were oblivious to his affections and he was too terrified to tell you how he felt. So, why did it come as a surprise to him when you said you had a date with some guy you met at the coffee shop?

You had disappeared during the middle of a conversation with Caitlin about the newest threat to Earth and Earth 2 and returned minutes later in a new and far more flattering outfit. The usual Star Labs sweater you usually wore had been tossed for a fitting blouse that hugged all the right curves. You looked stunning.

Once you informed the team of your plans, Harrison watched you leave with a sad, longing expression, which didn’t go unseen. Barry was very much aware of Harrison’s feelings and planned to make them known to you, whether Harrison liked it or not. He just needed some help from Cisco and Caitlin first.

Dear people that have 'triggers' when people disagree with them

I have met a rape and abuse survivor. I have seen her literally break down crying in a ball on the floor because someone tapped her shoulder from behind that she wasn’t aware of. I have seen her go from being calm and collected to shaking on the floor by being hugged, smelling a certain smell, being told certain things that all make her have flash backs. FLASHBACKS=TRIGGERS.
I have met military vets who literally jump out of their seat when someone pops a chip bag. I’ve seen those vets come into the room with huge bags under their eyes because they had multiple nightmare flashbacks that kept them up. So has my friend who was raped, she and the vets HURT THEMSELVES in their flashback nightmares because it is so TRIGGERING to them they bite their tongue/lip, scratch their arms and legs, hyperventilate for hours aftet their flashback.

You, self diagnosing, fragile child that gets annoyed someone DISAGREES with you, are not ‘triggered’. You simply are annoyed. I hate seeing my friends who have actual triggers and flashbacks, that can go from being fine to being in hell in a second, be trivialized on tumblr by children that cant handle differing opinions. It is absolutely disgusting and i hope none of yall ever go through anything that will make actually realize what a 'trigger’ is.