and now that i know what that outfit looks like from the back i won't be wearing it again

Preference 166: You're his date to an award show.

Harry: “Haz,” you called to him from the dressing room. “I don’t know if this one’s good enough.” “Well come out, then,” he instructed, standing from his place in the overstuffed store chair. When you stepped out of the tiny room in the baby pink dress with beautiful cutouts and detailing over the tummy, Harry’s eyes widened slightly and his mouth opened the tiniest bit, struggling to come up with an accurate response to the outfit. “You don’t think this is good enough?” Laughing with a small twinge of surprise, you shrugged and spin to make your way back into the changing room. “I guess if you feel that strongly, I’ll get this one.” Even though you couldn’t see him anymore, your boyfriend smiled brightly in your direction. “Thank you, Y/N.”

Liam: Too much? you typed, attaching a picture of the dress you planned on wearing to the next week’s award show and sending the text to Liam. Within a minute, he’d replied with a dorky picture of himself smiling and giving a thumbs up along with the response never, ur beautiful!! You smiled lightly and shook your head, shooting out a quick reply before stripping yourself of the gown and putting your baggy sweats back on. A few minutes later, you were tagged in a tweet, which, in all honesty, was no surprise. ’@Real_Liam_Payne: sneak peek of my prety babys dress for next Sundayy :) @yourtwittername’ Oh, how you loved Liam’s lame self.

Louis: “My mom picked my dress! I’m so proud of her style’s growth. Three months ago I wouldn’t have let her go near a store with me in the car,” you told an interviewer. She laughed and asked you a few more questions before letting you go. As a singer yourself, you were standing at the edge of the carpet doing interviews while you waited for the boys to finish up so you could all go in together. They’d been on the carpet for a few minutes now, and they were almost to the end. There was a steady buzz from the crowd while the five dorks were being photographed, but the noise intensified when Louis finally made his way over to you and wrapped his arm around your waist. You laughed when the boys began mocking the media, asking for pictures and autographs and interviews, which only made the crowd go crazier. “I hate you,” you said playfully, whacking Liam on the arm as he was the closest to you. Louis leaned into you so his mouth was by your ear, muttering a few words before dragging you into the building where the award show would began in a few minutes. “Tell your mom I said thanks for the dress by the way.”

Niall: Everyone was just about ready, and you were all about to pile into the black limo that had been sitting outside the hotel for almost an hour. You were in the lobby, with Lou and Zayn, waiting for security to tell you it was time to leave. Ever since you’d put on the kimono Lou had gotten you for the event, you’d been playing around with it like crazy, whacking Zayn with it until he was provoked to pick you up and sit you down. After laughing like a madman for five minutes straight, you got back up and stood by them to engage in conversation again. Niall had been on his phone for a few minutes, typing away and smirking occasionally. At one point he came over to you and placed the phone in your hands, revealing text messages with your parents in a group chat. The three of them had been talking about how you were both beautiful and a complete dork. When you finished reading, you smiled brightly at him, pecking him on the lips before grabbing his hand and dragging him out to the limo, where you continued to annoy your friends with your new favorite article of clothing.

Zayn: “Beb,” he called to you from across the hotel room. “Is it here yet?” Seeing as you couldn’t hear him, you didn’t even glance up from your phone. Sighing, he finished tying his tie before moving over to you and plucking a headphone from your ear. You innocently look up at him, slightly confused. “Limo?” “Not here yet.” He nodded, grinning lightly at you before moving back to the couch and taking a seat. Secretly, he snapped a photo of you sitting on the windowsill with one headphone in. Before you could notice what he was doing, he quickly opened his Twitter app and composed a new tweet. ’@zaynmalik: Almost on our way to a music award show and Y/N won’t take out her headphones !! Haha, music freak :)‘ You didn’t see the tweet until a few fans began to tag you in their responses, and even then, you simply smiled and informed your boyfriend that the limo had arrived.

~ sweetheart ~ danisnotonfire ~

You woke up to a buzzing noise next to your ear. You blindly search for the source of the sound by flailing your hands around. You squinted your eyes to see what it was. It was your phone, with the screen displaying the word ‘snooze’. Confused, you tap 'snooze’ and stare at your screen. You unlock your phone and look through the alarms. You found one set for 9:35 in the morning. Even more confused, you think back to the time you set that. In fact, you don’t remember creating that alarm at all. You delete the alarm and get out of bed. Once you were able to function properly, you stood up. Just as your feet touched the carpet floor, your phone vibrated. You looked at the screen which had popped up a reminder with lots of words that you couldn’t catch before the phone shut off. You sat back down on the bed and unlocked your phone once again to read the reminder message. It read

'Dear (Y/N), the alarm may have woken you up from a good nights sleep, or a terrible nightmare, who knows? Well, I guess you would. Anyways, go to my piano and lift the cover up. You will see an envelope there. Go, read it now. Don’t do anything unless I tell you to. Happy Valentines Day. Love, Dan.’

So it was Dan that set the alarm. You regret telling him your password now. You got up from the bed and walked over to the closed piano. You lifted the cover, letting something white fall to the floor. You closed the piano and bent down to pick it up. It was the envelope Dan was talking about. You noticed that it had the number 1 on the back in black marker. You carefully tore the envelope and pulled out a letter. It read as followed,

’(Y/N), I see you have started my little adventure I made. This Valentines Day, I thought I’d do something different and interesting. You may have already noticed, but I am not in the flat at the moment. Let me give you some instructions. When you get each envelope and read it, text me the number of the envelope you found. Remember to bring along all of the envelopes you have collected onto your journey.
Your clue for the location of envelope 2: I store the nutritions for Dan, I’m near the bottles and cans. Lettuce out of here now, I’m by the liquid of cows.
Remember the text! Love, the Dan-Meister.’

You put the letter back into the envelope. You quickly texted Dan the numbed one and then headed for the kitchen. That’s obviously where the next clue is. By 'lettuce out of here now, I’m by the liquid of cows’ it must’ve meant it’s near the lettuce and milk. You opened the fridge to find a peach-ish envelope with a large 2 on the back. You read the letter:
'Congratulations, you found it. Now retrace your steps and go back to the bedroom. In one of your jacket pockets, I have compiled a list. Go find it. xoxo, Dan’

You groaned. You owned many jackets and some had multiple pockets. You texted Dan the number 2. You walked back to the bedroom and rummaged through the wardrobe. You checked every pocket for the papery feel of the envelope. You quickly looked through your blue zip-up jacket and came in contact with card stock paper. You pulled it out and read the letter in the light pink envelope marked with the number 3.

'I have a specific outfit I would like you to wear on this expedition. It would be great if you wore that blouse I liked with that nice collar with a black pair of jeans. For the shoes, pick any one that you think looks good. Wear the jacket you found this in. Now with that being said, it means the next clue is outside. You’ll have to do some walking. You won’t have to go on the underground, don’t worry. Maybe a taxi if you’re incredibly lazy, which I know you’re not. Location #4: This one is by the corner of the street, the one with the giant tree. Somewhere on that tree is your 4th clue. Eat something if you’re hungry first. See you soon, Dan’

You messaged Dan the number 3 and then walked into the kitchen. You grabbed an apple and went to go find a pair of shoes. You opened the door to leave the house, then walked down the pavement. You saw the tree and a pink envelope wedged into the side of the tree. You tugged at the envelope and got it out. The note was short.

'They’re going to be quick from now. Envelope #5 is in the flower shop. The place is small, so it would be easy to find. Just look by the flowers. Enjoy walking, Dan.’

The flower shop that Dan was talking about was just a few steps ahead. You updated Dan on your progress and walked towards the shop. You walked in, and was greeted by Patricia, the florist. You waved and walked around the shop. Usually the employee would ask if you need help, but she didn’t move at all. Perhaps Patricia knew what was going on and wanted you to find it on your own. You looked around for an envelope. There was nothing there. You looked around every shelf and wall for it but is was nowhere to be found. You heard something clatter behind you. You turned your head around to see a single rose in a green vase with a hot pink envelope taped to the side of the vase. You smiled and walked up to it. Maybe it was Patricia who made that sound to give you a hint. You untaped it from the vase and opened the letter.

'Do you smell the beautiful flowers? Ah the sweet, strong smell of petunias, carnations, and this rose. The rose is yours to keep. I had told Pat to leave it there for you to find. Now, you’re almost there. Go to the sweets store a few buildings ahead. Just like the flower shop, the envelope is in there somewhere. Love you sweetheart, Dan.’

You text Dan a number 5. You took the rose and said goodbye to Patricia. You then walked up ahead towards 'candy heaven’. You walked into the store and ended up being surrounded in pink. It had been decorated for Valentines Day. You weren’t sure where Dan could’ve hid the envelope. Surely not inside the tubs of candy, as that would be very unsettling for other people and time consuming for you. You looked at the counter to find a basket of sweetheart candies (the hearts with the messages on them). Sweetheart. That’s what Dan had called you in his last note. It was brilliant. You found a dark pink envelope under the basket.

'Almost there. You will now head to the giant tree by the sweets shop, you know the one.’

You tapped the number 6 on the keyboard of your phone. You saw the tree once you left the candy shop. The corner of the envelope was peering from the other side of the tree. You took the carmine envelope and read its contents.
'One more to go. The last clue is at the fountain in the middle of the park. It should be at the base of it.’

You hit the send button after you type the number 7. You couldn’t wait to see what was at the finish line. You speed-walked to the park fountain. You immediately saw the bright red envelope being reflected by the sun. The letter read as followed,

'Now, ahead of you will be a ledge that overlooks the park.’

That was odd. That was all the note said. You looked ahead of the fountain, just as Dan wrote. You notice a tall and slim person leaning against the railing of the ledge. Too far to make out the face, but not far enough to miss the rest. You recognized the hair, the height and the unique moth shirt, half covered by a leather jacket. You quickly walked over, laughing, and hopped up the stairs that brought you up to the ledge. You hugged and kissed Dan for a good 10 seconds.
“You found me!” Dan said with a laugh.
“I sure did. How long did it take you to make this?” You ask.
“About a week to collect the supplies and a day to write out the notes. I had to ask Patricia and the sweets shop guy if I can leave clues for you a day before. I woke up at 8:30 to set all of this up. When you texted me the number one, I was at still at the sweets shop. I had to quickly get everything ready.” Dan said, gesturing towards a table with a white sheet over it. It had a crimson red envelope set on top of the table.
“Shall we sit?” You ask.
“We shall.” Dan answered.
Dan pulled back the chair so you could sit. You pick up the envelope.
“Is this for me to open?” You ask with a smile.
Dan nodded. “Read it out loud as well.”
You cleared your throat. “'Dear my sweet (Y/N). I’m glad that you were willing to go on this little adventure I created. I love you very much and I hope we stay together forever. Today is a special day. It’s the 14th of February, will you be my valentine?’” You finish the last sentence and smile. “Of course I will be your valentine.”
Dan smiled. “Did you notice something about the envelopes?” He asked.
You tilt your head in confusion. Dan told you to take out all of the envelopes and place them in order from 1-9. You took them out and ordered them. What you noticed was a large value scale for the color red.
“I bought these envelopes in different colors. The first one is the lightest. The last is the darkest. The closer you got to the end, the darker it got. I guess you could also say that the colors got darker as you got closer to my heart. Fun fact, red is a symbol for love and the heart.” Dan explained to you.
“This is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me.” You say to Dan.
“Well the best is yet to come.” Dan says with a smirk.
Just when you were about to ask him what he meant, Phil walks into view playing the violin, poorly. He purposely dragged the bow back and forth without any intentions of making good music. (Y/F/N) also unexpectedly popped into view with a tray of desserts. (Y/F/N) placed it between you and Dan. You laughed. You liked how Dan didn’t take this too seriously. You picked a cupcake off of the tray and Dan took a cookie.
“Happy Valentines Day, (Y/N).” Dan says between mouthfuls.
“And a happy Valentines Day to you too.”

lexichama-deactivated20150629  asked:

Hey girl, I know it's been a really shitty day for all of us, but just know that I'm here for you if you need me. My chest literally hurts and all it took was one BS chapter to ruin everything for us. It will be alright in the end, but it won't ever be the same as it was before. What's worse tho is how you and everyone defend kishi and he does this shit. I love kishi for making naruto for us, but I honestly feel betrayed right now.

“But it won’t ever be the same as it was before” this is like a nail in my heart, it’s true, I will never be able to look at SS the same again, it will be alright in the end, but you know, I’m not interesting in the end, nothing can ever take back the 12 years he was gone, and for those saying he may not have been gone 12 years, he might have stayed a year of 2 after she was born……that is even worse to me, that is even more humiliating, since they don’t even have a picture together and he still was gone for like 10 years if that’s the case and he left a young child, it makes no difference whether he left when she was a month old or a year old, it’s still destroyed, Kishi destroyed SS for me, nothing can take back the humiliation of Sarada questioning if Sakura is really married to Sasuke or if she is really her mother, nothing can take back the humiliation of SAKURA’S PICTURE BEING CROPPED OVER ANOTHER WOMAN’S PICTURE just to make it look like she is standing next to her husband because she doesn’t even have a picture with her so called husband (that hits me the most out of everything) Sasuke can take a picture with some irrelevant team he spent a week with but not his family, there is no excuse for this, and to make it worse, as far as I can see, in the Taka picture, Sasuke is wearing what he wore post war, meaning it happened sometime in the 699 time frame, yet no Team 7 picture, no SS picture, no family portrait, nothing can erase this, Sakura is miserable, has financial problems and can’t even remember if Sasuke wears glasses or not, and faints all the time either through illness or stress or whatever, she seems a completely different person than 699 and 700, Sasuke is an absent father and has kept no contact with his family for over 10 years, this is assassination to his character, nothing can fix this for me tbh, nothing. Thank you for destroying the one thing that went right in my life Kishi, I will never hate on you, but from what I can see, my respect is gone.

I also don’t think I am overreacting, I mean seriously, look at the chapter, look at it without being biased, this is the biggest crap possible that was dumped on SS and Sasuke and Sakura, nothing can fix it, he can “resolve” it but truth is, SS was destroyed for some shitty plot device and “drama”.

Kishi could give me a love confession or kiss from Sasuke in the end and it would not repair the damage he has done, I am so out, I don’t even want to look at anything Naruto related at the moment. I love SS so much and nothing can change that, but I am unable to look at them the same, this is beyond unfair to me, to you, to the SS fandom, to Sakura, to Sasuke and to Sarada, this one chapter destroyed so many things and I can’t turn a blind eye to it or defend it, it is trash in the trashiest form, my pairing being destroyed isn’t even what saddens me most, it’s the treatment of Sasuke and Sakura’s characters, my 2 favourites, they are as good as miserable, and alone, I would have preferred NS happening if it meant Sakura got to be happy with someone, she deserves more than this.

The fact that Kishi even changed Sarada eye shape to suit Karin’s in the chapter has completely lost my respect, Sakura is completely different than how she appears in 1 - 700 and even Sarada is so different than 700, different Uchiha house, different outfits, like Sakura didn’t even have the Uchiha symbol on her back in 700, why does she now??? and the Haruno symbol was around the Uchiha symbol in her house, from what I can tell it seems like Kishi suddenly decided he wanted to write about the new Uchiha “family” so he changed everything so that he would have enough to go on even though there is about 3683683 other ways he could have gone about it, damn I am sorry, I just trailed off in this ask letting everything out, thank you for saying you’re there if I need you and I hope you don’t mind me letting out how I feel about everything since that “never be the same” sentence struck me.

Before the Bridge - A Jessa Drabble

The hotel room was a disaster. He didn’t have much luggage. He didn’t know how to shop in mundane stores and so the few clothes he did have didn’t fit the way he thought they should. His jeans were too tight. His shirt was too loose. He felt like a child trying to dress up as something they’d never seen.

The black shirt fit better than anything else but when he looked at himself in the mirror he saw gear. He could not go to this wearing something that reminded him of fighting and dying and children who had to kill their parents to survive. He yanked the shirt off over his head and threw it at the table. It was not alone in the pile beside his partially eaten breakfast.

Jem Carstairs hadn’t had to pick an outfit in a very long time. He’d never had to prepare for a first impression quite as important as this one. He didn’t want to look like a warrior come from the trenches though he still felt a little like one. He wanted her to look at him and see what he had always seen in her.

He wanted her to look at him and see home.

He abandoned the problem of his shirt and leaned in to look at his hair in the mirror. It was sticking up again and the silver piece was shockingly bright against the the mess of dark brown. He ran his fingers through it and shook his head in hopes that it would fall flat. It didn’t quite work.

In the mirror he caught sight of the rune on his shoulder. Nearly everything else had faded to white. The runes from his training as a Shadowhunter had faded after he’d joined the brothers and now most of the Brotherhood’s runes had faded to white as well. A few lingered black and harsh against his skin. They were permanent reminders of what he had been. This one was neither black nor white. The shape of it was picked out in gray.

He sat down on the bed and inhaled. The flutter of strong emotion in his chest didn’t fade so he did it again and again until it calmed. He couldn’t always predict the emotions that would come and it had been so long without them that he couldn’t quite remember what anger or grief or loneliness felt like until they were roaring through him erasing everything in their path.

With his back resolutely to the mirror, he checked the time. Early. Still so early. He itched to go find her. She had a home somewhere in London. He could go there before she even left for the bridge. He wanted to see her. More than a century and he hadn’t seen her with his own eyes in all that time.

He argued with himself that he was silly for waiting but he couldn’t just show up on her doorstep. It wouldn’t be proper. It would be too much of a shock. It would be too much of an intrusion. She had a life and this day was the only one of the year when he had any claim to her time. He would see her this afternoon. He would sit beside her and look at her and remember all the details time had washed away and the Brotherhood had prevented him from truly seeing through his sealed eyes.

That would be enough.

Just to see her once would be enough.

He told himself over and over that it would be enough.

The little place in the back of his mind that kept trying to pull up the exact memory of what her hair felt like between his fingers kept telling him he was lying. Her lips had a taste and he couldn’t remember it. Her eyes were not always the same colour. She was beautiful and he could have stared at her for days. But, said some buried part of himself, but it wouldn’t be enough.

He put a blue sweater on. It was almost the right colour. Not quite gray enough to be the colour of her eyes but almost. If he covered the runes on his face with his hands and swept the silver hair under all the brown he looked almost like the man he might have grown into if the world had been different.

“Jem Carstairs,” he told his reflection.

Not Brother Zachariah as he had been for so long but Jem Carstairs.

Jem Carstairs had someone he needed to see.

He let his hair fall back into place, the silver right over his forehead. He looked at the runes on his cheeks and the scars on his hands. None of it could be changed. He drew himself up to full height and looked his reflection in the eye. She’d called him beautiful when he’d been dying. She’d called him a miracle when he’d left his humanity behind. She was not someone he needed to hide from.

It was still too early but Jem smiled at himself and ran the things he wanted to say to Tessa one more time before he went to meet his future and whatever it might hold.