and so i was just randomly checking back at all his tweets

anonymous asked:

What are some of the major differences between autism and ADD/ADHD? Stuff like impulse control, executive function issues, stimming etc are pretty common to both of them, and i know a good handful of autistic people (myself included) who got misdiagnosed as ADD/ADHD as a kid. And the fact that the two can be comorbid just makes it more confusing

eokay so first of all: i have both. so of course i cannot distinguish between both, because both are “me”. so i’m making the distinction by what i read more often in ADHD or autism contexts.

the things i’m listing are not diagnostic criteria, just things that i have seen talked about often. you might not relate to all of them even if you have ADHD / autism. additionally, having one or a few traits of something does not mean you definitely have it, but if you go “yes! that’s me!” at most or all of them, you might check the thing out more thoroughly.

there’s a summary at the end

things that are more ADHD and less autism:

impulsivity. i get an idea and then i immediately drop whatever i am doing (often quite literally) and do the other thing. for example: i am preparing a sandwidch. i am in the process of putting butter on the bread. then i think: i want tea. in that same second i drop the knife, on the floor, turn around to the water boiler and switch it on. then i realize that dropping the knife was probably not such a good idea because it’s dirty now. 

getting distracted. not by anything specifically, just.. anything. for example, i opened this ask and wanted to answer. then i got distracted for 15 minutes and forgot all about it until i accidentally opened this tab again. i described this in this slightly funny post: my general idea of functioning is getting distracted often enough so that i eventually come back to the thing i was originally doing.

constantly forgetting what you were just doing or thinking. this is pretty much what leads to both being easily distracted and impulsivity. it’s more than just forgetting. it is completely forgetting about the idea of a thing possibly occurring. you’re having an intense, captivating tumblr chat with someone and then you go to the bathroom and it is gone from your brain. you go bake some cookies, read a book, cut your hair, and when you come back to the computer it’s ohhhhh shit i was having a conversation until i suddenly disappeared… 3 hours ago.

being unable to sit still ever. it is more than just stimming. it is stimming 120% of the time. it is doing multiple stims at the same time always. i CAN not sit still. it does not happen. i am unable to not stim. 

hyperfocusing randomly. like what i am doing with this post right now. i started typing and then i got completely caught up on it and now i cannot stop and i forget the time and anything else i was going to do because this post is my world now and i. must. finish.

hyperactivity. i cannot describe this better than ALALAL ALALALA KLHADFUILSDHFJKUIEF!!!!!!!!!! LKSKSHALALALAL!!!!!!!!! it’s jumping around the room. running up the walls. sitting upside-down on your chair while screaming from laughter. spamming your twitter with 200 tweets that just say “CACTUS!!!!!!!!!! MOLAR TOOTH!!! CACTUS!!!!!!!” while laughing your ass off. 

losing every object. always. misplacing objects that you were actually using just now. pencils, headphones, jewellery, coffee cup, everything. where is my phone that i was using 20 seconds ago? i have no idea. 3 hours later i find it in the laundry basket. or on some door handle. losing ridiculously large objects that you cannot possibly lose and being unable to locate them for hours. objects that i have misplaced inside a 40 square meters apartment: laundry basket, mattress, chairs, tables, small oven, computer, and many others. you get the idea.

forgetting plans and appointments and everything really. i recently learned that some people can actually keep complex plans in their heads. a fellow autistic explained me that he can remember everything he needs to do and lie it down neatly in his mind. i don’t think every autistic is as good with that as he is, but most people have some sort of idea what their next big tasks are. i don’t. i don’t even know where i wrote them down. i also forget appointments because even if i remember that i have plans for wednesday, that does not automatically mean that i realize when wednesday is happening.

addiction to distraction and entertainment. boredom is torture, and i don’t mean that as an exaggeration. sitting in a waiting room drives you up the wall, sometimes quite literally. forgetting your phone is not just irritating and means you have to read the cereal box. no. you build a tower out of the cereal boxes and jump on the table. when the party is going slow you collect all the paper flyers and fold 100 airplanes and shred the rest of the flyers to pieces. not being able to concentrate without loud music in the background. 

things that are more autism and less ADHD:

sensory hypersensitivities. not just getting distracted or annoyed by bad sensory input, but actually getting hurt and deeply uncomfortable. not being able to even sit near someone with deodorant on. starting to cry whenever you get cold. ripping your shirt off because the tag was too scratchy. 

sensory hyposensitivities. not being able to feel the pain from scratches. not being able to enjoy music unless it is ridiculously loud drumming against your ears, while not being hard of hearing. only being able to calm down when something is pressing against your ribcage so hard you can hardly breathe. enjoying bright flickering lights right against your eyeballs. 

the bliss that stimming is. it is not just “something that feels pleasant”. it is something that makes you feel whole. it is something that puts you in a place where everything is good and right and the right stim fills you up with pure bliss. you soak it up like a sponge and you feel like you’re flying and it’s the best thing. it clears your mind and soothes your soul.

the overwhelm of sensory overload. you literally cannot function in a loud, crowded area. sensory overload makes you forget how to think. you immediately shut down or meltdown. you become helpless. you can not get yourself out of this situation safely. you get lost. you are unable to figure out a way to get out of the situation. you can get in real danger because of sensory overload if you do not have help or luck. 

auditory and visual processing difficulties. needing subtitles for every movie you watch, even though you are neither Deaf nor hard of hearing. constantly going “what? say that again? HUH?? i can’t hear you over that noise!” while everyone around you is conversing easily. being unable to decipher an image quickly. being unable to read maps or flowcharts.

trouble with verbal communication. you might be nonverbal sometimes or always. you might have problems saying the right words. you might rely on scripting heavily, that means you have fixed rules of what to say in which situations. you might be unable to react if your script stops working because someone says something unexpected. you might be unable to say what you mean because you cannot find words fast enough. you might say things that you do NOT mean because you have heard them somewhere so the words are more easily found. 

trouble with nonverbal communication. not being able to read tone of voice, facial impressions and allistic body language. constantly being misinterpreted because you make the “wrong” body language or facial impressions or tone. not being able to recognize irony and jokes because you can’t take the subtle hints that people give about them. not being able to interpret emojis and emoticons. not being able to recognize the difference between “hello”, “hello!” and “hello…”. coming off across as “rude”, “weird”, “scary” or something else that you are not. 

being unable to figure out social rules and conventions. why do you always have to answer “fine” to the question “how are you?”? why does a person think that i hate them just because i do not like talking to them? why do people think i like them just because i was talking to them? which people do you call by their first name and which by their last name? why do people laugh about me just because i hugged my teacher? nobody laughs when i hug my friend.

relying on sameness, rules, schedules and rituals. no, i cannot drink tea out of the coffee cup. it Does Not Work. i cannot sleep without my squishy pillow. i cannot wear my Outside clothes inside. when i make a plan, things have to go EXACTLY as planned or i melt down. i cry when i lose my favourite stim toy. it can also mean: having to do the same things every day at the same time. getting overwhelmed by changes. not being able to function in an unfamiliar schedule. not being able to do things out of order. not being able to sleep with the Wrong sheets. not being able to eat from red dishes. and many others.

things that are both autism and ADHD:

needing to fidget or stim. being unable to concentrate or calm down without moving or specific sensory input. not being able to function properly when not allowed to stim. shutting or melting down when not being able to stim. 

special interests or hyperfixations. “special interest” is the autism term and “hyperfixation” is the ADHD term. it means fixating on a certain subject so intensely that you can hardly think about anything else. some people learn subjects very deeply in a very short time. it means getting caught up in it. it’s what you think about in every second. like being in love, only with a subject instead of a person.

living in a fantasy world. retreating into a safe space to escape from a world that is not very kind to us. hyperfixating on a story or a fantasy world or dreamworld as an interest, either as a refuge or as a special interest or both.

trouble with socializing. being ridiculed for being “weird”. being unable to function well in social situations because of your specific disabilities. having a hard time maintaining friendships and other social relationships.

appearing eccentric. dressing and behaving in unusual ways. having unconventional interests and hobbies. being unable to connect with most other people, being the “different” person in most groups. having social positions such as the “class clown” or “the outcast” - entertaining everyone else or distancing yourself from everyone else. 

appearing childlike or younger than you are. never getting rid off childlike behaviours. stimming and fidgeting because you like it or because it helps. not caring about how you look. having hobbies and interests that are seen as “childish”. impulsive actions that appear childlike. behaviour that is seen as childlike.

executive dysfunction. being unable to do things even though you really want to do them. being unable to start tasks or switch tasks. being unable to recall what you know in an unfamiliar situation. being unable to figure out the steps necessary for completing a task. 

reactions to over- and understimulations. you might start to fidget or stim. you might try to get away or get angry or cry because things are too much or because there’s not enough stimulation. you might fall asleep in class because it’s too little stimulation. you might cry in class because it’s too much stimulation.

meltdowns / shutdowns. having reactions that are stronger than is deemed appropriate to negative things like adverse sensory input, emotional stress, etc. that means breaking down crying from small things, having rage fits over small things going wrong, or on the other side completely shutting down, flopping on the floor, freezing in place etc. in case of under- or overstimulation or emotional stress.

developing anxiety or depression. social or generalized anxiety as well as depression are common in people with ADHD and autistics because we often get bullied, our disabilities are often exploited to hurt us, and we may get excluded, ridiculed and hurt on a regular basis. we might despair because we never seem to fit in. we might overcompensate and overtax ourselves in order to appear “normal”. we might burn out as a result.

creativity and unconventional thinking. getting ideas that nobody else has. making connections nobody else would even think of. being good at finding similarities, patterns, and differences. 

daydreaming and spacing out. shutting down or simply daydreaming your way through situations that you cannot function in because of your specific disabilities. forgetting what you were doing and just dreaming away. getting lost in thoughts. dissociating from adverse sensory input. escaping from the reality that is hard to bear or just getting distracted. 

getting caught up in a task. hyperfocusing on a thing that you are doing or being unable to initiate the end of an action. being unable to interrupt your train of thought or action. being unable to switch tasks. 


summary

i don’t claim completeness for this list. so.

more ADHD than autism:

  • impulsivity
  • getting distracted
  • constantly forgetting what you were just doing or thinking
  • being unable to sit still ever
  • hyperfocusing randomly
  • hyperactivity
  • losing every object. always
  • forgetting plans and appointments and everything really
  • addiction to distraction and entertainment

more autism than ADHD:

  • sensory hypersensitivities
  • sensory hyposensitivities
  • the bliss that stimming is
  • the overwhelm of sensory overload
  • auditory and visual processing difficulties
  • trouble with verbal communication
  • trouble with nonverbal communication
  • being unable to figure out social rules and conventions
  • relying on sameness, rules, schedules and rituals

both autism and ADHD:

  • needing to fidget or stim
  • special interests or hyperfixations
  • living in a fantasy world
  • trouble with socializing
  • appearing eccentric
  • appearing childlike or younger than you are
  • executive dysfunction
  • reactions to over- and understimulations
  • meltdowns / shutdowns
  • developing anxiety or depression
  • creativity and unconventional thinking
  • daydreaming and spacing out
  • getting caught up in a task

so that got a lot more elaborate than i was planning… anyway. i hope it answers your question, anon

-lhmod

dsfsldfksldfksdf i’m honestly dead that gaming live stream was so good!!!!!!!!!!!! they were so funny and witty and natural and their banter works so well in real time and they just riff of each other so nicely and they work so well together and they flirted a fuck ton and im feeling so many things yall!!!!! here’s a v lengthy list of my fav moments: 

  • phil exposes dan and tells the audience dan makes fun of phil’s smile when they get their photos taken, and dan immediately wants to clarify he’s not being mean to phil, it’s all banter
  • dan says the big monster creature is phil’s mum and phil responds with his typical (giggling) outrage. dan immediately says he’s kidding and then says ‘love you kath’ bc he knows she watches and im gonna be honest that gave me a rush of emotion lmao 
  • phil: ‘take my lettuce’
  • dan: ‘feed me dad’ @ huge monster
  • phil: ‘plonk your tomato on my lettuce’
  • phil wants to name this ‘dan and phil’s salad dream’ dan immediately thinks that sounds like it could be a fanfic bc ofc he does
  • dan feels the need to clarify he was misquoted in one of the tweets from the jaguar event probs bc he saw the ppl dragging him for saying something that sounded like ‘millennials need products to help them go outside’ lmao
  • they have a loud faux argument when they both have to control driving the bus and my ears hurt but my heart is warm
  • phil tells dan to breathe before they start the first actual round and it’s cute
  • phil’s mostly on chopping and dishes duty and claims he doesn’t want to be sous chef. dan literally immediately responds by saying that typically the head chef is disliked by people and the sous chef is the one that actually does all the work .. wow …… what are these Emotions? it’s like when they were playing 1, 2, switch and phil was like, why do i have to be luigi and you get to be mario, and dan was like luigi’s actually the one people like :(((((( wtf :(
  • ‘get out of the way lad’ says phil to dan and i’m dying
  • dan making fun of phil for making a song reference ‘from 1982′ by fondly yelling ‘you relic’
  • dan says phil’s behavior is ‘absolute babuse’ .. and i’m crying bc they def just use this word now referencing the vid where phil predicts dan’s future and attacks him with a banana & dan probably thinks it’s hilarious that phil said it in the first place and why are they so fond of each other honestly
  • there’s a new chef in the game for round 2 who dan thinks looks like pj but phil thinks looks like the child of dan and pj and dan immediately makes yet another fanfic reference, saying a fic of that definitely exists (if there is where can i read it? does dan read parent!kickthefire fic in his free time? does phil read it bc of his mpreg fixation? i need answers)
  • phil doesn’t like soup bc is it a food or is it a drink (dan, vehemently: ‘it’s a food’)
  • dan says he’s gonna play this second round as the PJ-lookalike chef and phil takes issue: ‘i’m gonna feel like my friend has disappeared and been replaced by a slightly different replica’ dan looks at him blankly for a second and then says ’that was like a whole thing’ sdfjsldfsdf what a weird interaction ahahaha i feel like dan was a bit thrown by phil making a big deal out of dan playing as ‘himself’ in the game 
  • phil keeps reminding dan to relax and it makes dan giggle a lot. phil’s like, ‘philly says relax’ and dan just goes full dimply, crinkly smile and my heart has fully melted
  • phil says ‘oh daniel’ in a deep singsong-y voice. phil just sang a lot in general in this stream, the thing where he replaces words to common tunes with whatevers happening in the game, and he does that all the time and it’s one of his most endearing traits for sure
  • dan: ‘i’m going to give you a soup thats not on fire’ phil: ‘put it in my mouth’
  • dan’s making these horrendous spitting spluttering noises and phils just gentle and going ‘dan we’ve got another tomato to do’ a couple of times to get him to focus ahahah
  • ‘this is not a hierarchy thing. we’re both a part of this kitchen’ this feels like a metaphor
  • phil suggests they do a ‘fist bump of truth’ before starting the final round
  • ‘dan i love your butt’ dan reads from the chat, and promptly gives a dead stare to the camera before saying he’ll ignore the chat again for a bit
  • ‘don’t be upset I’m not offended’ says phil to the audience when dan screams at him and alleges that they would’ve done fine that round if phil hadn’t ‘ballsed it up.’ lmao!!!!! they’re both so aware of people thinking dan is mean to phil, its kind of funny that phil’s instinct was to laugh at dan yelling at him and then to reassure the viewers that he’s literally completely fine and no one needs to bother feeling upset on his behalf.
  • why can they just say a word like ‘potato’ and then immediately know the reference they’re both thinking of and both start singing at like the exact same time it’s disturbing
  • ‘dan and phil’s salady dreams’ says phil, he’s really into these suggestive salad phrases
  • phil: ‘don’t swear’ dan: ‘this is a christian channel. no yiffing’
  • phil: ’we’re like a well oiled machine’ dan: ’we’re symbiotic right now’ (is this them just describing their general state of being)
  • wtf was that whole ad bit??? phil had a potential contact lens issue and dan starts asking him about it before randomly breaking off to look at phil intensely and do some cutesy facial expressions and then ask in a strangely soft, almost childish voice whether he can ‘press the button’ and they both kind of just look at each other and giggle and then phil is like weird and placating in his tone and it’s ….. cute??? why was that interaction cute wtf? but it’s just a button to play an ad so they try it but literally no one actually got an ad (if u got an ad then u just missed phil getting up to check his contact and coming back in 10 seconds and dan saying like ‘hi’ ‘hello’ ‘what’s up’ or some random filler words like that)
  • when they look at the game again there’s a new chef on the screen and it’s a cat and phil is immediately like ‘i want to be the cat chef!!!’ and then dan is like ’speaking of yiff … hello there’ sdfksdflsdf i’m dying @ these actual furries
  • dan then goes on a small tangent about fursuits which was definitely him stating actual opinions about how fursuits should have more colors or like rainbow stripes, and if youre going to make one, why would u go for a cat? it should be fox or wolf or dog. in case anyone wanted dan’s opinions on that. phil looks legit uncomfortable for a fleeting second but they transition onwards quite smoothly
  • they shout out some of phil’s fav comments from the last vid which was cute and phil acknowledges his swear
  • phil: *wants to show the viewers their new fancy mic* dan: ’show me that micussy’ …. that about sums it up folks
Twisted in Love (DT) Part 1

Summary: Y/N is an up and coming YouTuber. Grayson falls in love with her, and wants her to be his. Little did he know that his twin brother Ethan had the same idea. Who will win her heart? Who’s heart will get broken? 

Word Count: 2,946

Warnings: None.

A/N: Hey guys! So @sniperdolan & I are honestly pretty excited about this collab! We started talking about it, & ideas just started rolling in! We hope you guys enjoy it, and feel free to give us feedback! Let us know what you guys think! Love you!! 

** tweets are in italic ** 


Grayson’s POV

Ethan and I were chilling at the warehouse, we finally got a little down time from filming all our videos for the week. I was laying in the foam pit, watching YouTube videos on my phone, while Ethan was sitting on the couch, eating popcorn, and checking his Twitter.  

“Yo Gray! Do you know who Y/N Y/L/N is” Ethan asked, with a mouth full of popcorn.

“Uh, no. Why? Who’s that?” I asked, as I was climbing out of the foam pit.

“I don’t know. But the fans keep tagging us in video, and she’s all over my timeline.” he said, scrolling away on his phone.

“I think she’s a YouTuber or something.” he says shoving some more popcorn into his mouth.

I closed out of the video I was watching on YouTube, and typed her name in the search bar. Ethan’s right, she is a YouTuber. She had 187,000 subscribers, and from scrolling through her channel it looks like she does make up tutorials, DIYS, challenge videos, she even vlogs. 

“Yo E, I found her channel.” I said, sitting down next to him on the couch.  

I clicked on her most recent video which was posted earlier today. It was a Q&A.

“Dude, she’s hot!” Ethan said, making me roll my eyes at him. He wasn’t wrong though. She was beautiful. Her brown hair complimented her soft brown eyes, and her smile was so captivating. She was 18, so she was our age.  

* * * *

“Who is your favorite YouTuber at the moment?” Y/N read the question, than looked back at the camera.

“Well you guys know I’m obsessed with like almost every beauty channel, but I think my overall favorite channel would be The Dolan Twins.” she said, and I paused the video to look at Ethan.

“Who are those guys?” 

“They sound like a couple of losers!” Ethan, and I said breaking out into a fit of laughter. I unpaused the video not expecting to hear what I heard next.

“Their pretty hilarious! And Grayson Dolan kind of sorta happens to be my “celebrity” crush.” she said hiding her face in her hands. 

Wait what? Did she just say I was her celebrity crush? Even though I don’t consider myself a celebrity. I didn’t realize how hard I was smiling until Ethan said something.

“You’re smiling way to hard, it’s kind of creepy.” he said, making a disgusted face.

“Shut up. You’re just mad that I’m the better twin.” I said, flipping him over the back of the couch, and running away before he could do anything to me.

I was on my phone checking my Twitter, and following some fans, when I got a notification that Ethan had mentioned me in a tweet.  

* * * *

@EthanDolan: May or may not have just stalked @Y/T/N YouTube channel with @GraysonDolan. We watched literally every single video. He couldn’t stop drooling.

I retweeted his tweet, and started to type up my own.  

@GraysonDolan: @EthanDolan is just mad he’s not your “celebrity” crush. Btw, I don’t think I’m a “celebrity” but I’m flattered! Also @Y/T/N channel is dope af! Go subscribe!  

* * * *

Reader’s POV

I was in my room sitting on my computer chair, editing one of my videos when my phone notifications kept going off like crazy. I’m pretty sure my phone was going to explode at any moment. I checked my phone, and saw that I had over 100 Twitter notifications.  

“What the hell?” I said to myself, opening up my Twitter app.

I noticed that I had gained a lot of new followers, and people were also posting and retweeting my new video. I smiled at the thought of how sweet they are. It’s still crazy to think that people actually like my videos. I mean yeah there were a few mean comments, and haters her and there, but the good ones always out weigh the bad! I replied to, and retweeted a few people, and even followed some of them back. I kept scrolling through my mentions to see all the sweet things people were saying. Then something caught my eye, and I’m pretty sure I had a heart attack.

* * * *

@EthanDolan follows you.

@GraysonDolan follows you.

@EthanDolan: May or may not have just stalked @Y/T/N YouTube channel with @GraysonDolan. We watched literally every single video. He couldn’t stop drooling.

@GraysonDolan: @EthanDolan is just mad he’s not your “celebrity” crush. Btw, I don’t think I’m a “celebrity” but I’m flattered! Also @Y/T/N channel is dope af! Go subscribe!

@GraysonDolan liked 2 of your tweets.

@GraysonDolan retweeted you.  

@EthanDolan liked 1 of your tweets.

@EthanDolan retweeted you.

@EthanDolan retweeted you.

* * * *

“Oh My God!” I shouted out loud. The Dolan Twins followed me on Twitter, and they watched my video. What the actual fuck is happening? Before I could even process anything, my phone vibrated in my hand. I had just recieved a message from Twitter. Not checking to see who it was from, I opened the app back, and went straight to my messages. 

Grayson Dolan sent a message 

Grayson Dolan: Hey cutie. 

I starred at my phone confused, reading the same message over and over again. 

Grayson Fucking Dolan just dmed me. This can’t actually be happening. I was having the biggest fangirl moment ever. I pinched myself just to make sure I wasn’t dreaming, and I wasn’t. This is actually happening. Why is this happening? How did they even find my YouTube channel? I was asking myself all kinds of question, when it suddenly hit me. He watched my video. I told the whole world that Grayson Dolan was my celebrity crush, and he saw it. 

“Good job Y/N!” I said to myself, still staring at my phone screen. I wanted to reply but for some reason I had no clue what to say. Maybe I shouldn’t respond, maybe I should wait till tomorrow or something. I was making a bigger deal of the situation than it was. I mean not everyday a YouTuber who also happens to be your celebrity crush dms you. I finally got myself together, and replied. 

Y/N Y/L/N: Hey. 

I closed out of Twitter, and threw my phone on my bed, and got back to the computer to finish editing. As soon as I sat down, I heard a ding, letting me know that it was a Twitter message. Assuming that it could’ve been Grayson, I got up from my chair pretty quickly. I grabbed my phone, and sat back down in my chair. I opened the app back up, but instead of it being a message from Grayson, it was from Ethan. 

Ethan Dolan sent a message. 

Ethan Dolan: What’s up!

I was in complete shock. I couldn’t believe any of this was happening. I began to type up a quick reply, not thinking to much about it this time. 

Y/N Y/L/N: Hey, what’s up! 

* * * *

It has been about 2 weeks since the boys followed, and messaged me on Twitter. The conversations have been none stop between us. We’ve even exchange numbers, and we all started a streak on Snapchat. It was pretty obvious that Grayson and I liked each other. We were always flirting. Whether it was using emojis when we tweeted each other, or sending cute random texts. Ethan was pretty great too. Whenever I couldn’t fall asleep, he’d stay on Facetime with me until I did. He’s pretty much become like my best friend. It just seemed a little odd when he told me to not bring up the fact that he messaged me on Twitter to Grayson. I mean Grayson obviously knew we have each other’s number and we talk, so why can’t he know if Ethan dmed me. I mean not like that’s something I would randomly bring up, but it was just a little weird to me.

 A few days ago, Grayson asked me if I wanted to film a collab video with them. I was hesitant at first, because I didn’t want people to think that I was using them to become “big” on YouTube. After a lot of convincing from Grayson & Ethan, I gave in. I was currently at the store getting some things for the video. We were filming a Cooking With The Dolan Twins Part 2 featuring myself for their channel. The thought of them cooking in my house scares me. Something is gonna end up burning, I just know it. I made sure to get everything that I needed, before heading back to my apartment to get ready. 

I finished setting up the cameras, and my phone went off signaling me that it was a text message. It was from Ethan.

Ethan: Hey, so I was wondering if you wanted to go out tonight? After we film the video.  

Ethan: It doesn’t have to be like a date if you don’t want it to be.  

Ethan: It can just be the 2 of us casually going to get pizza or something.

Y/N: I mean who could turn down some pizza? What time?

Ethan: The video won’t take that long to film. So how about 9:00?

Y/N: Sounds good!

Ethan: Oh! We’re here btw!

Putting my phone down on the counter, I went to go out the front door. I opened the door, to see Grayson with his hands formed into a fist, getting ready to knock on the door.  

“How’d you know we were here?” he asked, giving me a hug before stepping inside.

“Et-” I was trying to respond, but Ethan cut me off.

“Everything’s already setup?” he said walking past me, and into the kitchen.

“Yup, we’re good to go!” I said shrugging whatever just happened off, handing the guys aporns.

* * * *

“Hey guys, we’re back!” the boys yelled in unison at the camera. I was standing on the side waiting for them to introduce me into the video.

We had already started filming, Ethan was going over the instructions for the cake. Grayson kept sprinkling flour at me, every few seconds like a child. I would try not to laugh so that Ethan can get through with the instructions but I couldn’t help it. I let out a small laugh, as Grayson tried to sprinkle the flour on me pretending he was Salt Bae. Causing Ethan to turn around giving us an annoyed look.

“Guys! C'mon!” he said before turning back at the camera.

Grayson mocked him like a 2 year old child when he turned around so he couldn’t see. Grayson leaded his head on my shoulder, and I couldn’t help but giggle at how adorable he was. Next thing I know, with a quickness Grayson had wiped cake frosting on my entire face with his hand. Reacting face I grabbed the bag of flour and threw it on him.

Seriously guys stop!“ Ethan said, turning around only to get flour thrown on him too.

* * * *

We finished filming the video, and I was completely from head to toe in flour, eggs, pizza sauce, everything! The three of us looked like an actual human pizza. We couldn’t stop laughing at how ridiculous we each looked.

Grayson and I were flirting the whole time, and you can tell Ethan was getting a little annoyed at how childish we were being.

The guys helped me clean up the kitchen, and put away all the filming equipment before they left. Remembering that I was going to get some pizza with Ethan tonight, I needed to go take a shower and wash all this stuff off. Hopefully he won’t be in such an annoyed mood later when we meet up.

* * * *

Grayson’s POV

“Yo E, where are you going?” I asked Ethan. He was standing in front of this bathroom mirror getting dressed.

“I’m just gonna go get some food.” he responded back from the bathroom.

“I wanna go!” I said, laying down on the sofa in the living room, scrolling through my Instagram. I seen that Y/N had just posted a picture so I liked it. I wonder where she was going. She was wearing ripped black skinny jeans, with 1975 band tee that was cut into a crop top. Her hair was pulled back into a low ponytail, showing off all the perfect features of her face.

“There’s no point in you going. I’m brining back food.” Ethan said walking into the living room.

He was acting a little weird, but I just shooked it off not thinking to much or anything by it. I walked into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water. I heard a text notification go off, from the counter next to me. I took a quick glance at the screen, and saw Y/N name on across the lock screen. Why is Y/N texting Ethan I thought to myself. I mean I know I gave them each other’s number when we were leaving her house, but Y/N hasn’t texted me since we left,but she’s texting Ethan.

Ethan was in the bathroom doing his hair, so he wasn’t going to come out for a while. I know it’s kind of messed up what I’m doing, but something just wasn’t sitting right with me so I wanted to find out. It wasn’t hard to unlocked his phone, since we both knew each other’s passcode. I went to his messages, and clicked on Y/N name.

Y/N: Are you ready yet?

Ready? Ready for what? Where are they going? Confused about what Y/N was talking about, I scrolled up a little more. I kept scrolling, and saw that Ethan had asked Y/N to go out tonight. I guess that’s why he was getting ready. But wait he texted her this around 12 this afternoon, but I didn’t give Ethan Y/N’s number until a few hours ago. I kept scrolling through the messages between them, and there were so many. Then I realized they’ve been texting each other for 2 weeks. I closed out of his text messages, opened up his Twitter, and went to his dms. I found Y/N’s name, and opened up the dms between them. He dmed her the same day I did. But why? If he knew she had a crush on me, and I even told him I was going to try to talk to her, why would he still even do that. And then lie this whole time, as if he never talked to her. I mean it’s clear that he likes her, now it makes sense why he got so annoyed and weird earlier. But does she like him? I mean she never acted like she did, she never really flirted with him or anything. She’s always saying how Ethan is like her best friend. I heard the bathroom door close, the closed out of Twitter, locked his phone, and put it back on the counter before hopping back onto the sofa pretending like I was laying there watching tv the whole time.

“I’ll be back bro.” Ethan said, grabbing his phone off the counter, and heading out the door.

As much as I wanted to saying something about it, I wasn’t going to. I figured I’d just act completely clueless about the situation, and see how long he can keep lying to me about this. I still can’t believe it, this is probably the first time ever that Ethan has lied to me. 

I sat on the sofa on Snapchat, when I saw that Y/N posted something on her story. She was standing in front of a fountain, doing the classic peace sign and duck face pose. I’m guessing Ethan took this picture for her, since they were together right now. Not sure why but the thought of them together kind of bugged me. I mean Ethan was always the one with the girlfriend, while I was the one single. So for once you’d think he’d just let me have the girl, and not try to like the same girl I do! But then again, what if it’s not like that. What if their just best friends? I saw that Y/N added another snap to her story so I watched it. It was a picture of Ethan biting a slice of pizza with the caption ‘Good Pizza With Great People”. Looking at the picture I knew exactly where they were at. I decided to send Y/N a winky face emoji. I got off the sofa, and went to my room to change. I pulled my snapback on my head, and grabbed my keys on the hook, and headed out the apartment door. 

famous!(y/n) | luke au

a/n: first of all i am PISSED because i had this entire thing written and then my laptop shut down and i lost the entire thing and i am on the verge of tears okay. secondly, this was cute to write and i hope you like it. i like the concept! i may do more nonfamous!boy in the future :) 

word count: 1900

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“(y/n), over here!” 

“(y/n), is that your boyfriend?”

“Hey, (y/n), what do you think about all of these rumors?”

The paparazzi blinded your vision with the flashes of their cameras in your face as soon as the exit door from the nightclub opened. You were put right on the street– or into the eye of the paparazzi, you liked to call it. Questions were being yelled at you, along with others screaming your name in hopes to get a picture of you looking in their direction. 

You held your head down, walking quickly through the mob of people. You glanced behind you, trying to find sight of your boyfriend, who walked with his hands shoved into the pockets of his black skinny jeans. His head was down, mirroring your actions in attempts to avoid his face being seen. 

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another au here kids, let’s go

  • after burying his mother, neil throws out the phones
  • BUT he gets himself another one
  • he doesn’t want to go to his uncle
  • but he’s also aware he’s still young and might need help
  • he keeps the phone for months barely charged and never uses it except to check the time
  • but in millport, on one of the few occasions he’s actually spending time with People
  • he discovers that smartphones have a lot of apps that let you get information on things (cough the butcher, exy, kevin)
  • and in particular
  • he discovers
  • twitter

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I wasn’t able to take any videos, but I think this con records their panels and posts them online. (Or at least they did the last time I was there.) Hopefully a video will come out.  But until then, I came up with a little (long) summary of some of the Candice/Caity interactions.

(I live tweeted as much of the panel as I could, so check there if you want Candice, Caity, or Danielle specific stuff.)

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Moments

Stretching in bed, I blinked my eyes open, squinting at the sunlight pouring through my blinds.

Knowing there was no rush to get up, since my Saturday was clear and free of any plans, I lazily reached for my phone, deciding to check some social media and if there was any texts from the boys.

When I saw all the notifications blowing my phone up, I sat upright in bed.

“What the hell…”

I scrolled through them quickly, realizing that a lot of people were talking about Joe and I, and our moments yesterday, although what those moments were, I had no idea.

Unlocking my phone, I jumped onto Twitter quickly, greeted with a swarm of notifications.

Ohmigosh, Y/N and Joe are so cute!

Y/S/N is real!

Look at them, so adorable!

Can they be any more obvious?!

I clicked onto a few pictures, a small growing on my face as they brought back the memories from the day prior.


Joe and I had both had some free time, so we decided to venture around London, exploring the different little shops. And apparently some fans had seen us and caught a few moments between us, although at the time, they hadn’t been moments.

Now though, looking at the photos, I felt my cheeks warm, because it did look like Joe and I were a couple instead of just best friends.

One of the pictures caught me mid-laugh, a hand on his arm, while he smiled fondly at me, one of his arms wrapping around my waist. Another had caught the moment he decided to spin me, large smiles across both of our faces. And one other caught us during a moment that looked like one of intimate conversation, when really we were just looking at the map on his phone, trying to figure out where the hell we were going.

There was even a video circling, and I clicked on it, turning the sound up to watch it.

The conversation between Joe and I couldn’t be heard, but the laughter from both of us was clear as we fell against each other, arms around one another as we continued to walk.

We looked like a genuine couple.

And apparently the fans were convinced we had been hiding it.

Falling back onto my bed, I stared at the ceiling, wondering if maybe I wanted to be a couple with Joe as well.


Hours later, the thoughts were still swirling through my mind, only fuelled as the pictures continued to circulate social media.

I hadn’t heard from Joe all day, and I did wonder what his thoughts were on it, knowing there was no way of him having not seen them. We had both been tweeted it a multitude of times.

Since neither of us had confirmed or denied our relationship status, the fans had simply decided that we were indeed dating, and were speculating on past moments from his vlogs or videos I had appeared in.

I had to give it to the fans, they were finding a lot of moments Joe and I had shared, ones I had never noticed until now.


A knocking on my door made me jump, lost in my thoughts. Dragging myself off of the couch and over to the door, I swung it open to find the one person who had been on my mind all day.

“Can we talk?” Joe asked, walking into the flat as I moved to the side.

“Uhm, hello to you too?”

“Hi. We need to talk.”

“Oh, I’m good. Thanks. And how has your day been?” I rolled my eyes, heading back over to the couch.

“Y/N.”

“Joe, you just barged in here randomly. Demanding that we talk, although you haven’t mentioned what about yet.”

“You know what.”

“Not really.”

“Yesterday.”

“What about yesterday?” I sighed, running a hand through my hair. I did know what he was on about, but I needed him to say the words out loud, to confirm whether I was seeing into things or not.

“Are we a couple?”

What?” Those were not the words I expected to hear from Joe, but he stared over at me seriously. “Joe, we’re best friends.”

“You saw the pictures and video.”

“Small moments taken out of context.”

“The fans think we’re dating.”

“Congratulations to the fans,” I replied, “But no, we aren’t a couple.”

“Why not?”


The question threw me off, and I watched as he rubbed the back of his neck, his cheeks tinged red. He was embarrassed.

“Do you want to be? Is that what you’re asking?”

“I, well…I mean…the pictures and videos…” I sat there, watching Joe stumble over his words, not entirely sure as to what he was trying to say.

“Are you just wanting to be a couple because the pictures made us seem like that?”

“No,” He shook his head, moving to sit beside me on the couch, “I want to be a couple because I like you. I actually have for a while, which is probably why we look like it so much in pictures. I can’t help myself around you, Y/N.” Joe smiled softly at me, reaching for one of my hands, “You bring out the cheesy guy in me.”

“Do I?” I asked, feeling shy suddenly. This was all I had thought about all day, and now it was happening.

“So, are we a couple?”

“I think you’re supposed to ask me out first.” I tease, giggling as he rolled his eyes, mumbling about how I’m making this complicated.

“Fine, Y/N. Will you go out with me?”

“Nah,” I wrinkled my nose, shaking my head. “Don’t fancy it.”

“Mhm, sure you don’t.” Joe smirked, leaning in. “Just say yes.”

“Well, since you insist…” I trailed off as he closed the distance between us, kissing me gently.

“I’ll ask you one more time,” He spoke when we broke apart, his thumb rubbing the back of my hand, “Are we a couple?”

“I sure hope so, because I want to kiss you again.”

“That counts as a yes.” Joe decided, pressing his lips against mine.

**HOW I MET TAYLOR

Hey y'all! So I know I made y'all wait a while for the whole story so I now I present to you the story of how I, Emily Jenkins MET Taylor Swift………..

**pictures will be in different posts bc apparently there’s a limit to how many pics you can post at once.

So the main question I have been asked since this all happened has been, “Was this set up? So to answer that, let me paint you a little picture…

My dad NEVER took days off of work. I guess he just got used to it after years and never taking days off because he might be getting a call any day that he would be getting a kidney transplant and he’d need all the days he could for the aftermath. Well then he got a kidney and a few years passed and he was like, "I am going to go on a vacation.” And he knew how much I wanted to go to Nashville, so he mentioned it to my mom and she was like okay, and then I guess he wanted to go to Dollywood and I love roller coasters too so we added Pigeon Forge onto the trip! But that’s beyond the point. So back to the Nashville part; we were trying to figure out when we were going to go and then we finally decided on June 23rd and 24rd for Nashville. So at this point we’re still like 2 weeks out from leaving so I make a countdown and I’m all excited and planning everything I wanna see and do.

*Fast forward to June 22nd*
(Day before we leave!!)

Okay so my mom and I were just walking around the Container Store, just shopping and my phone lit up with some kind of notif from Twitter. Being the social media obsessed girl that I am, I immediately opened my phone and all of a sudden I was reading a DM from Taylor Nation. They saw that I was coming to Nashville( I tweeted about it a crapton and I guess they saw it when they were online!) and they said they wanted to give me a bag of Taylor merch for all my love and loyalty to Taylor. AWESOME. So then we worked out the details and I was to meet two of the Taylor Nation girls in the Country Music Hall of Fame’s lobby! So then we get back into the car and I call my aunt(the one who went with me to 1989 Louisville and will still be seen in public with me- the real MVP if we’re being honest- and I told her what had just happened and she immediately said, “OH YOU ARE SO MEETING TAYLOR.” And to be honest that thought hadn’t even crossed my mind until she had just said it and for that split second I truly believed it was finally my turn. Then I jokingly said, “You should come with us! Make your first graders really jealous! You not only *saw* Taylor on the floor at the 1989 tour, but you also got to meet her!!!” (She’s a first grade teacher at a little catholic school in Cincinnati). Then we laughed and hung up. Then the thought of meeting Taylor dropped as I just stared at the message from Taylor Nation in all its glory. So then we get home and chill for a while, I watched the Skin Wars semi finals and then I started packing at 10PM, you know the later the better😂. Once I got most of my essentials together I took a break and got on Twitter and my feed was filled with “Taylor’s in Nashville” tweets and I was like, “ oh my gosh that’s so cool, I’ll be in the same state as Taylor, I’m gonna switch out shirts to make sure I’m wearing Taylor merch with stuff on the front and back for our days in Nashville just in case she randomly sees me and is like, "SHE’S WEARING MY SHIRT!!!!” So then I finished up packing and laid in bed on Twitter for probably another hour or so until I fell asleep😂.

June 23rd (DAY OF!!!!!!)

So we got up and left the house about 8:30EST and had a nice like 5 hour drive from Cincinnati to Nashville and all on the way I’m looking at the dm from Taylor Nation, the whole way down trying to not let me get my hopes up that I will run into Taylor or that that DM meant that I was meeting her. So we got down to Nashville w/o any problems and checked into our hotel, but our room wasn’t ready and by this point it was only 1 o'clock CST and we weren’t supposed to meet the girls from TN until 3. So since we were completely unfamiliar with the city, we decided to walk to the Country Music HOF, which was only like a block away from our hotel and see if there was anything around there we could do. Well apparently there was nothing around that we could walk to and get back to the HOF in time so we just walked around the stores in the HOF and the park across the street until we went back and waited for the two girls. 3 o'clock came…3:15 came and I messaged her to ask if she was okay and she said that they were just running late and that they’d be there! Ten more minutes pass and then here they come and we’re all hugging and saying hi and then they give me a big bag of Taylor merch! As if that wasn’t enough, they then pull out tickets for my mom, dad and I and for them to the museum! So then we all walk over to the ticket taker and get into the elevator to go upstairs. So, if you’ve never been to the CMHOF, when the elevator opens, the first thing literally RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU is the Taylor Swift Education Center. So I see the 1989 Tour display case and I just run towards it and start hugging it. Well I hugged the right side with the HYGTG outfit and the Christmas tree SIO outfit and shoes because those were my two favorite outfits!! Then I let go for a second and one of the TN girls is like, “You should do that again so your dad can get a picture of you!” So I did. And I’m pretty sure that’s when TAYLOR FREAKING SWIFT WALKED IN AND STOOD RIGHT BEHIND ME and I didn’t even notice!!!! So my initial reaction is AHEDJSYEYKSBAHDJSJA NO WAY THAT IS NOT TAYLOR ALISON SWIFT NO WAY BUT OH MY GOD IT IS. She was holding a little envelope with my name on it, she handed it to me and then I grabbed and hug her so tight and said I love you at least a million times. She smelt like the most beautiful flower in the world and it all felt like if you could encapsulate the feeling you hear that one song that makes you say “‘ME”. As soon as I let go of Taylor, I see Scott reaching out with something in his hands and low and behold it was a bunch of picks for me!! I sobbingly was like THANK YOU SO MUCH😭😭. Meanwhile while this is happening my mom is talking to Andrea and Andrea is telling her how THIS WAS ALL TAYLOR’S IDEA AND HOW TAYLOR WANTED TO
MEET ME. Then I ran to Andrea and hugged her and I felt like we were back in Columbus in the bstage pit hugging as Taylor is singing Love Story on her suspended stage. So by this point, me and Tay had taken all of our pics and people were all like OH MY GOD THAT’S TAYLOR SWIFT so people were asking for pictures with Taylor and I was just basically being a lost puppy by this point, crying and following Taylor around the room as she took pics w/ other people. Then right before she had to leave she was like, “Where’s Emily?” And I was like, “behind you..*holding back the waterworks*” she wanted to be sure to hug me and thank me again for being so nice and loyal and I just couldn’t stop saying thank you. Letting go of her and that last hug was the most difficult thing I have ever had to do because in that moment everything I had ever wanted was happening.

Later that evening

So then we get back to our hotel room and my phone starts ringing and the caller ID says “no caller ID” so I throw my phone at my mom and I’m like you answer it😳. To my surprise it’s Tree Paine and she’s calling on behalf of Taylor saying that she wants to pay for us to go out to dinner tonight. So my phone is laying on the bed on speakerphone and my mom and I are staring at each other like HOLY CRAP. So then Tree is like do you know where y'all want to go and we were like ummm…so then she started listing places and then she mentioned an Italian place named Il Mulino(SO SO GOOD BY THE WAY THEIR CHICKEN PARMESAN AND VANILLA CHUNK GELATO ARE FABULOUS). And so we went there and had an amazing dinner ALL PAID FOR BY TAYLOR.

And that’s the story! That’s the story of how I died!
January 25th, 1997-June 23rd, 2016

Mafumafu 02/13/2015 Namahousou ft. Soraru Pt. 2

First of all i’d like to apologize for my slowness. Real life plans, days-long headaches, work, this mean voice in my head and various other distractions made it very impossible to concentrate with this so i’m sorry (;__;). Secondly i’d like to thank kazuian and akiraron for providing me the sources for this namahousou, and to everyone who sent me links and stuff! ^_^ Lastly, a warning, massive amounts of Soramafu like you don’t even know…so nonshippers please tread carefully.

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The Song In My Head (Reminds Me Of You)

Heyo!

So, first fic of 2016 and of course it’s phan

Summary: soulamates au based on this post: (x) “When you get a song stuck in your head, it’s because your soulmate is singing it.”

Word count: 1541

Warnings: swearing, OOC-ness and unedited.

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Seriously, again - this is like the fourth time, Dan thought as ‘Whatever’  by Phil Lester once again started playing in his mind. His soulmate must be some kind of starstruck twelve-year-old because holy hell was his music all they played? He supposed he did kind of like Phil Lester… well he was alright, but hearing him non-fucking-stop kind of dampened his opinion.

He was kind of glad that his piano teacher only allowed him to play classics - his childish mind saw it as some kind of revenge, the thought of making whoever was on the other end listening to Mozart rather than the 22-year-old superstar.

Glaring up at the indecipherable scrawl on the board in an attempt to dispel the music from his mind, Dan copied down what he could, and inwardly groaned because he was in no way ready for his final exams.

He was tapping his foot.

Dan froze, foot poised to tap along with the music. Stop, you’re not enjoying this, he told himself furiously, you’re annoyed because Phil Lester seems to be the only musician they ever play - but what’s even worse, is that they never finish the fucking song, and it always sounds weird.

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Gate 38

Check Please! 12 Days of Christmas

Day 11: Christmas Feast

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Kent wasn’t surprised when the lady at the counter told him that his flight had been delayed. Again.

“We’re very sorry for the inconvenience sir,” she said, her eyes weary and her smile tight around the edges. “We’re trying our best to get planes up in the air, but unfortunately the storm doesn’t seem to be letting up.”

“No, I understand,” Kent replied. “Thank you for checking for me again.”

The woman’s smile turned more genuine, though it still looked tired. Kent wondered how many assholes had already yelled at her for something that was way out of her control. Mother Nature did what she wanted, especially around the Holidays.

“Gate 38 will be quiet at this time of night if you want to try to catch some sleep. We’ll announce any changes over the loudspeaker but,” she grimaced. “I don’t see anything changing anytime soon. They called for a White Christmas and unfortunately they delivered.”

Kent laughed politely at her joke and wished her happy holidays, shouldering his backpack. He waved as he walked away from the counter, hoping that she’d at least get to go home to her family tonight.

It was the night before Christmas and Kent had stupidly put off travelling to his family in New York until the last possible minute. He had one last work project he wanted to finish before going on holiday so he could enjoy the family time without having to think about work  but he’d forgotten to factor in the stupid weather on the East Coast and the fact that his luck was shit. His first flight from Vegas to Boston hadn’t had a problem but sometime during the layover, a storm had hit and most flights were grounded.

Kent pulled his phone out of his pocket, grimaced at the low charge, and called his mother. She’d been bugging him about coming out earlier than Christmas Eve whole week before as she’d seen the weather reports, but he’d been dumb and hadn’t listened. She picked up on the first ring.

“I’m not going to say ‘I told you so’,” she said.

Kent laughed slightly. “You probably should. Sorry ma.” He felt like he was a teenager again, getting scolded for not doing his homework again.

“Do you have a good book at least?” His mom’s voice softened.

“Yeah,” Kent sighed. He had finished it on the last plane though. Maybe he’d reread it.

“They’re saying it’ll be one of the biggest storms of the year,” she said.  

“’They’ really suck.” Kent leaned back against the wall, out of the way of the many people running through the airport in hopes that if they hurry their flight might not be cancelled. He didn’t blame them for trying.

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For the anon who sent a reminder:

I don’t want to talk about that subject on my blog because I think it’s probably over and done with, but I worry that it could pop back up and I don’t want to help the conversation spread if someone tries to use anons to get the fandom talking about it again.  To be clear, yes, I think it’s all set up and not real.

As for the other part of your ask, I don’t have super organized tags, but this has all been within the last 3-4 months I think. Um, I just finished and this got out of hand, so I’m adding a cut.

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#CMchat Exclusive: Get to Know a Musical Triple Threat caitlinevanson

For any Taylor Swift fan, the name Caitlin Evanson is about as common as the word “music” itself. Caitlin was the highly entertaining red head up on stage next to Swift that often had a fiddle on her shoulder or a microphone in her hand singing back up vocals. And for those who aren’t Taylor Swift fans, then you better prepare to become a Caitlin Evanson fan.
Caitlin is one of the most talented and fierce musicians in the world; a bit of a hidden treasure at this point. Caitlin is a woman who can own the stage like only the most elite performers can, play a variety of instruments like her life depended on it, AND she can SING. Couple that with some wicked cool song writing skills and you really have a true force to reckon with. Country Music #CMchat got to sit down with Caitlin and catch up with what she’s doing these days….


How is life treating you these days?
Life is treating me more than well.  Surfing, hiking, living, loving and deeply enjoying new roots growing in my life.


You bring such a raw, genuine feel to your music, where do you pull your current inspiration from?
I am probably one of the happiest people you could meet.  And sometimes I wonder if its because 90% of my songs are sad.  I am a big believer in cleansing.  And I think I subconsciously take the sadness and wield it into something enjoyable to share, rather than to take it out on people around me.  Make sense?  Also, one of the best things I’ve ever been fortunate enough to do, is observe how the masters do it.  All the writers I worked with in Nashville, of course, Taylor, and all the greats I will never stop listening to, that make a song haunt the airwaves forever.  Have you ever just sat and thought about the song “Hotel California”?  And what that story would look like, made into a movie?  What a story.  There is a natural stream of consciousness in that song.  A flow.  You feel it when you listen to it.  That’s what I want inspires me these days.


You’ve had a highlighted background as a part of Taylor Swift’s band, how has that helped you with moving forward to the next phase of your career?
You can’t help but live in a sort of parallel universe, when you tour for years at a time.  Especially for a world class household name.  You can’t rewrite history.  You can’t help but have many consider this as your life’s “title” after you’ve done it. All things that I could never have fully understood until I stepped out to plant seeds and grow this new life and music of mine.  Processing an 8 year incredible whirlwind takes time. But what I am gradually learning is that I got to be a part of music history.  Something that put my own ability and magic on the map.  And I am so grateful.  Being a special gear in a big machine is exhilarating and sometimes exhausting, in the best way possible.  I am also gradually learning that I now have a massive and almost endless amount of memories, emotions, roller coasters, triumphs and terrors to draw from for my next million songs. Books and books, story upon story.  And that fuels my creative fire.


You’re an accomplished instrumentalist, what is your favorite instrument to play and naturally…why?!
When I was 4, I saw a violin concerto performed by Itzhak Perlman on our tv at home, in Seattle.  I pointed to the screen and basically said, “That’s what I want to be”.  My dad was a classical guitar guru, so when he heard this, a tiny violin was in my hands the next day.  I was screeching my way through “Twinkle Twinkle” before my parents could put in their earplugs. Violin is like breathing to me.  It’s just something I’ve always done.  It was also one of the lifelong most difficult things I’ve done, so its all the sweeter for it.  It is an instrument that demands my undivided passionate attention to detail and perfect pitch. One tiny roll of a pinky in the wrong direction is the difference between a good and bad performance that day. I can almost hear it speaking to me sometimes, “If you’re not going to love me deeply, don’t waste my time. Pack me up”.  I have always needed that kind of challenge.  I respect it and it continues to change my life every time I pick it up.  And especially these days. As a musician, I can’t help but reinvent and renew what I am, as my environment changes. Violin, it is.


How would you classify your sound?
As an artist, I am always “classifying my sound”.  If you heard my first self titled record from about 13 years ago, my “sound” would be a lot like Evanescense.  That’s what I was into.  Today?  I would say organic. I lean into Ingrid Michaelson, Patty Griffin, Foy Vance and Colbie Caillat.  But I have to laugh as I even say this.  Because that still isn’t “me”.  I guess you could say I adore their songwriting and vocal inflections.  But I also love Nine Inch Nails, Hozier, Iron And Wine, Haim, Drake and God knows what else.  I never know how to answer that question. So there’s my answer, haha.


Favorite song you’ve written thus far?
As an artist/songwriter, my favorite song is always “the one I finished today”.  Every time.  So today, its “Little Parts Of You”.  There will be a “bedroom session” version of it on my soundcloud soon.  On a day I don’t finish a song?  I usually come back to the silly, less introspective ones.  Like, “Why Ya Do Me Like That”.  I have always had a thing for a simple catchy melody with a happy pop-vibe with a mean jab of a lyric.  There’s a “bedroom session”, of that song on my soundcloud.  (Caitln Bird).


Your musical crush? And would they be your dream collab? If not….who?!

Can there be 2? One, MACKELMORE!  First of all, he’s from Seattle, my forever home.  Second, he made me fall in love with music again and listen to it in a way I hadn’t in years.  As a musician, melodies and chords free flow pretty easy.  But lyrics stump me.  Really good ones.  And his were astounding to me. As a violinist, I was so captivated by all the perfect string stacks and and instrumental moments weaving through the whole thing.  I feel like they cared so much and put everything they had into it, with such a family vibe. Two, Ingrid Michaelson!  When it comes to haunting harmonies and painfully true-ringing lyrics, she’s my go to right now.  I love her live personality and her brilliance when necessary, and her simplicity in the appropriate moments. The “Lights Out” on vinyl doesn’t stop spinning in my house.  Embarrassing?  maybe, but sometimes I just play my violin to “Open Hands”, like 10 times in a row, alone…in my house.  Okay.  Anyway….

Favorite music related memory?!
12 Years ago, I was in Rome, playing fiddle for a small country band for a month long USO Tour. I imagine the rough parts of that city are pretty dang rough.  My bandmates and I wandered into an area that felt pretty rough to us.  I heard what sounded like “O Sole Mio” playing on a violin down the street.  I followed it around the corner and found this little kid.  I think he was maybe 8 years old.  He looked pretty beat up, and had a couple euro in his open violin case.  I applauded and held out my hands.  To this day, I can’t believe he did this, but he handed the ¾ size violin to me, and I knelt down and played the chorus of “Hey, Jude”. He lit up and started singing along, in a thick Italian accent.  I dropped a few euro in his case and handed him his violin and walked back to find my bandmates. It’s funny, I never told anyone about it.  Asking me to have a favorite music related memory is like asking me which breath in my life was my favorite to take. So I’ll stick with this one for now.  ;)


Is there a method to your madness in terms of approaching songwriting?!
I think some writers can work up tears and evoke a lot of emotion out of thin air.  For me, that’s like trying to sneeze.  I’ll never be able to make it happen.  So I’m the type that just goes about my day, constantly toting a heavy bag full of notepads, and pens (because hand-writing is still so therapeutic to me), yoga clothes, towels, phone, keys, ear buds etc.  I look like a spaz most of the time because I make sure I remain open when an idea comes and I stop what I’m doing, and write it down.  Or else, it goes away and never comes back.  I guess I kind of liken it to a giant rain cloud that follows me around, randomly dropping melodies and lyrics wherever I go.  I hate that it always wakes me up at 3am.  And if I don’t record it, its gone in the morning.  My writing life is a mountain of puzzle pieces, waiting to be put together.  And I wouldn’t have it any other way.


Any secret talents?
Besides a tri-pod headstand in yoga class?  Nope.  Once a middle child, always a middle child.  If I find that I have a “hidden talent”, it doesn’t stay hidden for long.  I have to show it off, be it x-ray vision, or a double jointed finger.  Everybody!  Look what I can do!


Coolest fan moment that’s happened in the last 3 months?
I love it.  There’s been drawings, paintings, print-screened tshirts with my face on it made by a fan, every pastry in the shape and color of anything and everything on tours, songs, videos, letters, ice scuptures and everything else you can and can’t possibly imagine for all of us.  When I read “I started playing the fiddle because of you”, in tweets etc, it never gets old.  That one is always a favorite.  And in the last 3 months?  Well, I’m not sure if yall are familiar with jencita Vargas, but she has done nothing but support, help, promote and love my own tiny and developing artistry since she started following me on Twitter.  She is becoming quite the artist promoter in her own right.  Check her out.  I greatly appreciate everything she has done to promote my last youtube videos and live shows in San Diego.

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can you do one where you’re like famous and you break up with jack because he’s been drinking a lot lately and then he tries to win you back with ridiculous instagram posts / tweets idk if that’s a cool story line but yea:)

AN Hey guys, sorry for the lack of update last night, I passed out when I got home - long day at work. But I’m here again, so here you are! I hope you guys like it, I also really appreciate all your nice comments you’re super awesome. Enjoy the story xx

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Waiting for my boyfriend to get home not only felt like a chore, but it also felt like I was going to be here all night. Jack hadn’t called, texted, and this wasn’t his first offence either. He’d been out with Alex or Rian or Zack or anyone else who was willing to joi. He’s been doing this a lot, and I was starting to get sick of it.

Jack finally stumbled in around two-thirty, after the bars closed, flat out drunk. He was slurring his words, and his eyes were heavy. “Hey honey!” he called out to me, leaning in for a kiss, but I moved out of the way. If he thought he was going to get a kiss after behaving like an asshole, then he had another thing coming.

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How to email editors

This advice is based on a year’s worth of pro work in comics, twenty years of trial and error trying to break in, and about 5 years working as a freelance illustrator. (I’m 25). So these aren’t rules, just suggestions based on my own experience.

WARNING- IT’S QUITE LONG.

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andthisisthewonder  asked:

Can you just write all the things? Please? Like, damn, now I really want a Peeta as Katniss's bodyguard story. You're killing me. In a good way. Basically, you're amazing. Bye.

okay I couldn’t resist :)


Peeta’s grip on her arm is firm, potentially bruise-inducing, and he holds her close to his side as he rushes her through the hotel lobby. Katniss follows him obediently (like she has a choice), staring dumbly at the side of his head. She doesn’t even think her feet are touching the ground, actually; she’s pretty sure he’s carrying her single-handedly at this point.

She’s still trying to piece together the scene that just unfolded outside the hotel mere minutes ago, as she was making her way to the car that was supposed to take her to the gym. Peeta, her relatively new bodyguard, was there to escort her directly from the revolving door through the car door. Additionally, there were a few paps out there to take some “candid” shots of her—she has no doubt her agent Effie alerted the tabloids about her workout plans—her assistant Flavius, and a few fans or bystanders milling around the sidewalk. Katniss stopped to snap a quick picture with a couple of girls on the verge of tears, when she heard the commotion behind her—some angry shouts, cries of protest and alarm

She whipped around in time to see Peeta bodyslam a hulking brute of a man to the ground. Bewildered, she watched them struggle on the sidewalk, Peeta very quickly pinning the man onto his stomach and wrenching his arms behind his back, a knee pressed between his shoulder blades.

“I’ll kill that fucking slut!” The threat bellowed down the street, but Katniss knew it was meant for her. She recognized that voice now, that spiky blond hair and red, bulging face.

Suddenly, Flavius and some hotel staff were whisking her back inside the building under the blinding flood of camera flashes as security rushed out to help Peeta detain the man. The paps swarmed, yelling at her, torn between photographing her and the struggle on the ground, but the doors shut and Flavius was simultaneously fretting over her and shrieking at the staff to call 911.

Agitated, Katniss brushed Flavius off of her, insisting she was fine, but when Peeta barreled through the front entrance a moment later and grabbed her, she didn’t resist, letting him pull her toward the elevator bank.

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[FANACCOUNT] 140425 B.A.P in London @ Westminster

WITH A STROKE OF LUCK, I SOMEHOW MANAGED TO FIND B.A.P ON THE STREETS OF LONDON FILMING.

There’s spoilers from the filming in here, so if you don’t wanna know anything about the MV they were filming for, I suggest you don’t read.

(It’s also very long, sorry)

Ok so here goes…

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#49: someone insults you

Mark:“It’s okay, Mark,” you say, exiting out of the browser. There had been an outbreak of hateful comments towards you lately and Mark and you had found them while browsing around online. “Yeah it’s no big deal,” he says, but you can tell it is for him. “Mark,” you repeat, “It’s really okay,” trying to reassure him. He leaves the room to sit in the living room, where you find him quietly sitting there listening to some music. You lean over and pull the headphones out of his ear and sit down next to him. “Stop pouting,” you say with a little smile. “I promise I’m not that bothered by it. I swear.” He looks up at you and sighs, “I just hate it when people don’t see how nice and awesome you are. It’s not very fair,” he says.“It’s okay,” you say quietly as he puts an arm around you. You know he’s mad, so you just let him hold you tightly, rubbing your arm as you sigh into his chest.

Jr: “I’m in here,” you say to Jinyoung after you hear him looking for you. He comes into the bedroom to see you laying in bed, curled up. “What happened?!” he asks, rushing onto the bed. The bouncing of the bed makes you move from your fetal position to one where you’re sitting up. “I’m sorry,” you say, tears welling up in your eyes a bit, “I know I said it wouldn’t bother me, but it does.” “Y/N,” he says, and he pulls your head into his chest, and you can feel his hands running up and down your back, trying to comfort the light sobs coming from you. “What happened?” he asks, as you calm down a little bit. He wipes a tear rolling down your cheek. “Just people being stupid,” you say, pointing at your phone, and he already knows what it’s about. “Don’t let them bother you,” he says, “They’re just people behind a screen. Come on,” he says, getting out of bed. He offers you his hand, “Let’s get some ice cream, okay?” he says, knowing it’ll make you feel better. You take his hand as he guides you out of the room. 

JB: After hearing a loud BANG coming from the kitchen, you know already know it’s JB. “What happened?” you say, rushing in, when you see a clearly frustrated JB looking out the window. His hand is red, and starting to bruise, so you already know that he’s pissed. “Okay, what is it this time?” you ask, crossing your arms. “I’m so done with these people,” he says, and you can see him holding his phone in the other hand, “They’re so rude and mean and stupid,” he says through gritted teeth, and you can tell he’s trying really hard not to throw a tantrum right now. You sigh, knowing exactly what he’s talking about. “Have you been reading comments again?” you say, coming closer to him. He looks over at you, taking a deep breath. Seeing you always made him a bit calmer. “I hate reading them,” he says, facing you now, and you take the phone out of his hand, putting it on the table. You slowly wrap your arms around his waist as he puts his hands on yours. “Don’t read them, then,” you coo, and he looks at you with loving eyes. “I just hate how they’re so mean to you,” he says, and you smile at him. “It’s okay,” you say, and you hug him, sighing as you always worry about him getting angry. “Just don’t read them, please. I don’t want you hurting your hand again,” you say, muffled into his chest, and he sighs. “I know. I’m sorry,” and he kisses the top of your head. 

Jackson: “What does that even MEAN?!” Jackson says, laughing at a tweet someone had sent him about you. “I didn’t realize me having weird eyebrows could bother someone so much,” you say, pointing at another comment on his phone. “This is so stupid,” he says, shutting the phone off and wiping his eyes from the tears, “People are so stupid!” You chuckle, laughing at how he was laughing so hard. He throws an arm around you, kissing you on the cheek randomly. “What’s that for?” you ask, looking at him. “For putting up with all of this,” he brings your head closer to him so it can go against his cheek. “And for your stupid eyebrows,” he says, jokingly, and you both laugh, spending the rest of your time together cuddling. 

BamBam: “Ah. So annoying,” BamBam says, scratching his head. “What’s wrong?” you ask, not looking away from the TV. “Just people are being so annoying,” he says shaking his head, “I don’t why they just don’t leave me alone.” You chuckle a little bit, muting the TV to look over at the clearly bothered BamBam. “Bam,” you say, taking his hand into yours. He looks at you with tired eyes. “It sucks, I know. But that’s just the way things are, but you’re strong enough to get through it.” He gives you a weak smile and then pulls you closer to him. “Good thing I have you to help me deal with it then,” he says, and then kisses you on the top of your head. * * * Later that night as BamBam was getting ready for bed, you decided to check his Instagram — usually where he updated on his life even though he had twitter, hopefully offering a little bit of insight on what could be bothering him.  ”Everyone,” it read, “I love you guys a lot, but Y/N is my girlfriend, and my best friend. She’s made me so happy and she’s someone I care about a lot. Saying mean things about her is like saying mean things about me, and it’s not cool. Please be a little kinder to the person who’s been so kind to me.”  

Youngjae: “Youngjae! Where are you?!” You’re walking around the apartment, looking for him when you finally find him in the middle of the hallway, laying down on his back. “What are you doing?!” you ask him, crossing your arms, “I’ve been looking for you. We need to eat, ya fart face,” you say, kneeling down to him. He sighs a heavy sigh. “Why are people so mean, Y/N?” He asks, not moving his eyes away from the ceiling. “What?” you reply, confused. He finally sits up, looking right at you. “Why are people so mean?” he repeats. “I’ve been on the internet today…” “Well, so have I. I go on most days,” you say, jokingly, and it manages to break him into a little smile. “No, I mean, I’ve been reading comments and stuff. About us. About me.. and you.” He’s a little bit hesitant, then, “It made me sad.” Your eyes soften as you see that he really is sad about this. “Don’t be sad,” you say, and he looks at you again, this time a little more hopeful. “I’m not sad about it,” you reassure him, “But it just makes me sad to see you sad.” “Ah. I’m sorry, Y/N,” he replies, and pulls you in for a hug. “I’ll try not to be sad about it anymore, okay?” 

Yugyeom: “Why do people say these kinds of things?!” Yugyeom yells at the computer again, “HOW DO THEY EVEN COME UP WITH IT?” “What did they say this time?” you lean over to the computer screen and chuckle a little bit. “Some people are really smart,” you say, and Yugyeom glares at you. “It’s so offensive,” he says, trying to sound manly, but you know he’s just a little baby, so you ruffle his hair. “You’re so cute, Yugyeom,” you say, smiling. “HEY! I CAN BE MEAN TOO, WATCH THIS!” he writes back to one of the comments, “Please don’t say that. Thanks :)” and you nearly fall to the floor laughing, “STOP IT!” you say, and he laughs along with you. “Okay, maybe I’m not that mean,” he says. “Good,” you say, sitting on his lap to get his eyes away from the computer screen for once. “That’s what I like about you,” you say, and he smiles as he cups your face to pull you in for a kiss.