argus paul

anonymous asked:

hey, could you explain what happened in Vegas betweet zayn and liam?

What happened? That’s a really good question.
Basically Zayn ignored Liam throughout the concert, AND THIS IS SOMETHING because Zayn never ignores Liam.

Look at the other concerts

But in Vegas something happened. Zayn didn’t touch Liam, he didn’t even try to look in his direction despite Liam’s pleading eyes. (How did he even manage to resist those puppy eyes?)

So yeah, Zayn was angry. And he was angry with Liam, ‘cause he behaved normally with the other three boys.

Did Liam do something wrong? Maybe, we can’t know for sure, but that same morning Liam and Zayn were fine at the meet and greet.
Though during the day something clearly irritated Zayn and he ended up arguing with Paul.

(btw he’s being cornered by two big guys, that’s only my supposition, but I think they were trying to stop him from doing something dumb, trying to reason with him, even if he didn’t want to)
Anyway he was so upset that he skipped dinner while the other boys went to Gordon Ramsay’s steakhouse

When the concert started Zayn was still upset, he tried to behave normally with the others, but totally ignored Liam.
Also, the weird thing is that his hand was perfectly fine at the beginning of the day, but

again, what happened? Did he punch something? Someone? We’ll never know (ugh)

So, the interesting point which connects everything is that Danielle was there.
Our guess is that nobody expected this, or at least Zayn didn’t expect to find her there. Maybe it was a last moment decision or maybe he was the only one who didn’t know that and didn’t take the news very well.

(I swear I can picture him softly punching Liam and yelling: WHAT DOES SHE DO HERE? WHY IS SHE HERE?) (it’s no secret that Zayn clearly didn’t like her)

Anyhow the boys knew what was going on, and they tried to fix it, changing their usual position and making Zayn and Liam squeeze against each other

wow, good plan guys, how evil

but you failed

Anyway, Zayn and Liam clarified (maybe that same night after sending away Danielle) and the day after everything was fine.

The signs on The Great British Bake Off
  • Aries: Is overly confident about their showstopper despite not having practiced it at home
  • Taurus: Unnervingly calm at all times. puts the same two spices into everything
  • Gemini: Goes off plan for their showstopper when they see what the other contestants are doing
  • Cancer: The Most™ puns
  • Leo: Argues with Mary and Paul during the judging
  • Virgo: Has a food blog and knows everything despite being like 12
  • Libra: Matches their outfit to their (perfectly iced) cake
  • Scorpio: Steals someones custard
  • Sagittarius: Goes home early because they try to be experimental and put beetroot in a black forest gateaux
  • Capricorn: Has 5 timers and detailed blueprints
  • Aquarius: Struggles not to look disappointed when they think they’re going to get star baker and then don’t
  • Pisces: Goes home half way through. Was just happy to be there. Cries

The way these houseguests talk to Josh is so annoying. They all talk down on him and it pisses me the absolute fuck off!!!

I guarantee you that Xmas wouldn’t talk to Paul the same way she talks to Josh. Of course Josh has his annoying moments where he won’t be quiet, but that doesn’t give anyone the right to belittle him EVERY time they have a conversation with him.

grfygrf  asked:

I'd argue that Paul Ryan is pretty frickin' brainless given that the perfect conditions for a political revitalization were dropped into his lap and he still decided to stick to the party line and basically screw his entire future into oblivion by clinging to this faint and terrible concept of complete health care destruction. Honestly, he deserves to watch all his bridges burn before his eyes...

Paul Ryan is a fraud. He’s been propped up by a political press that is desperate to invent a Republican who isn’t cruel and indifferent to suffering. He’s a liar, he’s not very smart, and he’s sort of the House version of John McCain: like McCain claims to go against his party on principle (he never does), Ryan has this manufactured image as a policy wonk who studies economic theory and history to inform his positions (he doesn’t; his ‘education’ begins and ends with Ayn Rand).

So it isn’t surprising that he’s been a massive failure as a leader and a policy maker, because he is incapable of being either of those things.

Founding the Antibiotic Era

The antibiotic era as we know it today started with syphilis. Yes, the face-ravaging, sanity-altering sexually transmitted infection. At the turn of the 19th century, syphilis was endemic and almost incurable. Caused by the spirochete Treponema pallidium, syphilis was usually treated with inorganic mercury salts. But mercury salts treatment had extremely severe and unpleasant side effects and did not usually work very well. Paul Erlich thought there might be a better way. His idea of a “magic bullet” that selectively targets only disease-causing microbes, and not the human housing those microbes, was based on scientists noticing that aniline and other synthetic dyes, which first were produced in the late 1800s, could stain some specific microbes but not others. Paul Ehrlich argued that special chemical compounds could be created which would “be able to exert their full action exclusively on the parasite harbored within the organism.“  This idea of Erlich’s led him to begin a large-scale and systematic screening program (as we would call it today) in 1904 to find a drug against syphilis.

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Why Adam is literally the perfect name for Belle’s Prince

Most of us are familiar with the facet of the argument regarding the Prince’s name that Adam is perfect because Adam means man in hebrew. However, I, your resident Judaic Studies (and honestly somewhat Religious Studies) major, have come to present you with another point.

So there is this fun concept of the Adam Christology. What is the Adam Christology you may ask? So essentially this is an explanation that is featured in the letters of the Apostle Paul that argue Jesus died for everyone’s sins because he was the New Adam.

There is the OLD Adam, aka first man and the bad boy who ate the forbidden fruit and brought sin upon humanity.

And then there is the NEW Adam, who God created to be sent to the human realm completely pure of sin to shoulder the burden so humanity could be saved. He died to reverse the actions of the Old Adam.

Now you may say, Ari this is a lot of religion how does this feature into Boyo. And it is quite simple.

You have the Trash Prince, the Adam of sin. This includes The Beast because this is still Adam living under the consequences of sin.

And then he dies and is LITERALLY resurrected to be made anew.

And as such Adam, aka Belle’s Prince, the Beast embodies the entire concept of Adam Christology in a single human being and this is why my son should most definitely be named Adam.

The BAU on Bake Off

Garcia: The baker who goes for weird flavour combos but somehow manages to pull it off.


JJ: The baker who brings in stuff their mum grew in allotment and practises their bakes on their kids.


Rossi: Old school baker who uses traditional recipes and refuses to deviate.


Reid: The baker who comes in with a chart of their baking times, precut templates and compass, tape measure and scientific calculator.


Prentiss: The baker who puts loads of booze in, hoping that wins over the judges.


Morgan: The baker who learnt everything from their Mum and still uses the family recipe book handed down through the generations but adds his own twist.


Hotch: Perfectionist baker who prefers to do simple bakes to a high standard. Argues with Paul.

it upsets me that a lot of fans are completely nitpicking every word that some of these hgs say just so they have a reason to hate them.

exhibit a: when fans twisted christmas’s comment about “shoving my cast up your a**” to be about dom when she was clearly jokingly directing that towards paul, since he carelessly caused her to slip and fall not long beforehand.

some of these people really aren’t as bad of people as we try to make them out to be.

anonymous asked:

daryl and jesus 24

 things you said with clenched fists


“Listen asshole, I’ve got some shit to say to you,” Daryl snapped, slamming the door of Paul’s trailer shut. 

Paul glanced up at him, frowning. “Wow, the greetings have really gone down around here.” He was very relaxed up until this point, his feet on the table, and a very old magazine on his lap, that he had been flipping through without paying much attention.

“Stop that.”  Daryl growled, pointing at him, his other hand in a tight fist. 

Paul laughed from his chair, putting his hands up. “I’m not doing anything!”

“Stop with your smart ass remarks,” Daryl snarled, beginning to walk up and down the trailer. He didn’t say anything more for a few moments, simply walking around, occasionally glaring at Paul, who was sitting there looking at Daryl with a small smile on his face. “Stop it.” 

“Daryl, I’m not-”

“You are, and I know you are, because you know you are too.” 

“And without a map to that sentence,” Paul removed his feet from the table and let them drop, getting up. “I have stuff to do.” 

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Imagine going on a date with Paul. You have such a great time at dinner - not a moment passed that he wasn’t trying to make you laugh. He invites you to come hang out with his friends, and the date is going so well, you say yes. When you walk through the door, he starts dancing around, telling all his friends how much his new girlfriend likes him. You’re laughing so hard you can’t even argue.

So here it is the long awaited, probably not, follow up to my fetus ziam drabble. I’ve already started part 3 because I hate myself and think people actually like my stuff.


“Out of my way lads, I’ve got my own room this time,” Niall announced once everyone was off the buses in Vancouver. He turned and looked directly at Harry and Louis. “Luckily it’s away from some people.”

“You’re the perv that was listening in,” Louis replied defensively. “Not mine and Harold’s fault.”

“How about we get a move on and get to the lift instead of arguing?” Paul suggested, raising his eyebrows at the boys. “Meet me by the lifts while I get the keys.”

The five boys dragged their feet behind Paul, all exhausted. The three hour bus ride ended up taking close to four and a half due to getting tied up at the border. A stop for gas once they entered Canada ended up being a production that got a few people to laugh, even if it was out of sheer exhaustion and not something actually funny. Bags were thrown over shoulders and luggage was being dragged behind them. They only upside to everything was that they had the day off, the only thing on their schedule was a radio interview in the midafternoon. Eight more shows, two more weeks and they could see their month long break in front of them. It was just something they needed to keep reminding themselves.

“You sleep on the bus?” Zayn asked Liam as they were huddled in the corner, away from everyone.

“A little,” Liam answered with a shrug. “I was too knackered to sleep, if that makes sense.”

“Perfect,” he assured him, especially after he saw the worry lines appear above Liam’s brows. All he wanted to do really was move his thumb across the creases, feel his skin on his skin, maybe even kiss the worry feeling that was probably in the pit of his stomach. Fuck. Stupid Louis and his stupid checklist. “I was knackered too but you know how Lou is, always bouncing off the wall.”

“You’ll sleep well tonight,” Liam promised, his worry lines now flattened and a wide smile on his face. “Get to sleep on a bed this time instead of a crammed bus.”

“We cuddling?” Zayn asked with a smirk. Despite his new found realization Zayn didn’t want to make things awkward between them, they needed to stick to their routine, and cuddling was part of that routine. “I need my teddy bear to help me sleep.”

“Of course, Zed, always,” he told him, hiking his bag further up his shoulder.

Liam’s cheeks were faintly turning pink, a bashful smile on his face, this was when he was most beautiful. Zayn got to see Liam in varying degrees, Liam the popstar, Liam the businessman, and just good ole plan Liam James Payne from Wolverhampton. Liam the popstar was someone to be dazzled by, the way he commands a stage, the presence he has in front of thousands of fans was outstanding, surely something to be admired. Liam the businessman was a take no prisoner type of man, very attentive and aware of his surroundings. He made sure everyone was taken care of, he was the voice of reason within the band.  

Liam James Payne from Wolverhampton was who Zayn fell in love with though. That was the authentic Liam, the one many people rarely got to see. He had to be the other two Liam’s a large majority of the day. The regular Liam, the boy behind the man, the one who giggles at everything he finds funny, the one who blushes whenever he get complimented. He was so selfless and caring and understanding, always patient. Honestly, what took Zayn so long to realize he was in love with Liam? Anyone who ever met the true, authentic Liam would fall in love with him instantly. Karen and Geoff raised a good man.

“Come collect your keys and get on the lift, gents,” Paul called to them, knocking Zayn out of his daydream.

Liam gave Zayn a little shove towards the lift while he volunteered to get their keys. While the keys were being distributed the noise level started to rise a little. People were way past exhaustion but a minimal change in the atmosphere always riled people up, especially Louis. Harry, like always, was trying to quiet him, drag him onto the lift and away from the death glares of a few of the crew members. Caroline just rolled her eyes as she collected her key from Paul, patting an exhausted looking Zayn as she past, kissing his forehead and wishing him a goodnight. Liam returned, placing his free arm around Zayn’s shoulders, almost lifting him up as helping him onto the lift and eventually their shared room. They were both exhausted, the faces looking worn out from the long day and even longer tour schedule. A quick goodnight was said to those who remained on the lift as they exited on their floor.

“I’m gonna change in the loo,” Liam announced once they got into their room and dropped their things on the soon to be vacant bed. “So you can do what you gotta do out here.”

“Thanks,” Zayn replied softly, followed by a yawn he didn’t even try to cover up.

Liam grabbed his bag that contained a change of clothes and his toiletries, it was a luxury when they stayed at a hotel. Trying to shower, shave, or even change on a constantly moving bus was a hassle. Something all five of them learned to conquer rather quickly. He hummed around his toothbrush as he brushed his teeth, some song that was playing at the arena earlier that day from whatever playlist they used to hype the crowd before the show. It felt good to be in a hotel, even better that he got to share that room with Zayn, his best mate. He loved all four boys equally but things just felt different with Zayn. They bonded over more than just being in the same group. Movies, music, comics, everything about them was alike. It was great to have someone who was so compatible with. He had the best mates in the world, a dream job, and a dream girlfriend, someone who understood his lifestyle so perfectly and never once complained.  Liam was just so excited that in a few days’ time Danielle was set to arrive in Las Vegas and spend a few days with him before flying back home. He couldn’t ask for anything more.

“You decent?” Liam asked, opening the bathroom door ajar.

Zayn snorted at the questions. “What a loaded question Payno, but yea, I am.”

Liam laughed at Zayn’s reply and opened the door. Zayn was already sitting on the bed, laptop resting on his legs. “What are we watching tonight?”

“Thor,” he informed him, shuffling up on the bed to rest against the headboard, patting the spot next to him to indicate he wanted Liam to sit down. This could all be looked at as pseudo romantic but Zayn knew he needed to keep this as friendly as possible. Which was probably going to be hard, in more way than one.

“The new one?” Liam asked in excitement as he reached the bed and sat next to Zayn. He lifted the laptop and placed it on the spot where their legs met. A perfect place for both of them to see it properly. “You know being famous does have it perks sometimes.”

Zayn nodded swallowing the lump forming in his throat. He’d touched Liam numerous times within the last few years, hand holding, gently placing a hand on the small of each other backs, even while wrestling backstage at arenas. Even tonight they touched, always did during I Want, it was a routine of theirs. Now it felt different, their outer thighs pressed up against each other, skin on skin. He could feel the hair on Liam’s legs rubbing up against his. Zayn really did hate Louis, making him realize he was in love with Liam. Now everything happening around them made Zayn hyperaware, noticed every little detail now. Some mate Louis was. Thanks bro.

“You okay?” Liam’s gentle voice brought Zayn back to reality. He was rubbing at Zayn’s knee, trying to coax him out of whatever trance he was stuck in. “You spaced out on me for a minute.”

“I-I’m okay,” he assured him, his eyes glued to where Liam’s hand was. “Let-let’s just watch the movie, yeah?”

“I heard it was better than the first once,” Liam told him as he pressed a few buttons on the laptop to start up the movie. “Let me know if you want anything to eat or drink and I’ll pause the movie, okay?”

Zayn just nodded in response as the movie began, the Marvel credits flashing on the screen. He was so excited to watch the movie but couldn’t get his mind to focus. Everything around him was too much. He slowly regretted sharing a room with Liam. He didn’t want things to be awkward between them, to draw any attention to the situation, but it was going to be difficult. Now that he had a name to the gnawing feeling he’d been feeling for so long, it was hard to shove it away. This wasn’t Liam’s fault at all, never would be. Just sitting close to Liam in a bed where they’d eventually lay down and cuddle, a staple of theirs when they share a room. It was going to be an obstacle, he was definitely going to think about all the romantic undertones of cuddling with his best mate who he happened to be in love with.

Never mind the fact that Liam was dating Danielle. Zayn liked Danielle, mostly. She was never around so it was an out of sight out of mind type of relationship. He would never get the way of Liam’s relationship, would never jeopardize it at all. He loved Liam and a part of loving him was respecting those he chose to have in his life, and Danielle was in his life. Zayn tried to focus back on the movie but just watched Liam as he watched the movie. Seeing how animated his face got at certain scenes that were probably highly entertaining and pivotal. He loved seeing Liam’s face light up every time Loki was mentioned or on the screen. He loved the character so much he ended up naming his dog after him. It was the little things that just made him so endearing.

“You stopped watching,” Liam observed, pausing the movie, looking at Zayn. “You want to stop? We can stop if you want to sleep or whatever.”

Zayn faked a yawn and nodded his head. “I’m knackered, maybe we can pick this up tomorrow seeing we have downtime, yeah?”

“Of course,” he agreed, turning off the movie and shutting off the computer, reaching over and placing it on the nightstand. He turned back around and saw that Zayn was already under the covers, getting himself as comfortable as possible. Liam turned off the light and turned in himself, shuffling down the bed to get properly under the covers. “Nothing beats a night in a swanky hotel with me best mate.”

“Yeah,” he tentatively agreed, slowly nodding his head, turning his back to Liam. He sucked in his breath as Liam’s arm snaked around his waist, his insides immediately felt like lava. It was strictly platonic but everything had changed, had shifted, now his body was betraying him.

“Goodnight Zed,” Liam whispered in his ear, scooting closer to tangle their legs together.  

“Night Liam,” he replied, his mouth dry and he closed his eyes and wished himself to fall asleep and fall asleep fast.

anonymous asked:

Prompt: George and Ringo are pissed off and annoyed to death because Paul and John are being disgustingly sappy and clingy and couple-like after John came back from filming How I Won The War

this is such a cute idea i hope you enjoy it…

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“Paul, you need to calm down.” George rolled his eyes as he sat down on the couch beside his older mate. Ringo was leaning against the doorway of the sitting room, chuckling at him. “I can’t calm down! He’s been gone for months, and he’s gonna walk through that door any bloody minute now!” Paul was literally vibrating with excitement. He was right, though. After the four Beatles had decided they didn’t want to tour anymore, John took off to take part in a film called How I Won The War. Paul was overjoyed that his boyfriend was returning home today. Of course, George and Ringo were excited to see their mate again too, but they were more excited because they wouldn’t have to deal with a mopey Paul McCartney any longer.

“You’ve waited this long for him, Paul. A few more minutes won’t hurt.” Ringo reassured Paul. Paul could only roll his eyes and continue to bounce his legs nervously. George and Ringo couldn’t help but smile widely when Paul’s eyes lit up and his smile grew, because he heard the front door open. “Hullo!” A very familiar voice called. Paul jumped nearly fifty feet in the air and bolted to the door, George and Ringo not far behind him. “John!” He yelped, almost knocking John right off his feet. John picked Paul up and spun him around before placing a very long (almost uncomfortable for George and Ringo) kiss on Paul’s lips. “I missed you too, Macca.” John had a huge grin on his face when he was finally able to take his eyes off Paul and saw his two best mates.

Paul was still attached to John’s side when John tried to hug George and Ringo. “Welcome home, mate.” George smiled at his friend. “What’s with the glasses, John?” Ringo was laughing at him now. “Well, they were suppose to be for me role in the film, but I thought it was a good look.” John explained, pushing the granny glasses up his nose. “Come on, then.” John gestured toward the sitting room, leaving his suitcase in front of the door. George and Ringo knew he would forget about it, and would very soon be running around the house in a frantic state looking for his clothing or razor.

The four boys sat down in the sitting room, and of course, Paul was practically on John’s lap. His legs were draped over top of John’s, and his arms were wrapped around his neck. “So, what’s the acting life like?” George asked, squashed in the corner of their couch. Ringo took his place on the floor, laughing at Mr. Third-Wheel Harrison. “I bet it’s just lovely, isn’t it love? Just as lovely as you? No, it can’t be possible.” Paul gawked over John, who chuckled and kissed Paul’s cheek. The other two boys rolled their eyes and gave each other a look. “It’s quite nice. I can say I am happy to be home though.” John said, staring into Paul’s big doe eyes as he said so.

“Should we leave you two be, then?” George asked with annoyance in his voice. “No, no! I missed all of you, lads.” John objected, finally looking at something that wasn’t Paul. “He’s been a right mess without you.” Ringo laughed, pointing at the lad who could only be described as a growth on John’s side at this point. “Can you blame me? Look how adorable he is.” Paul whined before kissing John’s cheek, causing the older man to blush like mad. “I missed ye more, Paulie.” John admitted, before returning the kiss on the cheek with an even longer one, leaving Ringo and George to roll their eyes and exchange the same look of annoyance.

“That, my dearest, is impossible.” Paul argued. “It is not!” John laughed with pink cheeks. “It is, you know!” Paul began giggling like a little boy. “Oh bugger off, the both of ye!” George shoved John’s shoulder. “Aw, give us a break Georgie. Haven’t seen my Macca in a few months!” John shoved George back lightly and playfully. “A few months too long without my Johnny.” Paul mumbled before placing a wet kiss on John’s lips, who gladly kissed back.

“Alright!” Ringo stood up, quickly followed by George. “What?!” The love birds questioned at the same time. “You need some time alone, we don’t care to have your lovey-dovey shite shoved down our innocent throats!” George said, causing them to chuckle. “Welcome home, John. Get this Lennon-McCartney bullshite out of the way and then we can all hangout!” Ringo added before he and the guitarist stormed out of the sitting room, leaving Paul and John to be as lovey-dovey as they pleased.

Sharing Is Caring (Part Five)

Pairing: Daryl x Reader; Daryl x Jesus; Negan x Reader; Maggie x Glenn (though not really)

Word Count: 2681

Warnings: Cursing, fluff, polyamory, FEELS AND EMOTIONS.

Notes: I had to get this up as soon as possible, I started writing it as soon as the last part went up. This has a lot of important stuff and thangs. I hope you all like it! Xox ♥

Part Five of the Sharing Is Caring series.



Maggie watched the car approach the gates at top speed, her eyes widening as she saw who was in the cab.

“Open the damn gate!” She shrieked down at Eugene, climbing down the ladder as fast as she could before bolting towards the house. “Daryl! DARYL!”

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Love Can Heal (Part 10)


 Pairing:  Paul Lahote X Reader / Emmett Cullen X Ex!Reader   

 Word count: 858

 Warnings: Depression; self-harm; pretty much stuff like that.

 Prologue

 Part 1

 Part 2

 Part 3

 Part 4

 Part 5

 Part 6

 Part 7

 Part 8

 Part 9

 Part 11

 Part 12

 Part 13

 Part 14

 Part 15 (FINALE)


 “Okay, I’ll admit that the movie was great.” Paul opens the door for me.

 “Way much better than Evil Dead.”

 “I’m not saying that Evil Dead was bad, but…”

 “No, no, no. Let’s not talk about that movie, please.” I take off my coat and sit on the couch, feeling tired.

 “Fine. Did you like the restaurant? ”

 “Yes. I swear I tried to eat, but it’s hard to get used to it again.” I apologize as he sits beside me with kind eyes.

 “I know. I’m happy you tried. And I like the real you.”

 “The real me?”

 “Yes. The girl who laughs, and complains about a movie and face a werewolf. ” Paul lowers his voice, and secretly I want him to come a little closer.

 “The ‘spitfire’ girl?” Then I touch the back of his hand, feeling the cold already leaving my skin.

 “Yes, the ‘spitfire’ girl ”

 “I’m tired, Paul. I’ll take a shower and try to sleep.” I stand up abruptly, whispering a good night and heading upstairs.


 I have nightmares all night, waking up every hour with a scream caught in my throat.


 “Ivy!” Paul’s scream makes me jump, sitting on the bed with my heart racing. What the hell is this? Is he crazy?

 “I’m sorry, Paul, but did you lost your mind? Want to scare the hell out of me?”

 “Well you wouldn’t wake up and Kevin is waiting for you.”

 “Who’s… Oh, that Kevin.” I get up, hoping not to fall since I’m dizzy. I’m sleeping in my clothes, so I just follow Paul to the living room.”

 “She forgot about you.” It’s the first thing he says when we meet Kevin.

 “I didn’t forget him, I just woke up. I’m not the smartest person when I wake up.”

 “How are you, Spitfire?” Kevin happily smiles, opening his arms to hug me. I step back, at the same time Paul stands between me and Kevin, a hand on his shoulder.

 “Carefully.”

 “Okay. Guys, I won’t kill her.” He pushes Paul away with a funny awkward look on his face. Kevin hugs me tight, but not hurting me. I hug him too, slapping his back.

 “You can let me go now.” I manage to get rid of him, with a small smile. “Why did you come here so early in the morning?”

 “It’s almost midday.”

 “What?” I know that I had a horrible night, but it felt like it was still morning. “That’s why I’m hungry?”

 “Probably. Lucky for you, your favorite wolf already made you lunch. ”

 “You don’t have to do it all for me.” My voice faints. Why is he doing all this? I’m nothing to him, absolutely nothing. And while Paul is being an angel, everything I do is sit here trying not to think too much.

 “I don’t want to interrupt this sentimental moment but I’m hungry too.”

 “It’s not fair that you do all of this to me while I…”

 “Ivy, you have to stop. I want to help you and I want to…” He sighs, caressing my cheek.

 “I’m still here, guys. Please, if you want to kiss do it somewhere I can’t see.” Kevin walks to the kitchen, leaving me uncomfortable with Paul.

 “So… I’m going to have lunch.” I smile awkwardly, rushing to the kitchen.


 Kevin is telling me about the day he found out that he could shift into a wolf. I never laughed so hard in my life. My ribs hurt, but I can’t stop. Paul doesn’t think it’s funny, so I throw water drops at him. I feel happy, truly happy, just like I am free from all my sorrows. Then the two wolfs get tense, awkwardly staring at each other, then at me. A knock on the door makes me jump on my chair, and I know who’s here.

 “Paul, don’t let him come in.”

 “Ivy, I don’t want to fight. Just talk to him, I’ll be here for you.”

 Kevin holds my hands while Paul opens the door. I try to keep calm, smiling at Kevin as I get up, straight to the living room to find Emmett and Paul arguing again.

 “Emmett. What do you want?”

 “I want you to come back.”

 “What were you arguing about?” I ask, my eyes locked on Paul’s.

 “Emmett wants to make sure that I won’t take advantage to sleep with you.” Paul keeps his eyes on the vampire, his body tense, ready to kill him at any moment.

 “Do you really think I’m that kind of girl? Did you forget who I am, you idiot? ” I push Kevin away, walking up to Emmett and struggling not to do something stupid. “I don’t know what’s on your mind, vampire, but I’m not the kind of girl you were hanging out with for those two years! Now get out of this house! Get out of my life! I’m tired of you and tired of this shit!” It feels good to yell again, but it still hurts my throat. With one last, useless push on Emmett’s chest, I run upstairs, ignoring the shouting on the living room.


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another rl au headcanon

ash never found the need to get a smartphone (he’s fine with his flip phone ‘used for emergencies’ with a kid’s plan).  until…pokemon go comes out.

he begs his mom for a new phone but of course, it’s difficult because of how expensive it is so he’s told that it might take a while.

paul is more or less neutral about the app.  ~“it’s not real battling” ~“there’s no strategy involved” ~“ew. all the genwunners are coming back” ~“i don’t want to get out/potentially interact with…people

but…he downloads the app on his flagship galaxy phone and lets ash begrudgingly play with it when they’re together.  ash made the character based on paul (since it’s still his account) and chose a team based on what he thinks would match him (*mocking paul* “my pokeyman are the STRONGEST…valor for you :D”)

eventually after a couple of months, ash finally gets his own phone and catches up (not that hard since his play was limited to his interaction with paul).  He levels up his pikachu as much as he can without actually evolving it and tends to get luck with his other captures and eggs.

paul swore that he would delete the app as soon as ash got his phone but was strangely attached to his surrogate account and decides to keep it alive.  He’s now the gym leader in his neighborhood and finds a little joy in the leveling mechanism (trading weaker pokemon to strengthen strong ones).

he constantly tries to beat the instinct gym that ash is the leader of but for some reason, never can…

anonymous asked:

Prompt: having spent the night together, paul wakes up and writes here there and everywhere for John. Within earshot.

yay this is one of the best written sonnngss like ever. woo! so cute.

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“I just don’t want you t’be gone for so long.” Paul pouted as he and John lied in their bed. “Baby, it’s only three days.” John chuckled tiredly. He was leaving the next day to head to Scotland with his Aunt Mimi for a relative’s wedding. John had tried his best to convince Mimi to have Paul come too, but she deemed it inappropriate. “I prefer when you’re here, with me.” Paul pulled John closer to him, kissing the top of the auburn hair resting on his shoulder now. “I’m always with you, Paulie.” John said in a hushed tone. Paul recognized the tone in his voice, he was on the verge of falling asleep. “Not physically.” Paul argued. John tilted his head up and kissed Paul’s neck softly before whispering:

“I’m always with you. Here, there and everywhere.”

John drifted off to sleep after whispering the sweet words against his younger boyfriend’s neck. Paul on the other hand, couldn’t bring himself to close his eyes. As he lied there, holding John against his bare chest, he battled with his mind. A certain melody danced through his brain that he couldn’t help but fall in love with. He even tried to put lyrics to the melody, but he had to get up. Paul’s body felt as though it was about to burst if he didn’t get up and figure out this damned melody.

Paul slipped slowly and carefully out of the bed so he didn’t wake John. Paul tiptoed out to their piano and sat down on the bench. He clicked his pen and made sure to write Another Lennon-McCartney Original on the top as the two always did, whether they wrote the song together or not. Paul closed his eyes for a moment and listened to the melody dancing in his head, and let his fingers do the rest of the work. They moved up and down the keys flawlessly. 

John woke up to the sound of their piano. This wasn’t an irregular occurrence, either. At least a few times a month John would be woken up to the sound of his lover sorting through the melodic mess in his brain in order to give life to a beautiful song. This song sounded different. Usually John would get up and sit with him. He loved to give Paul his advice, and even more so John loved to just watch Paul in his element. Those were the moments that Paul seemed to just, glow.

But, this song sounded different to John. So he lied back in bed with his eyes open, and listened to Paul. To lead a better life, I need my love to be here. John noticed how soft and delicate Paul’s voice sounded. It was a different sense of softness compared to when Paul was just trying to stay quiet and not wake John up from his slumber. Paul’s voice always sounded genuine and full of emotion, but this was… different. Here, making each day of the year. Changing my life with the wave of ‘is hand. Nobody can deny that there’s something there. John couldn’t just listen anymore. He climbed out of bed slowly as he listened to Paul sing and tinker away on the piano. There, running my hands through ‘is hair. Both of us thinking how good it can be. Someone is speaking, but he doesn’t know she’s there. John almost wanted to close his eyes before he saw Paul’s beautiful bare back sitting straight up at the piano. I want ‘im everywhere, and when he’s beside me I know I need never care. Knowing that love is to share. 

John crossed his arms and leaned on the the doorframe and watched the dark haired man’s body move and sway with the music. Each one believing that love never dies. Watching his eyes, and hoping I’m always there. The smile on John’s face felt like it would never disappear. John watched the man he fell in love with write a beautiful song for him. I want him everywhere, and when he’s beside me I know I need never care. John knew Paul would have to change the pronouns in the song if they wanted to release it, something they both hated doing, but he wasn’t going to think of that now. John wanted to relish in this moment. Knowing that love is to share. John finally began to walk over to him, slowly and quietly. 

Paul knew John was there, but he kept playing anyway. Each one believing that love never dies, watching his eyes, and hoping I’m always there. Paul’s voice trembled a bit as he felt John’s hands lightly placed on his bare shoulders. John rested his head lightly next to Paul’s, who leaned his head on John’s as a loving response. I will be there, and everywhere. Here, there and everywhere. Both Paul and John had their eyes closed as Paul sang the last note of the song, both smiling. “I love you, John.” Paul whispered as he moved his face so he could place a brief kiss on John’s aquiline nose. “I love you, Macca. Here, there and everywhere.” John’s soft voice replied before pressing his forehead against Paul’s.

Imagine going to the local pool with the Beatles. You manage to shout loud enough to make it over their excited ramblings, informing them that they /have/ to put on sunscreen. With loud groans, all of them seemingly comply, jumping one-by-one into the cool, clear water after you’ve properly inspected them. You sit down on the edge of the pool, throwing your legs over the edge and smiling at the pleasant temperature of the water. In front of you, the boys have assembled a shoddy game of chicken: Ringo sits confidently on top of John’s shoulders, while Paul shakily tries to balance himself atop George. You try to hold your laughter as the two bicker;
“Stop wigglin’ up there! We’re gonna lose, and tha game ‘asn’t even started yet,” George shouts, holding tightly on to Paul’s legs. Paul crosses his arms across his chest, lifting his nose;
“It’s not my fault you’ve got tha world’s smallest shoulders,” Paul argues, nearly losing his balance once again. “Ringo doesn’t even ‘ave ta push us- one wrong gust of wind and we’re goin’ down, ye skeleton.”
Sliding down your sunglasses, you make eye contact with John and Ringo, flashing them a knowing wink before nodding your head towards the fighting musicians. John nods in agreement, and in a matter of seconds, Paul and George are submerged.
A few hours of splash fights and races later, you all agree to pack up and return home. As you stand up from your place lying next to the pool, you’re met with strained laughter from John and Paul, eyes filling with fear when you cock and eyebrow.
“What’s so funny then?” you ask curiously, furrowing your brow when they only laugh harder. Turning to your left you ignore the two idiots, searching for your book that Ringo had flung across the pool in an attempt to get you in the water. George, who had sulked off after the failed game of chicken to eat, looks at you with a confused frown.
“What’s wrong wiv you?” he asks past a mouthful of food. Taking a deep breath, you ask what he means, thankful he doesn’t just laugh in return.
“What d'you mean, 'what do you mean’? You’ve gone all red.”
With a sharp gasp, you look down, feeling your stomach drop at the deep tinge of red in most of your skin. In all the chaos it took to put sunscreen on the four, you must have forgotten to put it on /yourself/. You tentatively poke your shoulder- it doesn’t hurt now, you note, but it will eventually.
“Damn…” George gives you a sympathetic look, casting his dark gaze down in his lap before flicking his eyes back towards you.
“If it makes ye feel any better, I’ve always fancied red on you. It’s a good color.”